11. The Bogtown Rats.
We sensed that the room held more people than just us as we were guided forward. The aroma of delicious food rode the scent of latex and penetrated the scent of our own outfits. Our guides stopped us little way into the studio and I heard the door close. Then from somewhere in front of us, someone moved forward.
“Bogtown Rats, we have a right pair of players before us. They’re not like the rest of us, Boggers, chancers, street kids, gutter snipes, muggers, or porch climbers and lock breakers …” Eli stopped. “But they’re the right stuff, not just players, but real troopers. Tonight they’re submitting themselves to our dominance. Tonight they need anything, they’ll need to work with each other to provide it.” He chuckled. “And they learn that some of the best things — the very best — can only come from themselves.”
We sensed him standing close to us. “Well done, lads. Your parents are proud of you and we’re proud of you. Tonight we’re controlling what you eat, what you drink — and your sexual needs …” He chuckled. “Blindfolds off.”
Warned, I shut my eyes, expecting the light to be quite bright. It wasn’t, so I opened them carefully and found myself looking at a pair of empty bondage thrones, Eli and a dozen or more men, all in rubber and wearing the same style of hoods that Kat and Mick were wearing when they’d ‘dressed’ us. I recognised the ‘thrones’ from the workshop where they’d been kept.
“Yup. The thrones are for you guys.” Eli stepped aside and Mick and Kat steered us into place, the grins on all the faces around us suggested they were testing and teasing us. “Can’t have you thinking you’re top dogs now you’ve got your licences to start really learning …”
We’d cleaned these forbidding items dozens of times in our cleaning of the workshop and the shop, and we’d sometimes speculated on what it would be like to be put into them and at the mercy of a ‘master’ … Now we discovered the answer. The bondage suits were restrictive, and left you in the control of a partner, but these thrones rendered you completely immobile. We were now at the mercy of the rubbered men around us …
“Okay in there?” Eli asked.
All we could do was grunt.
“Good, everyone into place please. Let’s get the group photo and then it’s party time.”
The studio lights came on and Eli moved his tripod mounted camera into place as the others grouped themselves around the thrones. Eli checked the camera field, adjusted a little and repositioned a couple of the guys, the took his position, behind Mark, who’d moved his wheelchair into place between our thrones.
“Here we go, guys. Smile now you two.” The camera shutter triggered a moment after the light gun fired, and I gasped as the tens unit delivered the first zap to my cock. I guessed Butch was getting the same by the way everyone around us chuckled and Eli said, “Oh yes, the electro is triggered by the camera remote and slave units.”
The camera triggered several more times, making us grunt and groan as we strained against the straps holding us to the thrones. Then everyone was moving away, the camera lights went off and now we could see the tables of food and drink as our companions moved toward them. Mark and Eli released the straps holding us to the thrones and then removed our gags.
“Enjoy your party,” Eli said, grinning as he freed me from the throne. “Give me your hand.” Releasing the globe mitt, he freed my hand, then left the mitts dangling. “Now, you have your hands free, and Butch has his free, so you’ll have to help each other, because …” He laughed as I realised my elbows were still secured to my waist. “Yup, you can feed him and he can feed you, but …”
“Eli, you’re testing us …” I laughed. “We’ll manage.” Taking his hands in mine, I held him. “I don’t know why you and the other guys have helped us, or accepted us the way you have … but, thank you.” Leaning toward him, I planted a kiss on his cheek. “Especially thank you for getting Butch and I to enjoy our love and our fetish …”
“Bull shit …” Eli’s arms went round me and his kiss was firm. “Nothing to thank us for. Now take that partner of yours, get some drinks and food and circulate.” He chuckled. “Just one thing, take care how close you get to each other … you’re both wearing a proximity trigger. Too close and its electro-time …”
“I knew you’d have something …” I laughed, taking Butch’s hand as he moved close. “Come on, Love, we’re ordered to celebrate and circulate.”
“I know.” Butch leaned close and we both gasped as the electro unit triggered. “I should have guessed …” He grinned weakly. “Guess we’ll have to work this out.”
We managed. Filling two plates and collecting two glasses of real champagne — Eli joked that we couldn’t celebrate being the first Graduates in the Bogtown Rats with anything less. I held my snacks selection in my left hand and Butch held his in his left. I had his glass in my right and vice versa, and we found that in this way, we could each give the other a drink, and each feed the other something off our plates without getting close enough to trigger the tens units.
“See, I knew you’d figure it out,” Mick teased. “You guys enjoying yourselves? Some of the lads didn’t think you’d play.” He grinned. “Takes a real Bogtown Rat to handle it.”
Moving round the room we got to know a few of the guys we’d heard mentioned, but never met. Everyone there, some older than Eli and Mark, most younger and some close to our age, were ‘Eli’s Bog Rescues’ as they called themselves.
“Just a pack of Bogtown mongrels who managed to turn the page,” as one of the older men told us. “An’ we all owe it to Eli. Bastard’s a real fucking slave driver — wouldn’t let any of us go back to the gangs …” His companion, Jezza, laughed as he continued, “Found us all some legit work, made us learn a trade and keeps an eye on us …”
We learned as the evening progressed and some started to leave, that we’d somehow managed to land, as one of our new friends put it, ‘arse first in the butter’. Eli and Mark, having ‘made good’ and broken out of the destructive loop that caught and held so many from Bogtown — especially those, like them, Gay and attracted to a fetish — they’d set about using their new built wealth to get others started. Everybody present had a finger in some small business Eli had started and all of them were now doing well, some even employing others as the business expanded. Every single one of them had a story and though they didn’t share it all, we did learn that most had ‘done time’ in Young Offenders Institutions, some in adult jails, and quite a number had been prostitutes — and all of them were now successful in their own way.
We’d met, or encountered, most of the guys in the time we’d ‘worked’ for Eli, but there were several new to us. There were a couple of guys who had become stone masons working on the cathedral team, there was a guy who maintained, repaired and made stained glass windows and one who built replica antique furniture. Everybody had developed his skill at something, ‘put Bogtown behind them’, and climbed the rope to ‘success’ — and here they were celebrating our graduation. It made us both realise that we didn’t even know the meaning of ‘struggle’ or ‘hardship’ … or ‘luck’ …
Eventually it was just us, Eli, Mark in his chair, Mick and Kat still in the studio. Butch and I made to help cleaning up, and Mick stopped us.
“Leave it. You lads have earned some fun now.” He grinned. “Say cheers to Eli an’ the others, an’ I’ll take you to your flat and explain how to get out of the bind you’re in …”
Our protest waved aside, we obeyed, rather surprised to get warm hugs and kisses from Eli and Mark, and a huge hug from Kat. Then Mick escorted us to the flat.
“Right.” He grinned, giving each of us a ring of keys. “As you’ve noticed — all the cuffs are padlocked. You’ve got all the keys. Have fun releasing each other.” Putting an arm round each of us, he hugged, then planted a kiss on each of our rubbered cheeks before grasping a handful of our rubber covered butts, and giving us a squeeze. “Eli was right, you two have got what it takes … Have fun.”
