The Suit - Part 3

Author: eckie
Title: The Suit - Part 3
Date: 09 May 2004

Meanwhile a in the house of a friend (call him B. from now on), the place we were to stay for the weekend. L. - or should I now call him owner of this piece of leathered cocooned flesh I was - arrived at the place and B. asked where the boy was, why he arrived alone. He told him about the current state I was in, unable to use a bike to get me here, so it would take until the next day to be delivered here, but who would care, they had others to play and have fun, I was just a thing that can be added later at the weekend for their amusement. B. was very pleased to hear about the way of packing me, the way I was at the moment in a warehouse somewhere in the country, waiting for transport again, and he said he should do that to his boy maybe once as well, maybe ship him to our place in exchange.

His boy was not that experienced yet in those kind of extreme bondage, but very eager to learn, eager to serve, eager to obey - even though only 25 years old, still very determined in his slavery, working hard to fulfill all his duties to the best, trying his best to obey and follow all given rules, doing all possible not to displease his master - L. thought he would enjoy having such a slave around himself, but such type is hard to find. They did meet in a bar, the boy staring all the time on B.'s handcuffs on the belt, until at one point the boy took the courage to come up to him and very shy asking permission to have a closer look to those cuffs. B. took them off and said: 'you can't have a closer look, but I give you a closer feel, turn around and put your hands on the back.' The boy blushed, but eagerly turned around and willingly held his hands on the back, B. just clicked the cuffs on the boy and turned him around again, the bulge in the boy’s pants was very obvious already. The boy is a natural talent, he did not dare looking up into the masters face anymore, kept silent with his head bowed, just a shy 'thank you sir' came out of his mouth. B. grabbed the boy's bulge and added: "I see, you're a little slave boy - but tell me what you're after then, the cuffs seem to do their job to get you hard, but what else you look for then ?"

The boy did not answer right away, too shy he was, but B. added with a stronger voice: "If I ask a question I expect an immediate answer, boy! do you understand?" and the boy immediately replied with a 'yes, sir, sorry, sir', which of course brought a smile on B.'s face, a real natural talent this boy was, and who knows, maybe that could be permanent slave material ... He ordered the boy to get down on his knees, in his masters presence that was the right place to be unless told any different. The boy obeyed right away, and then they talked - well, B. was asking a lot of questions and the boy answered accordingly. It turned out that the boy was not only extremely talented as slave and eager to please his masters every command, but he was not just one of the sex hungry bottoms looking for an adventure, not a sex toy trying to get his own horniness satisfied, but he admitted to have has strongest feelings of being someone’s servant, being at someone’s total disposal, being someone’s property, he felt lost being all alone and needed a strong hand to take care of him for good. Now - if L. would ever get such an offer by such an eager boy, who could reject him. L. would also take him home right from there .... and that's what B. did as well.

The boy told him he had only rented a small room somewhere in town, was working as a bicycle courier during day here in town. He gave B. his address right away and said the keys were in the pocket of his pants. B. took the boy over to another corner, visible for the barmen, took off one cuff and recuffed the boy then there, this time his hands also around a metal bar that was there in the corner, he would not run away and have to stand there until his new master returns. B. ordered him to kneel down, so that his legs were one on each side of that metal bar and then he used the boys' bootlaces to tie them together there behind it, no more standing up either now for this boy. Then he told him that he will go to the boy's room now and see what can be useful, pack all of it and return back to pick up the boy, this boy would no longer have any other home than the one with his master and owner now. The boy immediately thanked him and had a big smile on his face, it was very obvious that this boy was real first-class slave material. On the way out B. talked to the barman, having him keep an eye on the boy, not that anyone else would mistreat him while he was gone.

Arrived in the boys flat, B. checked out the boys room, it was pretty spartanic, not much of furniture, no stereo or TV, they seem to use a common one in this flat, not much of personal stuff around besides some clothes and a few small toys. He packed all of that into a large duffel bag he found, left the key on the kitchen table together with 200 bucks and a not that this should cover some rent and that he would not return anymore, whatever was left in the room could be disposed. He went to the car, dropped the bag in the boot and returned to the bar. Before going inside he took a small bag from the back seat, he usually had a few things with him, you never knew if they came in handy.

The boy was just as expected at the place and in the position he has left him, he did not dare looking up even when his master now stood right in front of him. as said, this was good slave material here. this boy knew how to behave, and this boy was eager not to fail in anything at all.

B. untied the laces and undid the cuffs, he stood the boy up and told him to strip naked, there was no hesitation, immediately the boy took off his shirt, pants without underwear, his already loose boots and he did not even wear socks, this boy obviously was prepared well. B. then took out of his pocket a plug he grabbed at the boy's place, told the boy to bend over and inserted the plug in a as it seems prelubed hole, as it slipped in easy. He then again cuffed the boy’s hands on his back, took you another set of cuffs out of the small bag, slightly larger but with only 2 inch chain in between and put them on the boy’s ankles. Out of the bag came a large softball which he shoved into the boys mouth, a roll of duct tape was in the bag too, used now to wrap the mouth with the gag shut. Next he added a 4 inch wide collar on the boy's neck, making sure it is tight enough to keep the boys head steady now. Around the boy’s balls a parachute was placed, the chains that usually are used to hang weights on it were pulled back between the boys legs and attacked with some locks to the boys handcuffs, by that well stretched to the back. Still the boy had a raging hard on, but did neither complain nor any other misbehave. On the contrary - even with the gag and tape it seemed to show through that he had a smile on his face during all the preparations. Being done with the boy B. told him: " Outside on the opposite of the street, the fourth house to the left has a backyard, there I parked my car, a black ford right in the far corner of the backyard, there should not be any other black car at the moment - go there right now, kneel behind the trunk and wait, boy."

The boy got big eyes when he looked at his master now, he sure did not expect to get out like this alone in the public street, even though it was late, there might be still people out there and see him, but he did not refuse to obey, he started walking towards the door, in very small steps, as the short chain between the leg cuffs allowed, it will take him at least 10 minutes to get there to the care like that. Dozens of eyes were following the boy, tied as he was and walking outside now - I am sure many of those eyes were jealous on the luck of this boy, having found an owner so quickly ... but B. was sure just as lucky, such slave material is rare, there's probably a handful only in the country and finding such a property is great luck.

B. still had a few more drinks and chatted with some more people, obviously about his new property, but also about the upcoming party and other event. It was at least 1 and a half hours the boy was kneeling there when his master finally arrived, the boy did not move, not even when he heard someone coming, not knowing yet it is his new master. Being now behind the boy, he took out the duct tape again and finished the boys head by blindfolding the boy now with tape. Then he talked to the boy: you can still say yes or no by nodding or shaking your head, which is all you need. I am going to ask you here and now only once, and whatever answer you give is final, no harm done when you say no, but if you say yes, be aware you won't be a free human person anymore, but instead a servant to me and my needs, that does not involve sex en mass, it involves duties, chores, work and obedience. Now: do you want to come with me for good? if you say no, I will release you and you go your own way, if you say yes, it is final and definite - your life as free individual is over then." But even during the last works of B. the boy already began nodding heavily, this was a definite yes, there was no doubt this boy knew that he wants it. This agreement was all B. needed, he opened the trunk of the car, lifted the boy on his feet just to put him down inside the trunk, closing the lid and driving off home, the boys future new home.

Since that time this boy has been the most perfect servant seen - no one has heard B. ever complain about the boy's obedience and eagerness, his chores, his job, his duties, everything fulfilled to the best possible. That has been now almost 6 months since he picked up that boy, and it seems this boy is happy ever since (so would L. be if he'd find such boy)

That boy had prepared the dinner and served it well to the two masters, silently waiting on his knees next to the table while they had their meal, making sure they do not miss anything, refilling glasses, and once finished the dinner immediately cleaning the table and finishing the kitchen afterwards while they sat talking and enjoying another drink. Once finished, the boy reported back by kneeling next to his master in proper position and waiting silently. His master did not talk to him, just gave him a short stroke over his head and continued talking to his guest about how interesting he finds the way L.'s own toy was stored at the moment.

They continued chatting and every time the drinks were empty the boy got immediately up to refill them, no extra words needed for him to do it, he was a well performing servant. time went by and the two Masters decided to head for a bar in town to have some beers there. L. was joking that his boy in the warehouse sure would give a fortune now for a beer as well, but he'll have to wait another while in his isolation there. B.'s boy didn't speak all evening , but seeing his bulge it was obvious that their talks about the storage of L.'s boy were pretty horny to him, I guess they'll have to get this boy some nice treatment as well during the weekend. But for now his master ordered him to get dressed to be taken out with us. He ordered him to put on his full rubber suit which has hood, gloves, feet attached, on top of that a one-piece biker suit was ordered, then he had to get on the 20 hole rangers and bring the heavy fetters hood and report back. It took only 10 minutes for the boy to return, kneel next to his master and hold the hood in front of him. His master put the hood on the boy and made sure it had a snug fit. This hood had a built in gag and only a few small pinholes for sight. Even those holes were covered now by a blindfold, his master then took the boy on his feet and cuffed his hands on the back, added leg cuffs that were only two inch apart and ordered him to find his way out to the car and wait there. The boy - blind as he was - started to shovel towards the door, he had to remember the way through the house and search the path. He shoveled carefully, but managed to find the door and will sure manage to find the way to the car as well, sure bump into the one or other corner or wall, but who said it is going to be easy ...

They finished their drinks and about half an hour later went to the garage too, the boy kneeling behind the car waiting. His master opened the trunk, got the boy up on his feet and laid in the trunk on the boy’s stomach. Some quick adjustments with some short chains and the boy was in a good hogtie, not much movement possible anymore. The trunk was closed, they stepped in and went off to town. It was a 40 minutes drive to there, B. lives pretty off the main roads, an ideal location for interesting plays outside.

They parked around the corner of the bar and L. expected B. to take his boy out of the trunk now, but he didn't make any attempts to get behind the car and instead walked strait towards the door of the bar. L. asked him if he would not like his boy with him and he just replied that he wasn't planning so, the boy often remains just locked up somewhere while he had his own fun, and tonight is just another night for the boy to spend there in the trunk.

L. liked B.'s view on using or storing a boy as needed, L. felt just the same about his boy in the warehouse at the moment, those two were some sort of brothers in faith at the moment, though L guesses that his boy in the warehouse would be desperately wanting out of his isolation for a long time already ...

They spent a few hours inside the bar, having a few drinks and chatting with a couple of other friends about the upcoming party tomorrow, Time passed quickly and when they checked the clock it was already 5 hours later ... they both were getting tired so it was time to head back home. Another 40 minutes drive and they were back in the garage of the house again, and just like before at the bar, B. didn't think about letting his boy out of the trunk and just went inside, L. smiled thinking about the two boys in storage, but didn't say anything to it and followed B. inside the house. They had a final cigarette and then B. showed L. to his guest room, so they could both get some hours sleep now.

Meanwhile in the warehouse somewhere far away. I suddenly became some more conscious again by movement I felt. The crate was taken out of the shelf and transported to a truck. It was 9 in the morning and the driver had a long tour to go, this crate had a fixed delivery time of noon latest, so he would have to hurry on his tour to make that time. I inside the crate didn't notice much of the tour except the continuous stop and go, the bumpy roads, the opening and shutting of the truck's backdoor during the various deliveries the driver had to do. Finally at some point the crate itself got moved again, some rough shoveling around, lifting around and pretty hard rumbling when let down to the ground in a not too careful way. Wherever the destination was, I seem to have reached it now.