Date: Sat, 24 May 2008 10:46:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: jg772004@yahoo.com
Subject: Servitude in a Straitjacket 2 (Revised)

This story is not fiction. It is a true story and the names have been
changed to keep the peoples' identity secret.

Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read
materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story
contains descriptions of extreme sexual and bondage activity between two
college roommates. The acts are consensual and very graphic and are a
result of their growing relationship for one another. Please write: JG at
jg772004@yahoo.com, I would love to hear if you like my story.


Chapter 2

All I could think about for the rest of the day was that contract I signed.
After me and Aaron got our room all set up, we went on our seperate ways
for the rest of the day. We introduced ourselves to numerous people living
on our floor in our dorm with us, we went to the introductory meeting in
our dorm that explained the rules and regulations to follow while you live
on campus. After that was done, I went to the cafeteria and went and got
something to eat. It was about 6:30 at night so I figured I should fill up
my stomach before I begin my "training" as Aaron put it. With each passing
minute, I just got more and more nervous, but at the same time, more and
more anxious. I was still sitting in the cafeteria when my cell phone went
off, and I saw that the number was Aaron's cell number. We did swap cell
phone numbers when we met. So I picked up my phone and I answered it.

"Yes master?" I answered with a soft tone so no one could hear me close by.

"It is almost 7. Where are you right now?" he replied.

"I'm eating at the cafeteria, and I'm just about done sir. I am heading
over right now so you don't have to wait." I replied back.

"Ok...trust me, you dont want to be late on your first day with me." he
replied with a small chuckle, then he hung up the phone.

I decided then to get moving. I returned my tray to the counter, picked up
my wind breaker jacket, put it on and walked out, beginning to walk back to
my dorm. It was about 6:55, when I reached my dorm, got in the elevator,
and rode it up to my floor. With each passing step, I got more and more
nervous and anxious. What was he gonna have me do? I could not believe this
was all happening on the first day of my college career. I walked to my
room door, and I opened it up. When I walked inside, there was
Aaron...sitting on the futon in nothing but tight white see-through boxer
briefs watching TV and drinking water from a water bottle. He looked
absolutely amazing. His abs were chisled to perfection, he had very
muscular arms and legs, and he hardly had any body hair. His thighs were
thick and muscular all the way down to his feet. His legs were a little bit
hairy, but all in all, I could tell he likes to keep in shape just like I
do. He turned and looked at me.

"Shut the door and lock it." he said very sternly.

I turned around and closed the door and locked it with my key so no one
could come in. I then turned around and faced him, looking all innocent,
but then he got right to the point. I saw him walk over to his closet, open
it up, and there it was. He pulled out the same straitjacket he showed me
earlier. That tight black latex straitjacket. Long straps on each sleeve,
the back of the jacket had five straps, and there was also two crotch
straps that go from up under the crotch to the back of the jacket. Each
strap goes to a respective buckle to latch on the jacket, so Aaron could
make this as tight as he wants when he puts it on me. After showing me the
jacket. He laid down the rules.

"As long as you are in this room with me, this is what you will be wearing
and nothing else. When I want to be served, you will be serving me while in
this. Is that understood?" he said.

I replied, "Yes Sir."

"If you and I are in this room, and I decide to invite one or two friends
over here, you will remain in this jacket no matter what, and if I want you
to serve my friends as well, you are going to do it without fuss. Is that
understood?" he said.

I answered, "Yes Sir."

I began to get even more and more nervous, but slowly but surely, my cock
began to throb a little bit in my pants because I could not help but get
excited. I just stood there and awaited his commands, until he gave me his
first one.

"Ok...its time to get this on you. Strip down completely. I want to see you
wear absolutely nothing." he said.

"Yes Master." I replied. I then slid off my sandles, and unbuttoned my jean
shorts and slid them down and kicked them off. My boner getting larger and
larger in my briefs painfully. I then lifted my red muscle shirt over my
head and tossed that aside, hoping Aaron would be impressed with the way I
kept in shape...which he was as I caught him smiling out of the corner of
his mouth. I also took a sneak down at his crotch since all he was wearing
was his see-through boxer briefs, and I could tell he was getting excited
to. After my jacket, shirt, and shorts were off, I then reached into my
tight boxer briefs and slid them down as well, revealing my hard 7 inch
boner as it popped out, and stood straight out proudly. I was a little
embarassed, but I stood proudly.

"Hmmmmm. I little excited are we?" Aaron asked. He then took the jacket and
held it up for me. "Its time to bundle you up in this thing. Slide your
arms in the sleeves and I will do the rest."

I took my arms, and slowly slid them as far as I could in the sleeves of
the jacket. Aaron then got behind me and strap by strap, slowly began
tightening the jacket on me. With each strap going into the buckle, I could
feel the jacket pressing more and more tightly against my back. I grinded
my teeth a little bit as Aaron tightened it on me. Once the back of the
jacket was secure, he asked for my arms, so I crossed my arms in front of
me.

"No. No. No. This is a special straitjacket. I need you to put your arms
behind you." he said.

At that moment, I got extremely nervous, cause he is going make me feel
more helpless than I already am. I thought straitjackets cross your arms in
front of you. I guess this jacket could do both. But I did was I was told,
and put my arms behind me. He bent my arms upward by the elbows, crossing
each other, almost as if each elbow was under my opposite hand. Once he had
my arms in position, he wrapped each sleeve strap around my torso once and
buckled it tightly in its respective buckle on the side of the jacket as
tight as he could. The jacket was constricting pretty good around my body
as it got tighter and tighter. He then took one final back strap and
wrapped it around my horizontal arms in a vertical way. My arms were now as
secure as they possibly could be behind me. I could not move my arms at
all. The jacket was almost completely on me. Last was the two crotch
straps. He gently moved my hard boner and reached under and grabbed the two
crotch straps, and pulled them up under my crotch, one on each side, almost
as if my cock and balls are sticking out of a hole. He tightened the final
two straps, which I felt a little pain in my crotch area as he tightened
them, and strapped them in its respective buckles. Once he had it on me to
completion, he stepped away and looked at me.

"Hows it feel?", he asked as he went to sit down on the futon, and pulled
out another bottled water and began drinking it. "Try and get out of it. I
bet you can't" he laughed. "Go ahead, struggle in it for me."

There I was, half naked, my cock throbbing in his hardness, and I'm
standing helpless in a straitjacket with my arms strapped cleverly behind
me. So I did what he was told. I began shaking and writhing in my
straitjacket. Trying to move my arms. My hands curled up in fists inside
the jacket as I could not budge the jacket at all. As a matter of fact, the
more I struggled, the tighter the jacket seemed to get. Trapped in Aaron's
tight confining bondage drove me nuts in a way as I continued to struggle
in my bounds. Desperately movng around, my thick, hard, boner slapping my
thighs with each thrust I try to make, as Aaron is just sitting there
enjoying the show, drinking his water. The jacket was just so unbelievably
tight, I could hardly move in it. But at the same time, it was kinda cool
to wear

"I can not get out sir. This jacket is secure on me pretty good. I can
hardly move at all." I said as I stood there helpless. My boner popping up
proudly as he watched me intently. I asked, "How long are you gonna keep me
in this jacket sir?"

He replied, "As long as you are in this room, that is all your gonna
wear...and nothing else. So you better get use to wearing that jacket,
because that is your new uniform." He then pulled out a duffle bag, and
pulled out a spiked dog collar with a long attached chain leash on it.
After taking another sip from his bottled water, he got up and walked
towards me, and held the collar up to my neck and latched it on me.

"Hmmmm...Perfect fit." he replied with a smile.

All I could do is stand there. My arms were so secure behind me, I could
barely move. I was so nervous out of my mind, but excited as well. What did
he have planned for me? I hope he remembered my limits. Plus with the way
he was built with his rock hard abs, his sexy hairless body, and his strong
thighs, I'm gonna make the best of this situation and serve him to the best
of my ability. Every once in a while, I could not but help but thrive and
shake in my jacket, but the more I did, the tighter it felt. My cock was as
hard as it ever been, but I had the feeling that I was not gonna cum for a
while. I couldn't even stroke myself if I wanted to. Now he latched this
collar on me with a long leash, and that only confirmed I was his and his
alone.

He reached back down into his dufflebag and then pulled out a bizarre
looking gag. It was black, made of hard plastic and rubber, and looked to
have a funnel attached to it.

I asked, "What is that sir?" as I stood there helpless with my hard on.

"This is called a funnelgag. It is used for forced drinking. This is gonna
be your first test, and you may not like it, but you did not place it on
the contract as one of your limits. Now I am gonna put this gag on you, and
I dont want to hear any fuss, is that understood?"

I nodded, "Yes Sir."

"Alright then...Open wide." Aaron said.

Standing there, still hard and helpless as I could, I opened my mouth
wide. He then stuck the nozzle in my mouth, took the straps and wrapped it
around my head, and tightened the funnelgag as tight as he could. I
couldn't help but moan and groan while I shook in my jacket. The more I
shook in my jacket, the more Aaron loved it because he knew I couldn't get
out. He then latched the funnelgag nice and tight on my face, then I heard
a small click. He put a small mini padlock on the back of the gag so its
nice and secure in my mouth. What was he gonna make me drink? Alcohol?
Water? Is he gonna try and drown me? He took another sip of water and
emptyed his bottle. He then opened up another wattle bottle and began
downing that bottle as fast as he could. All I could do was watch and
listen for his command. Still in this jacket, as I am slowly becoming
comfortable in it, but with this gag in my mouth, that renders me from
speaking, and with the nozzle tightly in my mouth, he can put anything in
the funnel and I'll be forced to drink it. I thought to myself, things are
looking bleak. After he downed another bottle, he gave his next command.

"On your knees, and stay there. Don't even think about getting back up." he
said very sternly, as he opened up another bottle and began downing that
bottle as well. So I listened to him. "MMMHMMMMM" I said as I nodded, then
I dropped to my knees. He told me to spread my legs as far out as I could
on my knees, which I did and I sat back on my knees, with my cock straight
up, still hard as a rock, as I looked up at him. He then took out a digital
camera from his bag, and began taking pictures of me. My eyes widen.
"MMMMMMM MMMAT MMMAARR MMMUUU MMOINNN MMIIRRR??" as i tried to ask "What
are you doing sir?"

"These are blackmale photos. If you don't do as your told, I will post
these pics all over campus, and everyone will see what kind of a gay whore
you are." He continued to walk all around me and take pics of me, on my
knees, in this jacket, funnelgag, and collar with leash. My eyes widened
and I began to get scared. I kept thinking to myself..."Just do what he
says. Just do what he says and everything will be alright." Little did I
know what he had planned for me first. He grabbed a pair of belts and began
wrapping each belt around my thighs and my calves, and strapped them
tightly so I remain on my knees, and unable to get up. I thought to myself,
"It is unbelieveable how he planned all this." Here Aaron is strapping me
up, putting me in my place in nothing but his tight underwear, and all I
could do is watch. Once he had each belt wrapped around my thighs and
calves keeping me helplessly on my knees unable to get up, I knew right
then, I was completely at his mercy. All I c
 ould do was struggle in my jacket, my mouth had a nozzle strapped and
secure, and all I could do was plead with my eyes. I was completely at
Aaron's wim.

He took another gulp from his water bottle, and downed it pretty quickly,
then he began talking to me while I was on my knees.

"As long as your going to be my slave," he looked down at me, "you will
experience everything that comes out of my cock." He then looks over and
picks up the contract and reads over my limits. "Now I see that you did not
add piss to your list of limits." he said looking down at me with a smile.
My eyes widened with horror. I never drank piss in my life. Now I
understood why he drank all those water bottles. To start off, he turned me
into his personal urinal. "MMMOOO MMMMOOOO MMMLLLZZZ" as I tried to say "No
Please" through the gag. I couldn't believe it. I was trapped in his tight
confining bondage as his urinal. I thought "Oh fuck!! It can't really be
happening, he's made me into some kinda human urinal or something!" I began
shaking and thriving even more in the jacket, but I couldn't budge it one
inch. He then reached down and gently and began running his hands through
my black spikey hair, trying to relax me.

"I'm sorry...its too late. You better get used to it, because you'll be
doing this alot." he said as he looked me dead in the eyes. "I know you
want to suck me off and enjoy my cock, but if you even want to come close
to sucking me off, you have to do this. Are you ready?" he said as he
gulped another chug of water.

Like he gave me much of a choice. All I could do is nod my head, struggle
in my confines and look up at him. "MMEESS MIR!" as I said "Yes Sir" as I
nodded. Aaron then reached down in his tight white boxer briefs and pulled
them down. His cock was gorgeous. It was semi-hard at about 8 inches it
looked like and it was completley shaved. I wanted it in my mouth so bad,
but I knew I would be tasting what was coming out of it...and it wasn't
cum...yet. He slid his semi-hard inside the funnel and just stood there, as
he picked up another water bottle and began downing it. It was like his 6th
water bottle.

"MMMMPPPHHHHHH", I cry out panicking, my sides twisting in the straight
jacket and my hard boner bobs with my balls as I watched him downing the
water. I breathed through the funnel and it made like a hollow noise almost
like Vader in Star Wars but more broken up of a breath from fear. I pull
hard, the muscles and veins in my neck very evident that I'm trying my
hardest to get out of his tight confining bondage, but it's of no
use. "MMMPPPHHH MMPPPHHH" I moaned as I looked at him pleadingly, almost
begging with my eyes to be set free.

"MMMPPPHHHH MRRRRPHHHHHHHH" I start to thrash in my bondage, my boner
slapping my thighs hard from the thrashing, but eventually I tired myself
out. "Ok Jeremy...its time to clean out my system in my new toilet. I hope
your ready for your fluids." he said with the widest grin I have ever saw
in my life. I closed my eyes, and kept thinking to myself, "Its only
lemonade. Its only lemonade."

He reached down and grabbed a fist full of my hair and held me in place. I
tried to relax my breathing, knowing I have to chug, because it was gonna
be a relentless flow entering my mouth. And for some reason, I was still
rock hard between my legs. I never was force fed piss in my life, and here
it was gonna happen. I thought to myself, "Do I like this? Do I like being
controlled, bundled up in a straitjacket and turned into some piss pig?" I
hear Aaron's moans of relaxation, and then he said "Here it comes
Jeremy...Get Ready!"

I closed my eyes trying to relax....I hear Aaron let out a loud
"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" and then it hits my mouth. I feel it, the
first taste of piss. When it hit my mouth, my eyes just jolted open. It's
salty, warm, very rank, and very strong. My first reaction is to spit it
out, but I couldn't. I try to but it only flows down my throat and makes me
gag very loudly. "MMMMPPHHHHHH MMMPPHHHHHH" I try to block the opening of
the spout with my tounge, but when I couldn't anymore, I just let go.
"GULP! GULP! GULP! GULP!"  I continued to gulp down his strong piss,
retching before I start having to swallow and chug it. I heard his "ahhh's"
of release and pleasure from the relief of emptying the pressure from his
very full bladder. I continued to chug and my eyes are a mixture of
emotions. I was begging him with them and at the same time, there was
disgust, not for Aaron but for myself for thinking that I might somehow
like swallowing his piss, and being tied and forced to swallow with this
gag like some slut from those porn sites on the net. I thought to myself as
I chugged "Am I like that?" The throb between my legs as I continued to
chug his musky strong piss, as it slides down my throat answers my
question. As I chugged, I was still struggling in my jacket, because Aaron
wanted to see that. As I was helplessly chugging his warm urine, "GULP!
GULP! GULP! GULP!", I was still thriving in this tight straitjacket. Slowly
but surely, my arms were getting numb behind me and I could not feel them,
but it didn't hurt.

"Thats it...Swallow it all...Feels so good to clean out my system into such
a great toilet" he said has he continued to shoot his hot, fresh, urine in
my mouth.

When Aaron said that, something came over me and I began to feel proud of
what I was doing. It gave me some weird sense of pride to want to be that
good boy for him and do as I'm told, feeling a new found feeling from all
this, being proud of myself and proud to please you. I even loved that he
called me a great toilet. I looked up at him this time with eyes of
satisfaction and submissiveness. It was such a large load of piss, even I
began to feel my blatter expand just a little bit. A couple of times I had
to hold it and take a few breathes through my nose, but all I could do was
chug. "GULP! GULP! GULP! GULP! GULP! GULP!" My eyes were rolling in the
back of my head from being force fed so much of his urine, that my eyes
were beginning to turn bloodshot, and tear up. My mouth slowly becoming
used to the strong, overly salty man piss of my new master. My cock starts
to throb harder and I think to myself "FUCK why am I getting so into
this?!" It's getting a bit harder to breathe but I'm managing so far, I've
always been good at chugging and holding my breath. "GULP! GULP! GULP!
GULP!" Unable to move my arms, as my hands clinched in fists in the jacket,
my toes curled up, and my cock throbbing harder than ever. I continued to
chug as I began to feel his piss subsiding as he was almost done.

"aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....Oh man, that felt great" Aaron said as he shot
his last remaining bits of piss in the funnel for me to swallow. I chugged
the rest of what was left in the funnel, and when i was finally done
chugging it all, I let out a large sigh of relief through the gag while I
looked up at him. My mouth had the stinging taste of urine in it. Aaron
then looked at me, and lifted his boxer briefs back on. He then put on a
pair of shorts, a white polo shirt, and sandles and grabbed his room key.

"I hope you enjoyed your first test as much as I have." he said with a
smile while he reached down and ran his fingers through my hair.

"Mmmmpppphhh" I said and nodded after he finished pissing. Ackowledging how
much I liked doing it, and then closed my eyes as he ran his strong fingers
through my hair. "Mmmm, mmmm" I groan, incredibly turned on by what
happened, made into a piss pig, urinal slut for him...feeling so proud I
pleased my new master.

"But for now, its time for me to go to a party now that I got my system
cleaned out. You stay here just like that and I will be back in a couple of
hours...understand?"

I looked up at him and replied, "MMEESS MIR!" as I said "Yes Sir" through
the gag. He then turned off all the lights, except for the black light we
had hooked up, walked out of the room, and relocked it.

I could not believe what had just happened. He turned me into a urinal, and
now he left me here, still in the jacket, still wearing the gag, still
wearing the spiked collar and leash, still tied on my knees. And worst of
all, my cock was still as hard as ever. I just sat there, helpless on my
knees, as I collected my thoughts...wondering what else he could possibly
have in store for me. If this was the beginning of my servitude for him,
then I thought to myself, "I am in for a loooooooooooooooooooooooong
pleasurable year."