buyer beware 3 final

Author: catdude
Title: buyer beware 3 final
Date: 20 January 2006

I groaned and tried to open my eyes, unfortunately I seemed as co-ordinated as a 6 legged spider on an acid trip. While I still tried to convince me eyes to open I managed to push myself up onto my elbows and tried to sit up, unfortunately I whacked my head against a hard surface and went straight back down again, I lay there for a few secs till my mind reached a decision on precisely which was up. I slowly sat up again, having finally resisted the urge to cling to the floor for fear of falling off it. This time when I felt my head hit the surface above me I slowly rolled over and managed to prop myself up on all fours, my stomach briefly considered throwing up but thankfully decided to hold out on this decision for a little while longer yet. I managed to get my eyes open and was thankful that wherever I was was reasonably dim, I wasn’t sure how well my eyes would take bright light at this point. Slowly the blurs and blobs managed to join and stretch into actual images. This is not to say that things got better from that point on mind you, merely that I could see.

The first thing that I noticed was that I was in a cage, not a prison, but a cage, the bottom was padded leather, and it was high enough to let me kneel on my knees if I bent my head right over, not a position I wanted to try considering my stomach seemed to be a on the brink of leaving my body, a lap full of vomit would not make this situation any better. I chose instead to lay back down but on my stomach and examine the next thing which had caught my attention, it was a man. He was standing not so far away from me, he, like me also did not seem to be having the best of days. He was spread in an x shape, his arms attached to chains that seemed to lead up to the roof, his ankles had heavy metal manacles around them which where secured to iron rings in the floor. His back was a criss cross of red marks, he had obviously been whipped, I was viewing him from behind. His head was bowed and his whole body was limp, I could see his chest expand and contract suggesting he was breathing. Nothing about this situation was really good for confidence but it would have been made far worse by the presence of a corpse. The general theme of the room’s furniture suggested dungeon. My cage was locked with a heavy padlock, I was buck naked and in any event even if I had been wearing a hairpin I very much doubted I could have suddenly learnt how to pick a lock in time. Seeing as the rooms only other occupant wasn’t in a talkative mood and I was in no immediate danger and still not feeling great, I rolled back onto my side and managed to fall back asleep. As unlikely as that may seem, remember my previous day’s activities (I was going on the assumption that it was still the same day.) and the fact that I was still feeling the effects of whatever they nocked me out with.

I snapped awake again and this time, my eyes opened and regarded the roof of my cage, there was no grogginess this time, and with a now clear mind, panic decided to take the place of drug addled confusion, I had a new found understanding for junkies, tho I bet coming down for them didn’t involve this sorta thing. My heart was slamming against my ribcage and I again rolled over onto my side this time thinking all sorts of irrational things like maybe I could chew my way through the bars. As I rolled over I suddenly realized what had caused me to wake up, the sound of moaning and rattling on chains, this however was not due to any poltergeist activity. I saw also that there was another person in the room. Bare broad shoulders some sort of tattoo on his back, legs and ass encased in tight leather jeans and heavy boots on his feet. He was standing with his back to me as well, he was tenderly stroking the guys back and talking softly into his ear, the actions seemed almost tender till you realized the guy was fighting the restraints, shaking his head and moaning loudly. This made the whole scene sinister, a sense of terrible power seemed to be contained in the leather guys figures whole body, I was mesmerized by his hand gently stroking the tortured back of the chained dude and I had very little doubt as to who was responsible for them being there. He suddenly stepped back from the figure and waved off to the side, I saw two dark figures suddenly appear and head towards my fellow captive, his moans increased at this point. I really wasn’t paying attention tho, the figure had turned towards me, a bright wide friendly smile, and two piercing green eyes.

I was frozen where I was, even if I had been free I doubt I could have run, I was like a deer trapped in the glare of oncoming headlights. Like that noble creature a certainty suddenly took hold of me, I was staring into my doom. The figure strolled forward and squatted down in front of my bars, suddenly I was very happy to be in my cage, mainly cause it served to keep certain things out. He regarded me for a few seconds with an amused expression, no doubt my face wore a expression of extreme shock. He flashed that devastatingly friendly smile at me and held his hands thought the bars, (I flinched) ‘hi I don’t think we’ve been introduced properly Mike, I am Tommy.’ I reached forward and shook his hand he withdrew it and regarded me for a while longer, I didn’t trust myself to be able to speak so chose silence instead, his smile again appeared like a thousand watt bulb suddenly flaring into existence, ‘well this is a little awkward, we should get to know each other a little better over dinner.’ With that he stood up and walked out swiftly, at this point I noticed two things; one was that the chained guy had gone, the other was that a guy that looked like somewhere in his past on of the providers for his maternal genes had gotten it on with a bull, was approaching my cage.

At any other stage in my life I would probably have been thrilled to be walking beside a muscled hunk like the one that was leading me down the hall, at any other stage however I would probably not have heavy metal chains connections two manacles around my wrists and another set connecting a pair around my ankles, I could walk easily, there was plenty of chain, fleeing was a stupid idea, the hulk beside me could probably snap me with his little finger. The other reason was that around my neck was a metal collar, there was a chain connected to it which was clutched in the hand of my escort. I had been given a pair of leather shorts to wear, they had lacing up he sides of the legs and where very short. We seemed to be in a large house, it had been a little surprising to step off the cold stone floor of the dim dungeon into a brightly lit hallway with deep carpeting. We walked up to a door and then through it into a dining room, there was a large oak table in the centre, which could easily seat about 20 people. Seated near the middle was Tommy, I was led around to the other side directly opposite him and the chair pulled out for me, I sank into it and I felt him doing something with the chain to my collar, and I heard a click and then the muscled thug left he room. I didn’t need to put my hand behind me to know that my chain had been locked to the chair. Tommy was grinning at me again, and I felt my cock twitch inside its leather confinement. He leaned back in his chair one arm lazily slung over the back of it, he had put on a loose white shirt with a really low v collar, he looked fucking hot, there was no denying it, even mice can probably agree that snakes have style. ‘You where tricky to track down mike, I knew something was up when I saw the look in your eyes last night at the party, I asked around and everyone thought you where Jon’s lad Trevor, but I have seen Trevor in action, he’s more of a poser, something about you suggested much more.’ At this stage a maid appeared with plates of food, I was instantly mortified about a chick seeing me like this. She didn’t even bat an eyelid as she placed a plate of food in front of me. There was a knife fork and spoon in front of me, the idea of trying to stab Tommy didn’t even cross my mind it would have been a better idea to dig my grave with my spoon. Tommy motioned for me to eat and I did so, I was hungry and the food smelt good. He continued to talk while I chewed my through the plate of food, ‘then I saw the little scene at the bar when your mask came off, I managed to track down Bret who had handled you who told me that Damian had dropped you off, I had a little chat to Damian, he is very scarred of me, and with good reason. Anyway he proved very helpful, showed me where you had parked and everything, so I decided to invite you over for a play, after dinner we can move back to the dungeon and continue there.’ Suddenly my appetite was not so great, ‘your in luck, I have spent most of the day working over the individual who I took to the party last night. His behaviour was really inexcusable, made me look bad, and I don’t like that.’ A shiver ran up my spine, ‘he’s now on his way to spend the night in a sling at a S&M club, no doubt he will be fucked and fisted all night long, since he is straight this may be rather uncomfortable, thankfully he will be gagged and locked in the sling, so he won’t be able to cause to much fuss. I am sure I will be able to find the energy to provide you with a fun scene tho mike.” Another flash of that smile and again my cock twitched, lust is a terrible thing. He bent forward and began to eat, I continued to do so as well, sure I would need the energy and tried not to dwell to much on what lay ahead.

I moaned uselessly into my gag. I had no idea how long had passed, after dinner Tommy had stood up and walked around and stood behind me, I had been frozen stiff in terror, and trembling with lust. He had reached down and tenderly ran a hand over my chest, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples, I gasped and my cock immediately bulged out against he leather of the shorts, I closed my eyes and leaned back as he continued to run his hands over my body, I wanted him so bad. His soft caress continued, I shivered anticipating that at any second he would suddenly pinch my nipples hard or slap me or something. Instead I suddenly felt a pair of soft lips press against mine. My eyes flew open in surprise his handsome face was right there in front of mine, those killer eyes where closed thankfully else it’s likely I would have melted. As it was my whole body relaxed and I aloud my mouth to open slightly and pushed my tongue forward to meet his. Gently he flicked his tongue against my lips and nibbled playfully on my lip, unusually tender for the sort of person he was. He pushed my chair away from the table, the ease with which he did it showed there was defiantly a great deal of strength in that sexy body. I shivered again, with a mixture of fear and lust, and he straddled himself on my lap, and reached behind my head with one hand and pulled me against his mouth once more. He slipped the other hand down and started to softly kneed my cock through the leather. My hands where trapped because of the chain between them didn’t allow me to reach around him, so I settled for gently running them up and down his sides, feeling his powerful frame under his loose shirt, he seemed to quiver each time the chains bumped against him. He eventually pulled away from my mouth and then leant forward even further till I felt his chin brush against my ear. His soft voice filled my ear, the words where like a velvet poison that shorted out my mind making it impossible to think, “your mine, I can do whatever I want to you, and you can’t stop me. Your entire life is in my control.’ He finished this declaration by gently tweaking my nipples causing me to gasp again. And then he gave a little laugh, and it was like this, all the insane shrieks and evil gwaffs of every villain, every single mad persons shouted laughter as they plunged blades into the bellies of their victims, they all where like the giggles of babies compared to this soft little chuckle. The rooms temperature seemed to drop, this surprised me, because I was sure I had descended into hell.

I tried to move into a more comfortable position, leather creaked and chains clinked. After that heart stopping laugh he had unlocked the chain from my collar, and told me to follow him. There was an unspoken sentence, ‘you will do what I say, one way is the easy way, the other is much much harder.’ My suspicions where confirmed when after we left he dining room the mountain of human muscle fell into position behind us, the expression trapped between a rock and a hard place popped into my mind as I walked behind Tommy with my chains clinking, and the heavy breathing of the muscled hunk behind me. I was very happy for this current arrangement because I felt that while the guy behind me could break every bone in my body Tommy could steal my very soul.

We had come back into the dungeon muscle man had waited outside, Tommy had walked over and unlocked the manacles from my wrists and then handed me the key and told me to do the same with my ankles. While I was bent over he walked over to some built in cupboards on the far wall. He opened them and rummaged around inside them then walked back over towards me with a grin on his face and an armful of leather and chains. He told me to strip out of the shorts I was in, and I did so, he then told me to bend over. I bent over and relaxed and soon felt him rub a slimy finger against my *****, I shivered and my cock which had been at half mask sprang to full attention and I heard him make a noise of approval, he seemed to be turned on by the fact I was turned on. I felt something cold and metallic press against my hole, and I had to relax and stop my hole from trying to clench shut from the sensation of something cold touching against it. Again with a tenderness that I had not anticipated he gently worked the plug into me. There was a brief moment of pain as the widest part passed my sphincter but then I felt my ass clench around the thin base and relaxed slightly. Tommy pulled me upright and turned me around. He handed me a pair of heavy leather pants which I managed to struggle into. There where d rings running up the inside and outside of each leg. As well as lacing and straps to help tighten the jeans. Tommy had me stand slightly spread legged while he tightened the straps and lacing on each leg, the pants had fit comfortably when I pulled them on, now they hugged each leg tightly. He then handed me a pair of engineer boots and a pair of thick socks. I sat on the floor and pulled these on, this was all done in silence but his eyes never stopped watching my every movement, the expression on his face would be best described as ‘hungry. When I stood up he handed me a jacket. The zip ran up it diagonally and there where 5 pairs of d rings either side of the zip. Also a zip around the bottom meant the jacket and the pants could be joined to form a one piece suit. Tommy zipped the bottom if the jacket to the pants, and then fiddled with a clip on the shoulder of the jacket and all of a sudden pulled the sleeve down from the shoulder. Apparently it was a long sleeved doubled up and clipped to the shoulder, he joined each pair of D rings travelling the length of the zipper on the front with padlocks and then had me cross my arms. I realized it was a straight jacket. He pulled my arms tight and secured them behind me. I had been so busy looking at the zipper that I hadn’t noticed that there was also a number of D rings running up either side of the jacket. Tommy then held a large gag up to my mouth. I opened my mouth and he buckled it around my head. There was a large wedge of rubber filling my mouth but when I poked at it with my tongue I noticed a hole in the middle. While I was busy figuring this out Tommy led me over to the centre of the room where my former cell buddy had been hanging. I looked up at the roof, there was a number of point on the ceiling to which things could be attached to, also a number of winches, Tommy grabbed a remote unit dangling nearby and pushed a button at least 6 winches started to lower their cables. I had to admit the winch design alone which allowed for each winch to be operated independently or for all of them to be used at once was operated from the remote hanging off to the side. This was a very well set up dungeon which no doubt would have come at a considerable cost to Tommy. Then again when you’re a mob boss I don’t think money is really an issue, it may not buy happiness but it can buy fun times.

Tommy lowered the cables till one pair was at shoulder height one at waist and the last pair on the floor. He attached them to certain D rings on the pants and jacket and then started to raise the cables again, he raised the pair attached to my shoulders first. I felt myself lifted to my tip toes. Then he raised the ones attached to my ankles, I felt a brief moment of panic as I was tipped back and my feet left the floor. He raised the legs higher but gave the shoulders and waist some more slack so that when I finally levelled out I was at about waist height on him. He looked over his work with that same hungry look, he was rubbing his crotch and through the tight leathers I could make out a VERY large bulge, lets hope this plug did its work, or else I would be in for a lot of pain later. He moved off to the side and came back with a posture collar he told me to look straight up and then buckled it around my neck. Once in place I couldn’t move my neck left or right, I had a reasonable field of view since I wasn’t all that high off the floor. I heard him move over to the side again and he reappeared standing directly behind my head. He was hooking something onto the two cables suspending me by my shoulders. He managed to get it attached, it was a small box with a few dials and knobs on it suspended in the middle of the two cables. It was swinging above my neck area. Tommy was gone for a while and I thought maybe he had finished however he reappeared soon with what looked like the bag from one of those camelback backpacks. This one had two thin long tubes coming out of it tho instead of one, he rested the pack on my chest and then fiddled with the tube, somehow feeding them through the small box suspended from the two cables the end result was the two tubes ran through the small box and then finally ended dup resting against my gag. Tommy pushed the tubed into the hole in the gag, and then moved out of my field of vision again. He reappeared down near my ankles, I couldn’t really lift my head much to see what the fuck he was doing but I felt him spread my legs and then felt him doing something with my ankles. Eventually he finished and moved off again but I couldn’t move my legs back together again so I am guessing there was a spreader bar down there. Once again he appeared down in my leg area except now he was at my crotch. I felt him fiddle around and I swung a little and then I felt cool air hit my groin, I then felt cool air also on my ass, I hadn’t realized the zip was an all round one. I felt something cold press against the back of my balls and then felt something cold against the front of them as well. I decided this was probably a locking ball weight, the kind you can only take on and off with an allan key. I felt something go around the base of my penis and then on the top as well, then I felt it tighten and felt my cock throb fatter in response, probably a strap acting as a cockring. The next sensation was a little weird, I felt something cool and slimy at my piss slit, and then a weird sorta ‘I’m peeing’ sensation it burned a little but not a hell of a lot, I figured it was a sound. Then I felt like he was pressing against the inside of my left leg except each time he pressed against my leg I also felt my cock move, I tried to lift my head but it was no use, the collar prevented me from getting a look.

I felt Tommy press against my ankle and then heard him moving some stuff around on the floor. Suddenly he reappeared back at my crotch and I felt him fiddling with the plug and the ball weights then he held up something for me to see, it looked like a small metal egg on some wires, I wondered if he was going to take the plug out and put that up there instead instead he lowered it and I felt a slight tug on my balls, must be a weight, wassn’t very heavy, tho no doubt I would begin to feel it in a few hours. Suddenly he was back at my head, ‘ hey there mike, hope your having fun,’ he turned on his 6000 watt smile again, ‘cause I sure am, now let me explain this little set up to you, this’ and at this point he stopped and pointed towards the small box with the tubes running through it ‘ is a interesting little devise, it will pump one of the two liquids in the bag through he tubes, it has a randomizing function, now since there is only two tubes that should give you a even 50/50 split, but you never know. The liquids in the bag are Gatorade on one side and my piss on the other, so you will never know wich one you are going to get a mouthful of. When I switch it on it will pump for 20 seconds every two minutes orf one or the other, that equals about a mouthful of fluid. This brings us to the next feature of your bondage, I have cathetered you,’ this explained the funny sensation of him pressing against my leg and the feeling travelling to my cock, me must have been taping the tube to the leg of my pants. The end of the tube ends over a bowl which is sitting on top of a pressure switch, once the piss level rises high enough it will activate the switch which will then turn on a randomizing function to a tens unit.” Oh shit not more electricity, ‘ this will then deliver shocks of varying power at various times to the conductors around your balls and up your ass. The small metal object I showed you works like a plumb bob, it points straight down, it also has a motion detector in it, if it is disturbed you will receive a very heavy shock to your balls and ass once every 20 seconds for as long as the weight is in motion. This means that for a while the worst you will have to endure is the taste of my urine in your mouth for a while, but soon you will receive random shocks, if one of those shocks is heavy enough and surprises you and you twitch that will set the weight in motion. Of course if you manage to remain still you will only receive the occasional shock when the randomizing function kicks in, enjoy.” And he disappeared from my view and I heard the door to the dungeon open and then close.

Which brings us up to no, I have no idea how long has pass, I have tried keeping tabs on the time by counting the number if times the unit gives me a mouthful of liquid, but I counted the intervals at one point and it is defiantly not once every two mins I think that’s on a randomizing time function to fuck with my head, just as I am thinking about it again it gives a little beep and I feel liquid enter my mouth, this time it is Gatorade I keep it in my mouth and swish it around to try and get the taste of cold piss out of my mouth. The last three cycles where piss. I tense up as I feel a slight buzz in my balls, Tommy forgot to tell me that the randomizer of the tens unit sometimes only sends a zap to either my balls or ass, not always both. It has been on for a while now, the first one caught me completely unaware, I had just sorta zoned out by this stage, swallowing quickly whenever the pump turned on so I didn’t really get a chance to taste whatever I ended up with in my mouth. I had been sort of awake dreaming the feeling of floating like this is very peaceful, the pants and jacket are very thick so I am a little warm and the stress has made me sweat a little more but it is no where near as hot as last night and I have my head free. Anyway I had not been ready fro a sudden tingle in my nuts which surprised me so much I twitched and then regretted it, the zap my cock and ass got was lethal!!! I screamed into my gag and thrashed around , this of course was counter productive, I nearly chocked on the next mouthful of liquid and then was trying to cough with the gag in while I was still being zapped, eventually I managed to tense up my whole body and ride out the fucking zaps till they stopped. I was sweating heavily after that, but even that was a while ago, I find if I tense up when I get a zap and then concentrate on veeeeery slowly relaxing my body from my feet up.

When Tommy eventually reappeared next to me I hadn’t noticed, I had been there with my eyes squeezed shut and my body tensed I could feel my back starting to arch, I had received three sharp shocks to my nuts in about a minute and three mouthfuls of liquid in the past two or so, one Gatorade in between two piss. When everything stopped and I finally managed to relax and open my eyes I nearly jerked in shock, which woulda undone all the hard work I had just put into not moving, cause he was standing right there next me smiling that smile of his. I moaned at him through the gag, he simply laughed, ‘had enough yet slut?’ I nodded carefully, he moved forward and wiped my sweating forehead and then rested his hand on my chin, ‘now how can I resist those eyes? Besides it’s getting late and I need someone to help me keep my bed warm/ he switched off the machine and reached down and switched off the tens unit he unscrewed the ball weights but left the plug in place and just zipped the pants closed. He grabbed the remote and lowered me to the floor I had a little trouble standing my legs where really weak he didn’t remove anything else tho and once he had unattached the cables he led me outside into the corridor, we eventually came to a door that opened to reveal a huge bedroom, a massive bed in the centre of the room, above the bed head was a massive sword, if I hadn’t seen the size of bulge in his pants I may have thought he was trying to overcompensate. While I was busy looking around the room Tommy was busy undoing m arms, I was surprised when I found I could move my arms and immediately stretched them out. While I was doing this Tommy unlocked all the d ring pairs and unzipped the jacket I shivered as cool air hit my hot skin and then he slid a hand in and tweaked my nipples and I gasped again as it felt like another small electric shock, he moved forward and unstrapped the gag with one hand and kept playing with my nipples with the other. He pulled the gag out and I immediately started to stretch my mouth, when suddenly his was over mine, and he was pulling me hard against him and one hand was behind my head holding me against his mouth, but I had no objections, I shrugged the jacket off, it was still zippered to the pants so it just hung off the back of the jeans, and grabbed him and pulled him against me, he growled in approval and he pulled of my mouth and bit down hard on my neck, I arched my back and groaned, it felt so fucking good. He unzipped the fly of the jeans and threw me down on the bed, he managed to get out of his tight jeans with surprising speed, his cock was a rock hard poker sticking straight out, and there was a assured ass pounding in my near future. He sat down on my face and I rimmed his hairless hole while he groaned and unlaced the legs of my jeans, eventually he managed to yank them off, he reach over to the side table and grabbed a bottle of lube and fully flipped me over and yanked the plug out, I let out a groan of pain and lust at that he grabbed the back of my hair growled and growled in my ear, “I’m gonna make you my bitch and your gonna like it slut, now scream for me.” He then slammed his cock into me up to the hilt, and scream I did, about ten minutes later my cries of pain become moans of pleasure, so he grabbed the back of my hair again and yanked my head back and bit down on my neck till I was yelling in agony again.

When he eventually violently orgasmed, I was spent, my back was covered in scratches some of which where bleeding, my neck was red and felt like I had been whacked with a strap. And my ass was a combination of searing pain and unbelievable horny sensation. He laid down beside me and kissed me tenderly, I was completely spent, even tho I hadn’t cum, he pulled the covers over us and pulled me against him and I just drifted off to sleep like that.

I woke next morning to a stinging sensation on my back I tired to roll over but I was being straddled someone whacked my butt, ‘lie still’ I stopped moving at Tommy’s command and instead turned my head to see what was going on, he was dabbing the scratches on my back with some ointment, judging from the stinging it was a antiseptic. “got a little carried away there sorry mike, not really used to guys responding, in most cases I would have had them restrained while I fucked them, some just lay there, but you’re the first to fully get into it.’ He grinned and I felt my cock stir, fuck he could turn me on like a light bulb. I lay back down and tried to ignore the stinging in my back as he continued to dab the scratches with the ointment.

When he had finished he told me to get up for breakfast, I climbed out of bed he pointed to a chair where there was some clothing, he himself was in loose long pants and no shirt, he bod was sooo damn hot, I grabbed the clothes, there was the leather shorts that laced up the side again. I pulled them on and picked up the other items, there was a bracelet which had two fine chains running from it to a ring I slipped the bracelet on and slipped the ring over my middle finger. Also a harness made of really fine chains, apparently Tommy had a thing for metal. I slipped this over my head and settled it about myself and walked over to where he was waiting at the door, he pulled me into rough kiss which caused my cock to grown in my leather shorts. He led me to the dining room and I sat across from him again and we chatted, it was almost normal, I was still fairly nervous around him, but also sorta wanted to get to know him. He had a very confident manner, of course when you considered the power he wielded as a mob boss it wasn’t surprising. He also had that justified arrogance, that look in his eye or the slight turn of his mouth, he was hot and he knew it, a lot of people find that off putting, however since I am shallow I find it a turn on, as they say, sluts have more fun. After a while he looked at his watch, ‘well we better get you ready for your trip mike.’ I was immediately on my guard again and my pulse rate jumped at a rate which would have led anyone monitoring it to believe I had just been given a huge fright. ‘W-where am I going?’ I was suddenly aware more of the fact that this was a mob boss, images of pig farms and shallow graves where flashing thought my mind. He smiled his lazy grin, ‘we’re heading out to my country office for a few weeks, I head out there to relax and unwind and escape the prying eyes of the vice-squad and various other specialized police units. Let go get you packed for the trip’ somehow his last sentence didn’t quiet sound right, it almost sounded as if…..

I looked down at the box, it was about 8 feet long and three wide, the inside was padded with leather, there where various straps attached to the bottom at regular intervals. I tried to keep the word coffin from creeping into my mind as I examined its other kink attachments that would obviously not be put there if the intended purpose was to merely aid in the transport of a corpse. There o rings all along the side at about one inch intervals running up and down either side they stopped about a foot and a half from the top and instead there was grooves in the wood at that end. Tommy he gotten me to strip out of my chain harness and leather shorts. He handed me a pair of rubber shorts with a front to back zip, I managed to pull them on, they where fairly well talced once on he had undone the zipper at the front and pulled out my cock, at his touch it immediately started to grow and I realized I hadn’t cum since about two days ago, tho it felt like way longer. He strapped a leather cockring around the base of my cock and balls and pushed them back into the rubber prison which he zipped closed.

Then he grabbed a bottle of something and squeezed whatever was in it onto his hands, he then started to rub it all over me, it was wet and slimy, I assumed it was lube, I closed my eyes and felt my cock grow even harder in its prison as he ran his powerful hands all over me. After he had lubed me all over he grabbed a larger rubber item and squeezed lube into it as well then handed it to me. I saw it was a catsuit, entry was through he back, I managed to struggle into it, it was a tight fit so it was not easy to do even tho I was slimy with lube. As soon as it was on I was already building up a sweat from the effort of getting into it, I found this easy to forget tho since Tommy was running his hands over my body to smooth out the rubber, once again my cock throbbed painfully hard. Tommy then grabbed a large leather sleep sack and dumped it in the bottom of the box and told me to get in it. This was going to be one very sweaty trip. I climbed in, there where sleeves for my arms to go into and I slid my hands into them, the leather smelt really great and felt cool against my rubbered body, tho I knew it would not be cool for long. Tommy immediately zipped up the sack then started to lace up the string over the zip starting from the feet and working upwards. This took a long time and I was already starting to heat up by the time he finished, it was very tight and I couldn’t really move, tho I could sort of rock my body from side to side. Tommy quickly stopped this by using the straps on the bottom of the box to strap me into place, he pulled each of them tight and even through the thick leather of the sack I could feel them tightly holding me in place. Tommy still didn’t seem to be satisfied since he disappeared and re-appeared not long after holding armfuls of rope. He threaded the rope through every second o ring on the side of the box, webbing me into place. Once this was done I tried to wiggle. I could not move a inch, people say this a lot, but I might as well have been poured in cement, I had no mobility whatsoever.

Tommy walked up to the end where my head was and then held up a piece of wood, it was rectangular in shape but with a cemi-circle cut out of one side, I didn’t have to be psychic to know what was gonna happen next, sure enough the piece of wood slid smoothly into the grooves on the sides of the box and the cemicircle closed over my neck. He then grabbed a bolt and a ratchet and started to secure it in place using a bolt on either side, even if I could somehow get out of the sleepsack by undoing the ropes and straps, both on the outside and then unlace the strings over the zip and then unzip the bag I would not be able to free my head. When the neck piece was secured he placed a thin square leather pillow on my right side against he wall of the box, it was about an inch thick and rigid. He then placed one on my left, he continued this till my head was firmly wedged between two leather pillows, I couldn’t shake my head, and the neck piece prevented me from lifting my head. He then placed a small aanesthesia mask over my mouth and nose, the only opening was a small hole, he pressed it firmly against my face and then looking deep into my eyes he put his thumb over the hole. I had anticipated this and had managed to take a breath before he did this, I looked up into his green eyes and tried to remain calm, soon the pressure was to much and I released the breath and tried to draw another but nothing, I managed to get half a mouthful of air that must have been in the mask, but not a ful lungful, the small mouthful of air only made the lack of air more apparent and then my body’s self defence kicked in, I tried to shake my head but soft unyielding leather on either side stopped this, I was trying to thrash around but my body was secularly tied, I tried to yell but no air was in my lungs to yell with, I felt my mind go hazy with panic, then saw spots start to appear before my eyes, this all seemed to take years, I was just feeling myself begin to float when suddenly there was air, my lungs grew a great deep greedy breath and suddenly there was a taint, a almost sweet smell…. Oh fuck he was a bastard.

I stretched out and tried to scratch my groin, this activity was hindered somewhat by the chastity belt I was locked in. I sighed with frustration and put down the book I had been reading and got up and walked around a little to see if the friction of the belt against my skin would take care of the itch, it did. I wondered over to the window and looked out, Tommy had left about 5 days ago and said he would be back tonight, when he left he had locked me in the belt, I had to admit it was a fine piece of bondage equipment that at any other time I would have admired and drooled saliva and pre-cum over. It was simple enough, a metal tube contained my cock and curved back towards my ass a plate covered the ass and it was kept in place by a belt around my waist, that’s where the simplicity ended, there where no locks, it was all controlled by electromagnetic locks. The codes of which could be transmitted over a cell phone that had been modified for this purpose, as a result I had to keep my phone nearby and charged at all times, if I moved more then ten meters from my phone I got a warning tingle in my nuts, if I moved more then 15 meters I got a very nasty zap on the area between my balls and ass reach down and pinch that area, you will see it is a little sensitive. The belt itself needed charging as well, when the battery got to a certain level, I got three short tingles to my balls, if I didn’t get to a charger within a hour I got a sharp zap, which then continued till the charger was plugged in or until the battery went dead, I had tried one time, I found out my resistance died loooong before the battery did. There was also a special buttplug, I had to sms Tommy if I wanted to use the toilet for solid waste purposes and he would send the code to open the plate covering my ass, similarly he could tell me to put the plug in and then lock the plate on keeping it in me, if I tried to close the plate without the plug in place it transmitted this info to Tommy, did I mention he could also activate the voltage from his phone? I saw a cloud of dust in the distance, my heart did a little bit of a somersault, the usual mixture of fear and lust.

When I had awoken my box had been sitting on the floor of a new dungeon, I remember thinking in my drugged haze of a mind that more then one playroom was just greedy. I had been free of all my restraints and rubbers, I was naked, I had struggled to sit up and a boot had suddenly planted itself between my legs then a strong hand in a leather glove hand grabbed my arm and I had been pulled up into a kiss, I had briefly glanced to fiery green eyes before I had closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation of a wet tongue dominating my mouth. This had been a week and a half ago.

Tommy walked in and I was there to meet him, he walked over and grabbed me and kissed me roughly, when he had finished I was in a fair bit of pain cause my cock was trying to grow in its confinement. He growled at the back of his throat, ‘fuck I’ve been missing that, slut, get to the playroom I’ll be along shortly.’ I headed towards the playroom, the house is like an oasis in the middle of a desert, actually, it is literally an oasis in the middle of a desert. There is nothing but red parched sand for hours in either direction. Tommy doesn’t even bother pretending to farm anything out here it’s a prison/fortress. There is a chopper kept fuelled and ready out the back, the glass is all bullet-proof, the whole house is reinforced. That’s the fortress, as for the prison, all communications can be monitored through Tommy’s personal computer in his study, phone lines internet everything, the logs from my chast belt mobile even get recorded on there, to put it bluntly, I was a ‘guest’ until such time as Tommy chose. There was a staff of about 12 all huge guys, apparently they got paid to sit around and flex their muscles while wearing tight shirts and singlets and cowboy boots and hats, it was either eye candy for Tommy or torment for me, the site of those bulging jeans trying desperately to contain packages of leviathan proportions made my cock try to grow painfully in its confinement. None tried to hit on me and I ignored them as best I could. As cute as I am I very much doubt I could seduce one to risk his life for my freedom.

I walked into the playroom and stripped off the clothes I had been wearing over my belt. I stood there in the middle of the room and waited. About ten minutes later Tommy strolled in. he was dressed in faded jeans and old well worn brown leather boots. A button up cotton shirt and wide brimmed cowboy hat in his hand, he looked fucking hot as hell. He pointed over to the corner of the room and I walked over there, he had grabbed the remote for the winch system, the winch system in this play room was even more intricate, the cables not only went from floor to ceiling but four of them where on tracks, that went from one end of the room to the other. One set of these was resting in the corner I was walking towards, their cables where slowly unwinding down, they reached hip height and stopped then Tommy walked over, he had a armful of gear, he dumped it on the floor and reached into the back pockets of his jeans and pulled out his phone. I tensed expecting a zap, but instead I heard the locks click open, I wasted no time in pulling the damn thing off, and in the cool air my cock sprang to full hard on position, something it had not been able to do for 5 days, I knew better then to reach for my cock and Tommy growled in approval then reached down and handed me something from the pile. It was a bondage belt I strapped it on above my naked hips and cinched it tight, Tommy walked up and slipped a lock through the specially designed buckle I could smell him, he hadn’t showered from the trip and there was a strong masculine body odder mixed in with that ‘old clothes’ smell from his well worn riding gear. I shivered and my cock grew harder, he completely ignored it, instead attached a parachute harness around my nuts. I winced a little as he tugged my nuts roughly into place. He then stepped over to the two cables with a item from the pile of the gear, it was a wide piece of leather it tapered off at the ends and ended with a o ring on either end. He attached the ends to the cables, basically it was a swing seat. Me motioned for me to hop on, and directed me to do so so that I was facing the closest wall, he used some chains to secure me in the seat by attaching them to points on the belt and then to the o rings at the end of the seat. Basically I couldn’t hop out of the swing seat.

I was holding the cables to keep my balance, he grabbed some locking wrist restraints and buckled them around my wrists and locked them, then took some chain and attached them to the restraints and then to the cables using padlocks, he then placed a heavy collar around my neck and locked that in place as well, this had d rings at regular intervals, he took some thin chains and locked them onto rinds on either side of my neck then padlocked the other end of the chains to the restraints. Basically I had enough slack that I could move my hands up and down the cables but I couldn’t reach below waist level I could also stretch my hand away from the cables about a foot or so. Tommy then knelt down and buckled ankle restraints around my ankles and then hooked some chord from the ankles to the back of my bondage belts, my legs where curled up off the floor, I tried to stretch my legs and found I could a bit the chords where elastic but didn’t have much give. Tommy stood and watched me kick and move around finding the limits to my movement in my swing seat. He then walked over to the wall and secured one end of a long rope to it somehow, there must have been a anchor point there, he then walked back this end of the rope ended in a small metal hook, he grabbed the dangling chain of the parachute harness and hooked it onto it. He then stood up and smiled, ‘well mike there is 5 meters of elastic rope here, and its 6 meters from here to the remote, when I leave this winch is automatically going to move towards the opposite side of the room, if you press the yellow button on the remote when you can reach it, the winch will stop and move back to this wall till it gets back to this position then it will start over. One of the buttons will stop it of course, but you don’t know which, and you don’t know what the others will do, so I would advise against trying unless you wish to possibly end up with no balls. well I am off for a ride, have fun. As he left he room, the winch began to veeeeeeery slowly move, I watched the elastic rope begin to uncoil. This was going to be interesting.

4 hours later Tommy came and rescued me form my torture seat, by that stage my balls where aching and I was exhausted from trying to stretch and grab the remote as soon as I was in reach. He took me to the bedroom and fucked me hard and mercilessly, he then rolled me over and I kissed me while I gazed at him through the tears in my eyes, then stroked me off to a shuddering orgasm. Then hugged me tight against him till we both fell asleep.

I finally I worked up the courage to ask the question I had been thinking about the next morning at breakfast, “so how long do you usually keep a lad for, sir?” he looked up and smiled at me, ‘generally just a few days or so, but in your case a lot longer.’ It took me a few sec to realize that he didn’t just mean that he had kept me a few weeks, I looked up, he was watching me, all traces of the smile gone, suddenly the room seemed very small, ‘w-what do you mean?’ I stuttered, he leaned back and continued to look at me, ‘I’d be the first person to say I am not the type to fall for guys but I like you mike, you are submissive, I know I have power over you, I have seen how you go when I so much as look at you, I like having power over people, and, to some degree. I like to hurt people.’ He leaned forward and I leaned back, suddenly the kitten was a tiger again, and I was in the tiger cage, minus a whip and chair. “That’s how I got here, I can see your scarred of me, but I also know I turn you on, most people I just scare. I hate to sound weak, but I didn’t realize I missed seeing someone who knows me look at me and be turned on. Till I met you that is.’ He got up and walked over to a side table and came back with a a4 sized manila envelope he placed in front of me, he moved behind me, ‘open it’ I managed to get the envelope opened with trembling fingers, it slipped in my grasp and the contents spilled across the table, my heart froze, time seemed to slow, across the table where photos, photos of my friends, my family, a few where even of guys I had slept with, I reached out and tried to pick up one of my sister but my hand was shaking to badly, I think Tommy was speaking in my ear but his voice sounded a long way off. ‘You see mike, if I just tell you your mine and try and chain you up you will try to escape, maybe the fear I inspire in you will be enough to keep you from trying for a while, but after a few months the idea of freedom will be like water to a man in a desert, this however’ he reached over and pulled a group of photos closer to me, they had obviously been taken without the people knowing cause everyone was very natural, this was a picture of one of my good friends sitting at a table with a bunch of people at a café, laughing. “THESE chains are ones which you will never try to shake off. To be safe however I will be, moving my base of operations out here, it’s too easy for the police to monitor me in the city, lately they have been gathering a little bit too much evidence for my liking.”

I felt him move away from my chair, and he seated himself opposite me. And again looked at me, I was still frozen I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. I couldn’t believe he had just casually told me in his own way that he lives of my friends and family depended on me staying here to be his slave slut. He smiled, ‘ you will grow to love it mike, I have to much power over you for you to resist me.” Deep down I knew he was right, but at this moment I could only feel raw hatred sloshing within me.

This happened nearly a year ago, he has kept me writing normal correspondence with everyone I know, closely monitored emails and phone calls. However I managed to write this story and keep it hidden from him, it’s taken me ages to get the chance to get the second part of it out safely, the lives of my friends and family depends on my caution. He is away again, and his system is glitched on his computer slightly, it’s not recording attached files. He thinks I don’t know and I pretend not to. Enclosed with this story is the evidence off his own computer needed to bring him down, the police won’t move against him on a simple kidnapping charge but with these they will, help me guys, you’re my only chance. Get these files to the cops, feds, national parks whoever!!!! Just help me!!!! I can’t email them directly so I am posting them here on this kink site. I only dare try this once. Fuck I only have one chance at it anyway.

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