By Areallytallboy
Over the next few weeks, the boys included Sir more and more in their regular play. Jeremy in particular returned several times, largely to be stored back in Sir’s awesome couch. Each time he returned, Sir upped the ante, making use of increasingly more secure chastity devices, thicker catsuits, larger, electro-equipped butt plugs, and even catheters. Sir also insisted that they increase Jeremy’s time spent stored, from the initial four hours, to six, to ten, to fourteen. Jeremy felt more and more comfortable around Sir, trusting his craft and skill, admiring the man for his kinky creations.
Jeremy would learn that many of the pieces of equipment in Sir’s workshop served the purpose of molding fiberglass, bending steel and thus creating many of the concealed storage units all over the house. He learned that his friends were also subject to these units, but as much as Jeremy asked, Sir never revealed where these pieces were, nor who of his friends had been using them. In his mind, Jeremy found the concept unbelievably hot — knowing that only Sir knew who used what, that as a symbolic act of objectification, the boys subject to these units would never know where the other units were, or who, if anyone, occupied them.