Short Stories 03

By Eckie

Eckie, aka Bondagfan has been writing stories for many years and many delighted readers have been enjoying his stories on his website. This book is the third of a series and includes the following: The Lost Bet Disappearing The Bottle-Boy The Fetish Exhibition Locked Up Remotely

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: May 19, 2014
• ISBN: 9781291882155

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Short Stories 03

Short Stories 03

Copyright Bound Editions 2014.

ISBN: 978-1-291-88215-5

No unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is allowed. It is an offence to do so. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without written permission from the publisher or author.

This book contains works of fiction. It concerns characters in situations of a fetish, BDSM, gay, sexual, kinky and adult nature. If any of these situations are not for you, or you are not of an age where under local law you are permitted to read such material, please don't go any further or read beyond this point.

All names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Under no circumstances should you attempt to repeat the situations depicted in the contents of this book. They are works of fiction. The contents are presented here as acts of fantasy only.

The Lost Bet - Chapter 1

My first weekend off from the three weeks holidays that I got permitted from my boss. Unfortunately of course none of my friends was on holiday in that time, so I did not have big plans for that time, just trying to enjoy the time and get the work stress out of my head.

Not really wanting to just sit at home I decided I drive into another city, I got some friends there and might just see if I can meet up with them at least for the weekend and see further after that. So I packed a few things for the weekend and drove there, a 3 hours’ drive and I did not get a response to my SMS I had sent to them, but I just assumed they will be home anyway; else I just go out in town and try later the evening to catch one of them.

Traffic was the usual for a Friday so it took a little longer than I thought to arrive, but as I was afraid during the trip, nobody answered the ring of the doorbell, so I guessed they were out somewhere also. I would just try later then and drive into the city centre in the meantime.

I had some small dinner and then decided to go for a drink or two before attempting to call them again, so I chose one of the fetish bars that I knew from the past and went there.

It was early, so not too busy yet, then again I have not been there for a while, so could not tell how busy it would get during the evening anyway, but to pass time it was ok for me anyway.

I was not dressed up like most of the others in the bar, just a pair of camouflage trousers, my boots and a simple polo shirt. Naturally I checked out everyone I saw, thinking if there might be someone I could be interested in, or who could show interest in me, one can never know, smile. One in particular I fancied - about my size, in rubber head to toe (I always imagine what face is hidden underneath, but sometimes it just has to remain imagination, unless they take it off at some point), a collar around his neck, I also could see a padlock on that collar, a leash dangling off the collar in his front, standing opposite the toilets, hands on his back, head bowed.

So even though I enjoyed what I saw, it was obviously he was probably waiting for someone to come out there. I was indeed right as shortly after a guy in full bluf style leathers came out, grabbed the leash and went off with that boy, from what I saw they went down into the play area of the bar. Well I did not have anything with me in toys and was not counting on playing anyway, so just sighed and took another sip of my drink.

About half an hour later I saw the top come up again, but without his boy on the leash and he went over to the bar right next to me, ordering himself a beer. I took the chance while he waited and told him that he had a nice boy there, seemed well trained, asking if it was his permanent boy or just a tonight’s extra.

He laughed, thanked me for the compliment, telling that he had trained that boy to be well behaved and he owned him for several years already aside of another slave that he had this time not taken out, but instead left at home.

I said wow, two of them, lucky man, I still haven't found my own boy yet, but I am patient, in time the right one will come along. He agreed, he found his boys also when he least expected, but is happy to call them his now for a long time already and with a grin he added that none of them was for sale.

I laughed back and told him I would not have expected it. We talked on then while he had his beer (and two more after that), he had his boy in the basement chained inside a cage and just kept him there while he had his drink, well, more than one it was now of course, but he knew the boy would not be going anywhere, so time was no issue.

We found out we have a few common interests in play, loving rubber, loving chastity, loving bondage, basically anything that locks is good, talking about the past, how things started, fun we had in the past and so on, a good talk and I enjoyed having met him.

I did tell him that I waited to contact some friends for staying there overnight, so until I receive a message from them I had all the time in the world also, I mentioned the beginning of my holidays, trying to just see who to visit, what to do in that time as there were no big plans for that time yet.

He told me that in case everything fails, he knew a good hostel where even late at nights one still usually gets a bed for the night, but as well he would offer me his guest-room for the night, since we seemed to have lots in common and he enjoyed our talk also.

I thanked him, telling I would be grateful for a good bed in case I do not reach anyone soon. Looking at the time I noticed it had been later than I thought, time flies when you have a good talk, he said he will fetch his boy now and if I wanted, I could join them to go to his place already, I could still attempt to call those friends tomorrow then.

I agreed, insisted in paying the tab while he got his boy and we left the bar. I told him I had parked my car around the corner, but he waved, no need for that, he was living not too far from here. His boy on the leash, I noticed the wrists locked together on his back also and he also had a muzzle locked on top of his rubbered head, we walked some of the side streets, I admired the top for not worrying about possible public watching them and his boy for accepting to walk like that in public - many have a problem with that as my experience told me.

Ten minutes later we arrived at his house, a small garden in front, a single standing house in the city, I assumed a luxury, given that centres usually are packed with apartment buildings instead. A short walk to the front door, he unlocked and we went inside.

He let go of the boys leash, unlocked the boys hands and then the boy immediately helped him out of his leatherjacket, hanging it proper into a closet in the hall. I had nothing with me, so nothing to help me out of I though, the boy then immediately took place kneeling next to the door to what I guessed was the kitchen.

The top - Ben was his name - then told me to take a place in the living room, pointing towards another door off the entrance hall, asking if I wanted another beer, which I agreed to, told his boy then to get some for both of us and followed me then.

I took a seat on the couch and only then noticed in the corner of the living room a large cage, not one of the usual, but those body shaped cages where a victim only can stand inside and of course, inside was another boy, also head to toe in rubber, with a gas masked head, lenses blackened, just standing there, but having noticed someone else being also here he seemed to try to listen to us closely, I assumed hearing with the hood was dampened for sure.

Ben told me that his boy had messed up while cleaning that day and for that he was not allowed to join him to the bar, but instead was left in that cage since the afternoon already. I agreed that a boy sure should learn that failing has consequences, asking Ben also when he would take the boy out again, Ben answered that it was not the first time the boy failed this week, so he would have to endure until the next morning’s breakfast time.

I mentioned that it was sure not easy to endure it, but he would certainly understand why he was punished like that.

Ben nodded, the boys are well behaved usually, but when they lack the required efforts, they just needed a reminder once in a while and those reminders were severe enough to not forget those quickly again, but they also get their rewards, being a good well behaved boy deserves rewards as well, I could just agree to that also.

The other boy arrived with the beers now, having served them he took place kneel right next to Ben’s chair, the largest chair by the way, in the room, a sort of throne probably for the man of the house. The boy was still wearing the locked on muzzle, knelt in proper posture now, hands again on the back, head bowed, I again complimented Ben for his boys, even if one obviously was at the moment caged for his failure.

We kept chatting then, the boy remaining at the side of the chair except when our beer was empty, without need to order he made sure we both were not kept in the dry on that throughout our talking.

Ben had, just like I did, started his path in young years mainly bottoming for others, but also found in time that the top fitted better to his likings, I guessed with most it was the same story, I told him I was no different, but of course the last time I had been tied and packed up was years ago, but I had been a little Houdini in the past anyway, it had always kept those guys busy to make sure I would not escape.

Ben listened to all of that too, but smiled, well, some cheeky grin more or less, I asked if he also was like that and he told me that probably anyone always will attempt to get free, but when it is done well, there is no chance of it.

I agreed, but added that most of the time they always forget a tiny bit somewhere and if there is any chance at all, I used to find it in time, sometimes quickly, sometimes after hours, but if there was a way, I managed to find that way.

Ben laughed now and said that he would love to challenge me, he was certain that he would not be missing anything and that he never has his boys or other players get free without him allowing it.

I said that I admitted his experience certainly has taught a lot, just as I learned a lot throughout my years packing up victims, but I said that I was not absolutely certain he would succeed so easily. That is when Ben came up with a proposal - he told me he would bet me to be unable to get out when I agreed to let him pack and tie me up as he wanted.

I laughed and said I would be tempted to accept that bet, but for what stakes then, would I get to tie him if I succeeded? He laughed and told me that this was no option, he never allows anyone to do that anymore, but since he knew I was on holiday for the coming three weeks he made me the offer that he would give me one of his boys for that duration, not longer, not for keeps, but for the three weeks of my holiday I could be allowed to have one of them to do as I please, within some rules and limits he would set of course and at the end I had to return the slave of course unharmed.

That seemed a great idea to me, I would certainly enjoy and a well-trained boy at my service for my holidays is something I can sure find a lot of pleasure with. So I told Ben that I would be fine with the price, but what he would ask from me in case I fail.

He then smiled again in that same evil way I had noticed earlier. Then he told me, his boys, as mentioned, get their rewards on occasion and even though not planned just yet, he could still decide to give them a reward already now, if I lost the bet, I would become his boys slave for the duration of my holidays, three weeks following their orders, doing as they say, being their toy to play with as they wish - once again he added of course within my limits, which I would have to state in that case.

I said wow again, a tough price, three weeks is a long time to be a slaves slave and toy, especially for someone who is not a slave, but I told him I was too convinced to win that bet and the chance to have one of his boys at my whim for three weeks was too tempting, so I agreed, if he managed to keep me for a duration of 24 hours in ways, not limiting to only one, where I cannot get free myself, however, not by means of a lockable closet, a steel cage preventing me from walking away, a locked on steel chastity not counting as restraint for this particular bet either, but keeping my body in restraints for that duration where at no time I was able to free myself from whatever he places me in, then I will accept the price to pay, but if at any time in those 24 hours I am free by my own doing, I will pick one of his boys to take for the next three weeks.

Ben looked at his boys, the one kneeling to his side and the one in the cage, who seemed to have listened careful to our talk, Ben asked then in a louder voice, so that the caged boy could hear it clear too, if they would enjoy to have a slave at their whim for three weeks as a little reward and both immediately nodded their heads, I think it might not have been the first time they had a slave to toy with as reward.

Ben added however that if he lost the bet, one of them will be mine for that same duration, whichever I would choose at the end. Again both boys nodded, they seemed to enjoy either of the outcomes of that bet anyway.

We shook hands and said it's a deal, we both having a winners grin on the face, however. Ben told me then that I would have to strip naked, while he prepared a few things in the basement and the time would start when the first item was on my body.

I agreed and while he left with the boy I started to undress. While doing so I looked at the boy in the cage, wondering again what the face underneath would be like, looking at the body, however, I thought I might probably choose him, then again, both boys were interesting to me, looking great all rubbered up and probably it would not make much difference which of them will serve me those three weeks then.

Of course I wondered what Ben would have planned; he seemed to be just as sure about winning as I was, so it would be an interesting coming 24 hours. Since my friends had not replied, I did not have any obligations for that time anyway.

I just finished taking off my boxers when the boy showed up again and waved me to follow him. We went down into the basement, down the stairs were three doors, we went through one of them and I had a brief whistle on my mouth, a fascinating playroom was hidden behind that door.

Lots of equipment I had seen or known from catalogs, but never owned them for being a bit out of my price range,