Part 2
Where was John and how long I had been hanging there? My arse was on fire and the plug beginning to hurt like hell. I'd tried moaning loudly into the hard rubber ball gag that had been strapped on tightly and covered in a black leather hood with pinhole eyes, but John had not returned and I had been hanging there for what must have been about an hour. Illumination from a single bare light bulb in the wire cage above me was turned off and only small streams of light filtered under the two doors; otherwise I would have been in total darkness.
All of a sudden to my relief I heard the door open. I tried turning my head and could just see through the small eye holes in the tight leather hood and I moaned as loudly as I could through the now painful gag: only muffled sounds came out and no-one was going to hear me outside this room even if the door was open. Someone unlocked the cuffs and lifted me from the sling and with both my feet were firmly on the floor I could finally stand upright but both legs were very stiff and aching. I screamed out loud as I was smacked on the plug up my arse which shot pain through the whole of my aching body. I was then grabbed from two sides and what must have been two men lifted me effortlessly off the floor and dragged me out of the room. It was difficult to work out where I was going but it wasn't until we reached some stone steps that I realized we were going down into a cellar or basement. I heard the sound of a heavy steel door being opened in front of me and I was dragged through various rooms until we came to a stop. I was forced to lie down on a small cot with what appeared to be a rubber sleep sack laid on top of it. I was lifted onto the sleep sack and my feet were forced into it. I tried to kick them but a swift slap across the face and a large hand over my gagged mouth and nose quietened me down very quickly. These guys meant business and I realized if I was going to survive this then I was going to have to co-operate! The hand was removed allowing me to breathe again and they continued to push the rest of me into the rubber bag including both hands in the side pockets and zipped it up quickly making sure my cock and balls were sticking out through the zip in the middle.
I felt a rough hand squeeze my balls and I moaned in agony as he gripped tight. I was then secured further with some very tight rubber straps that started at my feet and went up the body to my neck. I was again completely helpless and all I could do was squirm futilely and wriggle slightly as I was roughly forced over on my front. I felt the arse zip opened and one of the men said take a deep breathe' - at the same time removing the plug that had been stuffed in my arse. I nearly died through the pain and as the sale cum and piss rushed from my gaping hole, but lubricant was stuffed into my arse and it wasn't long before a gentle heat began radiating from this so that I didn't realize that another plug had been inserted until I heard the sound of pumping air. I felt the plug being inflated inside me until I was almost ripped in two -- there was no way that I was pushing it out. Neither men had said anything up to this point as I was roughly pulled back onto my back and the leather hood untied and pulled off from my sweaty head and the hard rubber gag removed. Before I could say anything some water was poured down my throat to wash done some tabs they had put in my mouth, and another softer rubber gag forced into my mouth: I heard the sound of pumping air and the rubber gag began to inflate inside my mouth until my jaws were forced apart and I was forced to breath through my nose. One of the men continued to fondle my dick but all of a sudden I felt something slowly being slid down my urethra and I was unable to stop them doing it. I was scared to death to move now just in case they were doing something that needed me to remain very still. One of the men said With this catheter we'll be able to drain you whenever we want so don't worry about pissing and with this new gag you'll get plenty of your own piss to drink whenever you're thirsty'. I now knew what they were doing and they finished inserting the long tube of the catheter, keeping it place by pumping the small bulb at the end and gently pulling at it making sure it wasn't able to come out. They must have attached the catheter to my gag because all of a sudden I felt some warm liquid spill into my throat from the rubber gag. I began to choke but by swallowing the piss down as best I could I continued breathing through my nose. I had no idea whose piss it was maybe it was my own but there was nothing I could do about it but drink as fast as I could until it stopped. I then heard one of the men leave for a few seconds but returned quickly with a rubber hood which they fitted over the one I was wearing already. I was still gagged and as they fitted the tight rubber hood on top I began to panic as I was unable to breathe for a short time. However as they fitted it correctly I realized I could breathe through the nose holes although it was now all dark and my world was very dark and hot. My heart was racing as the two men lifted me effortlessly in the rubber sleep sack and placed me in what must have been a heavy wooden box as I heard a lid being closed on it and locked shut. Oh my god I was being locked away and no-one was going to find me. Where John was and what had they done to him? I tried desperately not to panic but the feelings were overwhelming and if it wasn't for some heavy bondage sessions I had experienced in the past I would have died for sure with the panic. I managed to bring my breathing back to normal and just lay there feeling the large plug stuffed up my arse and the gag stuffed in my piss filled mouth. I was completely at the mercy of my captors. I heard the men laugh as they walked out the room leaving me in darkness and a strange feeling of sleep began to fall over me quickly.
After some time in this darkness, alone, bound, gagged, catherized, plugged and helpless, I felt movement and believed that the box was being moved.
Part 3
I heard a masculine voice in the blackness. "Wake up." My head was shaken, so I knew that there was no longer a lid on the box, "You want out?" Was that John's voice? I didn't think so. From the blackness I moaned into the gag and tried nodding my head hoping my captors were going to release me - but I could hardly move. The drugs they must have given me earlier was still affecting my mind as I still felt giddy but the feeling wasn't all together unpleasant. When I had been forced to drink my own piss I must have recycled some of the chems they had forced on me earlier as I was still very high and horny. I tried again to sit up but the rubber sleep sack was secured so tightly that I was unable to lift myself up a centimeter. I was forced to lie still until I was lifted out of the wooden coffin and roughly thrown onto the cot and turned onto my stomach, pushing my dick and catheter to one side beneath me.
I immediately felt hands unzipping the arse zip and fingers feeling around the outside of the plug that had been forced up there ages ago. Without any further warning the plug was ripped from my arse and as I screamed in agony I felt some lube being forced up my arse and fingers roughly pushed into my aching hole. I heard the voice say "You'll love this", as he pushed the white powder up my arse as high as he could. I then felt someone manoeuvring himself on top of me and the head of a stiff dick aligning itself with my arse hole. With a grunt the man shoved his dick deep into my arse and started to slam my arse with his large dick. All I could do was moan and breathe the best I could. The two rubber hoods were making breathing very difficult and a hand on the back of my head forcing it down onto the cot mattress kept me from struggling any further.
The man fucking me grunted in pleasure as he shot his load deep up my arse. He continued fucking me and I felt him slow down before emptying his bladder: hot piss slowly filled my arse. When he had finished I realized he was pushing the large plug back in place so I was unable to empty my arse, which was now on fire. Aching and moaning loudly he shoved the hard rubber plug into my arsehole before zipping up the back of the sleep sack and roughly turning me over. I then felt him playing around with the catheter and feeling it withdrawn. . The next 10 minutes was spent slowing getting me out of the rubber sleep sack and rubber hoods. My eyes strained at the darkness of the cell which was only lit by a few candles but I couldn't keep my eyes off God from earlier (that evening?) standing over me wearing only some rubber chaps with his heavy pierced dick hanging low and long and his pierced tits gleaming in the dim light! His arms were heavily inked from the wrists to his pits and despite everything, I was in heaven!!
I was eventually left naked and as I stretched my muscles God, as if to prove a point that he was still in charge, reached behind me and pushed up against the large butt plug that had been in my stretched arsehole. I moaned loudly into the gag and lay still I'd do anything to get that plug out my arse! I tried to speak, but was unable to utter a sound, other than grunts. I was instructed to stand straight and told to put both arms into a leather straitjacket which was quickly buckled up from behind and my arms folded in front of me and secured at the back. Two leg straps were then pulled between my legs which also forced the butt plug to stay in place. Lying prone on the padded floor I became aware of the snugness of the straitjacket. It appeared to be new; the leather smelt of man sweat and piss as it held my arms across my lower chest in a very tight hug. The collar of the jacket was wide around the neck but small enough to make it difficult to pull my head through it. I could feel the three straps that closed the jacket down my back and the leather strap and buckle that held the sleeves of the jacket. He then placed on some additional locking leather cuffs just above my elbow and they were connected with a leather strap behind my back pulling my upper arms tight against my upper body. I realized I was now fucked and unable to escape. I pulled my arms against the leather sleeves, but the straps held secure. I thought back again over the events of the past hours: in a short period of time I had lost my dignity, my privacy and my freedom -- all because John and I wanted to play in public. What a birthday present this was turning out to be!
Suddenly I felt a wave of tiredness spread over my body and I had a difficult time in keeping my eyes open: the water must have been drugged. Without comment God lifted my head and slipped on a rubber muzzle over my mouth and adjusted the straps that went around my head. My sweat quickly sealed the rubber to my face and, as much as I tried, I could not open my mouth. I had been gagged! The crotch strap was pulled tighter so that it pressed harder against my penis and balls causing the leather strap to ride up my arse crack forcing the plug even deeper up my arse, and the strap that connected the closed sleeves pulling my arms closer to my chest was tightened, so I found myself hugging myself with even greater intensity. The jacket compressed my ribcage and I fount it difficult to take a deep breath.