plumbing 3

Author: catdude
Title: plumbing 3
Date: 01 August 2016

Josh shuffled as much as he could, soft but unyielding padding pressed against him from every side, he was exhausted, he hadn’t slept much, being stuck in the upright position was not great for sleep, his jaw ached from the massive gag, he groaned and shuffled again, the sweat was all around him, making the floor slippery, but even if he slid around there was nowhere for him to fall. Suddenly blinding light, thank fuck, though as bad as this was he knew worse was to come. He grunted into his gag and waddled out into the light, there was Brad grinning down at him, as pissed as Josh was at him he had to admire him, there he was in his sendra boots poking out from under his denim overalls, his massive broad shoulders and his hot as fuck grin under his Stenson. I felt my cock twitch in its rubber prison, Brad noticed and I saw the grin get even wider and he stuck one of his legs out, I shook my head and started to waddle towards the 4 wheeler but before I got more than a meter there was suddenly a collar around my neck and a leash attached to that and a sharp tug that nearly pulled me over on my side, I turned and there he was with his leg still out, he gave the leash another sharp tug, I growled at him, but I knew that only one of us would win this battle, and it wouldn’t be me, I waddled over, looked up at him and slowly climbed his leg with my bound arms, and started to hump his leg, he laughed and shoved me off, “you’re such a filthy mutt, ok, into your dog cage.” He bent down and picked me up in his powerful arms and walked over to the four wheeler with cage on the back and stuffed me into it.

A short bumpy ride later, we arrived at the party site, brad opened my cage and unzipped me, I relished the feeling of the cool air on my skin, for the short period I could at least, I knew well what was coming next. Brad finally released my limbs from their tortured bent position and I immediately stretched out and groaned, I wanted nothing more than to remove the massive gag stretching my mouth open, but I knew that Brad wouldn’t let me, I glared up at him as I stretched out, I got to my feet and wondered over to the pile of gear waiting for me, warming up in the sun already, the first thing waiting for me was a heavy rain coat, I have no idea where Brad had found it, but it must have come off a 1800 whaling vessel it weighed probably about half as much as me and was made of thick rubber. I struggled into it, it came down to my knees, leaving my lower half exposed, alas that was not the last of the gear Brad gave me to work in, I picked up my overalls next, they had started life as a normal pair of denim overalls in Brad’s cupboard, once they came to the end of their life span he had made an interesting choice, I don’t know where he had gotten it done, but he had cut up old tyre tubes and sewn them onto the areas the denim was fading, or rather he had made one of the slave workers do it. Once these rubber denim hybrid monstrosities where on me I grabbed the last bit of my work kit, heavy duty rubber chest waders. Once I had struggled them up over the overalls and the raincoat Brad stepped up, ignoring my glare at him he pulled the hood of the raincoat up and over my head and laced it tight, the bow sitting just under my nose. He then linked a chain around my neck and through the straps of the waders, tugging it closed and padlocking it shut. With it done up I couldn’t pull the waders off, and that meant everything else stayed on as well. He then gave me a slap on the shoulder and jumped back on his bike and left. I huffed through my gag, I could already feel more sweat dripping down my spine, I was thirsty as hell, and it was only going to get worse. I grabbed the shovel leaning by a nearby tree, I needed to get this pit for the plumbing dug before it got any later in the day and I was working in the midday sun.

Brad pulled up in just as I had finished, I grunted in annoyance, he always rocked up about 5mins either side of when I finished, how he knew I never knew, thought I had a sneaking suspicion that somewhere out there was a slave gimp tied to a tree somewhere watching me. Brad Hopped off and walked over, he was holding a sledge hammer and four steel pegs, he checked out the ditch I had dug for the plumbing and nodded, he jerked his head towards the trailer that was hooked up to the back of the bike, I shuffled over, sweat sloshing in my waders as I unloaded the party supplies out of the back of the trailer, nearby I could hear the sound of Brad hammering the pegs into the ground, I sighed into my gag again, only a few more hours and the party would start. Once all the supplies where unloaded I walked over to where Brad had hammered all the pegs into the ground. He wiped his brow, “phew, I can’t even imagine how you must be sweating in that outfit Jase, though I guess as a little gimp you must be used to it, ok you know the drill, assume a position.” I glared at his grinning face one last time and laid down on the ground, stretching my arms out above my head. Brad grabbed each wrist and attached a heavy iron manacle to them, this was in turn attached to a chain, he did the same with each ankle as well. Once this was done he padlocked the ends of the chains to the spikes he had hammered in the ground, and there I was, spreadeagled out on the ground, in three layers of heavy rubber gear, and that’s how I would stay, until the party.