By Eckie

With all the dozing away and sleeping short periods only it was hard to determine any time we spent there, but at some point I started hearing more noises, more than just the noises you have in the woods from nature … some people might be awake by now – but still no one took any notice of us two sitting here all night.

It must have been another hour or so before finally someone came to us and started undoing out restraining. Piece by piece was removed so that after short time we were finally able to move again quite freely (as free as it is possible inside those layers I still was in) – still being that long tied in that position made us stiff and the body aching. We were helped up on our feet, struggling to find a firm stand though, but we were supported when lead towards the house and after some time I felt quite alright again – exhausted as all the other time of this weekend, but fine and – yet again horny, which caused my encased dick to hurt even more as it did already.

I was lead somewhere around that house, and reaching a table or bench was laid on it bent forward, arms tied to the far end corners, legs spread again and tied to the legs of the bench, some more straps securing my upper body tight before I heard my masters voice again – the first time one spoke to me since we were left there yesterday evening/night.

“Time for your cleaning and feeding, boy – so far you’ve done nicely, so I think I’ll let this weekend fade out smoothly for you” with that I felt tubes connected again to the plug, the catheter was opened so I could release myself there while my ass began being flushed once again. After about 30 minutes constant flushing I was untied, sat on the ground right next to the bench and got fed my breakfast – some nuts, some vitamins, power drinks – I was quite fine with whatever was fed, being rather starved this morning.

When the feeding time was over I was left sitting there, told to relax a while, but not dare to move away from my spot – hard to do, when I still wasn’t able to see anything at all in my layers. After another hour or so I was helped on my feet and lead around somewhere close, ordered to stay put standing there. Then I felt the outer layer being slowly cut off and removed – all the tape and clingfilm I spent the past day in was slowly and carefully taken off. I wondered how I looked like in – but also now getting out of it. I will not know, but can imagine it being quite horny looking and dirty for sure as well after the past days treatments. I even felt some air now around my body – still the double rubber on my body, but with the tape/film removed I could actually feel the breeze of cooler air which I enjoyed a lot now. Next the locked on rubber shorts were taken off and also he now unlocked the device that held my genitals in tight and painful imprisonment for so long already – I was sure I’d not even be able to cum so quickly with them being freed, they still need some time before I will able to stroke my dick without hurting it….

Next the zip of the outer rubbersuit was opened as well, the hood pulled off my head and the suit pulled off my body – being still in another rubber layer and hood I could not yet see anything, but with each piece removed it felt better and better to cooled down and get my body some fresh air again – and last but not least – all the sweat, piss, dirt inside could use a flushing off. The rest of the pieces on my body now went off one by one – the stockings, the gloves, the short and at last that hood-shirt I was wearing too – with that last item he ordered: “You know the deal – keep your eyes closed – don’t dare opening them without permission – there’s still plenty I can do with you to make you regret it deeply if you do so. I thought of many things he still could do but for sure wouldn’t want any of it, so kept my eyes closed as ordered – by now standing there naked, only left on my body were the catheter, the cockring and the plug. I was then hosed down with some not too cold water and cleaned thoroughly by at least two or three other people, all the time keeping my eyes closed, so not really knowing who they were. When they were finished cleaning my body and drying even my face off, some tape-pieces were applied over my eyes, making sure that now even if I wanted to I would not open them.

Then I was lead towards a stump near us, told to get on my fours with my upper body lying on it. It got just the right height so I could actually relax while lying on it. My wrists were fitted with some handcuffs, my ankles with some wrist cuffs. The hands were placed on the bottom of the stump in front of me and then they fixed them there by hammering some looped nails over the middle chain link into the stump – by the number of hits of the hammer it was probably some long loop-nail, I would not be able to pull that out alone. Another hook was nailed in the stump between my legs jut below my crotch area and also my ankle cuffs were somehow fixed in the ground – some tent hooks or similar over the chain link made sure they stayed put. Last they tied my dick and balls with some rope and fixed the ends of that rope around the hook in the stump there – I would once again not get away from where I was.

I then heard my master say: “I’ll let your body enjoy the fresh air for a while before getting you ready for the travel back – enjoy yourself, boy!” and with that I was left alone there. I could hear others talking, having fun, making jokes, but also hears moaning and all sorts of other noises, knowing that the others there will probably have fun with each other and their slaves. Even though I might have wished to be part of that enjoyments, still I also appreciated my body being relaxing in the fresh air after the past two days encased. Last but not least – my dick could get hard (which he did several times while I was left there) without hurting too much now, and being not even gagged my jaws recovered too from the treatment with gags…..

Another one or maybe even two hours later I felt the hooks/chains being undone again – obviously my ‘recreation time’ was over now … I was helped on my feet again and lead back to the house, inside stood in a corner and ordered to wait. Soon after my wrists – still in the restraints – were locked together and pulled upwards, fixed to a chain off the ceiling. Not too far stretched, I had a firm stand. I was told to lift one leg now and step into the shorts, the other leg followed and the shorts were pulled up – some quite thick rubber shorts again, fitting well, a hole on the front side to pull my dick and balls though, the small holes on the back again to fit the tubes of the plug again.

Next my legs were tied spread now too, making my cathetered dick and my balls free accessible. At first when being lead inside I thought the catheter and also the plug might be removed now, but … wrong thoughts … the device that tortured my dick the past tow days was applied back now – my dick and balls tightly encased by that stiff item, all straps brought back in place, tubes adjusted – everything locked again. My legs and also my arms were released now and once more I was asked to lift a leg and step into some shorts, followed by the second leg, and pulled up over the other short and the chastity device, but it was not just some shorts this time.

It was some short arm/leg surf suit-type rubber, my arms were put through the sleeves and my head bowed then to fit through the neck opening, there was a zip on the back, but not all the way to the neck, instead starting a little below, once all inside that suit the zip was pulled downwards now to close that suit tight, the zip was actually a two-way and the two parts were padlocked now at the height of the ass, surrounding the tubes for the plug and catheter . Still not finished another time I had to get into some shorts – this time the thick rubber shorts I was wearing the past two days already – some sort chastity shorts type, the front zip closed and looped with the belt, another padlock clicked and I was locked up well again – yet again I would not enjoy any fun down there anymore without the one holding all those keys and yet again – I enjoyed that encasement so much that the pain of my locked up dick was almost unbearable. “That’s how I like my boy to look like’ I hear my master now again. “Nicely packed and locked is how a boy should be at all times,” he added. “It is time to go back to our original place now, boy – so I’ll get you inside the bikesuit again now.” I was helped inside that bikesuit I was wearing at the first place when we came here, helped into the boots, mitts locked on again and a hood over my taped eyes locked in place again too. A gag added to ensure my silence and the helmet put on top – then I was lead out towards the bike, ordered to lay down, my hands locked on my back, the legs tied together and connected to my hands – well hogtied and left lying there. I could make out some dampened noises – so gathered the others were packing their stuff and slaves together too and getting ready for going back – a few bikes were then started and one by one left before I was untied again.

He helped me on the bike my hands this time tied in front of him so that I had something to hold on during the ride and we took off as well. It is a great feeling to be well locked up and on the back of a bike, not seeing anything, not knowing where we go, the trust I have to this man is huge in such a situation. And even though my dick continued hurting in his encasement I enjoyed the ride a lot. It was at least two hours ride – I am not sure where we went, directly back or having a roundtrip through the area, but finally we arrived back. My hands were untied and I was lead back into the original house. The helmet came off and I was brought into another room. I was then helped out of the bike boots and suit as well, before being strapped down to my very first encasement again, all the metal constructions were applied to me again and even the box itself then was put back together, when the lid was closed I heard the padlocks being applied again too – so I was back to where I started from, with the exception of still being locked in that torturing chastity device inside the rubbersuit and shorts.

For a while there were still pretty much noises around, other slaves probably still getting their last treatments, the masters having talks, drinks, even food maybe, but one by one seemed to leave as within time it got more and more silent until at some point there was no more noises around me at all. I could not know what time it was by now, but this weekend was about to be over, so I should be released by the host pretty soon now. Yet it was at least another hour of silence before I heard the padlock of the box being removed, the box itself dismantled and piece by piece of my metal restraints removed as well. I was stood up on my feet and finally the tape on my eyes was removed too – I kept my eyes closed even though not being ordered to, but wasn’t sure if that master was still requiring it or not, but then heard the host telling me to open my eyes now. I blinked with my eyes rather heavy and long, it took quite some time now to adjust to seeing again – but the room was darkened so it was ok to get adjusted slowly …. After a few minutes I finally had a clear sight again – and all I saw was the host of this event, no one else in the room. I asked if there was anyone else left, but he said that all have left by now and I was the last to be released.

I looked down on me and being still locked in the shorts/suit/chastity I had some questioning look towards him now.

He smiled and told me to come with him. We went over to the kitchen where he had lots to drink and some hot soup prepared for me, and told me to sit and have some drink and food. When I sat down I saw on the plate in front of me was now some letter – addressed as follows: “You can ask for the keys to your current imprisonment or you can open this letter – it is your choice. I looked at my host and he nodded towards me “Either you open this letter or I unlock you right now – you cannot have both and once you open this letter I will refuse to hand out the keys for sure, so make up your mind while having your food – I’ll do some tidying up in the play areas and will be back later.” With that he left me in the kitchen.

I put the letter on the side of the table and started getting some water and eating some soup – even though it was just soup it was great to actually eat something by myself after this weekend. I wasn’t sure what this meant, but then again – I was just too curious what was inside that letter, so finally I could not resist and opened it. It was from my weekend master, addressed to me:

“I thought you’d be too curious to leave this envelope closed and even take the risk not to get unlocked – but first of all let me ensure you that if you do not agree, your host will accept your demand of being unlocked.

Then again – I have enjoyed very much having you as my toy for this weekend. I knew when the bidding started who was waiting there as surprise, and I knew I will enjoy to get that bid. You or sure seem to have enjoyed this weekend as much as I did, that is why I decided here for this letter.

You haven’t seen me all weekend, but still you should know me – as I know you. We had some brief chats in the past on the net, and also I have sent you two emails with my offer to you to become my slave toy – but you seemed not interested as you haven’t replied to those emails at all. Yet this weekend somehow proofed that we are on the same wave in terms of slavery, so I think you would make just the right boy for me.

To give you some more info about me here: I am not living in your country, which is why I haven’t actually taken back home today, but instead chosen for this way of leaving you behind. we both have some common friends though, so I know quite a bit about you, also know some bits of your history – and believe me when I say that there is nothing preventing you from making an according decision at the end of this letter – but still I will accept any decision you make — no matter which — and don’t worry, even a ‘no’ will not harm, I won’t be angry if you reject.

I am looking for just a toy like you, enjoying the kink we had this weekend just as much as I do – but I would prefer a toy to own for good instead of just a weekend play. That was what I offered in my emails to you which you did not reply to as well.

I run my own business where I live, so involving this kinks into the daily life is not an issue at all – also your history would not prevent this from happening – everything can be arranged as needed to get this working (you know what I mean here for sure).

Life as my toy would NOT mean 24/7 tied/rubbered/used. instead it will be a living together with clear roles defined, with duties in the house, with duties in a job in my own business, with responsibilities that come with those duties and chores, but also with a life together in and out of the kink we share. you won’t be tied up for sure all the time, but you bet it will be a lot of times, you won’t be all layered all the time, but again – you bet it will be a lot of times – you then again for sure will be kept chastised almost permanent ….

The business I run allows me to have you work there as well dressed up as I wish – there is nobody to interfere with that, no matter what I will choose for you….

This is not just a temporary playtime I talk about here, this is a permanent future I talk about – and it only depends on you whether or not it will happen. As said in the beginning – there is nothing to prevent it from happening when you choose to accept – anything that needs to be arranged to get there is not a big deal here for me…

I have left you back dressed and locked as you are to give you the possibility to think about it, our host has at this moment the keys to get you out of all the ties, but also knows what to do if you accept the further procedure.

What I want you to do now is to think about if or not you like to give it some serious thought. While doing so I expect you to stay locked up just as you are. The shorts/suit you wear are easily to be hidden under your regular clothes, so that won’t be a problem for the next week of work. The chastity device is probably difficult to get used to – but then again it is nothing to worry about in terms of ‘keeping it’ on during that time. It won’t harm you, just remind you 24 hours a day of this weekend and this letter and offer. The catheter and the plug can stay locked in as well without harming you for a week without problems. The tubes are free accessible, you can release your piss any time you need, and you can flush your ass as needed yourself during that time. I have attached here a list of food/drinks you should use in case you accept to remain locked up like that. So you see there would not be any problem to remain locked up if you decide to go for it.

In case you decide to go for it our host will send me an email to inform me about it, but as well he will make sure that the keys for your encasement will be sent to you – arriving next Saturday – so you will for sure remain locked up an entire week as you are now.

If – only if – you decide to go for it, I will contact you by email again next Saturday then to receive an answer to the following question: Do you want to become my owned property, my owned toy, my owned boy?

In case you reject this offer, you may just unlock yourself and you may just keep that equipment for yourself. But if – and I think you really should think hard about this – you accept that offer, I will expect a return mail with that answer including your phone number – I will then call you that same day to talk further – talk at first to see how you are inside your locked imprisonment. If everything is still fine, I will expect you to ship those keys back to me, meaning that until you have moved to my place you will have to remain as you are … also meaning that this move won’t be too long, rather be in a very short possible time ….

As written before – no matter what your answer will be, it is ok to me – but I think we will both have a perfect match in case you decide to accept it. The decision is yours – now for the week to stay as you are, and next weekend for your entire future ….”

Having read this letter I saw my host coming back into the kitchen, saying: “I see you opened the letter … now what’s it going to be then?” So he knew probably what this letter was about, and looking at the smirk in his face just confirmed that.

Having read it just made me somewhat horny again – and of course caused the pain I felt most of the weekend inside that chastity device. I really DID enjoy that weekend a lot, and thinking about having much more of that – not just some times, but a lot of times – it made me sure think heavily about this offer. Also – at the moment we talk about just one week in my prison – will it be bearable? Will it be too much? Hard to say at this time – but then again – why not give it a try – if things aren’t as well as I think right now I can still reject his offer next weekend, but … if I still think it is the right thing next weekend…

I sure didn’t think about such ending when I came here at the first place, but the way things turned this weekend were just great – I haven’t enjoyed myself as much as this for a long time – so all the topping in the past didn’t give me as much satisfaction and happiness as such weekend like I just lived…

What the hell, I thought and replied to my host: “I think I take that week as I am now and think about it” having a big smile on my face while saying so. He smiled back and said that he thought I would say that and wished me the best for my decision-making week. He’ll make sure the keys will arrive at my place next Saturday and hopes to hear what the coming out of this matter is. He turned and left the kitchen again, leaving me there thinking again about what I just said – a week locked up as I am … feeling again the pain in my imprisoned dick … but still having a big smile on my face.

He returned shortly after carrying the bikesuit and boots I was wearing this weekend. “Here’s the suit and boots he left for you in case you decide to go for it. Put them on and take your other items here – I will send your original own clothes together with the keys.” He put my keys and wallet on the table and handed me the suit and boots – I looked at them, knowing what times I spent in them during the weekend – getting hard more and more by those thoughts, but the pain in my dick forcing me to get back to other thoughts to prevent that ongoing torture. Then I put that bike suit on, zipping it shut, put on the heavy boots and standing there in the kitchen, looking down at myself and being horny as ever … feeling well to be sort of forced to go home like that now … knowing as well that anything underneath this bikesuit will have to remain on for an entire week now…

My host went with me now to the door and wished me the best for the coming week – yet again having a big smile on his face … he sure enjoyed this situation as well a lot.

During the trip home I had sure again lots troubles with getting way too horny so many times being aware of my current lockups, but as well thinking about the offer I was made.

Arrived home finally I was getting aware of how exhausted I actually was form that weekend, so decided to go to bed rather quick now, getting somewhat restored to the next days work, but still I decided not to take off anything at all and leave even boots/bikesuit on when laying down on the bed. It didn’t take long until I fell a sleep now, but I woke up several times during the night … mainly from the pain I felt when getting a hardon again and again…

It was early next morning when I woke up again and decided to get up already and get myself sorted for the day … I took off the bikesuit and boots, but of course nothing else more could come off. I went to the shower and refreshed myself, making sure that I flushed also inside that surf suit I was wearing, If I’d do that every morning I would not get in trouble wearing that surf suit all week – more thinking about the possible smell coming form it and people at work might find out if I would not do that…

I also tried for the first time to relieve my bladder by opening that catheter… it wasn’t a problem at all, quite easy to do, so that would not be any trouble either for the week, but then was the plug – still in my butt – I sure felt it all the time, though I was surprised that it didn’t cause any troubles so far, but that was probably because I was flushed my ass all the time so far. SO I would have to get that done by myself now too for this week…. I tried figuring out which tube is which and connected my hose in the shower to it, filling myself slowly until I thought I’d have to release myself … it was a strange procedure to do to myself, but then again not as much of a problem as I thought at first … I repeated this a few times to be sure all is clean before I got out of the shower and made sure I dried everything on me well, not to drip anywhere during day…

As I was I then went to the kitchen for breakfast… but then I now had to think about what to do there – coffee as usual, that sure isn’t a problem … but for food … I went back to check the letter for his advise what to eat and drink … I will have to get some stuff at the drugstore and grocery today, I don’t have any of it at home so far … but for today I will sure do fine with coffee and soup…

But this time it was late already and I had to get out to work, so I went to my sleeping room again to get dressed – I took out my usual working clothes and after being dressed checked in the mirror – I wasn’t sure if people would see what I was wearing underneath, but there was nothing to see so far, so I guess he is right that there is no problem hiding it for this week…. With that seen I went off to work.

The week was quite smoothly going – apart form the constant horny feeling I was with the encasement I was locked in, some thoughts here and there when I thought I would have seen a strange look at me form colleagues – but then again ensuring myself from the fact that no one knows what is underneath, no one knows what goes on in my mind all the time … and surprisingly I got myself somewhat under control as for the hardons I got so many times at the begin – that imprisonment, that pain it caused made me concentrate more on it, made me think and find ways to prevent my dick from getting hard too often …

I also looked forward to that Saturday – to that promised email … will I … will I not …

The Saturday finally arrived … and already in the morning I decided to get into that bikesuit and boots again, completing the outfit I was given last week, the outfit I spent some good times in last weekend. All day long I was constantly checking my email – waiting for that one to arrive – yet not really being sure what my answer will be…

Late afternoon finally – an email arrived with the subject “time to decide”. It was a rather short mail: “The week is over and here as I promised last weekend in the letter – is your answer a yes or a no – that is all I need to know – let me know within the hour.”

I read the mail about 50 times… there was nothing that I would not have understood, but even though I had thought so much about all this during the week, right now was the moment I had to get my thoughts straight and make my decision. That moment the doorbell rang and I was kind of welcoming that disturbance at that moment. I opened the door and had the postman there – delivering a small parcel to me – sender was the host of last weekend’s auction.

I knew what was inside, so didn’t bother opening it right away, instead went back to the computer, reading that mail once again … I must have been staring at that screen for almost 30 minutes before I found out I had made my decision already long time ago – the day I accepted to remain locked up was actually the day I knew it is the right thing to do, but only now I was aware of it … and that is what I am going to answer…

I pressed the ‘reply’ button and added just a short note to that mail: ‘YES please, Sir! I am doing fine in my encasement and will ship the keys as soon as you give me the shipping address today, Sir!’ and added my phone number to it. I read it three more times before pressing the ‘send’ button – knowing that this mail will change my future – but will change it to the better – I will finally reach the destination I was looking for so long, even if I wasn’t fully aware of that destination earlier – but last weekend and this week have made me aware that it is just what I want – just what I need for my future.

It took only about 20 minutes before the phone rang – and I knew it was him – him taking over me and my life…

The End

Metal would like to thank Eckie for allowing this story to be shared here. You an read MUCH more like this at Eckie’s famous website, located here.