By MarkNorth

He is locked in the cage his eyes pleading with me over the top of the gag.  His wrists and ankles weighed down by the heaviest shackles that I have; with short, heavy chains limiting his every movement. He is not happy – but I could care less.

It is obvious that he finally regrets his decision to become my prisoner.  They never believe that it is for “real” until it is too late.  They love the idea of being a prisoner or a slave or losing control – the excitement of the fantasy.  So they blissfully agree to sign the contract or lock the collars on.

Only in time do they realize that it isn’t a game.  “Be careful what you wish for” are words to live by when trying to make your fantasies a reality.

I always warn them, give them multiple chances to back out or add conditions and limits to their captivity; but they think it is just part of the role playing.  I don’t role play.  The will soon learn that – and it is usually the hard way.

This one is a prime example.  He had a personal up looking for a dominant to make him his prisoner.  “Want and need 24/7 lock-up.  Blah, blah, blah.  Email me at….”

I look for these ads and reply to many of them; I let the guy with the ad run his fantasy a little and then usually scare him off (on purpose).  This guy, though, followed through all the way.  Surprised me a little, but I could tell he was seriously interested in the real thing.  I also knew that he had no clue what the “real” thing would really be like.  Pictures were emailed; he was a good looking jock-type.  I didn’t care if gay or straight – they all served the same in the end.  24 years old, single, a little adrift – just my type.

After I was sure he had the bondage experience (he did in spades), and could handle some true incarceration (he could), I showed him the contract.  He thought it was great, considered it for a few days, asked quite a few questions, asked for some (petty) changes to the terms and then we set an official date for the signing and incarceration.

He was renting a house with 5 other guys – all fresh out of college, so nobody really cared that he was going to be away for “awhile.”  “It’s all good,” was probably said a dozen times as he told them that he was just heading out on an adventure.  He was instructed to never mention what “adventure” he was truly embarking on.

I sent him a package with the only items he needed to bring with him on the big day.  I think simple is best – so a pair of well worn, ass hugging jeans with a plain white jock strap, black t-shirt and some old Adidas basketball shoes (no socks).  It was pretty much his daily uniform, anyway, but he looked hot as hell in them.  The last thing in the package was a heavy chain collar and a large, heavy lock.  Together they probably weighed close to two pounds.  This was his last chance to back out.  Once he locked that chain around his neck the only way to get it off, short of a blow-torch, was by coming to me.  It was also too large to hide, so it was in plain sight the entire walk across town to my house.

He arrived on time.  Stripped to the jock strap and collar in the foyer and came downstairs to the playroom as ordered.  He was nervous, excited, and a little jumpy.  His dick was hard and pretty much bursting the seams of the jock.  All good signs.  I sat him down at a little table and let him read through the entire contract again.  Then made him read it once more.  I had several friends over as witnesses, but waited to bring them down until we were ready.  After reading it a second time I could see the smirk grow on his face.  Ah yes, he was loving the idea of the “game” – which, of course, it wasn’t.  I gave him another opportunity to reconsider and he said we should go ahead now – he was ready willing, and able to hand himself over to me for his incarceration.

He was a little surprised when I called my friends in to witness our signatures, but he signed all the copies and the smirk never faded.  I thanked my friends, gave them each a copy of the contract for safe-keeping and sent them on their way.  The rest of the day was solely for him.  Although he didn’t need it, I ordered him to shower – telling him to take advantage of it because you never know when you’ll be able to again.  He protested but eventually followed his instructions.  When he was done he came and knelt before me, naked as instructed.  I told him that he is no longer a free man.  He will only do what I tell him to do and never question my orders.  He agreed.  Of course, the smirk persisted.

I told him to stand and follow me over to a workbench on the side of the playroom.  Sitting there for him to see was the best part of the contract for me – one of the most severe chastity devices that I have ever been able to find.  It was easy to adjust to make it seem like it was custom made.  The look on his face told me everything I needed to know.  Serious chastity was a great fantasy for him – not so much when faced with the reality of it.

He tried to back away but I grabbed him and firmly ordered him to stand still.  He reacted quickly to my commands – I could tell he was taken aback by the tone and forcefulness.  It took me quite a while to get the device in place.  It was a jock-style metal unit – kept the ass fully exposed and the dick pushed down into a small inner tube.  The lining in the tube was rubber – something that I found to be very effective.  The friction caused by the rubber when his dick tried to enlarge was painful; less so than spikes would be, but enough to ensure his discomfort.  The locking mechanism is recessed into the front of the device – which was a work of art in itself.  Once engaged it would be next to impossible to open without the proper key (or, again, a blow torch!)

Once it was locked in place I let him get used to it for a while.  Then I started to play with his tits and stroke his smooth body.  I caressed him carefully and was rewarded rather quickly by his painful reaction to his attempted erection.  Get used to it I told him.  You will not get off again until you earn it from me.  Your enjoyment is of no concern to me – you live to serve me now.

The smirk faded for a moment, but returned.  “Oh yes, this guy was good at this game!” Is probably what he was thinking.  I ordered him to his knees and had him crawl to the cage – the one thing that he said always got him hard as hell and his favorite place to be locked-up.  I locked on the heaviest wrist and ankle manacles and then locked them together with a short chain that I extended to the chain already locked around his neck.  He would be able to stand in a stoop and shuffle around a bit (when not caged, that is), but that would be about it.  I locked him in the cage, locked his neck collar to the cage and wished him good night.  I left him in the dark until the next morning.

The basement was pretty much soundproof, so his screams were pretty muted.  No one outside would ever hear them.  His cries were such a turn on for me – it was one of the reasons that I loved locking guys like him up.  The louder he yelled, the harder I got.  I fell asleep after jacking off to the distant sound of his pleas to be released.

When I eventually went down to the playroom to check on him he was livid.  He swore at me and called me every name he could think of.  I let him burn himself out for a while before asking him if he was hungry or thirsty.  Of course he was.  If he begged, I told him, I would give him some water.  He swore at me.  I left him in the dark for another 6 hours.

This time he was quiet when I came into the room.  He begged for some water and I rewarded him with some.  I noticed that he had pissed himself – it had dribbled out the drain in the device and pooled between his legs.  He saw me looking at it and was about to swear at me again, but caught himself.  Good, he was already learning!

I brought him some food and fed it to him through the bars of the cage.  He had been locked up in there for about 36 hours, but I wasn’t going to free him.  He felt better after eating and I left a bottle of water with him.  As long as he behaved he would have these little niceties, but they can be taken away just as quickly.

I noticed that, although he was uncomfortable and sore, a little smirk had returned to his face.  Now he was probably thinking, “Mr. hard-ass has proved his point.  I’ll play along and behave until be releases me, then the game is over.”

When I reminded him that this wasn’t a game but, rather, his new reality he must have thought that I was reading is mind.  I had done this dozens of time – I knew the stages and could read these guy’s faces like a book.  His smirk dimmed, but didn’t fade away completely.

I left him in the dark for another 6 hours.  Fed him and gave him some more water.  He was sitting in more of his own piss.  But I didn’t release him from the cage.  Instead I played with him again until his dick tried to get hard and he winced in pain.  This time, however, I didn’t stop.  He needed to experience the device to its fullest so that he knew that he couldn’t get off at all.  I reminded him that his body and, especially his cock, were mine.  Still he was thinking that, although a bit harsher than imagined, the game would end soon.  His smirk returned as I finished with him, but there was now some fear in his eyes – good!

The next day I allowed him out of the cage to get cleaned up and relax his muscles.  I anticipated that he would struggle, but chained as he was he had no chance.  I let him shower and made him clean-up the floor of the cage.  Then I forced him back inside locking the collar to a ring on the cage, so that his movements were severely restricted.  I reminded him that this was punishment for struggling against me.  He would learn to obey.

Weeks passed.  I keep him in the same exact routine.  Hours in the dark, shackled and locked in the cage.  A few hours outside of the cage every two days or so – hard exercise for him then a shower.  The chastity device has remained in place – I enjoy teasing him with caresses and seeing his pain as his dick tries to get hard.  It is easy to clean while locked on, so it can remain in place for quite some time.  I continue to feed him by hand – never allowing him to feed himself.  It is humiliating for him, but he must learn that he now depends on me for everything.

Last night he exploded at me when I went to feed him.  He screamed every obscenity in the book and said that he had had enough of this game.  I had proved my point, it wasn’t what he had been expecting, and it wasn’t any fun for him at all.  He started to beg and plead for release – especially after he saw the look on my face.

I tossed the meal in the garbage and reminded him that this should have been exactly what to expect.  After all, he had read, reread, and signed the contract.  As he shook his head I told him that this was his reality.  The contract was real.  The manacles are real.  The cage is real.  The chastity device is real.  The fact that I owned his ass was real.  This was his life from now on.  The fact that it didn’t fit into his fantasy was irrelevant, as were any of his thoughts, wishes, or desires.

I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that eventually he might earn his release.  I’m sure that he didn’t remember that clause in the contract, anyway.  He was one of the cockier ones that I have dealt with, so it will most likely be a long time before he gets to that point, anyway.

He unleashed another tirade of obscenities and screams.  I let him yell until he wore himself out.  I then went over to my gear cabinet and pulled out one of my favorite pieces.  Oh, he struggled mightily as I inserted the mouth-filling gag and securely strapped it on and locked it in place.  It was padded leather so that it was relatively comfortable around his head, but the gag piece would begin to make his jaw sore in a few hours.  It is the most effective gag that I have – it’s hard for its wearer to make even quiet sounds, let alone scream or yell.  I watched him for a while then left him alone in the dark.

I went down this morning to check on him and remove the gag – he needs water, food and the pain in his jaw must be excruciating by now.  Although I don’t think this latest punishment will have pushed him much further towards complete submission, it is another step in that direction.  I look forward to breaking him over the coming weeks, or months, if that is what it takes.  These past few weeks have been great for me – the turn on of seeing this guy locked-up has been fantastic.

It may not take as long as I suspect, though, I can already tell that the smirk has been permanently removed from his face.

I can’t help but smile as I look into his pleading blue eyes.  He is so damn cute with that leather gag covering his face, those manacles and chains restricting his every move, and his bare-ass all locked-up in that cage.  Good thing I’m not wearing that chastity device or I would be the one grimacing in pain right now!

Yes, reality trumps fantasy every time!

 

THE END