10 Days in Detention – Part 35

By socalbd

socalbd metalbond prison libraryAs I started to stir, I felt the warmth of Daniel’s body against mine.  Sometime during the night, I had rolled over to my other side and Daniel must have pulled me in tight.  Our midsections were touching, and our legs were intertwined.  His arm was over my torso pulling me close with my head in his chest.  It was a warm and safe place to be.  I snuggled into him to get closer, not that I could really be any closer than I already was to him.

“You are such a hot guy, you know that right?” he whispered in my ear.

“How did you know I was awake?”

“Your breathing pattern changed and that cock of yours started pulsing.  That, and the smile that came across your face after you realized where you are.”  He chuckled to himself when he said that.

I opened my eyes and looked up at him from where I was nestled into his chest.

“I’m a lucky guy, too.  I’m in bed with you,” I said.

“Well, all good things must come to an end,” he said as he rolled over, unlocking himself from our intertwined position and exited the bed for the bathroom. I could hear him taking care of his morning routine and I substituted his pillow for his body, pulling it close and snuggling with it.  I could smell Daniel’s scent in the pillow.  It felt safe.  He kept me safe, even when it wasn’t pleasant.  I thought back to last night and all that had happened.  The public aspect of it all.  Being on display on the patio. Being played with by Greg and on display in the cell for several hours.  Daniel, and John, set all that up for me. Paid for it.  Asked Greg to help.  He was obviously someone they trusted.  Cameras watching me when I was alone.  These two put me through some challenging and interesting experiences and always there is a level of security and safety built in. They don’t take chances.  Yes, I could trust them.  I did trust them.  And I was falling for Daniel in such a short time.

When Daniel appeared, it was my turn to use the bathroom.  I did my morning routine including a shower and met up with him in the kitchen where he had breakfast going on the stove.  He was a good cook, too, it appeared.  So many talents in this guy.

I walked up to the side of him and instinctively put my hand on his back.  We were both only wearing jeans.  He took his arm and pulled me into his side as he used his free hand to flip on omelet he had going.  He leaned over and kissed me on the forehead.

“Can you get each of us some orange juice out of the frig?” he asked.

I got us the orange juice and finished setting the table while he plated our breakfasts and joined me.

We talked about the events of the night prior and my thoughts.  I told him I was good with what happened.  Surprised, in a good way, for sure, but happy with the result.  I told him there were a few times I wanted to end it, but I just kept telling myself to trust him and John and to keep going.  He smiled when I said that.

“Why are you smiling?” I asked.

“Because you do trust us.  You’ve found ways to keep going with all we put you through and part of that is the trust you have in us.  We will always keep you safe and watched over even when you think you aren’t being watched.  John was truthful last night when he said he thought we would have to come get you a couple of times.  Both us at one point or another started to get up from the table and then as we continued to watch you in the app we saw how you found a way to cope and settled down.  It was fun to watch but also educational for us to understand the process you go through physically and mentally to push through a particularly difficult physical situation.”

We talked more about the night and what I liked and didn’t like. Daniel was taking mental notes.

“…and Greg is a really hot guy,” I said at one point.  “When we were walking through the bar to the backroom, he kept the palm of his hand in the center of my back. He would move it up and down as I shuffled along always maintaining a light contact.  I don’t know why, but that helped me to trust him.”

I told Daniel I would like to connect with Greg again and that I was going to call him.  Daniel asked if I wanted to submit to Greg again, make Greg submit to me, or suffer alongside him.  I said all three, but not maybe in the same day.  We both laughed.  Daniel told me Greg texted him while I was in the shower and thanked Daniel for including him last night and introducing us, as it were.  Greg wants to meet up again and Daniel asked if it were OK to invite him along to dinner on Sunday night before I drive back. I thought that would be a great idea.

We got the kitchen cleaned up and Daniel announced we were going to take a hike today.  The hike would take about four to five hours and give us time alone on the trail to talk.  But first we had to get into our hiking gear.  I wondered what that was going to be.

In the bedroom, Daniel opened his drawers to pull out a pair of shorts, jock strap, tank top and no-show socks.  He also grabbed a baseball hat from behind the door.  He then grabbed my bag from the floor and pulled out a jock strap, no-show socks and my baseball cap.  That was it.  I looked at him and tilted my head.

He walked toward me, pulled on the chain still around my neck – oh yeah, we were both still collared, hot! – and looked me in the eyes.

“You have a question?” he asked.

“No shorts?” I asked.

“Nope, not for you.  I want to see those cheeks when I’m behind you.  And don’t worry.  The trail starts behind the barn and goes into the woods.  It’s mostly a shaded hike and even though it’s public land, it’s private since the trail head starts on my property.  And if you haven’t figured out from the fact I’ve essentially got a POW camp set up just outside my backdoor and a dungeon in the barn, it’s not like I have close neighbors to be able to do all this here so openly.”

It made sense.

We stripped off the jeans and got dressed.  Well, he got dressed. I got… hmmm… yeah, the jock strap, socks and shoes was about it with the baseball cap.  This was going to be fun.  John was pushing me again in a subtle but commanding way.

In the living room there were two backpacks he had prepared.  He said there was sun lotion in them, bug spray, water bottles and some other items, if needed on the hike.  He didn’t anticipate any issues but was being prepared.  He grabbed his phone and put it in his pocket, also.  As we left the house through the backdoor, he said there was a couple of more items in the barn to bring along before we hit the trail.

The air felt good against my skin as we walked towards the barn.  Maybe only wearing a jock was going to be a good thing today.  I had to get over showing off my body.  I was starting to look good with all the gym work and eating modifications.  I wasn’t going to be a jock, but I was starting to look mildly athletic with some more weight yet to lose.

At the barn, Daniel went inside and disappeared in the semi-darkness as I stood outside.  I had put on my sunglasses before we left the house at Daniel’s suggestion.  Even with the baseball cap on the sunglasses were a good call.  It was going to be a bright day.

When Daniel emerged, he had sets of shackles in his hands.  He walked over to me, knelt, and placed them on the ground.  He had also grabbed sets of black wrap which he placed around each of my ankles securing them on with the velcro.  Next the ankle shackles were locked on.  There was about 18 inches of chain between the shackles.  Daniel stood up and repeated the process with the wrists although the chain was only about 12 inches long.

“Some incentive for you today as you hike.  You do well and there may be a prize for you out there before we double back.  Understood?” he asked.

“Yes, Daniel.  Thank you, Daniel,” I replied.  He smiled, pulled me in and kissed me.

“Serious question,” he said to me, “are you OK with this?  You can say no.”

“You’ve obviously done some planning, like last night,” I said smiling.  “Why would I take that away from you, or me.”  He appreciated my comment and the kiss he gave me this time had a lot behind it.

He stepped behind me, opened the backpack, pulled out a water bottle and handed it to me before zipping up the backpack.  We were on our way.

The trail indeed started just behind the barn.  It weaved in and around under the tree canopy.  The trail was easy physically although I had to always keep an eye down and ahead to make sure the shackle chain didn’t catch on anything.  At the same time, Daniel and I were talking about anything and everything.  It was physically and mentally challenging.  Daniel had us stop a few times to catch our breaths which was for me more than him.

“How’s the view?” I asked a couple of times.

“Perfect,” was always the answer.  I would look over my shoulder from time to time and he was grinning as wide as possible.  I apparently made him happy.

The walk was good.  We talked openly about our families, careers, what got us into bondage and even some politics here are there.  We were comfortable and non-judgmental.  I was having the best time.  I was learning about Daniel and he was learning about me.

He suggested stopping for a moment in a shaded clearing.  After we stopped, he put his hand on my bicep and got me to spin around to look at him.  He pulled me close and started to make out with me.  It wasn’t lust.  It was love.  It was sensual.  It was hot.  It was respectful.  There was emotion behind it.

When we pulled apart, I asked, “What was that about?  Don’t get me wrong, I loved every part of that.”

“You have no idea how much you complete me.  You just shared yourself with me, open, complete and without apology.  Nothing hidden.  I want to know the whole you.”

In that moment I started to tear up and just look up into his eyes.  He grabbed the chain around my neck and pulled me in again for a kiss.

“No tears, not yet,” he said.  “I just had to tell you how I felt.”  His eyes were now the ones with water in them.  We were falling hard for each other.

When he composed himself still looking at me his eyes went from tender to lust.  I watched it happened and I knew our moment had ended and his brain had kicked in.

“Time for you to get your reward for making the hike out here in those shackles.”

He took the key out of his pocket and made quick work of removing the shackles on the wrists and ankles along with the wraps.  He told me to remove the backpack and have another bottle of water as I would need it.  I did as he had instructed and finished off another bottle.  Daniel then ordered me to strip completely.  His tone left no questions to ask.  I did as I was told.

While I was stripping Daniel was rummaging around in his backpack.  In his hands he had rope, tent stakes and a mallet.  He walked me over a few feet from where we were standing in the clearing to an open spot.  Daniel ordered me on to the ground on my back, splayed out.  He intended to stake me out spread eagle.  And over the next few minutes he did just that.

There are times when the process of putting someone into a bondage position can be just as hot as the position or play itself.  This was one of those times. Daniel took his time with this.  He moved around me pulling on my wrists or ankles to get me in just the right X position that he wanted.  Only then did he start to drive the tent stakes into the ground just where he wanted them.  Then it came time to tie each rope to the wrist or ankle.  Again, he took his time often looking at me and making eye contact.  There was no conversation while any of this was going on.  I was his prisoner being staked out and that was it.  No conversation was necessary. We were each in our roles.  He made sure to just pull enough when making the stretch to ensure I was just slightly uncomfortable with the pull.  He knew what he was doing.

He stood over me when he was done with the four way stretch and looked at me as if to say try to get out.  I started to pull against the ropes.  It was time to put on a show.  When he and I were satisfied I wasn’t going anywhere, he went back to the backpack. More items in his hands as he came back to me.  A parachute stretcher went around my balls.  Next a long metal rod with a U-shaped end was pounded into the dirt between my legs.  A cord was tied to the parachute stretcher and then pulled to the rod hanging over the U-shaped end loosely.

Daniel went back to the backpack and more items were brought over.  A small dumbbell was tied to the end of the cord and placed to hang over the edge of the U.  When Daniel let it go slowly it dropped slightly and the slack pulled against the stretcher on my balls.  Instant agony went through my balls and into my gut.  My breathing adjusted.  The effect was to make me take shallow breaths to cope.

Two more stakes were driven to just either side of my head.  Another cord was tied from one to the other with the slack going around and under my chin.  The effect was to keep my head stationary and me looking straight up into the tree canopy.

The final item was a Jennings rubber coated dental gag.  Daniel worked it into my mouth just right and then ratcheted the gag to force my mouth open.  He stood up and admired his work.  Nodding his approval to himself, he opened the fly to his shorts, pulled out his cock and took aim at my mouth.  It took a moment for the flow to start.  Piss started to enter my mouth and I had to swallow fast.  It was acrid and horrible.  I tried to spit it out to no avail.  He saw what was happening and moved his aim to my chest and pubic area going up and down to make sure I was wet and then back to the mouth opening to force more piss down my throat.  This continued until he was dry.  I was wet and disgusted.

He put his cock away inside his shorts and zipped up.  He leaned over me and looked into my eyes.  I wasn’t happy in that moment.  He bent down.  This was the first time he said anything to me in about 30 minutes from when he started the process of staking me out.

“You’re pissed at me right now,” he started.  He stopped for a moment, realizing what he said and chuckled to himself.  “Greg force feeding you your own piss last night was a dry run for today.” Again, he stopped and laughed.  I rolled my eyes at him.

“Oh, are you not enjoying the humor in this?  I know Greg offered to not force feed you the piss last night.  He told me.  You told him to go ahead.  So, don’t get all bothered by this.  This is what you crave.  You want to be vulnerable and taken advantage of.  You want to be humiliated, even degraded at times.  It’s part of what drives you in these situations.” I let out a sigh.  He was right.

“Yeah, I’m right,” he said.  “I know I am.”  He looked at me for about a minute without saying anything.  With my limited ability I nodded my head, yes.

“All right then.  You’re going to be like this for a while.  I want you to have the full staked out in the woods experience. I’ll be close by but don’t think this is ending until I decide.  In fact, when I take that gag out you are on speech restriction.  No talking.”  I nodded my head, and he bent over and removed the gag.

Daniel walked over to wear the backpacks were and grabbed a water bottle and brought it back.  Uncapping it he offered the water to me which I gladly drank to get the piss taste out of my mouth.

“I said you were going to be like this for a while.  That means a couple of hours.  If you need to piss just let loose or hold it.  It’s up to you at this point.  I’ll check on you from time to time.”

He stood up, walked over to a nearby tree with one of the backpacks.  He took a book out of the backpack and placed the backpack against the tree’s trunk.  He took off his shirt and then sat down leaning against the backpack as a pillow and started to read.

Time passed slowly.  The constant pull on my balls was annoying, not painful, just annoying.  Every now and then I attempted to move my body isometrically pulling in opposite directions to release the tension for just a few moments in a particular body part.  I was putting on a good show.  It wasn’t intentional.  It was necessary to endure what Daniel had done to my body.  I did have to let go and the piss just washed over me onto my belly and even hit my chest.  Daniel had to go a couple of times and made sure I was his target walking over to me and then going back to the tree and his book.

“It’s been two hours so far,” he said on one visit.  “This is your one chance to talk.  Tell me how long you can go?”

I thought about it before I answered.  Was this a test or was he really asking me or both?  I looked into his eyes for any sign.  He was stoic.

“I’ll be here like this until you decide, Daniel,” I said.  I decided to trust him in that moment.  He nodded his head, yes, and walked back to the tree.  I relaxed as best I could and the process of relaxing, pulling on the limbs, attempting to stretch, and relaxing started to cycle again.

A slight breeze was blowing most of the afternoon and it felt good against the skin.  I had reached some sort of balance of mind and body along the way as I stopped the cycling of movement at some point and just lied there stretched enduring what was happening.  I became one with the situation. That’s when Daniel walked over and started to release the cord around my chin.  The stakes came out of the ground next.  Over the next twenty minutes he reversed the process of staking me out until it was just me lying on my back spread eagle with nothing holding me in place.

“When you are ready you may move your body and stand up slowly,” he said, standing over me.  If you’ve been tied like this, you know the slow process to actually get the limbs to move and the discomfort that the process brings as the blood starts to flow through the limbs.

I was finally able to get to my hands and knees.  Daniel was about a foot away from me standing there watching me the entire time.  I slowly crawled to him and grabbed him around the lower legs.  I held tight.  And then I held tighter. And then I started to cry.  The tears flowed and flowed uncontrollably it seemed. I have no idea where all this emotion was coming from.

“Thank you,” I whispered repeatedly as the tears flowed.  I felt Daniel playing with my hair.  He bent down which made me loosen my grip around his legs and he lifted me up to my knees and we embraced.  He was still shirtless this entire time.  Our naked torsos were forced into each other as we each pulled the other closer.  The crying continued.

When there was nothing left in me, we finally released our hold on each other.

“One of these days you’re going to have to understand where all that comes from,” Daniel said to me.  “I’ll be here for you when you’re ready to figure it out and talk about it.”  He was right.  The problem is, I don’t really know yet where all this emotion is coming from.  Something to work on for me.

I got dressed sans shackles and we made the hike back to his place.  We left the backpacks by the back door and went to his bedroom and into the bathroom.  Showering together felt good.  We took a long time cleaning each other.  There was a lot of hugging without words under the warm spray.

When we were done, we dried off and put our jeans on.  Barefoot and shirtless seemed to be our uniforms for the evening, each of us still wearing our chain collar.  Daniel’s phone dinged and he picked it up to look at the message.  He smiled putting the phone down on the bed.

“How do you feel about hamburgers on the BBQ and sides for dinner?” he asked.

“That sounds good, thanks,” I responded.  Even though I had a hamburger at the bar last night one off of a BBQ sounded perfect after the day I had.  Daniel told me I had been staked out for about five hours.  I was amazed it was that long.

Before we left the bedroom, he pulled me into his chest.

“Thank you for indulging me today.  You looked so hot staked out naked out there.  I have some video I took on the phone when you weren’t aware.  It’s awesome.  I have a gift for you, also.  While I start getting the hamburgers ready to go and fix up the sides you can go out to the barn and see the gift that’s waiting for you.  Take your time with it,” he said with the biggest grin I’ve seen on him.  I just tilted my head not sure what to say.  He told me to move along and get out there.

I walked out the back door to the barn and went inside.  I wasn’t sure what I was looking for.  As I got deeper inside, I saw something moving in the dim light towards the back.  I stopped when I realized what I was seeing.

Towards the back of the barn where the play space was set up there was a man standing in an inverted Y position.  Naked, wrists cuffed overhead, ankles in a spreader bar, gagged, blindfolded and totally hot looking was this guy.  I continued walking closer and he must have heard my movement as he started to move around.  As I got closer a broad smile came across my face and I stopped to admire the hunk in front of me completely exposed and vulnerable.

Greg!

He looked so hot there.  Greg had a scruffy beard going from not shaving for a few days.  It looked good on him.  I walked up to him and stopped just inches from his body.  He stopped moving and likely could feel my breath on his body we were so close.  I brought my face alongside his without touching and just let it be there in his personal space.  He moaned through the gag.

“Shhhh,” I let out and reached behind his head and released the gag.  It popped out and Greg stretched his mouth.  Putting the gag down on a nearby stool I came back to Greg face to face with our lips just out of reach.  He could tell how close I was as he opened his mouth and leaned forward attempting to make contact with me.  I held my distance but breathed through my mouth so he could feel the breath as I exhaled.  Again, he attempted to make contact.

I put my hand behind his head and softly brushed his hair.  Then, with the slightest of effort, I pushed him forward towards me.  Our lips met.  It was light and sensual.  The softest of kisses went back and forth between us for about a minute.

“Shhhh,” I let out again and this time I removed the blindfold.  Once his eyes adjusted, he smiled at me, and we locked eyes.  He was desperate.  That’s when I pulled him in quick and tight.  Our kissing became almost animalistic.   It didn’t take long before both of us were panting.

I stepped back and slightly nodded my head.  He did the same.  We were communicating silently, and it appeared we were on the same page.  I looked over to the side and there was another stool.  A leather flogger was sitting on it along with a set of keys.  Looking back at Greg the restraints on his wrists and ankles were all locked on.  Since Daniel was with me the entire time, I assumed Greg did this to himself.  I picked up the keys and dangled them on my fingers.  Greg smiled and sort of looked down at his feet blushing.  I smiled back at him.  I put the keys in my pocket and picked up the flogger and running strands through my fingers.  Looking at Greg I continued playing with the flogger and then showed it to him. He nodded his head in approval and then shifted in the bondage to turn his back toward me.  This is what he wanted.

I took some air swings with the flogger trying to remember what Daniel had taught me when he forced me to flog Matt.  Once I was sure of what I was doing I started to lightly use the flogger on Greg’s shoulders.  Over time I increased the intensity but nothing that would be considered full swings yet.  Greg’s skin was starting to brighten up a bit. I stopped and went over to him putting my hand on his shoulders.  The skin was starting to warm.  Walking around Greg to his front to face him I pulled him in for a kiss and then had us lean our foreheads on each other.  Greg slowly lifted his head and we kissed again.  When I pulled back, he looked me in the eyes and then nodded his head in approval.

“You’re such a hot stud,” I said to him.

“Thank you, Sir,” he replied.  “You’re not so bad yourself, Sir.”

I went behind him and started swinging the flogger again against his shoulders.  I started to put more force behind the swings and Greg was feeling it as he would wince here and there as the flogger landed.  I got into a rhythm.  I landed ten to fifteen strokes of increasing intensity and then would stop, check on Greg, maybe kiss him, and then start up again.  After about five or six rounds his shoulder blades were red, and the strokes were getting heavier.  Greg started to shout after each stroke, but he never asked me to stop or slow down.  He understood the rhythm and went with it for each round.

“This will be the last round.  Full force for fifteen strokes, understood?” I asked.

“Yes, Sir,” Greg responded as he continued to pant from the last set.  I pulled his head into mine, cheek to cheek, and rubbed his back with my hands.  As I stepped away, we nodded to each other, and I took up my position.  The last set of fifteen took a lot out of me and Greg was visibly shaking letting out a cry after most of the strokes.  When I was finished, I walked up to him and held him tight.  He was still shaking.  It took a couple of minutes for him to come down physically and emotionally.

“Thank you, Sir,” Greg said over and over in my ear as I held him.

Once he was doing better, I grabbed the keys from my pocket and started to release him from the restraints starting with his ankles and working up to his wrists.  Greg fell to his knees and grabbed my legs and held tight.  I made sure to reach down and rub the back of his neck and hold his head.  He was slightly sobbing.

He finally pulled back some and looked up at me from his knees.  I motioned for him to stand up and I helped him get to his feet.  He placed his hands on my hips and leaned into me.  I reached down with one hand and started to stroke his cock.  He moaned and his breathing became shallow.

“Do you want this?” I asked.

“Yes, but not like this.  I need to be tied, please, Sir,” he pleaded.

I stopped stroking him and walked him over to a post, pushing his back against it.  There was some rope lying around and I used it to tie him to the post.  He wasn’t going anywhere.

I again started to stroke his cock and he moaned.

“Look at me,” I commanded, and our eyes locked.

I continued to stroke him.  As he got close I stopped and pulled my hand away.  He was panting heavily.  Our eyes continued to bore in on each other.

The stroking started again and this time I leaned my torso into his and pulled my leg against his body to throw my weight against him and drive him hard into the post to prevent any movement.  I also started to kiss him violently taking him as mine.  It didn’t take long for him to shoot a massive load that shot a few feet from where we were against the post.  His scream as he shot could be heard outside the barn, I’m sure.

“How was that?” I asked, slightly smiling.

“Amazing, Sir. Thank you.”

I released him from the post and he hugged me.  It felt good.

“Any chance you can do that to me?” I asked.

“Definitely.  Maybe even later tonight,” he said as he smiled and then kissed me.

Greg grabbed his jeans and put them on but left the rest of his clothes in the barn.  We walked back to the house arms around each other ready for a good meal.  Daniel was outside at the grill.

Daniel shouted as we got near him, “Did you like your gift?”

“Yeah, I think it was a pretty good gift.”

Greg walked over to Daniel, gave him a kiss, and said, “Thank you.  That was wonderful.”  I learned later Daniel had text Greg while I was staked out on the hike inviting him over this evening instead of tomorrow.  Greg came up with the idea to place himself in bondage for me to find.

Dinner was good as Daniel grilled up the hamburgers and sides for the three of us.  We had a chance to relax and talk like three old friends.

“Anyone ready for dessert?” Daniel asked.  “If so, we will need to head to the barn.”

 

To be continued …

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3 thoughts on “10 Days in Detention – Part 35”

  1. Superb. An early Christmas present with all the accomplished style and emotion we’ve come to expect from this series. Thank you again socalbd.

  2. It’s always a pleasure to see a new chapter post to this series. It’s so well written with many twists and turns taking us through the full spectrum and intense connections one can experience in bdsm. Hoping for many more chapters to come 🔒😈

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