Part 4

Justin knelt on the cold tiled floor, shivering in the air-conditioned room. He was frightened now, very frightened. All he could do was trust that the people involved with the experiment wouldn’t do anything to hurt him. He had lost all track of time as he knelt alone. With his sight denied him he couldn’t see the clock that he knew was on the wall somewhere behind him. A shiver ran up his spine making him shudder. “Someone walking over your grave,” that’s how his mother always described that feeling. He could hear the loud ticking of the wall clock as it counted away the hours. He was sure it had been hours since he had been made to strip and restrain himself. He considered getting up off the floor, but what then? He couldn’t see to find the chair again and he could fall and hurt himself, so he stayed, not even moving off his knees and prayed that two weeks wouldn’t be as long as it was beginning to sound.

He almost cowered as the door opened. He didn’t miss the suppressed gasp, obviously the person didn’t expect to find him there, or if they did they didn’t expect him to be in such a helpless condition. He kept still as his captor walked around him. Unable to take any more he whispered, “Who is it? Who’s there?”

He got no answer.

“Please, please just, just tell me what’s happening.” A hand wrapped around his upper left arm and he was pulled up to his feet. “Please,” he begged. “I’m scared.” the person pulled him, making him walk slightly in front of him, but keeping a controlling hand firmly on him. Justin whimpered, he was being made to walk naked through the university; he prayed that there was no one to see. The corridors seemed never ending to him, then the floor moved beneath his feet, he was in an elevator. “Oh god!” The hand tightened reassuringly then loosened again. For an eternity they travelled up or down, Justin couldn’t tell anymore, he thought it was down but then suddenly he wasn’t so sure. He didn’t resist as he was manhandled out of the elevator and made to start walking again. He stumbled down some steps, not falling only because of the steadying hand still on his arm. A door opened, it sounded heavy as it clunked closed behind him. Again he was forced forward, then he was pushed, he stumbled forwards tripping and falling forward. He cringed and turned his head, his face screwed up as he waited for the pain to start, almost crying when he landed face down on a lumpy mattress. He curled his legs under him and hid his face in the musky bedding, willing the tears welling behind his eyes not to fall. “What are you going to do to me?” He asked, not able to keep the begging from his voice. He heard the rattle of a cage door slamming shut and the distinctive sound of a key turning in a lock. Finally he began to cry.

Joshua walked down the corridor to room 510, he opened the door, gasping in surprise as he saw the naked, cuffed man on his knees waiting. He almost apologised then remembered he wasn’t to speak to his prisoner for at least an hour. Instead he walked around the kneeling man, taking in his athletic physique, he thought he recognised the man, but wasn’t sure, he’d know once the blindfold was off. He touched the man’s arm and the captive cringed back as if he had been burned. The man was obviously frightened and hadn’t been warned to silence as he himself had been as he began to beg for answers. Joshua took a tight hold on his arm and yanked him to his feet.

“Please,” he begged, “please I’m scared.” Joshua swallowed the words of comfort that were on the tip of his tongue and pulled his captive out into the corridor, the sooner he had him in the cage the sooner the countdown to taking off the blindfold and cuffs would begin.

He had to restrain himself from rushing to the man’s side as he stumbled over the mattress and landed face down. Instead he locked the cage’s door and went to explore his accommodation. His room was very comfortable. A big king sized bed, a small dining table on top of which sat a personal disc player and a supply of batteries. A pile of CDs sat next to it. Joshua flicked through noticing that they were all his favourite artists. He shrugged and looked around the room. A TV, a DVD player and a selection of films sat in the corner. Again headphones were supplied. Joshua went back to the room where the caged man was, he couldn’t help but feel sorry for him, he was sure the man wouldn’t have signed up for this if he knew he was going to be kept like a caged animal. He knew he wouldn’t have.

He noticed a table he hadn’t before, on it were two piles of clothes and a letter. He went over and picked up the paper reading the instructions on it.


When one hour is passed you may un-cuff your prisoner and take off his blindfold. It is completely your choice you do not have to follow these instructions.

You will see two piles of clothes, these are for your prisoners use, he may wear one pile or the other, these clothes are to be used as a reward or punishment, the prisoner may of course also be kept nude.

You will notice the prisoner has no toilet or washing facilities, but there is an open toilet pan in the far corner of the room. This is for the prisoners use. Your bathroom is private and is attached to your apartment. To use these facilities the prisoner must be released from the cage. He may not leave the cage unless he is cuffed before hand.

You do not need to know the prisoners name, you will caution him not to tell you. His name is what ever you want it to be. His life is now in your hands. You make the rules; his role is to follow them. You decide what you want to know about him, he may know nothing about you.

You will be contacted in a couple of days.

Joshua looked at the caged man then at his wristwatch, sighing he went back to his apartment and put on a film to pass the time.

Joshua stretched and yawned, blinking his eyes in the fierce artificial light. He thought hard; trying to remember where he was realising that he must have fallen asleep in the oversized comfort of the sofa. He switched off the TV, blinking as he tried to shake the fuzziness from his brain. He went to the fridge and pulled out a beer. Cracking it open he took a long swig. His stomach growled and he remembered he hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast. He made himself a sandwich and sat down to eat. He gazed up at the clock in his room, 8 o’clock. It was late.

8 o’clock! Joshua nearly choked, he had forgotten his prisoner, he was meant to have released him two hours ago, “Fuck!” He swore under his breath and hurried into the area where the cage was. The man was almost in the same position as he was left; only he had curled up on to his side and had fallen asleep. His chest rose and fell as his even breaths were taken. Joshua couldn’t help but admire the long muscles that rippled beneath his golden brown skin. His white tan line stood out starkly in the brightly lit room. Joshua’s eyes followed the white patch of skin. The man had a thatch of soft looking curls that his cock nestled in. The brunette couldn’t take his eyes from the half hard organ. It was about 7 inches in length and about an inch and a half in girth, below it hung a heavy ball sack, slightly swollen as if it was full. Shaking himself from his stupor Joshua unlocked the cage and knelt beside the sleeping man, taking off his blindfold. He started to take off the handcuffs but then decided not to. The note had said he was to be cuffed when out of the cage, and Joshua was pretty sure he would need to relieve himself. He shook the man. The prisoner whimpered slightly and opened his eyes. Joshua gulped, the prisoners baby blue eyes gazed up at him, the man blinked, the light blinding him temporarily. His pupils shrank as his body tried to compensate for the sudden influx of light, then slowly began to widen again as his eyes adjusted to the brightness.

“Who are you?” He whispered.

Joshua rubbed his thumb over the man’s lips. “Do you need to piss?” he asked.

Justin nodded timidly in reply and turned so that Joshua could reach his cuffs, looking puzzled when Joshua grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to his feet.

He pushed his captive in front of the toilet pan, “there you go.” He said and started to walk away.

“Umm, could you undo my hands please I can’t, you know, not with out my hands.”

The jailor swore for the umpteenth time that day and turned around. He came up close behind Justin and reached around him, taking his cock in his hand and pointing it at the toilet. “Now piss,” he said angry that he hadn’t realised what a problem his prisoner having no hands was going to be. He was going to have to clean him up after as well. Well maybe he could get around that by taking him back to his cage and locking him in before giving him the means to wipe himself. He chuckled as the captive turned bright red and shook as he tried to relieve himself. He couldn’t resist leaning into his ear and murmuring, I’m your jailor, it seems like we will be getting to know each other pretty well over the next few weeks.” Justin’s flow stopped and Joshua gave him a little shake, do you need to empty yourself?” he asked not unkindly. Justin shook his head, unable to speak because his jailors hand was still wrapped around his dick.

“I can’t hear you. I asked if you needed to empty yourself?”

A timid “no sir” was breathed more than spoken and Joshua smiled. Whoa, now this was what you called power.

He frog-marched Justin back to his cage and pushed him inside, locking the door behind him. “Hands.” he demanded. The caged man pushed his hands through the bars and Joshua unlocked the cuffs. “Kneel down facing me.“ Again the caged man obeyed, his head down, not wanting to be looked at. “Are you hungry?”

“Yes sir.”

“Then I’ll get you something to eat. Stay there till I get back.” Joshua went back to his apartment and washed his hands, he turned and spotted a note on the dinning table. Ripping it open he read.


In the right hand cupboard you will find food for your prisoner, it is made up by adding one cup of water to one measure of powder. Do not worry it contains all the vitamins and minerals he needs, and also contains protein. It tastes of nothing. He eats it or starves. His bowl is under the sink in the kitchen.

Joshua opened the cupboard door and pulled out a jar of grey looking grainy powder he took it over to the sink and retrieved a small wooden bowl. He carefully measured out one scoop of powder, tipping it into the bowl. Then he added one cup of water, stirring it till it turned into a paste. He dipped his finger into the food and tasted it. “Yuk. That fucking tastes like shit.” grabbed his beer from where he had left it earlier, draining the bottle to get rid of the nasty taste in his mouth.

He took the bowl back to where Justin knelt obediently waiting to be fed. Justin pushed the bowl through the bars, “Eat it.”

Justin picked up the dish, studying the contents. He looked up meeting Joshua’s eyes, his mouth trembling. “What is it?” he asked quietly.

“Fucked if I know, its what I was told to give you, so eat it.” Joshua crossed his arms and glared at the unfortunate man trying not to look sorry for him.

“Can’t I even have a spoon?”

“Use your fingers and be grateful you don’t have to eat if off the floor with your hands cuffed behind your back like a dog.” Ok Joshua that was mean. The brunette inwardly chastised himself as he watched his captive scoop a little of the paste onto his fingers and put it in his mouth. Justin gagged and nearly dropped his bowl; he looked up at his jailor. “I can’t please. I can’t eat this.”

Joshua made his face harden, “Eat it or starve,” he said as he went back to his rooms.