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Dog toy by Irishgrlnextdoot

Akihito laid sprawled out on his stomach across the large mattress. His head rested lazily upon his hands and he stared blankly up at the TV mounted high in the corner of the room. He had been watching it most all day. Not that he had lazed about all day per say. There was just little else for him to do. He had already eaten both his lunch and supper, drank most of his water, and finished reading the book he had been thumbing through for the last few days. He hadn't been particularly interested in the book either, but it was there to help keep him occupied. Hopefully he could get a new one soon. The boy had even tried to get what little exercise he could, just to further occupy his mind. A yoga workout had played for a little over an hour earlier and he had followed along to it. It was always arbitrary what came on the little TV, but he liked it when the workout videos came on because they gave him something physical to do.

After that he had taken a bath and washed the sweat from himself. After about a half hour of that the TV had started playing the movie Cleopatra starring Elizabeth Taylor. It wasn't particularly odd for a movie to play. Akihito had grumbled as he sat down to watch it because nothing modern ever seemed to play. It was almost always some classic romance. At least this one was in color, which was a change. The second really nice thing about it had been that it was long. Really long, which was actually fine with him because it ate up a large chunk of his day till the TV switched over to its usual news program in the evening.

If it were up to him he would have changed the channel, or even turned the TV off. He wouldn't have ever picked out yoga or Cleopatra or the news. It wasn't up to him, however. Nothing was anymore and he never actually got to pick out anything that he wanted to watch. The TV had no remote and no buttons that Akihito had ever found. Just a wireless Bluetooth monitor that played what was selected for him and controlled through an app on another party's phone.

The news was just in the middle of flashing through a bunch of different stock updates when the TV suddenly switched off altogether and Akihito forgot to breathe for just a moment as his entire being froze at what that could only mean...

It was routine by now, but that didn't ebb away the dread and anticipation that he felt as he waited for what was sure to follow. Sure enough, he heard the whirring and clicking sound start up from the wall behind him at the head of the bed and whipped around to look as the winch that was embedded into the wall started pulling back the slack that had been allotted to him earlier that morning. The heavy chain connected to it was sucked back into the wall link by link. Akihito's heart hammered and his head spun in both anger and fear as he gave one last look around to see if he had failed to finish his food or left anything else undone that might earn him punishment. Not seeing anything amiss from the rules he was to follow, he had no choice but to sit there and watch as the chain continued to shorten till there was no more slack for it to lay upon the bed and it started to lift up into the air. Akihito did not move from his spot until the chain straightened out and gave a gentle but unyielding tug at the white leather collar around his neck and forced him to do so. There was no fighting against it.

He had tried so many times before. The winch was able to pull against 2,000 pounds, however, and Akihito was a measly 140 pounds when he was soaking wet and well fed. He couldn't get through the wall to it because of the large steel guard that both protected the wall and lined the hole itself to keep the chain from widening it beyond the little gap that only allowed for the passage of the steel links. The last link on his end was padlocked to the large metal ring that hung from the front of his collar. He didn't have the key of course. He couldn't remove the extra wide collar either that spanned from the tops of his shoulders up to press under the curve of his jaw in order to force his head to remain mostly forward at all times. The clasp at the back was likewise locked with a matching little heart-shaped padlocked that mocked him endlessly.