By Justin I

S: You’re looking good, sort of like a man but not really.

F: Big talk for the guy not tied up.

S: True.

Sam then began flexing his muscles, sending ripples across his enormous body. Slowly caressing his own smooth and blemish-free tanned skin.

S: You’re not wrong. Tell me this, even without the restraints do you think your chances of beating me in a grappling match are any better?

I swallowed but with as much of a position of power I could assume, laying in this bed bound and helpless.

F: Sure thing, but I’ve got the higher tolerance for pain. You’re nothing but a weak little beta.

I could tell I had stirred something in Sam’s mind. His sinister eyes glanced around, and a wicked smile crossed his face. Leaving the room for a brief moment, returning with a wide white roll of self-adhesive medical wrap.

S: I don’t think we need any more talking coming from you. Plus, this will help with any loud noises or screams you will make.

Sam then climbed on top of me. His enormous package inches from my face. With a majority of his size resting on my chest, saying I felt pressure or a heavy burden was an understatement. Finally getting the roll undone, he bent backwards practically thrusting in my face, he grabbed both of his socks off his sweaty feet. Rolling them and placing them in my mouth.

F: Hey, I –

Was all I was able to get out before the socks were forcefully inserted. They tasted terrible and were slightly wet, the sweat from his toes and soles of his feet now dissipating into my mouth running down my throat.

S: That should help with being quiet, even something to bite on if this becomes too much for your skinny twig figure.

Now with great force he began wrapping in a counter-clockwise fashion. This roll I had picked out myself and was enough to wrap an entire subordinate’s head, but in this case he only focused on wrapping just beneath my nose to the bottom and under my chin. Finishing up he pressed against the wrap to make sure it was secure, during this time his eyes were locked with mine, a mixture of passion and disconnection. I felt closer to him than before, proud even, but I also was witnessing my creation which shared no love or tender care. Sitting up as to stare from a higher angle.

S: That’s better. You talk way too much, always boasting about your intelligence, your money, your house, your dungeon, your everything. I like you better this way.

I tried responding but only got out grunts and mmphs. Sam then sitting himself back resting on my stomach he lowered his hands onto my chest, specifically the upper chest and shoulder area.

S: You are right. Let’s implement a “Talk Too Much Tuesday” where you go the entire day without speaking, with help of a gag of course. That’s for later, let’s begin.

Sam then slid his hands across my chest and shoulders, up to my shoulders and then down to either side of my chest. Placing them on the edge of my pectorals.

S: I am so happy you had me train to give you massages every day, threatened to do a good job or else. While I was doing my research I discovered something called ‘deep tissue massage.’ Well the premise is that force is applied to the muscle, hence the deep tissue portion, which can cause pain.

My eyes widened. My tolerance for normal bdsm pain was acceptable but my muscles?

S: You should be nervous, I can tell your heart rate is going up. Well I am going to give you one more massage, this one is going to be really good. See the normal massage is supposed to have all these benefits, but you don’t want to press too hard. I will not be following that advice. See, I am going to squeeze you in places all over until I feel you have felt the most pain without breaking.

Then without warning, Sam’s fingers started to curl underneath each pec from the sides and began squeezing in his extraordinarily strong hands. Immediately I felt the painful rush of pressure from my chest, I was about to snap but decided to ride out. Instead I began moaning and thrusting to shake the pain.

S: How does that feel, little man? Maybe I should just rip your chest muscles, they are too small and need proper breakage for rebuilding.

With that Sam was now squeezing harder and pulling towards him, being tied and sat down there was no following. I was in agony. I started to snap, but the pain kept distracting me. All I needed was three consecutive snaps and I was free.

S: Why are you snapping? That’s annoying.

Getting only one or two snaps without succession, Sam grabbed my right hand and closed it. Reaching over for more wraps, he wrapped my hand into a fist shape. I fought as hard as I was able, but I was no match for this alpha. When he finished, he walked over to my left. I was panicking. If I couldn’t snap now then I was stuck with no safe word. My problem is that I was freaking out and I couldn’t snap as well with my left hand. With my final attempt in desperation I got out one, two and then I was closed shut. He wrapped this hand too until I was unable to move my fingers in any way. I was trapped. I had no out. I was now subject to anything and everything Sam had in mind. My eyes closed in sorrow as I knew what this meant. I began to sweat bullets. Only returning to the moment by Sam’s weight once again on top of me. He used his hand to grab my chin and twist me towards him.

S: Oh Freddy, Freddy, little Freddy! Open your eyes, it’s too early to give up. We have got a couple hours, maybe even a day or two together. Who knows?

Sam removed his hand, bringing them back down. Sliding towards the shoulders the assault began again. Sam proceeded to squeeze and knead my shoulders, arms and chest for what felt like eternity. I fought as best I could, but the biggest weighted blanket in the world was resting on top of me and I was being attacked. I could feel the sweat soaked sheets underneath me. Sam sitting up and stepping to the side.

S: That was a solid push day we just did, your chest, shoulders and triceps have certainly been worked until failure. Now it’s time we work the legs, wouldn’t want to skip leg day would we Freddy?

Sam then positioned himself between my calves and feet.

S: I think this time we’ll work bottom to top? How does that sound? Speak up if you disagree.

Sam waited as if actually expecting any defiance. I grunted and tried yelling but there was no use. No sound but moans emerged. The sock and wrap did their job well.

S: No? That’s good. These are some of the smallest calves I’ve ever seen, good thing I am here to help.

Sam then wrapped a hand around each calf. His hands were now big and strong enough for both to be tormented sufficiently. Then he got to work. His four fingers once again pressing my calves towards his thumbs, thumbs that pressed with all his strength causing me agony once again. I could tell this was taxing on Sam as well, with himself drenched in sweat as well. However my pain must have been a shot of adrenaline only making him stronger with no exhaust. I squirmed and wriggled to the edge of the restraints, but my bonds were too strong. Tears had already been flowing, but again my eyes began to water. Sam had not noticed before but now.

S: Are we crying Freddy? I am glad I got here when I did, I see you will need even more work than I thought. Let me go grab something for your quads.

Sam had worked my calves for a long time but left to grab something, what I knew not but I was sure glad for the relief. Returning he was holding a long foam log from the home gym.

S: We sure do hate the foam roller, painful on its own but does the trick of releasing the strain and soreness from our muscles. Now do you think there is some reverse to this tool, let’s give it a go.

Sam once again climbed on the bed between my legs, this time a little higher. He placed the foam roller on my knees and prepared himself just as a baker would with a rolling pin.

S: Let’s ‘knead’ some dough.

He then leaned forward applying all his weight and strength into the foam roller. I screamed beyond note. My legs killed when I rolled my legs myself but this was crushing. He made his way up my leg, each inch burning more than the last. Fighting at this point was pointless, but I did anyway. I screamed and pulled at each of the four posts. It was useless but my only option. Sam had a wicked grin as he reached my nuts. He pressed the roller until the base of my chastity cage. My cock cage was an even more sadistic menace, with forcing my balls away from receding they took to being busted along with my upper thighs. I was tensing now, even cramping but that wasn’t the pain I felt most. He paused at this spot and Sam really grinded into my balls, luckily my legs took a brunt of the pain but it was not enough. I continued screaming and yelling, begging with my thrashing side to side and with my eyes for Sam to have mercy.

Finally Sam released and threw the log to the side.

S: Now you have been properly working, I am sure this session has given you more growth than any other workout in your life. This is a new technique for me, one that I want to use with others, so for research purposes, how do you feel?

Sam smiled but I started bawling. Sobbing tears with my chest writhing trying to get oxygen between the outbursts of sadness. My throat was sore, on the brink of being torn from all my silenced exclamations of pain. My body was aching all over and I was relieved of every ounce of energy in my frame, with only one option I stared at the ceiling trying to stop myself from this embarrassing humiliation of sadness.

S: I see that breaking down the muscles has been accomplished, your muscles will grow back stronger than before. You should be thanking me. Would you like some relief my little man?

Still in my fit of painful sorrow, I nodded my head indicating yes.

S: Of course, I will be right back.

Sam left and I knew not where, I didn’t care. Then I heard the ice maker in the kitchen. Returning Sam had a large pitcher full of ice.

S: Time for some cold therapy.

Sam reached inside, first rubbing ice on himself. He brushed his forehead until the piece melted, which was not long. Then he took another, this one he rubbed on the back of his neck and along the top portion of his chest, running it down until drops of water mixed with sweat beaded downward. My cock began to grow, but still locked I was hurting. Horny and hurting once again. My cock now in obvious view, grown but internally.

S: Oh, you like when I rub ice on my muscles? I sure got hot hurting you, my hands are the most sore. I’m being selfish, let’s start helping you.

Sam reached inside and grabbed a handful of ice, he then took them and placed all of them on my balls and cock. Once again I thrust to escape this frigged assault but no escape. My cock began to shrink, but my balls were starting to freeze. It was cold. He left his hand full of ice until melted enough, he would have touched my dick and balls directly. He proceeded to take ice from the pitcher and piece by piece, at this point I was burning but not on fire. My skin was suffering this time, and my muscles had no more relief than before we started. Only now I was shivering from how cold my body had gotten, I was getting turned on again from all the sensation.

S: From all your shivering, I can tell you’re cold. I am going to go grab lunch and then we’ll continue.

Leaving the room I heard him getting dressed and leaving the house. Finally a break.

At the sound of a plate being thrown into the sink I awoke. It had been an hour or so, just a few minutes? There was no clock I could see, but I knew Sam was home.

S: I saw you took a little nap buddy. Figured you had earned it but I got another idea to help relieve some of that stress your body is feeling. Are you interested?

I was still groggy, but from his face I knew it was nothing good. Once again in a futile attempt I prepared myself for refusal, I tried waving my knubs of hands, shaking my head side to side, and grunting mm mm, mm mm, no no.

S: I thought you would like some relief. Let me go grab it.

Sam left and returned but this time from the bathroom. It was a small white tube that looked like toothpaste. I was confused but watched.

S: I use this on my muscles when I am feeling sore. Strong stuff, works well but you don’t want it in your more sensitive parts of your body, well you don’t but I do.

Sam then turned the bottle around, it was a bottle of this icy hot lotion that went on cold but heated up quickly. I used it once on my legs but his ‘sensitive areas’ comment made me panic. I pulled and pulled against the ropes and restraints but no luck, I thought a combo of dehydration and sweat would loosen my hands but no luck.

S: Woah, woah, little man, this is good. I am only helping you, you want me to help you right? You want to be let out of the ties right?

I shook my head indicating yes, but I wanted help getting out of these restraints.

S: That’s good. This is the last thing we will be doing.

Placing the bottle on the bed, he reached into his pocket grabbing a set of white latex gloves.

S: Don’t want to accidentally get any on me, stuff burns you know? You don’t? Well you will.

Sam slipped his hands into the XL size gloves and began untwisting the cap. I was thrusting and causing the whole bed to shake. I fought with as much as I had in me but it wasn’t enough. This was happening and there was nothing I could do.

Sam took out a large squirt of the excruciating cream onto his hand, taking one last look at me he reached down and slathered my balls. He applied a generous amount to my balls and area around my cock cage. Once satisfied, he sat back up and capped the serum.

S: Just a little to start, feeling nice and cooling? Enjoy and savor that feeling. It won’t last long.

Then the seconds turned into hours, my cock and balls were feeling cool, cold even. It was refreshing and then it started. Gradually the skin around my genitals were engulfed in the flames of the poison. Tears formed once again in my eyes and I was trembling, I fought and thrusted enough to hear part of the frame under the bed to crack. I was screaming, screaming for it to stop, for relief, for everything to stop. I would give up anything and everything for this feeling to stop. Sam started laughing.

S: Little man, you have got some fight in you. I should have started with this generous treatment. You are squirming more than an oiled pig, you look like one actually covered in all this sweat.

I was on fire. No relief and suffering the most pain in my life and Sam was just staring and laughing at me. I fought and I fought but eventually after almost all my muscles had cramped I was out of strength and enduring endless torment. Eventually I passed out from the pain.

Waking up, I must have passed out. I was on my bed. I was freezing cold. The sheets were soaking wet, almost all I am sure from my own sweat. My throat was incredibly sore, that’s when I realized I could move my mouth. I also had freedom of my hands, arms and legs. I was let out of my chastity as well. Sitting up I was aching all over, eventually collapsing back onto the bed, this time wrapping myself in the sheets for hopeless warmth.

Rising the next morning I overheard Sam getting ready for the day, frustrated with a rage I had never felt, throwing a pair of shorts on I emerged from my room. Sam was dressed for work as a landscaper, bright red hat, his tight white sleeveless open sided shirt, tight blue jeans and work boots. He was on the couch watching TV while eating breakfast. He turned towards my bare chested body, now showing my bruised and red body. Legs and torso showed every little point Sam squeezed me. He started chuckling.

S: Hey little man, you’ve got something on your shoulder, actually it’s all over you. Well, I can’t tell with your jewels man, but from what I hear, things get hot in the bedroom.

SNAP SNAP SNAP

Sam immediately and without hesitation froze. My safe code had worked, if bound his directive was to untie and ungag me, without either he was to remain in a suggestive and obedient state.

F: Stand up!

Sam did so.

S: Pull out your phone and text that you won’t be working today. Then take off all your clothes.

Sam obeyed. After the chime from a sent text I took his phone from him, his smart watch too. Then he pulled off his shirt, arms crossed at the bottom. Throwing his shirt to the side. He then went to undo his shoes, one boot and then the other, socks too. His clean and fresh showed toes now revealed his hands proceeded undoing his jeans. Tight so it was a struggle, but doable. Sam hesitated when it comes to his tight trunks.

F: All your clothes, and where is my “Yes, Sir”?

S: Yes, Sir.

Sam said in a monotone voice. He then removed his trunks and his cock and balls were set free to flop out. His dick now growing, his body assuming we will be having fun. His body won’t, but my entire being will.

F: Follow me.

S: Yes, Sir.

Once again talking but completely checked out, on autopilot. I led Sam down the stairs to the dungeon. Once at the bottom I grabbed the chastity device that would now fit him with no shrinkage. A new one as the girth of his penis had grown and the old one hardly fit. Locking it in place, he would not be receiving any orgasm any time soon.

F: Go into the cell.

S: Yes, Sir.

Sam turned walking into the jail cell. A small room retrofitted with a bed bolted to the ground with a passable but not comfortable mattress wrapped in plastic, also locked on. A sink with irremovable handles and durable. A collar in the back with a chain sharing with the same wall positioned above a drain that leads all liquids out of the cell, eventually designed for a shower. I closed the door, changing the code on the lock, so he wouldn’t be able to open.

SNAP SNAP SNAP

Sam awoke.

F: Rise and shine, Prisoner!

Sam was disoriented and confused.

S: What? What is going on? What happened?

Looking around and then down at his now naked body, Sam realized where he was and what was happening.

F: You messed up Sam! You took things too far and now I have to finish breaking you, you will serve me with absolute obedience, you won’t even realize it’s a chore to do anything I ask, and you will love every minute. Welcome to your new home for a while. Yell all you like, it’s no use, you as well as I know this room is soundproof even from the upstairs and the upstairs is soundproof to the outside.

With that I turned up the stairs. Getting to the couch I smelled his freshly stripped clothes, casting to the living room TV the camera that was positioned in the cell giving me a full uninterrupted view. Sam was pacing, then sitting on the bed with his hands on his head, then fighting against the bars of the cage. It was no use. I took the day off to watch as my once proud and in control mammoth of a man was now nothing but a helpless little man himself.

With one final action before breakfast and a day of rest contemplating Sam’s fate. I turned the AC on downstairs, causing him to crawl into bed in the fetal position shivering. His man parts trying to pull in for warmth but restricted and left out in the cold.

F: This is only the beginning, it will start off cold but heat up soon. I chuckled to myself.

To be continued …