(Fiction) I never got invited to his BDSM parties, always wanted to, but did not want to beg or push myself on to him, so it was a huge surprise when he invited me… but not for the party as guest, instead he asked if I wanted to volunteer to be part of the decoration, a rubbered up suspended item in the party area. That wasn’t so much participating as I wanted, but better than no invite at all, so I did not even doubt but agreed right away.
I arrived Friday afternoon at his place and he showed me that generous party basement in his huge home. He said thanks for volunteering to do this at the party, let’s give it a try to see how well it fits and works.
I had been in the nub chastity of his already for a few days, sent to me in preparation, he said at the time, the plug insertion took some time, the getting into that one piece suit he had ready for me took the longest, primarily because of the long tubes into the nose, a ten incher for breathing, and a 30+ inch leading far down into the belly, also of course there was that massive embedded gag.
The rest of the preparation was quick, that muzzle, that padded suspension harness over the torso and around upper thighs, those armbinders keeping them straight at the elbow, those ankle restraints…
Then the steel cables, springs, spreaders and chains coming off the ceiling were attached and used accordingly, so that in no time I was suspended as intended, slightly hogtie-like, springs on head and sides allowing slight swinging movements, nothing big though, and he heard slight moans from me, silenced by gag and hood into almost not being heard though, every move I made twitched my butt muscles, that plug massaging my prostate, giving my already severely struggling dick in this tiny prison continued troubles.
I heard him laugh when he watched while checking every chain, cable and hook holding me secured up mid air, telling me: ‘Someone seems to enjoy it as it seems!’
Patting my caged dick and the balls made me briefly twitch, just to moan even more realizing that utter helplessness I had been placed in, too horny not to love, but also quite frustratingly countered by the tiny dick cage and that slightly too large plug. But then he continued:
'I know the party is only tomorrow, but it looks great, you enjoy it obviously, so do I actually, looking at and knowing you’re stuck like that. I would say it would be a shame to undo it all now again just to have to repeat everything tomorrow again.
I think I’ll just winch you up all the way to the ceiling, where you’re supposed to end up for the party anyway, then I’ll point the streaming cam on you to entertain the guys visiting my pay channels, that way that fantastic view of you is not just enjoyed by me here, but also a few thousand of those pay members until tomorrow, when the party starts.
I’ll hook up the tube down your belly with water supply stuffed into the compartment above in the ceiling, so you’ll get plenty cool nutrition fluids, the suit is watertight, so if you need to piss, just go ahead anyway.
Of course the party won’t end before Sunday morning, after that, right underneath you, the brunch buffet will be prepared… naturally I doubt people will start brunch before noon either, but I guess you’ll just have to wait until some time in the afternoon then before I can take you off and out of all this again.
But hearing you moan, or is that grunts… well, it makes not really a difference, as it is barely to hear, so I just assume you’re happy about all that and won’t mind that you’re stuck now anyway, not that it matters…
Well, just enjoy, we’ll talk Sunday afternoon again then.’
Moments after that I felt the winch lifting me higher and higher, here in the center of the room I knew the ceiling wa about 11 or 12 feet high and I was ending up dangling from the top up there in no time.
Slightly swinging from every attempted move, moaning even more as each move kept working the plug and my dick could not get any joy, would start hurting sooner or later from constant trying even, I was torn between that extreme horny situation itself and the scary fact of what I just heard, being stuck in this util Sunday afternoon, and I was absolutely certsin that this hornyness only lasts that long, then boredom, extreme frustration while half horny constantly, but most of all, aching of parts of the body stcuk in this would repalce all the excitement, and the majority of my time up here I’d be actually suffering instead of enjoying.
But my previous attempt to protest, as he noted, grunts only that sounded like moans, all so silent that they’d not even disturb those close enough to hear, futile attempts to protest then, and I knew there was nothing that would change for the entire duration either, both, attempts to struggle and move as well as attempts to make sounds would just be received as 'that guy up there is obviously horny as hell and loving it up there’.
I knew I was fucked, stuck , no matter how much I loved it now but would hate it in a few hours and most of the remaining time up here. If I had known he’d do that, I would not have shown up today already, but come around only tomorrow, but it was too late now…
It was a tough weekend for sure, hearing all that noise, not seeing a thing, not feeling much other than the frustrations and aching of my body parts, being pretty much ignored by anyone down there having fun with each other. But I made it to the Sunday afternoon at the end, not that I had a choice in it.
When he released me, I needed quite some time to stretch without pain, move without pain, get proper feeling and coordination into my limbs, but also get the aching out of my jaw and adjust to light again, see clearly.
He prepared food, desperately needed for sure, and I did not even bother to complain, what sense would it have made anyway, instead I actually thanked him for the invite, even if it wasn’t exactly how I anticipated a visit here would be for such party weekend, adding with some laugh even that my body would surely remember the weekend for a while also.
He laughed also, but after a while then said: 'I have parties like this every other weekend here, you surely know they are well known all over everywhere, hence the waiting list for invitations is also miles long.
Yesterdays theme was rubber, hence you’re dress up accordingly, but the themes change with each party, army, leather, rubber, sports, raingear, industrial, pretty much all fetishes one can think of that have related outfits.
One of my usual decoration objects canceled short notice twice now, hence the need to invite a replacement, which happened to be you this weekend. Putting you on the actual invitation waiting list, given that the majority of guests is regulars, only very few are selected off that list to complete the numbers, it would take years for you to be able to come here as guest.
But if you want I can offer you that spot of that guy who canceled twice, I need someone reliable, do not want to have to search every time, so if you’d be interested…
You’d be dressed and packed according to the theme of the party, spend the weekend then well placed to be a horny decoration addition to the party, obviously unable to get out of that for sure, objects aren’t supposed to get anywhere from where or however they are placed.
I know it is a long drive, but you’d have to come here Fridays and leave Sunday evenings just like this weekend. You’d entertain my pay channel each of those weekends as you did this weekend, be present in whatever ways you are packed during the party event and brunch the next day, release, dinner and return Sunday evening. To compensate for that long drive every other weekend, I can offer you 10% of the pay channel income each of those weekends. But it also comes with one more quirk, I insist that the guy who’s going to be the regular object on my parties remains in an even smaller chastity cage permanently, also in the time you’re on your own at home. What do you say?’
Well, I did not think of repeating this, but years and years waiting to 'maybe’ get an invite versus… well.. I can say I am at every single one of his parties, do not have to say how I spend time here… at least something I would say, as horny as it makes me now to think of inescapable bondage by him… every other weekend… I just switched off my brains and blurted out a quick 'Yes, please, I’ll never cancel, you can bet on me being here every other weekend for sure.’
He nodded, said: 'finish your food then, we’ll close that deal then after that.’ He then disappeared while I quickly finished, still aching quite a bit I thought about regretting it maybe, but looking at my dick standing strong on the mere thought of doing this, I waves every concern off immediately.
He came back with some small steel stuff in his hands, told me 'Let’s seal the deal then’, and while I wasn’t focused, he grabbed my balls and squeezed them painfully har while giving y dick a few hard slaps. I was not at all enjoying pain, my hard dick was limp in no time, that pain took away any horniness my brains would have wanted to work on.
He however used that extreme limpness immediately, I almost missed the steps he did, that base ring was on my dick and balls in seconds and so was that 'cage’, well it was a pretty much flat plate, inside a small half round shape attached to it, and in its center an around one inch long hollow steel rod was present. He shoved that rod into my dick and once that half round covered the tip of my dick, pushed the limp dick pretty much back into the body until that plate was able to be attached on to the base ring, with that then hiding the presence of my dick rather completely.
But that was not the end. He looped a steel wire through the base ring on its top, ensured to center the long wire before using the tools to crimp it shut right above the base ring, then another crimping the two wire parts together 2,5 inches higher up. From there he wound the ends around my hips, making sure they are above hip bones so when he tightened then on the backside, they were tight enough to not be able to pull down over those hips anymore after he used the crimping tools back there also again, the still longer ends of the wires then went down the butt crack and to the from, right underneath my balls, looped through the base ring of the chastity there and then pulled tighter before also being crimped shut again, excess wire then cut off and some small shrink tube covering the ending to avoid scratching skin. The speed in which he did all that including the heating of that small piece shrinking tube, before I even know it that base ring was mounted right to my body, held tight to it by those steel wires around my hips and through the crack to the front again.
I was just standing there, shaking my head while he did, still looking for words to comment, by the time I had mumbled something like 'what the fuck are you doing there’ he was already finished.
I inspected the whole as he told me I could try… that base ring was not moving away from my skin, that steel wire did not slip down over he hips, I could move the wire at my butt hole to the side just enough for the needed, but none of all that had keys, expect the flat plate cage connected to that ring. This wasn’t supposed to come off, this was as he said… all the time…
But even more then, while I stil was stunned from the quick ways in which he did all that, he already was down at the front, holding my locked dick and balls firmly, not allowing me to move away, when I tried he squeezed my balls painfully. Holding me there, I saw him insert a drop fluid into that small lock connecting ring and cage, then insert a tiny thin pin completely into that, adding another drop fluid at the end, blowing slightly over it, then finally letting go of my junk.
He explained then: 'That seals the deal then, Lock is perma glued shut, steel wires are perma closed also. The only way to get any of that off you is to cut everything off. While the steep wires maybe the easier part on that, the chastity device squeezes your skin everywhere so tight, finding a way to cut that will be difficult and most definitely cut you in the process severely also. I take you by your word, at no time ever will you cancel, every other weekend you will be here Friday and I will get you ready and keep you objectified all weekend then. That chastity ensures you never forget.
Now get dressed, you need to get going to get home. See you in two weeks.’
I was still puzzled, still speechless, but I got dressed and was on my way indeed then. All the way I kept thinking about that thing down there, I felt it, every part of tit, that was now … damn…. permanent… fuck… what did I do… fuck….
The two weeks at home were hell, at first thinking back on the weekend made me horny again and again, adding to the fact of not having cum for a long time and being over horny in general already, this fucking device drove me mad, day and night. But I did manage to get through the time. As matter of fact, the longer I suffered, the more I looked forward to that next weekend, suffering still, but with the horny aspects of the situation added at least.
All over though, the excitement was always present, time after time, so the frustrations in-between were 'accepted’ by me, each weekend was some other horny way of keeping me helpless objectified completely.
I also had no idea how much his paid video channel actually made, that 10% fee he gave me each of those weekends was every time generous, but I told him to accumulate those, asking to make it a year and then see how much I could collect then.
I kept doing it, as promised, no canceling ever, even if there were weekends in which I would rather not have gone there and had done something else instead. That year then finally passed, 26 of my weekends spent there, every one of them hard but not any less exciting every Friday arriving to get into whatever he chose, and by now actually regretting every Sunday when I have to leave for two weeks again.
At the end of that weekend, still strapped into a contraption as I was all weekend, but everyone else gone, he removed my blindfold, gag and finally hood, then held a check in front of my eyes, when I saw that number I swallowed and my eyes must have doubled in size. He laughed, adding; 'Our deal is beneficial to both of us, your suffering isn’t all for nothing either.’
I could just whisper an astonished 'wow’, he then asked what I was going to do with all that money. I had no idea, did not even think of that anymore, but still feeling all those restraints keeping me stuck as I was all weekend, my dick attempting to get hard yet again without any chance while my butt muscles massaged that by now huge dildo up there even more, my brain flipped, throwing out any form of reason or common sense, and I blurted out:
'I’d love to be able to use it to hire you for a job.’ He looked surprised, but also laughed, he’d unlikely have anything to offer I’d be able to hire him for, but just out of curiosity he wanted to know what I had in mind.
'I’d like to hire you to kidnap a person for real, but once kidnapped, ensure that person can never leave, that person being me. Given the situations you have me in every other weekend, you’d have no real work with it either, as I am helpless every time and cannot prevent a thing. Well, I’d say you could just use my mobile to call me in sick and arrange things from there, use the money then to arrange that disappearance, dissolve my previous existence somehow.’
He looked still surprised, but also clearly thinking. then he asked: 'So you’d hire me to not telling you a thing, but one of the weekends coming just not letting you leave anymore?’
I did not even expect him to think about this stupid horny idea, but hearing that, I just nodded heavily. He issued a slight 'hmm’ and went behind me, I heard him grab stuff out of drawers. Moments later then he was in front of me and before I even could react, he used two smaller cut offs of tegaderm, I knew that stuff, sticking to the skin extremely well, forced my eyelids closed and stuck one of each over the closed lids, making sure to stick it on to my skull skin well.
Once done with it, that hood I was wearing all weekend went back on, so did the blindfold, even if no longer needed, and the massive gag. My again hooded head was then also fixed immobile as it was earlier. then I heard him again, shouting a little to ensure I understand well:
'I mean, I DO have the pin code of your mobile ever since you gave it to me a few months ago when it kept ringing and you had me check why. So I just thought, why wait for any other future weekend, no time as good as the current time.
Consider yourself kidnapped as of this moment already. I taped your eyes shut because it is unlikely you will ever see again or have the need for that again, even while swapping hoods, gear of blindfolds, your eyes won’t open anymore.
I had several more extended ideas for a long time, you’ll be perfect to execute some of those on. For one, after a thorough depilation of all your head and facial hair permanently, your head will be permanently sealed up, there will be no longer any contours, a smooth oval-like shaped item sticking up on your neck. To achieve that, permanent tubing of nose holes, leading directly into the lung, as well and a severe gagged mouth with embedded tube down your stomach, the three required openings well hidden on the backside of the oval shaped plain head. Additionally your ear drums will be replaced with buds, allowing full control on what or if at all anything is heard by you, mostly it will be white noise though.
As a permanent, object you no longer need or have an identity or any facial features allowing recognition of an individual.
The plug will be hollow in future, and regularly replaced with bigger ones, until one day permanently fixed in your butt also, while the hollow part of it remains sealed with a rod or dildo mostly, but can be open as needed, your dick is already permanently gone anyway.
This will give me then a blank thing, an item, no face, no identity, and while I have the knowledge on his to keep you healthy for decades to come without issues, you will not longer have anything or anyone, but become a think in my home, placed, dressed, packed or restrained as I choose, or.. well.. as my pay viewers in the video channel choose most of the time actually.
And … well.. you asked for it, if you think I cannot do this, I do have the needed ideas and connections to dissolve your previous life, the means to keep you as this object permanently and… just in case, your pretty much begging to hire me to kidnap you is also on record, so… maybe you thought it would happen one of the coming weekends or not, well, it happened right now.
While previously you were objectified for the weekend but I recognized you are equal person the remain time, that’s ended also, as such, you’re an object to be controlled, any verbal communication is to control what you do and when you do it, and as object you obey as told, you did experience some of the tens units I have to ensure compliance just in case, there is obviously soon enough no longer any response possible anyway, so there won’t be any conversations either anymore, an object receives commands and executes then, that’s the sole extent of communication you will have from here on.
And as a final hint maybe, you’ll be stuck in the one or other ways most of your future, I’d say there’s 5% of your future spent moving, the rest you will be stuck, so in order for you to get used to it, I will feed you in an hour, but you remain like this another few days for sure.
And to clarify again: this was the last conversation you ever have. I would say I keep that money from the check then, as I believe I have delivered what you hired me for. Thanks for the order and payment.’
Then it turned silent, I heard him leave, but that was all there was…. he did feed me as promised, no talking though, shoc]king my balls when I attempted to talk during the feeding, since that it has been quiet, nothing, no sounds, no noises, no idea where he was, but not in the room.
I still thought it was not real, he wanted to teach me a lesson, even thought the same when it seemed the next day, but my body aching more and more, nothing at all happening, no response to my grunts, I got doubts… was this real real… did he really… will he really…
Well, he will, he did… preparations took a month, but that steel shell got welded around my head, padded inside, leaving no facial contours to ever be seen, the tubes preventing any form of noise in total, as no more air passed the vocal cords, I haven’t see since that day, not heard since a few days after, lost any and all feeling for time, I not longer know if I am stuck a day or two or more in the same predicament he placed me, I have no clue how I look, what I wear, all I think, not even sure about it either, that I still am in his house.
I have a full body electric pads workout once a day, every muscle in my body worked over by the tens, and not to die of total boredom, he gives me a continued tens treatment, randomly working on me, either stimulation, causing frustration, or shocks, some of those excessive even, keeping my mind in check, always waiting for the next pain or the next horny stimulation in anticipation.\
How long I am here by now though… I do not know.. maybe one of the readers here knows that house, knows those parties where some object with this steel contoureless thing as his head is always present as piece of decoration… maybe knock on that steel head, let me know there is something still out there in the world….
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