By Timxen

The guy who works part-time at your gym and uses it as one of the places He scouts for targets. He noticed the way you looked at certain guys in the gym, the alpha types, how you would watch them just a little longer when you thought nobody would notice, the hint of desire you had. He organised the roster so He could train you for a few sessions now and then, and He took note of how readily you fell into obedience when He asserted Himself. One time He called you a good boy, and He saw the quick flicker of surprise and pleasure before you regained control of your expression. He accessed the gym’s customer database to find out more about you – not that you knew that at the time.

You bumped into Him a couple of times outside the gym too, at one of the local gay clubs, at a shopping mall. He would say hi and be friendly enough but He wouldn’t stay for a chat. You kind of wished He would. He was sexy, and maybe He’d call you a good boy again somewhere more private. One time you thought you saw Him for just a moment right near your apartment building, but then He’d turned the corner and was gone. You might have imagined it.

***

The guy who deliberately flirted with you at the gym. When you finally got the courage to ask Him out on a date, you couldn’t believe He said yes. He seemed so out of your league. Sure, you weren’t ugly or anything, and you looked after yourself okay, but this guy was SO hot, and young and cute, you found it hard to believe it wasn’t just your imagination that He was interested. But He was.

He picked when and where the date was, He seemed to have a pretty busy schedule and so it was easier that way. You were a bit nervous and shy to begin with, but the date went really well. The food was good, a little bit of drink loosened you up, and He was so attentive in conversation. He was really, really interested in you. When He pulled you into an alley to start making out more privately, you were so overwhelmed and excited that you couldn’t think about anything else.

***

The guy who grabbed you from behind in the alley and had you cuffed before you could register what was happening. He gripped you like iron. When you pulled out of the kiss in surprise, your date put His hand over your mouth, and within seconds the guy behind you produced a roll of black tape and wrapped it around your face. You think He was also the one who put shackles around your ankles, though you can’t be sure of that.

You know He likes that sort of gear. Leather and chains seem to be His favourites. Since you got taken to The Compound, He’s regularly put different bondage gear on you. You think He makes some of it Himself. You’re His guinea pig, no, more like… His clothes dummy, but for bondage. An object that’s the right size and shape to see what works, what it takes to make you immobile. His expression doesn’t change much, but He seems to get off on making you as helpless as possible. One of his favourites is to strap you into a heavy leather straitjacket, lock boots on your feet and put your ankles in rigid irons. He takes a chain that’s bolted to the floor and locks it around your neck. The variation is whether He locks a full leather hood on you first, or just a muzzle. If it’s the latter, you can see the look of cool satisfaction on His face as you try to squirm on the floor and He strokes himself a little.

***

The other guy who was in the alley. You only got a brief look at Him then, before the leather bag hood in His hands went over your head and was pulled tight around your neck. After the ankle shackles went on, He picked you up like a sack of potatoes and put you in the back of the van. He drove the van while His friend secured you further. In The Compound He acts as the main guard. You know there’s no way you could take Him even in a fair fight, and the fight wouldn’t be fair, not with the chains, the cuffs, the spreader bar, whatever would be limiting your movement. You estimate He must be at least 6 foot 2 and He’s built like a fucking mountain.

You’re not certain whether He’s into the bondage and kink gear, you think He gets off more on intimidating people with His sheer physical presence. The one time He fucked you, though, was when He’d been drinking a bit and His gearhead mate had locked a myriad leather straps around you so that you were completely trussed up. He doesn’t seem to own a lot of shirts, and you doubt that any of them have sleeves.

***

The guy who’s in charge of your physical fitness in The Compound. This is His dream job as a personal trainer. Everywhere else, He had to deal with clients who cancel sessions whenever they’re busy or want to do something more fun, or who keep having fucking cheat meals. But you’re always here, and He can make you exercise for hours if He wants, and He also gets total control of your food intake. Plus He can use techniques on you that He couldn’t try anywhere else, like restricting your breathing with a gas mask or tying your balls to equipment so that you keep the correct form.
He’s enjoyed figuring out the combination of rewards and punishments that incentivises you best.

You have to admit, He’s probably got you in the best shape of your life. Not that it helps, your new muscles make no difference to the gear you’re trapped in, and if He needs you out of all the bondage to do certain exercises the shock collar always goes on first. He has a control and so does the guard. Sometimes His friend, the guy who works at your gym, comes over and the two of Them work you until you’re completely exhausted, and then They use you in other ways.

***

The guy who’s in charge of your sexual training. He uses plugs, dildos at both ends, ball play, nipple play, lots of licking and sucking. With restraints and blindfolds and gags and hoods to always remind you of your place. This is about you giving pleasure, whether or not you receive any. He has a wicked little smile that makes you all gooey, and He’s manipulating you with it, making you love Him when He’s torturing you. Even though deep down you still know it’s crazy, you want to please Him so badly. He has the keys to your chastity cage, but He’s not using the prospect of cumming as a reward. The few times He’s unlocked you, while you were strapped down so tight you couldn’t even catch a glimpse of your cock, He played with it until you couldn’t take any more. The last time, He kept going until you were pleading with Him to lock you back up. Straight after He locked you as requested, He gave you His warmest smile, called you a good boy over and over, and gave you what felt like the best kisses of your entire life.

He thinks you’ve got real potential as a pup. He wasn’t sure whether leather or rubber was going to be better so He was pleased you responded well to both. One night He made you a full coverage rubber pup, and left you to sleep that way in a cage. The next morning He woke you and kept you as a pup all day, playing with you, smiling, calling you a good boy, cuddling your bound body on the lounge while He watched a movie. He only fed you liquids through a straw so the hood didn’t come off. It was late in the evening when He pulled out the last and biggest tail plug and fucked you hard. He put a slightly smaller tail in and then put you to bed in the cage again. It wasn’t until the next morning that He finally got you out of that gear, maybe because it was time for a session with the physical trainer after breakfast. You’ve been frequently locked in fist mitts since then.

***

The guy who takes care of the business side of things and the accounts. He’s got lots of other legitimate ventures that are much bigger and more profitable, but running The Compound gives Him a special pleasure. It really isn’t about the money, otherwise He might risk increasing the levels of stock or increasing the rate of turnover. Instead, He prefers focusing on a high quality product, which can take many months of development for each unit. The client base knows that and appreciates the excellent results. Though perhaps more than anything He prides Himself on the incredibly high job satisfaction of the staff.

In truth You don’t even know this much about Him, but you do know that He’s the smartly dressed one you sometimes glimpse who looks like He’s in charge, and you now also know that the guy you went on a date with is actually His boyfriend.

***

The corrupt cop who saw to it that your disappearance remains unsolved. He told you so. He told you how he covered up what little evidence there was about exactly where you disappeared from, and planted a couple of false leads in other parts of the city to confuse the investigation. He told you how, after a few months with no real progress, your case was made low priority.

He had to speak slowly and clearly because of the heavy duty leather hood you were locked in with just a grommet hole for breathing, but He told you all this while He was on top of you, speaking low and aggressive into your ear. He also told you that He’s fuck buddies with your physical trainer. But in the end, telling you that nobody was looking for you anymore, and listening to your faint moans through the hood and knowing that He had broken your last shred of resistance, that’s what made Him rock hard.

***

The couple who have expressed interest in purchasing a pet, slash domestic slave, slash sex toy. They haven’t completely decided what the emphasis will be but there’s plenty of time for that. The main thing is that, after being screened and having a chance to look at the catalogue, They are pretty sure that you’re the one. They’ve been getting reports on your progress (you just keep getting sexier with all that exercise and training!) and They’re getting ready for your arrival. There’s a cage in the corner of the bedroom for you to sleep in (or just so they can have you watch Them fuck), and They’ve bought a nice set of locking leather restraints for any housework (including a muzzle, obviously). They have a neoprene sleepsack already, but They’ve decided to hold off investing in a leather one until the purchase is confirmed and They can get it made to measure, a custom fit.

They’re really excited that They finally get to meet you soon, and if it goes well that will be when everything will be finalised. They’ve been told it could be another month before you’re ready for your new home, but They’re picturing the day the van arrives with your crate. They just know it will have been worth what it took to complete Their household.

The End

Metal would like to thank the author, Timxen, for this story and for the images!