By nyc49

I stood there, waiting. I didn’t really have a choice. But I didn’t stand still. I knew there was nothing I could do to escape – metal cuffs and chains can’t be loosened or untied with mere patient efforts. However, I couldn’t stand still and stay something like comfortable. I could still roll my shoulders a little, even with my hands cuffed behind my back, which took a small part of the strain off them, for a few minutes at a time. In the same way, I could move my feet back and forth about a half inch despite the shackles, so if I shuffled a little, my quads could feel a little relief, as well as my back. I couldn’t do much about my neck, though the chain had a little bit of play, and my jaw was soon tired from the ball gag. Since I was locked against a pillar, the more I moved, the more the pillar rubbed between my butt cheeks, which didn’t help with my caged dick.

To distract myself, I tried to assess how bad my situation was. Absolute worst case scenario: a stray ember hits the shed I was in, and I’m left as a singed piece of meat, hours before anyone even notices the fire, like some bad episode of CSI. Highly unlikely to happen. What about getting discovered by strangers? Ted had suggested that a real estate broker could show up any minute. When he and his clients wanted to check the interior of the shed, they would find me in a state they would never forget. The cops would undoubtedly be called, and my story would move from the police blotter to the internet, and my life would be over.

Maybe the next people to come in would be my hosts, Len and Bill. Ted had described them as “bondage friends.” What exactly did that mean? Were they looking forward to playing with me? And by “with” I mean as a plaything? While I had discussed my limits with Ted, I didn’t know this couple, and I had no way of knowing if he had passed along what was acceptable. Of course, if Ted had asked me if it was OK to put me in my current situation, I probably would have said no, too. But what if they didn’t know that I’m not into, say, anything that leaves marks? Or watersports? This could get ugly fast, and since I was gagged, I would have no way of telling them, and there was no pre-arranged safe word or safe signal.

Or perhaps it was just me and Ted today? But he had told me he didn’t have access to the keys he had used to lock me to the post (or the key to my chastity device), so that could mean I would be here for a long time. And, despite my discomfort, that prospect kept my dick filling the chastity cage in a painful manner.

I heard a car pull up the driveway. I would know what was coming next soon enough. The wait was agonizing. Why wasn’t whoever arrived coming right in? Of course, I was in a shed at the back of the yard. Maybe whoever was coming was going into the house first. Or didn’t even know I was in here. I heard some steps. The door to the shed unlocked and I saw two men at the door. The light came in and at first I squinted, forgetting how dark it had been. They came to me, not looking too surprised.

“So Ted was good as his word,” said the taller one, as the shorter one smiled. OK, so, this must be Len and Bill. That was a relief, sort of. “He’ll do nicely,” said the other one, as he slapped my abs. “Indeed,” said the first, as he grabbed my ass with one hand and my balls with the other. I grunted a little, hoping to get their attention.

“Should we take him inside?”

“He’s locked to the pillar. Do you have the key?”

The first one looked at the lock.

“I’m not sure which lock this is. Is it Ted’s? We’ll wait until he gets back with the supplies.”

I grunted again, hoping somehow I could tell them where the keys were. It’s not like they couldn’t just take out the ball gag. The second one rubbed my head.

“You can stay here for now. I mean, of course you will, right?”

They turned around and left me, hoping that nothing happened to Ted on his trip to Home Depot.

After a while (how long? No idea.) I heard another car pull up, followed by some voices at what I guessed was the door of the house. And then the voices going back in the house. Apparently Ted’s first priority wasn’t checking in on me. A while later – long enough for me to go through my whole list of anxieties again – the three of them came back.

“Good to see you haven’t left,” joked Ted, who grabbed my chin, and then my balls. I grunted, as if to say, “did you find the keys?”

“This is Len,” he said, pointing to the shorter one, “and Bill. We’re going to have some fun with you tonight. You’re going to like it. Well, you don’t have much choice, but we hope you’ll like it.” He grabbed the lock on the chastity device as he said “choice” to drive his point home.

“Time to get the keys?” asked Ted.

“We couldn’t find the combination to the real estate agent’s lock box,” said Len. My heart sank. “Still, I found an extra key to one of the locks, so let’s hope that works.” He reached behind my head and, sure enough, managed to unlock the padlock attaching my neck chain to the pillar. Ted knelt down and undid one of the shackles at my ankles, re-attaching it as he took it from behind the pillar, and he did the same with one of the handcuffs, locking them again behind my back. I didn’t exactly feel liberated, but it was good to be able to move my limbs more than a few inches.

Bill took my arm and we walked outside, where the sun was still up – maybe I wasn’t locked up as long as I thought? I shuffled because of the shackles, and as we went through the yard. They took me to the front door of the house, where I saw the lock box. It was a pretty standard model, with four numbers to the combination.

“Did you try 1234?” asked Len, as Bill fiddled with the box.

“And 4321. We’ll have to get it eventually.”

“Didn’t you write it down?”

“Somewhere. Let’s look for it after dinner.”

They all agreed that was the best course of action, except, of course, for me. I grunted again through the gag.

“Oh, right, you’re probably thirsty.” They took me over to a spigot that connected to a hose. Len turned it on, and Ted guided my head towards it.

“We can take this off now, I guess.” He said, unbuckling the strap at the back of my head. I put my face as close as I could to the spigot and drank before I even said anything. I must have been getting dehydrated waiting in that shed.

“Thanks,” was all I could say.

“Sure. We’re going in for dinner. We’ll let you know when we’re ready for you.” And with that they went in the house. I tried to follow them, but Ted stopped at the door, shook his head, and closed the door behind him. I heard the deadbolt turn and their voices trail away as they went inside, without me.

So, here I was with my hands cuffed behind my back, a chain locked around my neck, my ankles chained together, and wearing nothing but a locked chastity device. I felt more than a little exposed. I walked around the house, thinking maybe they had left the back door open. I found it, but when I turned the handle (not easy with my hands cuffed behind me) it didn’t budge. I also saw Bill at the kitchen window, waving his finger at me. They had thought of this. I returned haltingly to the front of the house and looked at the lock box. If only I could open it, I could at least get the keys and maybe I could get the collar and – please! – the chastity device off me.

The light was beginning to fade, and I had trouble seeing the numbers. And with my hands behind my back, I didn’t have much dexterity to manipulate the locking mechanism. I was tired and defeated, and I sat down, waiting for whatever was going to come next.

 

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