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After going to dinner, I took Matt home which was only two blocks from me. We lived super close to each other. We arranged for me to spend time at his place next weekend. Matt promised me 24 hours of difficult, strenuous, and limit pushing bondage that would make me suffer. When he said that I didn’t respond right away. Matt looked directly in the eyes and waited while I processed what he said. I finally nodded my head in agreement and his facial expression went to his shit grinned look. It made me smile but I also knew there was determination behind his comment and his look. We said our goodbyes and he left the car and went into his house. I drove the short distance home and started to think about the next weekend. What would happen?
Matt and I connected each day throughout the week. Through text messages and phone calls he made sure to check up on me and make sure I was OK after the prisoner weekend at Daniel’s place. It also gave me a chance to check up on him after his revelation about Brian and his interest in him and wanting a relationship. It was clear he had been thinking about it and something inside me said he was going to take the initiative soon and tell Brian how he felt.
Matt told me he would give me final instructions on Friday just before I was going to head to his place to surrender. He also said not to be overly confident once I understood what the 24 hours was going to be like. I thought that was an interesting comment. Then again, there’s been a few times during this journey when I thought an experience looked easy to endure only to find out how sinister it could be.
Friday arrived and I made it home from work at a reasonable hour. I gave Matt a call and let him know I had arrived at home.
“Are you still wanting to do this? 24 hours as my captive?” Matt asked.
“Of course,” I responded. “Why wouldn’t I want to move forward?”
“Are you good with complete submission?” Matt asked.
“I’m going to ask again,” Matt started, “are you good with complete submission?”
The fact he asked a second time had me stop and think about it. He wouldn’t ask unless he was planning something that was going to either push me or challenge me. After about a half minute I responded.
“I trust you, Matt. I’m ready to submit completely to you, Sir.”
Matt chuckled, “Good boy, there. Remember, you said complete submission. You are to start by taking a shower and cleaning yourself inside and out.” Earlier in the week Matt had suggested I get a douche kit even though anal play was still a limit for me. He didn’t tell me why but said it would come into play soon. He wasn’t kidding. I’m assuming I wasn’t going to be able to take a dump once we started.
“When you are done, call me back and I’ll give you the rest of the instructions,” Matt said.
We hung up our call and I did as he instructed. I took an extra-long, hot shower and enjoyed being under the spray for a while. It felt good to be human. I finished up, toweled off and called Matt back.
“Showered and cleaned out, Sir,” I said as he picked up the call.
“Good boy, there. Are you naked?”
“Excellent. Find your chain collar and padlock and put it on. I’ll wait and I want to hear the click of the padlock over the phone,” Matt said.
I put the phone down, found the collar and padlock and went back to the phone. The phone was on the bed, so I knelt down, placed the chain around my neck and leaned forward to the phone as I clicked the padlock on.
“I love that sound,” Matt said through the phone. “Good boy. Next, put on a pair of loose-fitting gym shorts.”
I went to the drawer with my gym clothes and found a loose-fitting pair of shorts and put them on. I was tenting the shorts as I was getting rock hard.
I picked up the phone and said, “Done, Sir.”
“Good, now you’re ready. Grab your house keys, padlock key, and walk to my place. You are not to bring anything else.”
I wasn’t expecting that. Matt and I did live only two blocks from each other, but I thought he would have me drive over. I think Matt could tell my hesitancy as I didn’t respond to him right away.
“What’s the matter, boy?” he asked.
“Sir, I’m wearing the chain collar and only loose shorts. My cock is at full mast. What if one of the neighbors sees me walking over. It’s sort of indecent,” I said.
“You will have to work through that. You said complete submission to me, didn’t you?” he asked. “This is a set of tests. Will you follow my instructions? Will you find a way to not be hard and control your body? Will you be proud of that collar around your neck or walked hunched over like a scared kid? And you’re barefoot, too, I might add. Ask yourself who you are and what you are doing? Then, make a decision. I’m going to hang up now and either you are here in 20 minutes or don’t bother coming over.” With that Matt ended the call.
Matt was right. This was a series of tests all rolled into one. He was helping me control my thoughts and emotions by doing this. I would need to do far better if I was going to spend 10 days in detention. I took long, deep breaths and concentrated for a few moments. In that time my hard on went down. I immediately grabbed the house keys, padlock key, and headed out the door.
It was a nice evening out. The temperature was perfect. The sun was still high in the sky and not quite setting yet and the warmth felt good on my body. I thought to myself I wouldn’t have done this a year ago. I also didn’t like the way I looked a year ago. Now, I still wasn’t in great shape, but the exercise and eating plan over the last few months were starting to show improvement. I stood up straight and walked.
I felt leaves and other debris on the sidewalk as my bare feet made contact with the concrete each step along the way. I thought to myself, this isn’t so bad. Maybe I should take barefoot walks more often. It wasn’t long before I reached Matt’s house.
As I got closer, I could see him outside on his porch leaning against a post waiting for me. He was wearing jeans, shirtless and barefoot. As he took site of me, he put that shit-grinned face on that I liked so much. Yes, he owned me today. I’d have to get back at him at some point.
“Welcome, boy. Come on in,” he said as he opened the door for me to go inside.
Matt’s place was nice. This was the first time I had been inside having only dropped him off previously. The living room, dining room and kitchen area were all open concept and well appointed. This was not a bachelor’s pad of someone in their late 30’s.
“You like it?” Matt asked.
“Yes, someone definitely has the gay decorating gene.” We both laughed. My back was to Matt, and he came up behind me and pulled me into a hug from behind.
“Thank you for trusting me.”
“It took me a moment to understand what you were doing. Once I understood it was an easy decision.”
“I’m glad. I’ll give you the nickel tour tomorrow. Now it’s time to get started.” With that Matt pulled the gym shorts down and I was naked. He grabbed my hands and pulled them behind me and pushed me down the hall to the last door and into what I suspect was a bedroom. It was his play space.
The room was large with an adjoining bathroom.
“This is supposed to be the master bedroom,” Matt started, “I just sleep in the smaller bedroom so why not use this space for a more useful purpose.
The walls were painted a dark grey and with white trim around the baseboards and doors. Track lighting illuminated the room in a warm blue tone color. A steel puppy cage sat in the far corner with a ladder-back bondage chair in the opposite corner. Two heavy beams with an attached cross beam were planted just in front of the wall having been thoroughly attached to the wall and ceiling. D rings and attachment points were plentiful on the cross beam and along the two posts. I noticed two cameras mounted into opposite corners of the room. Matt sensed my hesitation.
“The cameras are CCTV only so I can keep an eye on my sub while I’m not in the room. They don’t broadcast. Same idea as at John’s place.” I nodded my head yes, that I understood.
In the center of the room was a bondage table made from slats of wood wrapped in black padded leather. Cross pieces kept the slats evenly spaced apart. The table was about 8 feet long.
Matt walked me over to the table and had me put my hands on it.
“Does it feel comfy?” he asked.
“Yes.” The padding was well done and had a good amount of cushion to it.
Matt continued, “I’m glad you think so. You’re going to spend the next 24 hours strapped to that table on your back. Once I secure you down you aren’t being released for 24 hours.”
I turned to make eye contact with him. He gave me a slight nod to indicate he meant what he said.
“It’s time to start,” Matt said. “Get up on the table and lie down, hands at your sides.”
I did as instructed and Matt then took leather belts of various lengths and started to strap me down. Straps went around the ankles, knees, thighs, waist, chest, upper arms, biceps and wrists. By the time he was done I didn’t have much movement available to me. Matt walked out of the room and returned with the keys to my collar. He removed the collar and then bent over and kissed me. We hadn’t said anything to each other since he started strapping me down. He brought over a large posture collar with D rings and placed it on me. A strap on each side through a D ring kept my head otherwise immobilized.
“Don’t worry,” Matt said breaking the silence, “that collar will be one of the few items that doesn’t stay on the entire time. It looks like you still have a little too much movement possible.”
Again, he walked away and when he returned, he had a roll of black electrical tape. He proceeded to tape down each individual finger. My brain was kicking in quickly.
“Tell me what is happening?” Matt asked.
“You’ve taken away all possibility of movement. Over time my body will start to reject the lack of movement. Pain will exist throughout my muscles due to their inability to move and stretch. Yes?” I said as a question.
“You are partially, right, boy,” Matt started. “That is the 24 hours part of our little program for you. Throughout though that time, I have a naked, vulnerable, completely screwed sub to play with. And I will take full advantage of that situation as your body takes care of you in other, not so hospitable ways.” Matt chuckled at that last statement.
Matt then leaned into my face and looked at me, eyes to eyes. He smiled and said, “I’m not letting you out, please understand that. You are screwed. And I intend to inflict pain on you in very overt ways in addition to your body revolting against you as the 24 hours continues. I’m going to say it again. You’re screwed. But now a question, do you trust me?”
Well, that was awkward. He asks if I trust him after saying twice, I’m screwed.
“Dave, I want you to know I expect you to be very angry with me 24 hours from now. Do you understand? Do you understand what that means? And do you trust me?”
“Yes, although I don’t think I’ll be angry with you.”
“You will, and you haven’t answered my question. Do you trust me, Dave?”
I waited before answering. There was something very different about how Matt was asking me and his reference to being angry with him when this was all over. I was confused.
“I’m not sure,” I answered.
“Thank you for that, Dave. I appreciate your honesty. What aren’t you sure about?” Matt asked.
“I do trust you but your comment about being angry with you I’m not sure. I’m confused.”
“Part of this 24 hours is to see if you can take real pain. I’m going to give you real pain. You won’t be able to stop it. That’s one of the reasons I chose this method to restrain you. You’re just an object for me to experiment on once we start. I have every confidence that you will think some of what is about to happen you will not be able to handle, but I won’t stop. I know you can take it if you just understand how to channel the pain and your mental thoughts. Do I start knowing that once I do start you are screwed for 24 hours? Or do we call it all off now? I’m giving a choice I didn’t think I would give you. You have to consent if we move forward. I’ll say it again, there will be real pain.”
Matt looked down at me on the table and I just looked back at him. My brain was saying “Stop” and get out. Why do you want to have this done to you? No one in their right mind does this. I also kept thinking about the experiences so far. I’ve been pushed and taken more. I thought I had experienced pain, but Matt is telling me not to the degree he will inflict.
“I consent,” I said. I heard it come out of my mouth before I actually thought the words.
Matt nodded his head and stepped away. I was breathing heavily and told myself to get it under control.
Matt brought back a pair of nipple clamps and showed them to me. He then took off the rubber guards on the teeth and showed me the clamps. I tried to shake my head no but couldn’t move much. I gritted my teeth. With the posture collar on I couldn’t see my chest and what Matt was doing as he took the clamps out of my sight. It was searing pain that went through my right nipple and I screamed out.
“No, no, no, stop…” I screamed.
I started to cry. It took about a minute for me to control my emotions. Matt stepped into my field of sight.
“You bastard,” I snarled at him.
“I said you would be angry with me,” Matt said. “Your choice, stop or continue? The other clamp isn’t on yet.”
“Fuck you,” I responded.
“You didn’t answer my question. Stop or continue?”
“Fuck…… you,” I said with a lot of space between the two words.
“Again, stop or continue,” Matt again asked.
I just looked at him.
He grabbed my face with his hand and squeezed hard. It hurt and there was almost a violence behind it. I was in a wave of emotions mentally and the pain to my right nipple wasn’t subsiding.
Matt looked into my eyes and said, “Answer the fucking question. Stop or continue? Now!” Matt yelled at me.
“Continue,” I yelled and then started uncontrollable sobbing. The sobbing was interrupted by the searing pain in my left nipple when the clamp went on. Both nipples were on fire. What have I done to myself?
Matt walked out of the play space and left me alone with my pain. I quickly started breathing exercises and attempted to channel the pain. Whether I was mildly successful or just the pain subsiding on its own it got to a level that was very difficult, but I was able to just handle barely. I continued to control my breathing and it seemed to help.
Matt returned a short while later and looked down on me. He was expressionless. He moved out of my sight.
I screamed when I felt the searing pain come back to my right nipple and again to the left nipple a moment later. Matt came back in view and looked down at me.
“You bastard, what did you do?” I yelled at him.
“I took the clamps off,” he responded. “That was 30 minutes. I’m going to let you rest for a while.”
When Matt came back, he asked how I was. I didn’t respond. I was angry at him. But why? He was clear on what was going to happen, and I said continue. There was a lot of silence as Matt looked down at me. My emotions were everywhere.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” I finally said. Matt nodded his understanding.
“That won’t be the last time you have those emotions. I know. I’ve been in your place.” Matt let out a sigh of relief after he said that. I had the impression Matt was uncomfortable with the situation.
“I’m not letting you out early. We’ve started. You’re an hour in. 23 hours to go.”
Matt had a rhythm to the torture sequence. A period of time of active pain infliction followed by time to recover, or sleep, for both of us. As the hours went by, I experienced ball slapping, ball crushing, electro with sounding, more nipple clamp play with overhead weights, bastinado on the feet, face slapping and riding crop use. As the hours progressed, I felt my body stiffen and during the breaks I tried to move around without much luck. The combination of the overt pain infliction and the tight bondage had me emotionally a basket case by the time the session ended. The last torture, bastinado, had me screaming obscenities at Matt and calling him every name in the book. He kept going. He didn’t stop. I was still screaming at him when he had finished and walked out.
It was several minutes before he returned. I looked into his eyes, and I could tell he had been crying. I wasn’t the only one this took an emotional toll on. I immediately felt bad.
Matt started to ever so slowly remove the straps from my body. He took his time. We didn’t say anything to each other. When he had finished, I continued to lie on the table slowly moving limbs ever so slightly. Matt stood by me the entire time and just waited. He looked horrible. Days from now I was wondering if I would think this experience was a mistake for both of us. I managed to get myself in a sitting position and swing my legs out over the table’s edge. Matt moved so he was directly in front of me. I put my arms out and he understood. He moved forward and we hugged. And we cried. And we sobbed. It was cathartic for both of us. Maybe I needed this to be able to continue. Time will tell.
Matt got me into the bathroom and started the shower. When it was warm, he smiled at me, tilted his head and started to walk out. I stopped him. My hands went to his jeans and pulled them off. I led him into the shower with me. We held each other under the warm spray for a long time. When the hug broke off, I gave him a deep kiss.
“Thank you,” I said. “I realize how hard it was on you to do what you did.” Matt just nodded his head and didn’t say anything.
“When we are done, we should talk, ok?” I asked him. He shook his head yes. It felt strange that I was the one comforting him. We took our time washing each other. I was sore and hurting from the different types of pain Matt had inflicted. I was also hungry since Matt had only given me a few power bars and water throughout the ordeal.
We finished up, dried off and went into his bedroom and sat side by side on the edge of his bed. We were holding hands in silence for a while not looking at each other. I stared off straight ahead focusing on the floor in front of me. The only sounds were the breaths we were each taking. Matt finally broke the silence.
“I need to feed you,” Matt said. I turned toward him and nodded my head yes.
Matt got dressed. He then grabbed my shorts and I stood up and put them on. He then pulled me into a tight hug and neither one of us let got for a long time. He drove me home we went inside. Matt waited while I got some clothes on to go out in – jeans, tee shirt and flip flops, of course. He smiled when I appeared in the hall coming back from the bedroom. We drove to a hamburger place and sat outside and mostly ate in silence. Every now and again one or the other of us would use our bare feet to rub against the other’s leg. The wall was coming down.
Matt drove me back to my house and pulled into the driveway but didn’t turn the car off. I looked over at him and took his hand.
“Stay the night, please,” I asked. He thought about it for a moment and then turned the car off.
When we got inside, we stripped each other down immediately and explored each other’s bodies right there. It was tender and slow. We kissed and there were tears. Emotions were still high and needed to be let out. I led Matt to the bedroom and into bed. We cuddled with each other and continued to explore in the most tender and supportive way. No words were spoken between us. Matt finally moved his naked body against mine, chest touching chest, arms over each other’s shoulders and he nestled his head into my shoulder. He gave out a huge sigh. We both finally gave into our exhaustion, physical and emotional, and drifted off to sleep. The conversation would have to wait until morning.
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