By Steellock

Matt awoke to near darkness. All he could hear was his own breathing getting faster.

His head was still wrapped in a tight leather hood, and his jaw ached. Where was he? What on earth? And also he could feel sharp pinpricks digging into his cock and balls. He way lying on a hard bed, what light there was came though small hole over his eyes in the hood.

“What the hell is going on?” he thought. Then memory returned, along with throbbing pain from his chest and belly where guys had been having fun the previous day — the incredible afternoon and evening of new experiences. He rubbed his front and tried to lift the front of the leather shorts that were pressing onto his member. His breathing slowed, and he regained his calm. What would Sunday bring? Yesterday had been tough, but he had to admit that overall it had been one of the most intense experiences of his life. “Just wish I had been able to cum!” he muttered to himself.

“That’s what keeps you resisting and strong.” Jim’s voice came through the hood, and Matt realised that he was not alone. “Everyone has gone, so the hood can come off.” As Jim said this he was busy with the padlock and straps. The tightness around his head loosened, and Matt was able to wriggle his head out of the tight, warm cocoon. Normal hearing came back. It was very strange not to be able to hear his breathing. For the last 18 hours he had been hearing it as the main sound.

“Now get that fucking thing off my dick! I need a pee!” he shouted.

Jim laughed. “That was my little joke to keep you entertained,” he said. “Need to keep you from handling things down there, but the pad can come out.” He then unlocked the padlock at Matt’s waist and quickly dropped the zips on the front of his shorts and whipped out the pinprick pad. He led Matt out of the cell and turned into a latrine, where he was able to release the pressure, relieved also that he could hold his own member this morning. When he was finished he felt strong hands on his shoulders spinning him around, and before Matt could intervene (he was a little stiff and slow in the shoulders, too) the zips went up and the padlock clicked.

“Come on upstairs and I will explain,” Jim said and, carrying the hood and pad, led the way out of the steel door and up the stairs into a crew locker room. Matt followed, rolling his shoulders and swinging his arms around to get the circulation going.

“Breakfast,” Jim said, pointing to a McDonald’s bag and a large coffee cup. He tossed the leather gear onto a bench. Matt fell on the food. He had become grindingly hungry overnight, having not had a real meal since breakfast the previous day. He tucked into the first Egg McMuffin and swigged on the strong coffee.

Jim slumped into a comfortable office chair. “If you are serious about this and want to go through to the whipping challenge next year, then you have a lot to learn. But I think you can do it,” he said. “You are a tough kid, you react well to pain and you don’t seem to scare easily. What did you learn from yesterday?”

Matt thought for a minute while he chewed his breakfast. This sounded like a regular debrief after an exercise in the field. He applied his mind.

“At first my shoulders hurt like hell. Then every time I was about to give in, one of those bastards came by and they distracted me. My mind changed focus from my shoulders to my front. Those nipple clamps fucking hurt! That got worse every time and – damn – are they sore now! Jess enjoyed taking them off all day too,” he muttered. He thought about the feelings that had rampaged though his body. “I have never been so hard for so long in my life,” he admitted. “Seems to be a direct wire from tits to dick.” He laughed and ruefully added, “That was even more true last night!”

“Lesson 1 – you can take much more that you realise already when your mind is pulled in another direction,” said Jim, rocking back and swigging his coffee. “At the event you will do that from your hopes and needs, the feedback from the audience and your own determination. You will also know that, whatever it feels like at the time, you know you can take it and come out of the other end in one piece. Another thing will be competition, if he can do it then so can you.”

“Lesson 2 – sex helps! Feels good as well,” he laughed.

“Get your breakfast finished and do your morning exercises, and then I’ll show you what it really feels like. Can you keep your back covered for a few days?”

Matt thought about that, wondering what Jim had in mind. “Yes, by wearing a T-shirt, I can keep covered,” he said. He was a fairly private guy, and no one would notice.

Jim left, and he turned his attention back to the McDonald’s bag. Another muffin would get him started on the day.

Then he began to do his normal stretches and workout. Press-ups were fine, but squats were hard in the tight shorts – he kept yanking on his cock. It felt good to loosen his muscles.

He lay on his back and rattled off 10 sit ups, then 10 more slowly, letting the burn build a bit. Then rolled over and did another 20 press-ups.

Then, pushing through the door, he went exploring. The store was bigger than he had thought. There was the main sales floor, and Matt could see the post where he had been restrained yesterday and the racks filled with the clamps and pegs that guys had been using. He turned away from the shelves full of rubber dildos and plugs, they were not for him, he thought. On the other side of the large room were the racks of whips and paddles. Here also was the bench that had caught his eye on the first day with its free demonstrator. Nearby was a display of wide belts and collars. Jim came up behind him.

“One thing that you learn early is to protect yourself,” he said. “Not everyone knows what they are doing, and parts of the body are very vulnerable. Put these on.” He handed Matt a wide belt at least six inches high at the back with a double buckle at the front, like a weight belt but wider. With it was a wide leather collar, padded on the inside and lined in bright red.

“That protects your kidneys, spleen and neck vertebrae,” Jim said. “Don’t worry now, though. I know what I am doing and have had lots of practice. Just get used to being safe in case another guy makes a fuck up of it.”

Matt wrapped the belt around his tight waist and buckled it tight, pushing the two tongues into the tightest holes they would reach. Then he put the leather strap around his neck. This was a real new feeling. He fed the end through the buckle and pulled it a little but left space for two fingers between the leather and his skin. Jim passed him a pair of thick, wide leather cuffs. They were too big for his wrists, and Matt realised that they were for his ankles. He bent over and strapped them on over his boots. They made his feet feel a little heavy and rattled a bit as he moved.

“These are four-strap wrist binders,” said Jim, turning him around. “Let you pull or hang from your hands without damage.” Matt held out his hands and watched Jim wrap the series of straps and buckles around his wrists and hands until they were clamped with leather and thick steel ‘D’ rings were sticking up by his palms. Jim pulled out a handful of padlocks from his pocket and snapped one shut on each strap – “Just to keep things secure,” he said.

“You ready for this? I’ll take it easy so you can get used to the feelings. Much less intense, and we will leave the balls for another time,” he heard Jim chuckle.

Was he ready? Matt explored around his body, testing out the new feelings.

The tight leather shorts, his body circled by the wide belt, stiff collar, the tight feeling from the ankle straps and finally the heavy leather binders on his hands and wrists.

He thought about what he was about to do. Did he really want to do this?

YES, he was really ready.

He turned to Jim and nodded – he didn’t trust himself to speak.

Jim led him down the stairs into the end room with the high strong beam. Under it was the step as before. Matt climbed up and held up his arms. It was so strange as he got to do the same thing as Chad on the challenge night.

Jim stepped up behind him, and Matt felt and heard the click of the padlocks as his arms were shacked to the beam. Too late to back out now!

“Lift yourself,” he heard and did a chin-up to the beam. The step was slipped away, and he allowed his body to drop until his weight was on his arms. He felt Jim reach around his waist and the lock was off and Jim swiftly slipped his dick and balls though the front of the shorts and slipped them off his legs. As he looked down he then saw Jim lift a steel bar from the floor and then pulled Matt’s left leg out and clip the ring on the ankle strap to one end. Then, holding the end of the bar, he moved over and clipped the right to the other end. “That just keeps your legs from thrashing too much.” Matt felt his boots were now held about 1 meter apart.

Jim walked round in front of him and grinned. The kid looked great, really great and so determined!

Matt looked around and saw a large flat screen on the wall in front of him with an image of himself. It was split with the front view on one side and his back clearly shown on the other.

He looked good! Hanging from his wrists made his chest stand out, and by flexing and lifting he could make his biceps bulk and curl.

Jim slipped back up to the store and came back with an arm full. He set the items out on a table. Matt could see a cane, a leather flogger with about 10 thin strands bound to a handle, and a long whip. Jim had kept hold of a leather paddle, a thick strap that stuck out from his brawny hand. He was now wearing a pair of black leather gloves, tight over his wrists.

“We’ll build this up and get you warmed up first. You ready?” Jim asked. Matt clenched his teeth and nodded.

Jim started slowly paddling his butt on both cheeks, gradually increasing the power and speed until Matt was starting to twitch and shake. At first he just felt a slight sting, but then, as the swipes became longer and harder, he gritted his teeth, this was more than stinging!

“Keep breathing!” said Jim. “Slow breaths, and put your mind on the goal. Distract yourself. We just got started, and you’ve got a bit of a glow!”

Matt checked the screen and could see that his butt was now blushing with a pink red colour all over. Now that Jim had stopped it felt strange – the blood was flowing through his veins, and he felt more alive than he had for ages.

Jim put down the paddle and lifted the cane. “This will be much sharper,” he said. “Breathe out hard with each stroke.” Then he chuckled and kept on. “Most people breathe out anyway as they start to make a bit of noise!”

Matt watched on the screen as Jim swept his arm back and brought the cane onto his left butt cheek.

Christ, it stung! He twitched and jerked his legs. The blow was rapidly followed by another and another.

“Argh,” he shouted and yanked at the beam with his wrists. Jim stopped. “Other side now,” he said and changed hands, repeating the blows onto Matt’s right butt cheek.

As he twitched and writhed, Matt was suddenly reminded of the guy on the spanking frame on the first day. He had taken this kind of blow all afternoon, in fact he himself had worked the guy’s butt on the frame in the store with about this force. He set his jaw and tried to relax, letting the sharp pains flow through him. He realised that he was hard again, and his time his cock was able to stand out straight in front of him. Each stroke of the cane seemed to make his erection harder as the pain went through him from his butt to the tip of his hard, thrusting cock.

After a short while Jim put down the cane and picked up the flogger. “These hurt less than you think,” he said. “The bigger they are, the more surface of your back gets hit with each impact.” Drawing back his wrist, he started to flick the strands onto Matt’s back, rolling his wrist in a circular motion so the blows kept coming. At first he was just flicking the ends over Matt’s wide shoulders, keeping on the large muscles between his arms. He slowly built up the impact level, and after a couple of minutes was using the full weight of his arm. Matt felt the big muscles of his back and shoulder twitching and stinging, as the signals to his brain got stronger and stronger. His breathing got more ragged, and at one point he started to hold his breath.

“Breathe!” shouted Jim. “Keep it regular and try and breathe with the beat.” He moved round to Matt’s front and started again flicking the ends of the flogger lightly onto Matt’s chest and 6-pack. The stinging spread over his chest almost like rolling in a really bad patch of nettles!

Then Jim really used his arm, and Matt felt the breath leaving him and he yelled. Nettles no longer, that really stung. His eyes started to water. “That’s better,” Jim said, let me know how you feel. “Later we can work on the strong, silent man, but for now let it all out.” He kept increasing the power of the stroke, and Matt could see the muscles in Jim’s arms and shoulders starting to bunch and writhe as he kept the flogger spinning and the ends snapping onto chest and stomach muscles. He found no difficulty in obeying and yelled fit to wake the dead!

After a few minutes Jim stopped and put down the leather flogger and moved up to Matt. He rubbed his gloved hands over Matt’s chest, massaging the now red muscles. Matt put his head back; that felt so good!

“Now just the whip left. I’ll start with 10 strokes, count them out,” he said, and Matt felt a chill pass through him. This was it.

He watched Jim’s arm go back and then shoot out. The sting caught him by surprise, and he jerked in his bonds. An arc of pain washed over his back where the long leather strip had impacted. He could almost feel the strip of skin shrinking and puckering up.

“One!” he shouted.

He saw Jim lean forward with the next stroke, not even really swinging hard, but the whip contacted across his back and the end curled round his side and the tip licked onto his left tit. He opened his mouth and gasped; this was a really new level of pain shooting up into his brain.

Again and again, Jim swung the whip across his thick back muscles and Matt started to shout out the numbers and jerk around.

After five he was sure he had to get Jim to stop, this was too much. Then he thought of his goal, how could he stop after only five strokes when he knew other guys could keep taking this kind of damage.

He set his jaw and then leapt up as a stroke from another direction caught him by surprise.

“Six!”

He closed his eyes to hold back the tears – NO, he thought to himself; I will not give up now.

Then it was over. Jim put the whip down and slapped him on the butt with his gloved hand.

“First time – not bad!” he said. Matt coughed and shook his head, gasping for breath. Jim then moved round and grinned. “Still hard as a stick,” he chuckled. “You rest up a bit, and I’ll come back to finish off later,” he said and slipped off up the corridor.

Matt’s breathing slowly returned to normal. He closed his eyes and relaxed a bit. He had done it, his first session in the cellar. It had fucking hurt, but it was over now. That was a real lesson – these things ended. He listened to Jim’s footsteps as he climbed the stairs back up to the shop.

Suddenly the lights went out. Pitch dark. The screen in front of him went dark too. As he waited he realised that Jim had left him hanging there, left him. For how long was he going to hang here? What was happening now – what the fuck was going on! He was getting a bit angry too, his arms were starting to ache. The strain on his shoulders was telling, and as he cooled down from the whipping he was starting to find his back muscles stiffening too. Matt tried to do some exercises, lifting himself up with his arms and flexing his back. He tucked his legs up and then stretched them out. After a while, though, he lost the energy and dropped back with his weight fully on his chest and shoulder muscles. His breathing was getting a bit ragged, and he was panting to get breath. His breathing got faster and faster, and he started to shout, panic rising in him!

The lights went back on, and he heard Jim walking back down the passage.

“Relax, boy!” he shouted, “didn’t think a Marine like you would be afraid of the dark now. I need to make you think and trust me a bit better! Think of the challenge – Chad was hanging for well over an hour, and you need to get your stamina up. I left you for 10 minutes. Learn how to breathe with the pressure on your shoulders.” Matt felt a bit ashamed. Jim had a reason for what he was doing.

Jim picked up the whip and flashed it around. “10 more for panicking, then we will finish for a bit!” he said.

Matt felt ashamed. This guy was spending the time to help, and he had not trusted him. Raising his head, he said, “Sorry, Jim.”

“That’s Sir to you, boy,” came back the shout, and the whip came forward.

Matt counted the 10 strokes out: “One, Sir! Two, Sir! Three, Sir!…”

“Now,” said Jim after the 10th stroke, “think back to what I said earlier – two kinds of pain, the quick and the slow. You just had the quick, and now for the slow. Longer now, after that performance. I will be back in 20 minutes.”

He walked back up the passage, and again the lights went out. Matt tried to relax. He thought about when he had learned to stand at post for hours. The way you manage to keep the blood flowing and your muscles from spasming. Keep moving his muscles, pulling with one arm and then the other, lifting his knees and pulling in his abs then slowly letting them fall. It helped, but still he felt the ache in his arms turn into real pain that just grew, the muscles of his chest and shoulders were being stretched and pulled like he had not felt before.

Sooner than he expected, he heard steps and looked up for Jim but saw Jess walking towards him. He was wearing his chest harness as always but no jeans. Instead Matt could see that the guy had a steel tube clamped over his cock that bent down and was obviously held tight by a ring around the base of his junk. “What the fuck is that?” he exclaimed. Jess chuckled and answered, “Jim likes to keep his guys hard and ready, but you should know that by now!” He slid the step over and climbed up behind Matt, rubbing his back and sides with both hands. He unclipped the bar from Matt’s boots and dropped it onto the floor. Matt put his boots onto the step and took the strain off his arms for the first time in nearly an hour. Jess reached up and released the padlocks holding Matt’s arms to the rings in the beam. Matt slowly let his arms down, wincing and gasping as the blood surged back into them and set him tingling with pins and needles. He wobbled and felt a little faint. Jess immediately wrapped both arms around him and almost lifted him off the step, helping him down to lie on the concrete floor.

“I’m to give you a drink and a massage,” he said. He started to rub Matt’s shoulders, running his hands round onto the hard mounds of his chest, gently massaging the blood back into the muscles. After a couple of minutes he tweaked Matt’s nipples and said, “Get up, boy, let’s get you upstairs.” He led the way up the stairs and into the room next to Jim’s office. This was where Matt had been on that first afternoon, and he lay onto the leather bench on his front and relaxed. Jess handed him a bottle of water and then started to work over his back and shoulders with strong hands. He used a little oil, working it into the muscles, kneading and stretching. Matt felt marvellous. His back glowed, and he felt it loosen and relax. Then Jess rolled him over and smoothly massaged Matt’s chest and abs where the whip had left bright red marks; he could see the raw mark on his left nipple where the second whip stoke had caught Matt, he winced and knew how that had felt.

When he had done, Jess pulled out the leather shorts and slipped them up Matt’s legs. Playfully he grabbed Matt’s still hard member and used it to lift his butt off the bench, slipping the shorts up. Matt squeaked and tried to sit up, but a firm hand pushed him back flat onto his back, and very expertly the shorts were back over his cock and balls with the front flap in place. Jess snapped on the padlock. It was all very expertly done, and Matt wondered how often he had locked up other guys?

“If you want to stay unknown you need to put this back on,” said Jess, handing him the leather hood. Matt winced and bit his lip, it was very tight and claustrophobic but he really could not afford for someone in the shop for a magazine or something recognising him and spoiling the whole thing. “Try these first,” he said and handed Matt a pair of earplugs. Matt pushed them into his ears, and the he set his jaw and pulled it on, wriggling his face until it slipped into place. Jess then worked his way down, tightening the laced back, and buckled up the straps. Immediately Matt heard his breathing again but less strongly. It was less distracting, but the he was smelling the warm leather aroma with each breath.

With a sharp slap to Matt’s butt Jess left, and Matt let himself lie still, exploring his body and feeling the glow in butt, shoulders and across his front and abs. He felt himself drift into a nap.

 

To be continued …