By Rubbag

There is something cold against my face and a dry, unfamiliar taste in my mouth. I can feel that I’m lying face down with my head turned to one side. The skin of my cheek pressed into what feels like steel, the cold of which is clearing my head. I’m aware now of a low, buzzing sound nearby and a strange tingling sensation at my neck. I try and open my eyes but my eyelids feel, feel like they’re made of lead and it’s too much, too much for now.

I stop and take a few deep breaths. My chest slowly rises and falls with each breath I take. My whole body still seems to be somehow numb and distant. I can just about feel my hands against the floor beneath me. I move my left hand, flexing each finger one by one, feeling the life come back into them. But my fingers are strangely stiff and my sense of touch seems dull and there is something not quite right about the way my fingers slide over the surface beneath me. I can feel life coming back into my arms, into my legs as I bend them, and with an effort I roll myself onto my back.

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By Areallytallboy

Over the next few weeks, the boys included Sir more and more in their regular play. Jeremy in particular returned several times, largely to be stored back in Sir’s awesome couch. Each time he returned, Sir upped the ante, making use of increasingly more secure chastity devices, thicker catsuits, larger, electro-equipped butt plugs, and even catheters. Sir also insisted that they increase Jeremy’s time spent stored, from the initial four hours, to six, to ten, to fourteen. Jeremy felt more and more comfortable around Sir, trusting his craft and skill, admiring the man for his kinky creations.

Jeremy would learn that many of the pieces of equipment in Sir’s workshop served the purpose of molding fiberglass, bending steel and thus creating many of the concealed storage units all over the house. He learned that his friends were also subject to these units, but as much as Jeremy asked, Sir never revealed where these pieces were, nor who of his friends had been using them. In his mind, Jeremy found the concept unbelievably hot — knowing that only Sir knew who used what, that as a symbolic act of objectification, the boys subject to these units would never know where the other units were, or who, if anyone, occupied them.

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