By Eckie

I received an email from a friend, inviting me to a party where they wanted to hold a sort of slave auction. Several Masters and slaves will be invited and during the evening the slaves will be auctioned off for the weekend – or in case the two right matches are finding each other, even for lifetime. The email stated that for the weekend enough toys and space is provided for all to enjoy the party and results of the auction.

I do not consider myself master or owner, in fact I like to switch in terms of BDSM play, but I sure like the play of owning a slave for a while and having a slave in total obedience to any command at my disposal… so I thought I would attend to that party and take it from there.

The party was scheduled for the weekend in two weeks, so it was no problem for me to arrange the time off and the travel there. I arrived at the given location Friday late afternoon – bit early, but the host welcomed me with some snacks and drinks. I asked him who’s going to be around for the auction and he told me that it seems there will be 7 slaves to sell, but 9 masters to buy … so the will have to find a solution for this, maybe a slave shared by two or three masters, or two slaves shared – they will discuss before the party starts with all attendees.

Even though my intentions were to ‘buy” a boy for the weekend, still I thought that being a switch I would not have any trouble with changing my original thoughts and attending instead as a slave to sell for the auction. The host smiled and sort of relieved answered that in this case there would not be any problem, but of course I would have to change over to the slave waiting area instead now and not continue sitting and chatting here with him like a master would. He gave me one of the slave-questionnaires to fill in then, making sure the coming bidders will know what they bid for.

The questionnaire was simple – what the limits are, what the preferences are, what I would do and not do, also about my physical state and preferences in a master. It was filled in quickly, of course all bondage related questions had a big YES crossed on and my limits were stated on too. Not being prepared to be the slave on this party I didn’t bring much of clothing with me, but my host assured me he could help out there with some of his stuff for the time being.

He led me into the basement and asked me to strip off already. Being early I was the only one in that room at the moment, others still to come soon then … He came back with some bits and pieces while I already stood there naked with my clothes piled on the floor. He had read my questionnaire so knew a few items to use. He told me to bend forward and immediately I felt his lubed fingers at my butt. With enough lube at my ass he then slipped in a medium sized plug telling me that slaves asses should be plugged normally – having a wide grin on his face. He then took a rubber body harness and held it in front of me. It went over my shoulders and he started buckling up the straps. It was strapping over the shoulders, the chest, just over the waist and a strap then between the legs to the back which included a cockring. Having all buckled up the strap between the legs secured the plug too.

Next he gave me some tall lace up boots, going up to just under the knees. I put them on and laced them up proper. Holding up a collar and a hood he asked me if I wanted to wait for the auction more relaxed and see the others arrive or get ready complete as I will be lead out to the auction podium later already. As I felt some horny already I told him that I would not mind getting completed right away and wait for the auction then proper fitted. With that he took the hood and slipped it over my head. It was a leatherhood without eyes, only noseholes and open mouth, a zip on the back and lacing on each side. He zipped it down on the back and started adjusting the laces on the sides to make is snug fitting. Next came a wide collar around my neck and once buckled shut I heard the clicking of a padlock – he locked the hood and collar together so that they could not be taken off by me. The keys for that will go to the highest bidder once you’re sold, until then it will remain on, he said to me.

Then he put on leather mittens to each of my hands, locking my hands in a fist inside, buckling them rendered my hands quite unusable already. He then told me that he saw in my questionnaire that all the bondage related questions had a big yes next to them, so I sure should not mind getting a special setup for the ‘waiting’ and later on ‘presentation’ for the auction. He was leading me into the next room I hadn’t seen yet. He put some kneepads on my knees and some ellbowpads too and then told me to get down on my fours on the small podium right in front of me. I went down on my knees and mittens, he then told me to hold still when I feel some cold metal on my skin, preparing me further on.

He told me to rest on my elbows, not on the mittens and I felt then metal restraints applied to my wrists, they were connected with a stabile metal bar about 2 feet spread from each other. Also attached rigid a steel collar, in which he placed my neck and closed it. Next came metal shackles around my ankles, also spread and rigid connected, additional shackles just over my knees, again rigid connected, so that I had to keep my legs and feet in the same slight spread position. He continued attaching more metal between the bar of the wrist connection to the ankle connection, making it impossible to move them together or away from each other. Next he applied some more metal just above my elbows, rigid connected to the bar that went from arms to legs, and last came a metal belt around my waist, and also rigid connected to the bar that went from arms to legs. By all that I was quite unable to move anywhere at all and had to remain in the position I was until someone would have bought me and release me. Last but not least he inserted a gag into my mouth and buckled it on the back of my head. ‘Almost ready’ he said, and I could not really imagine what else was left, being immobile, blind, gagged, plugged…

Because you weren’t planned as slave-to-sell for this might I am going to keep you as surprise as last object for auctioning, so I’ll have to hide you in-between of course – he said. The little platform you’re kneeling on in on wheels, and it is not just a platform, but actually the bottom of a disassembled box which will cover you in your current position completely. When I have reassembled it you’ll make a nice table I have next to me while I do the auctioning, and once it’s your turn I’ll reveal the surprise slave … with that I heard some noises near me and he started reassembling the box, all sidewalls came in place, some metal clanking told me he’s putting all together shut. When at last the lid was brought on top and the same metal noise told me it is locked on now too the surrounding noises became quite dampened, so I knew I was completely hidden inside the box by now. Then the box moved, so he was now rolling it out to the other room where later on the auction will take place and once the moving stopped I didn’t hear anything anymore – he must have left.

Being on my own I was thinking about my situation and became quite aroused with it – having planned on playing top with some slave for a while and looking at the position I am in right now was very exciting … It seems this auction party will for sure be a horny time for me if things continue as good as they started right now.

During time I heard the doorbell a few times and the noises became more and more – people obviously arrived. Some went silent quickly, so probably slaves being lead into the ‘waiting area’ – others continued chatting, probably the masters who will be bidding soon and stayed in the room already.

At some point the host must have come right next to the box I was in and announced the begin of the auction, telling the masters that due to the problem of having one slave missing in count to get some auctioned for every master, there has been a slight change and one of the top that applied for the auction previously is now being auctioned off as slave and he’ll be the last object to go today.

One by one I heard slaves being brought in, presented and various biddings done on each of them. Some got auctioned pretty quickly, others were objects to excessive biddings – I would have loved to watch and see it, but no way in my current position. All in all I think I was in that box now for something like 3 hours, slowly my body started aching from the immobility it was forced into. But finally I hear the host announcing the final object. The box was again moved a little, probably placed in a better viewing position, before the same metal clacking indicated the lid and walls being taken off. I still couldn’t see anything in the hood, but with all other slaves being auctioned off already, there should be only one master left for bidding, so the one that dared to wait for the unknown slave to come, unlike the others who made their sales on the objects they have seen and inspected.

The host announced that because this object is usually top and volunteered only for this occasion and because there is no competition in bidding anymore, the starting bid will be set higher and the remaining master can either accept it or joining the others with their slaves and leave this object out. I heard another voice saying that he accepts the price and bids for this object – somehow I thought to remember that voice, but could not assign it to any face.

With that last object (me) being sold too, the host announced that the party can start – each slave has his owner for the duration of time they agreed to in their questionnaire, no slave is to refuse his buyer, no slave is to disobey his owners. I couldn’t remember having seen that question on the form about the duration of the play, but wasn’t too worried as it was a weekend party and I again felt quite horny, still in my rigid there on the podium, waiting what my buyer will have in mind next for me.

I felt a hand stroking my hooded head and the buyer’s voice said to me: I think the waiting has paid off, I could see in your questionnaire you’re heavily into bondage, just like I am, and that’s what you will get from now on, boy. Our host told me you’re in there now a few hours already, well; I will take you out in a while and get you done in a proper way as I want to see my slave. Until then – don’t run away – and he left with that … I had a grin on my covered face – how would I run away from my current position … and I thought I even felt my dick dripping some precum, so horny I was with the thought of what is to come.. It sounded promising that my buyer obviously matched what I stated in my questionnaire.

I must have been left there at least another hour, hearing quite some noises of plays the masters obviously had with their slaves, I kept being horny trying to imagine what the actions were that matched the sounds I hears, also trying to imagine myself being part of those actions. Suddenly I felt someone working on all the metal on my, one by one they were removed until I at the end was able to move free again, still hooded and gagged, still plugged and mitted, but able to move again. I stretched my body a bit – remaining on the floor though, knowing I was slave to my buyer for now and thus should wait for his orders. ‘Get up, boy’ I heard him say and he helped me up on my feet, being so long in that position I was a bit weak on my legs. Knowing what I expect usually from a bottom I play with I stood legs slightly spread, hands on my back, head bowed and waited. ‘Good boy, I see you know how to behave, even though you’re top as I heard’ he said to me. Being still gagged I wasn’t to reply to that.

He took me then to another room, took off my mitts and told me to get out of the boots. Still hooded I tried feeling my way around, but managed to get out rather quickly. He stood me up then again and started removing the harness and also the padlock on the collar was unlocked and the collar taken off, the hood and gag still remained on. He told me to bend over and stay like that. Then he took out the plug but immediately added some lube again to my ass, and right next I felt another plug, almost same sized, maybe slightly larger being inserted until it was fully in. He told me then that this one has two tubes, in and out to flush my ass when needed, and it is going to stay where it is, and it will all the time stay there unless he tells any different. Then he slipped a cockring over my balls and my dick.

‘Let me get this boy dressed up nicely now, they way I want to see my slave’ he said and told me to lift my right leg to step into some shorts. When doing so I felt the shorts being rubber, and both feet inside he pulled it up all the way. He places the tubes from the plug in prepared holed on the back and it had a sheet for the cock and the balls, he squeezed my dick and balls in place, being well lubed inside the shorts, it was no problem getting all in place. Additionally I felt him adding something to the cockring, it seems he adds wires to it, so that ring is obviously part of a tens unit. He also did the same on the back at the plug – I guessed it was part of that unit as well. Again he told me to lift the leg and he applied some long rubber socks to both legs, going even over the knees. Then he told me to stretch my arms and he pulled up long rubber gloves on each hand, reaching almost up to the armpits, they fitted like a second skin.

‘I have a special shirt now here, I will take off your hood now and you will keep your eyes closed, boy – don’t even dare thinking about opening the eyes, you will regret it deeply if you do, boy’ he said and stood behind me and unzipped the hood, took it off, and I kept my eyes closed as he ordered. ‘Put your arms up, I’m going to slip down that shirt on you, boy’ he ordered. My arms went into the rubber shirt which seemed to be not too thick and quite short, my head disappeared inside too and to my surprise there was a hood attached to it which he pulled down over my head. He straightened the rubber on my arms and on the head, the hood had nose and mouth hole, but again I was blind as it did not have eyes again. The shirt reached just over my chest, so I assumed it was some sort of ‘underwear’ and not meant to be a full shirt.

‘Hold still now, it’ll be over quick then,’ he said, when I immediately felt some pain on my dick – he inserted a catheter into my dick and once it was all inside inflated the balloon inside, so that it won’t be getting out so soon. He then led me to a chair and told me to sit. Then he again told me to lift my foot to step into the legs of that rubber suit he has now for me to wear. He helped both legs inside the suit, pulled it up over my knees, straightened the rubber and told me to get up again. Then he continued pulling the suit up over my waist, carefully pulling the tubes of the plug again through the holes on the back again, and carefully squeezing dick and balls in the existing sheets, making sure the catheter also goes in the right opening of that sheet on the front. Then he continued pulling up the suit which was quite tight on the body – obviously a neckentrysuit. Being at the chest he then told me to get my arms inside the sleeves – again the suit was well prelubed so they slipped in well and my hands ended in the attached gloves. He finally pulled the suit over my shoulders, straightened the rubber on the arms and body before pulling the attached open-face hood over my already covered head. On the backside over the shoulders was a two-way zip, he closed it from both sides towards the middle and the clicking of a padlock ensured me that I won’t be getting out alone there.

He suddenly slapped my hard dick several times quite hard, I was surprised and because of the pain the hardon quickly was gone. That’s better, he said and pulled on both, my dick and balls, stretching them away from my body. Then he applied something I could not make out what it is, but I felt my balls and my dick suddenly squeezed into something hard and tight, there would be not much room left to get hard again without pain. The device must have been two halfs which I heard snapping together once fully closed and encasing my genitals tightly. Some belt was then applied over my waist and a strap went down to that device and buckled in place, another strap from the back through my legs looped through the tip of that device, and when strapped tight pulled that device tight between my legs to the back, pushing it tight and close between my legs backwards – I think it must look now as if I had no genitals anymore, they sort of disappeared between my legs, and if I would get any hard, I’d be in serious trouble. Again he told me to lift the leg to slip into some shorts, he pulled them all up and I noticed them being quite strong rubber, he then fed the tubes on the backside through holes in the shorts – this time all three tubes, the two of the plug and the one of the catheter which now pointed all backwards, the shorts then zipped up, buckled up and the click of a padlock again ensured that as long as I am in this outfit there won’t be any fun for me…

‘That’s more like it’ he said ‘How does my boy feel so far?’ he asked. ‘Very good Sir, thank You Sir’, I replied, knowing some manners a slave should have towards his owner … and that’s what he was for the time being of course. ‘With that plug I can flush your ass regular, you’ll get only assorted fluids and vitamins for food, so it won’t be a problem and your current outfit will remain on from now on, boy. I’ll add as I see fit any time, but this current one will not be off so soon,’ he said to me. My dick tried getting hard, I loved this encasement, and loved being locked in it, and as he said he would add … that just excited me even more, but the tight encasement of my balls and dick got me immediately down to earth, causing quite some pain right away. ‘Now that the base outfit is set, I’m getting you ready for the evening entertainment – and my way of entertainment at the moment is having you sealed in and well tiedup for my eyes view.’ Sealed he said – so there’s more to come I thought and I had trouble to think about anything non related to prevent my dick from trying to get hard again.

‘Let me make sure you’re not getting cold now’ he said and told me to sit down again. He then ordered me to step into that next suit he had for me. But I found out there was just one large leg to get in, not two, so I thought it must be some rubbersack or similar I am getting in now. Once my feet were inside he stood me up again and pulled it up over my waist again, this time the tubes were not places in any holes, so I was to be sealed inside completely. But then he told me to put my arms inside the sleeves, so it was not a real sack then. I slipped my arms inside the sleeves which turned out to be way too long. He pulled the suit over my shoulders and began zipping and buckling up the backside of it, making it a tight fit around my body, while I had to balance, having both legs together in sort of one leg sleeve. Next came a gag in my mouth with a breathingtube, small enough to not cause troubles, large enough to prevent making much noise. On top of it he then pulled the attached hood of the suit, strong and heavy rubber wit nose holes and another hole for the breathingtube – once zipped shut a snug fit around my head, dampening most noise around me quite a lot. Then he crossed my arms in front of me – so the upper part of this bag was to be a straitjacket. He buckled the arms on the back too, closed the strap on the front over the arms; there was no way to get out anymore by then. No seeing, little hearing, no speaking, and no walking … I was definitely at his total mercy now. He called some other guy and together they carried my somewhere, stood me there against a post and he started using lots of straps to ensure I will be one with that post for as long as he wants. The straps went from the legs over the wais, chest, and shoulders, secured my neck and even my head so that at the end I wasn’t to move at all anymore, and doomed to stand there in my encasement for his display.

‘Good boy that is’ I heard him say to me. ‘I’m joining the others in their plays while enjoying the view on my property here for a while. But I don’t want you to get bored, boy, so I’ll have you enjoy yourself a bit. The remote control I have here will make sure of that.’ With that said he switched it on and immediately I felt the soft shocks on my cockring and on the plug – not too heavy, but enough to get me aroused, which of course caused plenty of trouble in the rigid prison my genitals were locked in. The shocks stopped after short time, just to come back in a different intensity shortly after. It seems he has some random programming on that device, random strength, random intervals … he was right, I won’t get bored for sure, having to control my dick to prevent it from getting hard … and that’ll be quite difficult …

I only could make out some dampened noises around me, there was for sure lots action going on, and all of the guys here are probably having lots of fun, and I was to remain here for display, still enjoying myself inside my prison, still swearing on that device around my genitals .. still … I loved it … The sweat has been building up before already, with the intense electroplay and my efforts to prevent any hardon I sweated even more – I felt it run down my body, and somehow I lost track of time too … it was hard, it was horny, I loved it and I hated it, but at the moment there was no choice for me – all I could do was to wait…

After what seemed hours later to me – maybe it was hours, maybe a lot less … I noticed the shocks have stopped for quite some time now, and after a moment I felt the straps one by one being removed. I was held towards the post; else I think I would have fallen, weakened from all the sweating and coping with my situation. I was laid down on the floor before the straps of the straitjacket were opened. The hood came off, all buckles undone and I was let out of that bagsuit. Still sitting on the floor I was told then to relax a bit and drink this – the breathingtube was fed into a bottle and I could suck in the fluids which tasted a bit strange, but I could use any refreshment I could get so eagerly emptied it slowly.

I heard him say now that it is late and the weekend is young so it is time to get me done for the night and I was told to get up on my feet. I stood up and was lead to another room. He told me to lay down there on the floor. I went down and found some padded ground where I laid down and stretched. He pushed my feet into the end of a rubbersack. It was a quite stiff material, so must have been very thick rubber. He adjusted the middle and upper part of the rubbersack and pushed my arms inside the inner sleeves of it. Again I could feel the stiffness of it, so I was sure it was not just a think rubbersack, but some really heavy rubber, at least 1/4 inch thick or maybe more. Being such thick material it almost fell in place by itself once my body was in the right position inside. The zip was just as heavy, the kind you use in drysuits, and having zipped it up to the neck it tightened the sack around my body, still comfortable and not pressing hard on it, but tight enough to prevent much of a movement. The neck sealed off the rest of the body from my head that was still outside. He than took off the gag, warning me that if I’d make any sort of noise he’ll ensure I won’t be able to make any noise for the next few days at all.

I heard the slamming of some metal door and figured I must have been laid inside some sort of cage, and shortly after it was silent around me. Being exhausted from that evening (yes, even not doing much but ‘hanging’ around makes you exhausted) – I dozed away quickly and even though I woke up several times from the pain in my dick while getting hard, I still can say I had some sleep during might … what will be coming tomorrow … this turns out to be a good choice I made to volunteer for that slave part in this auction…

To be continued …

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