The Suit - Part 5

Author: eckie
Title: The Suit - Part 5
Date: 09 May 2004

L. and B. were sitting in the living room watching some video and having an after-dinner drink, talking about the weekend while I still hung out there in the tree and the boy still kneeling in his corner proper and waiting. We both seemed to be just objects of use and when not used, left stored somewhere. Having finished their drinks L. and B decided it is time to get ready for the party, so they got up and went upstairs to get dressed up. The boy immediately got up and cleaned away the empty glasses and cleaned up the table as well, just to immediately after return to his place and kneel in proper position again. No need to order this, he was well trained and his master knew it would be proper done even without separate order.

The two went through B.'s collection and quickly found their gear for the night, both neck to toe in black leather. B. in his one-piece bike suit, heavy MX-boots, black thin police-gloves. L. grabbed himself some rubber shorts, leather chaps, leather-shirt, some tall police-boots and the same type gloves rounded it up. "Time to fix up the boys" said B. and they went downstairs.

B. ordered his boy to get up. Still head to toe in rubber he got up and stood in front of his master, hands on his back, head bowed, just the right behave for a slave. "Get upstairs, grab the large gag and the gasmask hood, and as well bring the full chain combo down here. And before coming back put on top of your suit the rubber jeans and rubber jacket together with the tall rubber boots, boy" said B. and his boy immediately went off upstairs. They then went outside where it was already dark. Still the shadow of this object hanging there from the tree was visible. "I guess he's dry by now" L. said to B. laughing and they came up to me and let me down from my 'storage'. I was happy to be let off the hook here, I was already afraid I would be left hanging there in the tree all night, but L. told me I would be at the party, so I was sure that at some point they would come and let me down here.

Even with all chains removed now I was still trapped in the suit, still sticking to my skin from the built up sweat and my own piss, I was really looking forward to be released from this prison, but it was not yet the time for it. I was lead to the garage again, there L. then grabbed another leather hood, large and very think and pulled it over my already hooded head. When tightening the lacing of the hood my head was ultimately imprisoned, this time no opening but the nose holes, so I was not allowed to see where to go from here. They both then lead me to the back of the car, ordered me to get in the boot on my stomach, then my hands were locked on my back, the boots locked together and pulled backwards so that they touched my hands, another few clicks of additional locks and I was immobilized in a hogtie, nowhere to go once again. The lid of the boot was shut and I was alone again.

When they returned to the living room, the boy was already dressed as ordered, again kneeling at his place, the ordered items well placed on the table. B. called the boy over to him, the boy immediately got up and right in front of B. got down on his knees again. B. took the gag - a pretty wide but not too thick leather gag, large enough to fill the mouth completely though - and placed it in the boys mouth, buckled it shut on the back of his head. Then he took the gasmask hood - a British gasmask, but with a hood attached to completely cover the head and pulled it over the boys head. This hood had blackened glasses, so the boy also would be blind from now on. The zip on the back closes and a small padlock attaching it to the zip of the suit, this hood won't come off quickly either. Then B. took the cull chain combo - a combination of collar, wrist and ankle restraints made out of heavy steel, all attached to each other with also heavy chains. The chains just long enough to be able to stand slightly bent forward, between the hands leaving just 5 inches and between the legs leaving 8 inches, no large steps to make here.

They then lead the boy outside to the garage as well, the boot of the car opened again and the boy was placed next to me inside. The lid shut and B. laughed : " We're packed and ready to go now." They both got into the car and off we went. It was not too spacey in the back there with the two of use and during the drive we had problems to adjust to the movements of the car in the curves, but there was not much to do for both of us during the ride.

It must have been at least 45 minutes drive before the car stopped again, so I thought we had arrived at the party and would be getting in there, but instead silence only after the two stepped out of the car. It was somewhat like another 30 minutes before the lid of the boot opened again and they helped the boy out of the car before undoing my hogtie and helping me on my feet as well. We both being blind did not know what/where/how so had to just follow the lead L. and B. gave us.

At some point it became noisier, many people seemed to be there and talking to each other, so I gathered we were inside the location of the party by now. I was wondering how many other slaves there were or if there were any and what the other guests here might do/think/talk about us two packed objects here, but I wasn't to find out, it was almost impossible to get any clear hearing of what was talked about here. We both were lead around for a while, around several corners, up and down several stairs and steps, it must be a rather big location I thought, but unfortunately I could not see any of it. An interesting thought, being at a party and still not knowing anything about it ...

At some point we were stopped and told to stand still - as if we would have been able to walk blind and tied very far. I could make out some noises from chains - B. took off the chain combo from his boy. Then he stood the boy right behind me, back to back. Next I felt was lots of action around all the dozens of d-rings on my suit. With plenty straps the boy was fixed to me, his arms, legs, body and even neck and head were tightly strapped to my body, we were literally one piece of object now, neither could move without the other even an inch. More straps went around the hips, between our legs, over out shoulders, an extra built large suspension harness was applied to both of us and well tightened. As last a heavy steel bar above us was let down via some electric winch, each end of the bar had a chain hanging from it, this chain locked on to the shoulder part of the harness and with the motor of the winch going again I suddenly was lifted off my feet - and so was the boy attached to me.

Blind as we were I could not make out the speed of the winch, but it was quite a long time of the motor going, so it might have been maybe a few foot or even several meters we were lifted up, I could not tell. But for sure I was pretty aroused to be displayed somewhere in the middle of a party hanging as decoration as we were - unfortunately the pain inside the chastity belt made this not too pleasant now again. While being lifted I was given a push by L. so we both dangled around pretty much - still being lifted higher and higher. When the winch finally stopped there was no longer any attention given to us hanging there - we were just there, left on our own, feeling each others bodies with every attempted move, still not really able to move much anyway. Music played, voices were to hear, but we could not really make out anything in detail what was going on at this place - and we were just left there - added to the other party decoration for the pleasing view to the other guests.

I tried to make out the amount of songs played, by that trying to determine at least some sort of timeframe that passes - there wasn't much else to do anyway. It was endless times though that passed, I was counting up to somewhat 5 hours already without any noticeable change for the both of us hanging there. I am sure the rest of the guests had their fun during the party, but who (or what) are we up here to complain ...

Suddenly the winch got on again and even though orientation is probably not possible, it seemed to me that we were let down again now. As I suddenly felt the floor under my feet again I was sure then - finally released, maybe we can have our share on the party now as well I thought ... but yet again I was wrong ...

The harness and all straps that bound the two of us together were released and with the support of L. and B. we both were lead away from the center we have been standing (and before hanging above). Several stairs downwards and after some more walking we ended up in a more quiet area - probably some play area aside the public dance area.

The boy was now ordered to strip down completely - so he was to be released of all the rubber he spent the whole day in. At the same time I noticed L. undoing all locks and buckles of the suit I have been in for the past few days. I barely could believe it, I was finally to be released out of this prison, I might be lucky now finally and get my share of the party too I was hoping, but much more looking forward to feel the air around my skin, to breathe freely and to finally see normally again. Piece by piece the suit was opened and with the help of L. I was managing to get out of this prison suit. I finally was able to speak, my jaws hurt and needed some stretching to get adjusted to their freedom again, also the rest of my now finally free body felt good to be stretched around as I wanted to, the only still locked in place piece was the chastity belt and the plug.

"We're leaving that one on" said L. with a big grin on his face and handed me a beer. "I guess this is a welcome change to the other fluids you had the past days, but take it easy, boy" he added. I sure loved to smell the taste of this beer and drank it quickly. The boy in the meantime was kneeling in a corner next to us - naked and in proper position, but as I also now for the first time could notice, he as well was locked in a steel chastity belt. His rubber well folded next to him on the floor, so he'd bee released as well. I asked B. how long he kept his boy in this chastity and he replied to me that since it was bought, the boy hasn't seen or touched his dick ever, and that is now several months back already. Once in a while he gets milked by his master, while being well tied up, but the boy himself does no longer have access or visibility to his dick, and that won't change ever. I was pretty impressed by that, even thinking that I might like that maybe as well, but it's sure not easy to imagine how it will be after longer times of being locked like that. L. then continued towards me: "You've really done well here, boy, I am proud of you for the last few days you spend in this suit. We should sure repeat that more than once again ..." and he had a wide smirk on his face. I told him that it was sure heavy and not easy at all, but at the end I did enjoy it too for most parts, but not having had any choice in between there was nothing else but to go with it for me. But I agreed that at some point we could sure try that again, but next time he would not have to trap me into it, I grinned towards him.

"Well we cannot have you both naked here and on the way home, so the both of you need to get dressed up again, but this time there's a slight change" L. told me. "The boy was looking so jealously on your suit that B. and I have decided to give him the feeling as well - so you go and get yourself in the boy's rubber stuff, while B. and I will get the boy fixed up in your suit." I looked a bit surprised, but also was somewhat amused to get to see the boy now suffer - at least for the little time tonight - the same as I had suffered the past few days.

I grabbed the rubber on the floor and began dressing myself up in it, it was not too difficult to get into the still warm and sweaty rubber suit, pulled all up and asked L. for help with closing the zip on the back. I immediately heard the click of the padlock, so L. did not want me to get out alone again, so I was locked again, just this time in head to toe rubber. I then added the rubber jeans and jacket, the boots as well and then looked what the others did so far. The boy was already inside the suit, the gag was in place, the hood just pulled over his head and L. and B. started buckling up everything and attaching all padlocks as well, making him imprisoned just as well into the suit as I have been the days before. B. asked at the end how the boy was feeling, and just like I did before, the boy answered with some grunting, not much more possible from within the leather prison he was locked in now, and just like L. did with me, also B. now answered that he took this grunting as an ok from the boy. The boys arms were folded across his chest now and padlocked to d-rings, making it a straitjacket for him, an 8 inch chain between the boots padlocked now will allow him small steps only too. He was finished now - I was sure underneath that mask would be a smile and the dick in his chastity will burst, if he was that jealous on me wearing that suit he will sure love it right now too, though I was wondering if he would also like it for that many days as I had to spend in it.

L. turned back to me and added: "you're not finished yet" and he took the gag, placed it in my mouth, filling it well, so now I was again only able to mumble some grunts. Next came the gasmask hood, pulled over my head, the zip padlocked to the suit, no go to take anything off and again blind as a bat. The next I felt was the chain combo being placed on my ankles, wrists and the collar making me bend forward a bit. Yet again two objects well packed and on the leash of two leather guys. Anyone who hasn't seen the switch of clothes would not know that the boys inside that packaging were different, we looked just like before when we entered the party.

We were lead again through the location, steps up and down, around so many corners and finally ended up outside again, so I guessed it is time to leave home. At the car the same procedure as before, this time the boy locked in a hogtie and I lay next to him and off we went. Even though I was again fully encased it was a very different feeling in 'only' rubber and chains compared to the days in the hot suit and I even managed to relax a bit during the ride.