By Mister-X / Spartan

I got almost no sleep that night.  The realization that Raoul now had carte blanche to do to me whatever he wanted to do was enough to keep me awake all night.  I wasn’t in as difficult a position as Joe had put me in for the past month, so that wasn’t a problem.

The next morning guys started being released from their cells one-by-one to get cleaned up.  They were kept in restraints while this was being done, hands cuffed behind their backs, though their hoods and gags were removed.   A shower was focused on their otherwise naked bodies.  I couldn’t see, but found it interesting that no one spoke.  After the shower was over, they were taken over to a place that had a shelf.  A bowl of gruel was set in front of them for breakfast.  They had to try to eat it without the use of their hands.  Another bowl of water was alongside.  When they were finished their gags were strapped back on and they were returned to their cells.

Raoul and the guard were the ones who took care of this.  With all the guys there it took quite a while to accomplish.  As the most recent addition I was the last one.  I was told that if I spoke while the gag was out that I would not be cleaned and would get no breakfast.  I now understood why no one spoke.

 

[[WARNING: This story contains extreme elements that some readers might find objectionable. Continue reading at your own risk.]]

 

Part of the cleaning process was for my rubber cat suit to be removed.  To do that my metal collar had to be removed.  Raoul had the key and did that.  After I had finished eating the breakfast as best I could, he started the process of ratcheting it back on to now be kept under the cat suit.  I decided to bow my neck to make sure that he didn’t get it too tight.  He saw this and punched me hard in the stomach.  I bent over from the pain, and he used the opportunity to ratchet it really tight.  When I stood back up it was tighter than it had ever been while at that facility.  My face was getting almost a crimson color.  Raoul liked seeing that.  He re-locked the gag back on and re-attached the connecting chain between my handcuffs and my collar.  He escorted me back to my cell without putting the cat suit back on.  My breathing was labored through the blockage my sinuses started putting up.  I saw him throw away a key, looking at me and smiling as he did so, so I figured it was probably the one to my metal collar.

With all the cleanings and feeding done, the first permanent resident was brought over to an area I hadn’t noticed.  He had a hanging noose attached around his neck and pulled up.  Raoul started beating him with a paddle, then a cane, and finally a whip.  The guy was gagged, but you could still hear his yelling.  When finished he was released from the overhead chain, led back to his cell, locked in, and it was the next guy’s turn.

This went on for some hours.  In the middle of the day there was a break for Raoul to have his lunch.  Afterwards he resumed the beatings.  Finally it was my turn.  He took me over to the area with the noose.  However, he also had an overhanging chain which he attached to my handcuffs, pulling them up strappado-style until I was on the balls of my feet.  He started beating me with a paddle.  He was light at first, but soon got into whacking me hard.  I’m sure I started having red spots appear on my body.  I did what I could to not move.

He switched to the cane.  The first time he hit me with it I felt it sting like hell.  I reacted into my gag.  The next one felt even worse.  Each one was worse than the previous one.  By the end of his cane work I was yelling.  He switched to the whip.  His first crack was on top of one of the cane hits, and made the pain a lot worse.  I yelled from that one.  Each crack of the whip was worse than the previous one.

Finally the beating was over.  I hung there totally spent.  But Raoul wasn’t finished yet.  He brought out his tool to show me and went behind me.  He got up on a step stool and started massaging my butt.  He immediately noticed the butt plug, and pulled it out.  He started laughing, and said “looks like you’ve already prepared for me.”

With the plug out he started working his tool into my butt.  It was certainly big.  Before the butt plug had been inserted I had never had anything up my butt before.  This was the first time a man’s penis had entered my butt.  His tool was larger around than the plug, but not as long.  The width of it was what got me the pain.  As he was entering further and further I started yelling into my gag.  That was getting him more excited.  Finally he climaxed and shot his load into my ass.  When he pulled out he put the plug back in immediately to keep his juices up my ass.

He walked away and got his leather pants back on over his tool.  He left me hanging there while he went to wash my rubber cat suit.  When he returned with it he lowered me down so that my feet were on the floor.  He attached a chain from above to my collar.  He removed my cuffs, both at hands and ankles, and told me to start getting into the cat suit.  I was still attached from above with a chain to my collar, so I couldn’t get away.  I had no choice but to obey.

After I’d gotten it on up to my head, he cuffed my hands behind my back and cuffed my ankles.  Then he detached my collar from its overhanging chain and finished putting the cat suit hood over my head and locked the gag back on.  My wounds were certainly very noticeable in that tight rubber cat suit.  They hurt more now than they had done after he inflicted them.  Raoul walked me back to my cell and brought my cuffed hands back strappado-style as far as he could to attach to the top of the cage.  I was exhausted, and now had to put up with this.

By then It was time for dinner to be served.  This was done as breakfast had been.  One-by-one the two employees would release one of the guys to go over to the shelf and try to eat their dinner off the plate with their hands cuffed behind them.  The order again depended on how long they had been there with me, the newest, going last.  With all the guys there it took quite a while before I finally had my turn.  It felt good to get my hands down from that strappado position, and I got as much food into my mouth as I could.  But the drink this time was the piss that I’d released that morning into a jar which had my name on it.  No water.

When I was finished I was returned to my cell and put back like I’d been before, my cuffed hands brought back strappado style, pulling me back until I was up on the balls of my feet.  I was told that I would be left like that for the night.  It was obviously going to be a very painful night.  I didn’t expect to get much sleep that night either.  Finally that leather hood with pin holes at the nose was strapped onto my head.  My sinuses were still blocking my nostrils some from that tight collar, so it was going to be difficult to be able to breathe.

Later I heard Joe talking with Raoul.  They stopped at my cell, and Joe said that this was how the guys should all be kept, with metal collar ratcheted tight, butt plug, tit clamps, corset, blindfold and rubber cat suit.  He also liked that my hands were brought back strappado style.  He said that they should get busy getting the necessary gear for everyone to have on.  It sounded like my bondage wasn’t going to be stepped up any, but everyone else’s was.

But then he said “this guy wants to be choked.  He’s used to having a cord brought down from the side, brought tightly around his neck above his collar, and tied up to the other side of his cell, garroting him.  He should be kept that way here in his cell, as well as the other guys who are here that were used to being treated that way.”  I knew then that my bondage was going to be stepped up.

Joe also said that it was time for him to bring his partner here to be installed in one of the vacant cells.  Since the cell next to me was vacant, I was going to be next to him.  That also meant that I wouldn’t be the last one in line for everything.

Soon I heard the sounds of another guy being led in.  I could hear Joe telling him that this was now going to be his new home, that he would be kept here similarly to the way he’d been kept in his room, only within a cell.  I could hear the sounds of him being placed in the cell.  It sounded like his hands were also cuffed behind him, and were being brought back strappado style until he was up on the balls of his feet like I was.  I figured he wasn’t going to be getting much sleep tonight, either.

The next morning continued as the previous had done, only much faster, since there were now three guys to work with us.  That left some extra time.  The pair used it to start attaching extra gear on the guys.  I didn’t get the cord yet.  Soon it was time to administer the daily beatings.  The pair would each take one of the guys, secure them, and start their beatings.  With two guys this went twice as fast.  There was plenty of time to finish attaching the extra gear on the others, with time left over.  Raoul used it to fuck me and play some with me.  After being returned to my cell, I had the cord placed around my neck.  Joe used the time to play some with his partner.  Then it was time for dinner.

With three taking guys, dinner went faster than usual.  Again, with the extra leftover time, Raoul used it to play with me, and Joe used it to play with his partner.  The play that Raoul did to me was similar to what he had been doing on that pathway the first time I saw him.

With that connecting chain tightly bringing my hands up to my collar, he connected another chain from my ankle cuffs to my handcuffs.  He put me on my knees in front of him in that chain hogtie, blindfolded me, took out my gag, and started inserting his tool into my mouth, telling me to suck.  Back and forth he went, slowly getting it further and further in.  As he was about to climax, he put his fingers over my nostrils to cut off my air through my nose.  His big tool filled my mouth completely, so I couldn’t get any air through my mouth either.

He erupted over and over and over, sending streams of cum down my throat.  All that time I couldn’t breathe.  Finally he finished and pulled out, quickly locking my gag back on.  He needed both hands for this, so I was able to get some air through my nose.  But when my gag was locked back on, he again put his fingers over my nostrils to cut off my air.  He kept this up until I was just about passed out, when he removed them.  After I’d gotten one long breath in, back were the fingers on my nose again.

I’m turned on by breath control, but being in chastity, that doesn’t do much good.  He also kept bending my head back, which caused that super tight collar to cut off most of my breathing.  When he would finally lift his fingers from my nose, it was a mighty effort to get some air through my nostrils before he had closed them off again.  He was finding this to be a lot of fun.  I wasn’t, though I’m normally turned on by such play.  Finally he tired of it and returned me to my cell, hands back again strappado style, leather hood with pin holes at the nostrils back on, although open at the neck for the cord, which was cutting into the top of my neck.  I was having to force breaths through the tiny holes again, restricted by that super tight collar and the cord.  It was going to be another long night.

I’d noticed earlier that Joe’s partner had his metal collar ratcheted under his rubber cat suit just as mine was.  I wondered how tight it had been ratcheted, since he’d told me when he’d first gotten here that he didn’t like it to be tight.  But that was for Joe to decide.  It sounded like his breathing was also somewhat labored, so I figured Joe had made it pretty tight.

The next night I was returned to my cell after my play session while Joe and his partner were still playing.  Finally I heard Joe say he was going to ratchet the collar tighter.  The partner was objecting to this.  Joe finally said “you should see how tight your neighbor’s collar is.  At least make yours a little closer to as tight as his is.”  Then I heard the sound of a collar being ratcheted a couple of notches tighter, followed by a long angry yell.  Then I heard Joe say “the key to his collar has been thrown away, so that it will never be removed.  I’m going to consider throwing the key to yours away as well so it won’t ever be removed.”  Then I heard a wailing sound as the cell door was being locked and his arms brought back strappado style.  My neighbor was crying, and kept on for a long time.

I didn’t like it that I was being held up as an example to have an unwilling guy follow.  Just because I’m turned on by something doesn’t mean that some other guy should be forced to have it done to him, no matter how he doesn’t want it.  I was starting to dislike Joe, despite his handsome good looks.

Life at that facility continued as it had been going.  Compared to what I was hearing my neighbor having to endure, I thought Raoul was easy to deal with.  He wasn’t starting to scare me anymore.  Then one day, after my neighbor had been objecting to what Joe wanted to do to him, Joe decided he wanted to have at me for a while instead of his partner.  He suggested to Raoul that they change partners for a week.  Raoul had noticed how handsome my neighbor was, and readily agreed.  I was wondering what Joe was planning for me.

After the morning cleaning and feeding, it was time for the daily beating.  This was my first beating by Joe.  The intensity was about the same.  But there was something about having this handsome guy doing it to me.  Afterwards I experienced that warm glow that my first dinner companion had told me about.  I actually was looking forward to the next beating.  But being the second from last in line to get his daily beating, it was now play time.

Joe started in by lightly rubbing his fingers along the tips of my sensitive clamped tits.  That got me excited.  Then he took off the clamps.  It had been months since they had been removed, so it took a little while for the blood to rush in.  But when it did, yowie!  That hurt like hell!  I screamed into my gag from the pain.  Joe just laughed.  What a sadist he was.

Next he brought out the key to my chastity and took it off.  I’d forgotten that he was the one who had it, thinking as Raoul did that it was lost.  My penis quickly got hard.  He started stroking it and in a matter of seconds it erupted.  Afterwards he brought out a different chastity device and locked it on.  When he started lightly running his fingers over my tits again, I started to get hard and noticed that there were spikes in this one which were starting to cut in.  And once they cut in they stayed in.  My penis was starting to get skewered.  I started yelling from this, which got Joe to laughing again.

Then he got that cord, put it around the top of my neck above the collar, and started pulling it closed, lightly at first, but gradually putting some force into it.  I was soon choking, which caused my penis to try to get hard again, causing the spikes to dig in deeper.  I couldn’t help it.  Being choked by this handsome guy, looking into his eyes, was an unbelievable turn-on.  I was gasping for air through my nostrils.  I was so turned on by that that my penis was actually lifting that heavy chastity into the air.  When Joe noticed this he thought it was very funny.

Then he removed the cord, turned me around and removed my butt plug.  He brought out a bigger one which he started working into my butt.  It soon reached my prostate, and I tried even harder to get hard with my penis skewered in that spiked chastity.  Joe hugged me close, saying that I was a good sub to put up with all that without complaining.  He started kissing me on the cover of my leather penis gag.  Then he unlocked the leather penis gag and pulled it out.  He started kissing me on the lips, and I responded.  When I’d try to say something he would just tell me to shush, and kept on kissing me.  That guy was so handsome he had me in the palm of his hand, despite all the torment he’d just done to me.

After spending some time quietly cuddled together, he finally said “I knew when I first met you that you were a bondage pain pig.  You confirmed it when you wanted me to put you in the same intense bondage I’d put my partner into.  But it’s time to start serving dinner.”  He pulled out a leather penis gag and strapped it on me.  This penis gag was much larger than the one I’d been having on.  My jaw soon started aching from it.  He put the tit clamps back on.  At least these were the same ones, not something stronger.  He zipped up the crotch zipper on my rubber cat suit after pushing my still erect penis back in, and pulled my hands behind my back strappado style all the way until I was up on my tiptoes before strapping the leather hood back on my head, putting the cord back around my neck, and locking the cell door.  This was going to be a much more strenuous time in this cell for me.

I now had a spiked chastity, a bigger penis gag, a bigger butt plug, and had my cuffed hands pulled back further so I was up on my tiptoes.  Joe was some sadist!  But oh, was he handsome and had such a deft touch.  I actually felt happier that he had done this.

Again with three guys, dinner was served fairly quickly, leaving more play time.  But this time Joe fed me instead of me having to feed myself without hands.  Afterward he just locked me in my cell in the usual position, telling me that he would be back shortly.  I wondered what he had planned for this night.  When he came to my cell he first removed my hood.  He was dressed in his skin-tight leathers, muscles pushing out on his shirt.  My heart melted at sight of him.  He was such a handsome guy.  When he saw my reaction he got that big infectious smile.  Oh man, was that guy something to look at.

Back in my cell in that painful strappado position, he unzipped the covering on the rubber cat suit over my tits and removed one of the clamps.  This brought a fresh wave of pain.  He quickly clamped it over my nostrils, cutting off my air.  He reached in and removed the other tit clamp.  He quickly unzipped the front part of the crotch zipper on my rubber cat suit and reached in through the open top of my chastity to clamp the tip of my penis.  That hurt!  With that additional pain while I was fighting for air, I noticed Joe’s smile get bigger.  He was certainly getting off on seeing my pain.

When I had run out of air I started shaking my head to get the clamp off.  He finally removed it and put it back on my tit.  More pain.  He removed the other clamp from my penis and put it back on my other tit.  He zipped up the rubber suit coverings and released me from the cell, opening it to lead me out.  He walked me to the front of the jail where the guard let us out.  He’d evidently told the guard about this earlier.  He walked me down to the connecting path I’d used to return from my walks, walking over to the first path I’d taken, turning to go up to the next building.  I knew what this was, and I didn’t like it.  But I was willing to go anywhere and do anything Joe wanted.

The guys at this facility had been told that we were coming that late at night and were waiting.  We entered and I was taken up to one of the hanging nooses, left to look at it for a while, left as well to look at the others who were strung up in that facility.  After a few minutes he got me up onto the stool under the noose and put it around my neck, pulling it tight, pulling the other end of the rope up until I was on my tiptoes.  The other employees cuffed my ankles together and strapped my legs together above my knees.  I was left like that while Joe chatted with the two guys running the facility and looked at me.  My neck was being choked at top and bottom.

Finally it was time.  With a big smile on his face, looking straight into my eyes, Joe reached down and pulled the stool out from under me.  I dropped a short distance and the rope started getting tighter around my neck.  My eyes started bugging out and my throat was getting dry.  There was a ringing in my ears.  My breathing was getting difficult.  All the while I couldn’t take my eyes off Joe as his smile started getting bigger as he was watching me.  That smile of his captivated me.  I was mesmerized.  I started getting dizzy, started getting a headache, and finally passed out.  When I came to I was back on that stool on the balls of my feet, but Joe was nowhere to be seen.  Soon the lights were turned off.  I was left like that for the night.

Joe was back early the next morning to release me and take me back.  On the way back he said “I knew you’d been to see that facility, and knew that you don’t like being hanged.  I really like the way you accept having something intense like that done to you that you don’t like, as well as quietly accepting all the other intense changes I’d made to you.  I loved seeing you hanged, and figure we’ll go back there often to do that again while we’re here.  My previous partner liked to be put into tight bondage, but was afraid of anything intense.  There’s no way he would allow me to have him hanged.  You, on the other hand, don’t mind trying something new no matter how intense it is.  You’re the kind of sub I’ve been wanting.  I tried to change my previous partner into someone like you, but couldn’t.  From now on, you’re my partner.”

Wow!  I’ve now got what I wanted.  Raoul is no longer going to be the one who is having at me.  It’s now this incredibly handsome hunk that I fell in love with the first time he smiled at me.  But what a sadist he is!  I hope I can handle this ride he’s going to be taking me on.  It sounds like it’s going to be pretty intense.  I wanted a change from my boring routine, and have I ever gotten it.  I’m looking forward to it.  At first I had not been happy to be a permanent resident in their facility, but I’m now happy again.

“In the meantime, as an employee I’ve got my own residence away from the permanent facility, and I’m taking you there with me.  That way we can play and sleep together.  I liked cuddling up to you last night.”

When we got to his house he took me inside.  Having spent that night strung up, I hadn’t cleaned.  He took off my boots and took me into his shower stall.  He lowered the hood part of my rubber cat suit and opened the neck part.  He turned on the shower and focused it onto my body inside the rubber cat suit, letting it run for a while.

When he was finished doing this I was full of water.  He had me first kneel down on the floor of the shower, then lay my chest down.  He grabbed my ankles, and lifted me upside down, opening the neck part for the water to run out.  It took some time for it to do that, but soon most of the water had left.  I was still pretty wet, though.  He righted me and brought out a jar with my name on it.  He unzipped the opening over my crotch and pulled out my chastitied penis, holding the jar under it, telling me to pee.  I tried as best I could, but it was quite painful with that spiked chastity on.  He chuckled on hearing my painful attempts, knowing what was causing the pain.  After that was done he took me over to the toilet, had me bend over to get the butt plug removed, had me sit down on the seat, and told me to unload what I needed to.  After I let out what I could, he wiped my butt off and put the plug back in, zipping up that part of the cat suit.

All this time my hands were cuffed behind my back.  He had some food in his room.  He removed my gag and started feeding me some breakfast, mostly fresh fruit.  It was a welcome change from the gruel.  Finished with this, he took me into the bathroom and brushed my teeth.  Afterwards he zipped up the rubber hood and strapped the big leather penis gag back on.  He took me over to his bed.

“I’ve got to go to work in that facility, but I figure you didn’t get much sleep last night and must be tired.  I bet you would like to lie down on a bed as well.”  I hadn’t lain down since I was moved out of that main facility, and I sure wanted to do that.  He strapped the leather hood with nose holes only back on my head and left me to get some sleep on his bed.

When he returned he had brought some leather pants and straitjackets.  I had been sleeping soundly.  His entry woke me up.  He wanted me to try them on for size.

“I’ve got a thing about leather straitjackets.  I love seeing a guy in a heavy one with his arms crossed behind him instead of in front, causing his chest to push out, all the straps pulled as tight as they can be, also wearing tight leather pants, a leather penis gag and boots.  I’ll have to see if the facility has ones you can barely fit in.  I can’t wait to see what you look like wearing these.  You’d look so cool being hanged wearing these.”

He removed my ankle cuffs and had me put the leather pants on over the rubber cat suit.  It took some work, but they finally went on and were closed by a wide belt.  He said “Perfect.  There isn’t a wrinkle in sight on those pants.”

Next he removed the cuffs from my wrists.  I started rubbing my wrists as they were on when I was hoisted up for my daily beating, and had gotten some raw spots.  He brought out a straitjacket for me to try to get into.  He said “this is the most intense one they had, and I think you’ll just be able to fit into it.  Let’s try.”

He got me up off the bed for that.  First was to put my arms in the sleeves.  They were a tight fit, but I was able to get them all the way in.  Next was to have the body placed around me with the straps pulled tight.  I was surprised at how thick the jacket was.  It had to be thicker than a normal one.  It was difficult to open it, and when my body was placed into it, it almost immediately seemed to close.  It felt like it had been treated like shoe leather, making it stiff.  It certainly wasn’t the normal soft, comfortable leather.  He started pulling the straps, and it seemed like I was able to fit, though with not much extra space.

But the part that surprised me the most was the collar.  It went all the way up to my chin, like a built-in posture collar.  I had to lift my head up high to get that closed.  It was just as stiff as the rest of the straightjacket.  After he had pulled the straps on, he went back and put some effort into pulling them as tight as he could get them, including the one at the neck.  I felt like I was in a vise.  Then he started in on the crotch straps, pulling them up tightly.  There wasn’t much room between them for my chastity to fit, but it did.  Last were my arms.  He crossed them behind my back, pulled the connecting parts through the side loops, and brought the ends to the front to tie off.  Again he put some muscle into pulling them tightly before strapping them.

He got my boots back on and stood back for a moment, taking a good look.  Finally, he said “fantastic!  Everything is a perfect fit.  That is one great sight to behold.  After my afternoon work session at the permanent facility I’m taking you like this up to the dining hall for dinner.  I want to show you off to everyone.”

He laid me back on the bed to get some more sleep and left to go back to work.  It didn’t take me long to get back to sleep again, even trussed up in the stiff, tight, heavy leather like I was.

At dinner that night, he removed the hood and gag and fed me.  I could see a lot of the others looking at me, and was hearing some of them saying that they’d like to be put in a straitjacket like I had on.  But apparently the facility only had this one, and he had earlier purchased it from the facility for me to wear, along with the leather pants, boots, gag and hood.  I also noticed that he was dressed in his hot leathers as well.  I just melt when I see him like that, he is so handsome.  When he saw that reaction he hugged me.

After we finished dinner, he started walking me down that first path again.  I knew where we were headed.  Again, the custodians at the hanging facility were expecting us.  I had the gag and hood back on, so I couldn’t see.  But I knew where I was when I stepped up onto the stool and the noose was placed around my neck, the other end pulled up until I was again on my tiptoes, my ankles cuffed together, and my legs strapped together above the knee.  I didn’t feel the noose this time, since it was around that thick stiff collar of the straitjacket.

I heard my partner talking with the two custodians.  Finally they said “let’s give it a try and see.”  Soon he pulled the stool out from under me and I dropped a short distance, having nothing under my feet again.  But instead of the rope cutting off my air and making me dizzy as the previous night, I just continued hanging there without much affect.  Apparently the thick stiff leather collar prevented the noose from strangling me.  The only question was whether my neck muscles were strong enough to support my weight for a period of time.

I heard the three guys talking among themselves as they were watching me.  After at least a half-hour of my hanging there in the air, my partner put the stool back and I was lowered down.  They removed the restraints from me, and my partner started walking me out.  I heard one of the custodians say “thank you for demonstrating this.  I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes.”

On the walk back to his place he said “I came down here to make my sub into what I wanted him to be.  Instead I found a replacement.  I’m returning to the states.  I’d always planned to do that.  I’m taking you back there with me if you’ll let me.  I’ve given them notice for my job here, and have told them that I know of a friend who would be perfect as my replacement.  I’ve notified him, and he will be here tomorrow.  I’m staying on until he is ready to replace me.

I’ve told them I want to take you back with me.  They’re reluctant to give up one of their permanent residents, never having had one leave before.  But since they’re overwhelmed with people after your glowing testimonial, they’re willing to bend their rules for you in return for what you’ve done for their business.  We would always be welcomed back whenever we would want to return, which we’d want to do as often as we could.

When I saw you hanging there in that leather straitjacket and pants, I almost came on the spot.  It was an unbelievably hot turn-on to me.  When we get back to my place tonight I’m anxious to get my meat into your mouth and ass, like I saw that other employee doing to you.  That’s now got me hard just thinking about it.  My parents had instilled in me to not fuck around, but to save it for the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.  I’m going to remove all the bondage I’ve put you in and have a love-making session.  I’ve fallen in love with you.  If you’re willing to put up with my intense bondage, I’d like us to get married after we get back to the states, since it’s legal in the state I live in.”  He removed my hood and gag.

He got down on one knee in front of me and said “will you marry me?”

I was surprised.  This was something I’d decided I wanted, but I never expected to happen.  Of course I said “yes”.  Tears of joy started to well in my eyes.

“I hoped you would.  You’ve made me very happy.  That collar will be the ring I give you.  With the key thrown away it’s not coming off.  And it’s on so tight it can’t come off on its own.”  He grabbed me and kissed me full square on the lips for a long time while he gave me a tight hug.  I responded fully to the kiss, but obviously couldn’t respond to the hug.

“I have all this bondage gear I’d bought, but had no one to use it on.  The guy I’d sent down here, who I sent back this morning, was the first guy who was attracted to me that I realized was into tight bondage, and thought would be a good candidate for trying my gear out on.  Now that I’ve found you I feel like a little kid, finally having someone I can play with however I want, finally putting all my gear to good use, putting it on someone who loves being put into tight, intense bondage of any kind.  I learned long ago that I’m not a complete person without having someone to do that to.

Damn, I’m so looking forward to that.  Wait’ll you see all the gear I’ve got back home.  My folks encouraged me in whatever I wanted to do, even this, and opened their check book for me to use.  They paid for my education, including my years of school to become a doctor treating mental health patients.  When we get back, we’ll get married and I’ll get you back into these leather clothes and gear.  I won’t want to be away from you, but I have to work.  So I’ll check you into my clinic, and keep you like this, being with you whenever possible.

I’ve got this secret room with a great bondage bed, leather sheets, metal head board and metal covering with multiple restraint points that you can be kept tightly chained to while I’m working.  You’ll love it.  The room has thick walls with a locking metal door with no windows.  I have the only key.  We’ll live there together.  While I’m away working I can hook up a tens unit to send periodic pleasurable shocks to you.  I can have a gas mask put on with a long hose which will lead to a bubbler bottle filled to the brim with water, which will cause your lungs to work hard as you breathe, giving you the breath control you crave.”

By then we’d gotten to his living quarters.  When he took me inside he would remove a piece of gear and kiss me, then remove another piece and kiss me.

I thought, ‘this can’t be happening to me.  I came down to live here permanently, to be kept bound, never having fallen in love and never expecting to.  I’m returning to be put into intense bondage and kept that way by the love of my life, the man I’m to marry.  This truly turned into my bondage fantasy world.’

 

THE END

 

Metal would like to thank Mr. X/Spartan for this story!

 

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