The Bottle-Boy

Author: eckie
Title: The Bottle-Boy
Date: 18 December 2005

Thursday evening and I was heading for a few days off once again, and I had not made any plans so far. I was thinking of just spending the time at home relaxing, but then again, a bit change would be nice too, but I could not think of something short term to go to or where to travel on short notice. I chatted with some friends on internet when one of them suddenly asked me what I have planned for the weekend. I told him that I was not having any plans and even had freed the week after that and asked him if he had any interesting ideas.

He came back to me that he got invited to be part of a fetish party in a bar on the coming Saturday and wondered if I was interested too, since they still were looking for a few more people. I asked what they looked for and he told me they needed more people to be volunteering there, bottleboys, waiters, barmen etc. etc. and if I would be interested he could let them know. I thought that generally I was up for something to do and taking part on such party as volunteer working there might give even the advantage of not having to pay anything there yet still have the fun, so I said yes. He told me that one of them would contact me if they were interested and would let me know.

We kept chatting a while and besides that I browsed around the net, jut another usual evening in front of the computer. About two hours later I received an email, the subject was about the fetish party. I was surprised to have an answer so quick and opened it right away. There were no names or locations mentioned, just that there would be several dozen people from all over Europe visiting the party and that they needed some voluntary work slaves for the party. Dress code was mandatory for all slaves, but the outfit would be provided, just as well as the transport to and from the location if I was to volunteer. It sounded good to me, even better to be stuffed out in whatever they would see fit as dress for those volunteers. In the mail was also a small measurement table to fill in with my personal measures, so obviously they had various possibilities and could choose by those measures the matching outfit. I replied that I would gladly volunteer, filled in my measures added my address and asked for more details as to when and where I should be, and then I hit the send button.

It took only 10 minutes to get another reply in my mailbox. I opened it right away again, curious to read it. It said that they know me from various pages on the net and no further details were needed, they would arrange anything for the weekend and I could read in the attached document the what and where of the arrangements. I opened the attachment and started reading. It said that the outfit for the party was chosen but should need a tryout at least to be sure it fits well, so Friday evening one of their club members would visit me and have the outfit there for trying and then would bring me to the location to see it and get the assignment for the party as well. He would be at my place Friday evening 20.00 hrs. I should keep the evening free.

It sounded well planned to me and I was looking forward to it now, told my friend on the chat as well that I received the mail. He also received a similar mail and also would be picked up, but only Saturday afternoon. Obviously they had more people to pickup so of course cannot do all the same time, and depending where the location is it might even be some driving to get all volunteers together. I went to bed rather horny that night and had to jerk myself off a few times before I fell a sleep finally.

The Friday went as usual at work; just this time I had a few times a hard on when I thought of the evening and the party on Saturday being ahead of me. I managed to hide it well by remaining on my desk most time of the day, could have been rather embarrassing to walk with a stiff one around. The day passed and I finally went home, got myself some food and looked forward to the visitor.

20.00 hrs strait the doorbell rang and I opened. A guy in his mid thirties maybe stood there, a helmet in his hand and a large duffel bag on his back. He smiled and said hi, I asked him inside and pointed him to the living room. He placed the bag and helmet next to the chair and sat down, I offered him a drink, but he waved and said that we should get going since he was expected back at the location at a certain time. He told me I should strip completely right away and we could try my outfit then.

While I stripped, he emptied the duffel bag, containing a lot of small black bags again, so I could not see right away what it was. I stood there naked then when he turned around and handed me a medium sized metal butt plug, asking to put it in, I looked a bit surprised, but he just told me that the complete outfit should be tried on to make sure all is proper sized for me to wear. I took the plug and went to the bathroom, getting some lube there and managed the plug up my ass, it was just a good size, any bigger I would not have been able to just take in, and any smaller might have slipped out when worn longer. I returned back to the living room and he grinned at me when he was my slightly different walking. He asked if it was ok or too big, I told him it just needs a bit time, but the size is ok.

He had in the meantime unpacked a steel chastity belt, one of those looking like some sort of briefs, all metal. He used some lube on my dick and slipped some bulky silicone part then over my dick and balls, I was at first not sure what that should be, but once my dick and balls were well settled he took the front part of that belt and the silicone part fitted perfectly inside the spare in that steel front. He then added the back part of it and they snapped together well with some slight pressure by him. I moved a bit around to adjust the fit to my body and it was surprisingly comfortable to wear, given the fact it was all metal around me there now. I saw that the parts where the back and front snapped together had locks on it, only a special key would open that again and as well the plug was kept inside my ass now by the device, I felt between my legs and could make out some sort of locked plate there, it would probably have to be unlocked and removed to get the plug out again. I smiled and got horny by the thought of being locked inside it right now, but then immediately I could feel the effect of it ... getting hard was no longer an option, there was no space inside hat belt to get hard and it started to hurt a little. My face must have told what goes on because the visitor laughed and told me to better not get hard; else I would be in pain for all the time inside that belt. I laughed back and said that I am trying, but when I thought that I was plugged and locked inside that device by someone who not even told me his name yet, I got harder and harder, I really had to focus on something completely different to go on now...

He didn't seem to care and just continued instead, unpacked another small bag and produced a rubber suit, a one piece with attached feet, gloves and hood. He held it in front of me and though it looked small he said it will fit perfect, rubber stretches well and will fit fine on me. I sat down, now feeling the plug even more and the restrictions given by that metal briefs I was locked in, but I managed, and then he helped me get inside the rubber suit. It even had space for each single toe on the feet which looked strange but felt great. He smoothed all wrinkles around the lower legs and continued to pull it up to my ass. He made sure to be careful when pulling it over the steel belt, not without having to fiddle around the back quite some time, obviously to prevent the rubber from getting harmed I thought. He then continued to pull it up to the chest. There was only a small zip on the back of the suit from the top of the hood down to about between the shoulders, but the rubber stretching well made it possible to get it all up my body. My arms went inside the sleeves and into the finger gloves and with all wrinkles smoothed out again e continued to pull the suit all up over my shoulders and pulled the hood over my face as well. To my surprise there were some small tubes at the nose holes and gag inside the hood also. He then adjusted the hood to fit proper, the small tubes inside each nose hole ensuring there would be always air, and I found the gag, even though it was pretty wide and large, it had also a tube inside to allow breathing through it, yet talking would not be a task with it anymore. A bit disturbing though was the fact that there were only a few pinholes on each eye to see, so my sight was pretty limited with it now. He mad a last check if all was fitting well and all wrinkles were out and then zipped it shut, one small zip from the top of the hood to the neck, and the other small between shoulders up to the neck too. He then showed me a small padlock and said that we should place that too now; since there was more to come and we should be sure it would not be in the way for me then either. I nodded, better sure than getting trouble tomorrow at the party then and spoiling it for some. A short click and the two zips on the back were locked. Neither the plug or chastity nor the suit was now removable without unlocking it.

I stood there, getting horny again and was wishing to see how I looked like, but there was no mirror in the living room and asking was no option with the gag in my mouth, but he anyway already continued unpacking the next item. It was some sort of cotton one-piece underwear, yet again with gloves, feet and hood attached. He held it in front of me and said it would be for protection of the rubber, to make sure it would not rip when he put on the other layer. I was surprised about another layer anyway; he most likely though could not see my surprise under the rubber hood. He again helped me to get inside that cotton underwear, again a small zip on the backside only, but the rubber being so smooth it was easy to get in and have it sipped up. I was beginning to feel the warmth growing, especially with the added cotton now and my living room was usually always warm too.

He did not stop and already unpacked the next item, this time from the largest of the bags he had with him. It was again a one-piece, this time all leather and I could see tons of rings and straps on it, and just by the looks of that got rock hard again. If I would not have been gagged I might even have shouted out from the pain inside the chastity belt now, but I only gave some slight moaning sound through the gag. He just smiled and told me he was guessing I got hard again, but he warned me to stay calm unless I wanted to keep that pain in my dick. That leather suit had again boots, gloves and hood attached to it, and by the looks of all those straps it was some serious bondage suit, and I always wanted to feel how it would be inside such suit. Of course the current layers would prevent the direct contact with the suit but the feeling would sure be identical, the tightness it would be able to provide, I was looking forward to be in it.

With the cotton on top of the rubber, slipping inside the leather suit and boots was no issue, he helped me inside and pulled it up my hips, this suit has a zip again from the top of the hood to the neck and another from the neck down to just above the hips. But additionally there were laces under that zip to make it fit proper to the body. Once my arms were in the sleeves and gloves and the suit was pulled up over my shoulders, he started lacing the backside tight, I could feel it getting tighter with every of his pulls until he finished on top of the neck. I heard him close the zipper then up to the neck too. Then he stood in front of me and asked if all was ok, I nodded, and then he immediately pulled the still dangling hood over me. He adjusted the ends of the tubes in the nose and gag to fit to matching holes inside the hood and once it was over my head laced it proper on the back as well before zipping it down. I could no longer hear so clear, rubber, cotton and now thick padded leather made all sounds quite muffled coming to me. That hood also only had pinholes, and together with the ones from the rubber hood, my sight was extremely limited now. I could fee that he started buckling up all the straps on the suit now, starting on the legs, one by one I could feel getting tightly buckled shut and if I was right I seemed to hear a small click each time he finished one. He continued up the body, both arms as well, and then a very wide and stiff one around the neck, once buckled shut acting as some sort of posture collar now and making head movements quite limited now.

He told me to walk a bit around to see if everything fits well or if there is any trouble or something pinching anywhere. Also he told me I could go to a mirror and look at myself. I went to the bathroom to have a look and all I can say is that I immediately again felt a lot of pain coming from my locked up dick, but the sight was just fabulous. An all leathered, strapped, hooded and gagged body, hard to move around much, but still comfortable, and I could see that indeed each single strap has been padlocked, there was no way to get out at all by myself, even with free hands, without the keys I was doomed to stay inside the three layers I had been locked in.

I went back to the living room and if I would not have been gagged I would have told him how great it looks and feels, but I guess he knew, he just smiled at me and then asked if all was fine or needed adjustment, I just nodded heavily, all was perfect, could not be better I though. He then told me right away that we had to hurry and that I would stay inside that outfit for the visit to the location, so we would know if on longer time there would be any troubles. I did not mind in general but wondered how I should go out in public like that, he seemed to have anticipated that question and said that he is on the motorbike; since it is cold I would wear an additional rain suit and with the helmet added nobody would see my outfit on the roads. He took that one out and helped me inside, placed the helmet on my hooded head and indeed, there was just another biker in his rain suit ready to go, no one would know the content underneath. He then packed up all small bags and the duffel bag and told me that we have to go. I tried picking up the key from the table but with the thick leather gloves it was a bit difficult, he saw it and took the key instead, telling me he would lockup for me. We went outside; he locked my door and kept the key, pointed me to his bike and said we are ready to go.

I was a bit stiff with all the layers but managed to get on the back of the bike and off we went. The chastity and plug were definitely noticeable all through the ride, each little bump in the road became suddenly a big one, and with the small pinholes only and the black visor of the helmet I could barely make out anything on the roads. At the beginning I could follow where we went, knowing my city, but once we hit the highway I lost track where we went. It was at leas 1 hour drive before we got off the highway again and entered another town. I could not make out any sign telling me where we were and I did not recognize anything either, so could not tell where we were at all.

When we stopped I could make out that we were in some backyard, pretty dark and not much to recognize there. He told me to follow him and we went inside the building. Without much talking he helped me out of the rain suit after taking off the helmet. He then placed a blindfold on my hood so I was in the dark, and then told me he would get me ready for the tour. He took my arm and led me further on, into the room next to the back entrance. I could hear some chains rattling and felt that there were others at work with each other, so was curious to see later. He placed me on a spot and told me to stand legs together and arms at my sides. Then I could feel things tighten, from the bottom of the legs up to the crotch area, then each arm as well. He actually used padlocks to lock always two matching rings of each leg together on the front side and as well the same on the backside, making it impossible to get the legs apart again, and idem with the arms, they were at the end successfully pinned to my body, it has the same effect as a body bag, just that it was done with all straps and locks instead. Then I could hear chains close to me and thought to feel some even touching me.

He now had 4 chains coming from the ceiling, one each on the left and right front of my body, the same on the sides of my back. Again a bunch of padlocks was then used to connect the chains to the rings all over my body, making it at the end sure that I could not fall in any direction once the chains were pulled up enough to be straight and tensed. In fact, once they were tensed he pushed me slightly and I really did not fall, not even move much in any direction, then I heard him say that "he is ready" - wondering what he meant with that, but immediately after I felt being lifted off the ground. They pulled up the chains I was hanging in, not much, just about one foot off the ground, there I was now helplessly and immobilized hanging with nowhere to go and nothing to do. He then removed the blindfold again and I cold see - well as much as the posture collar and the pinholes in the hood allowed. And what I saw got me hard again, I moaned right away, and he just laughed, and with him a few others I saw now standing with him. Opposite of me I say the same sort of body hanging in chains one feet off the ground, and next to that one another one, and trying to move the head a little I could make out a total of 4 hanging there, with the noise of chains I heard to my sides I guessed there would be at least one or tow more a well being prepared to hang like I did immobilized in the air. There was not use to try moving around, the straps, chains, padlocks, all did their work to make sure none of us hanging there would do much at all, and my own moaning from agony inside the belt was interrupted only from the moaning I could make out from the other helpless victims in the room.

It was only a few minutes later when suddenly all left the room and the lights were turned out, we were all left alone hanging in the darkness now. There was not much noise at all for some time besides some slight moaning from each of us. But it was not too long when the lights were switched on again and a hole bunch of people entered the room, each looking at all of us, then inspecting each of us individually. Those were all sorts of men dressed in leather or rubber or army, talking about qualities of the one or other slave, about their interest in the one or other and also some words about the 'good stuff they have put together', whatever that meant, then all left the room again and we were once again left in the dark alone.

After some time two guys came back and told us that we all had been assigned now and would be prepared accordingly tomorrow before the party. Prepared meaning getting additions to our current outfits according to the evening function we were supposed to perform. I was curious of course what I had been assigned to and what additions that were, but unable to speak I would have to wait for my release first. One of them then continued that they will join the rest for today’s meeting and we would see each other the next day for the preparations, he then told us not to run away with a laugh in his voice and wished up a good night, the lights turned out again and it got silent again. I guess we all were now asking ourselves the same question, what did he say, what did he mean. And by the struggling and moaning coming form the others and at the end from me it was clear that neither of us had expected to be left hanging here all night like that and probably neither of us wanted it. Any attempts by each of us to say or shout or complain or do anything were futile and after what seemed about an hour of trying, it got more and more silent, each of us slowly resigned to the situation, there was at the end nothing either or us could do to change it, we had given ourselves into it and now had to deal with it. I was asking myself if all others were just like me, handing themselves over to a stranger for this treatment, if any of the other might know where we actually are or what was to come, but that would have to remain unanswered until we would be free again. I had thoughts of leaving as soon as I was taking off here the next day, complaining about not having agreed to that treatment, but somehow my dick decided different, as much as I did not like what happened now, as much my dick enjoyed it, and at the end I decided to go through with the party and only after that complain about some of the things that should have happened different. Even though it was quite warm inside the layers, I still felt comfortable hanging here, quite relaxed even, and I managed to fall a sleep at some point.

When I woke up nothing had changed, I felt stiff and would have loved to stretch my limbs in all directions, but no go on that, instead we were all still hanging as left the night before, I could not tell what time it was, but it seems to get a little light through some window somewhere in the room, so it was some when during daytime. But again there was nothing left to do but wait here, I could make out the others probably being awake too, some trying to struggle, but at he end all of us giving in to the situation and silently hanging in there - literally.

At leas 2 hours must have passed, maybe less or more, hard to tell, but the door opened and a few guys came in, the same from the night before, I also recognized the one picking me up last evening. I saw the first one opposite of me being taken down to the ground and carried away; his restraints were not released for that. Some time later the next one was taken down, and the next and the next, about an hour later I was then finally taken down and carried away, still unable to resist in my restraints. I was taken to another room and stood before a table when I was told that resistance would be futile. He then told me that I might probably have missed it during the dressing up, but the chastity and plug were special, and at any time I was needed back at the bar itself I would be called in by this device - then he showed me a small remote control. He then pushed the first button on it and immediately I felt the electroshock in both, my ass and on my dick. He laughed on my shivering reaction and said that this was the calling bell, if I would not appear in time then; there are stronger shocks on the remote, so I better hurry each time I am called. I was shaking my head as much as it was possible but he just said that he does not want to see complaints, else he would use this one - and by that he pushed the highest button, I cramped immediately from the pain I felt in my ass and on my dick, luckily it was only a short shock, but certainly enough that I would not want to feel it again. He told me then that I know now what means there are to control me while performing my duties and I nodded heavily, not to provoke another of these shocks.

They then removed all the padlocks keeping my arms to the body and the legs together. A heavy gasmask hood then was held to my head and pulled over it, zipping it down tightened the existing hoods even more. Then they came with a black dry suit, pretty large feet and gloves attached so they would fit over the existing boots and gloves. Two men supported me standing while two others helped me get inside the dry suit, a black suit made of pretty heavy rubber and with the existing layers a tight fit on me. They managed to have me all inside, the open-faced hood of the suit pulled over my now 4 layers head; the zip on the back closed and padlocked, once again nothing I could do to get out of it.

Then a set of extremely heavy steel restraints was locked on my ankles, connected with a one feet long chain. the shackles has a weight of 5 kgs each so would by itself make it hard to walk, the short chain will do its own to make it difficult. Next a heavy steel collar was placed around my neck, about 10cm wide and about 5 cm thick, so only by its looks already heavy. My wrists were then placed in a set of shackles, each weighing about 3 kgs. Next one half of a belt like steel device was placed around the back of my waist, the other half placed on the front and both locked proper together. A two feet chain added to each wrist and connected with the belt, another chain from the collar through a loop on the front of the belt down to the chain of the ankles, all proper locked on, so that it would be impossible to take off without proper tools and keys. Then a tube was added to the one in my gag through the hoods and I was told that I would be fed some nutritious drinks and soup, which would be all I would get for the duration of my time here. I was indeed hungry and swallowed it all, actually quite a lot of it, at least one and a half liters. I was wondering what would be if I had to piss, then again, I doubt they would care, I was most likely already accounted for pissing myself inside the inner rubber suit, at the end it was all watertight up to the shoulders.

Having finished the drinking I was helped trying to walk a bit in my final outfit. I could have run now, then again, only slow movements were allowed by the shackles and where would I go the way I was prepared now. The electro would also ensure I would not get far and as well I was too curious to go through with the party to do anything wrong now, so all I did was attempting to walk carefully, now I could feel the weights of all the shackles and the collar. The short chains made big steps impossible, but as well the weight of them I had to get used to, this would be a hell of an evening if I was to walk around with them all night.

The one who picked me up the evening before hen told me that I had been assigned to be tonight’s bottle boy, now I was the one allowed to walk around the club more or less freely to be able to pickup all empty bottles and glasses for the duration of the party. I nodded, unable to say anything anyway. He then told me that at the begin there was nothing to collect, so I would be standing at the entrance as display for arriving guests and open the door for them until I was called to start collecting - and he pushed the first button again. It was an electro shock that is bearable, you cannot miss it, but you won’t be in much pain with it. Then I was taken out of the room and lead through the clubrooms to the entrance of it. On the way there I could see some of the other volunteers in their assignment. One was put in a heavy gas protectionsuit, one of those airtight ones, a long breathing tube from the included gasmask to a small compressor in the corner, he was 'guarding' the toilet facilities, probably also doomed to clean them during the night. But neither any smell nor dirt would get to him in his suit.

Another two were standing behind the bar, one each end, dressed in an additional black dry suit like me, wearing the same gasmask, added was a rubber apron to each and a heavy collar locked around their neck and the collar connected to a chain coming from the ceiling, each limited to his part of the bar to serve the guests later. Like me they also had a steel belt around their waist, but their wrist chains were longer, giving them the ability to hand out drinks over the bar. Also I could see on the one closer to me that their ankles also were I heavy shackles like mine. Unable to chat or drink they would have all time to focus on serving the guests.

I could see stairs down and also some leading up somewhere so I guessed the others were spread somewhere there for their own tasks too. On the glimpse down the stairs I could see one of the others fixed to the wall, the same dry suit and mask as well all had, His shackles chained short to the waist belt so he could not get up from his place he was kneeling, his collar chained to the wall, so nowhere to go for him. Next to him I could see tools used for shoe shining, so he was obviously dedicated tonight to shine everyone’s boots if they would desire so.

Next to the entrance was a coat check, inside standing another volunteer, identical to the ones behind the bar, movement also limited to his area of work. We went in front of the entrance door and I could see two more, one on each side of the door standing at the wall, I could see them being in the same dry suit and gasmask, their lenses though black, so they would not see anything. They were attached to the wall by collars anchored into the wall, their arms and wrists identically in steel shackles that were anchored in the wall, and the same for their waist, upper legs, lower legs and ankles. They would not move from there at all and have to stand as greeting for the party during the night. I was then placed in front of the door standing and told that I would have to open the door to each arriving guest until I was called in by the 'buzzer' to start my bottleboys duty.

It did not take long before the first guests arrived and I got more a busier opening the door, it was obviously a good party inside. I again heard comments from arriving guests about the good stuff they arranged and some smirking looks towards the entrance statues next to the door and myself as doorman. One of them, and I though I recognized him form the night before looking at my hanging there, commented to me that I should enjoy the evening and he would see me later. I again did not know what he meant, probably he knew I was bottle boy and would run into me later inside again.

After about an hour at the door the 'buzzer' rang me inside. I was surprised by it and shuddered a bit, not thinking of it a that time, but knowing the result of not being in place in time I hurried to get inside and to the bar. I was not talked to but instead just given an empty crate in my hand and pointed out to the clubroom, knowing it meant I should start collecting bottled. I did as I was told, not much of a choice though, and was kept busy almost permanent, bottles in the crates, glassed to the bar, and the chains and weight did not make it easy to move around either. Additionally I started to sweat more and more throughout time. But being busy almost continuously made the time pass quickly and before I knew the club started to get emptier, and with that less for me to collect. Each time I was not busy and standing around I was 'buzzed' back to the bar and told to kneel next to it until I was up for more collecting again until at the end all remaining few guests were sitting only at the bar and nothing more was for me to collect out in the clubrooms.

One of the guys then came up to me, introducing himself as the owner of the club, telling me to get up and follow him. We went to some room in the back marked as private and there I saw a table with a large heavy rubber bag on top of it. He showed me the remote to remind me that I should not resist, I nodded immediately, knowing what it could do if I refused. He turned it around, the zip was on its backside, then he opened it and told me to get up on the table and lay inside the rubber bag, I now could see it better standing so close to it, it was really heavy rubber, at leas 5 mm thick with a pretty large ball like hood attached and some tube coming out if that hood. He helped me get up on the table and adjust inside the rubber bag. My legs in place, my hands on my sides and my multihooded and gasmasked head inside the hood. He first connected two tubes to the breathing outlets of the gasmask, another to the breathing and feeding tube that was also connected inside the gasmask, and then he used padlocks to shorten the chains between my wrists and the belt and as well between the ankles. Then he started zipping the bag shut from the feet up to the hood. It tightened around my body and made movement rather impossible now, just slight struggling inside the cocoon was possible now. He then turned me around on my back, all one could see now was this heavy rubber cocoon with two breathing outlets and a tube at the mouth.

Hearing was rather difficult now but I still could hear him tell me that my evening’s duty was over and I did well, and that he now claimed his property. I did not know what he meant, if the evening was over, it would be time for release, but instead I was packed in an additional layer once again and unable to do anything at all. I could feel then though through all the layers that he obviously added straps that would hold the cocoon on the table, several of them from top to bottom, and once finished I felt the table move, it was brought into an upright position so that now this cocoon was rather standing in the room, strapped on to the table. I could hear him again telling me that it was time for the others to clean up the club while I was to be left here. After the cleaning they would also be claimed by their owners and be taken away. He would see me tomorrow. Then it was silent. I could not see anyway but now also not hear a thing anymore, he must have left the room and left me here strapped cocooned sweating, horny on one hand from the treatment I received, angry at the other end not knowing what happened here now. Attempts to shout were of course futile as well, so I waited, and waited ... and waited ... until at some point I must have fallen asleep.

I woke up many times, not knowing where I was or what happened until I realized again in what situation I had been, one time also realizing that I had been pissing myself during sleep, felling the meanwhile cold piss around my legs when trying to struggle. Finally I woke again from the table being turned back to its normal position, the straps being removed and me being turned around again, the cocoon was unzipped and I was helped out, not before the chains were brought back to their original length. The guy who locked me in here the might before was the one releasing me. He removed all shackles and chains as well and started opening the dry suit, so finally I was to be released. I was glad to get out of it, the last two nights were not very well for me to sleep, and I wanted to get out of the piss and sweat I was in and have a good warm shower. He helped me out of the dry suit and took off the gasmask as well. But then he stopped. He had me standing there in front of him and showed me the remote control, asking if I still remember what it can do, I nodded heavily, not wanting to have it used again.

Then he said he would tell me about my place now. What we all experienced the Friday evening when being looked at by all the people was actually not just to assign duties, but it was the presentation of the slaves for the ongoing auction that Friday night. We haven’t been told, but in fact we all had been auctioned off that evening to future owners. He knew me from various sites, he was the one sending me the emails, and he faked my description of abilities and likes/dislikes that was attached to each of the slaves, so that I would not receive many bids, and indeed he succeeded, only one other bid was on me so he managed to be able to buy me pretty cheap. And since he had paid the price, he now owned me and last night after my work was done, he claimed his property, which is why I was stored here for the night, while the others were after cleaning was finished handed over to the ones who bought them in the auction the night before. Each of them was transported later to their new destinations and I was already at mine.

Hearing that made me angry, it was definitely not the deal we had, in fact we had no deal for most of what happened the past two nights and the day. So I made a step forward to him attempting to grab him, since I was still gagged and unable to articulate my anger, but he anticipated it and I found myself right away on the ground, cramping from the pain caused by the heavy electro on my ass and dick, he used his remote to show me that I better would not try anything on him now. It was a pretty long shock and it took me a while to regain strength to stand up again with his help, but he immediately showed me the remote again and asked if I would try something stupid again, but I was just shaking my head, I realized that I had no chance with him controlling the remote and thus controlling me.

Then he continued talking to me, the deal they made was that each slave will be auctioned off for a week, half of the price to be paid immediately - going to funds for keeping the club, and after one week the second half was due, in case the new owners would keep their new properties, if they would return the slaves, they would not have to pay the rest of the auctioned amount. Since some of the slaves reached a pretty high amount it would be pity to miss out the money for a permanent keep of the slave, but with me being a quite cheap catch he would think twice of not keeping me after that week, even if I did not behave perfect within the week, training would achieve what he expected after that week as well. Still I would have the chance of a release eventually after a week, but still how this week will be depended on me and my behave. Saying that he again held the remote in front of my face.

For now he said I would remain being bottle boy for the rest of that week, every night was busy in the club since it was holiday season, and since he knew I was off work, there would not be any trouble with that either, and after that week he would decide what to do with me. He then said he would take off the suits I was still locked in to have me showed and get food, but after that I would have to get back inside, since it would be my permanent outfit every day and night. The chastity would remain locked on though at all times, giving him the necessary control in case I would misbehave.

He then helped me out of all my suits and told me to get a shower, with the chastity still locked on I was sure not to argue for the moment with him. He even unlocked the back of the belt to be able to take out the plug, at the end it was two days now that I had it inside. When I finished the shower, for which I took quite a long time, feeling just great to finally be able to stretch and enjoy the warm water on my skin, I cam back out to the room and found some food and drinks on the table, no chair though, so I stood there and took it, I actually finished all there was prepare, quite hungry I was at that time. I also noticed the little note left on the table, telling me to put back the plug after I finished and get myself into the 3 layers again, there was a clock in the room and I should watch it, he has set the buzzer of my chastity belt to go off on strongest setting at 13.00 strait, unless I would be ready dressed at the bar by that time joining him. I checked the clock and it was 12.15 already, so I thought I better hurry, I would not want that device to go off at highest setting again, I experienced it twice and that was definitely enough to do whatever needed to prevent it from experiencing again.

I managed to get the plug in again through the still open on the back and when I closed it I heard it click snapping into its lock. I was now really wondering about the device, it must have integrated the batteries and receiver somewhere and obviously when snapping in the back for the plug it must make extra contact for the plug as well, a clever designed device, and an evil designed device I thought, seeing now what power it gives to the one holding the remote to it. I then took the rubber suit, still wet from my sweat and piss, but also found lube on the table, so used plenty of it to make getting it on easier, and with a lot of work I managed to put myself into the suit completely, even managed the padlock closing the two zips together, I was sure he expected it to be complete.

Putting on the cotton underwear suit was much easier and quicker, but then getting into the leather suit took some more time, especially doing it all by myself made me sweat pretty fast again. The restricted breathing through gag and nose tubes did not make it any easier, but somehow I got a little hard again while getting into the outfit, somehow I must like some part of it, even if it is less voluntary today than it was the first time. Most trouble I had tightening the laces on the back of the leather suit, it took a lot of time to get them tightened enough myself, and I am sure it must have made a hilarious view if someone would have been watching me while doing it, also the zips were not easy to close with the gloved hands, but finally I managed. Buckling up each of the many straps on the suit and padlocking them took again a lot of time and when I finally had placed the last padlock around the collar I checked the clock again and was shocked - 12.59, one minute left or less ... I hurried out of the room and had to look around to find my way to the bar, but finally got the right way and stood at the bar where he was right at 13.00 strait. He pushed a button on the remote and only a slight shock entered my ass and dick - I still struggled with it, less from the intensity, but more from having expected a heavy shock instead, but I was glad I made it just in time.

He looked at me and said, just in time, the clock almost went to 13.01, and you know what that would have meant for you. I nodded immediately, and when he asked if I would like to experience that heavy shock again I shook my head just as heavy. He said I am a good boy and if I behave well I would not have to fear it, but this time I just made it so next time I should better hurry more to be in time.

I was sweating even more now, but not much to do against that. He then walked around me and checked all straps and padlocks and told me that I have done well and should remember this. This would be my outfit at all times, interrupted only by a bi-daily shower and bathroom use. I would be fed what my body needs through the tube during that time and have steady food after the shower each time. Since it was my first time like that he allowed me a longer rest this night, in future it would be different. He was running a leather shop right next to this club and I would be in there all day long as showroom display, at evenings I would have to do my job as bottle boy the same way I did the night before, in the same outfit and chains, at closing time I was to clean up the club and after that being placed back in the showroom of the shop. The days of shower and cleaning I would get off there at 8 in the morning and have to be ready as I am now back at 10 in the morning, since the shop opened at 10,30 and I would have to be ready in the showroom by then again for the day. In exceptional occasions I might get a different task, especially when special parties in the club or elsewhere are organized, I might be rented out as bottle boy or other servant to those parties as well, or if he sees any other use for me the daily routine might change, but for now I should get used to the mentioned routine since that would be my everyday from now on.

He then told me to follow him and we went through another door in the backrooms into another room which looked like some storage of the shop. He told me to wait and checked inside the shop for customers, but there were none. He then buzzed me to him and stood me in one corner of his shop, the one best visible for passing people looking into the shop windows. Then the same procedure as the first evening, padlocks all along the legs and arms securing them together and to my body, the chains from the ceiling on all four sides, a push on a button on the wall and I was lifted off the ground, this time about two feet, so hanging right in the middle between floor and ceiling. Then he said that he does not mind if shop visitors notice that I am a real person and not just a mannequin, so if I felt for struggling of moaning, so be it, but it will receive the proper reactions once the shop is closed and he pointed the remote in front of my face. I knew what he meant with that and did not want to provoke it at all costs, so that meant for me to hang still here whenever any customers were in the shop, and right that moment one entered already.

I tried not to move a muscle, making sure I would not be noticed, but of course such display in the showroom always attracts visitors, so it did with this one, he congratulated the shop owner to his new display and stood in front of me quite long looking at me, he even said it looked absolutely real and it would sure attract others to come in. I would have loved to move or moan to get his attention, to tell him that I am inside there, that it is a real person and that I want out, but the fear of the consequences made me think twice and remain silent.

The day passed with plenty of customers in the shop, so I had to remain still all time, and when finally at 20.00 hrs he closed the shop, he left and I was alone in there. An hour later he was back and took me off the chains down to the ground, told me to go in the backroom and place the shackles on me. There on the table laid out were the same heavy shackles and chains that I was wearing at the party and I locked them all on me as I remembered them before. When I finished he stood behind me and started then to feed me fluids again. I could not really make out much taste, but it did well to drink, this time almost two liters of it. Then he said I should go to the front door of the club and open the door for arriving guests until I was buzzed in to start collecting again. So the same game as at the party started again, just this time without the dry suit. When I was buzzed in finally I started as told, knew the routine. During week the club was busy but still left times where nothing was to collect, that time I spent at the door, opening for coming or leaving guests, buzzed inside each time the collecting has to be done again. When the club closed at 3.00 in the morning I was ordered to clean up the club, which I finished at 4.00, in the meantime he had done the cash and paperwork. When I was back with him we went over to the shop again, the shackles and chains came off and I got back hanging there in the corner. I was exhausted so fell asleep pretty quick. Amazing to see in what position the body can sleep if one is just exhausted or tired enough.

When I woke during night I felt pissing myself again but this time did not care at all and even continued dozing again. Next time I woke it was broad daylight already and I could see passengers passing the shop, some even looking, some pointing at me and talking, I wish I would have head what they talked, but also wished to be able to make someone away of me being locked inside here. But the never-ending fear of that shocks I would receive made me resign to my current faith.

The week passed in the same routine, the display, the work, the bi-daily shower and dressing ritual, and to my surprise it was getting less and less heavy to me, it felt more normal day by day, and I even started enjoying it.

When the Saturdays party was over again, I was ordered back into the room where it all started, I saw 7 others standing in there as well, all dressed like me, these were obviously the other volunteers that fell into the trap last week. With us then the 7 other 'owners' and mine were there. Some exchange of experiences of the past week came up between them, while we just stood lined up at one side of the room waiting. I could not follow all of their talks but at some point one of them cam to us, grabbed one of the other slaves and left the room. The others congratulated each other, I am not sure why or what for, but then each took one slave and left as well, I was left then with my guy and hoped for release, assuming all others were released too after that week they had been auctioned off. I was taken back to the shop again and prepared in the usual way, hanging in the usual corner, just this time he did not leave right away but instead started talking to me.

The week is over and as you might have assumed, one of the others has been released, his owner was not satisfied with him and they did not want to continue, so he is out there probably on his way home again, both of them. The others though have decided to keep their slaves for good and have made their final payments to it as well today, so all is settled for them, they will not return to freedom and instead stay with their owners in future. As for you - well, I have decided that you have done well this week and I will keep you. I will not ask you twice, and you know I have the means to force you to do as I say, but for the record I will ask you if you want to remain here as my property, live as you have been living the past week or if you reject this offer. The final payments for the other slaves have left me enough to settle any needs that might be there to close all your affairs and have you disappear, so that is no issue, generally I have investigated already about your life and see no trouble to have you leave your past and continue here. So basically you have no reasons that would prevent you from accepting on your free will this new future. Just as a reminder to proof that I can make you do as I want... he held the remote up and pushed the highest button, I cramped immediately, moaned as loud as the gag allowed and was glad it did not last very long, but once again I knew why I feared this device, why I did not provoke its use during the past week.

Then I saw him fetch a video camera and setting it up in the room pointing at me, he pushed the record button and came up to me, then he said he will ask for the record now and wants my true answer, on my free will without being forced, would I want to continue being his slave and property for good and live at his terms from now on....



... You can just guess the answer....