Osiris --------------------------------------------- by Tied_True, reachable at the big Y! Subject matter: gay male bondage and control --------------------------------------------- David introduced me to Lars, a twenty-something Swedish Egyptology student at the American University in Cairo. Lars was tall and handsome (aren't all Swedes?) and of course blond. He cornered me at a party and dived immediately in to a detailed explanation of all things Egyptian. I was rapt in attention, mostly because he was so beautiful. Lars and I arranged to meet the next day, and he gave me a guided tour of the Egyptian Museum. Afterwards he invited me over to his place for tea. I couldn't refuse, having spent all afternoon gazing into his coral blue eyes and wondering just how it would feel for him to fuck me. He lived in a stylish one bedroom flat in Zamalek filled with beautiful Egyptian furniture from the early 20th century. Nearly everything in the place was wooden - a wood-framed Arabic clock, a mahogany sideboard, a massive slab of timbers as the dining room table. Even his bed was solid oak, with posts on all four corners and a high headboard. We sat in the living room with our tea on top of a large wooden box that served as the coffee table. We chatted about life in Cairo, his work, and his excellent taste in furniture. "This table, for example, is really just a moving crate from the 1920's." He told me. "These boxes were sometimes used for smuggling, and are even big enough to hold a grown man." We joked about that for a minute before he said, "Why don't you try it?" Try it? Get in the box? "Yes, just give it a try," he insisted. "I've always wanted to see if it's possible to tell from the outside if someone is hiding inside the box. It will help me understand how they used to do it. Please?" Lars was so handsome I'd do just about anything for him, but this seemed a bit strange. Still, what could be the harm? I wanted to humor him, and I figured it would increase my chances of his fucking me later. So we removed the tea cups and upended the box, setting it on a rug. Lars brought in a wooden cover from the other room, and I crouched down into the thing. It was only just big enough for me to squeeze in, with my legs folded beneath me and my head bent into a corner. He placed the lid on top of the box and it was darkness. ********** I still had a crick in my neck when I woke up, but that wasn't all that was wrong. The head of my cock was being pinched and I had to pee. I was starting to get hard and the pain on my glans was increasing. I tried to reach down to my crotch but couldn't. I couldn't move at all! I panicked briefly and struggled in a spasm, realizing I was tied spread eagle, gagged and blindfolded. What had happened to me?!?! I remember foolishly stepping into Lars's stupid box and now this! I tried to scream but I nothing came out. I was truly fucked. Mmmmmmmmmpphhh!!! I moaned into the gag as loud as I could but it was useless. Something huge and rubbery was in my mouth and I couldn't push it out. I couldn't see either, which just increased my panic. I thrashed my head back and forth, but that did nothing, except cause pain in my nipples. There must be clamps on them. It was impossible to shake them off. My head was the only part of my body I could move. I was laying flat on a bed or something, and my arms were spread wide and above my head, held by restraints of some kind around each wrist. I felt a collar tight around my neck, and there were straps around my torso as well. My legs were spread wide and restrained at the ankles, probably tied to the far corners of the bed. Two more bindings pulled my knees to the sides of the bed, leaving my crotch especially wide open and feeling very vulnerable. It felt like something was biting into the head of my cock and I was desperate to get it off. Pin pricks jabbed the corona, made worse by my growing piss hard-on, no doubt from my earlier tea. The tea! Lars must have put something in my tea to knock me out. Fuck! My head ached a bit and I was feeling dehydrated, but those were the least of my worries. I needed to shit too. No, it was something lodged in my ass. I could feel it slide up and down a little bit as my sphincter contracted and released with each throb of my budding erection. Damn, this whole scene was fucked up. I hadn't imagined Lars could be such a kinky devil. David must have put him up to this. Or was it Lars at all? A gulp of fear sank into my gut as I realized I was completely at someone's mercy and I didn't even know who it was. "You remember the story of Osiris, don't you?" It was Lars. Mmmmmmmmmmmmpppphhh!!! I responded as best I could, calling for help. Mmmmmmpphh!! "Oh, you're quite unable to disturb my neighbors," he said softly. "And you won't be removing that gag for a long time. Quite a long time, depending on how well you listen to me." Well you have a captive audience, I thought to myself. I remained calm, and just waited for him to continue. "Are you ready to hear the legend of Osiris?" Lars asked. Mmm hmm! I affirmed through the gag as best I could. "Osiris was the most beloved god of ancient Egypt, the creator of law and agriculture," he began. Fuck, what kind of torture was this? I moaned softly as the pain in my prick intensified. "Together with his wife, Isis," Lars went on, "Osiris ruled the world with justice. But that harmony didn't last. Osiris's evil brother, Seth, was jealous and conspired against him. Seth tricked Osiris into entering a chest, which he then slammed shut and threw into the Nile." Lars paused for a moment and then said, "But don't worry, I'm not going to throw you into the Nile!" Well thank the gods for that, I thought to myself. Things were bad enough from the pain on my prick, the clamps pinching my nipples, the plug filling my ass and the fact I was completely strapped down like a sacrificial lamb. My captor was a crazed Egyptologist who was going to extremes to teach me ancient myths. "Isis was broken-hearted at the death of her beloved Osiris," Lars continued. "She wandered far and wide seeking the body of her husband. She eventually found it tangled in the thick brush of the Delta, and she took the body and hid it. The ancients believed in the afterlife, provided the body was whole when it made the journey to heaven, traveling the sky in the solar boat. "Are you still with me?" Lars asked. His hand touching my thigh felt like a spark. He had taken a seat beside me, evidently on his bed. I assumed I was still in his apartment since I could hear the incessant horns of Cairo traffic below. I gave an affirmative moan through my gag, doing my best to appease him, and he continued the story, now massaging my inner thigh as he spoke. "So Isis hid the body of Osiris from Seth to protect it, but one day Seth came upon it while out hunting for boars. This time, to avoid any chance that Osiris could rise again, he cut the body into 14 pieces and scattered them throughout the land." Lars was now teasing my inner thighs with his legs, which aroused me and gave strength to my rising erection. But the harder I got the sharper the pain in my cockhead became. I realized there must be something covering my shaft, since it was unable to expand beyond some very tight confines. With each throb of my erection I felt it constraining me. Each throb also increased the pinprick jabs on my cockhead. Whatever tube was covering my cock must also have spikes on the inside, no doubt designed especially to torture me. I tested the restraints that held me down on the bed, but they were completely secure. I couldn't move at all, and my legs in particular were held wide and immobile by the bindings at both my knees and my ankles. I could only moan softly into my gag at the persistent and increasing pain biting the head of my cock. "I see you have noticed the special design of the chastity belt," Lars said in his professorial tone. "Quite effective. And very fitting. For you see Seth was determined to prevent his enemy-brother from ever rising again. That's why he cut the body of Osiris into 14 pieces and scattered them throughout Egypt." I felt a sudden shiver of fear as I considered the possibilities of what Lars might do to me. Could he really be that crazed? "But don't worry," Lars continued. "I'm not going to cut you into 14 pieces! However, you may notice, or at least you will learn in a while, you have 14 pieces of bondage on your body right now. You will need to use the wisdom of the ancients to remove them all. So listen carefully, Osiris." Lars's fingers touched my balls and I nearly jumped. Whatever was covering my dick left my balls free beneath it, although there must be some kind of cock ring attached to the apparatus holding it in place. Seth's fingers wrapped around my balls and held them in a forceful grip. His vengeance was apparent. His vicious hold intensified until I moaned loudly into the gag in gut-wrenching pain. At last his grip relaxed, before tightening again, although not quite as brutally. Lars squeezed my balls almost idly as he continued the tale. "Isis was dismayed when she found what had happened, and she searched out the pieces of her husband's body. In each spot where she found a piece, she erected a monument, such as an obelisk, the ancient symbol of fertility. Fertility was paramount to Isis, as she had not yet borne a child from Osiris before he was murdered by his brother." Lars now began to run his fingers along the sides of my torso with one hand, while the other maintained its vice grip on my swollen balls. His fingers skipped between the bands of leather strapped tightly around my torso. He teased me, almost tickled me, while still pulling down firmly on my balls with his other hand. The effect on my prick was immediate and yet maddening. It throbbed with pleasure and the cock cage responded with pain. "Isis then sought out the help of Anubis, the jackal-god, who is the embalmer and the greeter of the dead in the underworld. While Anubis prepared the body, Isis wept and prayed. She transformed herself into a bird, which is the symbol of the spirit, to revive Osiris. But she only managed to stir him long enough to impregnate herself with his heir. "Now before you get any ideas," Lars said, "The legend has it that this was an immaculate conception of sorts. This is an important detail that you'll need to remember for later, Osiris." I shuddered to think what the implications of that were. So far I had been tricked into a box and then immobilized with 14 pieces of bondage. I wasn't even sure what those were. The blindfold was one, and the butt plug was definitely another. It remained lodged there with an insistent presence, keeping me bottled up and contributing to my painful erection predicament. The gag stuffed in my mouth and the cock cage torturing my prick were two more. Restraints on my wrists, ankles and knees added six to the count, and I could feel a collar around my neck. The tit clamps pinching each nipple were certainly two more, which meant the harness around my torso was the last. Lars continued gripping my balls, but now his other hand moved up to my nipples, and he began casually flicking the pegs that were biting them. "So in due course Isis gave birth to a son, who she named Horus. She kept the birth secret, and raised Horus in the marshes of the Delta, keeping him safely out of reach of Seth. Horus eventually grew to be strong enough to avenge his father's death, and so he sought out and killed Seth." The painful flicking of the nipple clamps continued, and Lars used his other hand to assault my balls. Oh my balls! Mmmmmmmppphh!!! I moaned desperately into my gag as Lars flicked his fingers against my vulnerable balls. Mmmmmmmpphh!!! I tried to struggle loose from my bondage but it was no use. I was completely vulnerable, and Lars was acting like Horus avenging his father. He tortured my balls with one hand and alternated between my tender nips with the other. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! He thwacked my balls three times hard. I passed into the Underworld in pain, moaning and thrashing on the bed, losing track of everything around me. "I didn't write this story, I just tell it," Lars said, as if to justify his attack. Then he continued. "So after killing Seth, Horus went to raise his father from the dead. However, once risen, Osiris could no longer reign in the kingdom on earth. So he became the king of the Underworld, while Horus took over his terrestrial throne." Lars reverted to teasing me along my sides and my sensitive inner thighs. It made me shiver and was even ticklish, but I much preferred it to the ball slapping. However my dick was still being jabbed by the spikes of the cock cage as I endured a prolonged state of arousal, which his ball-slapping had done nothing to diminish. "And so there you have the legend of Osiris," Lars said at last, after he seemed to have had his fill of tickling me. "I want you to reflect on it while I leave you for a bit. You are quite safe here, so don't worry. There is a way out for you, if you're clever enough to find it. I'll be back in a few hours to see how you are doing." With that he gave me one more light slap on the balls and stood up to leave. Mmmmmmmmmpphhh!!! I cried out as best I could, not wanting him to leave me. Mmmmmmmpphh!!! It was no use. I heard the door close behind him, and ominously, I heard the turning of a key securing the latch. In addition to being bound, gagged and blindfolded, I was now locked inside the room, making my chances of getting free even more remote. ********** I took another inventory of my situation. Lars had tricked me into a box, drugged me and then tied me to his bed, spread eagle to all four corners. My mouth was gagged, my butt was plugged, and two clamps pinched into my nipples. I was blindfolded and a cock cage was locked on my dick with spikes jabbing into my sensitive cockhead. And I had a desperate need to pee. What kind of fiend could have done this to me? Lars seemed to attach special significance to the story of Osiris, cut into 14 bits by his evil brother. He was playing out some kind of game, and I was the principal toy. I reflected on what he had said before leaving, that there was a way out for me, if I was clever enough to find it. God, this was insane! He may have just been teasing me, but the idea that there was a way out gave me hope, and I began to test my bonds. They were totally secure. I was certain that brute force would not help me. I started playing with the bindings around my wrists using my fingers, searching for a way to unbuckle them. Shit. The wrist restraints were locked on! It was impossible to slip out of them and there was no way I could unbuckle them without opening the small padlock on each buckle. Fuck! Without freeing my hands first there was no hope of ever getting out. I sat there in agony for a few more minutes, trying to will my erection down, but with no success. The urgent need to pee kept me hard, helped by the butt plug up my ass that pressed against my prostate and my bladder so insistently. I started groping the area surrounding my wrists, hoping that what little slack there was would enable me to untie the ropes that pulled the restraints to the corner posts of the bed. But Seth had been too clever for that. He had knotted the ropes well out of reach. I struggled with my own arousal from the situation. I felt violated, humiliated and taken advantage of, yet I found then whole thing incredibly exciting. Having another man completely control me was often a fantasy of mine, despite how frustrating I found the present moment. How could Lars have known this? Or did he just do this to every American tourist he met passing through Cairo? I wondered if David had put him up to it, that kinky bastard. My shoulders were aching from being tied above me, so I stretched in place as much as I could. After repeating the stretch a couple times, something struck against the back of my fingernail. Huh? I grasped furiously in the air when I realized something must be hanging very close to my left hand. I tapped it another time, and it swung out of the way. It was too high for me to reach! Dammit! Surely this was my way out! Isis in the form of a bird was soaring above me. I stretched myself as much as possible to give my left arm a little more play, until finally I grasped the object with just the very tips of my finger. It was a key! When I pulled down it slipped through my fingers, and sprang away from me again. Damn! After several determined tries I managed to pull the key with enough force to dislodge whatever was holding it to the ceiling. String poured down onto my hand, along with the precious key. Freedom! Or at least the prospect of it. I was relieved to have found the key to my escape, and was even excited by the challenge. With the butt plug pressing firmly in my ass and the spikes still poking into my cockhead it couldn't have come sooner. I worked carefully to avoid dropping the key, but I was now faced with the challenge of actually inserting the key into the padlock securing the leather restraint to my wrist. This wasn't easy since I had to bend my fingers and my entire hand into an uncomfortable twist just to grasp both the key and the lock at the same time. Eventually I managed to position the key in front of the keyhole and slowly insert it. At first it didn't turn. Dammit! It was the wrong key! Fuck. I was tied spread eagle to the bed, blindfolded, gagged, raped in the ass by a giant butt plug, and my cock and nips were on fire from spikes and pegs that molested them. All this and I had the wrong key! After a moment I calmed down and continued fiddling with the key, realizing I hadn't pushed it in all the way. I turned the key and the lock sprang open. Victory! It took me another few minutes to remove the lock from the buckle and unbuckle the leather restraint. My left arm was free! I celebrated this freedom by going immediately to relieve my nipples from the evil pegs that Seth had affixed to them. PAIN!!! Damn! It hurts to remove nipple clamps after prolonged use. Fuck! Cursing Lars in my mind, I next tried to relieve my aching prick, which was mercilessly skewered by the cruel spikes of the cock cage. But no luck. The metal cock cage was locked on securely and trying to pull it off only increased the pain. I explored the cock cage with my hand a bit before realizing I could just pull off the blindfold that had kept me in the dark so long. It was painful to open my eyes after so long in the dark. Late afternoon sun was peeking into the room through the slats of the Venetian blinds. I was indeed in Lars's bedroom. The door was closed but the windows were open to the noise of Cairo below, letting in the blaring sounds of the busy street along with a refreshing afternoon breeze. I felt better being able to see again, even if I was still a long way from being free. I tried to remove my gag, but there wasn't enough slack to force it out of my mouth, and it too had a lock holding the buckle in place. I tried my precious key, but it didn't work. Damn. I guess that would just have to wait. Next I tried the key on the vicious cock cage, but no luck. In fact the lock on the cock cage had a round keyhole of a type I had never seen before. Not a good sign. This little game wasn't going to be simple. Lars evidently had a fetish for lockable leather gear, since it seemed that everything was locked on me. I was still restrained to the corners of the bed by my right arm and both legs. My upper legs were pulled wide apart by ropes from each side of the bed affixed to leather restraints above my knees. And I had a collar, gag and cock cage on. All these items were locked on with little padlocks through their buckles, making the restraints impossible to remove. Only the harness was without any padlocks. I was unable to reach my knees, but I tried my magic key in each of the other locks to no success. Shit. Damn that Lars! Even more maddening was my continued arousal from the bondage that remained secure, even with the freedom of one hand. I rested for a few minutes, thinking what to do. Probably an hour had passed since Lars had left me. Since there were no sounds coming from the other room, I gathered he had left the apartment altogether. I was determined to get out of there before he came back, so I made a systematic survey of his room. It was pretty spartan, but like all of his apartment, it was in very good taste. There was a full length mirror in one corner, and if I craned my neck up enough I could see the reflection of me lying bound on the bed. My vanity was shameful since I found the image incredibly hot. Here I was tied up in the apartment of a beautiful Swede with piercing blue eyes. Was I crazy? Did I really want to free myself? Maybe he'd fuck me if I was still on the bed when he returned. Why hadn't he taken me before? I would have gladly cooperated. He certainly didn't need to go to all this trouble to get me in the sack. Still, I found the whole bondage scene a fantastic turn on, so I decided to forget about his motives and concentrate on getting out. The story must be the key. Lars had said that Isis searched for the 14 pieces of Osiris, which Seth had scattered throughout the land. If that meant throughout Egypt then I was never getting out and I could just give up. Perhaps he meant throughout the room? I continued looking. Beside the mirror was a chair with some clothes draped over it, and then along one side of the room was an armoire, which was closed. A small nightstand on the right side of the bed supported a lamp, but it was too far for me to open the nightstand drawer with my free hand. My own clothes were folded and stacked neatly in a pile resting on top of my shoes by the door. At least he hadn't thrown them away or anything! All these things were useless to me since I couldn't reach them. I had only my left arm free, and everything else was locked on me. I still had to pee and my cock was aching from the constant pressure of the cock cage spikes. At last I realized I could make things at least a little better by removing the butt plug. It was being held in place by straps that ran from the cock cage cock ring through my crack and then up to the harness ring in the small of my back. The strap wasn't locked on, so I could simply unbuckle it, allowing me to push the plug out far enough for me to remove it using my left hand. Plop, and it was out. What a relief! I was still majorly fucked though. There was no way to remove the padlocks and restraints that held me down, or even the one that kept the gag firmly in place and prevented me from shouting for help. Not that I'd really wanted anyone to find me like this. I imagined a very miserable time explaining my situation to the Egyptian police. I examined the cock cage that was causing me such pain. It was made from a shiny steel tube that covered my shaft, and which connected to a heavy steel cock ring that circled my cock and balls. A square post rose from the top of the cock ring, which fixed the tube to the ring and was locked in place by the peculiar padlock. My balls hung out below the shaft since the tube was somewhat smaller in diameter than the cock ring, leaving enough space for my sac, but not enough for my balls to slip through when I tried to pull off the cage. Inside the diabolical spikes continued their assault on my now very tender glans. This was absolutely the worst part of the whole thing. If only I could make my hard on go down! Finally, just as the afternoon light was fading, I decided to remove the rest of the harness, since it was wrapped rather tightly around my chest and wasn't padlocked on. I unbuckled its various straps and let them fall to my side. Lying on the straps was annoying, so I pulled the entire thing out from under me, and in the process I saw a glint of brass. It was another key! A small padlock key had been tied to the back of the harness. Damn that Lars! This was just a big game to him. Here I spent hours tied to his bed and he was probably laughing his head off somewhere. I quickly tried the key in the various locks I could reach. No luck with the gag, the collar or my right wrist, but the key opened both locks on the restraints binding my left and right knees. Whew! My legs had cramped from being held in that awkward cowboy-legs pose for so long. There was still no chance of extricating myself from the bed, but at least I was more comfortable now. The light in the room was fading fast, and soon I wouldn't be able to see anything again. I had to do something quickly. I ran through my options once again, and realized that with my slightly increased mobility I could just barely reach the top drawer of the nightstand using my right hand. I had enough slack to pull the drawer open, but not reach any of its contents. So in a risky move, fearing I might lose my grip, I pulled the drawer out of the nightstand completely, and dumped its contents towards me on the bed before letting it fall to the floor with a crash. In fact, there was only one thing in the drawer - a clothes hook of the kind used in bathrooms to hang towels. This new clue in the game truly puzzled me. But rushed by the fading light, I reasoned that hooks were meant for catching things, in this case clothes rather than fish. But what to catch? And how? Luckily I still had the string that had hung the original key from the ceiling. That would do! Bringing my left hand to where my right wrist was still bound, I managed to tie the clothes hook to the end of the string, making an impromptu fishing line. I figured Lars's jacket that was draped over the chair next to the mirror was my best bet. It wasn't easy, and I was using my left hand, but after about a dozen tried I actually succeeded in hooking Lars's jacket. I slowly pulled it towards me, not wanting it to catch on anything, and finally had it in my hand, just as the room turned completely dark. I rifled through the pockets and at last found another key. What a cheeky bastard! How could he have thought to set all this up? I didn't stop to ponder it. Trying my right wrist first, I was elated with the padlock sprang open. I figured it would be easy to get out from here, but in fact it was not. The key didn't open either of the ankle cuffs, and since my legs were spread so wide, being tied to the far corners of the bed, I was unable to reach the knots that bound the restraints to the posts on the underside of the bed. Lars had cleverly tied the knots out of reach. In fact, I didn't gain much mobility at all by freeing my right arm. I couldn't get off the bed, and I still had a collar, gag and cock cage locked on tight. But at least I was able to reach the lamp on the nightstand now, which helped my spirits a little. Sun sets early in Cairo, so it couldn't have been past 6pm, but there was still no sign of Lars. I heard the evening call to prayer, and I prayed a little for myself. God, how do these things happen to me? And why do I like them so much? Not receiving any immediate answer, I continued trying to free myself. After half an hour of sulking, I realized I had stupidly failed to try the original key in the two locks binding my ankles. I hadn't been able to reach them before! Sure enough, I had been wasting my time lying there sulking - the locks popped open and I was at last free from all my bondage. Except for the gag, the collar and the cock cage that is! I quickly rummage through the room, looking for further keys. I checked every pocket of every article of clothing in the armoire, but nothing. I looked under the bed, under the night stand, under the lamp and even under the mattress. I tried the door, but it too was locked. Shit! I had to pee! I needed out of here! My cock was still locked up and a huge ball gag filled my mouth. I finally decided to put on my clothes so that at least I would be ready to run out the door when I was freed. No more getting in boxes for me. I slipped my underwear over the cock cage, and pulled my pants on over the bulge. It was a strange and unsettling feeling to imagine this package being hidden there on a regular basis. As I felt for my wallet in my pocket, I found two things that didn't belong there. Two more keys!!! I was overjoyed and relieved that one of them opened the locks on both the gag and the collar. At last I was able to remove the rubber ball that had filled my mouth for over two hours. My jaw was completely sore, and I was parched. I had to get some water. And also pee! The other key was different, and although it wasn't for the peculiar padlock on the cock cage (I checked), mercifully it opened the door. In the living room Lars was sitting quietly reading a book. "Oh, hi," he said casually, as if I had just popped in for tea. "I see you figured it all out." I glared at him before running to the bathroom to relieve myself. The cock cage was still locked on me, but a small hole at the tip allowed me to urinate by sitting down. I fumed as I sat there, and thought of dozens of things to say to him. But I restrained myself, since I was in fact still restrained by him. My cock was still under his lock and key, and presumably I had to find that key too. I didn't expect him to just let me go for the asking. Back in the living room Lars offered me some water and a few biscuits, which I ate greedily. We talked about what had just happened, and he asked me if I had enjoyed it. "Enjoyed it? I'm not certain," I said. But he knew I was lying. Now that I was looking back on it, the whole thing had been incredibly hot. Gazing once again into his entrancing blue eyes, I made no effort to conceal my lust. "Come back tomorrow and I'll fuck you," he said, reading my mind. "I still have one more key to find before leaving," I told him. "No, there's no point in looking any further. You won't find the key here, not now, or any time soon." "Why not?" I asked, almost in panic. "Oh," Lars said. "Don't you know the end of the Osiris legend? Isis never found the 14th piece of him. The piece that was missing was his penis. So I'm afraid my friend, you'll have to do without that for a while!" END ------------------------------------- by Tied_True, reachable at the big Y! -------------------------------------