By Mister-X/Spartan

It was bedtime. Ike got the wooden pole. It was a duplicate of the one that was in his closet that he hung his hangers on. It was about 7 feet long, as the one in his closet was. That was what had gotten Ike the original idea. He liked it so much that he finally got a duplicate at Home Depot so he didn’t have to keep removing his clothes that were on hangers, then putting them back when he was finished.

Ike lay it down on the floor alongside the leather straps, the blindfold and the ball gag. He already had put his cock in his chastity device. Otherwise, he was naked. He lay down on his stomach and lay out the leather straps, then put the pole behind him. He had to sit up to put the strap around the pole and his ankles, having the pole go next to his body. After the ankle strap was tightened and buckled, he lay down again and positioned the pole. Next was the strap around his legs above his knees and the pole. Then the stomach, keeping this one as loose as required.

Then the neck strap. Then the ball gag. He got the handcuffs and ratcheted one side closed on his left wrist after making sure that his fingers would have access to the keyholes. He also made sure that the keys were at their usual accessible place. He put his blindfold on, stretched his hands down under the stomach strap, which now was covering his arms almost to the elbow, put his left hand next to the pole, reached under the pole for the right hand cuff with his right hand and pulled it to the other side after wrapping it around the pole, used his left hand to ratchet it on his right wrist, and checked to make sure he’d done everything. Satisfied, he rolled over onto his back. He tested to make sure he couldn’t move, attached to the pole he was resting on, and prepared to drop off to sleep.

Ike sat at a computer most of the day. He did that when he was not at class when he’d been at school, and now did it when he was at work. Doing that so often started causing him a problem with his posture. He finally noticed it, and realized that he was going to need to do something about it.

Ike also was into self-bondage. He was wondering if there was something he could do to force his posture to be straight, something that he could combine with his love for bondage. He had finished his laundry one day and was hanging his shirts back up when it hit him. He would remove the hanger rod and use that to attach himself to, forcing himself to lie erect.

The first time he did this it worked perfectly. He made sure to keep the keys to the handcuffs close at hand just in case. He started doing it on Friday and Saturday nights. Soon he decided to try doing it on those nights when he would retire for the night, keeping the keys in a nearby key safe, sounding the alarm when eight hours had passed. After doing this a few weekends he found that he was able to sleep normally, and didn’t need to keep the keys in the safe or have the alarm set, since he got his normal amount of sleep anyway.

It wasn’t long before he was doing it every night. It had the desired effect. Ike now had great posture, walking erect all the time, sitting erect at his computer terminal.

While at home, Ike belonged to several web sites with guys who were into bondage. He told others about the problem he had, and the way he had dealt with it. A number of others on these sites were also computer people who sat at a computer during their work day and sat at a computer when at home. They were interested and intrigued by Ike’s way of dealing with their inevitable problems with posture.

One of Ike’s internet chat friends, Randy, lived in the same city that Ike lived in, and said one day that it would help if Ike had pictures of this. When Ike pointed out that he couldn’t take pictures when he was strapped to the pole, Randy volunteered to take the pictures of Ike. Ike was nervous about having someone at his house when he was secured like that, but Randy said Ike could come over to his house, bringing the pole and straps, and he could take the pictures there. That seemed like a reasonable solution, and Ike agreed. They set up a time for this Friday night.

Ike had no pictures of himself on his profiles. He did take pictures of the pole and the various straps and other gear that he would use to attach himself to the pole, but not pictures of himself. He was too nervous about someone he worked with, or family members, recognizing him. He realized that he had not made it clear to Randy that he wouldn’t be able to take a picture of his face for posting. He figured that with the rubber ball gag and the blindfold on, he wouldn’t be recognizable. He didn’t have any recognizable marks on his body, so he wasn’t worried about that.

Randy had offered to pick Ike up at his home, saying that there was very limited parking where he lived, and Ike agreed to this. Friday night, when Ike got home from work, Randy was already there waiting. Randy waited outside while Ike went inside, changed clothes, got the gear and pole he was to be pictured in, and loaded everything into Randy’s car. Randy suggested that they have dinner first before going to his place, and Ike agreed to that.

Randy wasn’t quite what Ike had pictured him to be, being heavier and a little older looking than Ike had expected, but he was comfortable being with him. Randy, on the other hand, expected Ike to be somewhat unattractive, since he had no picture up, but was quite surprised to see that Ike was a handsome dude, though not well-developed.

The two discussed their likes and dislikes of food, and found a place that was suitable to both. Over dinner they started to get to know each other better. Both spent their workdays at computer terminals. Both lived alone in their own first-floor 1-bedroom apartment. Both had a computer at home that they spent a lot of time on. Randy wondered if Ike still had a bed, since he only seemed to talk about lying down on that pole, and Ike said that he still had one.

Ike had told Randy about his concern about having his face shown on the net, something he didn’t want to occur. Randy assured Ike that if this was a problem, he would make sure that his face didn’t appear, though he thought that when he had the gag and blindfold on it wouldn’t make much of a difference, and Ike agreed to allow pictures of him like that to appear. Randy started talking about his camera, but Ike had no knowledge about this, and wasn’t interested.

Dinner finished, which they each paid for their part, the two got into Randy’s car and left for his apartment. When they got there Ike could see that there was very limited parking, and Ike would have had to park a long distance away. Randy had his own parking space near his apartment, so they didn’t have far to carry everything.

When they got inside, Randy went in to change, since he had gone to Ike’s place straight from work. He left Ike to set up his pole and gear on the living room floor. Over dinner Randy had said that he wanted to start with pictures of the gear, then at various stages of Ike getting everything put on as he usually did. That meant that Ike had to strip as well, since he was used to being naked with only his chastity device on. Ike was a little nervous about doing that in someone else’s home, but he soon got over his reluctance.

Ike was out of his clothes when Randy emerged. He was wearing leathers, shirt, pants and boots, and presented quite a different image from what he had projected at dinner. Ike was somewhat taken aback, and was getting a little nervous. Randy was carrying his camera and just started explaining what he planned to do, where the best lighting would be, and started taking what Ike had laid out to where Randy thought it would photograph best. Randy’s concentration on the scene put Ike at his ease.

After everything was laid out in the best lighting to Randy’s satisfaction, Randy took a couple of pictures of the gear, looked at the result, changed the light setting slightly, and took another picture. When he was satisfied, he showed Ike the pictures he was going to keep and put up, and told Ike to begin doing what he would do.

Ike proceeded to do what he was used to doing every night, lying down on his stomach, putting the pole on top of his back, sitting up to take care of the ankle straps, and continuing with his usual process. Randy was taking picture after picture as Ike was progressing. Randy knew that Ike’s face was away from the camera except for when he would sit up and take care of his ankles, so he was careful to focus on close ups at that time.

When Ike had gotten to the point of strapping on his gag, Randy had a suggestion that would look better on the camera. He stopped and went into his room, emerging with two other types of gags. One was a spider gag, and the other was a leather penis gag. He told Ike that the two could both go on, one into the other, the spider gag being only big enough to be buckled behind his head in front of the pole, and the penis gag being big enough to go around his head and the pole before being buckled.

Ike was reluctant to deviate at all from his normal routine, but Randy was insistent that the other two gags would make for a much better picture, and finally Ike relented. Ike had never had gags of this type on before, and wondered how they would feel. He found that the first one kept his mouth open, and the second one filled it more than the rubber ball gag did. He didn’t mind the change, since it was just to get pictures. Randy took pictures of Ike strapping each one on, behind Ike for the first one, and behind and in front when the second one was installed, since the blindfold was also in place.

With this change done, Ike continued with his normal procedure. When he was finished, he rolled over and lay erect on the pole. At Randy’s request, he tried moving, but couldn’t. Randy continued taking pictures from various angles of Ike attached to the pole. When he was finished, he told Ike to just rest there like he normally did every night while he went to his computer and started processing and uploading the pictures.

Randy had taken pictures of Ike with the keys to his cuffs close at hand, and decided to take one with the keys not in sight. He knew that he would be able to unlock Ike’s handcuffs when he’d finished with his job, but wanted to leave Ike like he was until he got all the pictures uploaded and was satisfied with them, so he hadn’t returned the keys back for Ike to access them. Without the keys Ike would be able to maneuver the pole from being behind his back by gradually inching it either up or down, but he still would have his hands cuffed behind his back.

Randy had been processing the pictures into a format that could be uploaded. He also called his friend Tino to tell him that he had company and should not come by as usual for their Friday night get-together. The pictures got finished. Randy was pleased with how they looked. He went back out to the room where Ike was still attached to the pole, and told Ike that the pictures came out well except for the last few. Randy picked up the camera and started taking pictures again.

When the doorbell rang, Ike immediately got nervous. Randy went to the door and told Tino that he’d told him not to stop by, that he had company. Tino said, “I want to see who your company is.” He looked over at Ike, attached to that wooden pole unable to move, and remarked on that. Then Tino said, “Damn, he’s all set up ready to be taken advantage of.”

Ike got scared when he heard that and started instinctively trying to get out. He had never done anything like that before. He was trying to pick up the keys from nearby on the floor where he’d left them, not knowing that they weren’t there anymore.

Randy replied, “No, Tino. He just came here to get pictures taken.”

“Well if you’re not going to take advantage of him, I am.”

“Tino, I can’t allow that. I think you’d better leave.”

“You ain’t going to stop me, Randy. We’ve been through this before. Now just quit complaining and put your hands behind your back so I can cuff them.” Tino pulled out handcuffs from his rear pocket and grabbed Randy’s arms.

“Hey, what are you doing? Damn it, Tino, this guy came here on good faith. You can’t just take advantage of anybody I happened to have here.”

Tino had gotten Randy’s wrists cuffed by then, and went over to Ike, removing the penis gag from him. Ike tried to speak, but couldn’t with the spider gag keeping his mouth rigidly open. Tino went over to Randy and said “I need to keep your mouth closed while I’m having your friend service me.”

Randy started to say “no, you ca …” as the gag Tino had removed from Ike was inserted and buckled in the back.

Tino said, “I’m taking you into your room and securing you there so you don’t interfere. I’ll get to you later.” Tino left the room with Randy, and was soon back alone. He went over to Ike and unzipped his pants, pulling out his erect cock. He dropped down onto his knees above Ike’s mouth and inserted it. He told Ike “suck. If you don’t, I’ll start beating you.”

Ike did as ordered, and soon Tino erupted down Ike’s throat. He sat back and said “good boy. Now to take care of Randy.”

Soon Ike heard the sounds of someone being beaten. After the sounds of beating had ended, Ike heard sounds of one guy fucking another, the one getting fucked being gagged. After these sounds ended, Ike heard the sounds of chains being moved around and padlocks being clicked. Finally Tino came into the living room again.

Tino came up to Ike with a roll of duct tape. He first wrapped it around Tino’s mouth which the spider gag had forced open. Then he used it to attach the ends of the pole to the nearest restraints attached to Ike in order to prevent Ike from inching it off his body. When he had finished, he said “I’ll be back later to continue. Don’t go anywhere my lovely. Your friend Randy certainly isn’t going anywhere. But he’s used to me restraining him all weekend. You’re not. You’re going to have to start getting used to it.”

 

To be continued …