By Mister-X/Spartan

Day 6.

After the usual warming, exercises, food and shower the next morning, Master Leach again locked me into the chains. It took some time, as it did the first time, until I was finally tightly standing while in chains. Master Leach said that he would be going over to the proprietor’s place to pick up his slave, and he needed to lock me into the cell for the rest of the day and night. So I would be again tightly chained, initially in the prisoner transport chair, then in that cell of his down below. I had hoped to be able to have a day to rest and recuperate, but I certainly wouldn’t be getting that while tightly chained in that cell. My cock started getting hard at the thought.

After all that time getting me chained up, initially locked to the prisoner transport chair and then locked into the cell, master finally pulled my collar back and forced the thin bar through my collar. With the extra leather around my neck from the proprietor’s hood and the huge stiff penis in my mouth, this was a lot harder to deal with. Initially I could barely get any air through the tiny pinholes. Master could see that I was having difficulty, and stayed to make sure that I would be all right. Eventually I was able to get somewhat settled down. The problem is that with that difficulty my cock immediately erupted. I had that extra pain to deal with.

After master left, I realized that this was much worse than the last day and night I’d spent in that cell. I was going to have to force myself to accept it by focusing on taking one breath at a time. It was only when I thought about the position I was in that I would start to panic and my cock would start to get hard. That stiff hood and gag didn’t help matters.

I continued standing in that cell. What else could I do? I would have to endure this as best I could. It was yet another challenge, one that was even greater than the last two had been. Then I heard sounds. Master Leach was back, and probably was bringing the proprietor’s slave into his home. I heard the sound of chains being attached to a cart up above. I realized that the master had removed the cart that he had transported me in when bringing me to this cell. I wondered if the proprietor’s slave would be joining me down here. I never did see this place to know if there were other cells.

After a while I heard the sound of the cart coming down the hill. Then the door was opened. Apparently the proprietor’s slave had sight, because I heard a gasp when the light was turned on. Then I heard the master’s voice. “You won’t be having to deal with anything like that. You wouldn’t be able to withstand that much at this stage of your life. Plus I don’t think you would like anything that intense. Only a special kind of guy would like that. It’s why I haven’t put you in the set of chains that I put him in. No, I plan to put you into one of my boxes, much like you were in at the proprietor’s dungeon.”

It was nice to hear the master call me a ‘special kind of guy’. I appreciated that. But I didn’t realize that there were more devices here in this room, including some of those boxes. I wondered how long the proprietor’s slave would be kept in his box. I was hearing the sounds of locks being opened as the slave was being removed from the prisoner transport chair. After that I heard him being escorted into the box.

I next heard a lot of locks being secured. There were probably a lot of attachment points inside the box. It would be in keeping with the master’s way of doing things. Finally I heard the top being closed and locked, and the side being closed and locked. The slave had to be well secured to that box. The next sound I heard was of the master getting on top of the box. I heard him unzip his pants, and I heard the sound of a gag being removed. The slave made a few unintelligible utterances, so he must still have a ring gag in place.

Next I heard the sounds of the master working his cock into the slave’s mouth. I wondered how well the slave would be at licking and sucking. It didn’t sound like he was that good at it, since the master was calmly working with the slave, instructing him on how to do the cock-sucking properly. Finally I heard the inevitable shout from the master as he erupted. After that I heard him tell the slave to lick and suck his cock, but again as I was hearing the master’s instructions, it didn’t sound like he was very good at it. Finally I heard the sound of a gag being put back, the master zipping his pants back up and getting off the box, and leaving the room, closing and locking the door behind him after he turned off the light.

We were the only two left in the room, that slave and me. We couldn’t communicate, but I’m sure he was thinking about what he’d seen of me and what I must be going through. It felt good to be the source of someone else’s admiration. I then heard the sound of the master going into the kitchen above. It must be meal time again.

The two of us didn’t see the master again that day. I was kept in that cell overnight as the master had told me I would be. Again, I didn’t get any sleep while I was in there. It was too stressful of a position to trust falling asleep, as I was still concentrating on getting one breath at a time.

 

Day 7.

 

The master came down the next morning. He brought the prisoner transport chair with him. I was the first one he removed. It was the same long routine of unlocking everything, moving me into the chair where he locked everything back again, moving me upstairs where he unlocked everything again, and let me out to start the usual morning routine. While I was on my stomach eating, my hands cuffed in those rigid cuffs behind my back, I heard him walk back downstairs again. Since the chair remained upstairs I figured the master had other things in mind than to release the slave. I figured he would be fed directly while in the box, rather than while on the floor like I had to do.

I knew to remain where I was after I’d finished eating until he returned. When he finally entered he started getting me ready for the shower. I’d already been warmed up and had my exercises. I wondered what was next on the agenda after I took my shower.

After I was dried off, master surprised me. He took off my hood, gag and collar, and started talking to me. He asked “did you enjoy your stay here with me so far?”

“Yes, sir, I did.”

“I enjoyed having you. Would you be interested in making the arrangement more permanent?”

“I would, sir, but I’d like to know what you have in mind.”

“I would like to make you my bondage boy, available when you’re not working, for me to have fun with. I’d also like to start making decisions for you in your life.”

“I understand. Yes, I would like that, sir.”

“Good. In that case, I will need to collar you to indicate that you belong to me. Since you work at a white collar job, your shirts and ties will cover the collar. You make the decision for the clothes you wear to work, but I make the decision for the ones you wear when you are not at work. And you will need to move in with me. Is that agreeable?”

“Very much so, master.”

“Good. The first item to be taken care of is the collar. I have some spares here. I’ll get one that is in your neck size.” He left the room and came back with a metal collar that was about an inch high all around. He put it around my neck and pushed one end into the other to close it. I heard it ratchet shut. He tested it and pushed it again, ratchetting it another notch tighter. I found it to be very tight, pushing into the base of my neck. It was what I would expect from him.

He told me where he lived, and told me to get dressed in my leathers to return home to pack. I was surprised at how quickly this was moving. The butt plug was still in place, my cock was still in the spiked sheath, my nipples were still clamped, but otherwise I was free to get dressed. I soon had my leathers, boots and helmet on, and was on my way back home. But it was only to move to another home in the same city.

On the drive back on my bike I started thinking about the week at the cabin and how my life had changed. I loved the physical bondage challenges I had been put through, and looked forward to having more ahead of me. I knew that Master Leach would provide them.

Later that night, after I’d gotten everything packed, I called him and found that he’d arrived home after delivering the proprietor’s slave, hood and gag back to him. I moved all my belongings to his home, using my pickup, leaving my bike behind until we could pick it up. He explained the protocol he would expect from me when I would arrive to his home from now on, dropping to my knees, bowing down, gagging myself with the gag he would leave at the door, putting the hood on that he would leave at the door, and having my hands cuffed behind me in the rigid cuffs he would leave at the door.

That night I was back in another version of the chains, only this time with the addition of a chain harness around my chest. This was also locked to the chains at the sides, and pulled as tight as he could get it. I was, of course, gagged with his soft leather hood on my head. He had me stretched out on his bed alongside him. The chains at my shoulders were attached by chains to the headboard, and the chains at the ankles were attached by chains to the bottom of the bed. He had me lay face down for my ass to be available to him when he would want it. That night he did want it, detaching the butt plug from the chains and pulling it out, putting it back in place after erupting.

 

Days 8 and 9.

 

The next day, Saturday, was spent arranging everything in my room and seeing how his house was set up, him showing me the chores he expected me to do. I was put through the usual routine that I’d been through that first morning at the cabin. He laid out my leathers for me to wear during the day. He had a smaller dungeon available, but the main one was at the cabin. That night I was in bed again as the previous night. I figured that this is how I would be spending every night at his home.

After the usual morning routine and back in my leathers again, the next day was spent trying out the various devices in his dungeon. Nothing was as intense as that cell up at his cabin. He could see my disappointment at what he had available at his home. He assured me that now that he had someone who craved extreme bondage, he would start acquiring devices that would satisfy me.

 

Days 10 to 13.

 

At work the black shirts, ties and pants I normally wear, in addition to the suit coat, covered everything underneath with one exception. A couple of my co-workers noticed the bulge at the front of my tight pants. They also found out that I’d moved. Without realizing that they’d noticed the bulge, I told them that I had moved in with another guy, that we were sharing the cost of the house. They put two and two together and understood what was causing the bulge. I knew the rumor mill was going to start, but I didn’t care. I was happier than I’d ever been. I’d found my life’s partner.

During the week we visited the local bondage club. The club’s rumor mill started when they found out from my change of address that I was now living with Master Leach. And the guy I had to give my new address to was the one who had blurted out my name up at that place in the valley. Master Leach gave him a piece of his mind for giving out my name.

 

Day 14.

 

The following Friday night, after work I was ordered to change into my leathers to ride to the cabin for the weekend. I also was gagged under the helmet, and had another metal collar on above the one that would now always be around the base of my neck, one that was just as tight, pressing into my neck and Adam’s apple, and went up under my chin after I’d lifted my head as high as I could get it. It was also ratchetted closed, but unlike the one at the base of my neck, there was a hole for a key to fit in to remove it. Swallowing was difficult, and breathing was a little restricted. Master had me add a leather neck corset over the metal collars to hide them from view. I also had my cock in that spiked sheath in the chastity device and butt plug in place, nipples clamped, and was also wearing the chain harness, the usual items I now always wore. I wondered how riding over bumps while sitting on that butt plug would feel. I figured I’d have to move forward when riding. And I hoped we wouldn’t be stopped by the police while I had these items on. But the thought of this possibility excited my cock.

Master rode his motorcycle. Soon we were both sitting at that last light as we’d been two weeks earlier. I looked over at him, and he looked over at me. He gunned his engine and I gunned mine. When the light changed, we both took off. But this time I didn’t go full out, but kept close behind him. I figured since he was my master I’d better let him win. I wanted to be in that cell for the weekend, and he knew it, so I didn’t want to give him a reason to disappoint me. And I hoped he would take off that chastity device when I was in the cell. It hadn’t been removed all week. I wasn’t into pain, but the pain from the spiked sheath when I erupted was one pain I was looking forward to getting.

 

The End