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A Week Without Arms – Part 2
By Mister-X/Spartan
Spence pulled Brad into the crowded room. He was looking around to see someone that he knew when he heard someone address him from behind.
“Bind-em-tight, looks like you got a new one.”
“Oh, hi, bcman. How ya been?”
“I’ve been fine, but it looks like you’re doing better. Who’s your new sub?”
“This is my roommate at college.”
“You move fast. I see you’ve already lived up to your name with him.” The guy started inspecting Brad.
“His hands are cuffed behind his back, and there’s leather arm binders on. This is a leather top that has no arm holes that is strapped on. Then there’s this coat that has the arm holes seamed over.”
“He must be really into the scene. How did you get him bound up so tight so fast?”
“He’s got a class assignment to go a week without arms to see what kind of life a double amputee has.”
“Wow, that played right into you. Is he turned on by being restrained?”
In deep
Hooked up to air hoses
Remember prisoner, you only get to breathe because we let you!
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Video: Hard-hat dive helmet connected to its own air supply
The guy in the sleepsack is totally dependent on the supply for each breath. The combination of the hard-hat and his bondage provides him with an extremely intense and helpless experience. He peers through the helmet’s visor as his buddies look on. This guy is really in deep.
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A Week at a Cabin in the Snow – Part 4
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.