The Island Estate Part 2

Author: ianlt
Title: The Island Estate Part 2
Date: 12 July 2015

THE ISLAND ESTATE
PART 2

In the late afternoon, our duties were completed and we returned to the stables. As I had mentioned, the stables were really a large complex housing many things, On one side of the central entrance which the main road passed through via a large entryway were the garages for the tractors, and vehicles, the machine shops, and workshops. On the entire second floor, there was a large dormitory for the work crews when they are sent over for a project. It has a conference rooms, offices, dorm rooms, a common area, even a large kitchen. On the other side of the Entry, on the first floor was our large very well equipped gym, and our rather spartan apartment and work office. And below that was the dungeon, dug out of rock.

The dungeon was enormous, was 20’ tall, furnished with just about every imaginable device or toy you could imagine. Black walls, alternated with mirrors. Halogen spotlights on dimmer switches lit the space. The space was divided into sections, one area had thick rubber black mats, another area tiled with multiple drains, and a few steel doored (some grates, some solid) pits, of varying depths, with plumbing to allow them to be filled or drained. The floor had multiple slots for the placement of eyebolts. The ceilings was lined with steel beam which had runners along them with various attachments to allow an infinite variety of suspensions, and positioning. There were a variety of tables, chairs, posts, suspension devices, crosses. There was an area for beds, actually real beds, covered with leather or rubber sheets and covers. One area of wall had a section of both horizontal and vertical steel bars all adjustable and a foot away from the wall. There was a large bathroom with showers and urinals (which could have the drains diverted into a mouth of a tied up guy if the mood struck) There was a dressing area with closets full of rubber, leather, motorcycle, and sports gear, helmets, hoods, and gas masks.

A glass topped steel cage which served as a table with 4 matching narrow backed steel rail chairs was set near a small kitchen. When the Boss, on rare occasions would bring over a select Master friend with his slave, they would eat dinnner there before the evening play times. Notice I said “they would eat dinner”, not “we would eat dinner”

The usual protocol for those dinners was for Todd and I to be clad in chastity device, leather chaps and tall boots. Nipple clamps applied, we would set the table for 4 places, arrange the food in the kitchen, and pour the wine. Then Todd and I would sit down on a dining chair on a butt plug, Wide leather belts would be applied by the visiting Master’s slave around the chair and our ankles, knees, thighs, pelvis, waist, chest across and criss crossed. Our wrists were tied behind the chair, and additional belt around our arms. A head harness would be applied, usually with a penis gag insert, and this would be tied to the chair back as well. Our chairs would be pushed into place at the table across from one another. We could stare at one another, and if we really tried we could look down to the table, or to the left or right where the Boss and his friend would be sitting. The friend’s slave would serve the meal, usually dressed as we were also with chastity devices chaps, boots, nipple clamps and muzzle. He would also be in neck, wrist, and ankle steel shackles with short chains connecting them all. Between serving the course that we had laid out in the kitchen in advance he would be locked into the steel cage under the glass top of the table. The conversation between the Boss and his friend was often far ranging, and quite interesting. We were both ignored, and occasionally asked a question. Needless to say we could not reply, and they would chalk up a mark on a pad next to their place setting.

The slave was released at the end of the meal, and he cleaned up the table and the kitchen. There was a “butler’s pantry that had brought the food down and took the dishes back up. When all was put away, the Boss and his friend would leave the table, and unshackle the slaves wrists. The slave would then release us from the chair, and would lead us over to the wall of steel bars, Our wrists would be suspended high overhead. Our legs kicked apart so we had almost no balance and standing on our toes. One of us would be facing forward, the other facing the wall. Both of us still had butt plugs in, and both of us muzzled.

The Boss and his friend would compare their pads of marks listing the number of questions we did not answer at dinner. The number would be summed, and multiplied times 10. Then the slave was given a flogger, and he would flog each of us in turn 10 strokes each for the total number of marks collected at dinner. When he finished, we would be blindfolded, and our legs, thighs, pelvis, waist chest and muzzle would be again belted, this time to the steel bars of the wall. Obviously based on the sounds we heard the friend would then enjoy the use of his slave using the multitude of opportunities that the dungeon provides. After, no doubt, hours, the slave would release us and shackles us in steel shackles on neck, ankles and wrists this time behind our backs, and short chain between each. The slaves wrist shackles would also be reapplied behind his back. The friend and his slave would climb onto one of the beds, and the Boss and the two of us would climb into the other bed, and sleep the rest of the night.

Usually, the friend and his slave would leave the next morning. I can tell you that the slave was a beautiful man, quite buff, always has had his head and body shaved, but over the many times he has come to the island we have never spoken to each other, or had we ever touched him. I guess I kind of like the mystery of imagining what his life is like out of our dungeon.

Notice I said we were tied side by side after those dinners. The reason we were not tied to each other was simple. Todd and I are physically very different. Well, except that we are both European extraction, and have a phenomenally low body fat from our workouts and careful diets. I’m 6’3” 180 lbs, 30” waist, 44” chest, and 16” arms, lean, and lithe, nearly hairless below the neck, blue eyes, and scruffy faced and longish tousled hair. Todd is 5’9” 240 lbs of massive muscle, 34” waist, 50” chest, massive thighs and arms. He has nice fur, but shaved head, except for a sharply trimmed and neat goatee. He has deep dark brown eyes that I easily sink into. We both have steel Pas, ear, and nipple rings.

At the end of the working hours, we were both drenched with sweat, even in the cool overcast weather, and my boots were full of piss. So we got our gear off in the Stable’s mudroom, cleaned the gear up and both of us showered. We both slipped on running sweats, but, according to the Boss’ rules we remained bare chested. Who was I to complain, I could feast on Todd’s chest forever.
Our controlled dinner tray was taken from the assigned shelf. One section heated, the other eaten as is. Food was a nutrition not a pleasure unless we were dining with the Boss, so it didn't matter if it tasted good or not, enough calories to keep our bodies going, and healthy. There was even a place on the meal tray for the pile of pills we were to take each day, no doubt, vitamins, minerals, promoters of muscle growth, and fat loss, and given how horny we always were, there must have been high dose Viagra or other arousing pill thrown in the mix.

After dinner, we had our assigned study time, a mix of technical stuff for our work, and historical novels, which we were required to further use as an input to go to the computer and learn about history, cultures, the arts, and philosophy. We were each assigned different things and were tested in conversations when the Boss was present. We may have had different assignments, but we sat side holding hands, legs entwined, leaning over and kissing each other. I could reach over and fondle Todds crotch, but it, like mine was still encased in the thick steel of the chastity device.
At 8 PM we went to the dungeon. I guess we had been particularly affectionate with each other, so Todd decided he wanted us to sleep together. But of course, rules are rules, I had to be in bondage all night. So Todd put one of the vac rack on one of the beds. It was the largest one, and very thick rubber. I had on a neoprene rubber hood, tight, air proof, but with a plastic medical mask (that prevented my nose from being squashed all night) with a breathing tube that extended into a bite block in my mouth. I climbed into the vac rack, and as instructed, assumed a spread eagled position, legs spread as far as my limber body could place them, and arms up over my head. The tube from my mask was threaded through the breathing hole of the vac rack, and the double zipper closed. The air was gradually sucked out, and movement became impossible. But it was amazingly comfortable. Todd climbed into bed, next to and also on top of me, and for a half hour, ran his hands all over my body, planted kisses on my face and head, and generally “worshipped” my body. Not to sound conceited, I know that I looked really good, anonymous, smooth lean, and highly polished. After a bit I felt my breathing tube being manipulated. What Todd had done was put on his own gas mask. His had an intake for free air, and the out-take was attached to a pressure induced respirator. So as he exhaled, his air went into this respirator, was mixed with a bit of fresh air, and vented under pressure into my breathing tube. Hence, air only entered my lungs when Todd exhaled his breath, there was no other source of air, and the respirator’s pressure was set too high to refuse his air. Todd enjoyed his total control over me for a while, touching hugging fondling me, curled up next to me, but changing his breathing patterns, and then holding his breath for as long as he could. After a while his breathing became more regular,and his touching dwindled off. His body was curled into my side and his arm draped across my chest. How incredibly intimate this was as I drifted off to sleep. Somehow, being encased, separated by the rubber increased the intimacy, and being totally depending on his breathing really enhanced the sense of oneness between us.
It might be hard to imagine, but actually I slept really well. Once Todd was asleep, his breathing was steady regular and deep, so it was easy for my breathing to synch with his. Todd had a great night’s sleep, deeply nestled up against my body, the blissful comfort of that just enhanced my contentment.

When the alarm went off, Todd sudden breathing jostled me awake. I knew then that I would have a half hour of time for Todd’s entertainment. He gave my face a long kiss, then I felt him climb off the bed. He kept his gas mask on, so I was still totally dependent on his breathing, both the rate and the depth of it. What became immediately clear was that he had picked up a braided flogger and started to attack my spread eagled torso, especially around my nips when were easy to find through the rubber because of my nip rings. The devil in him managed to maintain a slow quiet breathing, which meant I also was only allowed slow quiet breathes. Believe me, your body really craves a lot of air, big deep gusts of air when you are being flogged to a painful pulp. Admittedly I was encased in a layer of thick latex rubber, but that was hardly much protection from the particular flogger he had chosen.

So the half hour passed, and Todd turned off the respirator and climbed back on the bed, rubbing his warm hands all over my body, smoothing away the pain and reminding me how much I love him.

Morning routines are always the same. Hands cuffed behind my back while Todd took off the chastity device, cleaned and lubed my cock and balls before replacing the entire device, once again over both my cock and balls. Then we showered, Todd removed and cleaned his chastity device, and we both cleaned out our asses, and I got the butt plug re-inserted. We got in our workout gear and did the assigned weight room workout, had our breakfast tray and checked the email for our day’s assignments. Todd needed to change the oil and service the tractors, and I needed to trim and dead head the flower beds in that vast expanse between the house and the stables. After than we were to work on the irrigation system and it’s automatic timers. I cherished the times we got to work together side by side on the same project.