Chapter 3: Talk is Cheap but…
As I lay there with the four-way shackle system and the sensory deprivation hood, I'm sure I fell asleep. I was awakened however with this feeling that ants were beginning to crawl all over my chest and of course the only way I could begin to brush them off was to pull my legs up into a fetal position so I could get my hands up high enough to be of some effect. I did this about two or three times and then heard this explosion like the room was collapsing around me. I sat up real fast try to figure out what was when I heard the click of the three locks and felt the straps being loosened.
What the explosion was as well as the ants, turned out to be my smartass roommate who first had a revelation on what to do with the bird feather now that the bird longer had need of it. It turned out the explosion was nothing more than him striking both of the ear sections of the helmet was his open palms simultaneously. After looking at the clock, it appeared he was only gone about an hour and a half although with the helmet on it was impossible to tell. In some respect, it felt like days.
"Did you have fun and a good rest?" I just grumbled a "yeah, sure!"
"Well, before you make your decision, let's try and get some breakfast in you. Come on out to the kitchen and sit on the stool.
As it turned out, the coffee was made and poured the toast was hot and the butter with jam was to kill for. He was then cooking up fresh bacon and eggs so I figured the worst was over and he was going be letting me out. "That's a lovely breakfast, thanks for going to the trouble to make it. Can we take these things off now?"
"Actually, you're doing so well in them, we should probably leave them on at least through breakfast. Remember you're trying to get your money's worth out of these toys and I certainly wouldn't want to short change you." (What the hell does that mean? This has all the signs of me getting out but that's not the way he's apparently playing the game at the moment.")
So he cooked up a lovely breakfast and after 18 hours and only a couple of crackers, was most appreciated. We chatted about several things but every time the conversation got close to the utilization of the toys, including the irons I have been trapped in for over 18 hours, he would change the subject. (What is this guy thinking? Why won't he let me pin him down to answer?)
You need to go to the bathroom?
Yes as a matter of fact now that you mention it.
Okay go ahead while I clean up the kitchen.
I clinked my way down the hall to the bathroom where I was gladly reminded of the phrase "blessed relief." Once I got finished with that aspect, I stood over the sink and tried to splash water in my face but it was difficult to reach the faucets of the water stream and then as I looked in the mirror realized my face looked like a roadmap of the Seattle downtown business district - the helmet definitely left an impression. I figured I better go out and join him before he thinks of something more diabolical on his own.
By the time I got there he was finishing the breakfast dishes and putting the foods away. I thanked him again for his kindness and I remarked how much fun we've been having the last couple of days and now it's time to change it.
He looked at me with a very phony puzzled look on his face. "Oh you're not getting out, so get that idea out of your head: it ain't happening!" So how do you feel about option two: being locked up at seven o'clock each night and let out in the morning so you can go to work?
(Crap he is still serious!). I suppose I could live with that if I had to, but I'd rather not. At least I'd be sure of getting plenty of rest!)
Okay he says, now we have to do is to think of something for the remainder of this weekend.
"Like what did you have in mind?" Lets go back to your bedroom and I'll show you what I had in mind for about two hours or so.
(As if I had a choice) a couple of hours? Since I was such a lovely breakfast, sure, why not?
Getting back to the bed, I noticed he had a chain running from the side of one headboard to the other side.
Now you have to remember that my hands were chained in front of me and then dropped approximately 48 inches to the shackles connecting my ankles.
Lay down there. I did and he wove the chain underneath my left armpit across my chest and down through my right where he then locked it securely to the near corner.
Try and sit up!
Not a chance. With my head pressed into the headboard there wasn't much of a chance of moving anywhere.
That looks pretty good but it's missing something: I know what it is as he bends down at the foot of the bed and pulls up short chains from either corner with snap clips on them has no trouble at all pulling them taught and snapping under the links on the shackles closest to the feet.
I don't know about this, I can't even scratch my nose if I needed to.
"Well maybe I can help that to" (Goody, here it comes)
And make sure your Walkman was fully charged and it looks like it has almost a weeks worth of tunes on it (it did). We'll put these earbuds in your ears. They can help you pass the time faster.
What are you talking about? We're only going to do this for an hour or two?
Yeah, that's right, but you should experience what it would be like if it went longer. Don't you think?
"I suppose so"
With that he put the earbuds firmly into each year saying don't worry I'll start it in just a couple minutes. He then reaches down next to the bed and gets that damned helm. Despite my protests and unable to move, and after the command to open wide the sticks a sock in my mouth and firmly straps the helm on. He returns to it one more time and I swear he tightened every one of the straps again. Then, click, click, click as the locks resumed their former position. He reaches down and switches on the Walkman the dynamic strains of Ride of the Valkyrie.
I'm still reasonably certain this is only going to take a couple hours and he's just been pulling my leg, but as he pulls down my shorts to my knees, at which point my highly amplified "What the Suckfsuck Are You Doing?!" Came out so intelligible that even I couldn't understand it, when I feel the base of my shaft is wrapping some tape. And I feel it inserted in a plastic tube of some sort to which it is taped in place.
I can't speak. I can't hear. I can't see. My movement is so limited it's almost safe to say I can't even feel. I can somewhat judge the time by the music playing in my head so I was there totally immobile for a number of hours when I heard the gag being unlocked and the sock being removed. I was delighted I was figuring he was going to be letting me out. No such luck. He lightly dropped a little water in the hole to let me know what his intentions were since I couldn't hear, so now I realized that I'm going to get a drink after all. Sure enough, on a slow pour, but it wasn't water, it was a ice cold beer. At first I was surprised and then delighted as it slaked my thirst very nicely. I'm sure I finished the bottle, but then here it comes again. I kept drinking, just to keep from being flooded out. I finished the second one and I think I even felt the bubbles in my stomach. Again it starts coming. I had no choice but to finish the third bottle. At this point I figured he was then going through the whole bloody case, but the next thing to enter my mouth was the sock again. Once again it's strapped up and locked.
Lovely guy, he knew exactly what he was doing. Beer is something we rent, never buy. I tried to hold it pending release. I had no idea what parts of me were actually attached and what would happen if my bladder decided to try to rule the world. Finally, after an eternity, I could hold back the biblical flood no longer. I was sure I was to be sitting in a very soggy and soon to be stinky mattress. I'm sure you can imagine my relief when at this point only did I discover that what I was taped into was in fact a male urinal designed for this purpose.
Quite sometime later I felt the tape was being ripped off of my Dick. Watch the hairs! Not so fast! (Of course all he heard was stifled muffles) he then unclip the leg clips as well as the chain across my chest then he paused the Walkman and as he grabbed my biceps and rolled me into a vertical position I felt him unlocking the helm as well.
Off it came and out fell that damned sock.
It was Sunday morning. If I was supposed to keep to the original schedule I would've been locked up for another 24 hours like that
. Imagine my surprise when he began to undo the shackles and then undo the handcuffs as well. I was so relieved I didn't know what to say.
I really didn't have to worry about that too much as before I could get up he flipped me over and I found my hands were now behind my back in a pair of hinged handcuffs.
I looked down with a very puzzled look and he simply looked at me and grinned saying "you need to get your money's worth out of those two don't you?" Join me in the kitchen after you pull your shorts up.
Unless you've tried it, take my word that it is not an overly easy procedure to pull even your shorts up with your hands firmly cuffed behind your back. Nonetheless, I made it and joined him out in the kitchen.
There he had already on the counter a lovely dinner even though the day was Sunday morning. Steak and eggs, a potato, and a lovely mixed drink for an appetizer.
(Beautiful I exclaimed but if you would take these handcuffs off I would enjoy it much more I'm sure).
Then he got that "I Am a God and You Are a Worm" Look on His Face and I Knew He Was Enjoying Every Suffering Minute.
One by One, nibble by nibble, he fed me the entire meal.
Why don't you go over to the couch, make yourself comfortable and watch TV.
I did just that, very thankful that he hadn't continued his initial idea.
Tomorrow begins his new program if you will and I'm just wondering how that is supposed to turn out?
True to his word though, when it became 11 O'clock he walked over and finally took off the hinged handcuffs.
"Good night, but don't forget, one minute past 7 and you are not cuffed and shackled, I get you for 2 days more"
I'll remember, I'll remember as I ambled off to bed a free man at last -- at least until 7 tomorrow night.
One problem kept haunting me though. He loved playing tricks on me and he was really getting off on this game. I wonder what he is up to???
More on that in chapter 4