By Takeo

Day 3 – Thursday June 13th – What an evening

My muscles are really starting to ache. I am still locked in this little cage, on my knees, my head sticking out of the cage and trapped in the straitjacket built into the cage door. I’m wearing the sports outfit Tom had worn for his fitness session this morning. The smell of it still fills my nostrils. I love the smell of guys’ sweat, and being tied up like this in an outfit like that is very hot.

My hands are cuffed behind my back, I am gagged with a big ball gag and my eyes are blindfolded.

Tom’s and Flo’s juices have dried on my face, but the smell is still there. I feel totally humiliated, like discarded after having been used. Like a toy to be put on the shelf and come back for later. Maybe it is so.

The position is very uncomfortable, especially after being tied up and used all afternoon. I was not under any illusions, I was not expecting to be released since I was the one who asked to be tied up permanently, not to have a break during those 7 days in Berlin. And of course Florian didn’t need to be begged to grant my request. However, Florian’s treatment is more intense than I could have imagined. Much more intense. Infinitely more intense!

I try to distract my mind from the ankylosis of my muscles by thinking back to the beginning of my stay in Berlin.

First of all, the night train journey, meeting Mark and Fabian, who, unbeknownst to me, grabbed me and locked a chastity belt on me and handcuffed me, leaving me without the key when I woke up to find my way around a crowded Berlin, feeling like everyone was watching me.

Then I arrived at the flat and met Franz, who explained that he would be my alpha during my next few days in Berlin. Getting ready at Franz’s place, learning the rules and positions, and being put in a cell, chained on all sides, plugged, gagged and blind. I remember that first bondage as being extremely intense. Perhaps my favorite so far, even if it was very difficult over time.

Then came the arrival of Sir Flo, my taking in hand and my first night in the cage.

That was on Tuesday. Today is Thursday. So what happened on Wednesday?

My knees seriously start to creak with every little movement. My arms are tugging and the handcuffs are starting to cut into my wrists. The balanced position means that part of my body weight is resting on my neck, which is trapped in its straitjacket. I try to restore my balance as much as possible so as not to be strangled, but the size of the cage leaves me few options.

Now it’s coming back to me: on Wednesday Franz had come to wake me up to take me to the gym for a training session. I really enjoyed it, with Franz playing the role of my sports coach. Demanding, but satisfying. I almost forget that Franz had me shower naked in the communal showers, with nothing to hide my chastity cage…

Back at the flat, Florian had taken me over and put me in the spread-eagle position in the wooden frame, in my sports clothes. The bondage was extremely tight, with ropes everywhere, barely allowing me to move. Then probably the most intense experience yet, when Sir Flo put me in a gas mask with a rebreathing bag, then alternated between rebreathing sessions and increasing the weight hanging from my balls.

Then Florian had taken me to the gay quarter, to a fetish shop where I was put in a straitjacket and fixed to a post and played with by guys before three of them cummed in the sports leggings I was wearing and then carried me back to the flat in the trunk of a car, still tied up.

Back at the flat, after leaving me to rest in the cage for a while, Sir Flo strapped me to the spanking bench and I was again treated to a sort of dual treatment between spanking and arse play using an inflatable plug. The principle was simple: Sir Flo would set a number and inflate the plug by as much pressure on the bulb. If I couldn’t take it anymore, I could ask him to stop, but in return I would receive the corresponding number of strokes of the whip. Of course, the target set by Sir Flo increased over time, so much so that by the end my arse was well dilated (I obviously wanted to avoid the whips as much as possible) and well whipped, since the target was obviously unattainable.

I then ended up with Franz in a neoprene suit, him and Sir Flo pissing into my urinal gag. I hated that moment. Just as much as I loved it. I hated the taste of piss, really repulsive and disgusting. On the other hand, I loved being tied up, with no other option than to drink the hot piss that was coming into my mouth. Then being put in a cell still covered in the piss of my master and my alpha.

I am trying to concentrate and remember what I have done so far, but I am having trouble concentrating. My head is horizontal, and all my saliva is dripping onto the floor around the ball gag. My throat is completely dry, and my arms are completely numb. I am in total darkness. Not only is there a blindfold over my eyes, but I can also see that the playroom itself is pitch black. I am always alone. there is no sound except that of my handcuffs on the cage door as I try to adjust my position to make myself a little more comfortable. My knees are in agony. The bottom of the cage is padded with leather, but the layer is quite thin and the weight of the body on my knees is starting to be difficult to bear.

I don’t know how long I have been in this position. I keep going over the path of the first few days in my head, trying to occupy my mind and distract it from the pain my body is in.

This morning, Thursday, Franz had woken me up at the crack of dawn for my daily exercise session. He had explained to me on the first day that I would be allowed one session of sport a day with him to get my muscles moving, knowing that I would spend the rest of the time tied up in some way. But this time, Franz decided to make things even more complicated. He fitted me with an electric collar, rather like those used in dog training, linked to my Garmin watch, and off we went for a run. The collar automatically gave me a shock if my pulse fell below 160 bpm, which forced me to keep my pace up. This ploy was extremely motivating, as the shocks were very unpleasant. I received more than I would have liked…

Once we had finished, we went to the same fitness center as the day before. Franz made me change in the changing rooms, exposing the neoprene suit he’d made me wear under my running gear and forcing me to put on a t-shirt marked “SLAVE Berlin” for training. I am not at all an exhibitionist, and I must admit that I didn’t like it at all when he made me do it. But I did it anyway… The training was very intense, and I took a shit, vulgarly speaking. Military drill exercises have always been very hot for me, even when I was in the military training. So I gave it my all to satisfy my alpha. In the middle of the session, Tom joined me for the training. Without understanding how, I found myself in the shower with him, on my knees sucking him off. Remembering that moment makes me hard in my cage, and it is painful. Tom then came back to the flat with me. We had to follow the instructions left by Franz and found ourselves chained face to face, tied to the bars of the cell. When Franz arrived, he also chained himself next to us, following the instructions left by Sir Flo. When the master arrived, we were given a proper spanking, leaving our bottoms reddened.

Tom still wanted to go further, so Sir Flo tied us up in the playroom face-to-face by connecting our balls with a rope to which he would gradually add weights. I ended up on my knees with Tom and Sir Flo yelping all over me.

And then I ended up in this cage…

Just as reality returned and the pain reminded me, I heard the door open and footsteps approaching. I have no idea what time it is, but I am relieved that Florian is back. I can’t feel my muscles and my knees are killing me. My throat is dry and all I want to do is change position. When they say that bondage only starts when you really want to get out of it, then my bondage has been going on for a while now.

“Time to eat, boy.”

At this point I don’t care if I am eating off the kitchen floor like a dog, I just want to get out of this cage. And I will do anything Sir Flo wants. Yet I try not to show it.

I feel Flo’s hands begin to undo the fastening of my ball gag at the back of my neck. I am delighted to be able to move my jaws again. The ball is really big and my muscles are stiff.

“Ah no boy wait, there’s still something missing for you to have a good meal.”

The movements in the back of my neck stop, the gag stays in place. I stir with frustration in my cage.

“Calm down boy, don’t get upset, we’ll get that gag off later.”

I feel Sir Flo move away from me and then back again. He takes the handcuffs that bind my wrists behind my back. I can hear the clicking of the object he’s gone to find, probably the keys. I am relieved at the thought of him removing the handcuffs. My arms are aching and I am looking forward to putting my hands on the floor and taking the weight off my shoulders.

But with a jerk, my hands are pulled away from my body and Sir Flo pulls them firmly upwards. Then I hear a click, and I can’t move them anymore. He has just attached them to one of the bars at the top of the cage! My arms are pulled back, causing intense pain in my shoulders. I have been in similar positions before, with my arms pulled back, but those are hard for me to hold as I am not particularly flexible.

The pain is made worse by the fact that I have already been in a position with my hands tied behind my back for quite some time now.

I don’t understand what is going on, Sir Flo having mentioned that we were going to eat. The ball gag still in place muffles my groans of pain. Florian walks past me and gently strokes my hair.

“It’s just to make sure you don’t hang around to eat,” he says.

With that, he removes the gag. I can finally relax my jaws and swallow. A burning sensation invaded my throat as the first dose of saliva arrived. It takes me a few minutes to get the system working again.

“Open,” orders Sir Flo without another word.

I feel something rubbing against my lips. With my blindfold still in place, I open my mouth slightly. I have no idea what to expect. Am I going to be gagged again?

Sir Flo pushes something into my mouth, quite thin, probably plastic.

“It’s a straw, drink,” he says.

I close my lips on the straw and inhale. Water. You cannot imagine how good it feels to drink. Not to satisfy the sensation of thirst, but to moisten my mouth and throat.

“Go on, finish it all off!”

I continue to suck in the liquid. I do not know how much I am drinking, but it feels like three liters. When I have finished, I hear Florian leave the playroom. When he comes back in, he puts another straw in my mouth.

“Eat, boy,” he orders me curtly.

I do not understand what he means until I suck on the straw and get some sort of liquid paste. Now I really understand the situation: there will be no meal at the table or on the floor in the kitchen, Sir Florian is feeding me a protein drink. It is not particularly good, but it is not bad either. I am still on my knees in this cage, my arms pulled back and the position is extremely painful. So I drink my “meal” quickly. Once I have finished, Florian gives me another drink, water again.

“Finish it all!”

Once again, there is a huge amount and Sir Flo forces me to finish. I drink a lot more water than I really want, but I am aware that in this kind of game, dehydration can happen pretty quickly, and I am really glad Florian is taking care of that. Florian leaves the playroom for a moment, then comes back to me.

“2 hours you’ve been in that cage boy, well done, I am proud of you! It’s a difficult predicament and you’ve done well.”

At this point, he removes my blindfold. I am struggling to get used to the light, but I am pleased to hear that my ordeal has come to an end. Florian opens my handcuffs and my arms literally fall to the floor of the cage. All my muscles are numb and I can barely move them. Gently, he opens the cage door, holding my head to make sure I do not fall out. He helps me out of the cage, which is not easy, my limbs struggling to move after being in that position for so long. I pull myself up as best I can. Standing in front of Sir Flo, I try to put my hands behind my back to please him, but I cannot. My shoulders feel as if they are locked. He puts his hands behind my head and removes the gag.

“Are you all right, boy?” he asks me tenderly.

“Yes Sir, thank you Sir,” I reply, lowering my eyes.

“You’ve been through a lot today, it’s time to get you into a more comfortable position. Here’s what you’re gonna do: go to the bathroom, take off your clothes, use the toilet, take a shower and come back here naked.”

With that, Sir Flo snogs me and heads out of the playroom towards the kitchen. It takes me a while to come to my senses, especially as my cock had already started to swell in its cage as I kissed him. I comply and make my way to the bathroom. I almost regret having to take off Tom’s sports clothes. I enjoy the smell of it for a while longer before folding it and laying it carefully on the floor. I use the toilet and then get into the bathtub.

The shower feels really good and I can finally wash my face, still soiled by Tom and Florian’s dry semen. If I could, I would stay under the hot water for an hour. But in my position, I prefer not to overdo it. Even though Sir Flo has not given me any specific instructions, I suspect he might not appreciate it if I take too much advantage of the moment. Maybe I will not even be allowed hot water next time. So I quickly finish my shower, dry off and go back into the playroom completely naked except for the cage around my cock.

Having received no specific instructions, I head for the center of the playroom and get into a waiting position. I have plenty of time to observe my surroundings, and my cock immediately swells in its cage at the sight of the various instruments and toys. It seems that despite the three days I have spent here, I haven’t had enough…

Everything is neat and tidy. Except for a leather gag lying carelessly on the floor next to my feet. Next to the gag is a small padlock, open. I do not understand why Florian would have forgotten to put just this one item away. Especially as it does not seem to me that we have used this one. That is when I realise that it is probably not a mistake, but that it has been put there for me. Damn, I nearly missed it, and Florian would certainly have punished me for that. So I crouch down and pick it up. It is a leather gag with a penis-shaped insert. The plate covering the mouth is made of relatively thin leather.

I slip the gag on and fasten it behind my head. I pick up the padlock. I am a bit apprehensive about locking it. What if the gag was not actually meant for me and Sir Flo does not have the key? I think I have been through a lot worse since I arrived in Berlin. So I put the padlock through the eyelet behind my head and lock it.

Click.

And I resume my position.

I continue my eye-tour of the playroom. Compared to when I arrived, something has changed, but I cannot say what. My cock immediately swells in the cage when I see a leather bondage bag lying on the bondage table. I do not have time to imagine anything as Sir Flo enters the playroom.

“Did that feel good boy?”

“Yeff Fir!” I try to answer through my gag.

I can see by the look on his face his satisfaction at seeing me gagged like that.

“Good boy, you learn fast. Now come over here.”

Florian is standing next to the bondage table. I walk over to him.

“Climb up on this and sit.”

I climb onto the table and sit on the open bondage bag. The inside of the bag is soft leather, with little kind of hairs. The sensation on my buttocks is very pleasant. I get a hard-on in my cage at the thought of being tied up in the bag. I have never tried it before, but for someone who likes bondage like me, this type of bag seems to be the ultimate tool, where no movement is possible.

“You’ve been through enough predicament today, you also have the right to be tied up comfortably. But be careful, you’ll see, over time it’s not as easy as you might think. Now slip your feet into it.”

I slip my feet and legs into the bottom part. The bag must be quite snug, because even without any extra straps, my legs are well confined together, and the sensation is already quite interesting.

“Now lie down, and at the same time we’re going to put your arms in these pockets.”

I have already seen on the internet that this type of bag has sort of pockets on the sides into which the arms are threaded. In this way, any movement of the arms is constrained, making any attempt at liberation impossible, as well as any solicitation of the sexual organs. I slip my arms into these pockets while lying on the table. Florian puts everything in place and then zips it up, not without some difficulty. The bag is very tight indeed, and Florian has to pull hard on the leather several times to get the zip closed. I already feel quite confined – I love that feeling!

I realise there is more to come when Florian returns with a white cotton rope. He zig-zags it through the eyelets running the length of the bag.

“Oh, I nearly forgot,” he says with a wry smile.

He unzips a zip at the level of my sex and pulls my encased cock out of the bag.

“Now that you have no way of touching yourself, we can take this off.”

He takes a small key out of his pocket and carefully removes my chastity cage. My cock jumps up in the air and swells, making it difficult to remove the base ring.

“Your cock looks happy to be out of its cage, but you’ll see, it’ll soon regret it, the theme of the evening is CBT.”

I growl into my gag. I thought I have been through enough for today and would just be tied up like this for the evening, but Florian obviously has other plans. In his hand he holds an object made of a plate and two cylinders with metal rods.

“You’ve probably never tried this. It’s a ball crusher. The two cylinders go on either side of the base of your balls, pushing them well down, and the plate comes to press on the balls. And then with each turn of the screw, the plate crushes your balls a little more.”

His look and tone is sadistic. I can tell he wants to torture my balls, and I am starting to get worried. With great dexterity, he installs the toy on me. I feel the base of my balls being squeezed, but it is not painful. Then I feel him install the plate and start screwing, my balls getting squashed between the plate and the cylinders. He does not tighten too much, the sensation is quite pleasant.

“Before we go any further, we’re going to have to fix you up a bit better.”

With that, he begins to tighten the cotton rope he has tied to the bag’s eyelets. At each eyelet, he pulls firmly on the rope, and little by little, I can feel the tension building. He starts at my feet and gradually works his way up my body. With each step, I feel more and more trapped in my leather prison. Florian spares no effort on my torso. My arms are pressed against my body and it is difficult to move my chest to breathe. When we reach my shoulders, Florian ties the rope.

“Well boy, comfortable?”

I nod. My cock is rock hard.

“So we’re going to make it a little less comfortable,” he says. He reaches for my cock and I feel him manipulate the ball crusher.

“Come on, this is the beginning, let’s go for 3 turns.” With that, he tightens the two toggle bolts that force the plate to crush my balls. The pressure increases inexorably on my balls, reaching the point of pain. When he stops, the situation is bearable, but my balls hurt. I move around in my bag, but obviously I cannot escape the treatment I am getting. I grumble into my gag.

“It’s better this way it seems to me.”

I am quite sensitive with my balls, and I am extremely aroused by the treatment being inflicted on me. At that moment, all I can think about is cumming. But of course, my hands in the bag won’t let me. If Florian has released my cock, perhaps he intends to let me cum?

“I don’t think it’s tight enough yet,” he says, looking at me with an amused expression. And he starts tightening the rope again, trapping me even tighter in my leather prison.

I feel totally oppressed in this bag. I cannot move a muscle! Yet the position is not uncomfortable, on the contrary. I feel safe this way, and I feel like I could stay like this for hours.

“You all right, boy?”

I nod yes. And it is true, I have got used to the pressure on my balls, and I love the feel of the bag.

“So here we go, two more rounds”

The pressure on my balls increases inexorably and the pain is intense. The pain in my lower abdomen causes me to bend forward, and my head hits the bondage table quite hard as I fall back.

“Careful boy, you’ve got to control yourself or you’re going to hurt yourself. It’s a bit dangerous, we’ll make you safe.”

He heads to the side of the playroom and returns with several ropes in his hands. Meticulously, he moves me to centre me on the bondage table, and sets about securing the bondage bag, which has eyelets all along both sides, to the table.

Once again, he spares no effort and I find myself completely immobile, pressed against the table. Only my head can move, the rest is completely fixed. I am on the verge of orgasm. I have never felt so close to coming, without even touching my cock. It is the combined effect of the extremely tight, but comfortable bondage and the pressure on my balls. My head starts to spin.

“Tight enough, boy?”

I give a big yes with my head. I do not know how much tighter it could be anyway!

“But I know something that’s not tight enough!”

With that, he takes the ball-crusher in his hands and squeezes the device again. This time the pain is almost unbearable. I struggle as hard as I can, but I can’t move an inch.

“Relax, boy, we’re not done!”

Yet my balls can’t be more than a centimetre thick at this point… With the increase in pain, my desire to cum has increased proportionally. I feel like I could cum like that, just if Florian touches my cock. I am even afraid of coming without controlling myself, I know that would make my Sir furious. Yet the tension is building inside me and there is nothing I can do about it.

“Mff mfff mfff.” I try to tell him through the gag that I am about to cum.

“What do you say, boy, you want more?”

And he squeezes the ball-crusher even tighter again. I feel like my balls are going to explode. And so does my cock, the pressure is building and I feel like I am going to cum.

“I fill fome!” I almost tear my jaw out trying to make some sort of understandable sound so that either Sir Flo will stop the treatment or allow me to cum.

“Ah, you will come?”

I nod, relieved that he has understood.

“Then I have got good news, you can come if you like. But do not expect me to touch your cock.”

Again he squeezes the ball-crusher. This is too much. I have never felt such intense pain on my balls. Yet my cock does react, and I explode writhing in pain. I come so hard that I shoot all the way up to my face. I don’t know how many spasms I have had, but the ropes holding the bag to the table are being put to the test!

“Wow, that was a shot!” laughs Florian.

My balls still hurt just as much. But after the orgasm, the pain is even more intense. It is no longer a pleasure-pain.

“I think you’ve earned the right to have this loosened, boy.”

And Florian quickly dismantles the object, freeing my balls from their pressure. He comes over to my head and undoes my gag.

“Thank you, Sir,” I tell him immediately when the leather penis is no longer in my mouth.

“Good boy,” he says, rubbing my head. “But you’re going to have to clean up the mess you’ve made.”

I am in a daze. My head is spinning, it is as if my energy has left my body. Florian goes into the playroom and comes back with a gag very similar to the one I have had in my mouth until now. The only difference is that the insert is made of foam. And that’s when I realise what he is getting at. He rubs the gag over the bondage bag, collecting the cum I have spilt on the foam.

“Open up,” he orders me.

I open my mouth and he slips the gag soaked in my cum into it. The taste is acrid. Unpleasant. I have already tasted my sperm, but just a little to see, and I did not like the taste. But there was nothing I could do about it. And I have cum a significant amount, the taste overwhelming me as the cum flows down my throat.

“But we’re not done yet, especially as your cock seems to be asking for more.”

In fact, despite the extreme pleasure, my cock has not gone soft, it has remained totally hard. I am in a second state, floating in my bondage bag. However, I do not have that feeling, which has happened to me several times before, of wanting to get out of my bondage and stop the play after I have cum. On the contrary, even with the big ejaculation, I am still totally turned on. Not only am I still hard, but also my head wants more.

The bitter, acrid taste of my cum fills my mouth.

Sir Flo moves closer to me after fetching something from the cupboards where the toys are kept.

“Lift up your head.”

I lift my head as best I can, knowing that my shoulders are firmly fixed to the table. With impressive dexterity, Sir Flo passes me a gas mask which he quickly adjusts. He plugs the air inlet to check that the mask is airtight. No doubt about it, it is airtight, no matter how hard I breathe in, nothing comes in or out.

I had put in the file I had filled when we were preparing our trip to Berlin that I wanted to gain more experience in breath control, and Florian obviously has not forgotten that. He leaves the playroom and comes back to me a few minutes later. Even though the mask is not blind, I can only look in front of me, given the position I am in, so I cannot see what he is up to.

“You’ll see, boy, you’ll like it.”

He attaches a hose to my gas mask, and I can feel my breathing being restricted. Not in the same way as it was with the rebreathing bag earlier. I hear bubbles.

“There, you’re set up. You are now breathing through a water bottle. So you’ll have to fight a bit harder to get air, with each inhalation. At first it may seem easy, but with time you’ll need strength and perseverance.”

I have seen systems like this on the internet before, and always wondered what it should be like. Now I know. Each inhalation requires a greater effort, as the air has to pass through the water before reaching my mask.

“And you’re lucky, for your first one I used water, next time it might be piss….”

I concentrate. The effort required is not too great, but it is enough to give me a feeling of insecurity, telling myself that I might run out of air. Especially as I can only breathe through my nose with the gag filling my mouth, still dripping with cum. My cock has not gone wild, but there is no reason for it to… Despite my shot, I am still totally aroused.

I am surprised I am not blindfolded. So far, I have probably spent more time with a hood over my head or blindfolded than the other way round. On the other hand, my mouth is never spared… I think I have also been gagged for more time than the other way round.

“Did you like my ball-crusher?” says Florian as he appears beside me.

I cannot pretend, I have to admit I did. I writhe in pain, but I would not have cum like that without someone touching my cock if I had not liked the sensation.

So I nod in agreement.

“Alright then, let’s keep working those balls a bit.”

And Florian takes my balls in his hands. I raise my head to try and see what he is doing, but my movements are restricted and the gas mask impedes my field of vision. I can feel something being attached to my balls, but I cannot see what it is. The sensation is not unpleasant.

“There, the parachute, that’s done.”

I have got my answer. And I understand why it is not unpleasant, but why it could become so…

I can feel Florian attaching something to the parachute. Then he climbs onto a chair next to me, holding a small white cord in his hand. He is practically standing over me, allowing me to see what is going on. He stretches the cord towards the ceiling, but his body blocks my view, and it is only when he comes down from the chair that I can see he has passed the cord through a pulley in the ceiling. He attaches some sort of small metal container to the end of the cord, which now hangs over my bagged-up body. It does not take me long to work out what is going to happen.

“Your balls have been crushed enough boy, it is time to get them back into normal shape now.”

With that, he grabs the metal spheres he had already used to hang from my balls yesterday and places 5 of them in the bucket. If I remember correctly, they weigh 150 grams each. So I have already got 750 grams hanging from my balls. But with the friction of the pulley probably reducing the load a bit, it is bearable. Pleasant even. I am in a very similar situation to yesterday, weights on my balls, breathing restricted. Only the position changes. Now I am tied up in the bondage bag, itself tied to the table, completely unable to make the slightest movement apart from my head.

“You feel like cumming again, boy?”

Of course I do. My excitement has not waned one bit, and given the tight bondage, the gas mask and the ball weights, I just want Florian to grab my cock with his hands and jerk me off until I explode.

I nod my head. Each movement of my head causes my jaw to press down on the gag, releasing a bit of sperm down my throat. The pungent taste makes me feel even more vulnerable and humiliated. I can only suffer what Sir Flo wants to do with me.

“You’ll be allowed to cum again, boy, but it won’t be for free.”

I knew it, of course he was not going to let me come like that…

“Yesterday you had the right to cum but you couldn’t, even with 17 of those little spheres hanging from your balls. Now, to get the right to cum you’re going to have to outdo yourself. You’ll need at least 20.”

I quickly calculate in my head, that’s 3kg. That is a lot more than I have ever had hanging from my balls. On the other hand, if I managed to take 17 yesterday while being subjected to severe treatment with the rebreathing bag, it should not be impossible to take 20.

“But again, a little extra difficulty, from now on we are going to add 2 spheres every 15 minutes up to 15, then one up to 20. Now is 5, which means that in 1 hour there will be 15, and it’ll be another hour before we have the 20th. Are you going to be ok boy?”

The question is probably rhetorical. In fact I think I am capable of supporting such a weight on my balls, but over such a long period of time I am far from sure.

“Oh yes, and I forgot to tell you two things,” Florian says as he moves closer to me and manipulates the breath control system.

“Firstly, I am now going to add water to the bottle, which will make it harder for you to breathe. And after an hour, we’ll increase the difficulty another notch.”

At this point, I can see that he is busying himself next to me, but I cannot see what he is doing. The effort required to breathe in and out quickly became greater. I do not feel like I am running out of air, but I have to fight a bit to be able to breathe.

“Secondly,” he says, turning back to me, “every time I come and add a sphere or two, I am going to jerk you off for 1 minute. You have the right to cum, but know that if you do, your treatment won’t stop. It will just be harder for you to bear. So if I were you, I’d wait until the 20th sphere to come!

With that, Florian adds 2 more balls to the bucket and leaves the playroom. My balls are pulled up and I am totally trapped in the bag. The side pockets prevent me from moving my arms. The bag is so tight that even my fingers are pressed against my body and I cannot move them. I feel totally vulnerable in this position. Florian can do whatever he wants with me, I have absolutely no means of resisting him.

At the start of my stay in Berlin, I realised that Florian was going to push me beyond my limits — and many have already been pushed to this day — in terms of humiliation and exposure, even public exposure. I am now convinced that Sir Flo is also committed to pushing my limits in the area of bondage and pain. I do not know what time it is, but it must already be the middle of the evening. I concentrate on breathing as calmly as possible. The gag is making it harder, and so is the semen still dripping down my throat.

The first quarter of an hour passes quickly and Florian suddenly appears in my field of vision. Without saying a word, he picks up two spheres and casually places them in the container. A pain spreads from my balls to my lower abdomen. Still silently, he grabs my still-hard cock in his hand and begins to jerk me off. By the firmness of his gesture, I sense his intention. It is not just a question of keeping me excited. Sir Flo wants to make me come, to make the rest of the experience even more painful. I feel tingles running through my body. I really want to come when Florian stops, turns off the light and leaves the room.

He leaves me in the lurch, on the brink of orgasm. I am extremely frustrated. Not so much that I haven’t been able to come, but that I have been abandoned like this, without a word. I calm my breathing, the rhythm of which has increased with the strokes on my cock. My head spins a little, the experience is intense. I think about my situation. I have had weight on my balls for fifteen minutes and I already feel like stopping. And yet I want to come. I am in that state where pain is no longer really distinguishable from pleasure, where the two sensations are intertwined.

Time passes relatively quickly and Florian comes back to me sooner than I thought. Without bothering with formalities, he immediately adds two spheres to the container and starts wanking me off.

I count in my head: 5+2+2 = 9.

I am only halfway through the first half of my treatment. Physically, I really want to come. I am totally turned on by the situation and feel the need to release this inner pressure. But my brain does not agree. I am well aware that what happens next will be much more difficult if I come now. And I know that Florian will keep his word and not stop there.

I force myself to think of situations that would make me lose my excitement, but it is difficult. However, I get through the minute’s wank without cumming, as Florian lets go of my cock and leaves the playroom again, switching off the light. With over a kilogram now hanging from my balls and my breathing hampered, I am really starting to get into a stressful position. I am panicking a bit at the thought of being all alone in this room in this situation.

My mind wanders but always brings me back to my situation. I cannot stop thinking about my balls, which are killing me. And I know I am far from finished. Generally, I like not knowing what is going to happen to me, finding out as I go along what I am going to suffer. But Sir Flo’s technique is perverse and very effective. Knowing what the goal is, how far you will have to go, is in itself part of the torture.

This time, without warning, without the playroom light coming on or me seeing Florian, I feel the weight increase on my balls. My cock is then jerked off. The surprise was total, and I barely have time to realise what is happening before the stimulation stopped and I found myself alone again in my leather cocoon.

9 + 2 + 2 + 2 = 13.

13 x 150 = 1.95 kg

It is like I am in a second state. I want to come so badly. I am desperate to take my cock in my hands. My hands that are so close to my cock but cannot touch it. My head is spinning, I am struggling to get back into a regular breathing rhythm. My breathing hampered by the circuit and the water bottle through which the air has to pass, but also by the pressure of the bondage bag clamped to my torso.

Florian comes back to me and switches on the light.

“An hour, boy. Time to add the last two spheres,” which he does without delay.

13 + 2 = 15.

2.25 kg in total. My lower abdomen burns with pain. I cannot move to try and relieve the pain, but I know it would not do any good anyways.

When Sir Flo takes my cock in his hand, it is still hard. The weight is pulling so hard on my balls that I cannot shake the sensation and pain of my bondage and the treatment. I cannot seem to reduce my excitement, my mind remains totally focused on the current plan. And this time I cannot hold back. I explode in 6 or 7 long spasms. My whole body stiffens and struggles in my bonds, unable to move a millimetre. I get a hot flash in my airtight cocoon, sweat profusely and it takes me a while to come to my senses.

The acrid taste of semen invades my mouth, probably due to the contraction of my jaw muscles as I cum. I can feel Florian squeezing my cock to get my fluid out. Then he moves up to my head and looks down at me with a smirk.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t have done that….”

Surprisingly, he removes my gas mask. I was not expecting him to. Did he finally change his mind and decide to stop the session once I have cum? He puts his hand behind my head and removes the gag.

“No talking, boy. The only reason I am taking off the gag is to make sure you won’t have any trouble breathing for the rest of the session.

I nod mechanically.

“Now open up!” he orders me bluntly.

I do not quite understand why he wants to gag me if the aim is to make it easier for me to breathe. But I comply. Sir Flo runs his fingers over the bondage bag at my torso and lower abdomen, then slips them into my mouth.

“Suck them!”

I close my mouth around his two fingers to taste cum again. The process repeats several times until there is nothing left on the bag.

“I told you your semen would never go to waste again,” he taunts me, while reinstalling the gas mask over my head.

The playroom lights go out and I am alone again. My breathing is much harder than before. Florian must have added some water in the bottle. Luckily the gag has been removed. I do not know if it is due to the adjustment of the gas mask, but the mask lenses quickly fog up. I find myself blind, trapped in my cocoon. After cumming, the tension on my balls quickly becomes unbearable. I would give anything to stop this torture. My brain goes into a complete tailspin, and I cannot take it anymore. I panic, and my breathing control system oppresses me.

I feel a presence beside me.

“It’s all right, boy, just breathe calmly, you’re going to make it.”

I hesitate to tell Florian that I cannot take it anymore, that I want to stop everything. But I know what the penalty is. If I ask to stop, it is not just this torture session that will end, but the whole experience in Berlin. And deep down, I do not want to put an end to it.

“You want to stop, boy”?

I think again and shake my head.

“All right, boy. You’ll see, it’ll get easier once the excitement’s back. Do you want to go to the next level?”

This time I nod.

As Florian adds another sphere to the container, I concentrate on breathing as calmly as possible. I feel like someone’s going to rip my balls off. And yet, when Sir Flo takes my cock in his hand, it is already half hard. My cockhead has become sensitive, and at first my whole body twitches in pain. But after a few seconds, my cock is fully swollen again, and the pain has given way to pleasure. So much so that I am disappointed when Florian stops.

15 + 1 = 16. Another 4 and that will be the end of my torture.

But that means another hour. Another hour in this mask full of humidity, fighting to breathe. Another hour of having my balls ripped away from my body. I am putting all my concentration into my breathing. Being claustrophobic, I am fighting my fear. But the more I struggle to breathe, the more my cock swells. This time I go completely into subspace. I have no sense of time or reality. I can feel Florian coming back to add weight to my balls and wank me off. But it is as if I am not there, as if I am somewhere else, and he could have done anything he wanted to me. But I can still feel the pain, it is twisting my guts. But it has become part of me.

“Come on, the last one boy, and as you have held on so well, you’ll get your reward, you’ll be able to cum.”

The last sphere that Florian adds to the container hanging from my balls is one too many. I am up to 20, or 3 kg, of which more than a kilogram has been in there for the last 2 hours. I am getting excited all over in my bondage bag, pulling on my ties as hard as I can. My muscles contract, but nothing moves.

Sir Flo has taken my cock in hand, and my futile attempts to move and the feel of my restraints increase my excitement even more! This time Florian does not stop. Each movement is faster and more intense.

Despite the fact that I have already come twice this evening, I soon find myself on the verge of exploding again. With the excitement, my need for air increases and I really have to force myself to get enough. And this partial deprivation only adds to my excitement. My head starts spinning and I feel like I am in a parallel world. My balls hurt like hell! But I do not want it to stop either. Yet I know the end is near. The faster Florian comes and goes, the closer I come. Finally, I explode in several long spasms, made even more intense by the lack of air at the moment of orgasm when I need to breathe deeply. I am sweating like crazy in my bondage bag and shivering, as if all my blood has left my limbs and gone to my sex.

Sir Flo quickly removes my gas mask. My face and lungs fill with the fresh air, which comes in like a healing gust.

“Well, happy boy?”

Even though I am not gagged, I nod. By reflex.

The moment Florian removes the container full of metal spheres that hangs from my balls, I feel like everything stops and I am flying across this table, although my movements are still totally impeded. I am fine. Light. Relieved too.

Sir Flo lets me collect my wits for a moment. I love these moments after orgasm when I am still tied up, as if protected in my cocoon. Yet my limbs are stiff and I am delighted to be able to move them. It is the tightest I have ever been.

“Are you thirsty boy?”

Again I nod. Florian puts a hose in my mouth and I suck in the cool water, which feels amazing.

“Do you need a piss?

“Yes Sir,” I dare to answer, thinking I am being polite.

“Boy boy boy, who gave you permission to speak?” he replies firmly.

And with that he slips a gag with a hard plastic insert straight into my mouth. I should have kept my mouth shut… It is a gag that I think is made of neoprene, given the texture and the smell. I love neoprene. There must be a hole in the insert because I can breathe through my mouth. I am exhausted from the extremely intense evening I have just had. All I want to do is get untied, take a piss and go to sleep. I know I am probably not going to sleep in a bed, but I just need some rest.

Florian comes out of the playroom and leaves me like this. Not for very long, but long enough for my mind to start wandering. Only my furious need to pee regularly brings me back to reality. I know Florian is aware of this, but I do not know what his intentions are. He is capable of leaving me until I cannot stand it any longer, until I piss myself. I hesitate, I need to pee so much, but how do I know he will not be furious?

I decide to call him. Well, more like shouting through my gag to try and get his attention.

When Florian returns, I am surprised to see Franz with him. I was so out of touch with reality that I did not hear him come in. I can see that Franz is rapidly becoming very excited. Several times he runs his hand over his jeans, where I can see a large bulge.

“Need a piss, boy?”

I nod. I do not think I will be able to hold it in until he unties me, but with this gag in my mouth, I don’t know how to tell him.

“We’ll remedy that then.”

He moves away towards the back of the playroom and I hear him looking for something. Meanwhile, Franz moves closer to me, puts his head at my level.

“Well, it looks like one has had a lot of fun over there boy!”

When Florian returns, I see that he has in his hand a sort of penis sheath, one like a condom, but in black latex, from which a small hose comes out. I am delighted at the idea of being able to pee without having to wait for Florian to untie me, I really cannot take it anymore. Sir Flo puts the device on my cock. Just to be on the safe side, I wait for him to authorise it before I start pissing.

“Wait again, boy, something’s missing.”

I was not expecting this at all, as he grabs the hose and quickly attaches it to the front of my gag.

“There, you can pee now, boy,” Florian says, laughing with Franz.

Despite everything I am trying to anticipate in my head, I have not seen that one coming. I cannot hold back and turn on the tap. It does not take long for my piss to come into my mouth through the hose and the gag. I have seen recycling scenarios like this many times before, but it is not a fantasy either.

But I do not have time to think, I force myself to drink my disgustingly hot piss as best I can, despite the lying position and the rigid tube of the gag in my mouth. I try to regulate the flow, but it is impossible. I cannot stop pissing, and the gag is designed so that I cannot bite the tube or place my tongue to control the flow.

Florian and Franz look on excitedly. They have pulled their dicks out of their trousers and are jerking off next to me. Which only adds to my humiliation at being tied up like this in front of them, drinking my own piss. I do not know how many litres I am pissing, but it feels like it is never going to end.

Florian and Franz continue to wank, and I can see by the look on their faces how excited they are. They move to the side of my head, each on his own side. It only takes a few moments for both of them to cum on my face in two long moans, with me still tied up, gag in mouth. Their semen covers my face. At this point I am glad I have got the gag in my mouth, at least it has been spared. After cumming, the two of them kiss greedily above my head.

“Mh that was too hot, Sir,” Franz says to Flo.

“Now I am tired and it is time to go to bed.”

They do not even look down at me, as if I had been an object that had been used to relieve them, but had become useless once it was done. Florian removes the sheath from my cock. I am delighted to be freed and to clean my face of this cold, dripping sperm. And to drink some water to clear my throat of the taste of piss. He hands the sheath to Franz.

“Here boy, don’t forget to piss before you go to sleep.”

Franz gives me a sidelong glance as he slips the sheath over his cock, which has partially softened.

I panic. I shake my head in all directions and pull at my bonds. I have just been forced to drink my own piss in front of two guys, I cannot stand the humiliation of drinking Franz’s again.

“Calm down, boy,” Sir Flo whispers, coming close to my ear, “you’re the one who decided to come here, you knew what to expect. Now you can fight it, it won’t change anything, so if I were you I’d calm down and accept it.”

Franz’s hot piss is running down my throat and there is nothing I can do to stop it. I concentrate on trying to swallow and not choke. I hate this taste. And I hate this humiliation. It doesn’t give me any pleasure at the moment, but I can see in Flo’s eyes that it gives him great pleasure to see me like this.

Once Franz has finished, he removes the sheath and hands it to Florian, who in turn places it on his cock and starts pissing into my gag. I accept my fate and drink Florian’s piss without trying to escape. The steady stream fills my mouth and throat. I think I could drink gallons of piss and never get used to the acrid taste. When I have finished, Florian tucks his cock into his leather trousers and slaps my cheek twice.

“Good boy.”

Then he looks at Franz: “Get him ready for the night and come and join me.”

“Yes Sir,” Franz replies politely.

It was an extremely intense evening, and I have been locked up for several hours in this leather bondage bag that Florian took the trouble to make as tight as possible. I am looking forward to getting out. Franz starts by removing my gag. I am happy to drink a little water to wash away the taste of this awful piss. Franz unties the rope Florian had put through the bag’s eyelets. He leaves a little slack and ties a new knot. He gradually loosens the rope along the bag, and I feel the grip loosen. But the rope stays taut and the bag stays tight, even if it is more bearable than before.

Franz moves to the other side of the playroom and returns with a leather hood, which he quickly places over my head. It has no eye openings, just two nostril holes and a mouth opening. As he does so, he smears their still-present cum all over my face and the smell wafts up my nostrils.

“There you go, good night boy.”

Then I hear footsteps moving away, the sound of the light switch and the door forming.

That is how I find myself, alone in the playroom, plunged into the dark, still strapped into that leather bondage bag itself firmly attached to the table. My cock exposed. The taste of piss in my mouth and the smell of cum in my nostrils.

I thought I was going to be detached, but I was wrong. I am going to have to put up with this position a lot longer than I thought. Even if Franz has loosened the constraint that was oppressing me a little, the bondage is still very tight, and I do not know how I am going to last a whole night.

Despite the situation, I quickly drift off to sleep.

To be continued …

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