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Hollywood Hostage
by
Doc Masterson

CHAPTER NINE
     "Punish them both," Breta said as she approached my cell
door the next morning.
     "Well, they just weren't getting into the spirit of it all,"
Trick said as the pair entered my cell with Thor following on a
long collar and leash.
     "So we'll make them punish each other with these new leather
suits you got today," Breta said dropping two large mailing boxes
on the floor.
     "Why don't you two put these on each other?" Trixi said
removing Thor's collar.
     "Yes, mistress," Thor said.
     "Yes, mistress," I repeated automatically.
     As I looked at the boxes they were labeled carefully to Rick
Hall and Thor Wills.  There was no question who was to wear which
outfit.  The outfits, in fact, might have even been ordered
custom fitted for each of us.  Although we were both about six
feet tall, I would guess that Thor had another thirty pounds on
his frame.  Although he was well muscled, he had not just
finished a grueling training session at a football training camp.
     "You should be able to manage getting the tops and bottoms
on yourselves," Breta ordered.
     "Yes, mistress," Thor said.
     "Yes, mistress," I said again coming in last on the required
response.
     Inside the box I found there were three pieces.  As she had
said their was a top or shirt, a bottom or pants and a hood for
our heads.  I tried not to examine them too closely as I knew it
would give my captors too much pleasure.  These were obviously
creations of torment and I should not let them see my fear before
I had to.
     "Put on the pants first," Trixi ordered.
     "Yes, mistress," we managed in near unison this time.
     The pants were made of a thick but pliable leather.  The
legs were complete with a built-in pair of six-inch high heel
shoes.  I found I had to sit on the floor and work my feet into
the tight fitting shore and restrictively fitting calf areas.  I
could immediately feel my arches start to cramp from the shoes
almost immediately.  They were just a bit too short and too
narrow.  I'm sure the design was perfect for my trainer's
purposes.
     I could see Thor was having just as much trouble getting his
body into the outfit as was I.  He didn't have calves that were
my size, but his suit was equally tight.  His extra long feet
looked tightly confined in his high heel torture units.  The
suits were definitely custom designed I decided.  They must have
measured his body sometime when he was drugged or just passed out
from the pain of it all.
     "We don't have all day to wait for you two to get dressed,"
Trixi said demanding more speed than we were really able to
provide.
     "Yes, mistress," Thor said in a tone that obviously said
only that he would try.
     "Yes, mistress," I mimicked hoping to send the same message.
     It took some effort, but we both managed to get to our feet
on the high heel shoes that were built into the outfits.  The
next task would be to pull the pants up around the waist.  I
immediately noticed a problem.  The pants had a large built-in
dildo in the back apparently poised for insertion up my ass.  I
looked at my captors with a look I just couldn't control.
     "Push it all the way up your ass," Breta said answering the
silent question both Thor and I had about the device.
     "Yes, mistress," I said.
     "Yes, mistress," Thor said after a pause that had to tell
the pair of his dislike of the idea.
     I found it harder to do what they said than I expected. 
First of all, the butt plug was more than an inch and a half at
its narrowest point.  It hurt like hell to insert it into the
hole because Thor had done such a good job of punishing it the
day before.  The plug had a ball-like wide spot near the hilt
that was designed to keep the device well seated up my ass.  I
had to take several deep breaths and push like hell to get it
inside my hole.
     When I finished I looked over to see if Thor had finished
his plugging.  He had, but he didn't show the pain in his eyes I
had.  He had not been butt fucked the previous day.  His eyes did
suggest that he knew how much it must have hurt.  I knew he had
had much of the same training the two were giving me.
     "There is a special place for your dicks in the pants,"
Trixi said breaking her short silence. "You'll need to help each
other with the units."
     "Thor, you get Rick's dick imprisoned first."
     "Yes, mistress," we both said with a voice that didn't show
the slightest pleasure.
     The front of the pants had a double layered design similar
to old sailor's pants.  The layer of leather closest to the skin
had a small hole at the bottom and a number of leather straps
attached to the abdominal wall of the pants.  The outer layer
obviously could be closed and locked to make a slave's dick safe
for his owner.
     Thor had to kneel in front of me to get my fuck piece into
the unit.  He first pulled my still erect dick through the
seemingly very small hole.  The rings, I was still being forced
to wear, did not make his job any easier.  My dick seemed to
completely fill the hole as he finally pulled it all the way out
to its hilt.
     "Now get his balls," Trixi ordered knowing it was going to
be a nearly impossible task.
     "Yes, mistress," Thor said looking at me with a look that
said how painful he thought it was going to be.
     He reached inside with his fingers and caught the skin of my
right ball sack.  He pulled gently, but firmly until a portion of
the sack was visibly outside the pants.  I could feel my ball
trapped inside between the leather of the pants and the ball
rings I was still wearing.  The pressure was intense and both
Thor and I knew it.
     "Just yank it through," Breta ordered.  "It won't feel any
better, if you give him the silk glove treatment."
     "Yes, mistress."
     I could feel Thor tighten his grip on my sack skin just
before he yanked my right ball through the hole.  It hurt like
hell, but I somehow managed to keep from verbalizing my
suffering.  They need not know how badly this really hurt my body
and manhood.
     "The other one is just as puny," Trixi said, "so let's see
you pull it straight through in one motion.
     "Yes, mistress," Thor said with a voice that was closer to
"I'm sorry" than "Yes, mistress."
     He again reached inside to get the sack skin of my other
ball.  It was harder this time because the unyielding hole now
had my right ball taking up some of its very limited space.  I
suddenly remembered what I had learned in anatomy class.  The
ball from the non-dominant side of the body was always larger.  I
was right-handed and my left ball was larger.  My bigger ball
would now have to come through a smaller, more crowded hole.
     As his fingers neared my left ball's sack skin, I took a
deep breath.  I set my teeth to try to hold back the inevitable
scream.  I had to resist letting them know how it hurt.
     "Aghhhhhhhh," I screamed, however, in failure as he took the
anticipated action.
     "I guess you'll just have to get even with him during your
turn," Trixi said trying to turn Thor and me against each other.
     "Use those two lower straps for his balls," Breta
interrupted.
     "Yes, mistress," Thor said relieved that I had not said
anything against him.
     There were two coarse leather straps below the cock and ball
hole in the front of my pants.  He used them to immobilize my
balls.  The effect was to separate them painfully from one
another and stretch the skin on my ball sack.  The crushing
effect on my balls made me sick at my stomach.
     "Use the upper straps on his cock," Breta continued her
instructions.
     "Yes, mistress," Thor said.
     The four upper straps were used to make my hard joystick lay
flat against my abdomen rather than arch out from my body like a
fishing pole trying to catch pussy.  The straps seemed to further
intensify the hard-on I had had since the training started.  I
somehow hoped the need for satisfaction would lessen, but the
hope was not to bear fruit.
     I had hardly had time to absorb the pain from my last ball's
pull through to its current tie down when I was ordered to duty. 
I had to pull Thor's dick through to its pinioning grip outside
the pant's first layer of leather.  I tried to be gentle, but the
fact of the matter was that the design of the suit meant pain
putting it on.
     "Let's lock those things safely away inside," Trixi said
smiling at Breta.  "You're going to get very horny in these suits
before long and I don't want you to get any ideas."
     "Yes, mistress," we both said allowing Trixi and Breta to
zip closed the outer layer of leather over our dicks and lock
them into place.
     Putting on the top of the outfit was rather uneventful
except for the coarse feeling the leather had against my tit
clamp bruised pectorals.  The two leather uniform pieces fit
together at the waist.  There was a complete set of lace holes
for the top and bottom to be laced together into one unit.  We
were required to lace each other into the units.
     The new stiffness made bending at the waist a thing of the
past.  We now had to stand at attention for our mistress.  They
called the new position the 'kind of respect we were supposed to
give our trainers'.  We, of course, agreed with them in the
traditional "Yes, mistress" fashion.
     "Let's put those masks on," Breta finally ordered looking
straight at us.
     "Yes, mistress," we said in the semi-unison that had come
from our common bonds of slavery.
     "You put Rick in his, Thor and he'll put you in yours next."
     "Yes, mistress."
     The mask was made of very stiff leather.  There was a pair
of holes for air to reach my nose and a group of pinholes for my
eyes to use to see.  My mouth did not have a hole.  There was,
rather, a long dick head shaped gag I had to put in my mouth as
the mask was put over my head.
     The unit seemed tight as soon as it was loosely draped over
my head.  The leather seemed particular tight in the ring that
wrapped from my chin to the top of my head.  The unit had a
series of laces on the back that Thor pulled tight.  After he had
made several attempts at getting the lacing tight enough, he was
finally able to get the outside zipper down.  I heard the click
of the neck collar being locked to the zipper pull.  I had to
fight a wave of panic as my head was locked away from the world.
     The mast, like the body uniform, was designed to be laced to
the rest of the unit.  It took Thor almost a half hour to lace
the mask in place to the satisfaction of our trainers.  When it
was done, I could not move my neck up, down, right or left.  In
this handicapped position, it took me almost twice as long to get
Thor into his mask.
     The only thankful part of the whole thing was that we had no
longer to say our perfunctory "yes, mistress."  With the gag in
our mouths and the mask forcing our teeth to bite hard on its
rubber surface, almost no sound was possible.  Inside the mask I
had trouble hearing anything but my own labored breathing as I
struggled for a bit of cool outside air.
     The suit was becoming very hot inside.  The leather seemed
thick and air tight.  I was nervous and that seemed to make the
heat all the more difficult to withstand.  I could feel the sweat
poring down different parts of my body.  The leather would no
doubt soak up the moisture and tighten itself further around our
bodies.
     "Are you ready to tighten up the suits?" Trixi asked.
     "All set," Breta answered moving toward my pain filled body.
     The suits had lacing grommets along the right and left sides
of our bodies, down the interior of our legs and down both sides
of our arms.  The units came with a rawhide cord in the grommets,
but the grommets were not pulled or laced together.  These
lacings had seemed unnecessary to me for the suits were already
skin tight.  I found the strong women had a mission planned to
make them even tighter.
     For more than an hour Thor and I had to stand while we were
laced more tightly into the leather total body suits.  I could
feel the increased tension as Breta worked her way from area to
area of my body.  As I watched Trixi tighten the laces on Thor's
suit, I could see how much tighter they were making these painful
garments.
     "I want you two to get a little exercise while we go out.  I
want you to march in a circle around the cell here," Trixi said.
     "Remember we might come back any minute, or just wait
outside to see if you are following orders," Breta added.  "Move
it out!"
     Thor started first and I followed.  It was almost impossible
to walk in the fully laced outfits.  None of my joints wanted to
move away from the full attention mode.  Since I could neither
bend at the neck nor waist, I could not see the floor my high
heeled feet needed to step upon.  Each step, was a painful step
into the unknown.
     We managed to pace the room in a circle for what I assume
must have been an hour.  Suddenly I heard a rustling noise above
the breathing sounds that echoed within my head gear.  I tried to
look through the little pin holes to see the cause, but I could
see nothing.  The pain must have slowed my mind.  It took a
moment to realize that Thor was not marching in front of me
     He had fallen.  I panicked.  I had to stop moving and find
him.  It was too late.  I made one last balance reaching step and
hit his leather clad body laying on the floor.  I went head-over-high
-heels to the floor too.  I knew Thor was hurting as much as
I was, but he was moving to return to our required walk around
the room.
     I tried to bend a joint to let me put a foot flat on the
floor.  The lacing was too tight.  I tried to walk my hands up
the side of the wall. Failure.  Thor and I tried to help each
other to a standing position.  We could not do it.  The suits
were not designed to allow us to get back up once we had fallen. 
We had violated a direct order and we would be punished.

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