By Wakeysub

Session 2

The timer in front of me came back to life but this time showed “60:00” – what the fuck. I had struggled with 30 minutes and now I was faced with 60 minutes of God knows what. I heard the click and the timer started to count down. My second session had begun. The nipple clamps were still viciously biting into my tortured nipples but the massive rubber cock in my mouth was jabbing into my throat and making me gag repeatedly. This made me thrash around as much as the tight restraints would allow. This just drove the nipple clamps to bite harder and harder.

He leant forward and brushed the nipple clamps lightly. At his touch the pain shot deep into my chest.

“Your tits seem to be enjoying it, you fat slut. Don’t want them to get bored – lets replace the clamps with something you’re really going to love. I bought these especially for you when you told me you had sensitive nips. You’re going to love these clamps they looked so fucking hot in the adverts. First, let’s remove these pathetic toy clamps and get you ready for your new best friends.”

He gripped both clamps and started pulling them away from my chest. I felt my body trying to lift itself off the bed to reduce the tension but the restraints on my ankles and wrists held me firmly in place. He laughed and pulled them harder. I strained more as the clamps bit deeper and deeper as the tension increased. It felt like my nipples would be bitten off. Suddenly he opened the clamps and the tension was gone and for an instant my nipples felt numb and then it hit me. As the blood flowed back into my tortured nipples the pain suddenly hit me and I screamed into the massive gag. He smiled at my reaction and started to squeeze and massage my nipples, which made the pain a million times worse. I squirmed and tried to move away from his fingers but the ropes ensured I stayed in place and he just squeezed harder driving me back into the mattress. The more he squeezed the more the pain intensified and the broader the grin on his face as he stared deep into my eyes. I thrashed my head from side to side, the only part of my body which I was still able to move and this just seemed to encourage him more.

“That gag’s really hot but not going to be any good for what you’ve got in store for the next hour. I’m going to show you how considerate I can be and put the old gag back in – you seemed very attached to it and it did a great job of keeping you quiet. Now, I warn you I don’t want a sound while I replace the gag or I’m going to find something much worse to keep you quiet.”

He reached behind my head and unbuckled the gag and pulled it out of my mouth. Suddenly I could breathe again but anything more than a shallow breath just made the nipple clamps bite deeper. The leather plate from the old gag slipped quickly into place locking my tongue to the floor of my mouth and before I knew it I was tightly gagged again. I couldn’t make a sound but I was so grateful that I wouldn’t be constantly gagging any more.

“You’re having altogether too much fun – time for you to meet some more of my toys – your profile said you had low hangers but I want to see them hang so much lower.”

He walked over to the cupboard and rummaged around to find what he had in mind for me next. I could hear him as he worked through the kit in the cupboard until he turned around with a leather strip in his hand.

“Lets get your pathetic nuts ready for the next session – I know how much of a sick pervert you are and I’m sure you are really going to enjoy it!”

He held up a circle of leather with a section cut out – I’d played with a parachute before and got off on it but I’d been in control of how much weight was hanging from my balls, had been able to wank on my throbbing cock and had been able to undo the parachute when it started to make my balls feel stretched. Now I had zero control, no access to my cock and no way to stop my abductor from doing whatever he wanted. Even before the parachute was fitted I could feel a sense of panic. This was going to really fucking hurt. My cock was throbbing ever harder in the cage at the prospect of what was about to happen. I felt his hands squeezing and massaging my nuts. He wrapped his fingers tightly round my sac and steadily pulled my balls lower and lower.

“Pitiful. You fucking call them low hanger, you pathetic freak?? I want to see your balls hanging down by your knees, you fat bastard. I’m going to enjoy working on your balls. Before I’ve finished you’re going to experience pain like you can’t even imagine. That’s not going to stop me though – I’m prepared to go the extra mile to get you the low hangers you dreamed of in your sick wank fantasies. I can tell you now it’s going to be no pain, no gain and you’ve got plenty of pain ahead of you.

He closed the stiff leather collar around my sac and I heard it close with a series of clicks. I felt his finger brush over my cock head in its heavy metal cage and I could see that he was grinning. He moved the finger to his mouth and sucked on it.

“You are one pathetic, horny, fucking bitch. Is there nothing I can do to you to stop your excuse for a cock leaking all the time? Let’s see what happens when I give your balls a proper workover.”

I glanced up at the timer expecting to see that we were at least half way through the session but when I saw that we were only 18 minutes in I could feel a sense of panic but there was nothing I could do. All those years I had dreamed of being completely helpless, and here I was getting exactly what I had always wished for. The reality was so different from my fantasies – there I controlled the pain and it stopped when I wanted it to, here the pain stopped when he wanted it to and what I wanted counted for nothing.

He went to the foot of the bed and picked up a length of cord and tied it to the D-rings on the parachute. He yanked on the cord to check it was firmly attached and I felt a stabbing pain deep in the pit of my stomach. It felt like I’d been kicked in the balls with a heavy pair of boots and I could taste vomit in my mouth.

He picked up a metal bucket and tied it to the cord.

“Time for us to have some real fun.”

He dropped the bucket, the cord went tight and the parachute yanked hard on my sac but this time the tension didn’t decrease. The ache just went on and on.

“You see that timer you fat bastard? Every 10 minutes I’ll be adding some more weight to the bucket, so we’ve got 40 minutes of fun ahead of us and it’s just going to get better and better. You’d better be ready with that pin number when we hit zero or you’re going to wish you’d never been born.

The timer read 40:00 and he leant down and picked up a ball shaped weight from the floor. I had no idea how heavy it was. He must have been a mind-reader as he dropped the weight onto my stomach and it rolled off my belly. It certainly felt solid but I still didn’t know how much it weighed.

“You stupid fat bastard, I want you to hold the weight on your belly so you can get the full impact of it.”

I breathed in to try and flatten my stomach but it was a pointless exercise – the belly was there to stay. He picked up the weight and placed it on my belly using my belly button like an egg cup to hold it in place. I was conscious that the weight was cold, solid and the weight was noticeable. He picked it up moved his hand to the foot of the bed, reached up and dropped the ball. Time stood still and I watched as the ball dropped – it must have been well over a metre above the bucket. Suddenly I heard the clang as the ball hit the bucket and at the same instant the pain in my balls and in the pit of my stomach went to a whole new level. It felt like my balls were going to be pulled off and it suddenly hit me that he would be adding eight more weights before the session ended. Would the weights be the same size or was he going to ramp it up as we got closer to the end. My panic levels started to rise again and I struggled to get control of my brain. The only way I could get control was to focus on the pain to try and make myself focus on the pain of my current situation rather than what might be coming.

“Your tits are looking so naked without the clamps. Time to fix that I think. You’re going to love these. I watched him as he went to the cupboard, he reached in and turned around quickly. When I saw what he had in his hand my eyes must have popped out of my head. He was carrying what looked like a pair of large jump lead clamps. These looked like someone had given a normal set of clamps steroids – there were huge and the teeth were serrated like the old fashioned crocodile clips we used to use at work to hold papers together. He couldn’t put those on my nipples they would rip them off. I shook my head vigorously from side to side signalling to him that I wasn’t happy with the clamps. He walked back so he was stood by my side, he leant down and he whispered in my ear.

“Look at the clock you fat slut – nearly time for another weight.”

He laid the 2 clamps on my chest and moved to the bottom of the bed again.

“Let’s make this a bit more fun for you – I’m going to give you complete control of which of the balls goes into the bucket. Now, isn’t that kind of me? Here’s how it’s going to work I’m going to hold up cards and each has a number. To choose a weight just nod when you see the number you want and I’ll add the right weight for you. Some of the weights are really light and others are heavy so you’d better choose wisely because the selection is all yours. You understand you thick fat slut?”

I nodded still struggling to control the pain coming from my tortured balls.

He held up the first card which had a large black number one on it. I nodded my head vigorously just wanting to get it over with quickly.

“Number 1 – let see. Ahh here it is.” He was rummaging on the floor and stood up with a larger ball in his hand.

He placed the ball into my belly button again and I was aware that it was noticeably heavier than the last one. Oh god, what would this do to my balls, how much could they take before they were ripped off. He picked up the ball and assumed the position at the foot of the bed again with his hand holding the ball high above the bucket. I stared at the ball and watched as his fingers opened and the ball started falling. It was falling so slowly until it disappeared from view and almost instantly I heard the loud clang as the ball hit the bucket and the ball already in place. The pain in my balls went to a whole new level. I was in pure agony. My balls hurt like hell but the real pain was deep inside. Any minute now my balls would be ripped from my body. He moved back up the bed to closer to my head.

“Told you you’d enjoy it. Your cock is still leaking, you sick fuck. I’ll make a deal with you – if you can make your cock soft before the next ball is due I won’t add any more. See, I look out for you – it’s up to you now whether this goes on for the full hour but if you fail we ramp it up a bit.”

He laughed and ruffled my hair.

“Let’s get those nipple clamps fitted – your tits will look so much better when the clamps are fitted and it will be good for you to focus on something other than your pathetic balls.”

He picked up the red clamp and started to play with it in his hand open and closing the teeth. I could guess from the amount of effort he was putting into opening the jaws that the clamps had a heavy spring inside them pulling the jaws closed. He started playing with my right nipple with his other hand and even though it was tender and sore I could feel it getting harder again. When he was happy with the nipple he turned the clamp so the teeth were pressed against my skin and opened his hand releasing the clamp. It bit down hard and I squirmed as the pain became so intense. The squirming pulled on my balls so my body was consumed by pain.

“I think we’ll wait until after the next ball is added before we add the other clamp – you can have too much of a good thing you sick fuck.”

He moved down the bed so he was level with my cock in its tight metal cage. Despite the pain my cock was still throbbing and the head was pressed tightly against the bars.

“Looks like you didn’t like the offer I made you, you sick fat bastard. I offered you the chance to avoid any more weights but a sick pervert like you wants to carry on. So, let’s make it more fun for both of us – when the clock hits 50 we’ll ramp things up a bit. You choose a card and I’ll choose one too and then we can add both balls to the bucket. Now, that’s got you excited, hasn’t it? I bet you’d love that, wouldn’t you?”

I shook my head vigorously, which agitated the clamp on my right nipple. I cringed and squirmed as the pain increased which just stretched my balls harder.

“You really are a sick, fat fucker, you don’t even admit to yourself what you enjoy. Doesn’t make any difference anyway because if I decide that’s what we’re doing then that’s what we do. This time round we stick to one card. Ready?”

He moved to the foot of the bed and picked up the cards again. He held up the two card but I resisted the urge to nod. He held the numbers up in sequence and when he held up the number seven I nodded.

He dropped down and picked up a ball from the floor. He cupped it in his hand and dropped it into my belly button again. This ball was smaller than the others but it felt different, it felt much heavier.

“I love the lead ones – they look really light but weigh a ton.”

He picked it up, leaned over and dropped it into the bucket. The pain was intense as my balls were stretched further and further. The involuntary squirming pulled on the nipple clamp making the teeth dig in deeper. My agony was intensifying. The drag on my balls intensified as each ball was added but didn’t diminish after as the increased weight maintained the tension.

“Your left tit is looking even more naked you fat fuck. Let’s fix that shall we.”

I shook my head from side to side trying as hard as I could not to move the rest of my body. He picked up the black clamp and went through the motions of opening it and closing it. His left hand found my left nipple and he massaged and squeezed my nipple to get it as erect as possible. Even though I knew what was coming my nipple just reacted instinctively and as soon as it was to his liking he closed the clamp on it. My whole body squirmed as much as the restraints would allow, pulling on my already tender right nipple and yanking my balls pulling them against the cord pulling them downwards. All I could think about was the pain, which was all encompassing.

I looked at the clock in panic willing that it would move quickly towards zero but it still read 14:05. Shit I still had fourteen minutes to go and he was going to be putting two balls in the bucket next time. Everything was pain – my balls, my stomach, my nipples. Just breathing drove the clamps on my nipples deeper and deeper. They must be biting my nipples off I just wanted them off.

My breathing was shallow, struggling to take in small amounts of air without moving the vicious clamps. I stared up at the timer on the wall and watched as the numbers slowly counted down. Time was running so slowly – each second seemed to take minutes to count down and all I could focus on was trying to control the pain and not make it any worse.

Finally, the clock hit 10:00 and he picked up the cards.

“Last time with the cards you fat bastard, in ten minutes you’d better be ready with that pin number.”

I nodded at the first card he held up and he smiled when he saw what number it was – four  what the fuck had I just done. He flicked through the remaining cards and carefully selected the number six. Suddenly it hit me that he knew which of the balls were which so he could easily select the heaviest.

“You chose my card you fat fuck. How did you know that was the heaviest ball in the set? So, I’m going to be kind to you and not drop these two from a height – I don’t want to be removing your balls just yet. These two will be dropped from the rim of the bucket. See, always looking out for you. I hope you fucking appreciate it.”

He bent down and picked up two massive balls, about the size of cannonballs.

“This one is yours.”

He placed the larger of the two balls on my stomach – it was cold and heavy. Fuck this was going to seriously hurt when it went into the bucket. He lifted the ball and replaced it with the second.

“And this one is mine – now don’t let it fall off or I’m going to drop this into the bucket and you will NEVER forget the pain.”

He moved back to the foot of the bed and bent down. The clang as the ball hit the bucket and the searing pain in my balls hit me at the same instant. It was so much worse than anything I experienced before. My whole body spasmed. I could feel my balls being converted into mush in the sac. I tried to breathe to relieve the pain but that just aggravated the nipple clamps driving them ever deeper into my tender flesh. I was faced with trying to balance my need to breathe to relieve the pain and the pain that I knew would come if I disturbed the nipple clamps or if I shifted and moved my balls. I was on a knife edge – in constant agony and anything I did would just intensify it.

“Time for the second ball and for once you have followed my basic instructions and not let it fall off, so I’ll show you some compassion and drop the last of the weights from the rim of the bucket. I hope you’re grateful because I’m not usually this considerate. The very least you can do is give me the pin number this time round.”

He picked up the second ball from my stomach and bent down again. I tensed waiting for this last ball to hit the bucket. The anticipation made it worse as my body tensed aggravating my tits and balls. Then it happened the clang and the searing pain as the last ball fell into the bucket. Everything was pain. Nothing I could do resulted in anything but more pain, every part of my body was on fire.

I looked up and saw that the time was reading 01:30. I was so close I just had to hold out for a short while longer and then he would release my balls. I willed the timer to move faster as I stared at it conscious of nothing but the pain in my body and the slow move towards 00:00.

He moved to my cock and ran his fingers over the cage. I felt his fingers rubbing against my cock and I realised that I was still throbbing in the cage. Maybe he was right, maybe I was a sick fuck who needed to be treated like this to get off. I felt his fingers brush my cock head and I shivered which just drove the clamps deeper and shifted my balls. I moaned into the gag but he continued stroking my cock head in its cage.

The time was down to the last few seconds now and I focussed on the four digits of the pin. I wasn’t confident that I remembered the number but not giving him a number wasn’t an option. I prayed that they would be right but all I wanted to do was give him the numbers so the torment would stop and my balls wouldn’t be destroyed.

He reached behind my head and unbuckled the gag and as the timer hit 00:00 he pulled it out.

My voice was weak but all I could say was four, six, two, seven. He smiled, pressed the gag back into my mouth and buckled it up tight.

“Now that was easy wasn’t it? Only three more cards to go and I can go to bed. First things first though I need a break and a snack – playing with you is exhausting.”

I panicked as he walked towards the door with the nipple clamps and parachute still in place.

“I don’t want you to get bored while I’m not here, you fat slut. I was going to remove the clamps and parachute but as you seem to love them both so much I’m going to let you keep them a bit longer. To show you how kind I am I’ll turn out the light so you can have a nice snooze. Make yourself comfortable because the next session is going to be intense.

The solid metal door slammed shut and then the whole room went pitch black as the light was switched off. I was left there in the darkness able to focus on nothing but the agony I was feeling in my nipples and balls. What the hell had I done, this wasn’t what I expected at all.

Despite it all my cock was still throbbing in its cage.

 

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