By Mister-X / Spartan
The boy who had answered the door, who was dressed in rubber, started bringing out the food. He was the one who had strapped them all to their chairs. Tim figured he was Mr. Johnson’s trusted assistant. The rubber guy set the bottle of Tim’s piss in front of Tim as his drink. The other six also had similar bottles set in front of them.
After the table was set, Mr. Johnson was the first to dish up his plate. As he started to eat, he nodded to the rubber boy, who started going around the table, dishing up each of the seven boys’ plates with much smaller portions of food, then going around picking up a forkful of food and putting it into their mouth to chew. By the time the first one had finished chewing and swallowed, the rubber boy was back to dish up another forkful. After each three forkfuls of food, he would tip up the bottle of piss for the boy to drink from. This was a first experience for Tim, and he didn’t like the taste. Mr. Johnson was calmly eating his dinner while all this was going on. He had wine to drink. No one spoke.
When dinner was finished, the rubber boy cleared the table of the dishes. After the rubber boy returned from the kitchen, Mr. Johnson first introduced Tim to the others, calling each of them by their name for Tim. Then he unstrapped Tim and had him stand up. He told the others to observe how he was dressed. He particularly noted the tightness of the straitjacket straps, that the straitjacket arms were behind the back which pushed out his chest and tits, that the tit clamp connection being attached to his collar pulled his tits up, enhanced by shortening the connecting chain, and the fact that the cock ring had internal spikes which dug into Tim’s penis. He also noted the wedge gag that Tim had on at Dore, and that he had had his guy pull it as tight as possible, putting muscle into making everything extra tight. He told the others that this is how bondage is supposed to be, that Tim could teach them, since he had demanded it be done this way. He said their bondage had been too lax, that from now on, whether strapped in chairs or having gear put on, it would be extra tight as Tim’s was. He said this was why he wanted the most intensely bound guy at Dore to be brought to his home, to show everyone else there how it should be done.
He also said that Tim worked in his company, and would be commuting with him to work, that when Mr. Johnson was at work alone, Tim would be kept in tight bondage. He said that from now on, Tim would always be wearing, to work and at home, a butt plug in addition to the tit clamps and that cock ring with the internal spikes, as well as be in chastity. This came as news to Tim. Mr. Johnson asked if anybody had any comments.
A few of the guys said, “Welcome to your new home, Tim,” but otherwise no one had anything to say. Tim realized that he was the new guy, and he was going to be spending more time with Mr. Johnson than the others, which could produce some resentment in the others. Mr. Johnson told the rubber boy to unstrap the others from their chairs and put the hoods, gags and metal collars on them all, which the boy proceeded to do. Tim’s collar was quite tight, but he was surprised that one could be put on over the hood and straitjacket straps. Tim’s hood had eye holes to allow him to see, but, except for the rubber boy, the others had hoods which covered their eyes.
After Tim’s hood and wedge gag were put on, Mr. Johnson tested them and told the rubber boy that he hadn’t been listening, that he had to put muscle into pulling everything extra tight, not only this time but for all future times, not only after dinner, but while everyone was in one of the chairs, and he would be punished tonight for not doing as instructed. On hearing that, the rubber boy gasped, started shaking and quickly pulled Tim’s hood strings and strap tighter, and pulled his wedge gag tight enough to get it into that extra notch it had been put in that morning. Then Mr. Johnson checked the gags and hoods on the other boys, and told the rubber boy to tighten them, which he tightened as he had done Tim’s. There were a few moans when he did, but no other sounds. Tim wondered if this would produce further resentment against him by the others.
This done, Mr. Johnson padlocked the rubber boy’s hands behind his back and put a blindfold on him. He maneuvered everyone into a line an arm length behind each other, padlocked short chains from collar to collar, and said it was time for the nightly bondage fun and games. He started barking out military commands, starting with: “Atten-shun!” On hearing this, everyone got ramrod straight. Tim tried his best to do so, but never having had military training, he wasn’t doing a good job of it. After Mr. Johnson inspected each, noticing Tim’s inability, he then barked out, “Forward, march – your left, your left, your left, your right, your left”, issuing commands to maneuver them through the house to be in front of a locked door, at which point he said, “company, halt.” He unlocked the door, and started them marching through the door before halting them again, and going back to relock it. Then he continued marching them in.
After he halted them, he said, “Tim, this is where I keep my various devices. I’m a hard core sadist, and all of you boys are masochists. This is where we all have our fun, as well as where I keep the little cages which you are all locked into at night. Tim, I don’t know which devices you are turned on by, and which ones you are fearful of. I’ll enjoy finding that out over the coming months. And then I’ll be able to add those at work for our enjoyment, custom made just for you. You’ll find that I have a really nice assortment of devices. Each of my boys has his favorite, right boys?”
A mumble of grumbling assent came out, which started Mr. Johnson chuckling. “Ah, yes, we do have fun here. Or at least I do, as I so enjoy my boys’ reactions. I’m particularly looking forward to welcoming you here, Tim. I’m sure you’ll love the extreme bondage you’ll be in both here and at work. You’re going to be a great addition to our little group. You’re going to love it.”
As Tim looked around the room at all the various devices, he gasped and his eyes started getting big as he realized what was in store for him. Tim knew that he was a masochist, that he enjoyed having pain inflicted while in bondage, but this was way beyond anything he had imagined being put through. But he was also looking forward to experiencing many of them. As Tim was taking in the sight, Mr. Johnson said, “You will be experiencing all of these in the coming months. I hope you enjoyed your walk at Dore this year, because that was nothing like what you’ll soon be going through. You can watch the others have their fun here tonight from your cage.” All during this time, Tim’s hard-on was getting fully erect. Mr. Johnson noticed this, and got a smile.
Mr. Johnson pulled Tim over to a little cage. There were various ones of different sizes, and Mr. Johnson chose the one Tim was in front of. Tim couldn’t see how it would be possible for him to get into it, it was so small. Mr. Johnson first removed the key to Tim’s ankle cuffs from Tim’s pants, then opened and removed the cage front and pulled out the bottom shelf. He sat Tim down on the shelf, making sure his ass was at the back end. Then he pushed Tim’s upper body down to where his head lay on his knees and his legs were sticking out in front, and pushed the shelf back into the cage. Tim felt his head, arms and back resting against the top of the cage and his ass against the back, but he was in it, except for his legs below the knees which were sticking out the front. Mr. Johnson then removed a top covering on the cage, and brought Tim’s head up through it, pushing the two halves of the top covering into place and locking it around the metal collar on Tim’s neck. It was a tight fit. Tim couldn’t move his head, his tits were stretched to the max, and his gag was pushed further into his mouth.
Mr. Johnson removed a couple of round openings in the cage front, put Tim’s legs through them, and re-attached and locked the front covering to the cage. Tim’s knees were inside the cage resting against the front, and were too big for the opening, so he was effectively locked into the position he was in. Mr. Johnson then unlocked Tim’s ankle cuffs, removed his boots, re-cuffed one ankle, ratcheting it tighter, wrapped the connecting chain around Tim’s ankles several times, and relocked it on the other ankle after also ratcheting it tighter. The first time the chain didn’t quite reach, so he unwrapped the chain and carefully wrapped it as tightly as he could, this time just reaching the other ankle. He also padlocked that chain to a hook in the floor in front of the ankles. He had previously pulled Tim’s leash attached to the cock ring as far out as he could and tied it to the front of the cage so that it was pulled taut.
Before returning his attention to the other boys, Mr. Johnson said, “Normally you would be having your hands extend out the back of the cage and be cuffed outside, but since you’re already in the straitjacket, you’ll be spending the night like this. And normally you’d be in a hood which covers your eyes, but I want you to get a small taste of what you’ll soon be experiencing. I’ll be putting each of the boys into the ones they hate most. I do this every week or two. Take a good look now, because you won’t be able to see when you’ll be experiencing them. At least you’re not yet in chastity, so you’re free to cum tonight as you imagine being each of the boys.”
To Tim’s amazement, he was in the cage, and could see the rest of the dungeon. But he sure wasn’t comfortable. And this was how he would now be spending his nights, as well as having that hood and wedge gag strapped tightly on. He figured he wasn’t going to be getting much sleep. He wondered how much work he’d be getting done during the day, but figured that wasn’t where Mr. Johnson’s priorities lay. He wondered if Mr. Johnson would set things up so that he wouldn’t be able to get his work done, he’d get punished when he didn’t, and from his vantage point, he could see a lot of possibilities that this punishment could entail, particularly focused on the ones he didn’t like.
Tim could see some devices that he knew he would not enjoy being in. Earlier at dinner he couldn’t believe his good fortune in working for Mr. Johnson and living in his home. But as he watched from that cramped cage how Mr. Johnson tortured his seven boys, particularly the rubber boy, listening to their screams, which amazingly penetrated through their gags, he realized now that it was not necessarily going to be such good fortune for him, though Mr. Johnson said that he would enjoy it. Tim wondered how he would enjoy his life now. His penis did. He came three times that evening.
To be continued …