The three future slaves slept fitfully into the evening in their heavy irons and thick gags. Around 9 PM they heard the cage doors being opened and in walked Alex, Max’s first “victim”.
“Time to feed and water you,” Alex declared. He walked up to Jesse first, as he remembered him from his last inescapable bondage session with Max. He unlocked the penis gag from behind Jesse’s neck and withdrew its saliva laden stickiness from Jesse’s mouth. He also pulled the Spandex hood off of Jesse’s now sweating head and removed the lock holding Jesse in the tight chained hogtie.
Jesse felt his legs go out in vast relief, which he stretched to their maximum length, not knowing when they would be secured again in that or some other really uncomfortable position. The leg irons and chain rattled noisily.
“Water,” was all Jesse could gasp, and Alex held up a big bottle of Gator-Aide to Jesse’s lips, which he gulped down thankfully.
“Thanks Alex, you’re a lifesaver,” Jesse said, meaning it full well. Alex continued his chores, not saying anything, as if he was being observed behind the cage door.
“Time for some grub,” he told Jesse, as he plopped a bowl of Chile and rice on the floor in front of him, expecting Jesse to eat this like a dog. Jesse did, casting an evil glance at Alex as his reluctantly did so.
Alex continued his chores, removing the duct tape off of Biff’s face, whose cheeks bulged from such a severe gagging. He pulled the smelly sock out and Biff thanked him profusely. Alex gave Biff a long drink and also supplied him with a doggie dish full of Chile and rice. He unlocked the several chains holding Biff upright and lowered him down to the ground, to Biff’s great relief.
‘Thanks man,” Biff said, “I owe you one.”
Finally, Alex removed Duke’s leather harness gag and locks, so that Duke could finally see what—and who—he was with, not that he did not already suspect. Alex fed and watered him too, after removing the chains binding Duke in his strict hog-tie.
After the three prisoners were well fed and hydrated Alex asked them if they needed to relieve themselves. It was his unpleasant job to remove the Velcro outfits each had on, at least as much as they would require to do their business. He was very solicitous in so doing, having spent many long hours doing the same for Max’s prior prisoners.
“You almost done in there?” a voice boomed from behind the locked cage door.
“Almost,” replied Alex. “Just got to get these guys re-secured for the night.” Alex quickly replaced the Velcro pants and decided to re-position the three bound boys.
“Shit,” he said to Jesse as he examined the heavy iron collar around his neck. “That thing must really hurt!”
Jesse leaned over and whispered to Alex, “Yeah, my collarbones are killing me. Alex….” His voice became almost inaudible: “Can you help us. Please?” Alex averted his eyes from Jesse’s watery blue eyes and picked up the penis gag.
‘Open up,” he said, loudly, “and shut the f—k up!” With that he thrust the leather mass back into Jesse’s pleading mouth and snapped the lock back in place. He did, however, allow Jesse to remain at full length, sparing him a night in the hog tie position. Not that it would have helped in any escape, as Jesse was still chained to the cage bars.
Alex continued the re-gagging of Biff with the same soggy sock followed by layer after layer of gray duct tape. Biff was also tearing up as Alex chained him to the bars in a prone position, at both his collar and ankle irons.
And finally, he replaced Duke’s leather head harness and blindfold, locking this securely in place. Just then the door opened and Hans stepped in.
“OK kid, I got this one,” he yelled at Alex. Hans pulled Duke into the same constricted hog-tie he was in before, locking the multiple locks back on. “Break my tooth will you!” he snarled, again kicking Duke in his side. He brought a heavy iron collar u to Duke’s neck and locked this in place, securing its chain to the heavy metal bars.
‘Sleep tight assholes!” Hans barked, as he pushed Alex out and locked both cage doors behind him.
The three future slaves moaned and cried in their heavy metal prison irons, with escape seemingly further away than ever.
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