By JR

I woke up struggling against this neoprene sack throughout the night and into the next morning.  My mouth was caked with piss, cum and saliva.  The hood felt hot and the complete blackness grew frustrating.  The collar make my neck stiff and sore.  I had no idea what time it was.  My arms were tight against my sides.  I was thirsty and aching and had to pee.  My dick was still locked in the chastity pod, fighting futilely against its spikes.

Someone came to release me, informed me it was already after noon.  He removed the gag from my mouth, but reminded me the hood was staying on until Sunday.  He removed the pod from my dick.  After fighting erections in this thing all night, now that my dick was finally free it was too exhausted to get hard.

I drank some water and used the bathroom.  I wondered what my dick looked like after getting impaled by the little spikes.  I stretched and tried to orient myself despite the lack of vision, and considered what Tyler and Keith might have in store for me for the remainder of my captivity.  I was led into the shower and washed down thoroughly.  Then I was brought down to the kitchen and fed some eggs.  I used my hands as I could not find my mouth with a fork.

I was slowly coming back to life, sitting in this kitchen naked except for a hood and trying to eat.  My mind wandered back to the previous night, a wild an unexpected and totally hot night, and my dick sprang up as if suddenly realizing it was finally free to do so.

“That’s awesome,” I heard Tyler.  “Just sitting here eating your fucking eggs turns you on.”  I just smiled, remembering his ban on speaking.  After some silence he said, “It’s ok, you can speak now.  Are you doing ok?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Seriously, that wasn’t too intense?”

“Not at all.”  My dick grew harder, pointing straight up and rubbing the underside of the table where I sat.  There were parts that felt too intense at the time, but looking back over the evening I felt no regrets and I was extremely horny so my dick spoke louder than my brain anyway.  “What’s on the agenda today?”

“David was right, you are an insatiable pig!”  He told me that Keith went home and would be back later, and that he had to go to work for a few hours.  Since I was so obedient last night, I could choose my own bondage predicament to stay in until he or Keith got back to the house.

I was not keen on staying alone, but I did like the idea of rooting through Tyler’s collection of gear to choose my own implements of restraint.  We went back upstairs and Tyler removed the blindfold so I could look around, promising that it would go back on.  I started with his collection of ass toys, selecting a big red SquarePeg plug and working it inside me.  I added a thick stainless steel ball stretcher, secured with flush hex bolts like the collar I was wearing since I first arrived.  It was almost 2” long and stretched by tight balls to their limits.  I slid the rubber chastity shorts back on.  I thought maybe just the pressure would make me cum in the shorts over time.  I then found some leather cuffs for my ankles and wrists.  I laid down on my back on the bed and set about securing each limb to one of the bedposts.  Tyler came in after getting ready for work and surveyed my situation.  “I thought you would get a bit more creative, but this works.  Mostly.”

He then proceeded to add a couple of items.  He fit a gas mask over top of my head, which fit smoothly over the rubber hood.  Then he added mitts to my hands and rubbed a generous amount of Icy Hot into my nipples.  And he left, reminding me that I was on camera and he could check in on me from his phone.

I laid there spread eagle for hours, maybe two or three, maybe more.  My nipples burned and my breathing labored.  My balls just ached, so full and stretched.  I wiggled my wrists and ankles to maintain circulation.  I thought, “Why do I do this to myself?”  And then I thought about the previous night and got rock hard and tried to gyrate against the thick chastity shorts to no effect.

Occasionally I would nod off, awaken in a panic, calm myself, get hard again, and struggle uselessly to cum.  I then awoke to the feeling of vibrations.  Someone had come in and strapped a vibrator or massage wand against my crotch.  I just lay there wondering who it was, feeling ticklish and then aroused.  More time passed – maybe a half an hour – and the gas mask came off.  I was given some water and then tasted a dick at my lips.  It was hard and salty.

He fucked my face wordlessly, just the occasional grunt.  He pulled out and rubbed his balls on my lips.  He turned around and sat his smooth sweaty ass on my face, which I eagerly rimmed.  I worked my tongue inside his hole as he ground his face against my rubber mask.  I figured out that it was Keith, further fulfilling my fantasy (and his?) to taste his sweaty body after a run.

He got up off my face and then filled my mouth with what I knew without seeing were his sweaty running shorts.  He released my ankles, unlocked the chastity shorts, and pulled them off.  He pushed my legs up over my shoulders and reattached the ankle cuffs to the posts at the top of the bed.  Keith grabbed a paddle and heated up my ass before carefully working out the large plug and sliding his dick inside.  He felt incredible.  His sweat dripping on me was amazing, as it pooled around me and lubricated the rubber sheets, making me slide smoothly against them.  He teased and stroked my dick as he worked my ass, bringing me to the edge.

Then he pulled out and punished my ass again with the paddle, and then a thinner strap, working his way along my thighs and up to my feet.  He whipped my balls making me recoil and whimper.  He whipped me harder and harder until I was screaming into his shorts and tears welled up in my eyes.  I could not tell if he was sadistic or just unaware of how hard he was using me.  I bucked wildly against my restraints, flailing on the bed, and begging for Keith to stop.

He yelled back, “This is EXACTLY what you wanted, faggot, so shut up!”  I tried to calm myself – he was right, after all – but all I could feel was my body stretched and on fire.  He made me count out the last ten hard whacks with the paddle, square on my ass, speaking loudly through his sweaty shorts.  Keith then stopped the punishment so that he could resume fucking my ass.  As he felt the heat emanating from my thoroughly abused ass, he came quickly and with unbelievable intensity.  And as if giving the play by play from a sporting event, he went on to tell me how he never beat anyone like that before and had no idea how it would turn him on.  That this animalistic rage came from nowhere and the more I screamed the more he wanted to keep whipping and paddling me until he just had to fuck me or he was going to orgasm just from seeing me in pain, knowing I was loving it and wanting more.

I was in pain.  And in ecstasy, and still horny at the same time.  Keith released me from all of the gear, except the hood and collar.  He had no idea where the keys and allen wrench were for those.  I had been in both for 24 hours and had about 12 more to go.  We showered and then went for a swim.  The cool water soothed the marks from Keith’s paddling and whipping.

We had a couple of beers and talked about bondage scenarios for the rest of weekend.  He wanted us both bound together, back to back with a double ended dildo impaling us both and secured with a mile of rope so we could not separate. He had been afraid to express this, but was going to ask Tyler to make it happen.  When he had to piss, Keith told me to get out of the pool and then pushed me down on the lawn, telling me to stay down with hands behind my head.  He pissed all over me, starting with my face.  He then turned and sat on my face and continued pissing onto my chest and stomach.  He worked his ass against my tongue as he played with my dick.

I was hard the moment his first stream of piss hit my face.  He did not tease this time, but expertly jacked me off using his piss as lube.  Keith grabbed my sore balls firmly, forcing me to ejaculate so hard it made me dizzy, face pressed into Keith’s ass, grunting like a true pig.

And then: “Time to get you locked up again before Tyler gets home.”

 

 

Metal would like to thank JR for this story!