By Mister-X/Spartan

Day 4.

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. This would be the day I would go to the proprietor’s place to be put into his cell, whatever it was. Master had told me before that someone would be by with his van to pick me up while in the prisoner transport chair, and I figured it would be the proprietor who would do this. With that nice day away to drive around the country, I’d forgotten what it felt like to be tightly chained.

Finished being put into the chains meant next being put into the transport chair. I could hear master leave the room and come back pushing the chair. I was soon back down sitting deeply in the seat while he locked the chains up each side, again with about 12 locks on each side. Again, it took time, but again I was finally attached to that chair. I couldn’t move. My cock was trying to get erect, both from the tight feel of the chains on my body and in anticipation of what lay ahead, so I had more pain to deal with from my cock in that spiked cock sheath tightly confined in the metal cylinder.

Master said that it had started snowing outside, so the proprietor was likely late. We waited and waited. I was starting to get disappointed, until I finally heard the sound of a van driving up. Master Leach went outside, and soon the two of them were back inside. After the blanket was put over me, I was pushed out the door in that chair. There was a ramp set up in the back of the van and I was pushed up that into the van. The chair was soon locked to the sides of the van. I could feel some snowflakes land on the outside of the pinholes at my nostrils as I was taken into the van, so it was still snowing.

The proprietor thanked Master Leach for the loan of me, and he got inside and started backing out. That was when I realized that Master Leach was not coming with me. I was now in the hands of someone I’d only briefly met. With my desire to try something new, no matter what the end result of it would be, I started looking forward to it with both anticipation and trepidation. This experience sounded like it would be a challenge, something I would enjoy, and I again wondered what I was in store for. I didn’t want to spoil it by expecting it to be more than it would be. With all the time I was tightly confined in the chains parts of my body were protesting, but my mind was ignoring that and focusing my imagination on what might lie ahead for me.

The drive to the proprietor’s place took some time, as he drove slowly in the snow. I wondered about the road conditions, since we had gone over a couple of passes the previous day. I started thinking about being in an accident, however minor, and having the police wonder why I was in chains in a prisoner transport chair with no identification. But he made it okay finally, as he pulled into his driveway. He first pushed a button to open a door, and then he drove the van inside. I wondered how extensive his layout would be.

I heard the ramp being set up again, and soon I felt myself being wheeled down out of the van. I was then left while he put the ramp back, before being wheeled into the room. The first thing he did was to remove my hood so I could see. After my eyes adjusted to the light, I looked around. I couldn’t believe this place was so big.

“You know where my café is, since you drove your cycle there. I live above the café, and have this barn in the back. That’s what you’re now in. I made this my dungeon. You’re more than welcome to come here any time you want, though I’m only available for play on Tuesdays. I’ll wheel you around so you can see everything that I have.”

I was surprised at all the devices he had. There were all the usual ones, including a fully stocked gear board. But there were others as well. There was a series of coffins, a rack, several different types of fuck benches, several different kinds of stocks, and much more. I was amazed at how much he had here. I heard a muffled sound, and looked over at a box which had a hooded head sticking out of it. My cock stirred at that sight, as it did at many of the others as I thought of myself being in them. I wondered what the cell would be like that I would be in.

After showing me around, he said “before showing you where you will be kept for the day and night, I’m going to make some changes to your gear. Leach said that you like things hard and tight. As a result, you probably don’t like that soft leather gag and hood. I’ve got something to replace those with that you’ll like better.

After the usual admonishment not to speak, he unstrapped and removed my penis gag. He left and returned with a gag that had a huge long penis. As I stared at that thing he said “I had this made specially out of stiff leather like is used in making belts. It has lots of holes for the buckle to go through in the back so it can be closed as tight as possible.”

He started putting that stiff leather penis in my mouth. Just like master Leach’s cock, it went past my epiglottis and down my throat. I had to concentrate not to gag when he put that in. When it was in I started feeling just how stiff that thing was, particularly around the outside of my mouth. He pulled it tightly closed before buckling it shut. That thing was going to be quite a mouthful to deal with. My eyes must have opened wide, because he said “I see you like it. Good. Most guys don’t. Now for the hood.”

He left and was back with something that looked scary. I saw that it only had those two little pinholes at the nostrils, but it went way down the neck. “I also had this made of the same kind of treated leather that they use for making belts. It also has lots of small holes in the back. I use a zip-tie to close it. But to get it on I’ll have to remove your metal collar. Leach gave me the key to it. After it’s on I should be able to put the collar back on over it.” I just kept staring at that thing.

I felt my collar being removed. The proprietor then started fitting the hood over my head. The feeling I had before from that soft leather hood was nothing like it was with this one. It was pressing in tightly everywhere over my head. And when he started fitting the zip-tie through the holes at the back of my neck and pulling them tight, I was starting to choke again. The holes were just a short distance above each other, which allowed the neck part of the hood to be pulled as tight as possible over every part of my neck. As I started making noises into my gag, some of which actually came out, he said “bend your head down and it will take pressure off as I’m tightening it.” I did as he said, and he was right, I started being able to breathe easier. But all that did was allow him to tighten it more. I wondered what it would be like when I lifted my head back up.

When he finally finished he put the metal collar back on over it. He was right, it was able to be closed and locked. After this was done he said “you can lift your head back up now. Leach said you were turned on by breath control, and he likes to choke guys in his cell, so I figured I’d do that this way. I hope you like it.” I was choking from this just as I was while in Master Leach’s cell. My cock was trying to get hard, and I was having pain again. The proprietor looked at that and said “good. I see you like it. I’ll leave you here to get adjusted while I go fix myself some lunch.”

I still hadn’t gotten to experience his cell yet, but already I was getting excited by the restraints I was in. I figured that if this was a sample of what lay ahead, I would have trouble dealing with it. I hadn’t yet experienced anything that was too much for me, though Master Leach’s cell came close, and I wondered whether this would be the first.

The proprietor was gone for a long lunch. When he came back he said “it will take some time to get you properly locked into that cell. And once you’re in it, you ain’t coming out for a while. I’ll be calling Leach tomorrow to tell him that the roads are not passable due to the snow, so you’ll be here for another day. He’s used to that. And the way things look, the roads really won’t be passable. I’ll put the blanket back over you. The cell is over in my café.”

That surprised me. I hadn’t expected that I would be spending more than a day in his cell, and also didn’t expect it would be in his cafe. It was still snowing as he pushed me over to the café. Once inside it was warm again. He went over to the men’s room and pushed me inside. He started working on some floor boards, and after lifting them up, he revealed a cell underneath. There was also the tubing for the piss to go through that was connected to the piping to go underneath the urinal. This tubing he pulled up.

He started unlocking me from the prisoner transport chair. After I was finally removed, he pulled me up and placed me in his cell. It was a lie-down cell, but with the same kind of attachment points on the sides. He started locking the various points of the body chain to the various points on the sides. It was a tight fit, and to be able to lock the chain to some of them he had to wiggle my body. The cell was all metal, as opposed to the cell with bars that I had been standing in at Master Leach’s. And as opposed to Master Leach’s, in this one I was lying down.

After I was finally attached to all the side locks, he attached chains to my collar and to the chain that went over and under my arms to attach the top of my body to the top end of the cell. He also attached chains to the bottom of the cell which attached my ankles to the bottom. Then he started pulling a crank which had the effect of acting like a rack, pulling the ends away from me, stretching me. After he couldn’t turn the crank any further, he locked it off. I was stretched to the max in that cell.

Next he worked out a part of the hood and the gag to reveal a hole that went through. He picked up the tubing from under the urinal and put it through that hole in the hood and gag. He also got a couple of small plugs that were lying in the cell and put those into the nose holes in the hood. I now had to breathe through the gag. He finally spoke.

“Before I put the floor boards back in place that cover you, I need to explain something. Any piss that is put into the urinal goes into your mouth. This is also the part that you will be breathing through. So when you hear someone who is about to take a leak, don’t take a breath. You’ll be here tomorrow during a work day, and various guys will be coming in to take a piss. Most of them won’t know where it’s going, but some of them do. I put a little code in this room to indicate that there’s someone here. Some of the guys know the code. You’re going to start getting a lot of liquid in you which will circulate through your body. You can go ahead and piss it out when your bladder gets full, but understand, that piss will arch back onto your body. I hope you enjoy it.”

He started putting the floor boards back in place. They fit tightly over my chest, and were soon locked down so that I couldn’t fully expand my lungs. The only space available to me was through that hole at the bottom of the urinal into my mouth. I soon realized that I was going to be breathing through that hole. The thought didn’t appeal to me. I’d drunk piss once before when the output from a urinal went into me. But this would be a new experience for me. The rest of the day and night passed with nothing happening, except for getting excited from that stiff leather gag and hood.

 

Day 5.

 

It wasn’t until the café opened the next morning that things started happening. It was a farming area, and a lot of the farmers were out and about early. That meant that they would be coming into the bathroom to take a piss. I had awakened to the sound of getting the café ready. It wasn’t long after that when I got my first piss. It didn’t go into my mouth for me to taste, but the long gag sent it directly into my throat. I had to keep from breathing until it had all drained. I had to be careful to wait for the last drop to go through. With the first one I breathed in that last drop, and started gagging. But I quickly learned, and was able to get through the breakfast crowd.

At lunchtime three of the guys who had erupted into me the day before came in. I recognized their voices, and filled my lungs in preparation. They knew the code and were ready. One started in, and when he was finished the second immediately started in. When he was finished the third one immediately took over. All of them took their time, extending it out as long as they could. I was starting to think bad thoughts about those three. I hoped to meet them when I was free of any restraints.

It took all of my concentration to be able to not breathe while they were pissing, and to finally breathe when they were finished. A drop got through into my windpipe, but by then I’d become accustomed to one little drop making it through, and was able to deal with it. That was the highlight, or lowlight, of the lunch crowd. I then had a quiet time until the dinner crowd.

There weren’t as many people who came by for dinner. I was able to make it through those without a problem. But the effort had gotten me quite tired. I also couldn’t move any other part of my body, except for my cock, all during this time. It was quite an ordeal to go through. In thinking about it afterwards, it was another one of those physical challenges I had come up here wanting, but a different type of challenge. I was glad to have done it. But it wasn’t the same as being in Master Leach’s cell. I loved what Master Leach did to me, whereas this was more of an ordeal to go through. I preferred Master Leach’s, though I liked the proprietor’s gag and hood better.

In between the sessions I would have to take a leak myself as all the piss made it through my system. I stunk pretty badly by the time the proprietor got me out of there. He unlocked everything when he was finished for the night, pulled me out of his cell, and locked me back into the prisoner transport chair. The special gag and hood he put on me he kept on, but he removed the plugs at my nostrils and filled the ones in my gag and hood. He wheeled me back over to his van and wheeled me up the ramp. I noticed that it had stopped snowing. After the chair was secured in his van, he started driving me back to Master Leach’s.

When we got to Master Leach’s, I was wheeled out and into his cabin. I was then asked which of the two I preferred, and gave my preference, also saying what I liked about each. The two went off to the side to discuss details of the exchange. I figured that the guy in the leather hood in that box must have been the proprietor’s slave. I wondered whether I would be seeing him.

After the two masters had decided the details, the proprietor left and I was back being Master Leach’s responsibility. The first thing he did after releasing me from the prisoner transport chair was to take me into the shower to get cleaned off. I was glad to be rid of the piss on my body. Out of the shower meant back to being strung up for the night. I was again stretched out in a spread eagle position, but this time I was lifted off the floor. Again, this was not new to me, but to spend a whole night like this was a new experience. I knew that my wrists were going to be hurting big time from it. Plus the proprietor’s more intense gag and hood were kept on. I wondered if that was part of the exchange.

 

To be continued …