I woke when I heard the stable gate open. Shirtless guard walked in. It was the only way I knew him and each of the three guards always were dressed the same as if it was their personal uniform to either be shirtless, in a tank or tee. I think shirtless guard took pride in his ability to humiliate me or at least try to.
He walked with purpose towards me and commanded me on my knees. I complied. He took out a set of keys and removed one of the handcuffs from in front of me before securing my wrists behind my back.
“It’s feeding time, pig,” he scowled at me. He used one of his boots to clear away a portion of the hay and dust from the concrete floor. He then left the stable and disappeared for a moment in the barn. When he returned he had a plastic container in his hands. He lowered it within my eyesight for me to look at. It was some type of beans with other unidentifiable ingredients in a thick sauce. I looked at the food and then up at him. He had that smirk on his face again that I’ve determined is never good. He took the container and tipped it upside down so the food fell out and landed in the open space on the floor he made with his boot. He made sure to tap the plastic container on the floor so all the food came out.
“Pigs eat from the floor,” he said. I just continued to kneel looking at him and then the food on the floor and back again.
Continue reading 10 Days in Detention – Part 26
It wasn’t all that late in the evening when I was taken from John’s place by van to Dan’s seemingly remote camp. I’m guessing it was only about 10 PM when I was placed in the sludge pit. He instructed the guards that took me to make sure I was here until dawn and make the experience effective. Dawn was over 8 hours away.
The sludge was slimy, gritty, dirty and smelly. It had splashed onto my arms and face from the water bucket toss and had dried cake like on me. Any time I moved the upper arms or my head I could feel the tug between the dried sludge and my skin. Below the sludge line my entire body and every orifice felt like the slimy concoction had made its way in. If I wriggled, and I did that a lot, it just made it worse. I couldn’t help but move. My jaw line was resting on the top of the sludge.
Every now and again I slightly lifted myself up a few inches which created a small wave of motion so when I dropped back down again there was a ripple effect that would almost cascade towards me and possibly into my mouth if I wasn’t careful. I hesitated to attempt any sleep as I thought nodding off would have my head tilt forward and the sludge would make its way into the mouth. Keeping me so low to the sludge surface made sure I was going to have to stay awake, spend physical energy and endure this setup.
Continue reading 10 Days in Detention – Part 25
Dan and I had fallen asleep after he pulled me on the bed. When I woke I was still wearing the leather collar around my neck, had the leather wrist cuffs on and was still cuffed behind my back along with the leather ankle cuffs locked together. Dan was spooning me with his stomach to my back. He realized I was awake and moved his arm over my body and started massaging my nipples. His lips were placing gentle kisses on the back of my neck, and I moaned in pleasure.
“Someone is happy, I think,” Dan said to me while continuing to pleasure me.
“Yes, Daniel,” I whispered between moans.
He gently rolled me over to face him and greeted me with his smile. He was such a hot guy. I was genuinely attracted to him. I felt safe and cared for whenever I was with him, even when he was applying aspects of pain and humiliation. It’s a strange knowledge understanding that someone who apparently cares for you in return, as Dan does, can be so brutal at times. Yet, it’s what I ask to have happen and he and John have obliged. I think John loves me, too, but in a different way. For John it’s like a brotherly love. He’s looking out for me and over me. Daniel and I may be growing into something else if we let it go there.
“You’re thinking about something. What is it? I can see the change in your face,” Daniel said to me. He caught me.
“Daniel, all of this is amazing in one respect. And yes, you figured out I’m starting to have feelings for you. I don’t know why or how. It just is. And you said as much when you had me on the bed spread eagle. Yet, I don’t think I know all that much about you or you about me. I’d like to get to know Daniel.”
Continue reading 10 Days in Detention – Part 24
From the end of Part 22:
We had finished eating and were continuing to talk when he looked across at me and slightly grinned, saying, “It’s a hot afternoon, don’t you think? Take the tank top off. I want to see you shirtless with that collar more readily visible.” I did as he asked and was slightly embarrassed and he knew it. We continued talking for a few more minutes with me thinking everyone was looking at me. I’m sure that wasn’t true as there were other guys shirtless outside, also, but it felt like it. I was the only guy wearing a locked on collar, after all.
In the car I was cuffed again, shirtless and barefoot still. Dan drove us back to my place and once inside he had me kneel in front of him while he sat on the sofa.
“Let’s talk about the weekend I want you to spend with me. But we can do that after a little more play, yes?”
“Yes, Daniel,” I responded. I enjoyed being on my knees in front of him. He looked so hot sitting on the sofa smiling down and across at me.
Daniel leaned forward and lightly kissed me on the lips. When he pulled back he took his fingers and started to lightly massage my nipples which immediately had me moaning, eyes closed, head starting to tilt back and a raging boner in my jeans leaking pre-cum. His fingers were so gentle and my nipples were so hard wired my breathing changed and I started to slowly pant.
“Easy boy,” Daniel said to me as he continued to massage the tips of the nipples and he saw the changes that were happening to me.
Continue reading 10 Days in Detention – Part 23
Through all the torments, pain and submission of the weekend I had no idea what day it was when John and Dan were finished with me. Dan and I had dozed off on the dungeon bed and I’m sure I slept for several hours. When I woke up Dan was still cuddling next to me with his hand over my chest holding me lightly. He was naked. At some point he must have stripped off the jeans while I was sleeping. We were facing each other and he had that wonderful smile on his face as he looked into my eyes. I was slowly coming to.
“You are so cute when you sleep,” Dan said. That made me smile and I perked up, leaned in and gently kissed him on the lips.
“We should get you home soon and let you relax.”
“What day is it?” I asked since I had no idea.
“It’s early Tuesday morning,” Dan replied, “so you have all day to relax and rest up before going back to work tomorrow. Are you ready to be released?”
Continue reading 10 Days in Detention – Part 22
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I remained kneeling in the center of the dungeon for a while. I thought back to the last few hours and how Dan treated me with kindness and acknowledged there was more than a connection between us. I looked forward to being able to explore that in the future. But for now I waited for what would definitely be a painful and difficult experience.
I continued to ponder why I wanted this. What drives a man to submit willingly to another man whose intention is to inflict pain, humiliate and subjugate his prisoner? It’s carefully carried out and both men enter into the arrangement with full knowledge of what will happen. At the conclusion both men appreciate and thank the other for the opportunity to engage in these real roles. Why do I want to experience pain? Why do I want to be made to service John and Dan? Why am I attracted to them and this play? I guess I’ll never really know or perhaps don’t really want to understand. It fills a purpose. It fills a need. And here I am, naked, handcuffed, on knees waiting for the next punishment and training period.
I heard the door open and immediately my pulse quickened. I felt their presence in front of and behind me.
Continue reading 10 Days in Detention – Part 21
When Dan returned I heard something or some things land on the floor. It wasn’t a big thud but Dan had clearly brought some items with him from the other side of the dungeon. Next I heard a zipper. A few seconds later I heard fabric moving. Dan was taking off his pants. I had my head turned towards the wall so I couldn’t see Dan or what was happening.
“Pull your legs together,” Dan ordered.
I had been spread eagle as previously instructed.
Dan got onto the bed near my mid-section and then straddled himself over my butt with his legs on either side of my legs. I felt skin on skin and as he settled in and I his cock touched my butt. Dan was naked. His skin against mine felt good. He started to lean down on me with his hands placed on either side of my head and then his full weight came down with his head nestled against my head’s right side. This felt amazing.
Continue reading 10 Days in Detention – Part 20
The scream echoed through the cell. Even from behind the muzzle it was loud or at least I thought it was. As I was in a dark cell, isolated with hard walls where the sound bounced around, anything that had a level of volume to it seemed louder. Then again, the pain I was in so quickly from this compression position was more than intense.
At first the immediate concern was breathing. John and Dan did a first-rate job of making sure my knees were as tight against my chest as they possibly could be with the ankles pulled in just as tight. My ability for lung expansion was labored, at best. Being in complete darkness didn’t help. Without sight the head can only focus on touch and the other senses. They become magnified. Like the scream, the sound of air inhaling and exhaling when it’s the entire focus of your existence takes on a completely higher status.
Being chained off and head held up also meant little to no body movement of any kind along with the compression position. Muscles throughout my body were aching quickly.
Continue reading 10 Days in Detention – Part 19