The Island Estate Part 1

Author: ianlt
Title: THE ESTATE - PART 1
Date: 03 July 2015

THE ISLAND ESTATE
PART 1

The strong electric pulse from the huge butt plug fixed in my ass jolted me awake. You might wonder how one could have slept for the past 8 hours in the position I was in, but after a couple years of training, one can do a lot of previously unimaginable things.

See, I was sitting on a steel chair, the “seat” of which was a “V” shape for my upper thighs, and a crossbar where a huge butt plug was attached. I was strapped to the seat so I couldn’t lift myself up and get off the butt plug. My ankles were lightly shackled to the legs of the chair and my wrist cuffed behind my back. I realize that doesn’t sound too bad, except the handcuff chain was attached by a cord to my ball sack which was pulled under my ass, and my nips rings were attached by one cord to the PA in my cock, and also attached by another cord fixed to somewhere on the side of me that was taut against movement. Then, there also was my head, it was covered with a rubber hood, then a thick leather hood with ear covers totally deafening me, a decent size penis gag was strapped in my mouth, and then my head was also strapped into a padded steel box attached to the back of the chair totally immobilizing it.

You can imagine that a strong electric jolt wakening you out of sleep would cause a fairly vigorous reflexive response, and of course that was the intention. Only my head was totally immobilized, so I jerked, the handcuffs which pulled tightly on my balls, and the nip rings caused a ripping sensation on my nips and then my cock

But, I soon discovered that those reflexive reactions which I figured out would happen to me as I was being set up last evening was only the beginning. See, after getting me in the chair and setting the butt plug impulses, what Todd did was create an elaborate electrical consequence. He was an electrician after all. When I grunted out through the gag, the audio controlled electrical box triggered an ascending series of butt plug pulses. When I reactively raised my knees, they hit a plate mounted above them which triggered the electrodes in my cock ring and in the penis sound, and the tug on the nipple ring cords triggered electrical jolts to the nip rings. Oh, and if that wasn’t enough, the handcuff tug triggered a mechanical device which slightly shortened the cord between my handcuffs and my increasingly and thoroughly stretched and pulled tied up balls.

Obviously each and every one of those electrical impulses I triggered, created a normal body response, which, of course, just perpetuated the reaction. I knew I had an hour before I was released for the day, so I had to get control over myself. It took a lot of will and concentration to force myself to stop shouting and jerking, I concentrated on using my tongue to bath the penis gag which impaled my mouth which was, after all, a cast of Todd’s fully erect penis, and I did love that, almost as much as I totally loved him, the bastard!

Todd had put me in this chair about 8PM last night, leaving the butt plug active for a couple hours, before he turned it off and I went to sleep. It now must be 6AM and I knew that at 7AM I’d get released and we would get about our day.

See, this was our regular routine, planned out for us by the Boss. We worked for the Boss on his island estate. He employed both of us, Todd as electrician, plumber, mechanic, and me, as landscaper, gardener, carpenter, and welder. We were expected to do our work, what he found was needed, but more often than not, what we felt was needed to keep this estate pristine and in perfect condition. But he also directed all 24 hours of our lives, every day of the week, every week of the year. This he did, even though his work kept him off the island except for maybe every other weekend.

His staff stocked our meals, he expected an hour or two of gym time, and running every day, as well as at least an hour of studying, either related to our work, or encouraging the liberal arts type education neither of us had had, or had been interested in. He monitored us via video in the gym, and tested what we learned when we were together on the Friday evenings he was here.
The Boss was why I was currently trying, only partially successfully, to sit calmly in the chair.

Each week, we were instructed as to who would be the SM Top, and who the SM bottom. The Top for the week was required to put the bottom in some sort of significant bondage every night of his work week for a minimum of 10 hours. Obviously this week, I was the bottom. In fact, nearly all of the time, I was the bottom since I preferred that role and Todd was far more imaginative, and far more enjoyed being a top than I did, so he invented increasingly clever bondage, and, more often than not, when I was assigned the top role, I would duplicate what he did to me the following week when it was my turn.

That isn’t to say, that, occasionally, I couldn’t be incredibly sadistic, like the time I dug a shallow pit, lined the bottom with a plastic tarp, and covered the tarp with stinging nettles. Todd was told to lie down on the nettles, and I staked him out spread eagled and totally nude. Then I covered him with more stinging nettles, another plastic tarp, and then filled in the pit with dirt. I’m not crazy, really, he had a metal diving helmet on with an air tube connected to the surface, and I did wear gloves when I handled the nettles. Oh, and I had previously secretly tested him to make sure the nettles only caused a burning skin rash that cleared within a day.

Of course when we started working for the Boss a couple years ago, this every night bondage aspect of our lives was a lot less rigorous, the bondage was easier, and the length of time was shorter, In spite of what fantasy stories say, one can’t just start with this level of intensity, it is like any sports activity, it takes a while for the body to train for that level of performance. Even 6 months ago, I could have barely handled just trying to sleep upright in this chair with my head in the box, much less the electricity surging through my body. Really, I’m barely hanging on now as it is.

When the electrical impulses surged to new power levels, I knew that Todd was giving me a final memory before I would be released. Even knowing I had just a couple minutes more however did not allow me to control my yelling and thrashing, and all the consequences that created.

When I was released, and Todd helped me to my feet, he recuffed my hands behind my back before he took the hoods off. “You fucking bastard” I growled, to which he just kissed me, He then carefully washed my cock and balls, then coated them with lube. This was part of the Boss’s requirement, that neither of us would have access to our cocks for the week, so they would be locked away except for play times with each holding the key to the other’s device.

I had locked device on him yesterday after his AM shower. It is identical to the one he puts on me. These devices are ingenious with several iterations, but to be honest, we both wore the most complete iterations all the time now. It was a heavy polished stainless steel device. First a steel ring was placed around the cock and balls. Then the cock went into a curved tube, with a round cage at the end. There was a slit in the tube that the PA went through and was padlocked trapping the cock in the tube. A long penis wand with a central tube and curved to match the outer tube was inserted in the cock slit and screwed to the cage. The cock tube was attached to the cock ring. There was a separate polished ball cage that encased the ball sack, which included a ball spreader pulling down and apart each ball. It was also attached to the cock ring. The cock ring was then attached to a thin flat rubber lined steel belt that locked low around the waist, pulling the whole device right up against the pelvis. It was heavy, but comfortable, allowed total body mobility, and was highly arousing. At least for today, Todd didn’t use the tube or cages that had spikes inset in them ready to inflict pain when one got erect.

He patted my butt, unstuffed my wrists and off I went to the shower and toilet while he cleaned up the dungeon. When we had both finished he finished my prep for the day, inserting a steel butt plug which was on a thin cable which was locked into the cock ring and the back of the waist belt.

The Boss’ trainer had assigned a running workout for the day. So after eating the tray of high protein food left in the fridge in our shared apartment above the dungeon, we put on the assigned gear, nude under heavy rubber rain gear. Being the bottom for the week, the rain gear was padlocked on me, so I would have to piss in my pants. We put on socks, and then the assigned heavy steel toed work boots. Next came a rubber hood/gas mask with a breathing tube which was attached to a common breathing tube, forcing us to run together. The common shared tube ended with a cannister, which slightly restricted our breathing. We grabbed the golf cart and drove down to the island’s waterfront base. The house’s road ended at the dock and boat house, but there was a road/track/seawall, that circled the island just above the high tide mark. The road was a project that I, as head landscaper, had overseen, permits, supplies, construction crews, barges, everything. As the Boss said, I could now qualify as construction lead for any major construction firm. We cuffed one wrist of a handcuff to each of our wrists, and the other end of each handcuff was around the grip of a 2 lb. weight which we held in our hands. Then off we went, twice around the island, total of about 5-6 miles. It didn’t take long to get totally sweat drenched in the rubber gear, and panting heavily with the gas masks. The wrist weights added a total weight training workout to the run as well.

We drove back up to the Stable complex where we lived, where the dungeon was, and where all the equipment and workrooms were for our daily work. The cuffs and gas mask hoods came off, but we were required to work in the same gear all day today which we had put on before our run. However, I switched out of my steel toed leather boots into rubber wader boots, since they would be full of piss by the days end.

You might wonder if we could have just skipped the whole process, if we could have skipped wearing the gear, or carrying the weights, or not done the run, or only run part of it? Well, of course we could have skipped it, but, actually we rarely if ever question the daily assignments, and we rarely even think about not following every explicit part. The island is covered with security cameras, and all our activities 24/7 are recorded and partially monitored. At first, I suppose we thought the Boss was making sure we were always doing his will, making sure we were obedient boys, and who would need to be disciplined for any laxity. But now we look at all those cameras with enjoyment. We want to make our Boss happy, and we are proud of ourselves! I think we practically strut in front of the dungeons or gym mirrors, hoping that the Boss is looking and we are making his moment very happy. I’m sure that sometime during our run this AM he was able to see us on at least on one camera, encased in gear, shining black rubber and hood, stomping/running in matching step along the road.

After another snack, we started our chores. First I mowed the several acre lawn between the stable complex and the estate house. The house itself is a huge Tudor style mansion built at the height of the Edwardian era that the Boss had grown up in. It had been moved block by stone block from its location in Vancouver. It sat on the cliff face on the southern side of the island, and the stables at the other end of the lawn which were designed and built to match the house’s architectural style. The lawn was bisected by a narrow but enormously long pool, with fountains and statues. Cleaning that would be my next project. Meanwhile Todd was working on the ranks of solar panels on the south cliff face.

This is probably a good time to say a bit more about the Boss and this estate. The Boss was raised by his Grandfather, who owned the largest coal mines in Western Canada, and subsequently was also a huge developer of Canadian oil reserves. His parents had died early and as he and his brother and sister were growing up, the Grandfather realized and nurtured the Boss’s potential. When the Grandfather, who was very very rich died, he left 40% to the Boss since the Boss was actively growing the business. The sister had no interest in the business, and enjoyed life as a single woman, business woman/chef in Vancouver with her 3 children, enjoying the profits. The Boss’s older brother had fallen into the “alternative” free drugs/free sex” lifestyle and became an anti-capitalist and some sort of environmentalist. Obviously the Coal/oil industry was an anathema to the brother. So, the Boss split off a subsidiary of the family business, whose profits if any, and the Boss’s purchase of 51% of that subsidiary, now paid for the brother’s now guilt free lifestyle.

This subsidiary is the story behind the estate. The subsidiary has the goal of developing clean energy that might one day be affordable. The island is an experiment to develop wind and solar power, and desalination systems. One of the problems with both wind and solar is the unpredictable nature of each. But in this climate if the sun isn’t shining, the wind is blowing, and visa-versa. Another major issue is power storage. The estate uses extra power to run the desalination systems, so there is an abundance of fresh pure water stored in huge cisterns and reservoirs on the island.

When the Boss started this project he wanted to demonstrate that the systems could adapt and fit into even a traditional environment. So he moved his family house here to the island, block by sandstone block, beam, by beam, and all the marble and brass, and wood paneling and stained glass and beveled glass windows that went with one of the largest Tudor mansions in Vancouver.

Then, he built the stables to match. The concession to the wind turbines, is a vast array of whimsical but architecturally appropriate towers, and cupolas on both the house and the stable, plus a traditional style Dutch windmill, just with modern turbines perched on the second, lower hill which makes up the northern half of the island. As I mentioned, the south slope has banks and banks of solar panels, and down by the circumnavigating road I had build, were the desalination systems.

Todd and I work separately and together on these systems, he, more on the wind turbines and solar panels and me, on the desalinations systems, and often with work crews and even scientists and engineers brought over to study, adapt and improve the system. Right now we have abundant power, more water than we know what to do with, hence the pool, and my afternoon project to continue the extension of the irrigation lines along the roads in order to plant a Rhododendron border along all the roads. Rare Rhododendron species arrive from all over the world on a fairly regular basis.