Only a short amount of time passed before people starting appearing. By people, Blaine meant naked subs. There were twelve in total, all kneeling behind the bench/table like Blaine had expected. Only a few looked at Blaine and Nick as they entered, the rest completely ignoring their existence. Blaine assumes these subs have been here a couple of months, still not yet ‘programmed’ to act completely robotically, but having been here long enough to know the rules and for majority, not questioning the change. They sit there in absolute silence, heads down and hands palm down on the bench in front, waiting for Stretch to enter the room and all but ignoring Blaine and Nick. He feels like an object on display, no way to maintain a slight bit of modesty and no way to move of his own free will. He feels the blood flow to his dick increasing at the vulnerability, and starts thinking of as many cold shower images as he can. His old football coach ruthlessly butchering meat seems to do the trick. After several more minutes pass, Stretch returns, striding into the room.

“Ok. Gags. Your master may use them for many different things: as a punishment, for on display, for sex, and so on. You will get to see them in action today as we have models rather than just the projector.” He addresses the other subs as though Blaine and Nick can’t hear him.

“You will likely recognize the current ones as simple ball gags, albeit larger than you might have seen before.” He says, completely ignoring the fact that both boys can hear him. “These are primarily used in the bedroom, although once this size it tends to be for punishment. They do affect the ease of breathing, so when made to wear one you need to keep your nasal passage clear. They – and other types of gags - also can cause vomiting if they activate the gag reflex, so you will have to once again remember your training on that.” Blaine’s breathing starts to increase;, he didn’t realise gags could be so dangerous. He hasn’t had any training on gag reflex, so does that mean he is going to suffocate himself? Surely there are enough people here to notice if he starts struggling to breathe? But then again, they are very nonchalant when it comes to the death of subs.

The more he panics, the more drool he produces, until he watches a very embarrassing drop fall to the floor, helpless to stop it. To make the embarrassment even higher, he feels once again his cock starting to rise, wanting its own attention from the audience. He hates that it seems to enjoy the embarrassment – since his mind certainly doesn’t – and thinks he will end up hard for the whole lesson. Even the thoughts of his coach doesn’t seem to be deterring it this time.

Stretch pauses in his pacing, noticing the small puddle, and pulls out a tissue from his pocket to wipe it up. However from his position, Blaine’s hard on is directly in his line of sight, and it doesn’t go unnoticed. On his assent to standing, Stretch hangs the cloth from his protruding dick. He starts trying to do math equations to take his mind off his misbehaving anatomy.

“And drool is a problem. I advise trying not to swallow it as that can also lead to gagging, however with most masters you will get in trouble for dribbling everywhere, so try to either have a tissue with you or access to a sink if you are able to create a seal with your lips.” 57 times by 89. 5073. 754 divided by 26. 29. Why is it that the only time he actually needs math, it doesn’t help? Then again, his maths teacher was pretty hot, so maybe he isn’t really focusing on the equation part. ‘Bad Blaine’s brain’ he thinks to himself, he is really not helping his own situation. The tissue that was precariously balanced on a half dick is now comfortably resting on Blaine’s fully hard length.

Stretch walks over to the desk and returns with something else, undoing the buckle on the ball gag he replaces it with a new object. There are two pieces of metal clasped in between Blaine’s lips, seemingly only help by his teeth, and held together by something wrapped in a spring. Blaine opens his mouth again to try and rid himself of the object simply held in by his own lips, but instead the spring decompresses, opening the same distance as his mouth. When he tries to shut his mouth he can’t, the object having locked itself at the new height.

“This one is possibly my favorite.” Stretch continues, chuckling at Blaine. Once again he tries to open his mouth, this time quicker, only to – once again – have the object adjust its distance. “Each time you open your mouth, the gag goes with it. Once open, it can only be decompressed by an external force.” Stretch pushes on the two protruding bits of metal, and the device compresses once more. Blaine doesn’t shut his mouth with it, not wanting to be in the same situation, but after a glare from the guard, he seals his lips round it once more. Blaine continues fighting against it as Stretch starts talking, ignoring what is being said in favor of trying to rid himself of the object. Once again, as he opens his mouth, only for it to be jacked open by the tiny piece of metal. Such a simple looking device, but Blaine is rendered unable to do anything about it. It seems a common occurrence at the sub house, little things stopping the slightest resistance, purely for the purpose of belittling him. He tries again to rid the object, this time with a plan. He brings his tongue forwards so it is against the spring slightly separating the two horizontal rods, and prepares to use his tongue to remove the object while opening his mouth fast, pushing it out before it has chance to decompress.

He wishes his reaction time was faster, as no sooner had he opened his mouth, the bar went with it, almost as though it was attached to his jaw. Instead he is stuck with his mouth held open much wider than it is comfortable. He zones in to hear what Stretch is now saying, but not relenting in his attempts to remove the gag.

“For most masters, this will be used either as a punishment for talking, or when you go out so are on display. Few will use it in the bedroom as they can cause injury to themselves if it flies loose. Speaking of injury, if you try to spit it out, you are likely to knock a tooth out or spilt your lip, as 5226 is going to end up doing.” Blaine stops, feeling like a rabbit caught in the headlights. Stretch tuts. “You caused this, I helped out the last time, you’re going to have to stay like that this time.” He strides over to the desk and picks up another new object, this one also made mostly of metal bars, then heads to Nick. Blaine looks forwards and sees all the subs are watching intently.

“This tends to be used for punishment, and although it’s not limited to it, I haven’t seen them used for other purposes before.” Stretch unbuckles Nick’s gag and holds the new, complicated, devise up for the other subs to see. “This is called a lip and tongue press, and is pretty brutal. 9103, I need you to pout.” When Nick doesn’t, Stretch simply grabs Nick’s lower lip and pulls it forwards. He then pulls Nick’s lip through a gap between two of the four horizontal bars, before twisting a couple of the vertical bars, causing the gap to decrease and squash Nick’s lower lip. “It is much better if you comply when being put into this devise; the edges of the bars are rough, so pulling against them will have a sand paper effect.” Blaine sees Nick in his peripheral vision, glaring daggers at Stretch, who is completely ignoring him.

“Now the tongue goes through the middle gap and it is tightened into place,” Stretch demonstrates. “And finally the top lip goes through the final gap at the top. These can of course be adjusted to be different distances apart, varying the tightness of it. They are incredibly abrasive, so if you do think it is a clever idea to pull yourself out of it, you will lose a few layers of skin, simple as. Also, if they are done up tight, they will limit the blood flow and cause circulation problems. The only way you will be able to limit that is by keeping your lips warm, or trying to move them slightly to let the blood flow. In other words, behave so your master doesn’t feel the need to do it up tightly for extended periods of time.”

The time drags on, Stretch using countless different gags on each of the subs, alternating between the two of them. Eventually, after various gags ranging from bridles to inflatable, Stretch inserts a simple ball gag, smaller than the one before and this time with holes in, making breathing much easier. He dismisses the rest of the subs, clearing away the items on his desk as they leave. Once all the gags have been wiped clean and placed in a box, the guard pulls out more items before heading over to the pair of remaining subs.

“The rest have left for lunch, so I am too. But you still need to remain almost in an isolation state, so I have got some toys especially for you.” He grins, shaking his left hand containing two strips of fabric, and two noise cancelling earmuffs. A shiver runs down Blaine’s spine, worry about the sensory deprivation items. “Both kneel. We don’t want you falling over due to feeling disorientated.” He chuckles. Blaine looks around in a mix of panic and confusion, unsure how he is meant to lower himself to his knees with a spreader bar limiting his movement, his hands behind his back, and his neck pulled downwards. His center of gravity is already causing him to be precariously balanced, without having to move. He sees Nick is thinking the same thing, but looking back to Stretch he realizes there isn’t a way out of this.

He starts to squat down, trying to maintain his balance, and to his surprise he succeeds. Once he is as low as he can, he angles his hips forwards to lower his knees to the floor. He lands heavily, sending a jolt through his bones, but is otherwise unharmed. Watching Nick start to descend, following the method Blaine discovered, he smirks to himself. Nick isn’t quite as graceful or as well balanced as Blaine, causing him to fall before he is even half way down. He hears Stretch chuckle, but is stopped when he tries to look by the chain linking his collar to the bar.

“That was much better than I was expecting, well done subs,” he says from somewhere above Blaine as a piece of fabric enters his vision. It is a simple strip of fabric, nothing as high tech as some of the gags used, Blaine thinks it might have been a scarf when it was in its prime condition, but now looks little more than a rag. Stretch knots it behind his head, not too tight to cause pain but enough so Blaine wouldn’t be able to shake it off. It completely blocks his vision, and almost eliminates all light in the room. There is a slight gap at the bottom allowing Blaine to peak, but Stretch must have a sixth sense because it is soon gone. Next the bulky earmuffs are placed over Blaine’s ears, effectively blocking out all sound. He feels panic starting to rise slightly as Stretch pushes his head forwards until it is in contact with the floor. However once his head is on the ground the panic slowly decreases again, the dizziness caused by the disorientation reduced with the extra contact point.

Blaine has no ability to track the passing of time. His knees start going numb and his back aches from the strain. He keeps shifting slightly to try and get into a more comfortable position, but doesn’t dare move too much in case he accidentally over balances and causes himself more injury.

Blaine is sure it can’t be much longer until someone returns. He got the impression that it was only a lunch break and then the same subs would be returning, and he could have sworn that it had been longer than the time he is normally allowed for lunch. But then again, without use of any of his senses, he couldn’t really guesstimate at how long it had been. And for all he knows, they could have returned already and he is sat in a room surrounded by people. Panic starts slowly making itself known, and he has to do everything within his power to not have a full freak out.