The Next Room Part 1

Author: lthrsmlad
Title: The Next Room Part1
Date: 26 February 2012

On entering the room, thanks to the hood sealed around my head, I couldn’t see that it was occupied. There were two lads in there, in their mid-20´s. Athletic builds, not too muscular, but definitely defined frames. They were topless, wearing well-worn leather jeans clearly a few years old, not in the sense of being dirty or scruffy, just well-fitting, perfectly sized, showing every contour, every shape so perfect, broken in.

They were booted, wore wrist restraints, and were even wearing collars. No doubt they’d started using the facilities here at an early age, and obviously spent a lot of time working out, giving them stunning, flexible, bodies.

I was startled when I heard the voice of my kidnapper, close by.

“This is Kyle and Luke. You cannot see them but they will be taking you to the next level for the next few days. Do everything they ask of you and you will be fine with them.”

I was permitted to touch them with my fingertips like a blind man to get an idea of their appearance. I began by touching their faces, drawing from my imagination to try and create a picture from my touch. Tracing down their bodies I felt the chest, the pectoral muscles there stirred me up inside. They were hot, nice builds. I traced my fingertips over the nipples, where I could tell they had been worked on and at least sucked on a lot! I continued, my blind man’s finger tracing in my mind’s eye; I saw the abdominal muscles clearly shaped well. Finally my hands reached their groins and my fingertips felt the bulges there; I paid a lot of attention to the length and heft, my fingers and mind tracing the outline of their cocks. “FUCK ME!” I thought to myself.

Every mouth in the room wore a smile at my blind technique; I also couldn't stop smiling, these guys were hot. And I was about to feel their wicked minds explore mine. Just touching them had given me a hard-on. Having just been through the ball-breaking session I had only gotten semi-erect in the short time from my release in the first room. And my gut ached from the bashing I had endured. What had they in store for me now?

I couldn't help myself but to trace their every contour; my mind would permit nothing to be hidden from my fingers by their leather jeans, trying desperately to remember every sensation my fingertips were sending me.

They too eyed me up and down as they took me into a corner of the room where a steel locker stood against a wall. With the command “Strip down and use the locker next to you,” I obeyed, placing my pieces of clothing from the previous encounter in the first room into the locker.

Still wearing my high-tech wrist restraints I was also instructed to take off my boots. After doing so I was led to a piece of horny apparatus. It consisted of two posts from ceiling to floor about 2 meters apart. Between the posts at neck, waist, and ankle height, were thick wide pieces of wood covered in leather padded for long term use. They were stocks, currently split open, ready for me to climb into.

“Feel your way and get inside it. I’m sure you can imagine where everything goes,” said Luke.

I nodded and proceeded to feel the apparatus using the blind technique to figure out what this thing was. It felt like stocks shaped for the ankles at the bottom, and the neck at the top, with holes for the wrists at each side.

“What are you waiting for?" came from Kyle´s mouth, which scared the fuck out of me as he wasn’t quiet with his questioning. “Sir, sorry Sir!" I replied automatically.

“Good Boy,” he replied.

Feeling everywhere I stepped into the foot of the apparatus and positioned my ankles into the back of the wooden semicircles. Standing up straight I felt the back of my neck against the arc that would confine my neck in place, and finally stood to attention waiting for them to lock me in. Luke took one step forward. “Raise your hands into position!” he barked.

“Yes Sir,”

I raised my hands and positioned my wrists in the semicircles of the contraption. The moment I did the stocks around my wrists and neck slammed shut by themselves, guiding itself in place. Cleverly no skin was caught; clearly a lot of thought had been put into this device, ensuring no such accident could happen. The self-bondage technology here was amazing! After my neck and wrists were securely locked the waist part did the same, then my ankles also were stocked in place, all automatically.

The holes in the wooden stocks that kept my ankles apart were roughly a meter apart from what I could tell. It was a wide spread; my touch had noticed that before I got into it, and when I had positioned myself into the apparatus I had wondered how they had known that I would fit? Surely not everyone my height could spread that far apart…

As if my captor had read my mind he suddenly said “This apparatus was set for Luke’s height. He just spent 24 hours in here. He is your height, so don't worry about fine adjustments; if required the computer in here will adjust to your build. Or it may rack the fuck out of you!” Unseen by me they all wore evil grins as they heard my muffled gasp through the thick rubber hood.

Luke came up close to my side. “He’s kidding you. Although the computer can do that if we permit it!”

I smiled under the permanent hood as my two young controllers began my session in this new room.

It was impossible not to get hard, trapped like this at the mercy of these hot experienced lads. They knew what they liked as subjects, so knew how it felt and got off on sharing their experiences with other victims. And today I was their subject.