By Takeo

Arrival in Berlin

Just as the train stops, I hear a noise. An envelope slips under the door. I hastily tear it off and find a key. I immediately try it and manage to open the padlock of the chain that links my wrists. I take the envelope back to look for the other keys, but nothing, the envelope is empty. I hear the controller going around the compartments. He knocks on the door and asks me to get off. I tell him I will be out in a minute. I have no choice than to accept the situation, there will be nothing more.

I put on my t-shirt and get down on the platform, leather cuffs padlocked on my wrists and chastity belt under my sports outfit, fortunately not too tight. I hide the leather pieces by putting my hands in my pockets. But finally at this hour at the Berlin train station, people are in a hurry to go to work and nobody pays attention to the little Swiss guy in sportswear. I walk down the platform thinking about the events of the day before and what is to come. I feel my cock start to harden, stopped immediately by the cage…

Fortunately, the apartment is not very far from the train station and I can walk there. Anyways without money or credit card I wouldn’t have been able to pay the cab or the subway, the payment system of my Swiss mobile not being compatible with the German one. The itinerary crosses the Tiergarten park in which I find paths that are not too busy at this hour. The belt doesn’t bother me too much for walking, even if each step is felt on my hips, at the crotch and between my buttocks. I really feel enclosed in a foreign body from which I can’t get rid of. And that turns me on.

I arrive at the number 39, my destination. I look for the bell but the main door is open. I push it open and start climbing the stairs to the second floor. The inscription on the door upstairs is unambiguous: “SM Apartment”. I ring the bell. I wait. Nothing. I am exposed on the landing, the massive leather restraints still locked on my wrists, the cage visible under my sports outfit. I ring the bell again several times without success. My heart starts to speed up, I don’t understand what’s going on; Florian knows the train schedule and must know the time of my arrival. I take out my cell phone to call him just as I hear a door open and footsteps coming down the stairs. I decide to leave the building so as not to be seen up close by someone with my equipment, but too late, a rather fit redhead in jeans and a white t-shirt, his hair neatly combed to the side, arrives on the upper landing. With a charming smile, he gives me a cheerful hello as he comes down the stairs in my direction, to which I answer shyly, while trying to find a position in which my wrists are not too visible and my belt not exposed.

When he gets to the landing, he doesn’t pass me by to continue his way but heads straight for me. With the strength of a guy who regularly goes to the gym, he grabs the wrist cuffs and secures them together with a padlock connected to a chain. I am stunned. I want to speak but I am mute and do not know what to say. While holding me firmly by the cuffs, he brings his head closer to mine to whisper in my ear. I feel his cheek brush mine, having the immediate effect of making my cock swell, constrained in the cage. “We will make sure you’re presentable for your Sir.” He pulls a ball gag from his pocket and forces it into my mouth. It is relatively big but not gigantic and of rather soft and pleasant material. The guy puts his hands behind my head to tighten it. Once it’s snug, he squeezes it another notch to make sure I can’t push it out with my tongue. The straps pull well on my lips and the gag forces me to keep my mouth wide open. Once this one is attached, the guy tenderly strokes my head, slaps me on the buttocks and goes up the stairs pulling on the chain, forcing me to follow him.

We enter the apartment located above. It is neatly and smartly decorated, no doubt that a gay guy lives here. He approaches me and puts a hand on my butt and starts playing with my nipple through the t-shirt with the other.

“Hi boy, I’m Franz. I’m going to take care of your introduction for your stay in Berlin. I’ll explain the rules to you, but first we’ll get you ready. I advise you to obey, otherwise I’ll pass the information on to Florian who will punish you, and believe me it won’t be a pleasure.”

He removes the padlock that binds the cuffs on my wrists and asks me to follow him into the bathroom.

“Take off your clothes.”

I take off my shoes and my shirt, which I leave on the floor. Schlack! I get a swift slap on my butt. “Where did you see that we leave our stuff loose like that?” I’m surprised by this reaction, but I immediately understand what I have to do. I bend down, pick up my shirt, fold it neatly and place it next to my shoes properly arranged next to each other.

“Much better, you’re a fast learner. Your shorts now.”

I hesitate for a second and take a second swipe. Then I comply and pull down my shorts, revealing the chastity belt. A sly smile appears on Franz’s face, and I can see in his eyes that the sight excites him. The bathroom has a floor-to-ceiling mirror and for the first time I can see what I look like with the Carrara belt. I have to admit, I’m pretty pleased with the look. I’ve fantasized a lot about this type of belt, imagining myself locked up for long periods of time, unable to see or touch my sex. And I’m pleasantly surprised by the comfort, having had no real difficulty sleeping with it or walking around. And I like the total confinement aspect, much more effective than with penis cages. The sight of my reflection helps increase my excitement, when Franz’s voice brings me back to reality.

“You have 15 minutes to relieve yourself and get cleaned up, you wait until I come back on your knees, hands behind the head.”

He exits the bathroom and locks the door. I go to the bathroom and empty myself, having not been able to relieve myself since yesterday afternoon. I see an enema device in the tub and understand what I’m supposed to do. Although I am not very experienced with anything related to anal sex, I do it as well as I can. The belt bothers me but after a few tries, I find the right trick that allows me to do it without too much trouble.

When it’s over, I kneel down on the bath mat, place my hands behind my head, interlocking my fingers, and wait for Franz to return. I am facing the mirror and the sight of myself frightens me as much as it excites me. I see myself naked, caged, my mouth filled with the ball gag, in a stranger’s house. I don’t know what is worse, to be in this situation, or to have done it voluntarily. Indeed, despite the physical restraints that were inflicted on me, I still followed Franz on my own will, and worse, I enjoyed following the instructions of his authoritative voice, and it turned me on.

The door opens and Franz approaches. He signals me to be quiet and removes the gag, the size of which was beginning to hurt my jaw muscles. I am relieved when the ball comes out of my mouth and I can finally swallow my saliva freely and make my jaw work. In the reflection of the mirror, I see Franz crouching behind me with leather equipment in his hand. He takes my wrists, ties them behind my back and puts a leather collar on me. I think I recognize a muzzle, an object we have often talked about with Florian and about which I have often fantasized a lot.

The collar is high and thick and, even if it is not a posture collar, restricts my head movements quite a bit. As with the gag previously, Franz adjusts it tightly. He stands up, orders me to open my mouth and puts on the gag integrated into the muzzle. It is a large leather piece, probably the largest I have ever worn, so it takes a little bit of force to get it in. Once inside, it fills my mouth completely, but its flexibility and shape do not make it unpleasant. With his expert hands, Franz places the straps of the muzzle and adjusts them perfectly, making sure again that they are all tight enough. I can see by the look on his face that he seems quite satisfied with his work.

He takes me firmly by the buckle of the collar, forces me to my feet and leads me into the vestibule.

“Here are the rules for your stay with your Master, read them carefully and memorize them. And remember that any breach of these rules will earn you a punishment, and that these are real punishments, without any purpose of pleasure.”

A sheet of paper is placed on the ground. As best I can with my hands tied behind my back, I crouch down to try to read its content.

 

House rules

• The boy shall not speak, unless allowed to.
• The boy will always address his Master by using the word Sir.
• The boy shall immediately obey his Master.s orders.
• The boy shall always give his best to satisfy his Master.
• The boy will never be allowed to touch his sex.
• The boy will never cum without the Master’s permission.
• The boy will never eat sitting at the table.
• The boy will be collared at all time.
• The boy is never allowed to wear underwear.
• The boy will wear the clothes ordered by the Master, even in public.
• If the boy is on loan or under the supervision of another Master, he will obey him as if he were his Master.
• If the boy is in contact with another submissive, he will remain inferior to him and obey him as if he were his Master.
• The above rules also apply in public.
• Shall the boy break any of the above rules, he will be punished.
• In case of recidivism, punishment will be increased.

 

We have a dom-sub relationship based mainly on bondage. Thinking back to the chat that led to the organization of this trip, I remember that, probably in the excitement of the discussion at the time, I had wanted to have an intense experience, without the normal moments of friendship that we had when we saw each other with Florian. But these rules clearly go further than anything I had imagined. I never saw myself in the position of a slave. Not talking even about going public, which is clearly a no-go for me. Thoughts rush through my head and my heart beats fast as I dread what comes next. Franz pulls me out of my thoughts. He crouches in front of me and holds me firmly by the chin, forcing my gaze into his.

“From now on, your name is takeo. You are Sir Flo’s slave until next Monday, and you will suffer what he wants to do with you regardless of your state of mind and excitement. Your only objective is to follow orders correctly, and to satisfy him.”

Following this, Franz explains to me the main positions to be respected on the Master’s commands. He unties my hands and makes me, position after position, execute and train:

• Wait: Standing, legs apart at shoulder width, hands behind the back.
• Inspection: same but with the hands behind the head, fingers interlocked.
• Attention: Standing, legs together, hands at sides of body.
• Wall: Standing facing wall, hands on the wall above the head, body leaning forward, legs spread.
• Kneel: kneeling, sitting on heels, knees together, hands on thighs.
• Kneel inspection: kneeling, sitting on heels, knees apart, hands behind head.
• All 4: On all fours, presenting ass.

 

I found myself repeating positions in front of a guy I had never seen before, naked, wearing a chastity belt and a leather muzzle. This situation is very humiliating, and I never thought I would be able to do it, nor would I want to, but Florian planned it well and I take on my new role with an ease and excitement that I never thought I would.

“Now let’s continue to prepare you, boy. Assume the wall position.”

I quickly comply. Franz corrects my position by spreading my legs a little wider and pressing on my shoulders in a way that forces me to arch my back more, sticking my ass out. He leaves the room and returns a few seconds later. He caresses my buttocks with his hands and takes the opportunity to give me some slaps which surprise me and make me moan in my gag. I find pleasant the contrast between the soft and sensual caresses and the firm slaps. Suddenly I feel a cold sensation on my hole, and I don’t have time to understand that it is lubricant that a finger has already penetrated me. I moan with surprise in my gag; with pain too, I am really not used to being penetrated. Franz has placed himself next to me and embraces me with his other arm. He remains static while I relax and get used to the presence of his finger inside me.

“It’s okay, boy, just breathe, I’m sure you like it, and I know you know it.”

In the 12 hours that I had been wearing the chastity belt, I had gotten used to it, and besides the fact that it prevented me from accessing my sex, it also participated in making me feel somehow protected from Franz, not being totally naked. But it was forgetting that my hole was still accessible.

After a while, I start to relax and accept the presence of the finger inside me. Franz starts some movements and this time he gives me pleasure, as my cock tries to grow in his cage. He senses that the situation has become acceptable to me and plays with my hole, bringing his finger in and out several times, turning me on more each time. Then a second finger is added, again causing tension in me that Franz manages to ease and turn into pleasure.

“You’re tight, boy. You’re going to have to relax and open up if you want to endure your next few days here.”

I tense up again hearing this, as I’m not anal and I’m afraid of what’s in store for me.

Franz withdraws his fingers, causing a relief but also a feeling of emptiness. But soon I feel again something pressing on my anus and penetrating inside me. This time it is not fingers, but something harder, probably a sex toy. Gently but firmly, Franz pushes the object inside me. I moan but the pressure does not decrease. I try to relax but I can’t.

The insertion stops but Franz holds the object firmly in place.

“You are really not used to this, I’ll take a break. But trust me, I won’t take it out, we’re just taking a break.”

I feel him add more lube on the object and against my hole. I try to breathe calmly and relax. Again he stands next to me and hugs me with his free hand. He licks and nibbles my ear a little and caresses my back. Then the pressure starts again gently but this time I relax and allow the object to penetrate me. Suddenly, I feel a pain then my hole closes and I understand that it is a buttplug. Franz caresses me until I assimilate the object that is in me.

“Okay, boy, that’s done. It’s a small plug but by the end of the week you’ll be getting a much bigger one. Turn around and get into the inspection position.”

With the plug filling me, I step away from the wall, put my hands behind my head and wait. Franz steps out of the room and returns with a duffel bag. He pulls out the contents.

“Look straight ahead!”

I’m curious to see what’s in the bag, but I comply, afraid of being punished.

“Put this on.”

In front of me sits a pair of pants, a t-shirt and a military jacket with camouflage patterns, as well as a pair of rangers. I can feel my excitement rising, because I love uniforms. I did my military service and I always fantasized about being a recruit under the command of an officer who would abuse his power over me.

So I put on the pants, then the t-shirt that I tuck into the pants, the jacket, the socks and finally the boots and I take my position. In this outfit, I don’t feel as vulnerable as before but I feel like a cadet being hazed and who doesn’t know what is waiting for him.

Franz reaches into the bag and pulls out heavy leather ties that he attaches to my ankles, over the boots, and locks them with a padlock. He replaces the ties on my wrists with leather mitts that he also locks. These mitts are very tight and thick and keep my fist closed, preventing me from using my hands and imposing a permanent constraint. Then he places around my neck, in addition to the muzzle collar, a heavy chain made of large links, which he also locks with a large padlock.

I’m totally trapped in this outfit, locked from all sides and I would be absolutely unable to get out of it, even if I really wanted to, which is actually not the case…

“Too hot boy, I wish I could have you at my disposal and take care of your little slave face.”

The gag fills my mouth so much that I can’t answer, but I make it clear that I wouldn’t have minded.

“Time to get down.”

He binds the mitts in front of me and attaches the little chain again and guides me out of the apartment. Without having checked if someone could be in the corridor, he makes me go down the steps, takes a key out of his pocket and makes me enter the apartment to which I had rung an hour earlier.

It was dark, I could see a hallway with several side doors. Franz closes the main door, and instead of guiding me into the apartment as I expected, he turns me around. There I notice, immediately next to the front door, a cell closed with large metal bars. In this cell, a bed probably too small to lie on completely, covered with a leather mattress and a steel shelf. Everything is black, bed, floor, walls with an industrial style light on top of one of the walls.

Franz makes me sit in the middle of the bed. He attaches a steel chain to each of my mitts, which he locks to the two side walls of the cell, so that my arms are stretched horizontally on each side. He then ties my ankles in a similar manner to the two side walls, forcing my legs apart. He then climbs on the bed behind me and I hear the sound of a chain. I can’t see what he’s up to, and I suddenly feel him attach something to the top of my muzzle, and then the sound of a padlock closing. My head is held upright, and I understand that he has attached a chain that connects me to the ceiling. As he had done with the gag and collar, once he is satisfied with his work, he takes all the chains and stretches them by one more link, increasing the tension.

He then positions himself in front of me and takes a picture.

“It’s time to tell your Master that his toy is ready.”

Then he walks over and pulls something out of his pocket and holds it up to my eyes. It is a padded piece of leather, and I quickly understand that it is an eye patch that attaches to the muzzle.

“Bye-bye, boy. Welcome to Berlin.”

And he places the blindfold and snaps it on, immediately cutting off all light. I try to focus and hear what is going on, but there is no noise. After a while, I hear very light noises. I anticipate that Franz will touch me, but I don’t know where. But instead, I hear the sound of the cell bars, then a click. And then the front door opening and closing, then locking.

I understand that I am now alone, locked in the cell.

I stay on the lookout for a moment, watching for the slightest noise, but nothing. I think that Florian is somewhere in the apartment and that he will come to me quickly, but I do not perceive anything.

I try to move a little and pull on my bonds, but the chains are tight, allowing little movement. I was very surprised by the sequence of events, and a lot has already happened that on paper I would have preferred not to do. But both Mark and Fabian on the train and Franz just now gave me confidence. And now I find myself chained up in a military uniform, in chastity, a plug in me in an unknown place, gagged and blinded, but I feel in a state of calm and enjoy the situation.

I just hope it won’t last too long as the bondage might be difficult to stand. I stay tied up like this, I have no idea how much time is passing. No noise, no temporal landmarks.

Suddenly, my body tenses, I feel something inside me that penetrates me, itches, and at the same time gives me pleasure. I pull on my chains against the discomfort I feel but at the same time my cock tries to stand up in its cage.

After a few moments, I understand that Franz has put what must be a vibrating plug in me, which gives me regular pulses. I have never felt such a sensation, but being tied up, gagged and blindfolded, I have plenty of time to discover this new sensation.

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Metal would like to thank Takeo for this story! Please leave comments below. You can also contact the author on Twitter under his account, @TakeoShibari.