There were so many thoughts running through my mind as I knelt in the center of the dungeon. Dan had cuffed my wrists behind my back and blindfolded me, leaving me on my knees and naked, waiting for John’s return.
It was quiet in the dungeon. I kept thinking about the last 24 hours or so and how Dan had put me through an intense regimen of bondage, torture and sexual service. Even with all that had happened, I realized all of that was just an appetizer for what could come if they decided and agreed to subject me to 10 days in detention.
Trying to keep my kneeling position was difficult. I was very tried from what I had experienced, and maintaining my balance was a chore.
When I heard the dungeon door finally open, it had to have been anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour that I had been left there alone.
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I felt Dan return to the bed and to me.
Into my ear he whispered, “You will feel many sensations before we are done.”
I then felt him take hold of my balls. He pulled them down slightly, taking care to ensure he had them within his grasp and slightly pulling them away from my body. There was the sound of clinking as with small chains, and I felt the leather first and the prickly sensation second. The ball stretcher being attached to me included small spikes on the inside. It took him a few moments to secure the stretcher, and when he had it just right he gave it a small yank and I yelped slightly as the spikes dug into the tender skin of my balls.
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I’m not sure how long I was asleep. I woke up suddenly to the sound of banging on the cage bars. It was loud and irritating and immediately took me out of my slumber.
When my eyes adjusted I saw Dan standing outside the cage with a thick wooden dowel in his hand. He was using it to bang on the bars.
“Wake up slave. Your service is far from complete. Get on your knees,” Dan commanded. I managed to roll over so that I was on my knees and facing the end of the cage.
Dan took the dowel and held it between the bars to get the end under my chin. Using the wooden stick he guided me to the very end of the cage with my head touching the upper bars.
“Stay put, slave,” Dan commanded this time. I was still not fully awake yet and was trying to comply with his demands at the same time as I was trying to become fully coherent. My body ached all over from last night’s punishment session and it was hard to maneuver between the stiff muscles and the heavy shackles I was wearing.
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I was breathing heavily through the gag, still not recovered from the nipple pain Dan had just unleashed on me. Drool was pooling in my mouth and started to drip down slowly from the gag. It was like a very slow waterfall that was cascading in slow motion until it reached my engorged cock. I could feel the liquidy mess as it landed.
Why was my cock hard? Dan had just put my nipples through their own private hell while my arms and shoulders were dealing with their own torture and them in turn causing the constant pulling and aching on my balls. Did I really like what was happening to me? Dan had given me an out to stop what was happening and end it all. It would have ended the fantasy for me, too – those ten days in detention I thought I was craving. Yet, here I was. I didn’t take the out. I submitted mentally and verbally to Dan essentially asking for him and John to continue what they had started with me.
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The pain started just as Dan had said. My shoulders were aching. My arms were aching, and the pulling on my balls was constant and sustained. The predicament position I had been placed in was perfect in its design. I continued to try to keep my arms up behind me to take some pressure off of my balls, but it was always short lived. Being in complete darkness didn’t help either.
It only added to the mental hell the pain was starting to put me through. I doubt I could take an hour of this, let alone two hours as Dan had promised. And what did he mean every fifteen minutes he would make it tougher on me?
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“Stay put,” Dan said. “Remain on your knees with your hands behind your back.”
With those instructions I stayed where I was kneeling in the dungeon. I could hear Dan behind me moving around. When he came back to me he once again threw the transport hood over me and plunged me into darkness.
More sounds came from around me over the next few minutes. I could hear a door open here and there and movement of heavy items yet I had no idea what Dan was preparing for my punishment.
Eventually he returned to me placing leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles. He ordered me to stand up and guided me through the dungeon. My feet felt the cold concrete of what I thought was the cell since it was the only space so far I had been in that was not gym flooring under my feet.
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It was a short drive to our destination. I tried to remember the sequence of turns and stops that we would have taken to get to the taco place, thinking I could figure out if we are going back to John’s place in reverse. The reality is I didn’t pay all that much attention on the way there, so reconstructing it in my mind was useless. When you’re in the back of a car handcuffed, gagged and hooded, though, your mind wants to engage in some level of activity to prove to itself that you’re safe.
The car pulled into a driveway before it stopped, and I heard another car door open and close before Dan got out of his car, leaving me in the back seat. Within moments the passenger door next to me opened, and I heard Dan and John talking. My initial reaction was one of relief. The seat belt was removed from across my lap, and Dan helped me out of the car. The car door closed. I heard John’s voice next.
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When we reached the taco place there was an amazingly handsome guy standing out front. John said, “There he is waiting for us.” We pulled in and got out. I was about to meet the second guy that I would submit to as a bondage slave.
As I walked up to him he put out his hand and said, “Hi, I’m Dan. You must be Dave.”
I smiled and replied, “Yes, I’m Dave. It’s nice to meet you, Dan.” His handshake was strong. It was just one of the indicators of how in shape Dan is and he clearly worked out. Dan was about the same height as John being, 5’10”, but definitely a little buffer. He was wearing jeans and a grey wife beater tank top that really accentuated his pecs. His waist was thin and he had a great V shape about him and his abs slightly showed through the fabric of the tank top. He was clearly a good-looking guy. My eyes went down to his feet and he was wearing flip flops.
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