By Mister-X / Spartan

Tim was riding in the van for at least a half hour.  When the van finally arrived at its destination, the driver spoke into a speaker mounted at a gate, there was a pause for the gate to open, and the van continued its drive for a short distance further.  When they stopped, the three guys opened the back of the van, released Tim from the van, and helped him out.

They walked him up to a door of the mansion they’d arrived at and rang the bell.  Another man answered, and held the door open for them to enter.  This other man was dressed all in rubber including an attached hood with eye and nose holes and obviously a built-in gag, with metal collar and leather cuffs on wrists and ankles.  He led the other four men down a hallway and into another room.  Another man dressed in a suit was standing there waiting for them.  He was older, bigger, and was obviously the home owner and a dom.

After bringing Tim in and leaving him standing, the four other men all knelt down facing the dom with their hands behind their backs, heads down.  The man said, “So this is the most tightly bound guy you could find at Dore.  I’ll have a look at him.”

The dom walked up to Tim and started looking at him, testing the straps to see how much slack there was, taking a good look at the cock ring, pulling it, noticing Tim’s wince, unsnapping the front of the straitjacket and noticing the tits pulled up with the connecting chain shortened before snapping the covering back, and looking at the back of the wedge gag to see how tight it was.  He finally stepped back and said, “You’ve chosen well.  You will be suitably rewarded this coming weekend.  But first go to your quarters after I’ve cuffed you and be further secured.  I want to inspect this guy.”

He went over to a nearby table, got handcuffs, and put those on the three guys’ hands behind their back.  The guy in rubber was not cuffed.  After that all four got up and left the room.

The dom first removed Tim’s wedge gag.  As soon as this was out Tim demanded, “Who are you and what has happened to Greg?”

The dom said nothing but started removing Tim’s hood.  When this was done and the two could see each other, they both gasped and got a look of shock.  The dom was the first to recover, and said, “Tim?”

Tim thought, (“Oh shit.  It’s the owner of the company I work for.  I’ve had it now.”)  Somewhat embarrassed, he replied, “Uh, hello, Mr. Johnson.”

“I didn’t know you were into this.”

“I was afraid that if you found out I would lose my job.”

“On the contrary, finding this out makes me want to keep you more than ever.  You can move in here with my other boys, we can commute to work together, and I can keep you always in some form of bondage.   At least, I assume you would like that.”

“Very much so, sir.  It sounds great!”

“That also solves the problem I was going to have about the person that my boys picked up.  I got you to be an example to them of what bondage should be like, namely, very tight.  You’ll be the first of my boys that will be working for me.  And I must say, from appearances, you are certainly going to be well suited here.  Was this your idea or was it, uh, Gary’s?”

“His name is Greg, but it was my idea.  The attire was completely my idea, and since I like things extra-tight, I kept after him this morning to make it tighter.  But speaking of Greg, what has happened to him?  If he’s all right, then I need to let him know that I’m all right.  He’ll be worried.”

“Nothing was done to Greg.  Use my phone to contact him.  I’ll dial the number for you and hold it up so you can talk.”

This accomplished, Greg being contacted and being very, very relieved to find out that Tim was okay, though disappointed to hear that he would no longer be seeing him again, since Tim had found a new home and new play partners.  That left the chore of moving Tim’s things into Mr. Johnson’s home.  Mr. Johnson kept Tim in the straitjacket and pants, and had his three boys drive their van to Tim’s apartment to gather up his belongings and bring them.  Tim told them the key to his apartment was in his pants.  Tim was kept in the back of the van.  On the drive, Tim was thinking about how this was turning out, that he didn’t have to be nervous about the hard-ass company owner at work finding out about his fetish, that he could openly show his face while bound without fear of retribution.  But he was starting to get uncomfortable from having been in the tight straitjacket.   He figured he would officially vacate his apartment the next work day.

When they returned to Mr. Johnson’s home, the three boys took Tim’s belongings to the room which Mr. Johnson had assigned to him.  It was a small room with chair with a high back with straps attached, small chest of drawers and closet, but no bed or bathroom.  Tim was strapped into the chair while the three boys set about unpacking Tim’s belongings and putting them into the room.  Tim wondered where he would be sleeping at night.  He also needed to visit the bathroom, and mentioned that.  One of the boys took him to a communal bathroom and held a bottle next to his penis for him to piss into.  His hard-on had eased somewhat with the tasks of moving, but it was still difficult, and painful, to piss with the tight spiked cock-ring still on.

That part accomplished, the boys and Tim went in to eat dinner.  Tim was still as he had been at Dore, but without the hood and wedge gag.  He was pulled by the chain attached to his cock ring, and strapped to a chair at a large dining table.  Six others were also sitting down for dinner, in addition to Mr. Johnson.  The six all had their hands bound behind their backs and were also strapped to their high-backed chairs at ankles, legs, stomach and neck.  Tim couldn’t believe his good fortune.  He was now living in the home of the guy whose company he worked at, eating dinner with him, and enjoying the bondage he was kept in.  What could be better?  Little did he realize what he was in for.  Tim was to find out what a hard-ass his boss was.

 

To be continued …