Chapter 3
"Life" Begins Anew...
He sat there, bound immobile against the cold metal of
the van's walls, and it's folding seat, blindfolded,
and gagged with a four inch long penis filled with
water.
Beneath the souls of his feet he felt the van in which
he was contained glide to a gentle stop and he heard
her speaking from the area of the drivers seat to an
unseen person.
He couldn't make out their exact words over the rumble
of the van's engine, but he heard her chuckle knowingly
again a moment after they'd stopped. He bucked his
head against the rod that ran just in front of his
face to the ceiling of the van, but it was a useless
effort on his part.
Even 'if' he could have freed his head, he knew that
blindfolded and bound as he was there was no way he
could release much more of himself. His sense of
vulnerability increased in that moment ten fold and he
whimpered softly against the soft, pliable rubber of
the penis gag again.
He'd tasted the cool water she'd granted him by
filling the gag, but bound as he was he couldn't tilt
his head back to gain more of it. Her words came to
him again, and his eyes widened in horror beneath the
soft pads of the blindfold that covered his eyes
blocking out all light.
He gulped softly, sucking in slightly with his cheeks
against the sides of the gag and felt a tiny 'spurt'
of the cool liquid trace a path down his throat. He
realized then 'exactly' what her words had meant
moments before and gave another soft mewling whimper
of sound.
Surely she couldn't mean he had to 'suck' the penis to
gain the water. But another experimental 'sucking'
motion of his cheeks again produced a tiny spurt of
the liquid down his throat. He realized with another
mewling whimper that she'd meant just that.
He bucked in horrified rejection at the thought for a
moment, but soon found the endeavor was as useless as
all the others before had been. He was well and truly
stuck now, until 'she' decided to release him. The
worst part was he'd actually 'agreed' to this. Well, mostly
anyway. Though at 'that' moment he'd have 'almost'
chosen to die in the prison's gas chamber...almost.
But considering her 'influence' within the prison, he
'doubted' his decision would have made much of a
difference. Not to mention the fact that the Warden
had been her 'father' of all things. And she was on
'very' friendly terms with just about every guard
within the walls.
He wondered for a brief moment how 'long' she'd been
waiting for his 'execution' date to roll around. From
the head guards comments...quite possibly a long while.
That thought sent a coursing shiver over the length
of his long, well muscled body and he took a moment to
stop his sucking actions at the gag in his mouth to
contemplate it.
Just as quickly though he pushed the thoughts aside,
more concerned just then with getting at the rest of
the tempting water. It didn't really matter in the
end anyway, he mused to himself as he resumed sucking
as best he could at the gag.
A bit later he gave a mewling whimper in the back of
his throat as the water in the gag receded down past
the hole in its tip and he could get no more. The
brief work had allowed him to forget for a moment his
situation, and the bonds, which held him tightly.
But now, even that was gone and all he could do was
sit there and think, as he was unable to move at all.
He sighed softly out threw his nose then, relaxing as
best he was able in his tight, constrictive bondage.
His years as a death row inmate had taught him
patience if nothing else. That and long periods of
inactivity. After all, being locked in a ten by ten
plain white cell for 23 hours a day tended to do that
to a person.
But this was different too. Yes, he was used to long
periods of inactivity, and yes he had eventually
gotten 'used' to being shackled and chained heavily
wherever he went, but never 'this' constrictively.
Even in the prison he'd had 'some' freedom of movement
when shackled, however slight. But now he had 'none'.
Absolutely 'none'.
And that scared him. And excited him all at the same
time. He gave a soft groaning sound and tried to
shift his hips slightly, but the heavy leather around
him prevented it. Now, with only the sound of the
rumbling engine of the van his only company, he began
to experience the sensations that before this moment
had been nothing but a blur.
Given too fast for obvious reasons to fully comprehend
before now. But now they all battled within his mind
for dominance. With as deep a sigh as the leather
around his chest would allow, he began to analyze
each, one at a time.
First came the sensations of being completely helpless
and dependant on another. He'd never felt this way
before and he took a moment to query his brain as to
how it truly felt. And he found after a moment's
pause, that despite the constrictiveness of it, he
liked it. It made him feel cared for in an 'odd' sort
of way. A way he'd never felt before. Sure, his
parents had been loving sorts, but this was different.
She was taking the time to ensure he was cared for,
despite her gruff tones and uses of the whip.
Next came the filling sensation of the object in his
ass. He didn't know 'what' it was exactly, but again
it made him feel comfortable. Filled and cared for
yet again.
Then came the sensation of the penis gag in his mouth.
Despite the implications of its presence, she'd
taken the time to fill it with cool water. Again
making him feel cared for.
He took that moment then to examine the bondage she'd
placed on him. Yes, it was constrictive, almost
painfully so, but again, it wasn't anything that would
'harm' him. His arms and legs, despite their
rather 'cramped' positions were not being pressed upon
too tightly as to cut off his circulation. Despite
the fact that he couldn't move in the slightest, he
could still 'feel' his fingers and toes so he knew the
blood was flowing freely and would continue to do so.
Then finally came the cold steel sensations of the
cage she'd placed gently over his manhood. Despite
it's prickly insides, he knew the small spikes weren't
sharp enough to pierce his skin and draw blood. Just
make an erection decidedly uncomfortable. Which at
'this' thought he found himself springing erect within
the tiny confines of the aforementioned cage. Or
rather, trying too.
He soon found that his assumptions had been correct,
and an erection was growing decidedly painful. He
shifted again in his heavy leather bonds and 'tried'
to turn his thoughts 'away' from his slowing growing
hard on. But even this failed as his mind twisted and
turned over every implication of his position.
The more he thought on it, the harder his manhood
grew, until he was almost shaking with an unspoken
need on his own. Images of Chelsey 'naked' came
unbidden to his mind and only increased the pressure
of his manhood against the spikes of the cage.
Blind and helpless as he was, there was nothing he
could 'do' about it now. It had been 10 years after
all since he'd felt the warm touch of another human
being in 'any' form, and now the more his mind
'latched' onto images of her naked and standing in
front of him, the more blood rushed into his own
genitals and pressed it harder against the tiny,
prickly spikes that contained him.
He gave a loud groan then, squirming and shaking
against the heavy leather as more and more images
filled his mind. Then, almost as if it was 'destined'
a scent reached his nostrils. Her scent. It was a
sweet smell...of sex...her sex mixed with some
expensive perfume his mind vaguely remembered from his
days in the business world.
It was 'then' he realized that she'd been just as
'excited' as she'd put him into his bondage, both in
the gas chambers anteroom and again in the van, as he
was 'now' becoming to 'be' in it. That realization
sent another shiver down his long frame and he relaxed
again in his restraints.
Her words in the gas chamber came to him again, and he
fully realized their implication in that moment. If
he did 'well' enough in his training she 'may' even
keep him for herself.
That thought brought a heavy gulp to him and another
shiver. Did he 'want' to do well 'enough' in his
'training', his mind wondered. Did he 'want' to
please her well enough to 'keep' him, whatever that
meant, he wondered again.
With a jolting thought, he realized that he
'did'...
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Sometime later, though Trent couldn't have 'honestly'
said how long, he felt the van glide to a gentle stop
and heard it turn off. What he assumed was the
drivers door opened and he felt the van lurch just
a bit beneath his feet as she stepped to the ground.
He'd long ago lost his sense of direction as the van
had made numerous twists and turns once they'd cleared
the prison itself, and he'd finally given up trying,
preferring instead to relax as best he could given the
situation he was in.
His hard on had diminished somewhat as they'd traveled,
but he was still left with an unspoken need and
craving and he knew it wouldn't take 'much' for it to
rise to the surface of his thoughts again.
There was silence for a 'long' while, and then he heard
her commanding voice in the far distance growing ever
closer as time passed. He cocked his head as far to
the side as he could and tried to make out her words
through the van, but she was too far away.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity the doors to
the back of the van opened with a loud clunk, causing
him to jerk in reaction. He felt the van lurch again
as two 'heavy' feeling bodies stepped into the
interior. He felt two sets of hands on him then,
unbuckling him from the seat of the van then pulling
him up by the arms.
The blindfold and gag were left as they were and he
stumbled slightly as the two sets of strong,
decidedly 'male' hands guided him forward.
"MMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHTTTTTTTT..." he screamed out for a
moment, trying to jerk 'away' from them, but her voice
reached his ears a moment later and he calmed.
"Calm down slave." she said softly and he immediately
stilled, allowing himself to be guided by the males
beside him.
The three of him stepped down out of the van a moment
later onto cold feeling concrete and he felt her pick
up the leash at his neck again. With a gentle tug she
pulled him forward and he slid a bare foot out in
front of him to feel around before taking as long a
step as the prison shackles still on his feet would
allow.
He heard her sigh then, and step close to him. "The
first lesson you need to learn slave is trust. Trust
your Mistress to guide you. Walk forward normally and
trust that I will guide you by your leash."
She gave another gentle tug to the leash and he nodded
slowly, gulping heavily around the penis in his mouth,
but taking a shaky tentative step forward. Then
another, then another...and then finally he was
walking as normally as his bonds would allow.
Again the thought of feeling cared for in some strange
way came to his mind and he relaxed a bit more into
his bondage, beginning to recognize her gentle tugs on
his leash as they moved.
They walked for a long while, with him leaning forward
just a bit to keep his balance in his hobble walk.
Finally, they seemed to arrive where they were going
and she gently guided him to his knees.
He felt padding beneath him and realized he was
kneeling on some pillows. Or something soft anyway.
He felt the long lead on his collar rise into the air
then and hang slackly against his cheek after a soft
clicking sound.
He heard her moving around for a moment, then felt her
presence beside him again. He gulped around his gag
again and leaned slightly to the side to 'touch' her,
but she put a stilling hand on his wide, muscular
shoulder.
He responded and continued to kneel there without
moving. He heard it then. The rattle of several
other chains coming into the area where they were. He
gulped again, shivering for a moment with the unknown
implications of those sounds, and gave a soft mewling
whimper from deep within his throat.
"Easy now slave..." she said softly from right beside
him. "Your safe." she added as she gently caressed
the back of his head.
He gave another mewling whimper of sound and leaned
his head 'back' into the contact ever so slightly.
Her words calmed him again a moment later as she spoke
softly. "Trust your Mistress...," she said as he
felt her unbuckling the blindfold over his eyes.
As she pulled it free and he blinked his vision into
focus, he could only 'stare' at the sight before him.
Kneeling, in similar positions as his own were at
least 10 males from what he could readily count. Ten,
well muscled, males. All of them were bound in 'some'
form though others more strictly than some. Each wore
a similar cock cage to the one 'he' did, and each wore
a gag in 'some' form.
Some had balls, some had large metal bits, and others had
gags similar to his. And yet others wore a 'full'
head harness, which kept their heads, jaws, mouths and
tongues completely immobilized.
He turned his head then, raising pleading, almost
uncomprehending fearful eyes to her and she spoke with
a soft smile as the realization finally hit and he
recognized some of the men before him. Each of them
had been a prisoner on his block. Death row inmates
all.
He gulped around the gag again and whimpered anew.
"Welcome home Inmate Number 3657892. Welcome
home..." she said with another 'soft' caress of his
cheek.
End of Chapter Three
