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First S&M Scene - Part 3
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* NEXTTIME - PART III IN A SERIES - BY TERRY OF SEATTLE *
* (C) COPYRIGHT 1987 BY TERRY NELSON *
* PLEASE USE THIS WITH PERMISSION ONLY *
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After I had returned home from the first session, I couldn't
really believe that I'd gone through with it. My ass was sore,
my balls felt as though they had been kicked my a black belt, my
cock was raw, my limbs ached, and my tits were little points of
pain. I wasn't sure if my body ever needed more abuse like Tom
had given me in just two days--what an experience!
As the week passed, the soreness went away, and my cock would get
hard just thinking about being strapped to Tom's bondage table.
I jerked off regularly thinking of what had happened, but didn't
really know if I had the nerve to contact him for another
session. On Friday, a week after the night we met, I got a
letter from Tom. My cock sprang to full erection in my jeans
when I found it in the mailbox. I opened the letter immediately:
Although you're obviously a novice, and your limits are only
moderate, I still think you have potential. If you would
like to find out what you're capable of, be at the same bar
Saturday night at 7PM. By showing up, you agree to let me
take you further into a world of bondage and erotic pain.
Tom
My heart began pounding and my cock was painfully hard. I had
already jacked off that morning, but I felt a strong need to pop
a load right then and there, but something made me hold back.
Tom would want me to be at my best, if I was going to meet him
again. What was I to do? After not much sleep Friday night, and
a lot of thought, my hard cock made the decision for me--I would
meet him the next night!
I was at the bar as before, and Tom showed right at seven. When
he spotted me an evil smile broke out across his rugged face. I
felt the familiar fear creep through my body. Without saying a
word, he led me out to a van. I was surprised both by his
silence and by the fact that he wasn't driving his car. The van
was a Chevy panel rig, with no windows in the back. He unlocked
the rear door, and shoved me up inside. It was dark, but I could
see that it was a mini playroom! "Why don't you get out of those
clothes" It was more of an order than a request.
"Yes Sir" I blurted out, without my even thinking. I pulled my
T-shirt over my head, and his hands were immediately on my tits--
squeezing and pulling them. I slipped my worn 501's off, and my
hard cock sprang free. He handled that too. "I suppose my
little novice bottom has been playing with himself this last
week?" He emphasized his point with a sharp squeeze.
"Yes Sir, I couldn't help myself..." I was looking at the floor
of the van. "That's ok, I have ways of dealing with bottoms who
can't leave their cocks alone." His voice conveyed authority.
Next, he pulled my arms up and fastened hanging cuffs around
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them. My legs were spread wide and fastened to the sides of the
van. He flipped a switch, and the back of the van was lit by a
soft red glow. I looked around and could see everything from
enema gear to rubber hoods--this guy didn't mess around, even on
the road! Tom parted the heavy curtains in the front of the van,
and I was left alone in the back. The van started, and we left.
After a bit, we stopped, and Tom joined me in the back. My cock
started rising again just thinking of what he might want to do.
"I can see the first thing I'm going to have to do is get rid of
that damn hard-on of yours..."
"Why Sir?" I asked trying to sound respectful. "I can see you
still like to ask questions, I would have thought you'd have
learned by now!" He pulled a latex gag from a box, and fastened
it tightly around my head. "Now, let's see if we can get rid of
this!" He gripped my hard shaft tightly in his fist.
I watched him unhook a nasty looking cat-o-nine tails. I
swallowed hard, and started to complain into the gag. The next
sensation was even worse than what I expected. The cat landed
across my backside with a swish. God it hurt! He hit me again
and again, on the back and ass, until I was crying, sobbing, and
shaking uncontrollably. My erection was long gone, the only
thing that mattered was the pain and heat on my backside.
Tom came round in front of me with an odd harness of some kind in
his hand. It looked like it was made of nylon strapping, and it
had rubber rings attached to it. When I noticed the small
padlocks, I realized with a chill that is was some kind of
locking cock harness! He worked my balls and cock through the
first ring, and quickly worked the other rings down my shaft. In
about a minute, the thing was tightly locked around my manhood
with three small padlocks. He dangled a keychain with three
small keys in front of my face. "Your cock and balls belong to
me!" He laughed and gave my tits a painful twist. "You can wear
this under your clothes, shower with it, piss with it, if fact
the only thing you can't do is jerk off with it!" He smiled.
"I would, however, suggest that you don't end up in the hospital,
use any public showers, or let any guys see you at the urinals
unless you want them to know what a BOTTOM you really are!" He
laughed again, and my cock started to grow hard in its new cage
just from his words. It hurt already! Tom greased a medium
sized butt plug and shoved it up my ass. I screamed into the gag
in pain, and my cock was bulging against the rubber rings and
nylon straps. "I would suggest you wear this plug often to get
your ass ready for our next session!" What did he mean?
Tom removed the gag and released my bonds. "Put your clothes
back on." I was shocked! We obviously weren't going to his
place. Confused, I pulled on my jeans aware of both the plug and
the harness. As I buttoned my fly over the large lump, I
realized that if I had to live with this thing it wasn't going to
be easy! "Sir, how long do I have to wear this?"
"Until you're damn good and ready to submit your ass proper to
this TOP!" He half shouted the words. "I'm ready now Sir,
couldn't we go to your place tonight?" I pleaded with him.
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"When you can no longer sleep at night, you can send me a letter
and tell me you're ready..." He grabbed my basket and shook the
strapped bundle. I shook with fear--how long would he make me
wear this thing? It was already uncomfortable.
After I finished dressing, he opened the back door, and I stepped
out. I was in front of my apartment! He had driven to my place!
How was I supposed to get my car? "One more thing, if you manage
to get that thing off, don't bother ever writing or showing your
face at that bar again. Pleasant dreams!" He turned, jumped in
the front of the van, and drove off. I just stood in the street,
lost and confused.
I tried to get my thoughts off the harness and my sore back and
ass. The damn plug up my ass wasn't helping, so I went into the
bathroom, pulled my jeans off, and pulled the plug out. In the
bright light, I could see that the harness was made up of a
rubber cock ring at the base, with soft nylon straps locked onto
it. One of the straps ran between my balls, while the other two
ran along the sides of my cock. Each strap was sewn to two
smaller rubber rings. The first, about an inch in diameter, was
at the base of my cock, and the other, about a half inch in
diameter, was at the end of the shaft. The straps were wide
enough and tight enough, that I couldn't get my cock out of its
"cage". I turned around, and was shocked to see how red my back
and ass were! There were red stripes criss crossed all over!
That night, I found that if I slept on my stomach to save my sore
backside, my balls would ache painfully from the harness. If I
laid on my back, it was pure hell. I ended up sleeping on my
side curled up in a fetal position.
As the weekend went by, the harness was driving me mad! I was
also wondering about Tom's threat to wear the plug up my ass to
help get it ready--for what? I started wearing the plug again
for a few hours at a time. I just couldn't sleep with it,
because it made my cock get hard which was very painful with the
harness. By Monday, my balls were sore all the time, and I
wondered if they'd be damaged by the harness. I figured the only
thing to do was get a letter off to Tom. I hoped to convince him
that I was ready, and that the harness needed to come off.
I worked on the letter until late Monday night, and mailed it the
next morning. I didn't have his phone number or even his full
name, so it was the only way I knew to reach him. By Wednesday,
I couldn't stand it anymore, and I tried to pick the tiny
padlocks to get the thing off. Despite their apparent
simplicity, I just couldn't get them open! I considered cutting
the nylon straps, and risking never seeing Tom again, but
something deep down inside stopped me--besides, I thought, I
should be getting his reply anytime now...
I rushed home from work Thursday and checked the mail--no letter!
I couldn't take much more of this! I was horny as hell. My cock
was leaking pre-cum all day and night. My balls were sensitive,
sore, and a little puffy. My cock was raw from being constrained
all the time. I couldn't sleep anymore. It was driving me mad!
On a longshot, I tried the bar where I'd met Tom.
The place was busy, especially for a weeknight. I got there at
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about six, and found a small table in the back. I ordered a
beer, and waited. Men would cruise me, and I tried to ignore
them. One guy sat down beside me and started asking a lot of
questions. "Haven't seen you in here before, lookin' for
someone?" He looked to be a little older than I was, and seemed
to be very drunk and/or high. Finally, after asking dozens of men
to leave me alone, I figured it was hopeless, and left. I spent
the night tossing and turning in bed.
Friday after work, I again had high hopes for the mailbox. There
was a letter from Tom! It read:
Still wearing the harness and plug? I'll be over at seven
tonight to pick you up. Have your ass ready! You won't be
returning home until Sunday night. Be there!
My cock tried to stiffen in it's tight cage. God the pain! This
was driving me crazy! I gave myself a few enemas, and worked
some lube up my ass. I worked my largest dildo in and watched TV
for a bit. At 6:30 I replaced the dildo with the plug, and
waited nervous as hell. At seven, the doorbell rang. Tom stood
there with a smile. He poked his head in the door, and reached
for my crotch. "Can I get you a beer?" I offered.
"No we're leaving. I see you're still wearing the harness." He
was still smiling while his hand was working my balls.
"Yes Sir, it's been hell, but I haven't taken it off."
"Good, let's go..." He led me out and I locked the door. He had
his car, and I was expecting a hood or blindfold, but he just
opened the passenger door, and I got in. We drove off toward the
foothills. I was afraid to make conversation.
When we arrived at his place I was impressed. It was a large
home on at least two acres of land. It really was in the middle
of nowhere. Once inside, Tom started barking commands: "First,
you can get out of those clothes and put them in that foot locker
over there. Then we'll talk about your training." I obeyed and
neatly placed my clothes in the locker. Tom closed it and locked
it with a padlock. "Now, follow me..." He led me down a hall.
We arrived at the same playroom I'd been in the first night. I
looked around and my cock was painfully hard in the harness. Tom
ran his hands all over my body while I just stood there. "Looks
like your back and ass have healed up." Tom commented.
"Yes Sir, they were real sore for a while." His hands played with
my sore cock and balls through the harness.
"Have you managed to shoot a load with this thing on?"
"No Sir, it hurts too much." I was looking down.
"That's the whole idea!" He laughed again, and led me over across
the room. My hands were fastened overhead, and my legs spread
wide. In minutes I was in a tight standing spread-eagle with only
my toes on the floor. "Now we'll talk about your training!" He
sounded stern yet I could tell he was enjoying it.
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"You're only to speak when you're asked a question. You're not
to touch yourself without my permission. And most important,
you're NEVER to shoot your load without my permission. Do you
understand these three things?" He looked into my eyes.
"Yes Sir!" I looked back at him.
"Good, we can get started!" He walked across the room and
returned with ear plugs, and a hood I hadn't seen. The hood had
two rubber bulbs hanging from it! He worked the ear plugs into
my ears and as they expanded, the world went silent. Next he
began working the hood down over my head. When it was about
halfway on, and I could no longer see, I felt rubber tubes being
shoved up my nostrils! Next came a flat rubber piece that was
inserted over my tongue. After much pulling and tugging, the
hood was down to my neck. The hood felt much more bulky than the
others, and it was already getting hot. Breathing through the
tubes was a weird sensation--the air smelled of rubber and talc.
The next sensation was even more strange. The flat piece over my
tongue was growing! I fought my bonds as the thing filled my
mouth pressing my tongue down and spreading my jaws apart--this
was hell! I could only make noise through my nose, and I had no
idea what it sounded like through the tubes. Next, the hood
began to press inward on my head. I figured the hood must have
two layers, and he was inflating the outer one! The pressure
continued until it was like I was underwater or something with
pressure all around. My eyes were especially uncomfortable.
I drifted off in a world of silence and darkness. I could feel
slight breezes on my naked skin, the pull on my arms, the ache in
my balls, the plug in my ass, and smell various odors coming
through the tubes, but little else met my senses. Finally, I
felt his hands on my manhood. He was removing the harness! I
must have been partially hard, as he abused my already sore balls
to get the main ring off. I tried to moan in pain, but the hood
stifled my cries. He played with my dick until it was good and
hard, then turned his attention to the plug. He fucked my
already sore hole with the plug, forcing the widest part past my
sphincter over and over again--it felt hood and hurt at the same
time! My hole was sore from my own large dildo earlier.
When my arms were asleep, and my body aching from hanging by my
arms, he finally let me down. My wrist cuffs were attached
together behind my back, and I was led out of the room and down
stairs. My heart began pounding in my head--not the bathroom
again! I tried to struggle as we went down the stairs, and got a
firm slap on my ass for my trouble. At one point my head must
have hit Tom, and it felt like being in a cocoon--the rubber
balloon just bounced off.
I felt the familiar warmth of the heat lamps next. The heat on
the black rubber hood made things even worse though. My eyes
burned with salty sweat, and my head was swimming in the stuff.
My mouth was dry and my jaws ached from the gag. He was guiding
me down onto the bondage table. In minutes, my legs were high
over head and spread wide, while my arms and head were strapped
rigidly in place. The butt plug was pulled from my ass with a
strong yank and he wiped up the excess lube from around my hole.
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The next sensation caught me completely off guard--he hit my ass
with some kind of paddle! The hits grew in force until my ass
was again on fire. He paused, and the next hit caused me to
scream into my void and fight against my rigid bonds--he had hit
my cock and balls with what felt like a small cat! The next hit
was down my ass crack and centered on my boy hole. He continued
to alternately hit my abused shaft, tortured balls, and hungry
hole until I was in a near panic. Suddenly it stopped.
Nothing happened for a long while, and finally, I could feel
something being wrapped over my exposed chest. It was wide and
stretchy, and soon felt very warm. He continued to wrap from my
neck on down, except it felt like a slice of skin was exposed
across my tits. By the time he reached my waist, I was getting
very hot and sweaty, and could move even less than before! I
could wiggle my finger, toes, and legs, but everything else
refused to respond. I heard something move against my hood, and
couldn't tell what it was. Panic started to take over again.
The next thing I felt was a tugging at my pubic hair. What was
he doing? The tugging continued, and I finally figured out he
was clipping my crotch hair! After he had worked on my entire
crotch and ass area, something cool was spread over my crotch. I
quickly figured out it was menthol shaving cream! It didn't burn
like Liquid Heat or Ben Gay, but it sure felt cold! Next came
the scraping of a razor. He worked for a long while taking his
time, stretching my balls, pulling my cock, and occasionally
shoving a shaving cream coated finger up my ass.
The next sensation was a total surprise. He directed a powerful
shot of hot water at my crotch and ass! I remembered the floor
drain, and realized that everything I was wearing was rubber, so
nothing would be damaged. The water was just a bit too hot and
the stream was powerful against the newly shaved skin. I
screamed through my nose tubes at the pain. The stream quit, and
I felt some kind of soap being applied all over my crotch. He
scrubbed every nook and cranny, and again the hot blast rinsed me
off. I could imagine what my bare crotch must look like--all
pink and clean, with my boy hole exposed down below.
Again he left me alone for a while. The next sensation was of
something cold and burning being poured on my cock--it felt like
alcohol! Was he going to cut me?! Fear caused my hard-on to
disappear. Next, some kind of gel was being worked down my piss
hole! He was going to put something down my shaft! I had only
read about catheters and sounds, and had never thought I would
let anyone do it to me!
I could feel his hands on my cock, but they felt different. I
soon figured out he was wearing latex gloves! Next, something
was at my piss hole, and it was working its way into my shaft!
The thing kept going until it felt as though I was pissing. Was
I? I couldn't tell. The thing felt as though it was down in my
balls, and the inside of my cock was burning from the invasion.
I was hard again.
The harness for a week, the nasty inflatable hood and gag, the
rigid bondage, the tight encasement, the ass spanking, the cock
and ass whipping, the shaving, and now a tube running down my
dick! This was all hard to believe. How long had I been here?
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This was only Friday night, I still had to whole weekend to go!
I had to concentrate on breathing smoothly, and not getting into
a state of panic. While scared, I was still turned on.
Just when I was getting myself under control, I couldn't breath!
He had plugged the nose tubes! I tried to breath around the gag,
but couldn't and I tried to make as much noise as I could through
the hood. After I felt myself start to get dizzy, and was in a
total state of panic, the tubes were opened, and I gasped for all
I was worth. What was he trying to do, kill me! I realized just
how much power he had over me. Bondage was one thing, breathing
was another! It took several minutes for my breathing to return
to normal. I was scared and having second thoughts about Tom.
Next, I felt something probing my ass. I guessed it was an
inflatable nozzle like he had used before. When I felt the
balloons fill, with the inner one pressing against my prostrate,
I only waited for the fluid to start filling my ass. For a long
time, the fluid never came. I just laid there unable to move, a
tube down my cock, balloons in my hole, and confused by everything
that was happening. Despite it all, I was still hard, and I was on
one hell of an adrenalin rush!
Instead of water in my gut, the next thing I felt was a clamp on
my left tit. It hurt like hell, and took my mind away from my
ass. I expected a clamp on the other one, but nothing happened.
With the new pain, my cock seemed to grow even harder! The next
sensation was entirely unexpected. I could feel the pressure in
my bladder growing! He must have been running something into my
catheter! The pressure grew until it was like having to take a
screaming piss. The pain was severe enough that I forgot about
the tit clamp. I moaned into the tubes.
Almost immediately, I felt something hot flowing into my gut. It
was rushing in fast, and with the pressure in my bladder, I
started to cramp badly in a few seconds. The flow continued, and
the second clamp dug into my left nipple--this was all too much!
The pain, the pressure, the bondage, just as I was sure I was
going to go into some kind of shock, the familiar odor of amyl
entered my nostrils through the tubing. I inhaled deeply and
floated off with erotic pain. I must have passed out for a bit,
because the next thing I was aware of was that of relief. I
could feel myself pissing through the catheter, and god it felt
good! It made me forget all the other pain for a few moments,
and I just sort of floated in the sensations.
After letting me piss, I expected to have the nozzle removed from
my ass, but nothing was happening. The clamps were still on my
tits, the hot liquid still filled my gut, the tube was still in
my cock, and the poppers had worn off! I was again on fire with
pain. I waited... Between the hot liquid in my gut, the rubber
around my body, and the heat lamps overhead, I was soaking in hot
sweat. Every ounce of energy had been drained from my body, and
I felt only semi-conscious.
Nothing was happening! Where was he? I knew I couldn't take
much more of this. The waiting went on and on, and I thought I
could hear music playing. I wondered if I was imagining it--I
couldn't hear anything else through the ear plugs and layers of
rubber covering my head. Why would I hear music? It grew louder
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though, and I recognized it as the theme from Chariots of Fire.
I tried to sort through it all in my fuzzy brain. I finally
remembered something being placed on my hood, it must have been a
pair of headphones! The music was something to concentrate on.
After what could have been hours of pain, sweat, cramps, and
agony, I felt a hand on my head, and the music went away. I
could feel the straps across my head being removed. Next, the
gag was shrinking in my mouth! God it felt good to relax my jaws
and move my tongue again! The pressure against my face and head
faded away, and the hood was slowly worked over my chin. The
tubes were pulled from my nose, and the hood was off. I was
greatly relieved to feel the relatively cool air against my
sweaty face! My eyes were full of sweat and crud, so my vision
was blurry. He wiped my eyes, and pulled out the ear plugs.
Tom was wearing the same body harness, and nothing else. In the
mirrors, I could see my body literally wrapped to the bondage
table. There must have been twenty turns of gray rubber about
six inches wide wrapped from my shoulders down to my waist.
There was a small area of skin exposed around my tits, where
Japanese tit clamps were fastened. There was what looked like an
IV bag, and a large enema bag hanging above me, with tubes
running down between my legs. The tube coming out of my cock
disappeared down between my legs. I had to admit I looked hot!
Tom was standing there smiling. I almost started to plead with
him to help me out, but remembered his rules. He walked around
between my legs, and started to pull the tube from my cock, and I
felt a strong urge to piss. I watched the whole thing in
fascination--it was like it wasn't even my cock! He reached for
my tits, and undid the clamps, and I couldn't help but moan in
pain. The blood rushed back into the tortured flesh, and the
pain was incredible!
He tilted the table forward and I knew what was coming. He
worked between my legs, and I could hear air escaping. The
balloons trapped in my poor hole shrunk. The nozzle shot out of my
ass, and despite the situation I was in, I was embarrassed to be
"shitting" all over the end of the bondage table. Tom just stood
off to the side and watched the blast come out of my ass. I
didn't care if he was watching me, it felt good to get the load
out my gut, but the new cramps were hell!
"Feeling better?" It was the first thing I had heard him say
since I'd gotten here.
"Yes Sir, thank you Sir!" I tried to sound eager, but was nearly
exhausted from the heat and agony of it all.
He walked over to the shower area, and turned on one of the
controls. Next he turned on the overhead fans. He returned with
a shower nozzle, and directed the spray onto my crotch. The warm
water struck my crotch--it felt good. My cock was hard again,
and as he washed me down he would stroke it now and then. I
watched in the mirrors as he washed me down and cleaned off the
bench and floor. He directed the spray over my head, and washed
my entire body down. The water felt strange against the rubber
wrapping my midsection.
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He shut the water off, and returned with a latex gag. I knew
that the scene wasn't over yet! I tried to beg him not to gag me
by using my eyes, but he simply forced the gag between my teeth,
and strapped it around my head. He fastened my head back down
and left the room, and I lay there looking at the ceiling mirrors
at my nearly naked form.
When he returned, and was again in my view, I was terrified to
see that he had a small box with wires hanging out of it. I
moaned into the gag in protest, he simply smiled at me and said:
"What's the matter, haven't you ever heard of electrotorture?"
He set the box down where I couldn't see it. "It can really be
quite a turn-on... as long as I don't crank it up too far!" He
was obviously enjoying himself, and although my cock was rock
hard, I was scared as hell--this was all new to me.
"Of course, being as your dripping wet, this baby might be a
little more than your novice ass can handle!" He adjusted the
table and my leg chains so that I was tilted the other way with
my head down. He looked into my eyes as he stroked my cock with
one hand, and worked a finger into my ass with the other. "From
the looks of your boy dick, though, you want it real bad!" I
tried to say "NO" into the gag, and move my head back and forth.
"I don't remember asking you a question! Would you like me to
put the hood back on?" I again tried to say NO into the gag, and
shook my head from side to side as much as I could in my bondage.
"Take a look at this!" He held a T shaped chrome object near my
face. I quickly figured out it was a metal butt plug! He lubed
it up with something from a tube, and worked it into my ass.
"This plug has a lot of contact area, in order for you to feel
anything in your ass, we'll need another larger contact somewhere
else! You see, the smallest contact feels the most pain..." He
seemed to enjoy explaining the situation to me. He went over to
the cabinets and pulled out two large sponges and copper plates.
He poured something on them, and grabbed a few rubber straps. He
then set about strapping the sponges and plates to my feet!
He hooked an alligator clip to each plate, and one to the butt
plug. "Are you ready?" I didn't know if I was supposed to
respond. "I asked you if you're ready!" A jolt hit my ass that
felt a lot like a thousand needles being shot into my poor hole!
At least the pain was gone as quick as it came, but my heart was
pounding faster, and I was completely tense waiting for another
shock. This was wild! My cock was standing straight up.
I was watching his face looking for a clue as to when he would
hit me again, but nothing happened. He just stood there between
my legs with that wicked smile on his face. His cock was hard,
and he was stroking it with one hand. His other hand was hidden
from my view. Just as I started to relax again, another jolt
ripped through my ass. This one seemed stronger than the last,
and I screamed into the gag as the pain shot into me. "You like
that?" I was still recovering from the last jolt. Another jolt
ripped into me. "I asked you a question!" I nodded yes and
tried to say "YES" into the gag. "Good, because this hummer's
only set on "3" and I've had it up to "10" when I've used it on
REAL bottoms." His voice was getting more patronizing.
"Another hit tore into me, and then another, they continued, each
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one seeming stronger than the last! I was out of control. With
each hit a grunt would escape from around the gag, and my legs
would shudder against the chains. There were probably ten hits
in all. "Well, now we've worked up to "4", still feel good?" I
madly shook my had from side to side, and moaned "NO's" into gag
as I tried to catch my breath. I couldn't believe it was only
set on "4" it felt more like being connected to a lightning rod!
He stroked my still rock hard cock, and started a running dialog:
"How long's it been since you shot a load eh?" I just looked at
him obviously unable to respond. "I asked you a question?!" I
tried to say "NO". "What kind of answer is that? Perhaps this
will help!" Another shock ripped into my tortured hole. I tried
to say "NO" again. "Well, let's try a different question, would
you like to shoot a hot load right now?" He stroked my cock
firmly. I hesitated, and answered no. "What do you mean NO! I
guess you want more torture first!" A stronger shock ripped into
me. He held the box up where I could see the front. There were
several controls. One was labeled "auto/manual", another
"repitition rate", another "manual hit", and the last control was
labeled "intensity". The last knob was set to a little above "4"
on the panel--he wasn't kidding about the setting!
He turned the knob up to "10" and placed his finger on the
"manual hit" button. I looked at him and started saying "NO"
over and over into the gag--he wouldn't do that to me would he?
"I didn't ask you a question!" He hollered. He pulled the box
back down where I couldn't see it. A jolt ripped through my ass
followed by many more in rapid succession. He pulled both his
hands up where I could see them between blinks of pain. The damn
thing was on "automatic" and would go on shocking me as long as
he wanted--I thought I was going to die!
After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably more like
thirty seconds, he switched it off, and I fell limp, barely aware
of my surroundings. My chest was heaving as much as the tight
rubber would allow, and the air hissed through my nose and around
my gag. This was pure hell! I looked down, and was surprised
to see my cock still standing straight up! He removed the
sponges from my feet, and I figured it was over. How wrong I
was! He started working a steel cock ring down over my cock
head. He used the stuff in the tube to lube it up to get it over
my swollen glans. The ring finally slipped past, and settled
into place just behind the head. He connected a wire to the one
soldered to the ring, and smiled down at me.
"Now we can have some real fun! Remember what I said about the
smaller contact area... This time, your boy cock is going to feel
all the fun! Should we start with this thing set of five?" I
was scared, and started to moan into the gag. "What's the
matter, you want the hood again? I think that can be arranged!"
He went over, rinsed out the hood, and started working it over my
head. In went the ear plugs, nostril tubes, and the gag, and
soon I was surrounded in uncomfortable silence and darkness
again.
I lay there for a long time wondering when I would feel the jolt
in my cock. It seemed like hours. I was desperately trying to
hear, feel, or smell something, but nothing seemed any different.
Finally, a strong jolt ripped through my cock that I thought my
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heart stopped! I had gone soft with all the waiting, and I could
feel my shaft fill with blood and lift up off my belly! Another
shock hit me, followed by another. Then, just as the scent of
amyl filled my nostrils, he flipped it to auto and a steady flow
of pulses raged through my tortured dick. When I managed to take
another breath, the amyl grew stronger, and so did the shocks! I
was vaguely aware of clamps being placed on my already tortured
nipples, and then of a cat coming down on my jumping cock!
The pain was incredible, yet I grew detached and floated off into
a world of euphoria... The frequency of the pulses changed from
about one a second, to many times that, and I felt a thrill
unlike any I'd ever imagined! The cum blew out of the end of my
cock, and my whole body was centered around the steady stream of
spasms being injected into my cock. It seemed to control my
orgasm! I just shot, and shot, until I passed out. As I
recovered from the popper haze, I realized that the tit clamps
were gone, the shocks had stopped, and the plug was no longer in
my ass. I felt more satisfied that I can ever remember...
My head was unstrapped, and the hood removed. As my vision
cleared, I looked into mirrors and was shocked that the gray
rubber covering my chest was literally covered in cum! There
were splatters everywhere! Tom was standing there, and had a
satisfied look on his face. I just lay there like a dead man
looking around...
"I think that's a good start for the weekend, ready for bed?" I
weakly croaked "Yes Sir" and he started unwrapping the rubber
strip from around the table. He helped me to my feet, and guided
me up the stairs to the playroom. Like before, I was chained to
the bed, with a spreader bar between my legs. The pain of my ass
on the sheet, was hell, but I didn't care, I had a smile on my
face a mile wide, and all I wanted was sleep. I was glad I'd
come back...
TO BE CONTINUED...
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