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POOR CHUMP CHAPTER 1
Matthew sat patiently in his special chair, waiting for his wife to come home with her date. She had left him about an hour ago, bound tight in the bondage chair that they had ordered from Europe several months ago. It was a unique chair, sitting on wheels just like a computer chair, although it was far from any ordinary computer chair. Sticking out of the side of the seat were two shackles, one on each side for his ankles to be secured into. The ankle shackles required his knees to be bent and his thighs to be spread out, exposing his chastised penis in a most vulnerable way. His arms were bound to the arm rests with four thick straps on each side, beginning at the wrists and going up the forearm; with the final strap binding his biceps to the back of the chair. He was completely naked- except for his chastity belt and the pink collar around his neck. He had a gag on his mouth with a 3 inch rubber penis protruding out of it, poking the back of his throat.
Matthew and Lorraine were a kinky couple, living a full-time cuckold lifestyle that many would envy. They had a primary bull who would come over weekly, but sometimes Lorraine would go out and find a new guy to bring home for the night. She never had any issues finding a date, with her smoking hot body, and it turns out guys are pretty eager to show off, especially when they're banging some dude's wife right in front of him. But Matthew loved to watch, and loved being locked in his chastity belt too. Lorraine always had her own magnetic pull to attractive men- they loved to be around her and she loved to be around them. The couple had been living their alternative lifestyle for the last three years, and had enjoyed several bulls in their time together. He was okay with being allowed to jack off a couple times a month only when allowed permission by his wife and their main bull, Jay, while Lorraine was more than happy to be a big whore and rub it right in his face.
She had left about an hour ago with Sean- some 24 year old pizza delivery driver with "smoking hot abs and a sexy car"- according to Lorraine. 35 year old Matthew sat bound in his chair, watching the computer screen in front of him, trying to imagine what might be happening on his wife's date with the 24 year old. Lorraine has a fetish blog online where she documents pictures and small videos from their kinky adventures and shares them with other bloggers. Together, she and Jay comprised a slideshow for Matthew to watch whenever he was left alone, just so he wouldn't get too bored. The slideshow would be left on an endless loop until turned off, featuring multiple pictures of them having sex, getting their feet worshiped by Matthew, and then a few pictures of Jay flexing with Lorraine smiling at his side. There were also some pictures of Lorraine's feet and dirty socks, as well as a few of Jay sporting some dirty, worn out looking socks with a cocky smirk on his face. Matthew had an insatiable foot fetish, and Lorraine and Jay loved to tease him with their feet. He didn't like men or their feet, but Jay was the boss when he was 'over for a visit', and Matthew didn't want to protest anyways because he enjoyed submitting. Lorraine would often leave the slideshow playing for him to keep him excited while she was out, and he loved to be bound to his chair and watch it.
Just as Matthew was staring at a picture of Lorraine with her feet kicked up on the ottoman, he suddenly heard glass breaking from downstairs. First one shatter, followed by another, causing Matthew to suddenly become alarmed. They lived in a nice neighborhood, but nobody is exempt from the possibility of their home being burglarized in Chicago. He pulled hard against his restraints, trying to wiggle himself free so that he could go and hide, but he knew the quality of the chair that they had purchased. The thousand dollar chair was definitely worth every penny, as it was crafted for extreme bdsm play and designed to be inescapable. He knew that he would be helpless, and at any moment someone was going to walk in and discover him strapped in the chair in all his kinky glory.
He could hear noise from downstairs, the sounds of things being thrown around and distant talking. He couldn't make out their words yet, but he could tell there were multiple men downstairs and they were very talkative. After a few minutes, Matthew heard them barreling up the stairs. He knew there wasn't much time, he was about to be exposed to these criminals and even worse, he was completely and very obviously helpless. They were moving fast, and before he knew it the door was busting open and two men were coming in.
When they first entered the bedroom, they went straight for the closet, not noticing the bound cuckold sitting calmly in the corner of the room in front of the computer desk. One went into the closet and the other went for the jewelery box on the dresser. Matthew's caged penis was starting to strain against the bars from the thrill of being caught, although in his mind he wasn't sexually excited at all. He was freaking out, hoping that they wouldn't notice him and he would remain undiscovered. "Dude, check it out. These people must have money, check out all of this perfume. Expensive shit, never even been opened. I told you this was the neighborhood to fuck with my man." One of the men said, as the other was coming out of their closet with several of the couple's expensive clothes and shoes.
"Hell yeah man, this place is a helluva score. Here, help me bring all this shit down. And tell Leon there is still some more in here. We gotta keep moving." The other guy said, as they grabbed as much of the stolen 'score' as they could carry and brought it down to the truck they had. They were moving so quickly that they hadn't even noticed Matthew, much to his relief. Not even two minutes later another man walked in, Leon. He looked directly at the computer screen that was lit up in the opposite corner of the room, and then at the strange chair that sat in front of it. Before Matthew even knew another intruder had entered the room, he was spun around suddenly, and looking at a very muscular man looking down at him.
"Well well well, what the fuck is this. I should've known freaks lived here, I could tell from the art on your walls and the sculptures that are going to make me some very nice money." The man spoke with an accent, sprouting a small chub in his waist area that Matthew was at eye level with. "That's an interesting slideshow you are watching boy, I take it you must have a foot fetish. And you seem to enjoy watching this woman with this man, is she your wife? Are you a cuckold or just a slave to this fine couple?" The man watched the computer screen with interest, watching the pictures change and learning more about the interesting discovery sitting in front of him. Matthew watched as Leon's chub grew bigger, horrified about what was to come. Would he be raped? Kidnapped? Tortured? He was clueless, helpless, and completely exposed to Leon and his crew, but still his penis strained hard against the metal bars that imprisoned it.
"Hey Leon, we got everything loaded. You ready, Boss?"
"Yes. Come, help me load this up. Were taking the computer and were taking the cuck." Leon instructed.
"What do you mean, Boss?" The other intruder asked, walking over to Leon to help him. "Whoa, what the hell man? Are we taking this dude?" The man jumped, surprised by what he was seeing.
The Boss chuckled, "Yep. He knows my name, he knows my face, and he knows that there are five of us. That is enough to land us in trouble, and I can't let that happen. He is our's now, we will figure out exactly what to do with him when we get home. Load him into the back of the truck with all the other objects, and when we arrive home he will be unloaded and left in the warehouse just like all of the other objects." Leon instructed, smirking at the helpless Matthew with a raging chastity 'boner'.
"It's a pretty tight fit Boss, I don't know if we can really fit him in there." The man stated.
"Make it fit" Leon sternly commanded, and then left to load the computer.
"Oh, and keep this between us Jerry. I want to tell the boys myself when we get back home. I'll distract everyone real fast for you, get him loaded and make sure you unload him as soon as we get home. Put him in the downstairs bathroom, the one that nobody ever uses because the sewer always backs up and it smells like shit. He won't be found in there. I'll make sure the others give you a chance when we arrive at base, you make sure you take it, and be quick." Leon instructed.
"You got it, Boss." Jerry responded, and waited for Leon to get downstairs to create the distraction so that he could load the cuck into the back of the truck.
Matthew was lain on his back and sat on top of the antique dresser that they had stolen from his house. The back of the truck was crammed, and that is why he had to be laid on his back because it was the only was they could fit him into it. He wasn't strapped down in any way, he was just left their like a chair to be tossed around if the truck were to make a sudden turn or slam on the brakes. The burglars drove away in their box truck that read 'Casey's Carpet Cleaners' on the side, giving them a disguise so they don't cause suspicion with neighbors.
In total, it was a six hour drive, and Matthew felt like he couldn't take anymore. Every time that the truck would turn right, his head would smack into the side of the sculpture that was packed beside him. And then left would send him over to the other side where he would hit the wall of the truck. His muscles ached from being bound in the position he was in for so long, as he wasn't used to spending more than a few hours in the chair at a time.
They finally arrived at their destination, which was very far away from the home that Matthew knew. He had no clue what direction they had went, if they were in a city or small town, or what would happen to him next. All he knew was that Leon had some kind of sick plan for him, he could see it in the bulge that stared him in the eyes the entire time he was in Leon's presence.
Matthew heard the sound of the back lid being opened as Jerry grabbed ahold of the wheels underneath him and pulled him out. He was quickly carried into the old warehouse, getting only a small view of the place he would now call home. "Man, I'm sorry about this" he chuckled as he approached the door to the old bathroom downstairs that they never used. The warehouse was an old and unkempt building, and over the years a problem developed where every time the toilet was flushed from the main upstairs bathroom, it would come out into the downstairs bathroom. They had the problem fixed a few months ago, but they were too lazy and careless to clean it out, so the stink is still there and there is some old crusty faeces still lingering around. The whole crew avoids that room with passion, nobody ever even goes to that side of the warehouse any more.
"And you've got that gag in your mouth, fuckin' A dude I couldn't imagine" he laughed some more, sounding like he was genuinely concerned for me but then laughing as if it were comical to him. "Get ready for this, hopefully Leon won't keep you in here for too long." He pushed the door open, kicked the chair inside quickly, and then slammed the door shut. Matthew was left in the dark and stinky room, taking his first breath and gagging instantly.
'How in the fuck am I supposed to sit in this room? I can't even do this, Tina Turner! Tina Turner!' Matthew thought. 'Tina Turner' is Mathew and Lorraine's safe word, although he has only ever had to use it once before, he definitely felt like he needed to use it for this situation. Time seemed to stand still in that smelly old bathroom, as Matthew was lost in his thoughts and stuck. He knew that they had traveled for hours, he knew that Lorraine would have no idea what hit them, and she surely wouldn't be able to find him here. He couldn't even find himself, let alone her being able to. He thought about her and Jay moving on without him, thought about how happy they would be together. They'd miss their little play toy, but surely they'd have no trouble finding a replacement for him once she advertises it on her blog. He was mixed with extreme sadness and also lust. It was a combination he had learned to live with, living in the world of domination, humiliation and cuckoldry that he and Lorraine had created for themselves. He loved the rush that seeing them together gave to him, but he hated the fact that he would never actually see them together again. He knew Lorraine would be able to move on, she lost respect for him the day he admitted to her that he wanted to be more of a slave to her and less of a man. She didn't lose it all at once, but over time it was slowly diminished. He had even had suspicions that she and Jay wanted to get him out of the picture so that they could be married themselves and lose the dead weight, but that was just a feeling that he had for the last few months.
Leon eventually came to visit the guy, after letting him 'relax' from the long trip. Matthew was asleep, so Leon decided to wake him up by grabbing both of his nipples with his thumb and index finger and squeezing really hard. Matthew woke suddenly, and was letting out muffled groans through his gag to indicate he was in pain from the pressure of Leon's tight grip. Leon let loose, and then began to lightly stroke them with his thumb causing Matthew to quiver from the intense pleasure it sent down his body. "Good morning, boy. I trust you had a nice nap. Do you like your room? I know it could use some cleaning up, maybe if you're a good boy I'll let you clean it one day. For now I have to decide exactly what it is I want to do with you. I could kill you, but I don't want to do that. Something about you makes me feel a raging sense of pleasure, just thinking about all of the things that me and my boys could do to you fills me with such lust." he talked, staring at Matthew and rubbing his nipples lightly with his fingertips. Matthew was straining more against his chastity belt, filled with lust as well from the sensation in his nipples.
"I imagine you are probably thirsty, here I brought you some water." He held up the water in front of Matthew's face. He reached for the strap on the gag, and pulled it out of Matthew's mouth. It was followed by an immense amount of drool, and a loud scream. Leon shoved the gag back in just a moment after Matthew began to scream, and then smacked him across the cheek hard. "So that's the way we are going to play it then, alright. I'll just leave you here to think about what you've just lost yourself." he said, shaking the bottle of water in front of Matthew's face and then sitting it down in front of him so that he can see it just within an arm's reach, but can't reach out and touch. "Maybe next time you'll actually get a sip, if you think hard enough and try things a little differently, eh?" he chuckled, turning around and walking away. He left the bottle sitting on the sink in front of Matthew, leaving him stuck staring at it. He was incredibly thirsty, and was starting to get hungry at this point as well. Matthew was left to think about how stupid he was to have screamed, and how he can do better next time he's offered a drink. Time went on forever it seemed, for Matthew had no stimulation except for the sound of the toilet flushing upstairs every now and then. Luckily it didn't still leak right into his new 'bedroom', but he could still hear the sound from the pipes upstairs when the water is rushing down.
Leon returns after an unknown amount of time, walking in wearing only pajama pants and slippers on his bare feet. "Good afternoon, chump. What do you say we try this again, huh?" He asks, grabbing the bottle of water in front of him and undoing his gag. Matthew allows him to pull it out silently, making no noise and feeling relief to be able to relax his jaws jaws. He pulled it away and sat it down on the filthy floor without a second thought, and then returned to opening the bottle and giving him a drink. "There you go, that's a good boy. I had a feeling you'd learn your lesson." he said. He let Matthew take a large drink, as he gulped down half of the bottle to make up for the lack of fluids for the last several hours. He gave Matthew a break, sitting the water back down and turning to look at him. "I imagine your muscles are probably aching in a terrible way from lack of moving. I can offer you a reprieve from your current confinement, but you must take these pills first. If you open your mouth and allow me to give you these pills, I will give you the rest of this water and then I will allow you a break from this chair. Is that a deal? Do not speak, nod your head." Leon explained, as Matthew submitted and listened.
He nodded his head yes, and then opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. Leon dropped first one pill, and then gave him a drink. He then gave him the second pill, followed by another generous drink. By now the bottle was almost empty, but still had a big gulp left. He let Matthew take a small break, and then gave him the last drink. He threw the empty bottle on the floor, and then grabbed the gag back off the floor and went for Matthew's head. Matthew was not happy to see the gag, and started to let out a small whimper. He was fading into a cloudy state, and wasn't able to put up a fight. Leon forced the gag into the boy's throat, and then tightened it as tight as he could. Matthew watched him walk out of the room, and then he passed out.
He woke up in a dog cage, with just enough room for him to fit on all fours. He couldn't lie down, couldn't turn over, couldn't move hardly at all. There was was some kind of board or something that was stuck into the cage between the bars that ran under his stomach, forcing him to keep his back straight up and not allowing him any reprieve from that position. There was a bucket under him that was positioned to catch his piss when he had to go, so that he wouldn't make a big mess. He still had his gag in, but his collar was a little different than the one he had on before. He had on a shock collar now, and it was set on a high setting to shock him if he made any noise. Matthew learned this quickly when he woke up and made a moaning sound, as he let out the moan he felt the ZAP instantly. He then let out a whimper, followed by an even harsher ZAP than before. He picked up on it quickly, and knew that he needed to stay completely silent. He couldn't see anything, Leon had put a blindfold over his eyes, and his gag was still tightly secured in place.
It felt amazing for Matthew to finally be out of that chair, but now he was just bound in another position that he knew would become just as painful in a few hours. He always was a fairly flexible person and could withstand being in uncomfortable positions for long periods of time, but even the best have their limits. He was grateful to be in a different position, and knew that he must now sit here and remain silent until Leon came in and decided to do something else to him. Time passed on and on, until Matthew was finally startled by a loud beeping sound that sounded like an alarm. He heard shuffling, like someone moving about in a bed, and then some masculine groans. He figured it must be Leon, and he must be in his bedroom. Matthew became aroused, from being happy to be out of 'his bedroom' and into a normal room that didn't smell like shit; but he was also aroused from being so close to Leon, especially if he is in bed close by. 'Is he naked? Or maybe he has on those baggy pajama pants from the other day, those were hot with his bulge swinging around freely. Maybe he has on some hot underwear, like a jock or tight fitting boxers?' Matthew's mind wandered, as his dick strained tightly against his metal prison.
Lost in his thoughts, he never even realized the alarm had went off until it started to sound again ten minutes later. He realized Leon must have hit snooze, and this time he heard Leon shuffling even more, sounding like he was sitting up out of bed and preparing to dismiss the alarm instead of hitting snooze again. Matthew could feel his eyes on him, even though he wasn't able to see anything with the blind fold on. He felt the stare, he knew that Leon was looking at him and doing it with a chub.
After some time, Matthew felt a light breeze across his face, as if someone was walking past him. He was excited, when suddenly he was smacked in the face with a loud, obnoxious fart. He instantly reacted with "mmmpph"-ZAP, and then fell silent. Leon was laughing like a child now, full of excitement from the sneak attack he just delivered on the helpless man. Leon left his ass in Matthew's face, jiggling it around and bouncing. He discovered, suddenly, that his head must be sticking out of the cage that his body was it. But he couldn't seem to move his head. What he didn't know is that his head was being held upward by the hooks that were in his nose. The hooks were connected to a rope that was tied back to the cage behind Matthew, causing him to constantly have his head pulled back and being unable to move it. He looked ridiculous with a pig-like nose, but Leon absolutely loved it. Matthew could do nothing but remain in his position and smell the ass in front of him, since he couldn't move his head or open his mouth to breathe out of it. After a few more minutes of just smelling ass, he was assaulted with another fart. This next fart sounded juicy, and Leon made sure to pop his ass back into Matthew's face so that his hole was right on the boy's nostrils, sending the fart directly up his nose. Leon was laughing again, obviously enjoying this wicked and unusual torture he was inflicting upon his helpless victim.
Matthew coughed through the gag, and was met with another harsh ZAP to the neck. The cough and zap caused Leon to laugh even more, as Matthew sat there and smelled the muscle man's ass. He then leaned forward and went back to doing what he was doing, probably getting ready for the day. "You handled that like a champ, chump." He teased, still giggling about the whole situation. "Hey, it's still better than being downstairs, right?" Leon teased some more, causing Matthew to suddenly realize how grateful he was and that it really was a privilege to be out of that fowl bathroom. Matthew suddenly started making a muffled yes through his gag, causing him to feel that familiar ZAP. He knew he'd be zapped, but he had to make sure Leon knew that he was agreeing with him.
"Good boy. I can tell you are grateful to be here, your boner has been entertaining me all morning. I don't know if it deserves the title of a 'boner', maybe call it 'lack of a boner', whatever it is, I can tell your excited under those bars. You like me, don't you chump? You like being around me." He talked, as Matthew remained silent and listened. "Shake that sissy dick of yours when you agree with me, and do it like an excited puppy." He said, prompting Matthew to shake his ass and cause his locked cock to shake enthusiastically.
"That's my boy, my good boy. You aren't gonna be very hard to break, it must be that submissive state of mind. I can tell from going through your belongings that you lived a very kinky life. I know you love this shit. I never even thought about it until I met you, but seeing you in that chair sitting in front of your computer lit a fire inside of me, a fire that I can't seem to extinguish. I think about you all day, and all of the things were going to do together. I have to force myself to be patient, to take it easy on you for now, let you get used to it. I haven't decided what I want to do with you yet, but I do know that I really enjoy seeing you tied up." He rambled, knowing Matthew had no choice but to listen to his ramblings.
"You are never going to see a woman again, I'm going to be your God." he said with satisfaction, causing Matthew's caged 'boner' to jump. "You will worship me, beg me, and most of all you will obey me wholly and without a single question. Failure to obey me without hesitation will be swift and cruel, as to ensure that you learn quickly and don't make the same mistake twice. I will not repeat this little 'introductory speech' again, so pay attention. You will not speak or make a sound, if your new collar hasn't already taught you, I am teaching you that now. Nobody else knows that you are here, and I'm going to keep it that way until I decide to share you with my crew." he said, while Matthew remained there with his face looking straight up and his pig snout pointed high in the air. "Wiggle that little pickle if you understand me, boy" he said, causing Matthew to shake again to show agreement with his new master.
"Good boy. You're going to love me, in fact I think that you already are. Here, I got a little kiss for ya." he said, turning around and sticking his ass again into Matthew's helpless face. He let out a loud fart, straight into Matthew's snout, it was so sudden that Matthew didn't even see it coming. He was able to breathe it in without making an audible reaction, luckily for him he was learning to accept it silently. Leon let out a mock sigh, followed by a chuckle. "I can get used to having you around." he said, before walking away and leaving the room.
About an hour later Leon returned with a big plate full of food. He sat the food down on his bed, and then grabbed a foot rest from the other side of the room and propped it down right in front of Matthew's face. He pulled up his computer chair in front of the foot rest, and then he sat the plate of food down on the floor between the chair and the foot rest. Matthew could smell the food, he smelt chicken and gravy, with some garlic. He was salivating, when Leon let his gag out and sat it down on the floor. "Are you hungry, chump?" Leon asked, causing Matthew to respond with his flailing penis. "Good boy. I'm going to feed you." He then mashed his feet into the plain oatmeal lying on the plate in front of him, then put them up on the foot rest and half an inch away from Matthew's face. "Lick" he instructed, making Matthew stick out his tongue and scape the tasteless oatmeal off of Leon's salty, sweaty feet. While Matthew was being foot-fed, Leon enjoyed his chicken dinner. He would occassionally glance at his foot, notice it was clean, and then stick it back down to get the boy another bite. He knew Matthew would be hungry, so he made him a big portion. Matthew could smell the delicious dinner in front of him, while he licked his tasteless meal off of his tormentor's foot. Leon made sure to moan plenty after taking bites, indicating to his captive that he was really enjoying his delicious meal.
"This chicken is perfect, chump. Tell me, is your meal good too? I worked really hard to make it for you, it took me a whole five minutes. Five minutes that I could've been getting pussy, or making money. I wasted it on you, so that you can have some food. Show me how grateful you are by shaking that little cock, I want to feel the love and appreciation from you. Snort, shake, show your master that you are a lucky chump and you are thankful for his attention." He said, causing Matthew to suddenly shake like crazy and flail his chastity belt around. He snorted also, in between bites, trying to win over Leon's approval in hopes that maybe he will be treated better.
His feeding took about an hour and a half, and then Leon kicked back in his bed and turned the tv on. Matthew could hear the tv, but he couldn't see it because of his blindfold. He also was on the same wall as the tv and could only see the bed in front of him, not the tv behind him. Leon completely ignored the boy, laughing at the tv and enjoying himself while Matthew just sat there like a good boy. Leon let out a loud fart, followed by a giggle. Matthew found himself filled with some sort of envy/sadness at the fact that his master hadn't come over and gave him some attention by blowing that gas into his face. Leon noticed the way Matthew's cock jumped when he farted, that is what prompted the giggle from him. He knew what he was doing to Matthew, he was conditioning him to be in love with his farts. He could see that it was working, from the way the boy's junk jumped and the small moan that he let out. Luckily for Matthew, his moan was so gentle that it wasn't registered by his collar, but Leon still heard it.
After some time, Leon cut the tv off and went to bed. Matthew noted in his mind that he had spent the entire day in his cage, and now he was about to spend the entire night, again. He wondered if he had hit the twenty four hour mark, as he was left there to listen to Leon's snores and occasional farts that he let out in his sleep. Matthew was hopeful that Leon would wake up and use him again, he didn't care what it was for, he just wanted some attention. He was beginning to fall in love with his small sessions with Leon, he was starting to develop a deeply-rooted love for the man.
Leon did not have an alarm go off that next morning. Matthew had no idea what time it was, or how long Leon had been sleeping, but he knew that his neck was extremely stiff and the rest of his body ached to be able to lay down and stretch out like he pictured his god doing in that moment. He knew Leon was sleeping so comfortably in the same room, stretched out and covered up. While at the same time, Matthew was bound and stiff, wishing like hell he could even just stretch for only a moment, if anything at all. He was learning that his comfort was no longer something to be considered, that Leon was enjoying the fact that he was perpetually in a state of discomfort. He was learning that his entire life was beginning to be centered around Leon and his preferences, and that thought filled him with a lust that coursed through his veins.
Matthew didn't hear Leon get out of bed today, but he did hear the loud rumble right in front of his face when Leon surprised him with a good morning fart. This one smelt even stronger than yesterdays, but Matthew was still happy to be receiving attention from his master. He was getting used to hearing Leon chuckle after each time he assaulted his face with a fart. Leon didn't stick around with his ass buried in Matthew's face for long this time though, he walked away right after dropping the stink bomb and started for the shower to get ready for the day. Leon came back after a while, and offered Matthew some more water.
"I know you must be getting quite uncomfortable after being in the cage for so long. I'm working on a few more storage options, but for now I'm just going to keep alternating you between the chair and the cage. Open your mouth and take these pills like a good boy, and I'll let you finish this bottle of ice cold water." and Matthew complied, opening his mouth and taking the pills like a good boy. Some time later Matthew was feeling really weak and relaxed, although this time he was still awake and conscious.
Leon opened the cage and let him out, slinging him over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. Matthew was then placed on the chair, that had been brought upstairs into the apartment above the warehouse. Leon strapped him in nice and tight while he stare off into space, unable to protest or move a muscle. He was given a rather large dose of a potent muscle relaxer, Leon knew he had at least a few hours before the boy would be able to even move his fingers again. Leon left the shock collar on, but he did take the nose hooks out, for now. Once Matthew was secured, Leon used the foot pump to lower Matthew to the lowest setting on the chair.
Leon left him there for the day, since he had things to do. Over the next week, Matthew would spend the day in his chair, and then when Leon was ready for bed he would put Matthew back in the cage. Matthew would smell Leon's morning gas, be offered his food and water, and then he was strapped to the chair to repeat the routine. Matthew had gotten used to the process, until Leon introduced a new bondage apparatus that he wanted to try.