From the end of Part 22:
We had finished eating and were continuing to talk when he looked across at me and slightly grinned, saying, “It’s a hot afternoon, don’t you think? Take the tank top off. I want to see you shirtless with that collar more readily visible.” I did as he asked and was slightly embarrassed and he knew it. We continued talking for a few more minutes with me thinking everyone was looking at me. I’m sure that wasn’t true as there were other guys shirtless outside, also, but it felt like it. I was the only guy wearing a locked on collar, after all.
In the car I was cuffed again, shirtless and barefoot still. Dan drove us back to my place and once inside he had me kneel in front of him while he sat on the sofa.
“Let’s talk about the weekend I want you to spend with me. But we can do that after a little more play, yes?”
“Yes, Daniel,” I responded. I enjoyed being on my knees in front of him. He looked so hot sitting on the sofa smiling down and across at me.
Daniel leaned forward and lightly kissed me on the lips. When he pulled back he took his fingers and started to lightly massage my nipples which immediately had me moaning, eyes closed, head starting to tilt back and a raging boner in my jeans leaking pre-cum. His fingers were so gentle and my nipples were so hard wired my breathing changed and I started to slowly pant.
“Easy boy,” Daniel said to me as he continued to massage the tips of the nipples and he saw the changes that were happening to me.
Continue reading 10 Days in Detention – Part 23
Through all the torments, pain and submission of the weekend I had no idea what day it was when John and Dan were finished with me. Dan and I had dozed off on the dungeon bed and I’m sure I slept for several hours. When I woke up Dan was still cuddling next to me with his hand over my chest holding me lightly. He was naked. At some point he must have stripped off the jeans while I was sleeping. We were facing each other and he had that wonderful smile on his face as he looked into my eyes. I was slowly coming to.
“You are so cute when you sleep,” Dan said. That made me smile and I perked up, leaned in and gently kissed him on the lips.
“We should get you home soon and let you relax.”
“What day is it?” I asked since I had no idea.
“It’s early Tuesday morning,” Dan replied, “so you have all day to relax and rest up before going back to work tomorrow. Are you ready to be released?”
Continue reading 10 Days in Detention – Part 22
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I remained kneeling in the center of the dungeon for a while. I thought back to the last few hours and how Dan treated me with kindness and acknowledged there was more than a connection between us. I looked forward to being able to explore that in the future. But for now I waited for what would definitely be a painful and difficult experience.
I continued to ponder why I wanted this. What drives a man to submit willingly to another man whose intention is to inflict pain, humiliate and subjugate his prisoner? It’s carefully carried out and both men enter into the arrangement with full knowledge of what will happen. At the conclusion both men appreciate and thank the other for the opportunity to engage in these real roles. Why do I want to experience pain? Why do I want to be made to service John and Dan? Why am I attracted to them and this play? I guess I’ll never really know or perhaps don’t really want to understand. It fills a purpose. It fills a need. And here I am, naked, handcuffed, on knees waiting for the next punishment and training period.
I heard the door open and immediately my pulse quickened. I felt their presence in front of and behind me.
Continue reading 10 Days in Detention – Part 21
When Dan returned I heard something or some things land on the floor. It wasn’t a big thud but Dan had clearly brought some items with him from the other side of the dungeon. Next I heard a zipper. A few seconds later I heard fabric moving. Dan was taking off his pants. I had my head turned towards the wall so I couldn’t see Dan or what was happening.
“Pull your legs together,” Dan ordered.
I had been spread eagle as previously instructed.
Dan got onto the bed near my mid-section and then straddled himself over my butt with his legs on either side of my legs. I felt skin on skin and as he settled in and I his cock touched my butt. Dan was naked. His skin against mine felt good. He started to lean down on me with his hands placed on either side of my head and then his full weight came down with his head nestled against my head’s right side. This felt amazing.
Continue reading 10 Days in Detention – Part 20
The scream echoed through the cell. Even from behind the muzzle it was loud or at least I thought it was. As I was in a dark cell, isolated with hard walls where the sound bounced around, anything that had a level of volume to it seemed louder. Then again, the pain I was in so quickly from this compression position was more than intense.
At first the immediate concern was breathing. John and Dan did a first-rate job of making sure my knees were as tight against my chest as they possibly could be with the ankles pulled in just as tight. My ability for lung expansion was labored, at best. Being in complete darkness didn’t help. Without sight the head can only focus on touch and the other senses. They become magnified. Like the scream, the sound of air inhaling and exhaling when it’s the entire focus of your existence takes on a completely higher status.
Being chained off and head held up also meant little to no body movement of any kind along with the compression position. Muscles throughout my body were aching quickly.
Continue reading 10 Days in Detention – Part 19
I’m not sure how long I slept. When I woke up it was still pitch black in the cell. I maneuvered myself onto my knees, wrists of course were still cuffed behind my back, and worked myself to what I thought was the center of the cell. I just knelt there and waited.
I wasn’t sure exactly what else to do. In my mind I wanted to please John. The handcuffs were the only restraints I was wearing so I had complete movement within the cell. I could get up and walk around but to be completely submitted in my head meant waiting. And the waiting should be in a manner befitting the station I was being trained to be… a bondage slave. Waiting, therefore, meant on knees, facing the door, head bowed, knees apart until John, my master, returned. This would be an appropriate position to be found in.
It was difficult to maintain this position. The cold, hard concrete floor was uncomfortable and painful to stay kneeling on without any padding between my knees and the floor. But such was the position of a bondage slave I kept telling myself.
Continue reading 10 Days in Detention – Part 18
John stood me up and walked me into the cell. Inside I was made to sit against the wall and the wrist shackles were padlocked to a ring on the wall, forcing me to sit there. John looked back at me as he walked towards the door, closed it and a moment later the lights went out, leaving me in complete darkness.
I had been in the cell like this before so it wasn’t the hard, difficult bondage I had expected to spend the night in. Yes, if left this way for a long time with wrists cuffed behind my back the shoulders would start to experience that deadening pain that is so hard to contend with after a couple of hours. But I had made it through this before and could do it again.
It wasn’t to be, though. After a short time the cell door opened and a little light from the dungeon space partially illuminated the cell. John was standing in the doorway holding lengths of chain. He entered the space and let the chains drop just short of the center of the cell’s floor.
“You didn’t think I was going to leave you like this all night, did you? This would be too easy,” John chuckled as he came and stood over me.
He had me lean forward and released my wrists from the wall. Next he removed the length of chain going from the front of the steel collar to the ankle shackles. He also removed the ankle shackles, leaving the steel collar and the wrist shackles on me. John picked up the chains and shackles he removed from me and left the cell for a few moments.
When John returned, he had another set of shackles and some padlocks.
Continue reading 10 Days in Detention – Part 17
When I woke up on Sunday morning I thought back to what had transpired on Friday and Saturday. I was sore physically but felt good mentally. There was a plan to move forward even though there were strings attached.
The goal was not to gain any weight this week. That sounded easy enough, but then again I had never really tracked what I ate and my gym workouts to this point were more about a means to stay a little active than to actually transform my body.
I got on the scale in my bathroom and it registered 186. It was two pounds heavier than the scale John had used. The current goal then was to be less than 186 on my scale throughout the week. I decided the easiest way to achieve this was to eat smaller portions and make a few better decisions. This week it would be less coke and more water. Plate portions would be smaller, and if I went out I was only going to eat half the meal and bring the other half home.
In the back of my mind I knew the 100 lashes would probably happen at some point.
Continue reading 10 Days in Detention – Part 16