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Friday evening though he mentioned we should make sure it’s going to be alright, so i should have a test-sitting in the chair.

Fully immobilized strapped tightly inside, the fuck machine under the seat placed appropriately, tens connections on the tiny chastity cage and my balls, the large silicone gag and blindfold were buckled on before he closed and locked every parton top and front of the box.

He gave it a test run then, fuck machine turned on, slow but deep strokes by the almost 2 inch wide and 8 inch long dildo, tingling on dick and balls stimulating, though the chaisty not allowing any painless growth… i started moaning and grunting, part pleasure and part discomfort in a mix.

He watched for probably ten minutes, i struggled, tested the strict and unforgiving straps inside holding me, attempting to get any influence to the torment in butt and on dick and balls, futile attempts of course.

Then he said: ‘Before i place the matching head box on top of iot, i’ll be adding some headphones with nice white noise, i think it would be a shame to get you out of it now that you’re settled so nicely in that box, i think it’s going to be early enough to let you out again after the party, so some time Sunday after brunch maybe, until then, just enjoy…’

my grunts in protest weren’t much different from the grunts of pleasure and torment before, so unlikely he realized my protesting to it so the headphones went on and i felt that head box, it was in place as well, but in my total isolation now it made no difference, just for the bystander it would hide a person suffering inside, nothign visible from that anymore.

i tried protesting harder, but for one, he did not at all react, if he een was close enough to hear, but also the tens and the fuck machine changed randomly their intensity, a lot of times i was too busy coping with what they delivered also.

I’d just have to suffer through it now… Sunday … a long time, i’d be sore like hell then, not that i can do anything about it in the meantime.

One thing though he did not tell me. The white noise would be interrupted regular with extreme hard music and noises ensuring i am not sleeping, also throughout the entire time subliminal programming was embedded into the white noise… by Sunday, the sleep deprivation and ongpioing programming had it’s impact to some extent already.

Ive been looking forward to this all week. He thought the big black trunk was just gonna be for a quick scene at the party Saturday. I let him keep thinking that shit.

Friday night I told him we should do a test run first. He was so fucking eager, practically shaking while I strapped him in super tight. Wrists ankles thighs chest everything locked down hard. Couldnt move at all. Got that fat 8 inch dildo seated deep, turned the fuck machine on slow, hooked up the TENS on his poor locked up dick and balls. Big gag, blindfold, then I closed and locked every single latch on the box.

He started moaning and grunting right away. That perfect mix of pleasure and oh shit this is a lot. I just stood there sipping my whiskey watching him struggle for like ten minutes. So fucking hot.

Then I leaned in and said real casual, Before I put the head box on Im gonna give you some nice white noise so you can really sink into it. He made some noises that sounded like he was protesting but who knows with all the grunting. Headphones went on. Then I dropped the head box over his head and locked it down. Done. Just looked like a normal fancy black trunk in the living room again. Nobody would ever guess there was a boy inside getting fucked and zapped.

I didnt tell him the white noise had random loud blasts of harsh music to stop him sleeping. Or that the subliminals were running nonstop.

Left him in there all Friday night. All day Saturday during the party too. A couple guys even put their drinks on the trunk and had no clue lol. All Saturday night as well.

When I finally let him out Sunday afternoon he was totally wrecked. Shaking sweaty voice all hoarse. The second the gag came out he started begging. Actually begging me to put him back in next weekend.

I just smiled and rubbed his head. Sure boy if thats what you want we can do this every weekend.

Inside I was grinning like an idiot. If only you knew. Youre gonna keep begging for it every single weekend. And in a few months you wont even remember why you ever wanted out. Youll be exactly what Im turning you into.

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Wrapping up its hands in tape, tying its arms round its chest like a straitjacket. Folding its legs and tying them so. Lubing up its ass and filling it with a giant, vibrating plug. It’s already rock hard and we’ve barely begun, moaning and flexing against its restraints. Too bad, really.

I made a special mount just for this purpose: a flat metal board with wheels underneath, leather padding on top, and a pole with numerous rings attached. I fit my toy with a belt and collar, both wide, and lift it up. Attaching it so it’s balanced on its knees. I blind it with tape, and stretch its mouth wide with a ring gag. for fun, I open its nose with some hooks, one going up over its forehead, and then two more on either side, going left and right around.

I pull up a chair. I secure a thick, clear plastic bag over its head, and let it sit for a bit. Flexing against the rope and tape and chains. After a minute, as it starts to whine, I cut off a corner of the bag, above its face. It can breath if it’s calm about it. I spark a joint, and breath smoke into the bag, and then pinch the hole closed. In and out, the bag crinkles around its head. After a few hits, I can barely see its face through the smoke. It coughs occasionally, and its throat and nose burn. By the time the joint is done, it’s so high it can barely think. The bag is starting to stick to its face a bit, slick with sweat and drool. Its cock is leaking onto the floor, the poor thing.