By Mister-X / Spartan

Mr. Johnson told Tim that he’d done the right thing, and if Roger worked out, Tim would be suitably rewarded the next weekend.  But in the meantime, Tim was placed in bondage as usual in the other room.  Mr. Johnson hoped that Tim and Roger would become pals, and that the two would confide in each other what their dungeon likes and dislikes were so he could find out and prepare accordingly.

This time when Tim joined Mr. Johnson in the car, he was not bound and put in the trunk, but put in the back seat, hands cuffed behind him, Mr. Johnson riding in the front passenger seat.  Mr. Johnson told Tim to help prepare Roger for his new home.  When they picked up Roger’s belongings and rode off, Roger also having his hands cuffed behind him, he and Tim were conversing in the back seat, Tim telling Roger what his life at Mr. Johnson’s was like.  On hearing all this, Roger’s eyes were getting wider and wider and there was a growing bulge in his pants.  Roger had also noticed that the chauffeur was gagged.  Tim had noticed that the chauffeur’s face was red.

Mr. Johnson had called ahead to alert the others about this new arrival.  Tim did not see Roger again until they went in for dinner.  Tim was, as usual, in his tight rubber cat suit, and Roger still had his suit on with his hands cuffed behind him, strapped to the chair like the others who were seated.  Roger was surprised at the change in Tim’s appearance with, among other things, the tit clamps showing through the rubber.  He asked Tim if those tit clamps hurt, and Tim responded that he was used to them by now since they were always on, even at work, but that no one was to speak when at the dinner table or they would be gagged and not fed.  Roger stopped speaking, noticing the gigantic gag on Tim’s attached hood.

After dinner, introductions were made by Mr. Johnson to the others in his household.  As with Tim on his first day, after dinner everyone was prepared as usual for the trip to the dungeon with Roger’s hood having eye holes for him to view everything.  Roger was out of his suit, and now had tit clamps and a butt plug as Tim had, and was told that these, plus his cock being put in chastity the next morning, would now become standard.  Never having had any of these on before, he was trying to get used to them.

Roger’s reactions to the dungeon were similar to Tim’s when he first saw everything.  And when Mr. Johnson told him that he would eventually experience everything there, he was a little worried that he’d gone too far too fast by moving in, since a lot of those devices were far more than he’d envisioned.  Tim figured this would be his reaction, and decided to have a chat with him the next day to reassure him.  When Roger was secured in his cage and watched everything that was being done his uneasiness increased.  And he hadn’t even seen the spiked sleep sack.  Just as he’d done to show Tim, that night Mr. Johnson put everyone into positions they hated.  Not knowing Tim’s, Mr. Johnson put Tim into one of two positions that he knew everyone hated.  He put Tim in strappado and hoisted him into the air, figuring that it wasn’t time yet to put Tim in the other, his neck in a noose and pulled up until Tim was on his toes.  The strappado was certainly something that caused Tim’s shoulders a lot of pain after a while, something Tim didn’t enjoy.

As had happened to Tim, Roger got almost no sleep that night.  And at “inspection” time the next morning for Mr. Johnson to inspect his attire, Mr. Johnson decided to get Roger the same kind of tighter clothes he’d gotten for Tim, though Roger, being about the same height as Tim, was thinner, being able to wear even tighter clothes than Tim.  Mr. Johnson took Roger’s measurements.  Tim was thinking this was a repeat of his beginning, and was glad he’d had the chance to tell Roger about his beginning so Roger could anticipate everything.  Both were secured and put in the trunk for the drive to the office.  Both were marched in, whereas before it had just been Tim, and both were bound and gagged on their knees in the adjacent room until approaching start time for work.  When they were let out and sent to the office to begin work, no one else had shown up yet, so Tim was able to answer Roger’s questions  about his new home.

At lunch time the two went out together.  They had become inseparable pals.  The office gossips had noticed this.  And at the end of the work day, both remained until the others had left.  On the way back to Mr. Johnson’s home, being bound in the trunk, they noticed that the car made a little side trip, was stopped for Mr. Johnson to pick up some items before continuing home.  Tim had told Roger earlier to expect this, that Mr. Johnson was getting him some of the same kind of tight hard shirts with the high stiff collar that he wore, as well as a smaller suit size in a heavier material.  At dinner that night Roger appeared wearing the same type of rubber cat suit that Tim wore, though it wasn’t as tight on him.  The two exchanged knowing looks.  The weekend passed with both getting experience in more devices, neither expressing either pleasure or pain for what they were placed in.  Tim had told Roger about Albert Bowen, and Mr. Johnson’s relationship with him, so Sunday morning wasn’t the shock for Roger that it had been for Tim.

On Monday, when both were now wearing the same kind of tighter clothes, as well as both being the first ones in the office, the office gossips had more to talk about.  But the two didn’t care, they were enjoying each other’s company and shared experiences.  Tim noticed how tight Roger’s pants were around his ass, thinking he looked ‘hot’ in these tighter pants, and wondered if his looked the same.  He figured they did, providing more fodder for the office gossips.  Tim asked Roger how he liked the hard tight shirt with that collar, and Roger said with a smile that it was both sharp looking and feeling.  Mr. Johnson noticed that Tim was starting to become a normal person again, which was one of the objectives he had hoped to achieve when inviting Roger to move in.

At the Friday evening chat, Mr. Johnson asked Roger how he was enjoying the experience.  Forewarned by Tim, Roger knew not to criticize, but to be open and frankly answer any questions Mr. Johnson had, providing the answers were always positive.  When Mr. Johnson got to asking specific questions about his likes and dislikes of dungeon equipment so far, Roger said that he hadn’t had enough experience yet, so would defer an answer to later.  When Mr. Johnson asked Roger about statements Tim had told him about his likes and dislikes, he frankly told Mr. Johnson what Tim had told him.  So Mr. Johnson finally got to hear about Tim’s likes and dislikes.  Likewise when Mr. Johnson chatted with Tim, he got some initial feedback on Roger’s likes and dislikes.  On finding that out, Mr. Johnson quickly started making mental plans.

But for the weekend, since Mr. Johnson owed Tim a suitable reward for recruiting Roger, he set him up Saturday in one of his likes.  While in his normal rubber cat suit, he was put into a rubber sleep sack, strapped tightly in it, and laid in a rubber lined coffin.  A gas mask was strapped over his nose which led through a fitted hole to the outside, this being the only access from the coffin to the outside, and the gas mask’s hose extension connected Tim’s nose and mouth to those bubbler bottles, one for inhaling and one for exhaling.  An internal heater was turned on to heat the coffin.  And Tim’s chastity was removed.  Additional rubber was used to completely fill the coffin before the lid to the coffin was pushed down, sat on, finally closed and locked.  It turned out that Tim liked to be roasting in rubber while confined in an enclosed space, his breathing restricted.  It was an easy one for Mr. Johnson to accommodate.  Tim had to skip meals to be in it all day and night, but he was happy with the setup.  He was beginning to enjoy his new home a lot more, particularly now that he’d found a friend to enjoy both home and work with.

Tim found that the bubbler bottles each had an opening at the base that went only one way.  Thus, when he would inhale, the air came through one bottle, and when he exhaled, the air went out the other bottle.  He had to exert some strong lung pressure to force the air down through the foot of water in the bottle when inhaling, but it easily went out the other bottle when exhaling.  It was good exercise for his lungs and nostrils, to breathe deeply while gagged and encased in all that hot rubber.

The next day, Sunday, after Tim was let out of his rubber coffin and got cleaned up, it was his turn to service the other boys.  In his new happier frame of mind, he enjoyed this task.  Tim was beginning to enjoy his stay at Mr. Johnson’s.  He even got to service both Mr. Johnson’s cock and Albert Bowen’s.

But Mr. Johnson wasn’t about pleasing his boys, though he was happy to reward them when they deserved it.  Mr. Johnson liked to have his fun, too, and he didn’t get it from seeing his boys happy.  Mr. Johnson was thinking of having some specially made shirts for Tim, the same kind with even higher collars, so that the sharp top was always pushing painfully into the underside of Tim’s chin.  Mr. Johnson knew first-hand how unbelievably more painful such shirts were to wear for any length of time, quietly being thankful that he didn’t have to wear those to work.

Mr. Johnson also thought about having Tim wear a series of those half inch high, 4 inch diameter thick rubber bands on his neck, one above the other, that Albert Bowen told him to have his chauffeur wear every day under his leather coat, starting with one for a week, then adding a second, until Tim’s neck would be fully covered with them underneath his high stiff collar, as his chauffeur’s was during the day.  But then he remembered that those rubber bands had turned his brash chauffeur into a quiet boy, just as Albert Bowen said they would.  He didn’t need to do that to Tim.

Mr. Johnson thought it was interesting that, with all the various devices he had in his dungeon, it was a simple thing like the shirts and tie Tim wore to work every day that he hated most.  But sometimes the simple everyday items were the ones that got people the most upset.  And Mr. Johnson also now knew from Roger that Tim, like his chauffeur, hated to have a tight noose around his neck, so Mr. Johnson could have Tim’s hated dungeon device ready for Tim as well.

And Roger would be able to be placed easily in what he hated most, which was to be suspended upside down.  Both could be easily set up in the room adjacent to his office.  Yes, Mr. Johnson was pleased and looking forward to the future, torturing his two new bondage slaves.  And he knew Albert Bowen would be pleased with this as well.  Life was good for Mr. Johnson.

When Tim and Roger were visiting before work started that day, one of their co-workers came into work early, came over to them and shyly, and hesitantly, started talking to the two about what he had heard about Mr. Johnson and the two of them.  After learning a few things about this new guy, the two told him to join them for lunch so they could discuss it further, since other co-workers were starting to arrive.  It looked like their little group was going to get another new member.

After dinner that night the new guy was introduced to everyone else.  And at the dungeon, the new guy got to see everyone put into devices they hated.  Mr. Johnson decided to do a re-enactment of Tim’s dream, using bandanas to gag him, rope to tie his wrists and ankles, as well as for the noose, and a piece of firewood set upright for him to stand on.  Tim was visibly upset, though this piece of wood was broader and steadier, so he didn’t fall off it.  Roger was also upset, suspended upside down.  They both realized that it was their friend revealing their secret to Mr. Johnson that caused them to be in this situation they hated.  But Mr. Johnson enjoyed it.

Tim was surprised when he awoke the next morning that he had not had that dream.  He wondered whether finally being put into that position would help him stop having that dream.  Or did he have that dream because he secretly wanted to be placed in that position?

The trunk of Mr. Johnson’s car was getting crowded.  At that Friday’s session Mr. Johnson found out from Roger and Tim what the new guy hated.  The next time he talked with Albert Bowen he mentioned his thought about getting some similar shirts with even higher collars for Tim to wear, the sharp edge always jutting painfully into the underside of the chin.  Albert Bowen said it was a great idea, that he would have 10 such shirts made for each of the four of them which will be required wear at work every day, that they should be ready in a week.

As Mr. Johnson hung up the phone he was thinking that he was glad that Albert Bowen was happy with his suggestion, when it hit him.  Four?!  FOUR?!  I have to wear them every day, too?!  Now it was Mr. Johnson’s turn to start shaking as he remembered the last time he had to wear such shirts.

After hanging up his end, Albert Bowen was chuckling to himself.  He was just kidding, not intending to start having his employees wear those incredibly punishing shirts at this time, but he wanted Lars to sweat it out a bit.  He wanted him to realize that he couldn’t just punish his boys indiscriminately, that he had a business to run as well, and couldn’t let increasing the bondage interfere with that, as these shirts would do.  They all liked their bondage to be extreme, but he wasn’t going to allow it when it interfered with work.  The current setup was working well for all his bondage slaves, and he didn’t want to jeopardize that.

 

The End

 

Metal would like to thank Mister X / Spartan for this story!

 

Note: Mister-X / Spartan will soon return to the Metalbond Prison Library with a brand-new story called The Game.