ninja 3

Author: catdude
Title: ninja 3
Date: 03 February 2009

Slowly everything swam back into focus. Hazy at first but with more clartiy coming in faster and faster, I felt peaceful and happy, but for some reason that felt like the wrong thing to be feeling. Everything was still a little blurry so I went to lift my arm to rub my arm, but my arm wouldn’t move, then all neurons kicked back into gear and the events leading up to me staring up at a ceiling all came rushing back.

Right about then Jason’s smiling face came into view standing over me. ‘well that was a lot of effort, but I finally got you where I want you Ben, I am a little hurt that you made me work this hard at it. Oh yea in the few secs you where out of it I gave you a shot of something, will wear off in a few hours but till then you won’t be able to move, sorry man.’ Then he bent over me and picked me up easily, he carried me into another room, I couldn’t see where we where going since I couldn’t turn my head to look but soon enough I was placed on a bed so I felt it was safe bet that this was a bedroom. Jason slowly stripped me out of my clothes, I couldn’t believe this was happening, just goes to show, get mixed up with secret organisations and you end up getting raped, though if I was honest with myself I very much doubted that I would still be saying no at the end of the session with him.

Soon he had me naked on the bed, he was smiling down at me, still fully clothed, he sat down on the bed next to me and ran his hands over my naked body, ‘hmm not bad, little work and we will have you looking pretty damn fine. You see Ben, I only recently got upgraded to this flat, which I got to furnish myself, for one reason. I was to become a handler, specifically your handler. You have been doing really well on recon missions and it has been decided to send you on more dangerous ones. But that means your going to be exposed to more sensitive parts of the organisation. Which means we need to keep a closer eye on you, to ensure your not leaking info. Now normally this would be a undercover situation your handler would be a tech who would bug your unit and occasionally tail you, a full ninja like myself would not be used, however since your sexual tastes run in such a unique way it was decided that we could do away with subtle methods and just imprison you. Don’t worry tho, ever since your first mission I have thought you where pretty cute, so I will treat ya well. Oh yea, we have something in common, I am heavily into bdsm as well’ he flashed that grin of his down at me and then got up and walked out of my view, a few minutes later he popped back into my line of sight, he lifted my head and gently place a pillow under it so I was looking down at my body, he then picked up a box that was on the bed and opened it, he pulled out a whole heap of moulded plastic and placed it on the bed. He picked up one piece it was triangular in shape and had a large oval hole in the middle of it, around the edges of it at regular intervals where little plastic bumps, he then gently threaded my cock and balls through the oval hole until the plastic was sitting against my groin, looking at the rest of the pieces I was quickly beginning to understand what this was. It looked like the method of control he was going to use was chastity.

Jason worked quickly; he pushed my flaccid cock into a curved tube, at the top of the triangular piece was a little curved piece of plastic shaped like a D, the open end of the tube had a section that slid over this. Jason then used a small plastic ring and threaded it through the D and pressed it closed with a snap. This attached the tube to the triangular piece, the tube would move up and down slightly, but the curve would not allow me to get hard. With that done he picked up two semicircular pieces, he gently tugged on my balls and then clipped the two pieces together to from a ring around my balls just above my nuts, oddly the inside of the ring that was in contact with my balls felt cool and oddly slirppery. He turned the ring gently until he found a small D ring on it as well, he took a thin plastic cable and ran that through the ring and then up through the same D ring he had attached the cock tube to, once this was threaded through he pressed the end of it together and I heard another locking click noise. Jason then took what looked like a large groin guard cup and placed it over the triangular groin piece. He then picked up a allan key and what looked like plastic screws, it was then that I realized that the little raised sections around the edge of the triangular piece must have actually been screw holes for the screws. He worked his way around the edge of the cup carefully screwing the screws in. now the cup was attached to the groin plate, covering my exposed balls and my cock trapped in it’s tube. Once this was done Jason smiled up at me, ‘you will get to cum still Ben don’t worry but you will need to earn them. And I will always be there.’ He tapped his finger against the cup, ‘it’s a ceramic carbon mix, tougher then steel, lighter then plastic and won’t show up on any metal detectors you go through. He then grabbed two large pieces that where left, and slipped them around my hips, they formed a belt around my waist, again like with my balls the insides of the plastic felt smooth and slightly slippery. He attached the top of the cup to the belt using another circular plastic clip. I realized I was now trapped in it, I wouldn’t be able to pull it off since the ring around my balls would stop that, and the clip at the top would stop me from tilting it down to slide my cock out.

Jason gave it a final tap and shot me another evil grin. ‘you may notice the parts coming into contact with your skin don’t feel like ceramic or plastic, that’s because they are coated with a special silicon layer, it will simple slide over your skin thus no chaffing or rubbing will occur. He picked up another box and sat it on the bed, suddenly his cell phone beeped, he frowned and pulled it off his belt and looked at it. He sighed and shook his head, ‘damn wouldn’t you know it, oh well guess I will have to finish up later, don’t have much left to do anyway. Well will just have to put you safely out of the way till then.’ He picked up the box off the bed and walked out of my line of sight again. He was gone for about 10 15 mins finally, I can’t even tell you what was going through my mind at that time, I was in complete shock, even as I looked back on it later I don’t really remember, I suspect it may have been something to do with whatever drug he gave me. when he reappeared he was in ninja gear and I suspect that if I hadn’t been chemically paralysed my cock would have tried to respond inside its new prison. He was also holding a large roll of leather, he flipped it out beside me and I realized it was a sleep sack, he rolled my unresponsive body into it, gently manoeuvring each of my arms intot he internal sleeves. He then zipped it up and then secured the zip to the collar at the top of it with a padlock, he pulled a number of large wide straps over my and quickly tugged them tight then he stood and looked at me, ‘hmm would like to add more to this but I don’t have time, never mind plenty of time ahead of us.’ He picked me up and placed me down on the floor. He then bent over and tenderly kissed me on the lips and stroked my hair back off my face, ‘don’t worry Ben, I know this is probably a little scary, but I will take care of you, I promise.’ Then suddenly I started to slide under the bed and I realized I was in a giant draw that slid under the bed. When it was fully closed I was alone. In the dark.

The unit was empty, in the master bedroom the large kink sized bed sat in the room neatly made. Beside the bed on a side table a digital clock ticked over from 6:59 to 7:00. There was a beep and a large drawer slides out from under the bed, laying in the drawer was a young man, there is a metal collar around his neck. He sits up and reaches for a key that is in a small key well beside the bed, he twists it and the chain attached to the collar is released.

I yawn and stretched. Then hop out of the draw and walk into the bathroom, there is a allan key sticking out of a wall socket, I pull it out and undo the collar and then stick the allan key back in the socket. I take care of my morning toiletry need and then head into the main part of the unit at a screen mounted on the wall. There is a timetable on it; the box beside 7am is green, bellow that on the screen is ‘breakfast till 7:20’ I look at the clock in the corner, 10 mins to eat breakfast, I head to the fridge there is a green light on the handle indicating that it is unlocked, I pull it open, it is divided into sections all which have either raw ingredients or premade meals, and all protected by small hatches, all the lights above the hatches except for one are red, I pull on the only one that is not red and find a small serve of muesli some unflavoured natural yogurt and some skim milk. I sit at the table and eat my way thought my very healthy but alas not as interesting breakfast. Jason is away on a mission and thus has left me at the whim of this controlled environment, my every move is plotted out. And the results for non compliance are very unpleasant. I finish my breakfast and quickly rinse the bowl in the sink and head back into the main section of the room to see what my day holds for me, on the screen the breakfast time slot has been ticked off and the next slot has been filled in, I sigh as I read the words ‘gym 7:45- 12:00’ I head to the bedroom and quickly pull on some gym gear, teeny little shorts that are ridiculously small and a black t, it has ‘property of Jason’ written on the back. I pull on some sneakers, and then head for the front door to the unit.

The gym is located at the first sub-basement level of the building so I don’t need to head outside like I do for yoga and boxing, two other activities that come up on the timetable. For those I have to leave the building, so I end up with a ‘leash’ there is a buttplug attachment that goes with my chastity belt, it is not to uncomfortable, though it can be a little distracting, a curved section clips onto the belt to hold it in. the plug contains the RF chip and when I leave it starts a timer, if I am not back in time, or if I try and remove the curved section holding it in place the plug begins to expand, rather quickly and to a VERY uncomfortable size.

The gym work out was long and gruelling, I had a personal trainer who I was pretty sure was a (edited) in his former life, the guy was pure evil. He noted my weights and reps and sets, Jason would review them when he got home, that was about the only area where punishment would be delayed for disobedience.

I staggered back to the unit and pushed the door open, and collapsed inside the building, the lifts where RF chip operated as well, and even when I had the plug in it, I couldn’t open them, the locks on the door when I was in the building doing gym where on timers. So I had a 10 minutes window either way. So after an exhausting gym workout I had to make my way up to Jason’s floor using the stairs. I managed to heave myself off the floor and make my way over to the wall mounted monitor and pressed against the box next to the gym portion of the timetable. Thankfully it was only 12:01 on the clock so I got a full halfhour for lunch, if I was more then 5 mins late I only had ten mins for lunch which meant I had a choice between eating or showering. There had been two occasions where I had been sweaty and smelly for the rest of the evening and then endured a penalty as well on top of all that. I ate my healthy yet unappetising lunch and then quickly headed to the bathroom to shower. I came back to the main portion of the room, toweling myself off and sat down, I had ten mins before the next portion of the timetable came up. I lay back on the floor being careful not to let myself nod off to sleep. I didn’t know when Jason would be back but I hoped it would be soon.

The remote controlled life I lived while he was away was cold and clinical, there was little to no human interaction. There where also no rewards for doing everything on time, unless you counted absence of punishment a reward. And the punishments where unpleasant, sometimes there would be no hot water or else I was deprived of sleep, lights and music blaring on in my drawer under the bed interrupting my sleep. The very worst was starvation, my diet was healthy and the portions clinical, I was generally always a little hungry but if I was punished with missing meals, then the hunger grew to absolute starvation that usually took a couple of days to subside back into mere peckish hunger. No music or television played in the unit on the remote settings. The echoing silence was probably the worst of all. All of this was no doubt designed to make me miss Jason, the thing was, it worked.

I sighed and sat up, the worst thing about being brainwashed is knowing it’s happening but it still working on you. I looked up at the wall monitor, below the lunch break had appeared the next section. ‘activity 12:00 - ?’ I groaned, these where what usually got me in trouble, they where activities that Jason had pre-decided a acceptable time limit for, and if I took to long that’s when the dreaded punishments usually occurred. I went to the door and pulled it open, there was a large bag sitting on the doorstep, it would contain the activity, once it had been gun cleaning, I had copped a massive time penalty for that one. Since I had never even picked up a gun before that.
I sat down on the lounge room floor, still naked and opened the bag and felt my cock twitch uselessly in its confines. The bag was full of boots, at least 8 pairs of the hot boots they where exactly like the ones I had got after that fateful night in the park. I smiled ruefully to myself. At the bottom was a polishing kit. I spent a happy afternoon polishing the boots till they shined. It was very relaxing running a wet clothe over them first to remove the dust and grime, then brushing on the polish and then buffing it up to a shine. The whole time with one hand down in the boot thinking of the hot guys who had worn them, sometimes sneaking a sniff, my cock pressing against the curve under the protective cup the whole time. When I was done I pressed the screen. The square beside the activity lit up as green meaning no punishment, I sighed in relief. The next square lit up it ran from now until bedtime, with one word. ‘confinement pattern 3’. I wondered into the other bedroom in the unit, it had been converted to a playspace. I opened a cupboard it was filled with all sorts of rubber and leather gear, I would love to simply play around in there but I didn’t have the time. I quickly grabbed out a rubber catsuit and pulled it on. It had attached hands feet and hood. I shivered as the cool rubber hugged against my naked body and again I felt my cock twitch in its confinement. I quickly smoothed the rubber over myself and then walked over to a cell set in the wall, there was a metal collar like the one in my drawer on the wall it was hanging from a chain that was attached to the wall. I picked up the collar and put it around my neck and pressed the two open halves together, there was a click as the magnetic lock in the collar activated. And then the door to the cell swung shut with a very final clank. The collar fit snugly around my neck, and since the suit zipped up the back it stpped me from unzipping it. The chain in the wall was just long enough for me to squat down a little but no where near long enough for me to lay down. So now I was stuck in here until I was released. I sighed, I hope Jason came home soon.

Jason walked into his dorm room, he logged on and quickly logged onto a website that aloud you to review security footage of your house while you where away from home. He grinned as he saw the slumped figure in the cage all in black and growled in frustration as he rubbed his crotch. He couldn’t wait till he was home so he could ride that tight ass. He then clicked onto another site, and had a look through the timetable print outs of the past few weeks, he was pleased to see that for the past week it had nearly been all green lights. It looked like Ben was being broken down nicely. The isolation and coldness of the whole program as well as loss of contact to the outside world would mean that he would soon be like putty in Jason’s hands. He grinned as he leaned back in his chair, life was very good for him, and it was going to be more, ‘interesting’ for Ben in the not to distant future. hope it was worth the wait. more action and depravity with each instalment ;) always love to hear what everyone thinks, lots of feedback makes me write faster :P