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Testicles Taken

Applying Castration Bands To Testicles

I awake with a jolt when several intruders invade my bedroom and pin me to my bed.

The blankets are taken off me, and my underwear is pulled down. Someone has me in a head lock, others have my arms pinned, and yet more have my spread legs securely immobilized.

My ball bag is squeezed by a merciless hand and yanked violently down toward my thighs. I feel as though my testicles will be pulled right off my body because my scrotum cannot be stretched any more. My balls instinctively attempt to find refuge in my lower abdomen but they are held captive by the intruders.

All I can see are the shadowed forms of my assailants in the soft glow of a nightlight plugged into the wall near my bed. I count at least a half-dozen of them.

I feel the cold sharpness of a knife blade press against my scrotum and I discern a sawing motion there as my nut sack yields to the blade without resistance. And suddenly I realize that I am about to be castrated right there in my bed! I squirm and attempt to wrestle free, but I am held firm. I cannot stop what is about to happen. I surrender to the inevitable: I am going to be emasculated!

The one at my head hisses fiendishly, “You know what this is about, don’t you?”

Of course I knew. I had been warned that if I ever went public with the details of my brief same-sex affair with a male celebrity, I would be compelled to surrender my balls as payment for my disclosure. I knew the eventuality of this, but I never actually dreamed it would really happen!

But here I was, legs spread, naked, my genitals exposed, vulnerable and unprotected, and my balls about to be excised from my crotch. It was really going to happen! I was really going to lose my balls! My testicles were actually going to be taken!

As I contemplate my impending castration, my mind frantically mulls over the events leading up to this moment…

***

I met Armando “Marty” Martinez (his stage name) when I, as a cable repairman, was summoned to his home to run a diagnostic check on all his cable junction boxes.

It was the last service call of the day. Marty answered the door in his bathrobe and explained that he was about to take a shower when I knocked.

When it was obvious to Marty by the look on my face that I was trying to place his familiarity in my mind, he grinned and said calmly, “I know, you think you’ve met me before. I was on that TV show back in the 90s. You’probably seen me on TV.”

Of course! That’s why he looked so familiar. Truth be known, I had a crush on Marty when I watched that show. I’m sure that I, along with many a female teeny-bopper, fantasized about being with him naked.

He showed me where the junction boxes were; living room, dining area, and bedroom, and then hit the shower.

I quickly ruled out any problems in the two junctions boxes in the front rooms, and so focused on the one in Marty’s bedroom.

Once there, however, I gaped shamelessly at Marty’s beautiful nakedness in that shower! He had not bothered to close the bathroom door, and was on full lustful display in my line of sight where I worked on the junction box. It’s as though Marty wanted to be seen.

I chose to pursue this career because it seemed the macho thing to do. You see, I am a closeted queer scared to death that my homosexuality will become known to others, and I pump iron, keep in shape, and talk about my exploits with women so that no one will know my secret sexual identity or compulsions. But when afforded the opportunity to look at men or check out the guys, I can’t help myself. I give in to my lusts and unrestrained fantasies every time.

I am also attracted to women, but my most powerful urges and desires are for men. And so when I caught furtive glances at Marty’s nakedness, I was captivated in a way difficult to describe! Not only was he a great looking guy, he was famous!

I surveyed his olive-toned skin. I lusted over his genital region remarkable for its thick black pubic hair, uncircumcised penis and dangling nut sack. When Marty turned toward the shower head to rinse off, his backside was in full erotic display for me. I became fixated on his butt, the sensuality of his crack, his strong leg muscles and his chiseled back muscles. He kept in shape; beautiful statuesque shape!

I fumbled with my tools as I shot glances at him in that shower.I don’t recall now if I even fixed the problem with the cable I was so obsessed and distracted by his nakedness.

Occasionally, we made eye contact, and Marty smiled. Even though I was embarrassed to be caught looking at him, I was drawn to him and that smile I’d seen a dozen times on that TV show.

After his shower, he wrapped a towel around his loins and offered me a drink. I declined, telling him I was on call and couldn’t risk a DUI. He then offered me a soft drink, which I accepted.

As we talked in the dining area where the bar was, he kept fidgeting with that towel. Occasionally it slipped down a little and I caught a glimpse of a cheek, or a small bit of pubic hair. He even once pulled it all the way off and re-wrapped himself with it, giving me a full view of his beautiful naked body.

He told me that after the show was canceled he cut a few albums, and did bit roles in some movies, and was lately highlighting a midnight show in Las Vegas. He was 38-years-old, two years my senior.

I have to admit that I enjoyed being in the presence of this famous guy and didn’t really want to leave. He seemed interested in knowing about me, and asked questions about my job, my family, and future plans.

After about 45 minutes, he looked me square in the eyes and asked, “Did you like what you saw in the shower?”

I was floored! Damn straight I liked it! But I sheepishly looked down and barely muttered, “Yes.”

He stood up and let the towel fall to the floor. He sat next to me on the sofa and began unzipping my pants. Within seconds I was as naked as he was! Even though I was reveling in what was happening, heady that this was a famous celebrity, and eager for what was going to happen next, I was aware that I had worked all day, and that I didn’t smell very good. I mentioned it to him.

“Not at all,” Marty responded. “I sometimes enjoy the male scent of a working man: his musky under arm aroma, the faint fragrance of his sweat, and the unabashed smell of his crotch.”

So there it was: I was being hit on by a famous celebrity! And I was enjoying it to the hilt!

We soon ended up in Marty’s bed where he was brutal and aggressive in his seduction. While I enjoyed sucking his penis and caressing his masculine features, Marty seemed more interested in using me as a sexual plaything. He pounded his erect cock into my anus, stabbed my butt hole with his finger, and forced his aroused penis into my mouth so far I thought the back of my throat would be pierced by it. While he penetrated my eager anus, I feared his thrusting would rupture my rectum and my prostate. I attempted a time or two to resist, but Marty became more aggressive.

So I relented and allowed this man to have his way with me. While I was alarmed and shocked a few times at his muscular mastery over me, I also wanted him in the worst way. Not only was I being fucked by a famous man whom I had lusted over a decade and a half ago, this was my first same sex encounter!

Yet when we tangled in those bed sheets and worked up a sex-saturated sweat, Marty seemed to be performing to an unseen audience, and some of the things he said were not directed toward me as much as to an anonymous personality not there in the room with us. It occurred to me then that he had put something in his drink to enhance his libido and his energy.

When I was able to be dominant, I wanted to discover his anus. Common folks like me are always curious about the rich and famous: do they have pee holes and butt holes? Do they piss and shit? Do they react like normal, regular folks?

I had him on his belly sprawled out on the bed. I gently parted his to-die-for cheeks, and exposed his secret little puckered anal slit. Its circular shaped was brownish in color. I was overcome with lust and slid my finger in. He groaned in pleasure so I removed my finger and stimulated his famous anus with my tongue. Marty groaned again, more appreciatively.

I then wanted to satisfy another curiosity: I wanted to have this famous man’s aroused penis in my mouth again. I wanted to suck his nuts dry. I wanted to comb his pubes with my teeth. Marty climaxed powerfully in my mouth without warning. He pumped spurt after spurt of sperm into my mouth and onto my tongue. While my mouth eagerly accepted his cum, I was somewhat repulsed by the salty, slippery texture of his sperm. Even while the taste and warm feel was objectionable, I tried to savor it and then I swallowed it because I wanted to see what a famous person’s cum tasted and felt like. It burned my throat as it slid down into my belly. I resisted the compulsion to spit due to the after taste of his sperm because he was famous and I wanted to experience every aspect of this.

Finally, Marty was ready for my climax. But instead of masturbating me, or offering me his anus, his grabbed my nut sack and squeezed it tight, telling me, “You’d better enjoy your last cum because once you’re through squirting, I’m going to cut your balls off!”

He had me get on my hands and knees again, and yanked my balls back so far I knew he’d be able to stuff them up my asshole. So there I was, my butt facing Marty, my balls pulled tight in his hands, facelessly being compelled to cum so that he could cut my balls off! And yet, there was a thrill and excitement to this moment I have a hard time describing. My balls were at his mercy. He was threatening to castrate me once I climaxed. I was naked, my butt hole was exposed before him, and my hard cock was dangling between my legs. I looked up and saw our reflection in the mirror. What a rush! He was kneeling behind me taking possession of my testicles, threatening me with their removal, warning me to enjoy it because it was my last, and I did not want to stop it, full well knowing what he was threatening to do!

“If you don’t cum now, you never will,” he said warningly. I reached down and took firm hold of my penis. I began stroking it. At that moment, Marty slid his finger into my anus and began poking my prostate. Between the pleasurable sensations on my penis, the violating naughtiness of my anus being penetrated, and the menacing finality of Marty’s strong grasp on my squeezed testicles, I shot a powerful and prolonged stream of sperm all over Marty’s bed sheets. I pumped and pumped and pumped while Marty encouraged me with, “That’s right, give it all to me. Empty yourself. Pump your nuts dry. I have your balls in my hand and while you are having a climax right now, I hold in my hand all your future orgasms.”

I shot until I was sure I was dry, and then collapsed on the bed. Marty turned lose of my balls and slowly removed his finger from my anus. I shot another spurt or two of cum as he did.

I showered before I left that evening. But Marty had me sign some form he said protected him from “kiss and tell” lovers who exploited him and then made money on revealing details of his private life. I signed the form without reading it because I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell anyone I had a queer encounter with an actor! Not even my parents knew I was a gay man.

Thus began an affair that lasted for several weeks. During our sex times, Marty became more and more verbal about castrating me, a threat I found curiously exciting and exhilarating. I can’t explain it, but when Marty yanked my balls as far away from my body as my scrotum would allow, and then announced passionately that my balls were his and were free for the taking, I became powerfully aroused and desirous of the extreme nakedness and exposure these utterances invoked in me!

I harbored a deep desire for Marty to take my testicles and keep them. The thought of being castrated at the height of an orgasm was powerfully arousing! Losing them at the precise moment of my most prolific ejaculations make me feel so naked and exposed, I dripped precum from my pee hole even when Marty wasn’t around.

As our sex play evolved, Marty revealed to me his own castration compulsions. He demanded that I bite his balls as hard as I could prior to his orgasm. He ordered me to suck his nuts right out of his sack! He said he would slice my nuts off if I didn’t bite his off! Such talk was so erotic and abruptly sensual, I just couldn’t get naked enough to satisfy my lusts. I enjoyed such encounters immensely. But yet, when we were sexing together, Marty just seemed to use me for his jollies and I never felt that my affection for him was requited. I had feelings for him that I didn’t think were mutual. It just seemed that I was a boy toy for him. Yet I couldn’t stop my descent.

I asked him once what he’d do with my testicles if he ever took them.

“I’d mount them on a plaque and openly display them as a warning to future lovers who are tempted to ‘kiss and tell,'” he said.

He insisted that I stay at his house full-time. He wanted me to remain completely naked 24/7, and be ready and available for his sexual needs at a moment’s notice.

Before long, I was beginning to see why famous people were so much different than us regular folks: they didn’t have to punch a time card and occupy their waking hours with the duties of keeping body and soul together. Marty’s demands on my life, my time, my anus and my mouth, began to interfere with my job.

I was soon fired for calling off so many times, and as my bills piled up and my rent was overdue, I became desperate.

My desperation was only met with more aloofness from Marty, who took a “wham-bam-thank-you-man” stance with me. When it became clear that I could not keep up with his sexual compulsions, Marty kicked me out of his house and told me not to return. I was barely able to get some clothes on my back before being shown the door.

Unemployed, hungry, pissed off, and resentful that I had been used and abused, I decided I was going to retaliate. But how? Then I remembered Marty’s “kiss and tell” fear. I called a tabloid newspaper and negotiated an exclusive story that netted me several thousand dollars. In the story I related how Marty had seduced me, was a flaming homo, enjoyed castration play, and was into some BDSM as well.

Yet, Marty’s career potential only escalated from that point on. He was a guest on talk shows, nailed down another recording contract, and was cast for an upcoming new movie that was sure to be a box office success. And in the days subsequent to the tabloid’s appearance in the supermarkets, I was struck with the fact that scandal only seemed to enhance a famous person’s career! That’s another way celebrities are different than the rest of us. Things that would normally obliterate us were the very things that elevated the famous into stellar heights!

I finally had to take a job as a waiter in a nice restaurant, and tried to put my experiences with Armando “Marty” Martinez (stage name) behind me.

Several more weeks passed before the midnight visitation by armed assailants.

***

As the blade begins its brief journey through my scrotum I relive all these events and come to understand that that form I signed in Marty’s house gave my consent to my castration. I realize that Marty is really going to take possession of my testicles and be the owner of all my future orgasms as my masculine orbs are removed from my crotch.

Sweat breaks out on my forehead as my breathing becomes labored. I mumble through my attackers’ hands to please halt. He removes his hand from my mouth. Knowing there was no persuading these intruders to abort their mission of castrating me and delivering my balls to Marty, I say in manic desperation,

“As long as you’re going to cut my balls off, would you please allow me to cum one last time?”

In the darkness of my room, I discern that the intruders are looking at each other and wordlessly considering my request.

“What harm would it do?” Says one. I see in the soft darkness another one nod his head. They still keep my legs pinned to the bed, but one of them frees my right arm.

“Okay, you’ve got five minutes, but we’re going to keep the knife at your balls and if you don’t cum within that deadline, we’re just going to slice them off and you’ll be denied your last cum!”

I frantically and feverishly begin working my soft penis over. It doesn’t respond. In my fear and panic, I worry that I’ll be denied my final orgasm out of the shear horror of my impending emasculation.

I hear the impatient sighs and breathing of my captors. Two minutes pass and I’m not even hard yet!

“Could you help me?” I ask plaintively.

“What?” says one of them.

“Could you insert your finger into my anus and stimulate my prostate? I think I might be able to get this over with quicker if you do.”

One of them jokes, “Can you believe this guy? He’s about to be nutted and he begs us to help him get off one last time!”

I am so desperate and desirous of one last cum that I am reduced to begging my cutters to help me cum before they nut me! I am driven by not only a compulsion to shoot my final load, but to request that my castrators help me with my final shoot! And I am perfectly willing to wank right in front of them and have my sperm eruption be a public event!

Yet even in my disbelief, I am enormously aroused when one of them pushes his finger into my anal hole all the way to the knuckle. My penis leaps a little. I envision that the finger is Marty’s aroused cock seeking a rectal orgasm and my penis grows again. My assailant probes my butt hole and pumps my prostate. My anal ring tightens around his finger and I’m able to wrap my hand around my hardening penis.

I wank for all I’m worth as the clock ticks towards my impending castration. I relive some of the sex encounters with Marty, and his castration play and threats. I recollect his beautiful nakedness, his pulsating penis and spurting sperm. I savor the memory of his lovely puckered, wrinkled anus and the taste, aroma and feel of his butt hole as I tongue him out. I feverishly stroke my fully-hard penis now as I reflect on Marty’s threats to deball me as he yanks my balls as far from my crotch as my stretched scrotum will allow. My butt cheeks are exposed and have been invaded by my assailants. I am as naked now as I’ve ever been. I am strangely enjoying this ordeal having accepted its inevitability.

Just as I’m about to erupt in a seismic orgasm, I feel the knife begin to work again, its sharpness slicing through my soft scrotum, my-soon-to-be-excised testicles at the mercy of the blade. My anus compresses around the finger of my nutter tighter than its ever been. My mind becomes blurred with orgasmic, hypnotic ecstasy. The knife continues my emasculation. My hand works my penis more feverishly now. Deep in my bowels I sense the combination of anal penetration and prostate pounding as my sperm convulsively makes its way from deep within me to my throbbing cock.

I feel the blade about half way through my ball bag as my first spurt of sperm shoots out about a foot in the air and lands on my belly. My cutter pulls on my scrotum harder and I feel as though my balls will be pulled off before they’re cut off. A second and then third voluminous sea of sperm erupts from my penis. My senses are heightened. My breathing sporadic. My eyes become glazed over as the inevitability of my orgasm gushes forth with a torrential flow of cum, simultaneously aware that my balls are being cut from my body at that precise moment!

The severing is complete.

I am all climaxed out now. My balls are held up by my cutter and I see my nut sack and its precious masculine contents in the soft glow of the nightlight. I have been rendered nutless. I am not the man I used to be. I am a eunuch now!

As I contemplate my emasculation, I fully relax my body in an after-orgasm let down. The man’s finger is slowly removed from my butt and the sensations of anal violation prompt me to squirt another small drop of cum. It dribbles from the tip of my softening penis, and streams down my fist which is still wrapped around my male member. The sperm on my belly begins to cool.

Now that I’m unmanned, I’m not a threat to my assailants. They turn loose of me and I sink down deeply in my bed, my hand still holding my penis.

A towel is placed at my crotch to staunch the flow of blood. I am still breathing heavily as I watch my assailants place my severed testicles in a sandwich bag.

“The boss will want to see them,” one of them mutters.

They all exit my room as I lay panting on my bed. I look down at my chest and belly and in the soft glow of the nightlight, I see the glistening globs of my final orgasm pooled there. I have no balls any more, hence I’ll have no more sperm, no more sexual urges, and no more obsessions. But then, it was my obsessions that got me into this predicament, I realize.

Nutless and naked, I contemplate whether getting my rocks off with a celebrity was worth getting my rocks cut off. I conclude that it wasn’t. But the ride I was on that ultimately resulted in my testicles being taken was such a rush, I know I’ll relive the pleasures, the pain, the erotica, and the recollections of it for the rest of my life!

Now that my testicles have been taken, memories are all I’ll have left!

I rise gently from my bed, and dial 9-1-1, remembering what Marty said he’d do with my testicles if he had to take them: mount them on a plaque in his home to display for future lovers who may be tempted to “kiss and tell.”

BDSM Links And Resources

These should be particularly helpful to those who are new to BDSM and looking to explore D/s relationships, as the best way to go about that is to first read everything you can and then read even more! Not only will this allow you to educate yourself, help keep you safe and avoid any potential mistakes or regrets, but also the more you understand something, the less intimidating it will seem.

If you have anything to add, please don’t hesitate to let me know and I will update this list, in particular if there any books that a submissive might find helpful or informative, as most of the books I have read or included are intended for Dominants.

Note: For the sake of consistency and readability, I have used capitals throughout this document and have not used lower case when referring to submissives or slaves.

Websites:

  • Babygirls ‘n’ Daddy Doms: Website dedicated to littles, babygirls and Daddy Doms, with a lot of useful information on the subject.
  • Collarme: A free BDSM dating website and community, that is probably the most popular and a better option than the commercial alternatives.
  • DS Arts: Academy of DS Arts, fairly self explanatory.
  • Evil Monk: Ambrosio’s BDSM Website, featuring many useful articles.
  • Fetlife: An online BDSM community that I would highly recommend and which is perhaps best described as Facebook for the kinky, allowing users to create a profile, publish photos or writing and join interest groups where you can ask .
  • Kink Academy: An online resource with many educational and instructional videos on various aspects of BDSM, although users must pay a small fee to access all of the content.
  • Submissive Guide: As the name suggests, this is an online resource for submissives.
  • The Iron Gate: A general BDSM online resource, with many articles, essays and even stories on the subject.

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The Family Slave

Hello, let me start off by telling you more about myself. My name is Carter and I am turning 18 years old today. I just graduated from high school and have always looked forward to my life starting as an adult. I have never been athletic. I am an average student and graduated in the middle of my class. I am about 5’10” tall and weigh 155 pounds.

You could say I’m kind of on the skinny side. I have Blond hair and green eyes. You could say I am very cute looking. Not a sex object just your average Twink looking gay boy. Now I know I’m gay, but I am still a virgin and in the closet. I am very close to my family, so I think they know I’m gay, but I have never come out and told them.

I have a big family. There is my dad and mom, and my dad has 2 brothers and one sister, my mom has 2 sisters and 3 brothers, and I have 4 brothers and no sisters. I have 3 older brothers and one younger brother. And lots of cousins. So, its my birthday and I’m out with a couple of friends. My oldest brother texts me and tells me I need to come home right away.

So, me and my two friends head to my house and when I walk in all my family is there yelling SURPRISE. They had set up a party for my 18th birthday. I was shocked and happy. We all partied and had fun all night long. I decided to tell my dad that I was gay so I asked him if I could talk to him in the other room and once there, I was very nervous and just came right out and said.

“Dad I think you might already know this, but I need to tell you that I’m gay.”

My dad looked right at me and said.

“I know Carter, the whole family knows. We just figured you would tell us when you’re ready. If you ever need to talk about it or have questions don’t be afraid to ask me or your brothers anything.”

I looked at my dad with a big smile and a feeling of relief. And we went back to the party. After the party was over all my brothers stayed the night because it was getting late. I couldn’t sleep so I snuck into my brothers’ room that was one year older than me and still live at the house. I woke him up and asked him if we could go for a walk outside that I needed to talk to him.

We went outside and I told him about me being gay and that I told dad earlier in the day at the party. He laughed and told me.

“Like we didn’t already know. So, are you a Top or Bottom?”

I looked at my brother and said.

“I don’t know I am still a virgin and I don’t know what I like.”

So, let’s stop the conversation I am having with my brother so I can let you know about him. He has the same build and looks as I do. Blond hair and green eyes, he is 19 years old and his name is Josh. He is 5’11” and about 160 pounds. He has blond hair like me and green eyes like me also. We have been inseparable ever since we were little. He is my closest brother, we did everything together growing up, but the biggest difference between us is he is straight and has a girlfriend. So back to what we were talking about.

So, after telling him I was a Virgin my brother looked at me and said.

“Well Carter let me say one thing real fast, my girl hates sucking my dick so why don’t you get down on those knees of your and get to sucking my dick.”

I looked at him and thought did he just say that to me? I look right into Josh’s eyes and said.

“Are you serious? You really want me to suck your dick? I have never had sex or sucked a dick ever in my life. I won’t be good at it”

“Yeah bro I want you to, the way I look at it is that you can get the practice and I can get my dick sucked at the same time because my girl won’t suck me.”

I looked at Josh and the I went to my knees and said.

“Ok Josh lets do this. I will suck your dick for you.”

Josh then said to me.

“Now don’t get so jumpy just yet Carter, you have to know a few things before you say yes. I will not treat you as my brother but as a bitch. Just so you know once we start, I will not stop until I cum. Also, you need to know it won’t be a one-time thing, anytime and anywhere I tell you to drop to your knees and suck my dick you must obey, and I’m not going to be nice, I will teach you how to suck a proper dick.”

I looked right in my brothers face and agreed to his terms, I just wanted to suck my first dick so bad right then. So, Josh moved closer and got his crotch right to my face and looked down at me and said.

“What are you waiting for bitch? Get my dick out and start sucking faggot.”

I looked up at my brother and said.

“Do you seriously have to talk to me that way Josh?”

Josh then raised his hand and slapped me across the face as hard as he could and said.

“First off bitch yes I do need to talk to you that way, I told you before you agreed to this that I will treat you as a bitch, second off don’t you ever talk back to me ever again and do as your ordered to do.”

So, I then put my hands on the top of his paints and went to unbuckle his belt when Josh then slapped me across the face as hard as he could again and said.

“Ok bitch I can see that I have a lot of training to do with you, when a straight alpha like myself lets you suck his dick you must pull his dick out using your mouth only. You need to take a real mans dick out without touching it with your fag hands.”

I then moved my face up to his crotch and used my mouth to undo his belt buckle and then moved to the button oh his paints. I could feel his dick getting hard when I was trying to get the button undone and I was having problems getting his paints undone with my mouth since it was the first time I have ever done this and I was taking a long time doing it when I felt Josh slap me across the face once again and he looked down at me and said.

“Bitch I am going to keep bitch slapping you until you learn what to do fag, you need to learn to get faster and make me happy, you don’t want me to get mad because it would not be good for you bitch. Now get back to work and get my dick out in the next 3 minutes or next time I’m not going to slap you, but I will punch you so hard in the face that you will have a fat lip and bloody nose. Now I’m going to time you, so you better learn and get that dick out bitch.”

When Josh moved back up to me, I started to undo his paints once again with my mouth still having problems Josh said one minute gone two minutes left. And then I started to go nuts on his button and finally got it undone, then I took my teeth and pulled down his zipper, and Josh then said one-minute left bitch. So, I took my mouth and pulled his paints down and I heard Josh say 10, 9, 8 counting down the last minute when I pulled his underwear down and out pooped his 9-inch dick and smacked me in the face. Then I looked up and seen Josh smiling and he said.

“Great job bitch, see what a little motivation can do? Your learning, now put that cock sucker on my dick and start sucking.”

I put my mouth around his dick for the first time and the first time I have ever had a dick in my mouth. I got the first three inches in and Josh pulled his dick out real fast and smacked me hard across my face and yelled out.

“You are a fucking cunt, get your fucking teeth off my dick bitch before I knock them out of your fucking mouth, now do it right bitch.”

Josh then grabbed the back of my head and shoved his dick back in my mouth. This time I covered my teeth with my lips to make sure not to touch his dick with them. Josh then grabbed the back of my head and kept pushing my head into him hitting the back of my throat and I was gagging like crazy. I then heard Josh say.

“Good job on coving those teeth bitch but now you need to learn to relax your throat to let my dick down there bitch, trust me it will be easier on you because it don’t matter to me if you relax or not since my dick will go in with force or you relaxing.”

I tried my hardest to relax but I couldn’t it was hard for me to do since I have never done this before when I felt Josh grab the back of my head tight and shove his dick all the way in balls deep. I started to gag like crazy and my throat felt like it was on fire since Josh forced his dick down my throat. Josh then held my head buried into his crotch and said.

“That’s it you bitch, take that dick, oh yeah that feels great. Gag on it you bitch. I told you I was going down your throat no matter what. It feels so great bitch, your going to become a great cock sucker faggot.”

I had tears running down my face and was hoping it would stop. Josh was being so brutal with me and making me gag like crazy. This blow job has been going on for 30 minutes now and we were in the back yard of the house where at any time anyone could wake up and look in the back yard and see what was going on. I wanted it to jut stop. But I knew that Josh wouldn’t stop until he came.

Josh finally let go of my head and then started to move his hips to make his dick go in and out of my throat. I finally felt his dick start to throb and heard Josh say.

“That’s it you bitch keep that up, I’m about to cum any moment now. OH yeah that’s it you bitch. Oh yeah, I’m seeding your throat faggot, take that seed down that throat bitch. Make that dick you faggot.”

My throat was now on fire, I never stopped gagging, I had tears running down my eyes and I felt so used. I lip hurt from my teeth rubbing on them so that my teeth would not rub on Josh’s dick. I had Josh’s cum running down my throat and into my stomach. After Josh was finished, he ripped his dick out of my throat, put his hand on my head and push me to the ground. Josh then pulled up his underwear and paints and said to me.

“That was great bitch, you learned to keep those teeth off my dick and how to take a dick down your throat bitch. Now get the fuck up and follow me into the house and go to bed. We don’t need anyone asking why we are out here because I will tell them the truth. So, if you don’t want to tell them yet that you’re a fag you better hurry up.”

I went to say Ok and nothing came out, I then tried to talk, and it hurt to talk. Josh then started to laugh and said.

“Damn bitch, I really used that throat good, didn’t I? Well get use to it because it will happen a lot more now. Happy Birthday Fag and welcome to your new life.”

I went in the house and went to bed I laid there thinking about what just happened. I now sucked my first dick but didn’t know it was going to be so brutal. I was just so thankful no one seen me on my knees taking Josh’s dick in the back yard. The next morning, I woke up and my throat was still sore. I sat down at the kitchen table while my mom cooked us breakfast.

Josh then came down and sat right next to me and whispered in my ear.

“Damn I wish the family knew how much of a fag you are, I would have you under this table right now feeding you my cum for your breakfast. By the way I have something special for you this morning. When mom puts your plate in front of you hand it to me.”

A few minutes passed and my mom put a plate of pancakes in front of me and turned around to get everyone’s plates. The Josh picked up my plate and put it under the table. I looked over and he had a small glass with his morning cum in it and he poured it all over my pancakes. He then put my plate in front of me and said.

“Eat up Carter, you better eat ever bite.”

My mom then said.

“That’s right carter I want to see your plate empty before you get up and go out with your friends today. I don’t need you hungry.”

I have never used syrup or butter on my pancakes. I have always liked them plain. My youngest brother looked at my plate and seen the cum on my pancakes and laughed. He is 16 years old. His name is Damien, he is 5’7″ and about 150 pounds. He also has Blond hair like me and my brother, but he has nice blue eyes. The kind that I wish I had. Unlike me and Josh he has a great body. Six pack abs, and a tan body to die for.

I sat there eating these pancakes covered in Josh’s cum. I now got a good taste of his cum unlike last night when it was just deposited into my stomach. I could tell his cum was a little sweet with a little after taste of bitterness. I sat there in front of my family eating my brothers cum and the only one that noticed was my youngest brother Damien. After I finished every bite, I got up to leave with my friends when Josh said.

“Hey Carter, I’m coming with you today I have nothing to do and I don’t want to be bored.”

I replied, “No Josh I’m going out with my friends today I will catch up with you later.”

My mom then interrupted and said.

“Carter your bother can go with you or you’re not going yourself stop being selfish.”

Damien then said.

“Mom I want to go also can I go with them?”

That’s when Josh said.

“Maybe next time buddy I want to spend time with Cater since it was just his birthday.”

Damien then started to act sad that he could not go until our mom said for us to take him along also, that she felt it would be a good bonding time for the three of us.

I was happy Damien was going because that meant that Josh couldn’t do anything to me all day in front of him. I could see that Josh was not happy about it and I knew if it was just me and Josh that I would have never made it to my friend’s house, and he would have other plans for us.

We all got into the car and I started to drive us to my friend’s house when Damien started to talk.

“So, Carter I seen you sucking Josh’s dick last night in the back yard. Josh really put you in your place, didn’t he? You want to suck my dick? I watched you eat his cum all over your breakfast this morning and you ate every bite.”

Right at that moment my heart dropped into my stomach and Josh’s face got the biggest smile on his face. Then Josh said.

“Yeah Damien, Carter would love to suck your dick. You know he is a faggot, right?”

Damien replied.

“Yeah, I know, I seen him go to town on your dick Josh. I was hoping Carter would want to suck me also.”

Josh then replied

“Ok later let’s go to Carters friends house and hang out first. I really did just come along to hang out also.”

I was happy that we were all just going to hang out and I would still get to see my friends but horrified that Damien seen me sucking Josh’s dick and that he also wanted me to suck his dick.

We finally pulled up to my friend’s mike house and Mike and my other friend Cody came out and got in my car. I said hi and then went to the water park near our house. When we got to the water park, we all got out of the car and went in. Once in there I headed right to the bathhouse to change into my swimming trunks. Cody and Mike already had theirs on, so they went swimming when I went to change.

Cody was three months younger than me, so he was still 17 years old, he is also tall at 6’2″, about 175 pounds and was in great shape, he has brown hair and beautiful dark gray eyes. He is the only person I have ever seen with eyes like that. Cody is straight with a beautiful girlfriend.

Mike on the other hand is two months older than me so he was already 18 years old. He was about the same height as me at 5’10” but was chubby at around 220 pounds. He has Brown hair also but hazel eyes. He has dated girls here and there but never really keeps them. Right now, he is single, but he is straight as well like Cody.

Damien changed super-fast and ran out the doors to go swimming, I went into the dressing area and pulled the curtain to change cloths. I had just finished getting ready and was about to head out when Josh came in and shut the curtain behind us and said.

“Ok bitch time to suck my dick again.”

I looked at Josh and replied.

“No not here, we are in public in the middle of the day with people all around.”

Josh then raised his hand and bitch slapped me hard across my face again and replied.

“I told you bitch, anytime, and anywhere. And when I said that I meant it so if you don’t want me to make a scene and force my dick down your fag throat you better get down on your knees and get to work.”

I now had tears in my eyes, and I knew he would force me no mater what. I dropped to my knees and put my hand on the top of his swimming trunks and Josh slapped me again across the face reminding me I need to use my mouth. I put my mouth to pull his shorts down and noticed they wouldn’t go down and seen he tied them, and I had to untie the string to pull them down.

I thought to myself why the hell would he tie up his shorts if he knew he was going to make me suck his dick. As I was untying the string on his shorts, I realized why he did that. He was getting hard while I did that, and it was a way to make sure he was hard for me to suck him. Knowing where we were it didn’t take me long to get his shorts off so I can hurry up and suck him off so no one would come in and see when I heard Josh say.

“Damn bitch you must really want my dick bad today, you got my junk out fast, ok get to work and get me off, the faster you work my dick the faster we can go swimming with Damien and your friends.”

I then put my mouth around Josh’s dick and started to suck. This time I remembered to cover my teeth. I then started to gag once again on Josh’s dick. Then Josh started to hit the back of my throat and then forced his dick back into my throat. Right at that moment I heard Cody come in and yell for me.

“Hey Carter, where are you? Your taking a long time. We are waiting for you to go down the slide.”

Josh then yelled out.

“Hey dude we are back here.”

I then tried to pull my head off Josh’s dick when I felt josh put his hands behind my head and lock his fingers together and hold my head balls deep gagging like crazy on his dick when I heard Cody open the curtain and look right at me on Josh’s dick and he yelled out really loud.

“What the fuck man? Why the hell are you on your knees sucking your brothers dick man?”

He yelled so loud I’m shocked the entire water park didn’t hear him when Josh then said while letting up a little and start to move my head up and down on his shaft and telling Cody.

“Your friend here is a fag dude. I’m shocked you didn’t know that. He loves dick, and I’m helping him to learn how to suck a dick.”

Cody the replied back in a normal voice.

“I never thought about him being a fag before. He is just a friend, so I didn’t think of it. I know he was always teased in school, but I just figured that’s all it was. I didn’t know he was really a faggot. Just so you know though I’m straight. So, are you a fag also Josh?”

Josh replied.

“No dude I’m straight also, I just enjoy getting my dick sucked, my girl won’t do it. So why not let a fag suck me off.”

During them talking about me I was still down on Josh, gagging and chocking like crazy on his dick. They kept talking about Josh’s girl not sucking dick and Cody saying his girl tried before but sucked at it and hurt him so he wouldn’t let his girl suck him. Then Josh said.

“See the fag here is not good at it also, but once he learns he will be a natural born c=cock sucker and it will feel great. At least he learned not to use his teeth and it don’t hurt. I just need to now teach him how to make me feel great while getting sucked off.”

Right then Josh started to moan and push his dick down my throat to cum down inside my stomach once again. Cody then laughed and I was swallowing Josh’s cum and Josh once again ripped his dick out and pushed me to the floor. Then Josh told Cody.

“Don’t expect the fag to be able to talk for a little while. He needs time for his throat to get back to normal after taking my dick down his throat.”

Cody said ok and then Josh pulled his shorts up and told me to get off the floor and that we are going swimming now. So, we all left the changing room and went out to go swimming. Mike asked what took so long and Cody replied.

“Mike you won’t believe this, but Carter was sucking off Josh. Carter is a fag.”

Mike replied

“I kind of figured that but he is our friend. But now that the cat is out of the bag or should I say the fag is out of the closet, maybe he might want to suck us also.”

Josh replied.

“Yes, please do I need help to teach him how to suck a great dick. We need to help him so when he meets a guy, he likes he will definitely snag him with his great head.”

I was feeling so low at that moment, but I also asked for it. I agreed to Josh’s terms just so I could suck his dick last night. I just didn’t know in lest than 24 hours I would be sucking him again and that my other brother and my two best friends would know about me.

I just put it behind me and had fun at the water park with my friends and brothers. It was normal, we went on the slides and went swimming in the pool. When Cody suggested we het into the hot tub. All five of us went in and was relaxing when Cody moved next to me and whispered in my ear.

“Hey, fag I need a hand job.”

He then grabbed my hand and pushed it into his shorts under the water in front of everyone and I felt his rock-hard dick for the first time. He must have been at least 10 inches and thick. I pulled away from him and took my hand out of his shorts when Josh whispered in my other ear on the other side of me.

“Fag you better put your bitch hand back into his shorts and show your friend some respect and give him the hand job he wants and apologize to him for pulling away and tell him you will never pull away again, or when we get home I’m going to take you out back and beat you with my belt until your black and blue. Got that bitch?”

I instantly put my hand back into his shorts and grabbed his dick and started to jerk off one of my best friends. I then apologize to him and told him I would never pull away again. Cody looked over at Josh and Josh winked at Cody to say I got you. Cody smiled and leaned back as I gave him a hand job in front of everyone. Mike seen this and Josh moved away to let Mike in and put my other hand in his shorts to give him a hand job also. Mike I could tell was only about 7 inches and felt more like mine.

I was starting to worry about myself because the only dicks I have touched before yesterday was my own and then when I felt Josh and Cody’s dicks, they were much bigger than me and I was worried I was small. So, there I was giving my two best friends hand jobs at the same time as they leaned back enjoying themselves. I the heard Cody say to Mike.

“Isn’t it great having a fag as a friend Mike? We will always get off now.”

Mike replied.

“Hell, yeah I wish the fag would have came out years ago, he could have been making our dicks feel good all these years.”

This is the first time I heard my two best friends call me a fag and tell each other how they would have used me for years if I had told them. In a way I wish I did tell Cody because I kind of found him attractive. But then again, I never though of Cody in a sexual way before.

Cody the whispered in my ear.

“Ok fag in about to cum so put your mouth around my dick and swallow mu cum so that it does not go in the hot tub.”

I the put my head under water and put Cody’s Dick in my mouth and he pushed my head all the way down my throat and came right into my stomach. I thought I was about to die because I started to gag and chock on his dick and Cody moved up to pull me out of the water to swallow his cum so if anyone would have looked over at the hot tub they would have seen me on his dick, but luckily no one seen except my little Brother Damien.

I then continued to give Mike his hand job and Mike was about to cum also, but instead of putting my head under water he just moved up and shoved my head down on his dick balls deep. I once again gagged like crazy as Mike came down my throat.

But this time Mike was making so much noise these two boys in their early teens walked by and said.

“Holly shit there a guy sucking the cum out of that dude. What faggot’s”

After I got done swallowing Mikes cum Mike told the boys he wasn’t gay he just likes getting off and faggots are great for that. The boys laughed and told Mike.

“Well use that faggot good for us then.”

Mike smiled and said he would.

Damien said it was he turn but Josh told him to wait until we got home, and he could get head from me tonight. Damien agreed and wanted to go home right away but Josh told him that we had to wait for it to get dark first before having me suck him off.

I now felt so low. Now two strangers saw me with my mouth around Mikes dick. The sad thing is I didn’t even find Mike attractive.

On our way home Josh took my keys and he drove back to Cody’s house. Cody then got a call on his cell phone and it was his parents. They had told him that they are going out tonight with some friends and most likely will be drinking so they are getting a hotel room for the night and wanted to make sure Cody was ok with that. He was fast to say yes and asked if me Mike and my brothers could stay the night tonight. They of course said yes. Then Cody said he had a great idea for tonight to call and see if we all could stay the night. My parents said yes for us and Mikes parents said yes also.

Once we got to Cody’s house his parents were already gone, and Cody’s only brother didn’t live there, and he had his own place. Cody looked at me and said.

`Oh, are we going to have fun tonight, I have some ideas if its ok with Josh.’

Josh replied he was up for anything as well as Mike and Damien.

Once in the house all four of them made a circle around me and Josh pushed me to my knees, and I looked up at them with evil grins on all their faces.

Josh looked down at me and smiled saying.

“Ok I think before we go any further, we should sit down with Carter and set some rules. Come over here Carter we need to disuse some things.”

I stood up off the floor and sat down on the couch and Josh then explained to me.

“You see Carter I don’t think this will work out with just you submitting to us. I think if you want to suck any of our dicks again you need to be our slave. Now we can’t force you into this, it will have to be your choice. We can go through things we want and what limits you have. But you must agree, and if you don’t want to do that it fine, just know you will not get to suck our dicks again.”

I thought about it for a few minutes and I knew that I wanted to be able to suck their dicks. I knew it was rough with the aging and being forceful, but I also knew I would get use to it. I wanted Josh’s dick, and if I had to suck the other three to just be able to suck Josh off I would, so I looked at Josh and said.

“Yes, I agree to be your guy’s slave. Just as long as I get to suck your dick Josh.”

Josh then replied

“Don’t worry you will, we will go over everything. I’m going to download a contract from the internet for us all to sign, we can go to town hall tomorrow to have it notarized.”

Cody then jumped into the conversation and said.

“Why wait until tomorrow? My brother is a notary and he can make it legal, let me give him a call.”

Cody called his brother and informed up that he was on his way over to make the document legal. Josh went on Cody’s computer and found a slave contract and printed it out. Once Cody’s brother got there, he sat down at the dining room table with all of us and we went through the contract.

Cody’s brother’s name is Adam and was 26 years old, about 6’1″ tall like Cody, he also was also about 175 pounds and was in great shape, he has brown hair and dark green eyes. He is also straight and has been dating the same girl for 4 years. He just got engaged to her a couple months back.

So, Josh said in the contract that he wants Him, Damien, Cody, and Mike to be the Master’s, and that they will all have equal and total control over me. I will be turned into an object, and if they wish that they all can rename me if they like. As far as their point there would be no limits to what they want on them to do with me, even have me serve and obey other men.

Now it was my turn to go through the Slave part of the contract. When asked what limits I have that I would not want done with me and where I can say no to. The only thing I could think of was that I was not to be told or must have sex with any female. See I never thought of anything else that I wouldn’t want to do.

The next part of the contract was term of length in time that the contract would be valid. In the comment section it said life term unless all four masters sign off on releasing me from their part of the contract. Then Adam explained to me and said.

“Now Carter I need to you understand this part very good. This contract will stay valid you entire like unless all four of them decide to release you from your obligations. Now if Josh releases you then what that would mean is Josh would not be your master any longer but Damien, Cody, and Mike still would have ownership so you would still be their slave until they don’t want in the contract anymore. Do you understand this Carter?”

I shook my head yes and said that I understand it and I agree with the terms.

We went through four pages and finally finished the contract. There were two copies made. One for us and one to be filed away with Adam at his office. He had all four of them sign the contract and then the papers were in front of me with the pen in my hand. I looked down at the contract and seen where it said Master with all four of their signatures on them. The next line down I seen the word slave.

I wasn’t sure why I did it, but I took the pen and signed both copies. And Adam filed one away in his brief case and locked up his brief case up. Then Adam said.

“Alright Boys you now officially own a slave, and Carter your officially their property and considered an object. So, about my payment, I want the slave to suck my dick. Kim has been out of town now all week and I could really use a good blow job.”

Cody looked at me and said.

“You heard the man fag get to work on his dick bitch.”

I looked at Cody and said that I prefer not to when I got a slap across the face by Josh and was told now that I have signed the contract, I don’t have a choice, I must obey by law. So, I then went down under the dining room table and Adam already had his dick hanging out. For me to get on it.

I started to suck on Adams dick under the table as they all sat around talking about me and what to rename me. As I sucked on Adams dick I looked around under the table and seen everyone’s crotch and thought to myself that I was going to be busy tonight. Adam started to get hard and I could tell that he was hung just like Cody. Must have been 10 inches long and thick also. Must run in the family.

Adam didn’t force me down like Josh did and the others, he just sat there and enjoyed his blow job. Adam finally was about to cum when I felt his hands go under the table and hold my head still as he shot cum in my mouth and hit the back of my throat. His cum tasted very bitter and I couldn’t handle the amount of cum, so it came out of my mouth and hit the floor.

When he was done, he pulled out and stood up and pulled his paints up and looked down at me and said.

“You better lick all that cum up off the floor faggot. You better not waste a single drop of my nectar bitch.”

I then put my face to the floor and started to lick up the cum off the floor and eat it. Everyone else just watched me and laughed as I had my face on the floor licking up cum and eating it. Then Josh looked at me and told me my new name he said.

“Well fag we talked about it and we got the new name you will go by and answer to. Your new name is Slut. Everyone will call you by that name from now on and you will only answer to that name. Got it Slut?”

I looked up and said yes, and with that Josh slapped me across the face hard and said.

“From now on you say yes master, you only call me master and you only call Damien, Cody, and Mike master also. I don’t want to hear any of our actual names come out of that cock sucker of your again. Understand Slut?”

I looked up at Josh and said.

“Yes, Master I understand Master.”

Josh had a big smile on his face and told me that I was a good faggot. After Adam was finished, he got his stuff together and told everyone bye and left. Damien then came over to me and looked down at me and said.

“Finally fag it’s my turn to get that blow job. Get between my legs and suck that dick.”

I then moved my way over to my 16-year-old brother that has already pulled his dick out for me to suck, and I put my mouth around his dick and started to suck. The thing is he was about 7 inches hard and was around the same size as I was, but he was still growing, and I knew when he was 18 years old like me, he would have a monster dick like my brother.

I wondered why I was the only male in our family with a smaller dick. I still gagged on him and chocked I was still not use to sucking dick yet. It’s only been 3 days but then again it was the fifth guys dick I had in my mouth to this point. It didn’t take Damien long when he then started to cum down my throat. He started to moan and smile. He didn’t call me any names or say anything to me. He just moaned as he shot cum down my throat. After he was finished, he looked down at me and said.

“Damn fag you must be getting better at that because you suck dick better than my girlfriend.”

Now the funny thing is what should had made me feel low was the fact I just sucked off another one of my brothers or the fact that my family is calling me a fag, but no the thing that bothered me was that my 16 year old brother was already getting his dick sucked by his girlfriend and here I was 18 years old and has never been in a relationship and I don’t know what it feels like to get sucked off myself. Up until this weekend, I have never been naked in front of anyone.

Then Cody and Mike decided that it was their turn to get my mouth around their dicks. I sucked them both off and they both moaned and called me names and they both made me eat their cum again. After they was finished everyone went to bed and I slept on the couch.

The next morning Me Josh and Damien got in the car and Josh drove. We drove to an adult store and told Damien he had to wait in the car. Once we stepped in some guy asked for our ids and seen I just turned 18 and congratulated me and told me happy birthday.

Josh and I was looking at the BDSM area and looking at collars. The same guy that asked for our ID’s came over and asked up if there was anything, he could help us find and Josh said.

“Yeah I’m looking to buy my slave here a collar that I can lock on him. Do you have anything like that?”

The guy replied.

“We sure do it all depends on what kind you want. We have leather collars that you can put a pad lock on them to a metal ring collar, it locks in place with a small tool inside it and depends on how much of a level you want to keep him locked in there. Some people like to be locked in collars and they get the metal one like this and squirt super glue in the locking device and locks it on his neck for good. It would take a lot of power tools to get it off. Your slave would not be able to remove it.”

Josh smiled and bought the metal ring collar. The collar had a metal hoop to connect a leash to and a place to have an engravement put on it. We then got back into the car and Josh showed Damien the collar and he laughed and said we have one last stop before going home.

We then stopped at this engraving store where they engrave jewelry and other things. Josh grabbed the collar and told Damien to get in the back seat of the car with me. I was told I had to sit in the back now that I’m a slave. And said.

“Damien get in the back with slut while I go have his collar engraved, and slut you suck on Damien’s dick while I’m in there.”

Damien smiled and got right out and jumped in the back with me and said.

“Get to sucking faggot”

I didn’t have to take his shorts down with my mouth this time because he whipped it out and put his hand on the back of my head and shoved me into his crotch. I sucked him and started to gag once again. Damien rolled down the window to feel the breeze and put his hands on the back of his head and stretched out laying his head back and said.

“There is nothing better than relaxing while a fag sucks my dick. Keep that up and I will cum down your throat in no time Slut.”

It didn’t take long, and Damien put his hands on the back of my head and pushed down as hard as he could to shove his dick down my sore throat and came down my throat. Just as he finished Josh came out and Damien jumped up front again and we drove home.

Once we got home Josh told my dad and mom that he wanted to know if the family could get together for a meeting. They of course loved family meetings so it was a fast yes. My parents are very laid-back go with the flow kind of people. They are very open minded and never judge anyone. My other two brothers and my sister came, and we all sat down in the living room and Josh stood up and started to talk.

“hey fam I know everyone knows it was just Carters 18th birthday. Well he came out to me and told me he was gay and wanted to know if he could be mine and Damien’s slave. Last night we got a contract printed off and we all singed it and had the document legally binding.”

At that moment Josh pulled out the contract and handed it to my parents. They read it and passed it on for the rest of my family to read. After they all read it my dad then said.

“You know Josh I don’t mind, if that’s what you kids want that’s fine. I’m happy for you. Me and your mom want you to feel free to be who you are, and you can make any rules you like for your new slave and enforce the rules here at the house. The only thing I ask is that the chores around the house still get done.”

Josh replied

“Oh, don’t worry about that dad the slave will do all the chores every day to keep the house spotless.”

My dad said they was ok with that and that we should feel free to do as we like. Then Josh told the family my new name and my role in this life now. I just sat there being quiet. Then Josh got the collar and put it around my neck and locked it in place and then he went to the other room and came back with super glue and locked it around my neck for good. He did this in front of all my family as they watched me be collared and locked in it.

My dad came over to me and looked at the collar and read the engraving and said.

“Josh, I take it you named him Slut?”

Josh laughed and said.

“Yeah we did, and Damien and I would like it if everyone called our slave by that name for now on.”

My oldest Brother Kurt said.

“Hell, yeah we will. So, Slut, you suck any dick yet?”

Damien jumped in and said.

“Yeah he did he sucked Josh four times now he also sucked me twice and then sucked his best friends Mike and Cody once each and gave them both hand jobs at the water park and swallowed they’re cum after jerking them off and that was just this weekend.”

Kurt looked at me and said.

“Damn Slut you have been busy. You need to suck me off also I think.”

Kurt is the oldest of all the children at 28 years old. He was 5’11” and around 180 pounds. He had some muscles, and a slim figure more like a swimmer build. He had dirty blond hair. Darker than me and my brothers but still blond, and he has dark blue eyes.

My sister was the second born, and then there is my Brother Aaron that is the third born at the age 22. He is 5’8″ and weighs 165 pounds. He has blondish red hair. Him and my sister are the only two that got red hair. And he has the nicest eyes of all of us with sky blue eyes. He is built because he works out, and he is your average straight sport guy type.

Aaron goes to the university in town and lives on campus. He is also the quiet one in the family and don’t talk much but when he doses talk, he makes it meaningful, and Aaron then said.

“Josh why don’t you make Slut get a job and have his checks direct deposited into your account so you can use the money on things you may need for him, maybe even pay you back for that collar and get more things for him, and if you like you can always bring him to my frat house and me and my frat brothers can help you and teach you how to be a better master.”

Josh smiled and told him that was a great idea and had me go online and look for jobs. I have never had to work at a job before, my parents always felt that we didn’t need to worry about jobs and only focus on our schoolwork. The only two of us kids that have jobs right now is my sister and my brother Kurt because they are now out of school.

Josh is taking a couple years off from school to figure out what he wants to go to college for, so my parents didn’t make him get a job yet, my brother Aaron is in school and me and Damien have been in high school. So, I went online and found a couple places to put my application in at. I spent around two hours putting in applications when my cell phone rang, and it was one of the jobs wanting to interview me.

I went later that day, I got all dressed up and looked great except for the collar around my neck that I could not take off even if I wanted to. It was a job at a five-star hotel as a bell hop. I went in and meet with the manager and the interview last for over an hour. We talked about my schooling and then the manager asked me.

“So, Carter what is up with that metal ring around your neck?”

I put my head down in shame and told him all about me being a slave and it was super glued shut and could never come off. I thought at that moment the interview was over and I didn’t get the job but by my surprise he just said.

“Well to each their own, as long as you dress up and show our guests respect and their property with respect, you got the job, you seem like a well-mannered young man and truthfully being a slave is going to work to your advantage because I know you will never give our guest any problems. And will treat them good.”

He explained to me that it was minimum wage with tips, and only 20 hours a week to start. I signed all the paperwork and then filled out the direct deposit form to have my money be sent to Josh’s account.

I left the hotel and got back in the car in the back seat because Josh drove me there and I told him I was hired. Josh was happy and then took me back home. Once we got back inside the house Josh told my dad that I did get the job and then my dad said.

“Good glad to hear that, and now I can give you a advancement and we can go get some supplies to start Slut off right if you want. I will just keep the recites and you pay me back once Slut starts making you money.”

Josh got excited and took our dad up on his offer and then my dad said.

“Damien we will be back, you are in charge of your slave until we get back.”

My dad and Josh left the house and Damien looked at me and told me to start cleaning the house. I must clean every room top to bottom. Damien then told our mom to relax and watch a movie whit him that she did enough, and he wanted to spend time with her.

My mom went in the living room and sat down as I cleaned the house. This did not bother me at all because I also felt that my mom dose way too much and she needs a break and I was happy to clean the house while she rested. My dad and Josh were gone for about four hours until they came back.

By the time they got back to the house I had already cleaned all the dishes, clean the counters, mop the floors, vacuumed the entire house, dusted and made the house look perfect. Not one thing was out of place and now was sitting on the chair in the living room watching television with Damien and my mom. When I heard my dad say.

“Stand up slut and strip naked.”

I stood up and then said in a questioning voice.

“Why do I need to take my clothes off dad? And right here in front of everyone?”

My dad then said.

“Shut up and do as I tell you to, you’re the one that wanted to be a slave, and you don’t have the right to ask question, just do as your told now strip.”

I wanted to cry so much, my dad’s speech had Josh and Damien laughing, and my mom just sat there as if to say you better listen to your father. So, I then took off my shirt. Removed my shoes and socks and pulled down my shorts. Then I put my fingers in the waist band of my underwear and pulled them down and took them off fast and covered my crotch with my hands standing in front of my family naked. My dad then said to me.

“Remove your hands from your crotch slut and put them behind you head.”

I did as I was told and now my dick was there for all to see. This is the first time any of my brothers has seen me naked. My dad and Josh took out something from a bag and took it out of the packaging and wend down between my legs and said.

“Ok Slut this here is called a chastity device. Once we put it on you, you won’t be able to touch your dick again. It’s to keep you from getting to aroused and stops you from being able to cum.”

Now I was scared, I had jerked off at least three times a day. It was one of my favorite things to do. And now with this metal cage around my dick I won’t even be able to touch it at all. The only good thing was after it was on my family didn’t see my dick anymore. Then my dad grabbed around the top part of my balls and pulled them down hard as he connected a metal ring around my balls and shaft at the base right up to my skin on my pubes. It hurt like hell having my dad pulling down on my balls.

I can’t believe I was standing the naked with my hands behind my head as my dad and brother was all in my crotch area fondling me. When I heard my dad tell Josh.

“We better hurry up Josh the fag is starting to get hard with us down here putting this on.”

Oh My God is all I could think. I was getting hard with my dad and brother grabbing at me and putting this chastity on me. I then felt them putting a tube in my piss hole and it started to burn bad. I was told to stand still and shut the fuck up while they finished up.

I finally heard the pad lock click shut and they moved away. I looked down between my crotch only to see a sold metal tub where my dick uses to be and my balls hanging below. Josh then went into the other room and brought out the super glue once again and filled the inside of the small pad lock that was locking it shut.

He kept putting little by little of the super glue in at a time to let it dry and put more in until it covered the inside of the lock and no key could go in and I was permanently locked up. I then asked.

“How am I going to pee if this thing is lock on me for good?”

Josh then said to me.

“Well you see Slut when we were at the adult store me and dad talked a lot to the guy and asked a lot of questions. I picked this one out because it has a stopper attached to it and that’s what that tube inside you dick dose.”

Josh then lifted the chastity up and pointed it to my face to see at the tip there was a bolt that screwed on and off when he took it off I seen a rubber stopper on the inside and then he screwed it back on and said.

“So, to answer your question, when you need to go you need to ask permission and if I give you permission, I will take it off for you to go. That also stops you from Cumming, so you need permission for that also. But I don’t see how you will ever cum because your dick is locked up and can’t be touched again.”

I was then taken to the bathroom by Josh and he pulled out a razor and shaving cream, he told me to get into the bathtub and then started to put the shaving cream all over my crotch. He then started to shave me when I said.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Josh then slapped me across the face and said.

“Don’t you ever give me that tone again Slut, in fact you don’t have the right to ask me anything, but since I feel nice, I will tell you. The guy at the store explained to me some masters shave their slaves body hair off because slaves are not men, and only men have body hair. Now shut the fuck up and let me finish faggot.”

He then shaved me to where there was not once hair on my crotch, he then continued to shave the rest of my body, from my toes to my neck. I did not have one single hair on my body. It was strange looking at my legs and arms with no hair, especially my crotch.

Then my dad came into the bathroom when Jodh had finished shaving my body and said.

“Ok Slut I figure since you are a slave now you don’t need a bedroom. Josh and Damien will figure out where you sleep so I want you to clear out your room and put everything in the garage, cloths and all. Anything on the walls goes down also. I do not want anything left in that room it is to be bare. I am turning the room into a craft room for your mom, she has always talked about wanting one.”

I could put cloths back on so that I can go outside and move all my stuff to the garage. The funny thing is I looked over at my mom and she had a smile on her face and was happy about this. I don’t blame her, but I was so upset because I will not have a space for my own anymore. Once I was all done clearing out my room, we all went out to the garage and I had to put all my cloths in bags. I was told to strip right there in the garage and put those cloths in the bag also. Then Josh handed me a set of cloths that I would never wear in a million years and told me to put them on.

The shorts he gave me was a shiny black rubber shorts and a black shinny rubber shirt. When I put them on, they were skintight. The shorts were very short and just covered my butt. They did not go below the top of my thigh. Once I got the shirt on it was also skintight, and very short sleeves that just covered my shoulders. This outfit left nothing to the imagination of my body and showed the chastity on me in detail outlines.

After I got them on, I was told to put all my cloths in the trunk of the car but before I did that Damien and josh then went through my cloths in the garage and picked out what they liked and would wear. I now knew better to ask any questions, so I just did as I was told. I put every single piece of clothing I owned that was not taken by my brothers into the truck of the car. I had a lot of cloths, so the trunk was full.

We then drove to a clothing donation box and I was told to put all the cloths into the donation box. I then looked at Josh and my dad and said.

“Are you serious? That’s all my cloths. I won’t have anything to wear. I can’t do that sorry, I won’t have anything.”

Josh looked at me in the back seat and said.

“Do you really want me to drag you out of this car and beat the living shit out of you while you donate those cloths in front of everyone faggot? Anyways you have a new set of cloths I picked out for you to wear, what I want you in not these cloths for real men.”

I just then got out of the car and went to the trunk when my dad popped the trunk, I started to grab the cloths and put them into the donation box. I heard Josh say while I was doing that.

“That’s what I thought faggot.”

I also heard my dad tell Josh he was proud of him for taking control like he did and that is how a master should be with his slave, and that putting his foot down like that will keep me in line. I at this point was crying. I didn’t want to donate my cloths. I loved my cloths. Once I was finished, I got back in the car and heard Josh say.

“Aw cheer up Slut, it’s not the end of the world. You still have cloths, just new ones for your new life.”

Once we got back to the house I looked over at my mom and Damien and seen a metal cage they had put together and Damien said.

“We finished putting Sluts cage together. Where do you want to put it?”

My dad said for now to just put it in the laundry room until Josh and Damien can figure out together a permanent place for it. I was then put into the cage and it was pad locked to keep me inside of it. My parents told Jodh and Damien goodnight and went to bed, they followed soon after that.

It was a rough night sleeping in that cage for the first time. My bedroom was always pitch dark, and silent, and I had a comfortable bed to sleep in. But in the laundry room had a light on in the room near the kitchen so if anyone ever woke up, they could see around. I could hear every noise in and around the house from there, and I was sleeping on a metal floor of a cage with no blanket or pillow. Every time I did start to fall asleep, I could hear someone either going to the bathroom that was right next to the laundry room or someone getting something to eat from the kitchen.

Also, I realized I have not got to eat anything all day. And every time I heard the refrigerator door open all I could think about was food. The next morning came along and I was let out of the cage by Josh and sat at the table with my family to eat breakfast.

After breakfast Josh went to the computer to look up ideas and things to do and how to treat a slave, what things would be expected and what a slave’s life should be like. He also researched what masters do and how they train slaves. The guy at the adult store told him to do research to be the best owner he could.

While Josh did that, I cleaned the kitchen, and made sure every room in the house was also clean. I went to everyone’s rooms and made their beds, even my parents’ room. I walked into my old room and seen an empty room and wanted to cry. Once I was done cleaning the house and I see Josh he said.

“Well Slut I learned a lot of things and let me say a lot has to change so get ready for your training, I noticed I am being very easy on you and you have to learn your new life.”

With that Josh came over and slapped me in the face as hard as he could and yelled.

“NOW GET ON ALL FOURS SLAVE, I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOU STANDING EVER AGAIN UNLESS YOUR CLEANING, OK FAG GET THE FUCK DOWN NOW BEFORE I BEAT THE FUCK OUT OF YOU.”

I went to my knees and put my hands on the floor and was on all fours. I then started to cry because this all happened in front of my parents and they didn’t say a word. They just looked at me and watched me obey Josh like this, I then heard my dad say.

“Keep it up Josh, learn your new roll, you’re doing good, this is what slut wanted and asked for so I’m glad that he trusted you to teach him and I’m glad it’s not with a stranger so I know he will be safe with you his brothers.”

My mom smiled and agreed that she was happy that a stranger was not doing this to me, and she feels safer with the family using me. I on the other hand wished I did ask a stranger because I was so humiliated in front of my family and I knew it would only get worse from this point on.

 

10 Days in Detention – Part 01

By socalbd

Introduction

The van started moving and it was hard to keep my balance.  But that was the idea.  I was secured in such a way that keeping my balance would be difficult.  This was predicament bondage, after all.  Wearing only blue jeans, shirtless and barefoot I had surrendered myself to these men within the last few minutes.  They placed me in the van, on my knees, ankles locked in stocks behind me.  I was gagged and hooded with a black sack of some kind that had been cinched around my neck.  A steel collar was then locked on me.

My wrists, having been cuffed behind me earlier, were pulled up to the small of my back by means of a chain attached to the steel collar.  My elbows were forced out away from my body in this position.  Fingers were playing with my nipples, rubbing them, pulling them.  Then I felt the all too sudden pain on my left nipple as a clamp was applied to it.  I took a deep breath and the pain subsided to a dull ache rather quickly.  But then I felt the chain hanging from the clamp moving and no sooner than I could prepare myself mentally did the right nipple feel the same searing pain as had the left one just a moment ago.  Not finished with the application, I felt the chain between the clamps pulled out and up from the front of me as if it had some how been tied to the top of the van.  As the van started to move, I quickly realized what I was in for during the long journey to the detention center.  If I didn’t maintain my posture perfectly my nipples would be in a lot of pain.   And I had asked for this.  I asked for this and a whole lot more.

How did I get into this situation?  Well, I had contracted for it.  It’s something I wanted and asked to have done to me.  But this was just the beginning of what would become ten days in detention.  It all started about two years ago.

My name is Dave.  I’m forty years old, 5’ 7”, 165, average to good build.  I go to the gym regularly but not a gym rat by any stretch of the imagination.  In fact, I’m deceptively average except for one thing.  I’ve been into BDSM for about ten years.  As a kid I always wanted to be the robber when we played cops and robbers since I knew I would eventually get caught.  When playing army, I made sure to be captured so I could be taken to the base and interrogated.  I purchased my first set of real handcuffs in college.  Even though I was 30 before I started seeking out guys with similar interests, looking back, I know I had been into bondage since my childhood.  While I can tie up a guy pretty well and have a pretty good selection of gear, I prefer to be the captive when the situation is right.

About two years ago I met John on the bondage web site.  We had been looking at each other’s profiles for a couple of months but neither one of us had ever sent the other a message.  I had been on the site for a few years and had come to know several guys that shared similar bondage interests.  One buddy I had come to know well and he was some what connected in the local bondage community.  I trusted him implicitly having been tied up by him on occasion.  He was very respectful of my limits when we played as well as the discretion I requested.  I asked him about John and he told me that yes, he knew John and he thought John and I had very similar interests.  He encouraged me to contact him.  While he told me John was safe and could be trusted, he also told me to be careful what I wished for.

According to his profile John was 37, athletic, 5’ 10”, about 175.  He listed himself as mostly top but willing to switch every now and again.  He appeared to have a good selection of gear and better yet, a terrific looking play space.   In addition, he met my number one bondage requirement– no sex other than JO.   In his profile he wrote, “The bondage is the sex” and “it’s not bondage until you want out.”  Both of these phrases resonated with me.  I shot him a message.  He soon replied thanking me for the message and mentioned he always liked my profile but usually never made the first approach.  He included his Yahoo IM address and we started a real time conversation.

At one point he asked me what finally made me contact him and I told him we had a mutual buddy who suggested we were very much alike in our interests.  More importantly, our buddy let me know he was safe and a good guy.  That must have sealed the deal because John suggested we meet that Saturday afternoon.  We exchanged face pictures and I have to say he was a good looking guy with a terrific smile.

Saturday arrived and I have to admit I was nervous and excited at the same time.   It was a really nice day, so I felt comfortable dressing pretty casually in khaki cargo shorts, maroon tee shirt and leather treads.  John told me he would be wearing jeans and a black tee shirt.

I arrived at the coffee shop a few minutes early and thought I saw John sitting outside in the far corner.  As I approached a broad grin came across his face and he stood up and motioned me over.  As I got closer I noticed he was wearing flip flops.  I thought, “wow, how cool is that!”   I have a thing for guys in flip flops.

We introduced ourselves to each other and I couldn’t stop thinking what a great smile he had.  John started asking me about my bondage past.  How did I get started?  What appealed to me about it?  We both shared our bondage stories and discovered we had very similar pasts except he was more top and I was more bottom, or as I liked to categorize it, more captive.

I think he could see I was getting very turned on by the conversation and asked if I wanted to see his place.  He had told me when we set up our meet that he was only about two blocks away.  I asked him if I was going to be handcuffed when I entered his space.  He shot back that great smile and told me if that’s what I wanted he would oblige me.  I told him he had a deal.

I followed him the two blocks to his place.  He lived in a very nice subdivision of single family homes.  What was interesting about his side of the street is the houses were built on a small hill with the front of the houses on the top of the hill.  The front part of the homes looked like they were the second floor with additional space below and to the back.  I parked my car on the street while John pulled into his driveway in front of his garage.

We met at his door and he invited me in.  He showed me around a bit and asked if I needed to use the bathroom.  By that point I desperately needed to go as I have a very small bladder.

When I was done I met John in the kitchen.  He asked me if I was ready to see his dungeon.  I said yes.  He instructed me to follow him through a door that let down a set of stairs to the lower level.  At the bottom landing we arrived in what could be best described as a foyer with two doors.  There was also a linen cabinet built into the space.  John stopped and turned around and asked if I was serious about wanting to be handcuffed.  I said yes.  He smiled again.  He asked me to turn around and face away from the door behind him and wait.

I heard the door open and then close.  About two minutes later the door opened again and closed.  John said I could turn around.  He looked at me and said, “OK, Dave, I’ve got the handcuffs.  You need to understand the following.  We’ve just met.  I’m willing to indulge you today with putting you in cuffs and showing you my dungeon.  Understand though you’ll be in restraints while I show you around and then we’ll chat some more.  Very little will happen today in terms of bondage play.  I want to know you better before we do anything more involved than just basic restraint.  And, I want you to know me better before you agree to anything else.”

I thanked him for that and for indulging me.

John opened one of the doors on the linen cabinet and took out a large manila envelope.  He told me to take my wallet, cell phone, car keys and anything else in my pockets and place them in the envelope.  He said he didn’t want to have access to them while I was restrained.  After placing them in the envelope, he asked me to seal the envelope and sign over the seal with a pen he provided.  He then took the envelope back and placed it the linen cabinet.  He then told me to turn around and place my hands behind my head.

John proceeded to pat me down.  When he got to my mid section he felt the hard on that was inside my shorts.  He whispered in my ear, “I like that.  Too bad for you we won’t be taking care of it today.”  He told me to remove my shirt which I did.  He grabbed my wrists and expertly pulled them behind me and handcuffed me.  He then double locked the cuffs.  He bent down behind me and told me to kick off the treads I was wearing.  I then felt cold steel on each of my ankles as he applied legcuffs.

He turned me around to face him.  He looked directly into my eyes and gave me that incredible smile.  Taking his hands he lightly rubbed my nipples.  He said he remembered I told him that my nipples were incredibly sensitive.  My eyes lost contact with his as they rolled up and closed as he continued rubbing.  I was his.

He stopped and took his hands and placed them on either side of my cheeks and said, “Open your eyes and look at me.  Dave, I have to say I like your responsiveness.  Today is a get to know you session for both of us.  In a moment we will enter the dungeon.  Understand that I will not do anything to lose the trust you have placed in me.  Your trust is the most important thing to me.  When we go inside I’ll let you walk around and take a look at the gear and the furniture.  Ask any questions you want.  After a few minutes I will have you sit in the bondage chair.  You’ll be cuffed to it and then we will pick up the conversation from where we left off at the coffee shop.  Understand one more thing.  If you come back in the future, how you are dressed now sets a precedent.  When entering the dungeon you will always be shirtless, barefoot and cuffed.  If I remember correctly from our online conversations, this is how you like it.”  I responded he was correct and I very much appreciated his feeding my fantasies.  He looked at me and said, “Be careful what you wish for.  You might get it some day.”

 

The dungeon

 

I had heard that phrase before, “Be careful what you wish for, you might get it some day.”  But let’s be honest, what most of us wish for is fantasy.  It’s safely put away in our minds where we can always handle what ever it is we imagine.  Looking in John’s eyes there was something that told me to he was very capable of indulging what ever bondage fantasy I could come up with in my mind.  Maybe it was his piercing eyes, possibly the tone of his voice, or just the matter of fact way he said it to me.  But I believed it when he said it.

John turned around to the dungeon door and opened it.  He stepped part way through, stopped, turned toward me and said, “Welcome boy.  You may enter.”  He put out his hand to invite me in.  I stepped forward and into the space.

The first thing I noticed was how dark it was in the dungeon.  The walls were black.  Everything was black.  The floor was the type found in gym weight areas – sort of bouncy with some give, dark grey in color, and wall to wall in the space from what I could tell.

The room was larger than I had imagined.  It appeared to be about 15 feet by 25 feet with two doors on the far wall, one just off center to the left and the other in the right corner.  Another door was about mid way down the side wall.  There were no windows.  Track lighting at various spots in the ceiling illuminated the space.  And what a space!

John was definitely not lacking for bondage gear or furniture.  As I walked a little further into the space I went into inspection mode.  I started by stepping to the left.  In the corner was a St. Andrew’s cross finished in black lacquer.  There were more attachment points than I could count.  On the wall next to it hanging from various hooks was a nice selection of floggers and whips.  A sturdy, steel cage was a few feet further down the wall.  I thought this is something I definitely want to be put in for a good long time.

What could only be described as a bondage frame was next.  It was two heavy wooden posts joined across the top by another heavy post.  It was kept about two feet away from the wall by two steel plates that were some how connected to the outer wall and were fastened to the top of the vertical wooden posts.  The bottom of the posts looked like there were sitting in steel brackets that went underneath the floor padding.  I could only assume they were either screwed into the sub floor or somehow connected to keep everything rigid.  Attachment points were spaced at essential spots.

In the corner was a black wooden box.  It looked about three feet cubed.

Turning the corner was the first door.  It was black, solid looking, with two dead bolt style locks.  One was located about three feet off the ground and the other about two feet above that.  A handle was in between the locks to pull the door open.  Just past the door was a wall unit with cabinet doors to the top and drawers in the lower portion.

The door in the corner followed.  It looked like a standard, non-descript bedroom door except it was painted black like everything else.

Turning the next corner I came to a stand up vertical cage.  My cock stirred in my shorts looking at it.  The third door was next.  After that was a spider web of chain weaved between heavy wooden posts.  I’d seen this type of thing in photos, but had never seen one in person.  It was impressive to me in terms of the geometry and mathematics that had to be involved to get it just right.  A bondage chair was pushed against it.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around.  It was John.  I had almost forgotten he was there as I moved around the space looking at his furniture.  It was then I realized I was still wearing the handcuffs and legcuffs.  They were second nature to me as I moved around the dungeon.  But now, for some reason, I actually felt them against my skin.

“You OK?” John said to me.

“Yeah, I’m good,” I responded.  “Actually, I’m more than good.  I’ve never been in a space like this before.  It’s impressive.  Thank you for sharing.”

“I haven’t shared – yet,” John responded, pausing for effect between shared and yet.  I sort of chuckled at that and he along with me.  “You have any questions?” he asked.

“What’s behind the doors?”

“Ah, you’ll have to wait for that.  Suffice to say behind the door in the corner is a bathroom.  The other doors you may learn about in time.”

John reached forward and taking the fingers of each hand he started to lightly massage my nipples.  I immediately responded.   My cock began to grow in my shorts, my eyes slowly closed and my breathing became deeper.  He continued lightly rubbing and touching them.  It felt so good.  I felt him lean into me his head going to the side of mine.  “Are you OK, boy?” he whispered into my ear.

“Yes, sir,” I responded quietly.

“Good boy,” he said.  He leaned back out and then lightly kissed me on the lips.  He simultaneously stopped kissing me and rubbing my nipples.  I opened my eyes to see John standing in front of me with that incredible smile and those piercing blue eyes looking into mine.

John continued to look at me and we just smiled at each other.  There’s a lot to say for non verbal communication.  John broke the silence.  “I appreciate the fact you are willing to call me sir, but it’s not necessary, yet.  I’m assuming you were responding to my calling you, boy.”

“It seemed appropriate, at the time, and natural, sir,” I said with a bit of a chuckle.

John laughed along with me.  “I like your attitude, Dave.  Are you ready to continue our conversation?”

“By all means, please,” I said.

John turned around and pulled the bondage chair away from the chain web and to the center of the space.  He motioned for me to come over.  The chair was like others I had seen in photos.  Built primarily of two by fours, there was no seat to speak of.  Two legs came out at a 45 degree angle from the back.  A small piece of triangular wood created what could be considered a small seat to the rear.  Clearly, though, this was made to keep the legs separated and the crotch accessible.  The back was ladder like, not very wide, but about five feet tall from the bottom of the chair to the top of the back ladder rails.

While I stood by the chair, John went to the cabinet on the back wall and opened a drawer.  I heard him rummage around and then close the drawer.  When he came back to me he had a pair each of leather wrist and ankle cuffs.  He tossed them on the floor in front of me and took a set of keys from his pocket.  He had me turn around and bent down behind me.  John used the keys to unlock and remove the legcuffs.  He then put the leather ankle cuffs on me locking them on with small padlocks he pulled from his other pocket.  Likewise, he stood up, unlocking the handcuffs from me and replacing them with the leather wrist cuffs.  He also locked them on using an additional set of small padlocks.  He moved me into the chair and went behind.

I felt my wrists being pulled together and then heard a padlock being used.  My wrists were locked together.  Next John came around the front and using two additional padlocks he locked each ankle to attachment points on the side of the chair slightly pulling the legs back along the chair’s side.  I tested the restraints.  I wasn’t going any where.  John leaned in to me and said, “Are you ok?”

“Yes,” is all I could get out before he leaned in and lightly kissed me again.

 

The conversation

 

After a few moments John stopped kissing and pulled away leaving me looking at him.  And there it was, that great smile looking back at me.  I don’t know why, but for some reason John’s smile really did a number on me.  He’s a good looking guy to begin with.  But when he smiles there’s this terrific personality that comes out and makes me feel like we are really connected.   Pretty amazing if I thought about it considering we just met for the first time earlier.

John pulls up a small stool that was off to the side and sits down directly in front of me so close our knees are almost touching.

“So, I’m thinking you’re enjoying yourself so far,” John says.

“Yeah, I am.  I can’t believe this space you’ve got here and you’ve been very nice in appealing to my fantasies so far just by cuffing me, bringing me in here and now having me cuffed to this bondage chair.  Very cool.  Thanks.”

“No problem,” John responds.  “So here’s the plan.  You like being restrained and that’s how you are at the moment.  I want to learn more about your bondage interests and what gets you going.  I want to learn what your fantasies are, what kinds of internet pictures and videos you look at and wish you could change places with the guys in them.  And I want you to be able to concentrate totally on the conversation and our discussion without any distractions.”  He smiles at me as he says this last line.   “So, since I keep noticing your reaction when I smile at you, and by the way, thanks, I’m going to blindfold you if that’s OK.  Are you OK with that?  It’ll allow you to completely concentrate on what I’m saying and how you are responding.”

“Sure, I’m good with that,” I answer.

“Good,” he says.  “Do you wear contacts?”

“No,” I respond.

“OK, then you’ll be OK with the blindfold I’m going to use.  If at any time you are feeling uncomfortable or not sure about what is happening, tell me.  Your safety and trust in me are at all times important.”

I look at him and respond, “Thanks, I appreciate that.  So, if I’m not feeling right or uncomfortable I should just tell you and you’ll take the blindfold off and release me from the chair,” I ask.

“Yes, just let me know what’s going on and we’ll end it,” John says.

“Well, I don’t mean to stop the conversation,” I respond.

John looks at me and says, “Dave, part of today is about building up trust.  To that end, I want you to go as long as you can in the chair and blindfolded.  The conversation will help with that since you won’t be concentrating on the amount of time you are in the chair and blindfolded.  But, if I release you, we’ll stop for today.”

I take in his words for a minute and think.  This wasn’t exactly what I thought today would be like.  But then again, I’m cuffed to a bondage chair wearing only cargo shorts and I’ve got this really hot guy across from me telling me in so many words he wants to know more about me and my bondage interests.  What’s a guy to do?

“We’re good,” I say to John.

“Cool,” is what I get back in response.  He gets up from the stool and walks back to the cabinet and pulls something out of a drawer.  As he turns around he’s got a blindfold in his hand.

“Seen this before,” he asks me holding up a padded blindfold.

“Yeah, I have.”

“Have you worn one before?”

I smile at him and say, “Well, as a matter of fact, I have one.  It’s one of my limited investments I’ve made in gear over the last couple of years.”

He shakes his head smiling and looks at me saying, “Well, I guess I’ll have to ask about that.”

With that, he steps behind me and carefully places the blindfold over my eyes and around my head.  John then pulls the strap tight sealing the blindfold over my eyes.  It’s completely black.  I can’t see a thing.

John takes one of his hands and pats me on the head and then each hand moves to the side of my head gently touching me.  I start to relax.  John’s hands move down to my shoulders and he lightly massages them.  No words are spoken at all between us for the next few minutes.

Still standing behind me, John’s hands work their way down to my nipples and start lightly massaging them again.  I start to lightly moan and continue to relax.  I feel his head get close to mine.

“How are you doing, boy,” he asks.

“I’m good, Sir,” I respond.

“Sir, again.  You like calling me that, don’t you, boy?”

“Yes, Sir,” I respond.

John asks, “Does the boy want to continue calling me Sir the rest of the day?”

“Yes, Sir,” I respond again noticing my breathing is becoming deeper and more regular as he continues to rub my nipples.  I’ve also got a raging hard-on inside my shorts.

“Good boy, then,” John says.  “Until I release the restraints you are my boy.  Sir thanks the boy for the trust he is placing in Sir.”  As he says that he is moving around to in front of me still trying to maintain contact with my nipples.  Again I feel him leaning into me and once again he starts to lightly kiss me.

“Thank you, Sir,” is all I can get out as we continue to kiss.  It’s making me feel very comfortable with him.  I’m totally his.

John pulls away and stops massaging my nipples.

“I’m going to ask you a lot of open ended questions, boy.  Your job is to answer them to the best of your ability without holding anything back.  As you can tell, I have interest in you and I know you have interest in me.  You’ve been very responsive when I touch you and my guess is that responsiveness will carry to other aspects of play if we get there.  I was watching you when you entered the dungeon and I can tell you are extremely interested in trying some of the items out you were looking at.  Again, today is a get to know you session, and vice versa.  I’ll give you a chance to ask me questions later.  What you have experienced so far and how you are currently restrained is the extent to what will happen to you today.  You are perfectly safe.  Are you ready to answer some questions and tell me more about yourself, boy?”

“Yes, Sir,” I answer.  “Your boy is ready to answer Sir’s questions.”

I hear John chuckle and I can’t exactly figure out why.   “You really are getting into this.  I like it,” he says back.  I’m thinking I like the fact he can see the humor in this, as well as get into the head space when he wants.

“OK, lets’ start,” John says.  “Tell me why you like bondage and what appeals to you most about having another guy tie you up and take control of you.”

For what seems like a couple of hours John asks me all sorts of questions and I tell him a lot about me, about why I like bondage and specific types of bondage that get me going.

John finds out that I’ve been into bondage since I was a kid.  I just didn’t know it.  I guess it’s the same for a lot of us guys.  Playing cops and robbers or army as kids lit a spark in us.  We liked controlling the other kids or being controlled when we played.  For me, I always wanted to be the one that got caught.  As an adult, we’re still playing.  We’ve just got cooler toys and places to play now.

I tell John about the gear I’ve purchased over the last few years as I’ve gotten more involved in the scene.  In terms of steel he learns I’ve got handcuffs, legcuffs, rigid irons, a steel collar along with an assortment of chains and padlocks.  I tell him how much I like steel.   He hears how there’s nothing like cold, hard steel against the skin and the sound of the lock as it closes.  I tell him how much I want to be in heavy steel and locked in the cage he has for a really long time.

I let John know I’ve got some leather restraints, as well.  This includes the padded blindfold, parachute stretcher, a few ball gags and a posture collar.  He also finds out about the nipple clamps and rope I’ve got, too.

I tell John how I have come to want long term, multi hour bondage that becomes increasingly harder as time passes.  I tell him the bondage that appeals to me starts uncomfortable and progresses in pain to a level like a toothache.  I know it’s there.  It really bothers me and it does a number on me not just physically, but mentally, too.  It’s that type of pain a person hates, but you know you can handle it which makes it all the worse.

John also hears how that bondage can be intermixed with overt type pain play and medium SM play.  He asks if I’ve ever been flogged and I tell him no, but it interests me.  He asks if I’m usually naked when I’m tied up and I tell him yes.  We discuss how it appeals to me that my captor is clothed, at least with pants or shorts and when he asks why I let him know it’s about head space with me.  Clothing is one of the defining differences between me as captive and the captor.  He tells me he understands.

We chat about some of my experiences and what I’ve liked so far and what hasn’t worked like mummification.  It just didn’t appeal to me.

It’s a good conversation and he eventually leans in to me and tells me to close my eyes behind the blindfold.  I do so and I feel him reach around and remove the blindfold.  He says, “Open your eyes, slowly.”  As I do so I see his hand in front of my face.  He’s shielding my eyes with his hand and the light is ever slightly coming through.  After about a minute like this he slowly pulls his hand away and my eyes slowly adjust to the light again.

John is smiling at me.  I smile back and he says to me, “Good job.  You did well and I learned a lot.”

“Thanks,” I respond.

John leans in and gently kisses me again and then pulls back.  “I want you to know something,” he starts.  “You were very open with me and very forthcoming.  I appreciate that.  I think we have a lot in common.”

I look at him and say, “Sir, thank you so much for this afternoon. I’ve never had anyone invest time like this just to find out my interests before we really do a session.  I hope it was worth your time.”

“More than you know at the moment,” John says.  “I think it’s time to call it a day.”

I smile back at him and nod my head yes as he said that.  John walks around behind me and I feel him unlocking the ankle restraints.  My feet fall forward one at a time.  Next, it’s the wrists being unlocked.  I pull them around the front and start stretching.

John comes around and stands in front of me.  After a few minutes of stretching I look up and we smile at each other without saying anything.   For whatever reason, instead of standing upright, I get up from the bondage chair and fall to my knees in front of him and pull my wrists behind me back.  My head bows down in front of him.

John reaches towards me and pulls my head into his legs running his hands through my hair.  “Yes, boy, you have done well today.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

He continues to stroke my hair.  “Stand up, boy.”  I stand up and John says to me, “Good job,” and flashes that smile.

John guides me to the dungeon door.  We step out and he hands me my shirt.  I put it on and step into my flip flops.  He opens the linen closet door and pulls out the envelope with my wallet, cell phone and car keys in it.  I break the seal and take it all out handing the envelope back to John.  We head upstairs and he offers me some water which I accept.  We aren’t really saying anything to each other.  At the same time, we don’t need to.  We’re just sort of standing and smiling at each other.  When I’m done drinking I say to John, “Thanks again for today.  It meant a lot to me and I hope we can get together again soon.”

“Definitely, Dave,” John answered.

John reaches towards me and gives me a really nice hug.  When we’re done we head to the front door and he shows me out.  “Until next time,” he says.

“Definitely a next time,” is how I respond.

“Glad to hear it.  Safe drive.”

I go to my car, get in and start to drive home.  It’s been a very good day.

 

Making First Plans

 

Needless to say it was difficult falling asleep that night.  Lying in my bed, staring up at the ceiling, all I kept thinking about was the time John and I spent together today.  There seemed to be a real connection between us.  That, and let’s be honest, the dungeon was amazing and I was very much hoping John would invite me back to try out some of the gear and furniture.

I was online a couple of nights later when I saw John’s IM account sign on.  Seconds later John sent me an IM.  “How’s my boy doing tonight?”

I replied back with about four short messages.  “Hey John, it’s good to see you online.  I’m doing well.  Thanks again for Saturday.  I very much appreciated your time and showing me your place.”

“You’re welcome.  I’m looking forward to having you back.  Let me know when it’s good for you.  Soon, I hope.”

Before I knew it, we decided to meet again the next Saturday.

So here it was Tuesday night, and I just committed to spending part of Saturday with John in his dungeon.

I had some thinking to do before we chatted online again in a couple of nights.  Do I just tell him let’s go a couple of hours and make sure it’s all good this first time or do I tell him I don’t really have any plans and he can keep me as long as he wants on Saturday?   I opted for a compromise in my head.  Hopefully he would be OK with it.

I was online again on Thursday night and as I signed on I saw John’s IM account signed on, as well.  After about thirty minutes of reading some news and checking some favorite sites for updates, I thought I’d better connect with him.  He hadn’t sent me a message and I didn’t want to lose the opportunity for Saturday.

“Hey John, how’s it going?”

John replied, “Hey buddy, I’m doing well.  Are we still on for Saturday?”  Great, he was still interested.

“Yeah,” I replied.  “Let’s definitely meet on Saturday.”

“Good.  How long have you got?”

“Well, to be honest I have all day.  But I’m not sure I should go more than a couple of hours the first time.  What do you think?”

John took a couple of minutes before he replied.  “Well, I’d like to have some more time if that’s possible.  I think you and I have a great connection and I’d like the chance to prove it.  I understand your hesitancy though.  Two hours is good if that’s what you want to try.”

I thought for a couple of moments and then replied with the compromise I worked out in my head.  “How about this?  I appreciate your interest and that you seem to have some things you want me to try.  How about two hour intervals?  I’ll set aside most of the day but about every two hours could we do a check-in of sorts and see how I’m doing?”

“I like that idea.  Yes, that would work fine.  It would give me the chance to try something on you.  We see how you do and whether you want to keep going.  Be forewarned though, if you say yes to another two hours at a break, I’m keeping you for those two hours.  No getting released.   We’ll definitely have safe words in use but I get to try some stuff on you until the two hour interval is up.  Sound good?”  John really put it out there.  He was going to be in control.

“Yeah,” I replied.  “I’m good with that.”

“Cool,” John shot back at me.  “What time can you get here and what’s the latest you want to leave?”

“How about I arrive at 10 and I’d like to be home by 10 so leave around 9 at the latest?”

“11 hours.  Are you sure you want that long a day?  I’m just asking,” John types back.  “I think someone’s dick is getting ahead of their brain.  LOL”

“You’re probably right, but I’m good with that.  What else?”

“What time will you leave on Saturday morning to get here?”

“A little after 9 for me to be there by 10.”

“OK, at precisely 9 on Saturday morning, be online and I’ll give you final instructions before you leave.  Sound good?  Any questions?”

“No, that sounds good.  Talk to you on Saturday morning.”

“Good.  Until Saturday, then.”  And with that John signed off.

 

First Session – instructions and arrival

 

The alarm went off at 7:30.  Not exactly the hour I wanted to get up at on a Saturday morning.   I continued to lie in bed for a few more minutes before I felt motivated enough to get up and get started.  A shower would definitely wake me up.  But before that breakfast and the paper were calling.  I decided to make myself a large mushroom omelette thinking that I wasn’t at all sure how long the day would be and whether I would be given any food along the way.

By 8:30 I was done with breakfast, the paper and just sitting around.  I turned on the computer and headed to the shower.  The warm water felt good.  After drying off I shaved and finished using the bathroom.  I slipped on a pair of briefs, jeans and a tee shirt and sat at the computer.  It was 8:55.

At exactly 9:00 John signed on to IM.

“Good morning, boy,” he sent to me.

I replied back, “Hey John, morning to you, too.”

John sent another IM.  “Let’s try that again.  Good morning, boy.”  I of course noticed the “boy” was underlined.   Apparently our session had already started.

“Good morning, Sir.”

“That’s better, boy,” John typed back.  “Are you ready for your session today?”

“Yes, Sir,” I responded.

“Good.  Your session starts now.  If you are not already naked, strip!”  I instantly got a hard-on and complied.  This was going to be a good day!

“From this moment until I release you later today, you are my bondage boy.  I intend to respect all of your limits as we previously discussed.  You will refer to me as “Sir” or “Master” when you address me.  Failure to do so will result in punishment.  Per our agreement, when you arrive a two hour clock will start.  At some point prior to the end of the two hours, I will ask you if you intend to continue.  My belief is that you will say yes.  I have a good day planned for you all the way up until 9 tonight.”

I couldn’t believe what I was reading.  He’s hoping I stay all day.  I was still hard from earlier and showing no signs that was going to change at the moment.

“Yes, Sir,” I typed back.

“Here are your instructions.  Follow them to the letter.  You will put on a pair of blue jeans, no underwear, and a white wife beater tank.  You may bring your wallet, cell phone and car keys.  Nothing else.  Understood?  Questions?”

I responded back, “Sir, no flip flops or footwear?”  I was certain he had forgotten but I thought I had better ask.  His answer totally surprised me.

“Boy, you told me how a bondage boy should not be permitted footwear of any type.  That he should be barefoot always.  Therefore, you will drive to my house barefoot.  The only reason you are permitted the jeans and tank is in case you need to stop for some reason and to be able to get from your car to my house.”

“Understood, Sir.”

“When you arrive, you will park out front on the curb.  You will walk to my front door.  There you will find a large envelope just like the one you placed your belongings in last week.  Take your wallet, phone and keys and place them in the envelope.  Remove the wife beater and place it in the envelope also.  Seal the envelope and drop it into the mail slot in the door so it drops inside.  Kneel and wait.  The only thing you better be wearing are your jeans and absolutely nothing in the pockets.  You have 50 minutes to get here.  Do not play the radio during your drive.  I want you focusing completely on the session you are about to have and I don’t want your mind wandering off to other things.  Drive here in silence.  Don’t be late.”

“Yes, Sir.”   As soon as I typed that, he signed off.

I immediately stood up, shut the computer down and put the jeans and wife beater on.  I grabbed my keys, cell and wallet and headed for the door.

The drive was uneventful as far as traffic.  It was a beautiful day out so I had the windows down.   Without the radio on it was tough not to think about where I was driving and what could happen today.  The silence had the exact effect John wanted it to have on me.  And driving barefoot was definitely interesting.  There’s a different feel without anything between the pedals and the bare skin.

I arrived at John’s about five minutes early and parked.  I got out of the car, hit the locks and walked up the front entry.  His door was a little secluded from the street so I wasn’t hesitant about following his instructions.  I found the envelope just as he said.  I pulled the wife beater off of me, put it and the phone, wallet and keys inside.  After sealing it I had to flatten it out some to get it through the mail slot but it dropped through.  I kneeled down, put my wrists behind my back and waited.

After about ten minutes I heard movement on the other side of the door.  A moment later the leather blindfold I had on last week and a pair of handcuffs dropped through the slot and down to the ground.  The handcuffs certainly made a sound when they hit the concrete.

I didn’t need any further instructions to know what to do.  I picked up the handcuffs and engaged one cuff onto my left wrist.  There’s nothing like the sound of a handcuff ratchet clicking close.  I then picked up the blindfold, put it over my eyes and cinched the back tightly to my head.  I pulled my wrists behind my back and closed the other cuff onto my right wrist.

A few moments went by when next I heard the door open.  I could feel someone standing in front of me and then walk around behind me.  I felt hands on my wrists and realized he was double locking the cuffs closed on me.  He then pulled under my arms and I instinctively stood up.  I small push on my back indicated to walk forward.  I knew there was a small threshold to step over so I was sort of careful as I walked in.  After about three steps a hand on my shoulder pulled me to stop.

The door closed behind me.

“Hello boy.”  It was John.

“Hello, Sir.”

“I’m very pleased with you.  You appear to have followed your directions perfectly and you instinctively knew what to do with the items I dropped outside for you.  Good job, boy.”

“Thank you, Sir,” I responded.

“Are you ready to start your first session,” John asked.

“Yes, Sir, I’m ready.  Thank you, Sir.”

“No need to thank me – yet.”  He sort of paused before that last word and then let it hang there as he said it.  He definitely has a way of setting up a scene.

With that he guided me through the house and carefully down the stairs to the dungeon entrance.  When we got there he turned me around facing away from the dungeon door it turns out.  He removed the blindfold and uncuffed my wrists instructing me to place them behind my head and to spread my legs.

John was wearing jeans and a black tank that looked really good on him.  He was in good shape to begin with and the tight tank accentuated his body.

He then began to pat me down.  I thought that was funny since I was only wearing jeans.  But he made sure to go over every inch of my torso with his hands against my bare skin.  When he got to the jeans he took extra notice of my package.  It was still hard under the jeans.

When he was satisfied that I was clean, he cuffed my wrists behind my back again and then had me turn around and face him.  He was smiling from ear to ear.  Gosh that smile was amazing.  He leaned in and kissed me lightly.

“Ready,” he asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

He reached down to my waist and undid the button on my jeans.  Slowly he opened them up and revealed my cock letting it spring out.  He played with it and my balls for a few moments cupping them in his hand.  He then kneeled down in front of me and pulled the jeans down to my ankles.  I stepped out of them and was left standing naked.

Next he pulled a small chain out of his front jeans pocket and a small padlock.  He put it around my neck and closed the padlock.

“This collar is a sign that you are my bondage boy for today.  During your session today you may earn a collar of a different sort.”

“Thank you, Sir,” I responded.

“Good, boy.  You are remembering to demonstrate deference towards me.  Continue to remember that.”

He looked into my eyes and asked, “Do you trust me?”

“Yes, Sir,” I replied.  “I trust you, Sir.  I know that you will take care of me today, Sir.”

“Good, boy.  I intend to push you a little today once I understand a little more about you.  But you will not experience anything you can’t handle.  We’ve talked a lot and I think I know how to provide you with a good first session today.  Your safe word today is red.  If at any time you need to use it, do so.  There will be times when I ask you for a color.  If all is good say green.  If things are somewhat tough but you don’t want to exactly give in yet, say yellow.  Red gets you out today of what is happening at that moment.  It does not end the session today, though.  Understood?

“Yes, Sir.”

John continued.  “Don’t wait for me to ask for a color if you need to red out.”  He then looked into my eyes and smiled.  He retrieved the blindfold and put it back on me.

I heard the dungeon door open.  He guided me in and towards what I think was the center of the space.  I heard the door close and some additional sounds that were like chains being rattled.  A few moments later I felt leg cuffs being applied to my ankles.  Here we go I thought.

 

First Session – the dungeon

 

There’s nothing like cold, hard steel restraints against the skin.  There I was standing in the center of the dungeon space with my wrists handcuffed behind my back, ankle cuffs below and a blindfold over the eyes.

I felt John take his fingers and start running them through my hair.  Slowly he moved down to my cheeks and his fingers circled them.  Next, his hands went to my shoulders and finally to my nipples, where he spun circles around them with his finger tips.  I was instantly hard as my cock came to attention.

“On your knees, boy,” he instructed me and down I went.  He pulled my head into the crouch of his jeans pushing my face into the denim.  At the same time he was stroking my hair.   I took in the smell of the denim and could feel his arousal underneath as it moved.  After a few moments he moved away and left me there on my knees.

I could hear him moving around, drawers opening, gear being moved about.  I had no idea what he was taking out or what would happen next.

I felt him come near to me again.  “Stand,” was the command I heard and I obeyed.  He put his hands on me and guided me over to the left side of the dungeon.  He removed the cuffs from my wrists and ankles and replaced them with leather restraints which I felt and heard him lock on.  It’s amazing how you pick up sounds when blindfolded, like small padlocks clicking closed.

He moved around to my left side and pulled the wrist into the air.  A padlock was used to lock it to something keeping it slightly suspended in the air.  Likewise, he went to the other side and repeated the same thing with my right wrist.  Next his hands were on my right ankle and were being attached to something.  As he moved around I felt the rigidity of the spreader bar at my ankle.  He took one of his hands and tapped on my left ankle and then on the right ankle motioning for them to be further apart.  I stretched out thinking I was good, but then felt the tapping again.   Another stretch and then I hear the click of a padlock from the left ankle.  I try to move my legs and realize they are at either end of the spreader bar.

A few moments later I hear the sound of a crank.  My wrists begin to lift and spread.  Within a few moments I am in a tight standing spread eagle, naked and exposed before John.

“Because you want the option of being released every two hours, your torment today will be in two hour increments.”  John was matter of fact in the way he said this.  He took his hands and fondled my body and I reacted with moans of pleasure.  I felt his body very close to mine as he used his hands to explore my exposed body.

I felt John’s head come close to me, and then whispering into my ear he said, “Today you will feel pleasure and pain.  It will be a mixture so I can see how you react.  You have a safe word, but I doubt you will need, or want, to use it.  Enjoy your ride, boy.”

As he pulled back his fingers started to circle around each of my nipples.  I immediately reacted as my breathing pattern changed and my head tilted forward.  I could feel my cock stiffening and coming to attention.  Then I felt the first searing pain as a clamp was attached to my right nipple.  I gasped.  “Breathe deeply and relax,” John whispered.  “Let the pain subside slowly.”  I did as he suggested.  The pain eventually did subside, but was still there and had my attention.  A moment later, I felt the left nipple experience the same sensation.  Again, I tried to breathe in deep and slowly.  I felt a chain against my chest no doubt connecting the two clamps that had just been attached.  John took his hands and massaged my face.  He took one hand and put it behind my head and pulled my head forward into his chest.  “Good boy,” he whispered into my ear and he pulled away.  I was left there, spread tightly, blindfolded and clamps attached to my nipples.

After a few minutes like that, I heard the crank being turned again a few clicks and with it I was pulled tighter.  My wrists were now far enough apart that I was on the balls of my feet in order to keep the pressure off my arms.

“Ah!” I shouted as I felt something impact my left thigh.  He was using a riding crop on me.  I shouted again as the crop hit my right thigh this time.  I feel John’s hand roughly grab my chin and he says, “If you’re going to yell I’ll have to gag you.”  His hand pulls away and another hit to the right thigh.  Again I yelp.  All of a sudden I feel something being pushed into my mouth.  He’s inserting a ball gag.  He pulls the strap tightly around my head and secures it.  “That’s better,” he says.

Over the next few minutes the crop lands on my thighs, calves, butt cheeks, near the clamps and on my stomach.  I try to move around as if I’m going to keep him from hitting me.  It’s useless, of course, as he hits his mark and my movement only causes the chain between the clamps to swing and pull on the nipples.

When he finished with the crop I feel his hands near my nipples and then searing pain as he pulls them off me.  The blood rushes back into the nipples and with it the pain that causes me to yell into the gag.  It only lasts a few seconds but the nipples feel like they are on fire.  I feel John step into towards me and he puts his hands around my back and pulls me into him.  I feel his naked torso against me.  At some point he must have pulled off the tank top.  He tells me to calm down and holds me tight.  I let my head drop into his shoulder as he’s holding me.  He finally lets go and steps away.  I hear the crank again but this time my wrists are being let down slightly and I can stand on both feet flat.  I’m breathing heavy and it takes a few moments for it to get back to a regular state.

John removes the gag from me.  “Good boy,” he says.

“Thank you, Sir,” I respond.

He takes one of his hands and runs his fingers through my hair.  “I’ll give you a few moments before we continue,” he says.  I just hang there thinking how rough that was, but also how much I liked it.  To a certain extent, even how much I needed it.  John was definitely putting me through some limited pain to see how I would react.  But he was also showing his balance making sure to touch me at just the right times and reassure me of his presence and my ability to take what he was dishing out.  It was going to be a long day, but a good day.

After a few minutes the crank begins to sound again but this time my wrists are being lowered to my sides.  I take this opportunity to stretch a little bit.  At the same time, John has come around behind me.  I feel his presence near my back.  He releases my wrist restraints from the ropes at my side and pulls them behind my back using a padlock to secure the leather restraints together.  He pulls in close to me his bare chest against my back, his head on my right shoulder, his hands coming around to my chest and holding me tight.  After a few moments his hands begin to massage my nipples.  Eventually they work their way up to my head and stroke my hair back.

John steps away and relatively quickly is back behind me again.  But this time, he’s pulling a posture collar around my neck.  I hear the snap of a padlock and then a piece of rope being threaded through the back of the collar very close to my neck.  The end of the rope is near my wrists and John begins to knot the rope through the padlock connecting my wrist restraints.   A moment later, the crank starts again and my wrists are pulled up into the small of my back.

John steps around in front of me and attaches a parachute stretcher to my balls.  Once he’s got it in place I feel a tug.  The tension is getting tougher but it has some give.  It’s a bungee cord being used to pull the stretcher down to the spreader bar.  My instinct is to bend my knees to take the pressure off but as I do this, my wrists are pulled up higher into my back.  I immediately realize what is happening.  John is making sure this predicament position has only one option.  I’m going to be hurting some place.  It’s just up to me what I do.

“Do you understand the position you are in right now, boy?” John asks.

“Yes, Sir,” I answer.

“Good.  Just to summarize, your balls are being pulled down by a bungee cord.  If you decide to bend your knees, you will increase the pressure on your shoulders and arms.  In addition, that half squat you do will eventually tax your thighs.  If you decide to stand to relieve the pressure on your shoulders and legs, your balls will take the brunt of that decision.  You still have an hour to go in your first two hours of bondage.  You will remain like this for that hour.  Good luck, boy.  I hope you are entertaining for me.”

I heard John step away and I think I even heard him sit down on the floor.  It was difficult to know exactly where he was in the space but I knew he was still there since I didn’t hear the door open and close.  Every now and again I would hear what sounded like heavy breathing.

For a while I just went back and forth between squatting down and trying to stand.  It was a continuous process for me switching every few minutes.  Evidently this is what he wanted.  He wanted to watch me make choices and then switch.  My legs were starting to get tired and would occasionally begin to shudder when I tried to hold the squat too long.  My breathing pattern noticeably changed, as well, becoming heavier and deeper.

I felt his presence again very close to me.  “You’re doing well boy.  Keep it up.  You undoubtedly feel me next to you and that is all you will feel.  I’m not going to touch you until I release you.  For now it’s just you and the bondage.  Get used to it.  I know this is what you want.  It’s what you crave.  Do not say anything.   I’m not going to gag you because I want you to be able to breathe through your mouth.  But you are not permitted to speak until I tell you after you are released from this position.  I’ll let you figure out how much time you think you have left.  I’m enjoying the show.”  Then I heard him step away from me and sit down again near by.  His words went right through me.  He’s very in tune with my thoughts and fantasies so far.  Damn, this is hot, but it’s also tough.  I’ve got to make the best of it and get through it I think to myself.  He’s challenging me and I like it.

My dance continues but now it’s becoming more frequent.  I’m holding each position less and less time.  My legs are starting to feel like jello as I squat down.  My breathing is now shallow and I’m breathing through my mouth.  I can feel droplets of sweat slowly working their way down my skin.  I have no idea how long I have to go.

John is beside me again.  His body is so close but we’re not touching.  He’s circling me slowly.   Once he’s in front of me he’s using his hand to pull my head forward into his.  The other hand is stroking my hair.  He pulls back.

“Well done, boy.  You’ve done really well,” he says.  I’m still trussed up and continue my dance.  I hear the crank again and my wrists are being let down towards my waist.  It helps but I can’t stand up because of the bungee cord.  “Squat down,” I’m directed.  As I bend my knees I feel the pressure being released from my balls.  He’s unhooked the bungee cord.  A shot of brief pain goes through my balls as I feel the parachute stretcher released and pulled away from my skin.  Next, my ankles are released from the spreader bar.  John takes his hands and puts them under my pits and tells me to stand upright.  He’s helping me to stand as I try to pull my feet together.

He steps around behind me.   The rope is untied from my wrists and then he removes the posture collar after unlocking the padlock.

“Kneel,” he commands.  I slowly go down to my knees.  John takes off the blindfold I’ve been wearing and slowly my eyes adjust to the dim light in the space.  Eventually I look at him standing in front of me.

“You may speak again,” he says.  “How are you doing?”

“Good, Sir,” I respond.  “Thank you, Sir.  That was amazing.”

“You did well.  It’s time for you to decide if you want another two hours, boy.”

“Yes, Sir.  Let’s please continue, Sir,” I answer back.  John

looks down at me and smiles.  “I was hoping you would say that,” he says with a wide smile.  I sort of fall into his waist with my head and he puts his hands behind my head and strokes my hair.  I think to myself this is the beginning – but the beginning of what?

John looks down at me and says, “Stay here for a moment and rest.”  I sort of sit back on my feet and try to stretch out a little which is difficult given my wrists are still cuffed behind me.  I see John go over to the side and pull the bondage chair out from the wall and towards the center of the space pretty close to where he has me kneeling.  It gives me a chance to take a good look at it again.  The last time I was in it I was wearing cargo shorts.  This time I’m completely naked.

John comes over to me and helps me to my feet.  He walks me over to the chair and sets me down.  There’s a different feel this time with my cock and balls hanging loosely given the only support are the two wood legs at a 45 degree angle and that little triangle of a seat that is barely enough for my butt to sit on.

John reaches around behind me and removes the padlock that has kept my wrist restraints together.  There’s a small piece of rope on the floor which he picks up.  “Bring your wrists in front of you,” he says.  I comply.  He takes the rope and weaves it within the D rings on the leather cuffs and pulls the rope tight.  Next he takes the rope and brings it up and over head towards the ladder chair back.  My arms are pulled above my head.  He ties off the rope at the top effectively out of reach of my hands.  Next he bends down and attaches my ankle cuffs to the front of the chair.  At least this time they are not pulled back and up like the last time he had me in this thing.  Next comes rope over the thighs, then rope around the waist and finally rope around each elbow effectively tying me to the chair so I can hardly move.

John takes a look at his handy work and smiles.  I try to struggle a little bit just to test out how he’s got me tied to the chair.  I’m completely exposed.  My cock and balls are hanging freely and my arms are tied above my head exposing my pits and forcing out my chest a little bit.  I smile back at him with approval.  I’m not going any where.

He reaches down with his hand and rolls my balls around.  Then he takes my cock and starts to massage it some and I’m getting harder.  I pre cum a lot and he’s using it to maximum effect.

He looks into my eyes and says, “Pain and pleasure, boy.  It’s time to begin your next two hours.”  I smile back at him and think he’s totally got me, both physically and figuratively.  Physically, I’m completely helpless.  Figuratively, it’s his smile, his being only in jeans, bare chested, barefoot and looking pretty damn good.  I have to remember to ask him how he keeps so athletic looking.  He leans in and kisses me again.  It’s never really deep when he does it.  It’s just light kissing – very tender, very light – just enough to show interest and some level of caring.

What I didn’t see coming was the ball gag again which he shoved into my mouth and quickly strapped on behind my head.  Next he grabbed the riding crop.  I thought it interesting that he didn’t blindfold me.  He obviously wants me to see what is happening at the moment.  He showed me the crop taking the end and slowly pulling it down my chest to my navel.

John then took the crop and started to slap my balls ever so lightly from underneath.  I started to regulate my breathing and get used to the sensation.  Slowly, he began to increase the intensity and with it I started to whimper ever so slightly.  He made direct eye contact with me as if to say, “Take it.”  I nodded my head yes to him and tried my best to hold back any sounds.  Again he increased the intensity but slowed down on the frequency of hits.  Still it hurt like hell.  I kept holding back even to the point of holding my breath a few times thinking that would help.  It didn’t.

John decided I had enough of the ball thumping and started to work on my nipples alternating back and forth every few whacks.  Again he would start lightly and then increase the intensity.   I had to again hold back trying to deal with the pain changing up my breathing to compensate.

When John finally stopped, he leaned in, smiled at me and nodded his approval.  I was glad I was meeting his expectations to this point.  He stepped away and came back holding the blindfold.  Showing it to me it was as if he was asking me if I wanted it.  I nodded yes and he leaned forward and put it on me.

I felt John sort of sit on me straddling my legs with his legs.  His hands started to play with me stroking my hair, lightly touching my arms and pits, then slowly and lightly touching the sides of my torso working his way down to my waist.  He repeated this several times and I appreciated the affection he was showing me knowing full well the crop was going to return.

And return did the crop.  He kept alternating between my nipples, thighs, balls and torso.  I never knew where the next series of hits would be as he was very good at mixing up his targets.  Again and again he would also alternate the intensity.  I have no idea how long he kept this up for but I was dripping beads of sweat when he finally stopped taking his hands and embracing my head.

John stepped away and left me alone for a few moments.  When he came back he took the gag out and said, “Drink,” putting a straw to my lips.  I started sucking and it was water – a very welcome relief.  I took several swigs and then sort of put my head back to indicate I was OK.

John then put the gag back in me.  Again he let me sit for a while without any touching or sensations.

After a few minutes I felt his fingers massaging my nipples.  It wasn’t to last though as the nipple clamps returned.  And so did the parachute stretcher only this time he added weights to pull down on the balls when he was all set.  There I sat with my nipples on fire and my balls being pulled away from me.  I heard John whisper into my ear, “Show me you can take this.  It’s just you and the clamps and the weights now.  I’ll be here.  But it’s just you for the rest of the time.”  And with that I felt him pull away.

I tried to use my breathing again to help get through the painful stimulation.  After a few minutes the clamps and the ball weights were just annoying.  It wasn’t so much pain any longer as it was just a dull ache.  I was able to sit quietly and concentrate.  I could get through this.

Eventually time was up.  John came over to me, removed the clamps, ball weights and parachute stretcher.  I yelped as they came off.  Then off came the blindfold and then the gag.  And there in front of me that wonderful smile.  “You are meeting all my expectations today.  Perhaps I should be tougher on you.”  I smiled back at him and said, “I’m ok with the current intensity, Sir.  Maybe another time to ratchet it up.”  He sort of chuckled.

“I have a deal for you,” John said.  “You’ve been here four hours and it’s only mid day.  I’d like to keep you another four hours.  My proposal is this.  I notice you looking at the cage when ever you get a chance.  I’ll be happy to put you in it for a couple of hours.  Nothing will happen to you while you are in the cage.  Consider it a two hour break.  When that time is up, we’ll do something else for a couple of hours and then we’ll call it a day.  How’s that sound?”  He smiled at me looking directly into my eyes.

How could I pass this up?  “I’m in, Sir,” I said.

“Good.  Let me get you off the chair, then.”

After I was released from the chair, I stood up and stretched a little bit.  At the same time he started to remove the leather restraints from my wrists and ankles.

“Sir, no bondage while in the cage?” I asked.

John answered, “Well, since you are going into a steel cage I thought steel restraints would be appropriate.”

“Yes, SIR,” I smartly replied grinning from ear to ear.

“You should be very careful what you wish for, boy,” John retorted.

John went and got five way heavy irons.  He had me stand there as he put them on me – steel collar, wrist and ankle restraints with connecting chain between them all and wrists secured in front of me.  Everything locked on with a hex screw.  I immediately felt the weight of the restraints and chains.  This was not light weight stuff.  John opened the end of the cage and motioned me in.  The bottom had a soft pad and I scooted in.  Once all the way in, he closed the door and padlocked it closed.  “Enjoy your break, boy,” John said.  He smiled at me then turned around and headed for the dungeon door.  “I’ll be back in a while.”  And with that, he left the dungeon.  I tried to lie down as best I could and discovered that wasn’t necessarily what I wanted to do.  I decided to lean against the far end of the cage and spread out as best I could given the limiting nature of the chains and the size of the cage.  I sat there thinking how cool this all was being invited into a space like this, having a captor as cool as John and getting into some different head spaces.  This was a good day.

When John came back into the dungeon he was still only wearing his jeans.  I liked him bare chested and barefoot and pretty much told him so.  “I’ll have to remember that,” he chuckled.  “There are times I want my prisoners very uncomfortable and times I want them to thoroughly enjoy their time with me.  I think you should experience both in your last couple of hours.”

John continued, “When we’ve talked you mentioned you like endurance positions.”

“Yes, Sir, I think it’s hot to be put into bondage that is difficult but not necessarily painful to start.  It sort of sneaks up on you, Sir,” I added.

“Good, then.  I think I have just the position to put you in.”

With that he opened the door and had me get out and kneel.  He moved the bondage chair back to the wall and out of the way so the center of the floor was clear.  He had me move to the open space and sit down on my butt.  He took the hex wrench out and removed the five ways.  Out came the leather wrist and ankle restraints again and he padlocked them on.  Next he had me bring my wrists behind my back and used a padlock to keep them together.  He had me bring my feet together in front with the soles touching each other and the knees spread apart.  A steel collar was put on me and I saw three lengths of chain and some more padlocks on the floor to the side.  John took a piece of chain and connected to the back of the steel collar and then pulled my wrists up into the small of my back and secured them to the chain.  I could not touch the floor with my wrists.  Next he took two similar lengths of chain and connected them to the front of the collar.  “Lean forward,” he instructed.  As I bent forward he took a padlock and connected one chain to the left ankle restraint and then repeated with the right.  He looked at me and he must have decided it wasn’t tight enough.  He unlocked the right padlock and pulled me down towards my feet another couple of links before securing the padlock again.  He made the left the same as the right.  And there I was.  I was forced to stay in a forward bending position, my wrists yanked up my back.

John ran his hands through my hair and said, “You’re going to be like this for two hours.  It’s going to be tough.  Your back, your legs, your shoulders will all begin to hurt.  If it gets to be too much use the safe word.  I won’t think any less of you and rest assured I will invite you back.  I just want to make sure you understand this is about what you think you can take, not me.  I’ll be here the entire time.  You won’t be blindfolded or gagged.  My job is to help you stay like this as long as you can or for the two hours.  Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” I replied.  “Thank you, Sir.”

“All right then, your two hours starts now,” John finished.  He then brought over a pillow, leaned on it and began to watch me.

Needless to say it was a long two hours.  About 30 minutes into this, I’m guessing, my back started to ache and I began to move around trying to do isometric stretching.  John saw this.  He got up, took the pillow and leaned it against the cage upright.  Then he sort of grabbed me and dragged me over near the cage.  It wasn’t far just a couple of feet to move me.  John leaned against the pillow and then pulled me in between his open legs sort of embracing me.  He leaned into me and I could feel his bare chest against the wrists.  His hands came around my front and he began to massage my nipples.  I got hard instantly.  He whispered in my ear, “You’re doing OK.  You’re a little more than a third of the way through.  Hang in there.”

“Yes, sir,” I responded.

He continued to play with my nipples and eventually was stroking my cock.  It wasn’t enough to get me to the edge but it felt good and at least briefly took my mind off the discomfort that was quickly moving into pain.

After a few minutes he sort of leaned back away from my body and used his hands to lightly touch me.  He ran his hands over my shoulders, down my arms and on either side of my back with the chain in between.  It didn’t really do much for me physically in the sense that he was massaging away any of the joint pain I was experiencing.  It was just good to feel his tender touch on me letting me know he was there.  It’s interesting that we really didn’t talk much at all during the day even when I wasn’t gagged.  His touch and our looks to each other were enough communication between us and all we really needed.  I never felt anything but safe even when he was inflicting a level of pain on me.

I started trying to move around some more.  I was leaning to one way and then the next.  My breathing patterns changing again becoming deeper and more thought out.  The head space was very interesting.  John was next to me.  He was no longer touching me.  But I was all alone at the same time.

John must have sensed I was getting to a breaking point as he took out his keys and undid the padlocks from the collar to the ankles.  “Stay forward.  Don’t try to sit up too quickly,” he warned me.  Before I knew it the wrist chain was unlocked as was the padlock connecting the wrists together.  In another moment the collar was off of me leaving me with the leather restraints on me but nothing connected.  “Lean over onto the floor just as you are,” John instructed.  “Slowly stretch out.  Very slowly.”  I did as he suggested.  It took a while before I could stretch out fully on the floor.

While I was lying on the floor he removed the restraints from my wrists and ankles.  “How long did I stay like that,” I asked.  “It was just over an hour.  You were starting to really get into the head space. I could tell.”

“Why didn’t you leave me longer, then?”

“I was thinking you’ve had a long day and still need to drive home at some point.  I didn’t want you to be in too much pain tomorrow when your muscles start to revolt.  You’ll go longer next time,” he said smiling at me.

“Thanks,” I said.

“You did well today, boy.  I think we’re done.  That position can do a number on you.”

“Yes, Sir,” I replied.

After a few minutes he helped me stand up and walk towards the door.  As we left the dungeon he handed me my jeans and we went upstairs.

We sat on the couch and I slowly got dressed.  “I think you should relax for a bit before you drive home.”

I sort of laughed it off and said, “I think you’re right.”

We stayed and chatted for a while about the session.  I told him how I liked to be touched when he had me spread eagle and how interesting it was when he left me alone in the chair and again on the floor.  It was just me and the bondage at that point and how I had to focus my energy to get through it.  I told him I thought I would still ache tomorrow and he said he knew I would.

After a while I felt good enough to stand up and John had me do some stretches.  When he was satisfied I was OK, he handed me the envelope with my wallet, keys, phone and the tank in it.   I thanked John with a big hug for today and we said our goodbyes.  As I walked out the door John said to me, “I’ll be looking forward to our next time.”  “Yes, Sir.”

It took me about an hour to get home.  I stopped on the way to grab some food as I really hadn’t had anything to eat all day.  I could tell I was going to be sore tomorrow but I chalked it up to a reminder of the day.

When I got home I took the food upstairs thinking I would get online and eat while I was checking email and doing a little surfing.  When I opened email I saw a message from John.  “That was quick,” I thought.

“Hey Dave, it was great having you over today. You make a terrific bondage toy for me to play with and I really enjoy our time together.  You are very open and I appreciate that.  Let me know when you are ready for another session.  Perhaps an over night session may be possible.  Take care and let me know your thoughts.  Best, John.”

Wow, he just invited me for an overnight session.  I guess we really are clicking.  I hit reply on the email and began typing.  “John, thanks for today.  I couldn’t have asked for a better time.   I also want to thank you for your caring approach to the session.  At all times I felt safe and looked after by you, even when you were making sure I was to be uncomfortable and in some pain.  Even at those moments I knew you were taking care of me.  And, yes, another session would be great.  I have a connection with you I haven’t felt with anyone else I’ve met and I think you can take me to places I’ve only fantasized about.  I know fantasy is often not reality.  But it doesn’t mean we can’t try to get close.  I’m open to an overnight session.  Let’s discuss soon.  Thanks again, Dave.”  I hit send and finished eating.

I was definitely feeling the affects of the bondage.  Once I was done eating it didn’t take long to feel the need to head to bed.  I turned off the computer, took the dishes downstairs, and then came back up to get ready for bed.  As I stripped down and climbed into bed, I realized that I never got off today at John’s.  While he kept me horny almost the entire day and played with my cock on and off, not to mention my nipples, he never got me off.  It got me to thinking what an awesome bondage experience I had today and it didn’t involve a climax.  In one way it was kind of cool.  In another way, I was still really horny thinking about it.  Let’s just say I took care of business before my head hit the pillow.

 

The Weekend Session

 

John and I caught up with each other online a couple of days later.  He reiterated his suggestion that we get together for an overnight session.  He even suggested that if I were up for it to make it a short weekend session.  His suggestion was to essentially arrive on Friday night and stay through Sunday late morning.  I told him I needed to think about it and we could chat more about it later in the week.  He was fine with that.  We were both busy this next weekend so it wasn’t like we were under any kind of time table to make it happen.

Honestly, I had a great time with John the past Saturday. I felt safe with him and personally I really, really liked him.  The suggestion for a short weekend stay was amazingly appealing to me.  Yet at the same time, it all felt like this was moving really fast.  I entered into our first meeting with the hope and intention of finding an occasional bondage buddy.  Something felt like it was moving beyond that, and quickly.  I decided to try to slow things down a bit.

I knew I was going to do the weekend.  But I decided I would chat with John more to find out what he had in mind rather than just moving headlong into it.  I also wanted to put it off for at least a couple of weekends and find out if after a break we were both still as in to each other as we seemed.

We continued to chat online off and on for the next couple of weeks.  During that time John revealed that he would like to take the intensity up during my next session and that’s why he suggested the weekend stay.  Staying over a couple of nights would afford him the chance to put me through some intense bondage that would only be possible with the gift of time.  The more he told me the more I got hard as we exchanged messages.  We decided on a weekend coming up and set our plans in motion for me to spend it in his dungeon.

John’s expectations were simple.  I was to arrive Friday night at 7 PM and be prepared to stay through Sunday afternoon at 2 PM.  I would be in the dungeon the entire time, naked and always in some sort of restraints.  Also, there would be no safeword this time.   That sort of scared me but I trusted John so I agreed.

I arrived home from work on that Friday around 5:00.  I showered and ate a small meal.  I would need to be on the road just after six to make it in time.  John instructed me to drive to his place wearing only blue jeans – nothing else.  There was no shirt, no shoes, no underwear – nothing but the jeans.  He wanted me to know he controlled me even before I left my own house.

I arrived at John’s house right on time.  I didn’t know really what to expect.  All he told me was he was going to push me and see what I could handle.  The weekend would be about testing limits.

At his front door there was a note for me.  It said to go around the side of the house and down to the lower level outside.  I would see a door with another note.  This note was pretty straight forward.  “Open the door and step inside.  You will find this room is joined to the dungeon through a door on the other side.  Once inside this room you will remove your jeans, fold them and leave them by the door you just entered.  Once naked enter the dungeon through the opposite door.  Go to the bondage frame.  There you will find restraints prepared for you along with a blindfold and gag.  You’ll know what to do.  Lock yourself in facing the wall.  Once you click on the cuffs you are submitting to me for the weekend.”

I opened the door, stepped inside and closed the door behind me.  The room essentially looked like it was being used for storage, except it was storing his extra dungeon furniture from the look of things.  Apparently he had more gear than fit in the play space when being used.

I quickly removed the jeans, folded them and placed them by the outer door.   My cock was already dripping pre cum.

I walked to the door on the opposite side and opened it.  It did indeed lead into the dungeon.  It was the door next to the spider web of chains.  I closed the door behind me as I walked over to the bondage frame.

John had prepared for me.  From the center of the over head beam was a short chain hanging and a pair of darby style handcuffs attached.  Leather ankle cuffs with short chains were attached to the bottoms of the side beams.  A small padlock was next to each ankle cuff.  On the floor in the center between the ankle cuffs were a ball gag and blindfold.  The intention was for me to be secured in an inverted Y position.

I started by putting on the ball gag.  It was enough to fill my mouth but not too big.  Next I put the blindfold on my head but didn’t pull it over the eyes yet.  It took some doing to get my ankles secured in the cuffs and locked in and then to get up into a standing position, but I managed.  I looked up at the handcuffs dangling above my head.  I pulled the blindfold down over my eyes and then reached up.  It wasn’t that hard to get my wrists cuffed in.  And there I was, gagged, blindfolded and stretched out.

After a few minutes I heard one of the doors open and someone enter.  I felt the chains on each ankle being pulled to get me into a tighter position.  Then hands reached up to my head and tightened the ball gag pulling it deeper into my mouth.  Next I felt fingers massaging my nipples and I started to moan.  “How are you doing, boy?”  It was John’s voice.  “I can tell from your cock you like this.  We’ll see how it likes what’s coming next.”

John stepped away from me.  A few moments later I felt the first blow on my back of the flogger.  It took my by surprise.  It wasn’t a full force hit but it stung and I yelped through the gag.  He continued working different parts of my back at that same intensity for a couple of minutes.  Each time I let out a yelp but as the strokes progressed I found I was able to handle them better.  My breathing though became shallow.  After about 15 hits, John stopped.  He came over to me.

“We’re not even close to done yet.  You’re going to take a lot more strokes and a lot more intensity before we’re finished with this.  You can handle it.  Continue to work through it as you are.  I can tell you were able to acclimate after the first few strokes.”  He took his hands and rubbed them over my back.

The strokes started again and he did increase the intensity.  I handled the first few OK but then couldn’t hold back any more and started to scream through the gag.  It hurt like hell.  John took more time between each stroke at that point but he still hit me just as hard.  It was like he was letting me recover between each stroke.  I started to whimper from the gag.  John stopped.

The ball gag was taken off and John moved around in front of me.  He took my head in his hands.  “You’re doing well, boy.  But I want to see how much more you can take.”

I answered, “Please, Sir, no more.”

“Do you trust me, boy?”

“Yes, Sir,” I responded.

“All right then,” John started.  “Think back to our first conversation.  You told me it was your wish to try things that would really test you and ultimately break you.  This flogging is your first test of the weekend and my intent is to break you with it.  But you aren’t even close yet. You can take a lot more and you will.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” I whimpered.  John took the blindfold off.

He was shirtless wearing bdu’s and boots.  He looked so hot!

“Look into my eyes.”  I raised my head so we could lock eyes with one another.  “Good boy.  Remember, I will never harm you.  You are safe.  But remember, also, I said there would be times when I would hurt you to take you where you want to go.  Trust me and I’ll take you there.”

“Yes, Sir.  Thank you, Sir.”

“We’re going to start again but this time no gag and no blindfold.  If you need to scream then scream.  No one can hear you in here so do what you need to do.  However, you will need to buck up.  Only when I can deliver 10 in a row without a whimper from you will I stop.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” I said with tears welling up in my eyes.

He took his fingers wiped away the tears and then pulled me in and kissed me.  He looked at me and said, “Deep down you need this, don’t you?”

I didn’t answer right away.  I actually took a few moments to think about it before I looked him in the eye and said, “Yes, Sir.  Thank you, Sir.”

John started up again.  I never did keep count.  But it didn’t take long for him to have me screaming and begging for him to stop.  At some point my begging became tears but the strokes didn’t stop.  Eventually my body must have become immune to what was happening.  I found myself hanging by my wrists and listening to the sound of the flogger as it flew through the air before it landed on my back.  But nothing came out of me.  And then there was silence.

John came in front of me, looked me in the eyes and then started passionately kissing me.   It was amazing.  When he stopped, he kneeled down and unclipped the ankle cuffs from the frame.  He helped me to stand upright.  Next he released my wrists from the cuffs overhead and they fell down in front of me.  He told me to kneel.

Behind me he reached around and pulled my left wrist to my back, placed a leather cuff on it and locked it closed.  He repeated with the right cuff and then locked my wrists behind me.  He brought a chair over and sat down in front of me.

“I’ll be honest with you.  The flogging you experienced on the bondage frame is the intensity of what you will experience most of this weekend if you stay.  Now that you understand what that truly means, I want you to have time to consider whether you want to continue.  Do not answer now.  You have one hour to think about it.  At the end of the hour you will make your decision.  Stand up.”  I stood up and John reached around and put the ball gag back in my mouth.  He guided me back over to the bondage frame having me lean my back against one of the uprights and kneel.  He undid the lock on my wrists and pulled the wrists around the upright and secured them again.  Then he padlocked my ankles together.

John walked over to the corner and came back with some sort of black bag in his hand.  He looked at me and said, “One hour to decide.”  Then he took the bag and put it over my head plunging me into darkness.  I heard him leave the dungeon and there I was alone to think about his offer.

The hour must have gone by quickly because I heard John come back into the dungeon.  I felt the lock holding my ankles together being unlocked.  I stayed on my knees.  After a few more moments he removed the black bag from my head.  He was sitting in front of me on a stool.  He had removed the boots he was wearing earlier and was barefoot and still shirtless.

“We’re going to find out what your decision is and just how far you’ve decided you are willing to go.”  John scooted the stool closer to me and unbuttoned the bdu’s he was wearing.  He took out his cock and displayed it in front of me.  “I’m going to remove the gag.  You will not speak.  If you’ve decided to quit, stand up as you are able since your wrists are still cuffed behind you.  If you’ve decided to continue, you know what I expect of you.  Don’t you?”  He said the last part looking at my eyes and then down to his cock.  He had never suggested before that I would have to service him.  But somehow I knew I wanted to.  John reached around and removed the gag.

I looked at him and then leaned forward.  John stood up so his cock was at the same level as my mouth.  I opened up and took it in slowly.  He reached down and stroked my hair while saying, “Good boy.  You’re mine now.”  I continued sucking on him for a couple of minutes.  John was groaning in pleasure.  He pulled out of me.  “Stand up.”  I struggled to get up on my feet with my wrists still cuffed around the post.  John helped me up and then kissed me.  I knew I wanted to be his bondage toy more than anything else.  He was taking me some place I needed to go.

John looked into my eyes and said, “I’m glad you decided to stay.  I promise you won’t be harmed, but you will hurt a lot.”

I looked back at him and said, “Yes, Sir.  Thank you, Sir.”

He took his hands and rubbed them through my hair.  I sort of let my head fall forward and it landed in his chest as he pulled closer to me.  It felt good to have John hold me for those few moments.  As he continued to play with my hair he whispered, “Time for your next torment.”

He pulled away from me and went over to the far side of the room.  There was a flat gym bench that was sitting over there and he picked it up and placed it between the two posts where I was at.   Out of his pocket he took out a parachute stretcher and placed it around my balls.  Next, reaching around behind the post, he unlocked the padlock keeping my wrists together just long enough to pull my arms from around the post and padlock them together again behind my back.  He moved me towards the bench and had me sit down straddling it.

John left me again for a few moments and I heard him over in the corner.  When he came back he had several loops of rope and a few other items.  He took the gag from earlier and re-inserted into my mouth.  The hood went on next.  I felt a rope being tied to the padlock at my wrists and before I knew it my wrists were being pulled up behind me in the air.  I started to lean forward and heard, “Keep you back straight and your arms parallel to the bench.”

I complied.

The ankles were next as they were pulled up off the floor so I was essentially floating on the bench.  Some sort of nipple clamps were applied and I could feel a rope attached to the chain being pulled away from me.  Before I knew it the other end of the rope must have been tied off to the parachute stretcher.  The pull on the balls was in direct proportion to the pull on my nipples.  This was going to be hard.

John said, “Do you understand what is happening to you right now?  Nod your head if you do.”

I nodded my head yes.

“Very well.  This is your next torment.  You will be like this for a while.  Good luck, boy.  I’ll be watching but don’t think you’re getting out any time soon.”  I heard John step away but I never heard the door to the dungeon so I assumed he was still in the space.

This position was difficult.  Any time my arms became tired and I started to lean forward to take some pressure off, my body wanted to pull back on the bench causing the balls to pull on the rope that was connected to my nipples.  My breathing pattern became slow and steady.  It was the only thing I could concentrate on.  To say my shoulders started to ache after a while would be an understatement.

I had no idea how long I had been there when I felt his presence beside me and the hood was pulled off.  It took a moment for my eyes to adjust and John was there standing by me looking at me.  His expression was stoic.  No smile.  No reaction.  He was just looking at me eye to eye.  He took his right hand and ran it through my hair.  It made me feel somewhat safe even though I was hating life at that particular moment.  He removed the gag.

“It’s tough isn’t it, boy?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I want you to make me proud.  I have no intention of releasing you yet.  I know you are in pain but you need to continue to work through it.  Understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” I replied.

“Good.  You should know you are barely halfway through the time I want to keep you like this.  This will be a test for you.”  After he said that he leaned in and kissed me lightly on the lips.  “Make me proud.”  He took the gag and put it back in and then the hood plunged me back into darkness.

The arms, the shoulders, the quads, the nipples were all in intense pain after a while.  I started to moan and groan into the gag hoping to get some relief.  But there was no sound of movement and no relief.  I started to whimper.  My head told me I was an idiot for allowing myself to be put in this position.  How could I want something like this?  At the same time, my cock was rock hard on the bench.  I told myself you want it because you have to know if you can take it.  I got control of myself and once again concentrated on my breathing.

A short time passed and again I felt his presence next to me.  The hood came off and this time after my eyes adjusted I saw his smile.  “You made me proud boy.”  I tried to smile back through the gag and nod my head yes at him.  I saw him reach down and untie the rope from the parachute stretcher and it lessened the pressure on my nipples.  He sat down on the bench in front of me and placed his hands on the nipples clamps.  With his eyes I could tell he was asking if he should take them off and I nodded yes that I was ready.  I knew what was coming.  As they came off the blood rushed in and I let out a scream through the gag.  The pain was intense.  My breathing became short and rapid.  John immediately got up, loosened the rope that was keeping my ankles off the floor and they were able to drop down.  Next the rope holding my arms up behind me was let loose and they came crashing down behind me.  The blood rushing back into my shoulders produced the same painful intensity my nipples had just gone through and again I let out a scream through the gag.  And again my breathing shortened up and became rapid.

John again sat down on the bench in front of me and pulled closer.  He wrapped his arms around my body and pulled us together.  “It’s OK,” I heard him say as he held me.  “Go ahead, let it out.  I’m here and I’ve got you.”

With that I started to whimper through the gag.

He continued to hold me tight.

When I had calmed down, he pulled back to in front of me and our eyes locked.  He reached around and removed the gag and immediately leaned in and kissed me.

I kissed him back.  “Thank you, Sir,” is what came out of me as we continued to enjoy each other.

“No, thank you.  You met my expectations.  I could tell the stages you were going through.  When you started to whimper I wanted to release you.  But I had to find out if you could gain control of yourself again.  And you did.  You were fighting through it and won.  You understand, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” I replied.  “I do understand.  I’m fighting myself to see what I can handle and to push through.  Thank you, Sir, for the opportunity.”

John looked at me and said, “Trust me, it’s my pleasure.  You’ll have more opportunities to push through this weekend.  It’s just starting.  And that was just two hours.”  I thought to myself that was a long two hours.  But it was only two hours.  There’s a lot of hours left in this weekend.

John looked at me and said, “I think that’s enough for tonight.  We both need some rest.”  And with that, he had me stand up and walk towards the cage.  Lying on the floor was a set of heavy five way chains.  “Can I trust you not to JO tonight,” he said to me.

“Yes, Sir, I promise I won’t play with myself.”

“Good, boy.”  He removed the leather cuffs I was wearing and put the shackles on me.  They were heavy.  The steel collar and chain leading to the wrist and ankle shackles let me know who I belonged to.  He opened the cage door.  Instinctively I got down on my knees and put my head into his crouch.

“Yes, boy?”  It was more a question than a statement.

I looked up at him and said, “Thank you, Sir.  The boy would like to show his appreciation.”  Did that really come out of my mouth, I thought to myself.  But it did.

John looked down and opened up the crouch on his bdu’s and out came his cock.  I took it and began to perform.  It was all I could do to show my appreciation to this man that was taking me on an incredible journey.  After a few minutes of his moaning and groaning I could feel the change in his shaft.  He pulled out of me and spewed all over my chest.  When he was done he looked down at me and said, “Good boy.  Time for bed now.”

I crawled into the cage and he padlocked the door shut.  The cum was still wet on my chest.  I curled up and looked up at him as he looked back at me smiling.  He walked away, got to the door of the dungeon and hit the light switch plunging me into darkness.  The door opened and out he went as I drifted off to sleep.

I’m not sure how long I slept but it was a good sleep.  Even though I was heavily chained I felt amazingly rested when I woke up.  The dungeon was still pitch black and I could hardly make out anything once my eyes fully adjusted from waking up.  I managed to move around in the cage and decided to lean against the back side opposite the door with my legs as stretched out in front of me as they could go.  I kept them apart so I was essentially presenting myself.  I was just waiting for him to return.

After a while the dungeon door opened and in walked John.  He was carrying two dog bowls which he placed just outside the cage.  He was once again wearing his bdu’s but nothing else being shirtless and barefoot.

He leaned down to the front of the cage and said, “Good morning, boy.  Sleep well?”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir,” I responded.

He took keys out of his pocket and unlocked the padlock on the cage and opened it.  “Time for breakfast, boy.”

I crawled out and went to the dog bowls staying on all fours.  As I moved the weight of the chains was definitely felt and they clanged as I crawled along.  In the bowls was oatmeal and water.  I knew better than to use my hands and put my head down into the oatmeal and ate as best I could.  John was stroking my hair as I ate.  I managed not to get too much oatmeal on my face, but it didn’t matter once I got to the water as it sort of washed off as I tried to lap up what I could.

When I had finished everything I got on my knees.

John looked at me and asked, “Enough, boy?”

“Yes, sir, thank you, sir.”

“Stay put and I’ll be right back.”  John picked up the oatmeal bowl and left the dungeon.  He returned after a few minutes, picked up the water bowl and placed it inside the cage.

“Get up boy.  Time to get you cleaned up before we start the day.”  With that he helped me stand up and walked me to the bathroom door.  Like the dungeon space, it was pretty much done in black with a little gray here and there.  Inside there was a toilet, wash basin and stand up shower.  John released me from the shackles so I was essentially free.  He dropped the shackles on the floor inside the main dungeon.

“You have 15 minutes to do your business and take a shower.  I’ll be back once the time is up whether you’re done or not.  Do not play with yourself, boy.  Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” I replied.

He left me alone in the bathroom and I took care of what I needed to do.  The warm water in the shower felt good but I didn’t take too long knowing I was being timed.  I finished up, toweled off and stood in the center of the space, hands behind my back, feet slightly spread and my head bowed waiting for his return.

When John returned he said, “All right boy, go stand in the dungeon by the black box standing just as you are.”

“Yes, sir,” I responded and complied.

The black box was about three feet cubed.  It was solid looking from the outside and had hasps all around to keep the top securely closed.

John came behind me and started to put leather wrist and ankle cuffs on me.  Each of them was padlocked on and then my wrists were padlocked together behind me.  He then took a parachute stretcher and put it around my balls.  Going to the box he unlatched the hasps and pulled the top open.  The inside was painted black as the outside.  There were attachment points at various places around the edges and in the dead center of the floor.

“Step inside,” he said to me.  John held my arm as I stepped over the edge and inside.  “Kneel,” was the next command, which I obeyed.  He reached in and locked my ankle restraints to corner bolts inside the box.  Next he grabbed a hood with a mouth hole and put it on me.  I was in complete darkness.  I felt a collar being put around my neck.

“OK boy it’s time for your next torment.  You said you wanted to experience bondage that caused discomfort all the way up to pain just from the position you would be forced to endure.  I suggest you enjoy this.  In just a moment I will force you to bend over tightly into the box.  You will remain in this compression position for several hours with no break.  I will check on you from time to time but you will not receive any relief until I decide you have endured enough.  If you beg, whine or otherwise ask for adjustment I will make it worse.  Any questions?”

“Yes, sir.  What if I have to go to the bathroom, sir?”

John looked at me, smiled and said, “Then you go.  If you have to piss, then piss.  If you have to shit, then shit.  You’re not getting out until I decide you’ve had enough.  It will be several hours, so you’d better figure out how you are going to cope.”

And with that, I felt a tug on the parachute stretcher.  He pulled me down until he was able to connect the stretcher to the bolt in the bottom center of the box effectively keeping me down.  Next I felt a piece of chain being attached to the collar.  “Bend over, boy,” he barked and I bent forward.  He pulled me down into the box and I heard a click.  When I tried to pull my head up I could feel the tug of the chain to the floor.  Here I was with ankles connected to the back corners of the box, balls pulled down in the center preventing me from rising up, and my head pulled down forward causing me to completely compress my body.

“Good luck, boy.  You’re going to need it,” I heard John say just before he closed the lid on me.  I heard the hasps being used to secure the lid locked.  It wasn’t long before I realized how tough this position was going to be.  Was John serious about keeping me in here for hours?  I decided he was probably was serious and I was screwed.

I have no idea how long I’d been in the box when the lid opened.  All I knew was how much my back and shoulders ached and that it sucked kneeling in my own piss not being able to hold it long ago and just letting it go.  The smell of urine filled the box.

I could feel his presence over me.  “Well, I see and smell that you had to go.  Too bad for you.  I bet this is tougher than you thought.”

“Yes, Sir,” I answered in a low voice, and then continued, “Permission to speak, Sir?”

“No. You’re in there to see what you can take and stay there you will until I decide you are done.  I don’t care what you have to say at this point,” he answered with absolute authority in his voice.  I heard the lid close and the locks engaged again.

After what I have to think was a couple of more hours I couldn’t take it any more.  The pain and stress were getting to me.  I could feel a panic attack coming on.  I started to throw my body against the sides of the box.  I yelled out for him but there was no response.  It was more than I could take and I started to cry and then yell some more.  My emotions were taking over.  Still, though, there was no response from outside the box.

I’m not sure when or how but I heard quiet.  I realized I wasn’t crying any more but was just coping again with the situation.  The urine smell was now a part of me and the constant pain in my shoulders, back and arms was going to kill me I thought.

I heard the sound of locks being opened and the whoosh of air when the lid was lifted.  I felt his hand in front of my face and the tension on my neck being released.  “Slowly lift your head,” was the command.  I tried to pull up but the pain in my back as I tried to kneel upright was amazing.  It took me a few moments to get upright.  Soon after the parachute stretcher was removed and my ankles were unlocked from the corners.

“When you are ready, stand up and I will help you,” he said.  I did the best I could and felt his hands under my arms helping to lift me up.  I was finally standing still in the box when he removed the hood.  The room was barely lit so my eyes didn’t have too bad a time adjusting.  I looked into his eyes and the emotions suddenly came back and I started crying again uncontrollably.  He pulled me towards him and held my head tight against his chest.  He whispered in my ear, “It’s all right, boy.  You survived.  You did well.”

I started to mumble through the tears, “I’m sorry, Sir.  I can’t do this. I can’t take any more. This isn’t for me. I’m so sorry.”

He let me finish and get control of myself.  John then helped me to step out of the box wrists still cuffed behind me.  He guided me a few steps away and had me sit kneel on the floor.  He pulled a chair over and sat in front of me.  He took his hands and ran them through my hair trying to comfort me.

I looked up at him and asked, “How long was I in there?”

“Six hours,” he answered.

“Sir, why did you leave me in there so long?  I lost it and couldn’t take any more.  I was hitting the side of the box and crying out but you weren’t there to help me. How could you leave me alone?  I trusted you.”

“Yes, boy you did trust me, and you still will trust me.  I never left you alone.  I was here the entire time and I know what was happening in there.  Others have reacted the same way, including me once.  You were safe.”

I looked at him square in the eyes and said, “Sir, I can’t do this.  Please let me go.”

He looked back at me.  “No.  No chance.  You wanted this.  You need this and you will go through with it.  You wanted to be broken.  You wanted to be put in a situation that would take you to this place.  You trusted me.  And I won’t break that trust by breaking our agreement.  If I let you go you will always wonder whether you could have kept going through this weekend.  You will always want to try again.  I’m not letting you out of our agreement.  You are safe.  You can trust me.  Look at you now.  Are you safe?”

“Yes, Sir.  But the pain I was in and the break down I had. I don’t know if I can handle this any more.”  I put my head down into my chest as I said this as much disappointed in myself for being a wimp as I thought he was disappointed in me, most likely.  “I’m sorry I didn’t meet your standards, Sir.”

“Look at me,” he commanded with his tone of voice changing.  “Don’t ever say anything like that again.  You are doing very well.  Do you really think anyone could do six hours in that box like that without going through some of what you went through?  Really?  Are you that dumb, boy?  You had to experience what you went through.  It’s part of who you are and who you want to be.  I’m giving you what you asked for and you are taking it.  Buck up and be proud that you came out the other side.  And no more talk of ending early.  You are here for the rest of the weekend.  I own you until we’re done.  I will continue to subject you to tortures.  And you will continue to take it and survive.  And you will ask for more when we are done.  I know you and others like you.  You need this,” he said emphasizing “need” when he said it.

Deep down I knew he was right.  He was feeding a need only he could with his experience and his equipment.

“Thank you, Sir. You are right.  I promise I will get through this.  I’m sorry, Sir,” I said.

“The next time you say, ‘I’m sorry,’ you will be,” he answered.  “Look at me.  I am here to help you.  That sounds strange, but it’s the truth.  You wanted a specific journey in your life and I’m taking you there.  Let me do that for you.  Trust me.”

“Yes, Sir.  Thank you, Sir.”

With that he suggested some time for me to rest, as well as him.  He led me to the bathroom and removed all the cuffs.  I was able to take a quick shower and get rid of the urine smell.  He put me back in heavy chains and took me to the cage.  I crawled in and was locked in.  I curled up and realized I had a lot to think about.  It wasn’t long before I was sound asleep.

 

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