It was a short drive to our destination. I tried to remember the sequence of turns and stops that we would have taken to get to the taco place, thinking I could figure out if we are going back to John’s place in reverse. The reality is I didn’t pay all that much attention on the way there, so reconstructing it in my mind was useless. When you’re in the back of a car handcuffed, gagged and hooded, though, your mind wants to engage in some level of activity to prove to itself that you’re safe.
The car pulled into a driveway before it stopped, and I heard another car door open and close before Dan got out of his car, leaving me in the back seat. Within moments the passenger door next to me opened, and I heard Dan and John talking. My initial reaction was one of relief. The seat belt was removed from across my lap, and Dan helped me out of the car. The car door closed. I heard John’s voice next.
John said, “Listen up, boy. You have punishment coming to you. What that will be is up to Dan. We have come back to my place, and my intention is to let Dan have you to himself until sometime tomorrow. He will take you down to the dungeon, and you will be his slave until he’s done with you. He is an experienced dom, and I have no doubt you will have a difficult night ahead of you. Having said that, I leave it up to you whether to submit to Dan or not. You have just met him. While I trust him implicitly, you have no reason yet to be in that position other than my speaking up for Dan. The decision is yours whether to submit to him or not. If you desire to submit to Dan and be his bondage slave tonight and into tomorrow, simply slip out of the flip flops you are wearing. By going barefoot, you are indicating your submission. All limits and expectations with me are the same for Dan.”
When he finished talking, I kicked off the flip flops and stood barefoot on the driveway. I knew I wanted to do this. Dan needed to play with me, so he could understand what I was about as much as I needed to surrender to him. This was all prelude, after all, to the fantasy that we had all decided I was going to work toward.
I felt a hand on my upper arm, and the pressure indicated for me to start walking. Since I assumed we were indeed at John’s place, I sort of knew the direction from the front of the house around to the back and the rear dungeon entrance. Understandably I needed to be guided, since I was still hooded, gagged and handcuffed.
We stopped when we reached what I thought was the outer door. I heard the door open and then was guided in to the storage area. A few more steps and we were at the door to the dungeon, I presumed. Dan started talking to me through the hood.
“All protocols in place with John are in place with me,” Dan said. “Nod your head if you understand.” I nodded my head.
“This is a last chance to back out. I intend to put you through some intense play through tomorrow afternoon. You can back out if you want. But something tells me you want to continue,” he said as he grabbed my cock through the shorts and squeezed. I was rock hard, of course.
Dan spoke again, “Do you want to submit?” I nodded my head yes and his hands went to work on stripping off the shorts I was wearing along with the jock strap. Dan opened the door to the dungeon and guided my naked body in closing the door behind us. He walked me to a spot and pressed down on my shoulders indicating for me to kneel.
Dan removed the handcuffs and positioned my wrists in the center of my back, pushing on them a little to indicate that is where I was to keep them. Next I felt the cinch on the hood being loosened and the hood was pulled off my head. It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the dim light within the dungeon.
I was kneeling in the center of the dungeon space. Dan was standing behind me. When he came into view, he was shirtless and barefoot with just the jeans on. My expression must have changed because even though I was gagged Dan smiled and said to me, “I think you like what you see, don’t you?” Indeed I did. Dan had six-pack abs and looked amazing. He was a cute guy. I liked John, but in some way I was attracted to Dan.
Dan knelt down in front of me so we were eye to eye and reached around to remove the gag. When it was away he leaned in and kissed me. He placed his hands on the back of my head and continued to kiss and hold me. I instinctively kept my wrists behind my back, even though I was fighting the urge to pull them around and embrace Dan as we were kissing.
When he pulled back he took a hold of the collar around my neck and said, “This symbolizes your submission. It will stay on until you are released tomorrow. I intend to put you through intense bondage to see what you are made of. If you do well you can expect a reward from me. Make no mistake, though, I intend for you to be uncomfortable, and I will hurt you. And you will take it in addition to servicing me. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” I responded.
“Any questions before we begin?” he asked.
“None, Sir. The slave is ready, Sir.”
“Good boy,” Dan said.
Dan stood up and ordered me to place my hands behind my head with fingers interlocked and to stay on my knees with my back perfectly straight. He then proceeded to inspect me, making sure my elbows and arms were in alignment with my shoulders – perfectly straight across. He pushed my knees slightly further apart and had me bring my feet together so the big toes were touching and the tops were flat to the floor exposing my soles completely. Next he corrected my back, as there was some arch to it. He had me perfectly straight up on my knees. It only took a couple of minutes for this position to become uncomfortable. I was trying to keep everything aligned as he had instructed. It was difficult.
Dan kept circling me slowly. When I tried to follow him with my eyes I was told to keep looking forward and concentrate on one spot ahead of me.
“Keeping that perfect slave position is difficult, isn’t it, boy?” Dan asked.
“Yes, Sir,” is all I responded. My body wanted to compensate here and there and I had to use all my energy to stay as instructed. Dan would continue to correct me and touch my body any time he saw me falter from what he wanted. I felt on display as he continued to circle me.
This was interesting. Here I was without any restraints on at all. I was simply naked kneeling on the floor yet I felt compelled to do exactly as Dan was telling me and expecting me to be. I wondered how long he was going to make me stay like this.
Dan stopped in front of me and just looked at me as I strained to stay in this position. He said, “Looks like it’s starting to get hard for you. It’s one thing to be on your knees as you are and it’s another to stay perfectly aligned as I have you. Let’s see how you do when you are pushed.”
With that Dan went around behind me and I heard him looking for something where the gear was located. When he came back he was holding a riding crop. He took a moment to make sure I saw it. He then leaned forward and put it to my mouth. I opened my mouth and he put it between my teeth and I bit down. He walked away again and went behind me. I felt his presence near me. His head was near mine and I could sense his breathing.
When he was very close to my ear he said, “You will stay like that holding the riding crop in your teeth until I take it out. Let’s see how long you can handle being like this before breaking. This should be interesting.”
With that he left my immediate presence and I could hear him still behind me for a moment and then it got quiet. I imagined he was either sitting on something or on the floor and was just watching me now. It was up to me to stay like this for as long as he wanted.
I was getting tired trying to stay perfectly still and in alignment, as he wanted me. It was really starting to cause me issues. I kept thinking I was going to lose my balance being like this. Again my thoughts went to how submissive I was being. There were no restraints. There was no contact with me at that moment. I was simply doing what I was doing because I had been told to and felt as if I needed to do my best to please Dan as my master.
It was a while before Dan came back over to me. He stood in front of me and said, “Sucks, doesn’t it?” I nodded my head slightly agreeing with his comment. “Good,” he replied and gave a big smile across his face.
“There’s nothing keeping you from not being as you are, is there? You’re not cuffed. You’re not in any type of predicament. Are you? This is really about you. What you are and what you are becoming. You do because you are told to and you comply. And deep down you want to experience this, don’t you? The submission, the pain, the control are all things you need and want.” Dan finished talking and just looked into my eyes. He knew me well in just a short time and I’m sure from what he and John had been discussing about me prior to this.
He took the riding crop out of my mouth. Then he ordered me, “Remain still.”
The first whack of the crop was to my right nipple. It stung and I flinched.
“Didn’t I tell you not to move?” Dan asked.
“Apparently you don’t listen to well, yet.”
He started using the crop again on my right nipple. It was light at first but with each successive swat the sting and his intensity increased. My breathing started to become heavier and quicker and then I couldn’t take it any longer and I compressed my body forward folding over to protect my tits.
Dan grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up back into his desired position. He said nothing.
He went to work on my left nipple this time repeating what he had done to the right nipple. Light swatting commenced but soon become harder and more painful with each swat. At some point I couldn’t take any more and bent forward again. Dan pulled me up by the hair a second time but still said nothing.
Next he used the crop on my abs. His rhythm was like that on the nipples. I could take it for a while but soon the pain and the swats became too much for me and I twisted to the side and over. Again, Dan pulled on my hair and I knew to get back into position. What was happening here? There was no verbal communication between us. Just our looks into each other’s eyes and Dan’s pulling on my hair to get me back up in the kneeling position.
“Hands behind your back, boy. Make sure they are in the small of your back.” Dan ordered me to change positions slightly and it was welcome relief. This time he instructed me how to keep the elbows still in alignment with the shoulders even with my wrists behind me. Clearly he knew how to make use of the body to quickly make it uncomfortable.
Dan looked at me and said, “This time the crop is going to hit various places on your body and in rapid succession. The slave will continue to hold its position. Failure to do so will affect the punishment that is yet to come. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” I replied. I was screwed. I’m sure Dan was going to hit me and not stop to ensure that at some point I wouldn’t just stay like I was and continue to get hit. This was a no win situation for me. Clearly this was the intent.
The crop started to impact me again. Nipples, abs, pecs, inner thighs – there was no relief form the constant impacts. I was doing everything in my power to hold the position and I finally succumbed and bent over.
“Get up, slave,” Dan yelled at me and I got up and the crop continued to strike me. It was so painful the intensity he was hitting me with. Within a few moments I was down again and the strokes stopped. My breathing was labored and hard. My eyes were closed as I just lay on the floor.
Dan eventually came over to me and sat on me with his back to mine so he was facing my feet. I felt him use his body to hold my legs down and then I found out why. He started using the crop on the soles of my feet. It hurt like hell. I started screaming for him to stop, but he kept going. I was pleading and trying to get up but the weight of his body kept me down.
The strokes stopped. I was panting now. Dan got off of me. He went around and stood in front of me with his feet at my face. I just lay there trying to gain my composure. It took a few minutes but I finally calmed down.
When Dan had sensed I was back he slowly moved his right foot toward my mouth. He lifted up his big toe and it got close to my lips. I understood what was happening here. I opened my mouth and took in his toe, using my tongue to bathe it. When he pulled it out I moved closer to him and started to kiss the tops of his feet. I wanted to please this man that had just beaten me with a riding crop. What was happening?
“On your knees,” Dan commanded.
I stopped servicing his feet and got on my knees, placing my hands behind my back, elbows out, knees apart, feet together with toes touching. My training was taking hold.
He used the handcuffs to secure my wrists behind my back again.
Dan knelt in front of me and looked into my eyes.
“That was very painful for you, wasn’t it?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir,” I answered.
“Did you like it?” he asked.
I had to think about it for a moment.
I responded, “No, Sir, it was hard and painful. But it was necessary.”
Dan thought for a moment before he said, “What do you mean it was necessary?”
“Sir, the slave has requested a journey from you and Master John. This is part of the journey. The slave will not like most aspects of what it is requesting to have happen to it, but they are necessary to fulfill the slave’s desire to service you through its suffering and service. Eventually the slave will make it out the other side and will know it accomplished something.”
“The slave understands the harshness of the journey it has asked for, doesn’t it?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir, it does,” I responded.
“Good, because this is just the start for you and I, boy.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
With that he pulled me into his body so our bare chests were touching and kissed me deeply. His hands were all over me and it didn’t take long for me to get hard. He reached down with his hand and started to stroke me. It was just enough to keep me hard and on edge but not close to shooting.
When he was done he pulled back and said to me, “I was honest when I said I was going to hurt you. I’ve just started. I purposely put you through that to see what you would do. At no time were you restrained. You kept getting up and taking more. At any time you could have freely walked away to the door and left. But you didn’t. And when offered my feet, you instinctively took them and kissed them. From this point on until you are released tomorrow, you will be restrained at all times. I will continue to hurt you and you will continue to service me in return. Is that clear?”
“It’s getting time for your punishment to begin. John said you forgot your place, what you are within this space. That is never permitted. You are never to forget your place when in the dungeon or at any time when you are within the control of one of your Sirs. I intend to make sure you never forget that again.”
His tone and demeanor told me all I needed to know. If the riding crop hadn’t been punishment enough, what was about to happen to me would be far worse.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
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