Plumbed In

Piss Slave Ready To Serve As Human Urinal

Al opened his blurry eyes feeling groggy and heavy, lifting a meaty, inked arm as much as scratch his in a while cropped head within the dimly lit room.

“Fuck.” He whispered underneath his breath as he discovered simply how a lot his head was once throbbing. He was once rock laborious as he all the time was once within the however rattling that headache. His mouth was once as dry as sand too and his jaw was once aching.
His female friend had informed him to move for an evening out with the lads after running each day for a month, being a self hired plumber supposed simply taking the entire hours he may just get. He didn’t thoughts, it were given him a really perfect salary, fueling his tattoo dependancy and affording him a very popular feminine PT on the fitness center who had whipped him into form. Certain it was once fascinated about vainness however he appreciated the eye, when he may just take a weekend off with the lads he cherished to rip up the city and birthday celebration, his female friend was once as a lot of a flirt as he was once so he may just even escape with chatting up the skill and having a dance with out entering bother. She’d simply left on per week lengthy chicken do along with her best possible pals to Ibiza so he knew complete smartly she’d be off and flaunting herself at the seashores. They each knew they have been sizzling and cheeky and cherished it.

Al swung for the sunshine at the stand subsequent to him most effective to smack the wall. The non-existent lamp informed him he wasn’t in his personal mattress, once more. He temporarily rolled over to test he hadn’t long gone again with some woman, however his hand met the wall once more, he was once in somewhat unmarried bunk. Sighing with reduction he swung his muscular legs over the aspect of the mattress and rubbed his eyes. Focusing within the gloom, he spotted the room was once tiny, possibly simply thrice the dimensions of the bunk, there was once not anything else within the room, only a small frosted window and a steel door with a hatch at eye stage and any other at the ground.
“A hatch?” He concept to himself “What the fuck have you ever carried out?”

He discovered he was once in a mobile!

Nonetheless dazed, he stumbled to the door the adrenaline starting to sober him up temporarily. He couldn’t bear in mind what had came about. He reached right down to scratch his nonetheless stiff dick to be met via a heat, pliable subject material. He was once dressed in rubber shorts with a unmarried yellow stripe down the entrance! Having a look down previous those unknown shorts he spotted the and yellow socks, like common military however shifting his toes they too felt rubbery.

He set free a worried chuckle. This needed to had been his buddies’ doing. They’ll have had too many beers and photographs and definitely he’s have misplaced some sport of pool or a dare and been hazed. They have been all the time seeking to out humiliate every different. Bastards.
He banged at the door and referred to as out however couldn’t listen any factor however some far-off rumbling, possibly some song.
He stood there for a minute seeking to recall the rest.

He and the lads have been on the native dive bar, beer flowing, a jukebox within the nook with some rock and oldschool hip-hop. You all the time had bikers swinging via, and muscled, inked lads taking part in playing cards, darts, pool and all that. It was once most commonly males or their trophy ladies to present some excellent good fortune on their five-card stud. In spite of its tough glance, it was once only a no nonsense, pleasant pub. The one bother you’d get is when a bunch of pals were given into consuming video games however that was once it. However Al couldn’t suppose what had came about, he simply imagined it as every other night time. Poker, beer, one of the most more recent locals Brent and he had presented him a tablet…

He referred to as out once more and banged the door tougher.

“Good day can somebody let me know what’s happening? I’m loss of life of thirst right here!”

.The sound of footsteps were given nearer and stopped outdoor. The hatch at the ground opened and a pitcher of water was once driven inside of.

“Excuse me officer,” shouted Al “Thanks, however can I talk to somebody?” however the toes have been already strolling away.

He grabbed the pint glass and went to sip it. The glass was once heat however he was once thirsty. He for sure wasn’t going to bitch about some lukewarm water at the moment.

As he started to down the drink it for sure wasn’t the most up to date water, tasted a little funky however the rush of the drink quenching his thirst made him gasp. He spotted his different hand grasp his nonetheless laborious bulge in the course of the rubber shorts. Rattling, he was once thankful for that. His thirst wasn’t quenched but it surely was once a get started.

He sat down seeking to rack his mind for any main points. He vaguely remembered doing a shot or two and chatting to Brent after he’d became down the tablet. That’s it, he’d simply been studying about every different, as they have been extra simply pals of pals, Al speaking about his plumbing, Brett joking, announcing was once it like some unhealthy porn. Then the photographs had kicked in speedy. Brett presented him the tablet once more, however he mentioned no. Al didn’t in reality ever take the rest, however one of the vital lads did within the bar only for amusing, simply E every now and then. However that’s all he may just in reality bear in mind for now.

The nice and cozy water had long gone via him speedy, and as he concept it about how a lot he wanted a piss, he discovered he middle beat was once in reality thumping and his dick felt love it was once swelling. Rattling, had he in fact taken the tablet in a drunken state? Used to be he having a prime and feeling became on in a police mobile? Rattling he didn’t in reality care at the moment, he roughly felt excellent, he spotted how snugly the shorts have compatibility and sat slightly under his abs. His cock appeared large in them, like some form of city, punk gladiator. Rattling he in reality had to piss despite the fact that and having a look round he noticed there was once no pan in any respect.

“What sort of a silly police station doesn’t have a rest room?”

He appeared down and simply determined to piss within the pint glass so he didn’t make a puddle.

He lay backtrack at the mattress and the sentiments have been expanding, the shorts felt like they have been sliding and sucking all over the place his dick and balls, they felt so excellent. His hand naturally started to rub over the rubber bulge. Rattling he didn’t know what he’d were given himself up for however he couldn’t even suppose at the moment. He started to pull tougher and tougher, his pulse dashing up, he was once on the subject of cumming. Abruptly the face stage hatch opened at the door with a bang. Al jumped up cursing underneath his breath seeking to muster all of his sense and make his laborious on pass down. A couple of eyes simply glared at him up and down.
“There’s any other drink down there for you.” Gestured the stranger along with his eyes.

Al appeared down to peer the decrease hatch opened with a pint glass there once more.
“Thanks officer, am I in a position to talk to somebody now?”
“Drink up,” got here the answer.
His thirst was once again however his pulse was once nonetheless going. He had to glance as sober as imaginable if he was once about to peer a policeman so he grabbed the pint glass. Once he touched it he spotted the warmth, this water smelt even funkier than the final lot. His eye darted to the ground, his pint wasn’t there that he’d used ahead of.

“Sorry officer I don’t suppose this…”
“Are you going to start out inflicting a fuss already?” bring to an end the face within the hatch.
“Down that now or I’ll come again in 5 hours and spot how sober you’re then.”
Al in a pretty panic simply downed the glass and because the yellow fluid crammed his mouth his fears have been showed, it wasn’t a brand new drink however his personal piss from ahead of. However oddly, in his adrenaline crammed state he didn’t spit it out, he knew if he spat it out by accident over the fellows face he’d be screwed so he simply took it like a person.

“Thanks.” gasped Al, wiping the piss his mouth along with his tattooed wrist noticing the blurred stamp of an evening membership. In seconds he felt any other sizzling rush, as though the depth of the instant has spiked his horniness. He didn’t even notice he’d grabbed his rubbered balls.

“Oh fuck.” he whimpered with utter embarrassment, realizing we was once simply at the fringe of capturing his load.

“Fucking pervert” spat the voice at the back of the door because the hatch slammed close and the bolts of the door swung open revealing an similarly muscular policeman wearing a complete black uniform made solely of black rubber, from his boots identical to those Al was once dressed in, up previous his rubber combats and software belt previous a rubber stab vest and tight black quick rubber blouse to his flat police hat made from rubber too.

The surprise made Al stumble backwards.

“What the hell is occurring?” he shouted, surges of horniness, humiliation, and anger all clashing into one complicated head-trip.
With out announcing a phrase the cop was once already spinning Al spherical and had his hands cuffed at the back of his again ahead of he knew what hit him.

“We don’t need you cumming now will we pig?” smirked the officer via his darkish purple beard.
“Please” begged Al “I do not know what I’m in for or what I’ve carried out”.

“Ah all of them say that” laughed the policeman “I see how laborious you’re in the ones shorts, consuming your individual piss. You signed up for this so that you’re going to peer it via. Everybody panics once they know it’s in reality taking place however I love it once they be apologetic about it the entire extra.”

Al have been dragged via what he now noticed was once a pretend police station, grimy tough concrete partitions and rusty bars and girders all over the place. Possibly it have been an actual station as soon as, however this fucking bastard and his pals have been right here now. He was once cuffed to the chair in an interview room sat reverse two officials of their silly rubber uniforms.

“So now then, let’s get a couple of issues directly” began a brand new impostor sat subsequent to the man that dragged him from the mobile. He wasn’t as muscular as Al however had a wonderfully groomed, black beard appearing underneath his hat and a powerful, sq. jawline.
“I’m now not going to cooperate” spat Al “That is unlawful; you’ll’t stay me right here or impersonate cops on your kinky faggot costumes!”

“Haha!” laughed the purple bearded one “Wealthy, coming from the boy that was once introduced in his little go-go shorts and boots. Unfortunately you’ll be surprised to determine we’re now not impersonating in any respect.”

He grabbed a warrant badge from his rubber stab vest pocket.

Al’s middle sank, it appeared authentic sufficient, however in his at a loss for words state, blood nonetheless pumping spherical his cock, it simply pissed off him the entire extra.

This doesn’t make any sense, why are you dressed like that then should you’re actual, and why am I right here?” mumbled Al.

“Smartly pig, there’s 11,000 officials at the power within the metropolitan house, speculating two thirds are males, and one in 4 of them is homosexual, then possibly a 5th of them are a little adventurous, then you definately’ve were given a excellent few officials with a perverted aspect, so let’s simply say we love to have a little of amusing ourselves. I spend maximum of my time coping with drunks and scum and it’s now not all as heroic and glamorous as I imagined once I first signed up. We’re noticed because the unhealthy buys no matter we accomplish that a couple of people concept, with the ability we hang and the information of the regulation we’ve got, fuck it, why now not have a little of amusing ourselves? Get one thing again.”
“You’re fucking twisted, I’ll kill you you c**t!” growled Al.

“Now now, we nonetheless have the regulation on our aspect, don’t be insulting a police officer!” barked the darkish cop.
Al didn’t know what to make of it, and with out realizing how he’d come to be right here, he didn’t need to make issues worse so simply began on the pair for some time. Rattling he was once thirsty, and now was once now not the time to really feel attractive both, fuck.

“Earlier than we begin I might identical to to be transparent, are you on medication sir?” persevered the ginger officer.
“NO!” shouted Al defensively pulling towards the cuffs. He did really feel humorous, and this thirst and irrelevant horniness made no sense however he couldn’t bear in mind if he’d taken what Brent had presented or now not. However he didn’t need to have drug fees on his document.
“Are you fairly positive sir? I should remind you the rest you do say is also used towards you. You might be being recorded.
“No,” trembled Al “I by no means take medication!”
“By no means?” requested the darkish officer “So the entirety you assert is the entire reality and mentioned with complete sense of right and wrong?”
“Sure.” mentioned Al matter-of-factly.
“Superb. Then you’re going to now not deny any of this then,” spoke back the darkish officer leaning over to press play on a computer at the aspect of the desk.

A video popped up of a few CCTV photos. It was once obviously of Al and Brent in some form of stone walled room. Al was once being overly on the subject of Brent feeling him up towards a wall.
“I don’t suppose you’re considering obviously” laughed Brent.
“Yeah I’m, I’m simply fucking attractive.” Al spoke back.
“What is going to your female friend suppose?” spoke back Brent smirking.“I don’t care, I wanna check out it; you made it sound so sizzling.”

They each shifted at the wall turning extra in opposition to the digital camera. Brent’s chest was once in view, his blouse was once open and beneath was once a rubber vest. Al unbuckled Brent’s trousers to peer rubber shorts poking out in the course of the fly. Al grabbed it, laborious. The sound of rubber squeaking crammed the air.

Brent moaned. “You want to get yours on too.” He pointed on the rucksack beside them. Al set free a pissed off attractive growl and dived over to the bag. Throwing his cotton off he discovered the rubber shorts rubber boots and yellow socks he was once nonetheless dressed in. He began pulling all of it on more or less.

“Adequate,” carried on Brent, checking round, virtually having a look like he sought after to be in view of the CCTV “so after we get to this position the safety is lovely tight, they’re gonna ask should you’ve taken the rest. You haven’t have you ever?” Al was once too busy sliding the rubber up his legs at the ground and was once simply nodding alongside.

“Al! I want to listen you assert it out loud, you haven’t have you ever?” pressed Brent.

“No no, no matter you assert.” He brushed aside. Al may just inform gazing the video that he was once mendacity, he knew his personal voice, however he’d simply mentioned it on digital camera.

“Just right,” laughed Brent “as a result of numerous guys need to again out after they get there, even supposing you’ll have essentially the most excitement you’ve ever felt. So if you signal the disclaimer it’s important to undergo with it no matter, till you . And it’ll be the most productive orgasm ever.”

“Fuck yeah” spoke back the obviously hazed Al within the video as he laced up the boots “no matter, I simply want extra of it”.

Al jumped up and driven Brent towards the wall and started to kiss him deeply, the rubber pulling towards every different, their rubber crotches squeaking and snapping.

Al appeared up from the computer to the 2 officials, each having a look aroused,

“What the fuck is that this?” puzzled Al “That is obviously now not me speaking in that video, what’s Brent speaking about? What did I need to check out, why did I need extra of?”

“Vintage Brent” laughed the purple haired officer “He all the time selections the curious directly boys that then attempt to get out of it. You’ve mentioned on tape you’ve now not taken the rest and also you’re of sound thoughts and right here we even have transparent video photos of you agreeing to it too.

“Agreeing to what!?” Al screamed pulling towards the cuffs.

The darkish haired officer driven a work of paper in opposition to him along with his unmistakable signature on the backside underneath the paragraphs of textual content.

“This established order you’re in is an underground and really profitable fetish membership. Brent introduced you in to us, you have been begging to enjoy the most productive sexual prime you’d ever felt, you have been like an insatiable animal. In fact legally and on paper we couldn’t induct a brand new member who wasn’t declaring his true emotions, so this disclaimer you signed, the CCTV and voice clip of you announcing you by no means take medication is the entire proof we want.

“I used to be obviously drugged! I’m now not homosexual” spat Al “I don’t bear in mind any of this!”

“Smartly that’s too past due now, and I’m now not recording any further” chuckled the darkish officer revealing the Dictaphone hidden via his arms.

“You’re tricked me!” shouted Al.

“No longer in line with your individual statements,” mentioned the ginger officer evenly “The proof is obviously towards you, you’ve mentioned you’re fascinated about it. Until in fact you’re announcing you have got been taking unlawful components, have pressured your self on a person on CCTV, have cheated for your female friend and feature been mendacity to and insulted officials of the regulation?”

That they had him. Fuck he was once thirsty. And that rattling boner wasn’t happening. He didn’t know what to do; the entirety was once nonetheless hazy. He’d mentioned at the video it’d be over when he got here. Possibly he’d gotten himself into this dilemma and he simply needed to get it over with as speedy as imaginable.

After a minute of considering and licking his lips, Al hung his head.

“What do I’ve to do?”

The purple officer’s eyes narrowed evilly.

“Just right boy. I will see you’re thirsty, let’s kind that and we’ll let you know what you signed up for.”

The cop pressed a buzzer. A 3rd officer got here into the room, dressed the similar in a complete, black rubber uniform, have been all of them this constructed? He carried a pint glass over, appearing off his tribal tattoo overlaying his bicep and maintaining it a couple of inches from Al’s mouth. Al stared him sq. within the eyes, he was once smiling; the in poor health bastard was once playing this. He sought after to stay what little dignity he had so simply leaned ahead to take it.

“Let’s simply get this carried out and over with” he concept to himself “this should be unlawful, it’s entrapment, do what they are saying, play alongside and we’ll screw them all over the place when that is all taken care of.”

He leaned ahead, suffering towards {the handcuffs}, the officer pulled it away a couple of extra inches.

“Rattling, he in reality does need it doesn’t he?” laughed the officer having a look on the different two.

“Get on with it guy,” mentioned the darkish one to the tattooed one “I need to get him out of right here.”

The ones phrases crammed Al with a unexpected reduction no less than they sought after him out of right here too. Because the pint glass was once slowly tipped he wasn’t shocked to seek out the water was once heat too, this tasted much more funky that the primary pint he’d had or even that terrible 2d pint of his personal piss he’d drank. It was once most effective as he gulped the second one that it was once simply the similar as his personal piss, or even that first pint he’d had. Fuck, that first pint and this have been ALL piss! This was once the most powerful of the lot, it had some metal style, he didn’t be expecting piss to have tasted like this in any respect. He spluttered for a second because the police officers laughed. He closed his eyes and informed himself it was once only a “grimy pint” as the men on the bar did on birthdays, they’d all throw a couple of quid in and make a hideous cocktail that needed to be downed in a single pass that ceaselessly led to guys chundering all over the place. It was once simple to consider the extra he interested by it; there have been lads giggling and he was once consuming a pint he didn’t need whilst feeling groggy, that wasn’t too dissimilar. With every gulp he even discovered that in comparison to a vomit inducing pints of sour, baileys, vodka, whiskey and gin, this was once in fact simple!

“It’s simply heat, salty water, that’s all it’s.” He repeated in his thoughts and with one final tip of the pint glass from the officer it was once all long gone. Imagining his buddies all cheering and chanting he opened his eyes with a smile, forgetting the place he was once for a 2d.

“He likes the robust ones then” mentioned the inked policeman “he quickly got here spherical.”

It most effective took seconds for it to hit, and no quicker had Al discovered there should had been one thing within the piss that it felt like he was once floating, gazing via his personal eyes from afar. An amazing surge of insatiable horniness flushed over him and his already laborious cock felt love it was once going to rip in the course of the now sweaty rubber shorts. He slightly remembered someplace in his cloudy thoughts that he simply needed to cum and it’d all be over. Fuck he felt wonderful. He attempted to grasp his cock forgetting his cuffed arms. His thirst was once already again inside seconds and he had to drink extra, and cum, he had to cum.

“Fuck, please boss” he begged having a look between the 3 officials who had already amassed round him, the rubber in their uniforms, shining within the mild appeared as excellent as his shorts and boots felt, we puzzled what they should really feel like on as he set free a carnal grunt.

“That’s proper pig,” mentioned the ginger officer, maintaining his wrists because the darkish officer uncuffed him and were given him up off the chair ahead of cuffing him once more “now time to get you correctly dressed, this was once only a taster.”

Al felt an excessively chilly sensation on his cock and balls. He opened his eyes with a deep piggy oink. He’d had reminiscence loss once more, he was once in a brand new room, hands cuffed to the steel bars of 2 prison cells all sides of him. Two of the officials have been giggling, rubbing ice cubes round his crotch whilst the tattooed one was once setting out his boots and shorts. Had he been there mins or hours?

“What’s happening?” slurred Al

“We defined all of it whilst you arrived and signed the disclaimer. You’re about to grow to be a human urinal till you cum.”
Al part laughed and part growled, fuck he was once so attractive it’d take seconds to cum and he was once so hazed and attractive at the moment it simply felt like his buddies have been simply being silly. This wasn’t so unhealthy.

“Deliver it on.” he slurred.

You heard him boys, he’s gagging for it now. Pass get Brent.”

Brent? I do know him!” laughed Al, writhing towards the cuffs, his freezing cock shrinking regardless of his insane horniness, fucking the air.

Al was once most effective part shocked to peer Brent input in a an identical complete rubber cop uniform wearing an empty pint glass and a steel contraption.

“Ello pig.” he grinned with the sexiest, evil smile. If he was once into guys, he’d certainly see why guys would opt for him, any of the officials in reality.

“Oink!” spoke back Al in settlement intoxicated with rubber lust.

“Able for the most productive bit now pig? You sought after the most productive sexual prime ever. You mentioned you’d be my rubber urinal and I’d get dressed you on the other hand I sought after till you got here.”

“I will’t bear in mind, however sure please I want it.” writhed Al.

Brett passed the steel factor to the ginger one. “Smartly the extra of our tainted piss you drink the extra intense this may get, the extra of a slutty rubber piss pig you’ll grow to be, all main as much as essentially the most universe shattering orgasm you’ll ever really feel. Then you definitely’re loose to move.”

“Mmmmmmm I will’t stay up for that” grunted Al.

“Oh you’ll have to attend” chuckled Brett opening his rubber combats pulling his laborious throbbing cock out and starting to piss into the pint glass “you in a position for extra?”

“Fuck yeah I need yours essentially the most!” he mentioned licking his lips.”

“Oh you’ve had lots already. Remember the fact that tablet we shared on the bar? You began blabbing about being a plumber then temporarily feeling attractive, I’d mentioned it’d make a sizzling porn for the plumber to grow to be a part of the plumbing, you’d agreed and part an hour later you have been consuming my piss out of a pint glass proper in entrance of your pals, they’d no clue however the recycled tablet in my piss made you wish to have extra and were given you hornier. I informed you concerning the membership I used to be a part of, and should you stored piss recycling that I’d take you and also you’d have the horniest enjoy you’d ever enjoy once more.”

“Oh yeah!” agreed deficient Al, both starting to keep in mind or simply filling within the blanks along with his creativeness.

“You really liked the sensation of the rubber whilst you’d found out I used to be dressed in it underneath my equipment so I took you off to the alley and also you sought after to be lined in it. So we’re gonna fit you up utterly, you’ll have that tremendous feeling all over the place each inch of your pores and skin.” Stated Brent lifting the pint of piss as much as Al’s mouth. He didn’t even hesitate this time, he gulped it down like the overall piss pig he was once becoming.

The sensations took seconds to hit him like a wall once more, he set free one almighty scream of delight. If he was once attractive ahead of then this was once one thing else, his pores and skin was once on fireplace and he in fact loved the style of the new salty yellow piss in his mouth and throat, it wanted filling the entire extra! His pores and skin begged to be lined in rubber and piss.
“Please please duvet me up boss!” Al cried.

“One minute,” winked the tattooed cop, maintaining up a mass of black rubber and smacking Al’s cock to make the semi laborious cock pass backtrack.

“We’re simply going to try this first,” lower in Brent maintaining up the steel factor for Al to peer.

“We’re going to however this unhealthy boy on you.”
It resembled a steel jock strap, with some roughly hole tube, and a strap for between the ass with a steel object connected.
“Fuck, what’s that?” requested Al, sounding apprehensive.
“It’s a NeoSteel. A chastity belt. Your cock is going in right here to give protection to it from stimulation and this factor is a , it’ll pass up and can also be remotely stimulated so your ass will obtain the entire excitement as an alternative of your cock.”
“However how will I cum?” happy Al.
The 4 officials appeared to one another with a realizing smirk.
“Just right query. You’ll be able to’t in reality.” Spoke back the darkish bearded one.
“Smartly then how do I am getting out, the deal was once I do that ‘til I cum.” mentioned Al, seeking to muster all of his sense.
“That also is the deal!” laughed Brett, “You’ll be able to take the rubber off as soon as you are taking the belt off and the belt comes off if you cum.”

“However you simply mentioned I will’t cum! That’s backwar-” Al’s mouth was once lined via Brent’s rubbered gloved hand.

“Oops.” He whispered quietly as he slipped 3 arms down his throat, fucking Al’s mouth. Al’s mouth welcomed it regardless of his thoughts announcing no, his cock started to pump with blood once more, a surge of fantastic horniness flush over him once more.

Al attempted to scream in the course of the glove as he felt a chilly liquid being squirted over his cock, balls and over his ass. Then with out caution a chilly steel intruder was once rammed into his ass. He part screamed out in terror and and part absolute filthy excitement, gagging on Brent’s hand.

Al then felt his destiny being sealed as a central belt was once fixed round his sweating waist. He whimpered because the tube slid up his shaft swallowing his cock entire and keeping apart his balls, shoving them to the aspect A steel protect was once positioned over the tube hiding his balls and attaching to the cock tube. Then a strap was once slotted into the belt at the rear above his ass crack, maintaining the plug firmly in position and coming underneath the frame previous the separated balls, clipping along with the entrance protect and tube ahead of in any case assembly with the locking put up at the entrance of the belt.
“Able for the padlock pig?” growled Brent.

Al shook his head, seeking to plead with him.

chicken with a noisy ultimate click on Brent launched his hand from Al’s mouth because the ginger pervert locked the large padlock in position handing the important thing to Brent.

Al set free an almighty guttural scream of frustration which was once simply met via laughter from his captors.

“Please I’m so on the subject of cu-” begged Al ahead of he was once silenced via extra piss being poured down his throat via the darkish cop. He attempted to spit it out however needed to swallow some to forestall himself from chocking. The frenzy was once again, his cock throbbed in it’s jail as his middle threatened to overcome it’s means out of his cheat and the cloud of primal lust clouded his mind. Al set free a hysterical chuckle.

“Fuck you’re going to ship me insane with horniness you bastards!”

“We all know!” shrugged the inked officer as he started to power Al’s toes into the socks of the rubber swimsuit. His ft felt just like the have been orgasming as the sensation unfold up his meaty thighs and lined his knees with the tight black rubber.
“No no no no mmm yeah no.” whimpered Al pathetically as he noticed the swimsuit being pulled up over his chastity, making the polished steel jock vanish in to a sea of slippery, glossy black rubber.

“Oh prevent it feels too excellent. Simply let me cum please.” he cried fruitlessly because the rubber was once massaged up his chest via two of the officials. His arms have been grabbed firmly via Brent as one of the most others unlocked the cuffs permitting the others to tug his arms down into the hands which pressured his arms into the form of fists, and sucked right into a mitt, rendering his arms pointless. Once had he discovered that he couldn’t transfer his arms, Al felt them jerked at the back of him and cuffed at the back of his again over again because the swimsuit was once pulled over his shoulders and up his neck, resting around the again of his head. He discovered it was once all one piece of rubber leaving just a hollow for his face. Brent seemed in entrance of him gazing his face longingly, with a virtually sorrowful glance on his face. He pulled him in for the private passionate snog, shoving his tongue down Al’s throat, who was once powerless to withstand as any other wave of delight carried him away with the robust tough kiss.

After what appeared an age Brent pulled away and mentioned “it’s a disgrace to peer that pass” as be stepped again revealing the ginger officer maintaining what appeared like a with a head strap. Because the cop lifted it to his mouth he discovered it was once the dimensions of an enormous eight-inch however was once hole within the heart making a centimeter tube in the course of the period of it. Al’s eyes widened in terror as he attempted to scream, the darkish place of work grabbing his mouth and forcing it open as Al attempted to power his mouth close.
It was once too past due.

This mouth was once being forcibly full of the black rubber monster, raping his throat as he screamed and gagged, ‘til it burned it’s means down additional and additional ‘til no noise got here out, only a faint hum that was once as soon as his scream. His eyes streaming in ache, noticed the mouth finish of the tube had straps because the have been pulled at the back of his head and locked into position forcing his mouth into an everlasting scream, the dildo tube inflicting him to gag and swallow repeatedly as he attempted to breath via his nostril. Then with out even a second to realism what the tube was once for, a hood was once pulled over all of it, overlaying his good-looking, terrified face, blinding him to the sector round him. He felt the zip pulled down at the back of him ultimate the hood as a collar was once added locking all of it in position with any other click on of what should had been a padlock.

One thing else was once added to the mouth, possibly any other tube, possibly a funnel however no matter it was once there was once no selection as he felt piss already filling his throat, he didn’t even need to swallow. The style of robust, yellow, doped piss took him over in an instant quenching his timeless thirst and in an instant sending him sky rocking on a prime of lust, he couldn’t see or make a legitimate however his rubber pores and skin felt as despite the fact that each inch of him was once being fucked via rubber. Handiest then did he really feel the butt plug come to existence, throbbing with a sluggish deep pulsing that higher with each pulse, if most effective he may just contact his cock he would explode into an orgasm that might tear him in two. He was once proper at the edge, however may just simply now not tip over. He heard the jingling of keys and heard muffled voices, of what he concept was once Brent, ordering the others to hold him to the membership.

He’d blacked out with excitement once more. His respiring was once again to standard and his thoughts felt cognitive once more. It took him a second to keep in mind what he was once feeling, the pulsing in his aching ass at a minimal, the metal round his cock fighting any sensation, his throat crammed and fucked via the monstrous urinal pipe and his arms caught at the back of him, the load underneath him made him mindful he should had been sat on his ass along with his again to a wall. All throughout the swimsuit felt heat and rainy, he should had been pissing inside of his personal swimsuit. Throughout him he may just listen shuffling of toes and chatter drowned out via the sound of thudding song. He attempted to combat and transfer however he may just really feel a tugging at his mouth. The tube was once connected to one thing; pull as laborious as he may just along with his frame weight he couldn’t in reality transfer. His pals should be questioning the place he was once via now, how lengthy had it been?

With out caution, piss seemed in his throat as he heard giggling above him. This piss wasn’t doped, it was once simply common sizzling piss, he sought after to sob however with out his mouth he simply made abnormal buzzing sounds. He had to piss and was once nonetheless so thirsty. He heard a muffled voice, say, “No the urinal likes this sort of piss best possible, watch this.”

He couldn’t inform if it was once one of the most officials however he was once guzzling down extra piss seconds later simply as he felt his personal bladder pass, feeling as despite the fact that piss was once pouring in a single finish and out via his pointless cock, filling his swimsuit which spill out onto the ground, making him not more than simply plumbing in a device of urinals.

The wave of doped piss hit him once more simply because the electro in his ass started to pulse in his hollow once more as he was once carried again to the very fringe of orgasm, each considered one of his senses intoxicated via rubber, piss and denial. He gurgled in excitement as his personal ideas left him, he couldn’t bear in mind his identify simply that he cherished being a urinal.

“Extra piss!” he sought after to cry out into his tube because the nameless man completed, most effective to get replaced via the sound of a number of extra pairs of toes as they started to piss into the urinal. Someplace within the far-off recesses of his thoughts he so sought after to be loose, however the ecstatic euphoria the piss introduced him was once such a lot more potent than any will he had felt. He stopped suffering and gulped and gulped. He would simply have to simply accept his tight, inescapable, rubbery piss jail till he may just cum, possibly he simply had to drink sufficient piss.

Possibly the following piss prime will be the one to tip him over the brink of orgasm.

There was once just one technique to to find out.

Becoming a Piss Slave Forever

This work is entirely a piece of fiction, and written from the author’s . Names used are strictly an indication of the author’s  men, and are not in any way a reflection or indication of the proclivities of any person besides the author. No inference should be made about anyone, except that the author is waiting for the day when he really does get a    on his head.For years I have wanted to find out that it would be like to have a piss hood locked on my head with no way of removing it, and feeling the discomfort of the piss gag build the longer I wear the hood. I’ve known that wearing the hood would automatically mean that I’d be drinking piss, and I’m cool with that, I mean, what sense does it make to lock a piss hood on if it’s not going to get used, right? Otherwise You may as well just have a plain old boring gag in your mouth. There’s no fun in that.For the past couple years, I have been going to some piss oriented websites and posting, regularly, my “ad”. It reads:
“I will do whatever it takes to find out what it’s like to have a full coverage piss hood locked on my head. You, as the key holder, will be the ONLY person to determine how long I wear the hood. Whatever you want me to do, let me know. As long as it ends up with me getting a piss hood locked on my head with no way out of it, I’m game.”
After almost three years of posting this same ad to various piss websites, I finally got a reply.
“So, you really want to wear a piss hood with no way out? Here’s what you’re going to do. You’re going to give me your mailing address so that I can send you a very special package. When you get this package, you will be required to put on everything that is inside. This will be critical, because it will show me how sincere you are about becoming my .”
Needless to say, I sent him my mailing address and got the next email from him.
“OK, piss , your package is on its way. When you get it, you’ll have to decide if you want to be my piss , or if you’re just all talk. Your instructions will be inside the package. Follow them exactly if you are sincere about being my piss . ”
The package arrived the next day via FedEx. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hide from him the fact that I’d received it, because I had to sign for it. When I opened the package, there was an envelope addressed to “piss slave” and a bulky something wrapped in plain brown paper. I opened the envelope, with a list of instructions.
“Hello, piss slave. Right now, you will prove me that you deserve to be my piss slave. You will strip, then you will put on the enclosed jock. This jock is specifically designed so that once you have it on correctly, it is impossible for you to take it off again. You will have to come to me if you want to get out of it. When you do come to me, you will be required to submit to a full coverage piss hood before the jock will be removed. The piss hood will lock on, and once locked, there will be no way out of it for you. There also will be no mercy shown to you, so if you discover that you don’t like drinking piss, it will be too late for you and we will not care. Once you have the jock on, you are to email me photographic proof that you are wearing it. I will acknowledge your picture with further instructions.”
I unwrapped the package to discover a steel Carrera chastity jock and a lock, swung to the open position, with no key. I could see what he meant by no way out, because this jock was designed to completely encase my junk with no access from any direction. I stripped and worked my junk into the Carrera jock, taking time to make sure nothing was pinching. My dick was throbbing, so I had to wait to calm down in order to close the jock up. I figured that it would defeat the reason Scott had for sending me a chastity jock if I whacked myself off, so I waited until I was soft. Once my dick cooperated, I started to close the pouch over myself. I adjusted a bit to make sure no pinching would occur. As the jock closed, I could feel the tightness gripping my junk. There was absolutely no room inside at all for me to get hard. Once the pouch was totally closed, there was pressure on my balls that I couldn’t relieve at all. I took the lock and slipped it in place to hold the pouch closed. I went through the package to see if there was a key to the lock “just in case” but there wasn’t.
This was serious. I knew that if I locked the jock, I would not be getting out of it. Then I saw a copy of my ad, and after reading it again, I knew that I had no choice. I snapped the lock shut, trapping my junk inside, with absolutely no possibility of getting hard, getting off, or getting out. After taking a couple pictures with time stamps to prove that I was locked up, I emailed Scott the photos.
“Hello, piss slave. So you’ve locked your junk up. Excellent. I own you now, and there is no possible way for you to get out of that jock. You will come to me sooner or later in order to get out of it. Every one of my piss slaves has come to me, each wearing his chastity jock, just like you. So here’s what’s going to happen.
“You are prohibited from contacting me in any way. You must go for 30 consecutive days without contacting me. If you make an attempt to contact me, any time you have put in wearing that jock will be erased, and you will have to start over … only you will have 30 more days added to your time. Each attempt will have the same consequences, so you could go thirty days, or have to start over and go 60, or 90 or … you get the idea.
“Once all your time has expired, I will contact you. You can depend on this because I’m looking forward to converting you to my urinal. When I contact you, I will give you directions on how to get to me. You can arrive any time you want after you get the directions.
“You can reply to this message to let me know you’ve received it, and you can ask any  you have. This is a one time opportunity for you. Once I respond to your , you will be cut off. Your 30 days will start at midnight, my time here on the West Coast. Email me that you have received this notice, and if you have any , now is the only opportunity you have to ask them.”
I knew I was in trouble, because I like to jack off every day. But I also knew that this was a requirement, and after so many years of, literally, begging to be made a piss slave like this, I figured I had to pay this price. I had read about guys who had worn chastity devices for a lot longer than 30 days, so I thought I could do it. I replied to Scott, and asked him what his intentions were for me as his piss slave. How long did he plan on keeping me? How long would I have to drink piss? How often?
As my piss slave, you don’t need to know how long you’ll serve. You’ll wear the piss hood for the purpose of being used, not for pleasure. You will be used by me and any of my buddies who desire to use you whenever we need you. I will tell you how long I plan on keeping you only after you’re sealed up and cannot try to talk me out of it … not that I would let you talk me out of it anyway. As for how long you’ll drink piss, the answer to that one is simple. You’ll drink piss for as long as you wear the piss hood.
My buddies and I will not care if you change your mind, if you cannot handle drinking piss, or if you don’t like it. None of that is important to us. The only thing that will be important to us will be that you are wearing a piss hood, which is designed to force you to drink piss whenever it gets used.
It is already too late for you to change your mind, since you are locked in that chastity jock. The only way you have of getting out of that jock is to come to me. When you come to me, you WILL have the piss hood locked on your head, with no exceptions and absolutely no mercy.
This is the end of our communications. You will not hear from me again until you have earned your release from the steel jock by wearing it without contacting me. Your time starts at midnight. I will contact you after your time has expired, to give you further details.
There was just a certain tone about that email that said he was not BS’ing me about not contacting him. Suddenly, thirty days in the steel jock looked like a very long time. Each day was torment, and I had to discipline myself to not try and write him. By the time my 30 days had run out, I was used to the fact that I couldn’t get my dick hard … but I was hornier than hell, and I seriously needed to get my rocks off. One day passed, then two, then a week, before I got an email from him.
Hello, piss slave. Here’s my address. You may show up at this address whenever you are ready to be released from that jock. I expect you to show up wearing nothing except your steel jock. When the door is answered, you will shout, loud enough to be heard in the back of the room, this exact sentence. ‘I am your new piss slave and I am here for you to use me.’ When you shout that exact sentence, you will be admitted into the residence, and you will be taken to the prep room, where you will be gagged with your piss gag and your piss hood will be locked on your head. After that, you will be told what to expect from there.
You are still prohibited from contacting me. The next contact you have with me will be in person, when you show up to get out of the steel jock. Take as long as you want to get here, just remember that the longer it takes for you to get here, the longer your junk stays locked in that jock.
I Google Mapped directions to his place, based on his address, and the time frame indicated a two day trip. I decided I had to go now, since I was screaming for release from the chastity jock, horny as hell. I was not prepared for what met me when I got there. The address was a warehouse in the middle of nowhere … if you can be “nowhere” down in the warehouse district. I looked for parking, and finally found it in back. The parking lot was all stone, no pavement anywhere. And there was more stone between the edge of the parking lot and the door entering the warehouse. I remembered that he had told me to show up wearing only my chastity jock, so I stripped in the car. Stepping barefoot onto those stones was very tough. The stones were sharp, and I walked very gingerly to the door. I figured that they used the stones to get the message across that you weren’t going to run away from them. It took me over 5 minutes to walk the 50 meters to the door from my car. I knew I didn’t want to cross those 50 meters again barefooted. I stood in front of the door wearing only my steel chastity jock, and a shiver ran down my spine. I knew that I was about to become a piss slave, and I was having second thoughts. I remembered his email that said it was too late for me to change my mind once I put the jock on, so I worked up my nerve and approached the door to knock. It sounded like there was a party going on inside when I knocked. I stood there waiting for someone to answer. I knocked again, more loudly. After another couple minutes, I noticed a yellow sign that said “piss slaves must ring bell for admission.” I rang the doorbell, and almost immediately the sound of the party got quieter. When he opened the door, he stood in front of me, wearing a wet suit. His manhood was on very prominent display in the body hugging neoprene, and I felt my dick respond immediately, much to my discomfort and regret. “Can I do something for you?” he asked. “I am your new piss slave and I am here for you to use me,” I shouted, and I stood there waiting for him to say something to me. Instead he turned into the room and called out “Hey guys, lower the noise. I can’t hear this dude.” The place got quiet, and he looked at me again. “What was that you shouted? I’m assuming that since you shouted you wanted everyone to hear you, so shout it out again, that way everyone will hear you.” Again I shouted “‘I am your new piss slave and I am here for you to use me.” He stepped aside and motioned me in. I walked in to see immediately at least thirty hot guys, all wearing tight wetsuits. There was no way to keep my eyes off their crotches, as each guy’s maleness was on prominent display.
As we descended into the basement, it occurred to me that this was deeper than a standard basement. It kinda made sense to me since we were in a warehouse. As we got closer to the bottom, I was noticing the unmistakable smell of stale piss. I was also realizing that if I tried to scream down here, nobody upstairs would be able to hear me. At the foot of the stairs we turned a corner, and I was hustled down a corridor. There were several rooms along this corridor, some with windows. At one window I got a glimpse of a guy locked in a cage with his head outside the cage. It almost looked like he had a funnel leading to his mouth, but I didn’t get to see long enough to confirm that.
The further down the corridor we went, the stronger the stale piss smell became. My escorts each placed my hands over their crotches, and I could feel both of their cocks throbbing in their wet suits. I started to feel nauseated with the stench of stale piss building up, and I said something. “Shut the fuck up, piss slave, you won’t be told again!” Scott commanded me. “There is nothing I like better than the smell of old piss, it makes my cock hard every time.” We entered one of the rooms, and I was stunned by what I saw in the room. A window looking out into the corridor showed me that all the guys had followed us. In the center of the room was a steel cage, made out of re bar, spaced 6 inches apart. The top of the cage was a set of stocks, with just an opening for my neck. The back of the cage was open, and the cage was waiting for me to get in. I could see that if I got in that cage, there was no way out for me. Sitting on top of the cage was an Aquala dry suit and a full coverage piss hood. I recognized the piss hood immediately. The funnel was attached to a 2 foot clear tube that ran directly to the piss gag. It was all sealed up as a part of the piss hood, not one of those snap on gags. It also had a locking  on it. This hood was designed for only one purpose; whoever wore it would be nothing more than a urinal. “Here’s what is going to happen now, piss slave.” Scott said. “You are going to put that piss hood on. You will put your piss gag in your mouth where it belongs, and you will seal your piss hood tight, making sure that you have no way to push your piss gag out of your mouth. If you seal the piss hood properly, you will discover that it is impossible for you to block off the piss gag. I strongly suggest you seal the piss hood properly, because if we have to adjust it for you, the time factor you spend in that cage will be exponentially multiplied. “Once you have your piss hood sealed, we will check it. If you have sealed it properly, we will tell you to secure your collar. If not, we will seal it for you and secure your collar. The collar will be locked. Like your chastity jock, the key to your lock is not in this building, so you’re locking the collar knowing that you have no way to remove the piss hood. After you lock your piss hood, you will put on the Aquala suit. “Get a good look at that Aquala suit, because it has been altered so that it can be locked. You will be 100% sealed in , from head to toe once the suit is closed up. You will be locked in the Aquala suit. Again the key to unlock it is not in this building. You will crawl into your piss cage where you belong, and we will secure you in place. The cage will be locked once you’re in it. Once it’s locked, we will start pissing in your gag. You will drink piss for as long as you stay in that cage.” He let me take in the whole room, then he asked me if I understood what I was getting into. “Yes, sir” I replied. “Good, because there is no way you’re leaving here. Do you have any final questions?” “Yes, Sir. When does the chastity jock get taken off me?” The other escort laughed with a snort and said “after you get out of the cage.” The look that must have crossed my face showed my sudden understanding of my position, and both men started laughing. “I’ll grant you one last request before we convert you to a urinal. You said something about wanting to suck my cock? Prove to me you deserve to suck my cock.” The other escort started to shuck out of his wet suit. “Suck him off. If he’s satisfied with your performance, I’ll let you suck me off before you have to put your piss gag in place.”
I was driven to my knees and found myself facing my escort’s raging prick. He pulled my head in and started to push his throbber into my mouth. I started sucking on him as he kept pushing. Deeper and deeper he pushed, until I started gagging on him. For more than a half hour I choked on his manhood, fighting to get what breath I could between his thrusts. As he approached his magical moment he gave one final shove. I tasted his cum filling my mouth as I choked up on his cock. “Swallow, piss boy!” he commanded me. “Don’t you dare waste anything that comes from any man’s cock.” I swallowed his load, and finished sucking the last remnants of my spit from his cock as he pulled out. He looked at my new piss master and nodded. When he was done, he slowly pulled out of my mouth. He pulled his wet suit up to his waist. He took the piss hood off the top of the cage and held it out to me. “OK, piss slave, it’s time. Put your piss gag in your mouth where it belongs, and seal your piss hood up nice and tight, knowing that you’re not going to get this piss gag out of your mouth.” I looked around, and there was no hope for me. If I tried to leave this room, the sheer number of men standing there would make it impossible for me to get out. I knew I was there to stay, and I knew I no longer had any hope of escaping my fate. I took the piss hood from Scott’s hand. I got a good look at the funnel and clear tube leading to my piss gag. The workmanship was expert, there was no obvious seam that would offer me any hope of piss leaking out. I knew that every drop that went into the funnel would find its way down my gullet. I turned the piss hood around and got my first view of the  side of my prison. The piss gag itself was about 1.5 inches in diameter and would extend about 2 inches into my mouth. It was hard rubber. There was no give to it, so once it was in my mouth, I would not be able to close my mouth. I could see that there was not any possibility that I’d be able to block the opening with my tongue. The dimensions would not only force me to be available, but would also be quite uncomfortable. “What are you waiting for piss slave? There are men here who need your service. You’re keeping them waiting, and that is not going to do you any good.” I looked at Scott and saw his grin. He knew he had me, and he knew I was having second thoughts. “I told you there’d be no mercy. I wasn’t joking. Put that piss gag where it belongs, and get ready to become the urinal you know you are.” One final look at the wet suited men starting to fill the room told me that my fate was sealed. I opened my mouth and slid my piss gag in. Pulling my piss hood over my head, I was rendered almost totally blind by the pinprick eye holes that allowed me to see no farther in front of me than the piss hose running from my funnel to my gag. I’d be able to see when someone stepped up to me, but that would be all. I pulled the piss hood to the back of my head and felt the front of the hood conform to my face. I started to zip it closed, but the zipper would only move so far down the back of my head. After fighting with it for about a minute, I worked the laces through the first three sets of eyelets, pulling as tightly as I could. I felt the hood yield to the force of the laces, but when I went to close the zipper some more, the laces loosened and the zipper wouldn’t close. A new voice chimed in “tie the laces off after each set, piss boy. You need to do that to seal it right.” So I pulled the laces tight again and tied them off. I went to the zipper and it slid closed a bit further. I worked the laces through the next two sets and tied them again. I continued this back and forth action, sealing myself into my piss hood. I could feel the hood creating the watertight seal around my mouth as I sealed it closed, and I realized that I would drink every drop from now on. As I finally got the zipper closed. I knew there was no way out of this piss hood. I finished the last two sets of eyelets with the laces and tied them off. There was barely enough lacing left for me to tie the final knot, and there was no way I could put a release bow in the lacing. I felt hands checking the tightness of my piss hood, concentrating at my mouth to make sure my piss gag was properly sealed. The wideness of the piss gag was getting uncomfortable quickly, and I could feel my tongue reacting trying to push out this invader. It was impossible. My piss gag was in my mouth to stay, and there was no possibility of me asking for mercy. I fastened the collar, and he checked to make sure he couldn’t get a finger in between my collar and my lacing. I felt someone put a lock in my hand, and he told me to lock my collar. “Once you lock that collar, piss slave, you will not get out of that piss hood. Lock it on knowing that. You have no hope, and no way out.” I knew he was right, and I knew there was no use in trying to get out. I knew that if I tried to undo the collar without locking it that I’d be overwhelmed and forcibly locked into the piss hood. I knew my piss gag was in my mouth to stay. How long was still an unknown to me, but I knew that it didn’t matter, since I couldn’t do anything about it. I put the lock into my collar’s buckle and snapped it shut, sealing myself into the piss hood for good. The reality of it hit me just then as I knew the piss gag was now a part of me as much as my now worthless cock still trapped in my steel chastity jock.
The two men stood me up, and I felt someone hand me my Aquala suit. “This one has the boots, gloves and hood all glued on, so that you’re wearing one continuous piece of rubber from head to toe. Get into that suit, now, piss slave.” I put my feet into the Aquala suit, and felt the boots grab hold. I slid the suit up. As I pulled it up over my chastity jock, the realization struck me that nobody would be able to unlock my jock while I’m suited up. Too late to do anything about that now, since I’d been told the key to the jock was not in this building anyway. I put my arms into the sleeves of the Aquala suit, feeling the rubber gloves wrap around each finger. Tactile sensation was all but gone as the rubber took control of me. My gag reflex was working overtime, as each breath caused my throat muscles to contract. I was swallowing more frequently than I usually did, and I realized the effectiveness of the design. The piss hood was forcing me to swallow, so once they started using me, I wouldn’t be able to spit their piss out. I pulled the hood of the Aquala suit over my head and realized that the lock on my collar was now inside my Aquala suit. There was now no way to unlock my piss hood as long as I wore the Aquala suit. I felt someone escort zip my Aquala suit closed, and put my zipper pull over a locking post. The lock was placed in and snapped shut, and I knew I was sealed in with no way out. My body temperature was making the suit warm to wear, and I was starting to sweat. My jaw ached from the piss gag. I tried to reach up to rub my jaw but I felt them grab me and pull my arms behind my back. “Too late, piss slave,” he said. “You’re sealed in and there is no hope for you to get out.” I felt a pair of handcuffs snap closed around my wrists, and I was led to the back of my piss cage. I was pushed into the cage and forced to my knees. I felt hands at the back of my head pulling me forward into the stocks. Then I felt the stocks close around my neck. A couple of motions that I could sense told me that the stocks were being locked from the inside. I heard and sensed the gate on the back of the piss cage close, and I heard one final lock snap shut. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that I was now locked in the piss cage to stay. I knew I wasn’t getting out.
I saw some motion in front of my face. I couldn’t make out anything more than a set of legs in a black wetsuit. “You are now a urinal, piss slave. You have no hope of ever being anything but a urinal for as long as you stay in that cage. Like the lock holding your piss hood and your chastity jock closed, the keys to your piss cage are not in this building.” I saw the black wet suit slide down leaving white legs in front of my face. “This is what you wanted, piss slave. Enjoy yourself. Or else learn to enjoy yourself, because I was not joking when I told you there would be no mercy.” I saw the yellow piss flowing through my tube seconds before I tasted the pungent fluid filling my mouth. I knew he was pissing in my piss gag, and I couldn’t stop him. My gag reflex forced me to swallow, in spite of the fact that I did not enjoy the taste of his full strength nectar. I saw him step away from me when he finished emptying his bladder in my funnel. I kept swallowing since I had no choice, and watched the piss level slide down the tube in front of my face. Another set of black wet suited legs stood in front of me. I saw the wet suit slide down James’ legs, and heard his piss hit the funnel. I saw the yellow river flow down the tube to my waiting mouth, and tasted his salty fill my mouth. As I swallowed his piss, I started fighting for an escape that I would never achieve. I saw the second person step away from me. As his piss flowed down my tube, he was replaced by another set of wet suited legs. I heard say “I love it when we get a new piss slave. I love watching them surrender to the realization that they are going to spend the rest of their life as a urinal. This one will put up a good fight, but he’s not going to be any different than any other urinal.” “Yeah, this one is going to be fun” he said. “I figure we keep him here one day for each day he wore his chastity jock waiting to be converted. In a month or so we’ll be able to sell him off and buy enough gear for two more urinal conversions.” “It’s a good thing we record these conversions. We can prove to future buyers that these urinals are in their cages because they wanted to be there.” As another wet suit slid down a set of legs, I started to scream … just long enough until his piss filled my mouth and cut me off. I was now drinking piss from an anonymous guy, and the realization struck me that I would never again know who was pissing in me … and just like any other urinal, I now existed only to be used. As my struggling exhausted me, and men continued using me, I felt myself surrender to the grip of my piss cage, the jaw numbing force of my piss gag, and the first release of recycled piss starting to fill my Aquala suit that was now my home.

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10 Days in Detention – Part 01

By socalbd


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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10 Days in Detention – Part 09

It was a short drive to our destination. I tried to remember the sequence of turns and stops that we would have taken to get to the taco place, thinking I could figure out if we are going back to John’s place in reverse. The reality is I didn’t pay all that much attention on the way there, so reconstructing it in my mind was useless. When you’re in the back of a car handcuffed, gagged and hooded, though, your mind wants to engage in some level of activity to prove to itself that you’re safe.

The car pulled into a driveway before it stopped, and I heard another car door open and close before Dan got out of his car, leaving me in the back seat. Within moments the passenger door next to me opened, and I heard Dan and John talking. My initial reaction was one of relief. The seat belt was removed from across my lap, and Dan helped me out of the car. The car door closed. I heard John’s voice next.

John said, “Listen up, boy. You have punishment coming to you. What that will be is up to Dan. We have come back to my place, and my intention is to let Dan have you to himself until sometime tomorrow. He will take you down to the dungeon, and you will be his slave until he’s done with you. He is an experienced dom, and I have no doubt you will have a difficult night ahead of you. Having said that, I leave it up to you whether to submit to Dan or not. You have just met him. While I trust him implicitly, you have no reason yet to be in that position other than my speaking up for Dan. The decision is yours whether to submit to him or not. If you desire to submit to Dan and be his bondage slave tonight and into tomorrow, simply slip out of the flip flops you are wearing. By going barefoot, you are indicating your submission. All limits and expectations with me are the same for Dan.”

When he finished talking, I kicked off the flip flops and stood barefoot on the driveway. I knew I wanted to do this. Dan needed to play with me, so he could understand what I was about as much as I needed to surrender to him. This was all prelude, after all, to the fantasy that we had all decided I was going to work toward.

I felt a hand on my upper arm, and the pressure indicated for me to start walking. Since I assumed we were indeed at John’s place, I sort of knew the direction from the front of the house around to the back and the rear dungeon entrance. Understandably I needed to be guided, since I was still hooded, gagged and handcuffed.

We stopped when we reached what I thought was the outer door. I heard the door open and then was guided in to the storage area. A few more steps and we were at the door to the dungeon, I presumed. Dan started talking to me through the hood.

“All protocols in place with John are in place with me,” Dan said. “Nod your head if you understand.” I nodded my head.

“This is a last chance to back out. I intend to put you through some intense play through tomorrow afternoon. You can back out if you want. But something tells me you want to continue,” he said as he grabbed my cock through the shorts and squeezed. I was rock hard, of course.

Dan spoke again, “Do you want to submit?” I nodded my head yes and his hands went to work on stripping off the shorts I was wearing along with the jock strap. Dan opened the door to the dungeon and guided my naked body in closing the door behind us. He walked me to a spot and pressed down on my shoulders indicating for me to kneel.

Dan removed the handcuffs and positioned my wrists in the center of my back, pushing on them a little to indicate that is where I was to keep them. Next I felt the cinch on the hood being loosened and the hood was pulled off my head. It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the dim light within the dungeon.

I was kneeling in the center of the dungeon space. Dan was standing behind me. When he came into view, he was shirtless and barefoot with just the jeans on. My expression must have changed because even though I was gagged Dan smiled and said to me, “I think you like what you see, don’t you?” Indeed I did. Dan had six-pack abs and looked amazing. He was a cute guy. I liked John, but in some way I was attracted to Dan.

Dan knelt down in front of me so we were eye to eye and reached around to remove the gag. When it was away he leaned in and kissed me. He placed his hands on the back of my head and continued to kiss and hold me. I instinctively kept my wrists behind my back, even though I was fighting the urge to pull them around and embrace Dan as we were kissing.

When he pulled back he took a hold of the collar around my neck and said, “This symbolizes your submission. It will stay on until you are released tomorrow. I intend to put you through intense bondage to see what you are made of. If you do well you can expect a reward from me. Make no mistake, though, I intend for you to be uncomfortable, and I will hurt you. And you will take it in addition to servicing me. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” I responded.

“Any questions before we begin?” he asked.

“None, Sir. The slave is ready, Sir.”

“Good boy,” Dan said.

Dan stood up and ordered me to place my hands behind my head with fingers interlocked and to stay on my knees with my back perfectly straight. He then proceeded to inspect me, making sure my elbows and arms were in alignment with my shoulders – perfectly straight across. He pushed my knees slightly further apart and had me bring my feet together so the big toes were touching and the tops were flat to the floor exposing my soles completely. Next he corrected my back, as there was some arch to it. He had me perfectly straight up on my knees. It only took a couple of minutes for this position to become uncomfortable. I was trying to keep everything aligned as he had instructed. It was difficult.

Dan kept circling me slowly. When I tried to follow him with my eyes I was told to keep looking forward and concentrate on one spot ahead of me.

“Keeping that perfect slave position is difficult, isn’t it, boy?” Dan asked.

“Yes, Sir,” is all I responded. My body wanted to compensate here and there and I had to use all my energy to stay as instructed. Dan would continue to correct me and touch my body any time he saw me falter from what he wanted. I felt on display as he continued to circle me.

This was interesting. Here I was without any restraints on at all. I was simply naked kneeling on the floor yet I felt compelled to do exactly as Dan was telling me and expecting me to be. I wondered how long he was going to make me stay like this.

Dan stopped in front of me and just looked at me as I strained to stay in this position. He said, “Looks like it’s starting to get hard for you. It’s one thing to be on your knees as you are and it’s another to stay perfectly aligned as I have you. Let’s see how you do when you are pushed.”

With that Dan went around behind me and I heard him looking for something where the gear was located. When he came back he was holding a riding crop. He took a moment to make sure I saw it. He then leaned forward and put it to my mouth. I opened my mouth and he put it between my teeth and I bit down. He walked away again and went behind me. I felt his presence near me. His head was near mine and I could sense his breathing.

When he was very close to my ear he said, “You will stay like that holding the riding crop in your teeth until I take it out. Let’s see how long you can handle being like this before breaking. This should be interesting.”

With that he left my immediate presence and I could hear him still behind me for a moment and then it got quiet. I imagined he was either sitting on something or on the floor and was just watching me now.   It was up to me to stay like this for as long as he wanted.

I was getting tired trying to stay perfectly still and in alignment, as he wanted me. It was really starting to cause me issues. I kept thinking I was going to lose my balance being like this. Again my thoughts went to how submissive I was being. There were no restraints. There was no contact with me at that moment. I was simply doing what I was doing because I had been told to and felt as if I needed to do my best to please Dan as my master.

It was a while before Dan came back over to me. He stood in front of me and said, “Sucks, doesn’t it?” I nodded my head slightly agreeing with his comment. “Good,” he replied and gave a big smile across his face.

“There’s nothing keeping you from not being as you are, is there? You’re not cuffed. You’re not in any type of predicament. Are you? This is really about you. What you are and what you are becoming. You do because you are told to and you comply. And deep down you want to experience this, don’t you? The submission, the pain, the control are all things you need and want.” Dan finished talking and just looked into my eyes. He knew me well in just a short time and I’m sure from what he and John had been discussing about me prior to this.

He took the riding crop out of my mouth. Then he ordered me, “Remain still.”

The first whack of the crop was to my right nipple. It stung and I flinched.

“Didn’t I tell you not to move?” Dan asked.

“Yes, Sir”

“Apparently you don’t listen to well, yet.”

He started using the crop again on my right nipple. It was light at first but with each successive swat the sting and his intensity increased. My breathing started to become heavier and quicker and then I couldn’t take it any longer and I compressed my body forward folding over to protect my tits.

Dan grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up back into his desired position. He said nothing.

He went to work on my left nipple this time repeating what he had done to the right nipple. Light swatting commenced but soon become harder and more painful with each swat. At some point I couldn’t take any more and bent forward again. Dan pulled me up by the hair a second time but still said nothing.

Next he used the crop on my abs. His rhythm was like that on the nipples. I could take it for a while but soon the pain and the swats became too much for me and I twisted to the side and over. Again, Dan pulled on my hair and I knew to get back into position. What was happening here? There was no verbal communication between us. Just our looks into each other’s eyes and Dan’s pulling on my hair to get me back up in the kneeling position.

“Hands behind your back, boy. Make sure they are in the small of your back.” Dan ordered me to change positions slightly and it was welcome relief. This time he instructed me how to keep the elbows still in alignment with the shoulders even with my wrists behind me. Clearly he knew how to make use of the body to quickly make it uncomfortable.

Dan looked at me and said, “This time the crop is going to hit various places on your body and in rapid succession. The slave will continue to hold its position. Failure to do so will affect the punishment that is yet to come. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” I replied. I was screwed. I’m sure Dan was going to hit me and not stop to ensure that at some point I wouldn’t just stay like I was and continue to get hit. This was a no win situation for me. Clearly this was the intent.

The crop started to impact me again. Nipples, abs, pecs, inner thighs – there was no relief form the constant impacts. I was doing everything in my power to hold the position and I finally succumbed and bent over.

“Get up, slave,” Dan yelled at me and I got up and the crop continued to strike me. It was so painful the intensity he was hitting me with. Within a few moments I was down again and the strokes stopped. My breathing was labored and hard. My eyes were closed as I just lay on the floor.

Dan eventually came over to me and sat on me with his back to mine so he was facing my feet. I felt him use his body to hold my legs down and then I found out why. He started using the crop on the soles of my feet. It hurt like hell. I started screaming for him to stop, but he kept going. I was pleading and trying to get up but the weight of his body kept me down.

The strokes stopped. I was panting now. Dan got off of me. He went around and stood in front of me with his feet at my face. I just lay there trying to gain my composure. It took a few minutes but I finally calmed down.

When Dan had sensed I was back he slowly moved his right foot toward my mouth. He lifted up his big toe and it got close to my lips. I understood what was happening here. I opened my mouth and took in his toe, using my tongue to bathe it. When he pulled it out I moved closer to him and started to kiss the tops of his feet. I wanted to please this man that had just beaten me with a riding crop. What was happening?

“On your knees,” Dan commanded.

I stopped servicing his feet and got on my knees, placing my hands behind my back, elbows out, knees apart, feet together with toes touching. My training was taking hold.

He used the handcuffs to secure my wrists behind my back again.

Dan knelt in front of me and looked into my eyes.

“That was very painful for you, wasn’t it?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir,” I answered.

“Did you like it?” he asked.

I had to think about it for a moment.

I responded, “No, Sir, it was hard and painful. But it was necessary.”

Dan thought for a moment before he said, “What do you mean it was necessary?”

“Sir, the slave has requested a journey from you and Master John. This is part of the journey. The slave will not like most aspects of what it is requesting to have happen to it, but they are necessary to fulfill the slave’s desire to service you through its suffering and service. Eventually the slave will make it out the other side and will know it accomplished something.”

“The slave understands the harshness of the journey it has asked for, doesn’t it?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir, it does,” I responded.

“Good, because this is just the start for you and I, boy.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

With that he pulled me into his body so our bare chests were touching and kissed me deeply. His hands were all over me and it didn’t take long for me to get hard. He reached down with his hand and started to stroke me. It was just enough to keep me hard and on edge but not close to shooting.

When he was done he pulled back and said to me, “I was honest when I said I was going to hurt you. I’ve just started. I purposely put you through that to see what you would do. At no time were you restrained. You kept getting up and taking more. At any time you could have freely walked away to the door and left. But you didn’t. And when offered my feet, you instinctively took them and kissed them. From this point on until you are released tomorrow, you will be restrained at all times. I will continue to hurt you and you will continue to service me in return. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir”

“It’s getting time for your punishment to begin. John said you forgot your place, what you are within this space. That is never permitted. You are never to forget your place when in the dungeon or at any time when you are within the control of one of your Sirs. I intend to make sure you never forget that again.”

His tone and demeanor told me all I needed to know. If the riding crop hadn’t been punishment enough, what was about to happen to me would be far worse.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

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