Vince felt out blindly in the dark, groping in the air as he tried to make contact with something, anything at all. He was suddenly brought up short by a yank on his neck. Damnit, he'd forgotten about the leash. Sucking in as deep a breath as he could manage, he tried to force himself to calm down, thinking back over what had happened.

Gio had come back after what had felt like hours, the slender candle burnt nearly all the way down to Vince's hands now, hardened wax coating his back now due to his uncontrollable shivering courtesy of the draft from the open window. It was a delicate bit of torture, not that Vince really appreciated it in his current state. Gio laughed at his almost feral growl, as he re-entered the room, slowly circling Vince to better admire his predicament from all angles.

"I would say I'm sorry for taking so long, but I am really not," Gio said conversationally. "Having fun?"

At Vince's garbled curses, Gio tapped him warningly on his still aching butt, making him jump about a mile and spill more wax.

"Language," Gio remarked idly, checking his nails.

Vince chewed on his gag, biting back the angry retort with difficulty.

"There now, that wasn't too hard, was it?" Gio asked condescendingly, patting Vince's cheek. "Let me get that candle for you..."

Gio leant over Vince's back.

"Happy Birthday to me..." Gio crooned, then blew out the candle. "Now, considering I know what happens to you Disney Princesses if you stay up too late, I better get you settled for the night..."

Gio picked up the candle, setting it on the sideboard, peeling off the worst of the wax as he did. Vince, grousing slightly at the 'Disney Princess jibe' almost didn't notice what Gio picked up after that, but then started struggling like mad against the ropes, hyperventilating in panic.

Gio looked down at the knife in his hand and rolled his eyes.

"Oh relax," he drawled. "Why would I kill you? That would implicate both me and Dita, and plus, I'd never get the blood out of that rug. Now hold still."

Breathing calming slightly, Vince obediently held still as Gio cut the ropes holding him to the pouffe, but didn't untie his arms, leaving them trussed helplessly behind him. Gio took a few steps back to admire Vince's chubby form as he struggled to his feet. Vince, wobbling slightly, his legs not happy to hold him after being cramped in such an uncomfortable position for so long, looked up at him to see Gio's appraising look. He blushed bright red, and tried to hide his cock, with limited success. Gio gave another low, mirthless laugh.

"Oh please, like I haven't seen one before. Trust me darling, yours is nothing special," he casually tucked the flick knife away in his pocket.

Furiously blushing and embarrassed as hell, Vince turned away slightly to better hide himself.

"Yeah, yeah, be like that," Gio yawned with an impressive crack of his jaw. "Come on Princess..."

He grabbed Vince by the lobe of his ear and all but dragged him across the lounge. Vince grimaced but followed, trotting to keep up with Gio's long strides. Gio tugged him impatiently into the next room, but Vince baulked, digging his heels into the carpet, yelling into his gag as Gio nearly ripped his ear off.

The room beyond was clearly Gio's bedroom, as clean and modern as his lounge, a mass of white and black, punched with some vibrant primary colours. The room was dominated by a huge kingsize bed, with a sleek black wooden frame and it seemed to drag his eyes towards it.

Gio followed Vince's terrified look and snorted derisively.

"Yeah, like you would be so lucky," he snorted. "I like my bed entirely too much to share it with you."

He stepped slightly behind Vince, twisting his ear and pressing his thigh against Vince's sore rear-end, making Vince jump.

"Move," Gio said pleasantly.

Vince reluctantly started to walk forwards and Gio marched him over to the wall opposite the bed where there was a set of black, built in wardrobes. Gio opened one of the doors and clicked something. A painting on the wall behind Vince swung open to reveal what seemed to be a cupboard.

"I extensively remodelled this apartment when I bought it," Gio said conversationally. "There used to be a built in airing cupboard here, and I thought there were better uses for it..."

He reached into the cupboard and pulled out a black leather collar encrusted in diamantes and a matching lead. In his moment of distraction, Vince tried to make a run for it. He dashed towards the door, but Gio, clearly expecting it, stuck his foot out without even looking up. Vince crashed to the floor and Gio put a foot on his back, casually holding him in place as he clipped the lead to a ring on the inside of the cupboard's frame, then bent over, expertly sliding the collar around Vince's neck and buckling it in place.

"Try that again and I will put you back over my knee," Gio told him pleasantly. "Now, get up."

Vince scrabbled to try and get back up with his arms behind him, and Gio sighed, yanking him back up by the collar and clipped it onto the lead.

"Now..." Gio ran his eyes over Vince, eyes resting longest on Vince's exposed gentalia, almost with an appraising, measuring look, then stepped carefully through the gap left by the painting and into the cupboard. "Let's see..."

There was the scrape of coat hangers on a rail and rattles of objects in a box, before Gio reappeared. He was holding a dark, midnight blue catsuit in one hand, using the other hand to carefully lift it out of the space so the legs didn't snag on the wall. Gio hung that on the swung out painting, then vanished back inside. Vince stared at the sleek blue catsuit, the stretchy material with a faintly matte finish like a superhero's supersuit. As a long time comic book fan, he felt his heart skip and... underneath that he felt a strange stir.

It would be good to not be naked, Vince thought objectively, but deep down, he wanted to see what it felt like... wanted to wear it like a second skin.

"MMPH!"

Vince virtually jumped out of his skin in shock as he felt something cold and metal slide over his cock and a thick leather belt tighten around his waist and buckle tightly in place. Gio gave a low laugh from behind him.

"I do love playing that trick on people. They never think there might be a door on the other side of the cupboard," Gio purred. "I'm amazed Aphrodite hasn't got you wearing one of these already - they are a wonderful way to keep a boy in line."

Vince stared down at the chastity cage now covering his dick and gave a snarl from behind his gag. A snarl that tapered off very quickly as Gio caught him by the back of the neck and shoved him forwards, making him bend forwards and nearly fall.

"I like to go hard on my men," Gio announced calmly, and Vince heard the pop as a bottle was opened. "And if you have to walk into work on Monday morning without mincing, I guess that's out of the question."

Vince blew out a rather nasal sigh of relief, then gave a shocked cry part way between a whimper and a shout of outrage as he felt a cold liquid being carefully applied to his sphincter.

"Settle down," Gio said coolly. "But I may yet get the chance to... ah... babysit you again, and when I do, I will not be wasting the opportunity."

There was a click as the lid was put back on the bottle.

"So I better get you used to what it feels like, eh?"

Vince tried desperately to hold himself closed as he felt something press against his anus, then gave a garbled cry of pain as it was forced deep inside him. He wiggled desperately, trying to expel the intruder, but Gio was having none of it.

"Behave," Gio commanded lazily as he pulled the strap up between Vince's legs and attached it to the back section, forcing the plug in tighter and jiggling it unpleasantly inside of him. "I own you now."

Vince gulped as he heard a soft 'click'. Gio dangled the key in front of Vince's face and Vince started forwards, automatically trying to grab it, even with his arms incapacitated.

"Oops," Gio said lazily as he dropped the key onto the carpet. "You knocked me."

Vince snarled again as Gio sauntered back out of the room, trying to reach down to pick it up, but was brought short by the collar. He reached out with his bare foot and tried to pick it up with his toes. The first time he barely got it off the floor and the second time he overbalanced while trying to stay on one foot, dropping the key in the process. Setting his jaw, Vince tried again and managed to lift the key, stood on one leg like a flamingo. Vince tried to reach back, tried to get the key, his fingers brushing the metal...

"Oh, thank you for picking that up for me."

Vince gave a garbled curse, trying to spit at Gio, and to his shock found the gag move. Gio pulled out the two gags and let them drop to the floor, Vince instantly spitting out the material Gio had stuffed in previously.

"Look, Gio, you really don't need to..." Vince began, deciding to plead rather than curse, and instantly regretted it. "AHHCKKK..."

Vince felt a massive pear-shaped lump of rubber slide behind his teeth, completely filling his mouth. Narrow strips of leather buckled tightly around Vince's head, the huge harness bisecting his face and completely locking his voice away. Gio stepped around to face Vince, admiring his leather-divided face.

"I do so hate to be disturbed during the night," Gio said smoothly, forcibly turning Vince's face this way and that to admire it better. "Comfy?"

Vince tried to yank his face back, hating the way he was being turned this way and that like piece of art in an exhibition and just glared at Gio, scowling his utter displeasure. Gio laughed, clearly enjoying every second, then patted his cheek condescendingly. Gio lifted a keychain, showing Vince the 2 keys on it.

"One is the gag and the other is your chastity belt," Gio informed him, clipping it onto his belt-loop. "Just in case you're thinking of doing anything clever."

Gio shut the bedroom door, then caught Vince's arms and sliced through the rope holding them. Vince grimaced in pain as the blood rushed down to his fingertips. He rubbed his arms trying to get more life into them, resisting the urge to tug at his gag or the belt around his waist. Gio backed off, then threw the catsuit to him.

"Put it on."

Vince didn't catch it, letting it fall to the floor and folding his arms, glaring at Gio. Gio gave Vince a long stare with his abyssal black eyes, then sat calmly on the bed, his eyes sinking lower.

"By all means stay like that. It's not me that's on display."

Vince flushed bright red instantly, his hands dropping to cover his crotch. He grabbed for the catsuit, but was caught up short by the lead again. Scooping it up with his feet, he unzipped the back and awkwardly stepped into it, tugging it up his legs. The latex clung to his skin, tight to every contour and he had to yank it up further as it compressed him like a sausage skin. Despite himself, the strong smell of the latex and the clingy sensation on his skin made him fidget slightly, a warm sensation in his belly, his heartbeat picking up. Despite the way it crushed and confined him, he couldn’t deny the way it made him feel, and the way the cage around his cock tightened.

Forcing himself to keep his breathing steady, he managed to work it up over his butt and gave a whimper as he felt the butt-plug shift inside him again, adding a spike of mingled pain and pleasure to the already overwhelming sensations running through him. He bit down on the gag again as the pressure descended on his aching butt-cheeks, then paused, feeling his butt. He might be a novice to wearing a catsuit, but something felt odd around his rear.

"Do feel free to keep doing that," Gio said lazily, leaning back on the bed. "Either you're incredibly self-obsessed or you really need another person in your life - even I don't grope myself darling, and I'm the closest there is to perfect."

Vince scowled at Gio and tugged the suit higher, stuffing his arm into the sleeve and tugging it up until his hand finally emerged from the far end before repeating the process on the other side. It was so tight - every muscle he moved felt like an effort, the rubbery skin moulding and resisting in the same second. Gio got up and stalked around him, tugging the zip up, having to yank the two sides together to get the zip to slide up. Vince gasped aloud around the gag as even breathing became an effort. Even over his loud panting, he heard a soft click as Gio messed with the collar of the catsuit, tucking it under the leather collar he was already wearing.

"Well don't you just look a treat," Gio demanded, wrapping his arms around Vince and wrenching the smaller guy back against him, running his palms over the textured rubber, sliding down over his chest and stomach to grope at Vince's pouch, feeling the metal underneath, keeping the boy contained. Vince struggled indignantly against Gio, but Gio's arms tightened around him, trapping his left arm against his side with a muscled bicep, clamping it in place.

"I'd be more accommodating if I were you," Gio breathed into Vince's ear, his thigh moving to push against the strap holding the plug in place. "You see, this suit has some rather neat functions, including easy access."

Gio tugged at a section at the front and the section came away to reveal Vince's throbbing trapped cock. Gio leant over Vince’s shoulder, easily leaning his sharp jaw on the smaller man’s shoulder as he leant down to poke the appendage.

"And I thought you weren't enjoying yourself," Gio purred delightedly.

Vince spat out a curse that was barely audible around the gag. Gio's hand moved upwards and pulled away a section in front of Vince's nipple, pinching it hard.

"Behave," Gio commanded again.

Gio stepped away, releasing him, and Vince hastily replaced the sections as Gio delved back into the cupboard. Gio turned back, holding 2 black leather objects in one hand, and what seemed to be a bike pump in the other.

"Who told you that you could cover up?" Gio demanded icily.

Vince froze, and Gio dropped the bike pump to slap him across the face. Tears stung Vince's eyes as he staggered back, making the word shimmer around him, and felt Gio tighten something over his wrist. Bringing his hand up to wipe away the tears, he saw a strange black shape over his hand, like a thick plastic bag. He blinked rapidly, staring at it as Gio snapped the other onto his other wrist and locked them both in place. Vince moved his hands and saw the bags move, following the movement of his hands inside them, but he couldn't make heads or tails of what they were supposed to be.

Gio grabbed for the fallen pump and attached it to a valve in the bag and started to rapidly stomp on it, forcing air into the bag... and Vince saw the bag inflate into a perfect shiny black sphere. Vince couldn't feel the edges of the bag anymore, no matter how much he contorted his hands, and stared in sudden realisation and horror.

It didn't matter that his arms were free now, without the use of his fingers there was no way for him to get out of this scrape, not even if he did have the keys. Gio detached the pump and grabbed for the other hand, but Vince leapt backwards, swiping out wildly with the useless globe that was now his hand and tried to tug the cuff free with the uninflated hand, but his fingers were clumsy through the thick latex and there was a padlock in his way. Gio shoved Vince against the wall, trapping his inflated hand between them as he deftly inflated the other hand.

"I was going to leave your arms free, but after that little show..."

There was another little ‘click’ and Vince saw that his hands had been locked together at the wrist, leaving absolutely no room for manoeuvre. Vince swallowed hard, looking down at his useless hands, then pleadingly up at Gio, his wide brown eyes beseeching him desperately, but Gio just laughed coolly.

"Should have thought of that earlier," he chided him.

Gio reached back into the cupboard, and retrieved one last thing, before removing the lead from the hook and attaching it to his belt so Vince was attached to him and shut the painting with a snap.

"Come on," he tugged Vince back to his wardrobe.

Oh God, Vince thought. Gio wasn't going to shut him there was he?

The truth was that much worse. Gio lead Vince into the wardrobe, then pulled a hook on the wall, revealing a false back. The door swung open to reveal another room.

"It used to be a spare bedroom," Gio stated. "But I don't have guests that need a bedroom, so I had it converted."

The room was slightly smaller than Gio's bedroom, but looked bigger because there was no furniture in it, and every wall was white and covered in white quilt-like material.

It was a personal padded cell.

Vince recoiled, trying to back out, but Gio had been expecting it. He dragged Vince in by the lead, into the very centre of the room.

"Now, I was going to leave you like this," Gio told him. "But as you so love to be covered up, I have one last treat for you."

Vince raised his terrified eyes to Gio's face... and that handsome, gloating face with its soulless black eyes were the last thing Vince saw before the hood descended.

"All superheroes need their masks, after all," Gio remarked snidely as he zipped it firmly into place.

Vince's whimpers were utterly inaudible, only 2 holes visible in the hood over his nostrils, the rest just a black, featureless expanse of latex, the straps of his head harness just visible underneath.

"Perfection."

Gio slammed Vince face first against the wall, his trapped arms crushed against the padding as Gio's long hands roamed over him... Vince screwed his eyes tight shut in the darkness, trembling as Gio explored every inch of him, then grabbed him by the upper arms. Wordlessly Gio spun him around and around like he was a child playing Blind Man's Bluff, then stepped away, leaving Vince utterly disorientated in the centre of the room, his back to the exit.

"See you later," Gio said nonchalantly, unclipping him from the lead and sauntering from the room, shutting the door behind him.

He had no fear of Vince being able to get out, it was nigh on impossible to spot the door when you knew where it was and you could actually see. A blind man? Not a chance.

Gio threw himself onto his bed and pulled out his phone, opening an app. Inside the padded cell, 4 cameras clicked into life and Gio watched his captive stumble blindly around his cell, pounding on the walls with his inflated hands. A predatory grin flashed over his face, the tiny image of Vince reflected in his black eyes.

“Sleep well sweet Prince,” Gio said, with delicate malice in his Italian accented tones.