By ty dehner

As I struggle with the hood, it is quickly laced tight and the zipper is pulled down over the laces. My hands are pulled behind my back as I realize that Jonas must have gotten out of the chair. The hood has a strong leather smell as it is snug on my face. Handcuffs are slapped on my wrists, and they aren’t gentle about it. The zipper at the front of the hood is opened, and I learn that this is one of the layered hoods.

Jonas is smiling at me.

“Get on your knees.”

I struggle, as my hands are cuffed behind my back, and get on my knees on the concrete floor. I look up at him, and he just stands before me allowing me to take in how amazing and powerful he looks in his leather uniform. After a few moments, his gloved hand grabs the zip of the hood and closes it, putting me into a leather solitary. I hear their boots leave the room, and I am left alone again.

For a little while I can take kneeling, but over time my knees get sore on the hard floor. I work to relieve pressure on one knee, but it adds pressure to the other. Then I adjust the other way. I spend my time moving back and forth trying to manage the pain that is increasing. I think about sitting or getting in the chair, but I’m certain that would not go over well and I would be punished. I haven’t done anything to be punished so far and am not going to start now.

Time passes, but eventually someone returns. He comes to me, and I feel him standing before me. I feel gloved hands under my arms, and I am helped to my feet. I am moved across the floor and turned. The handcuffs are removed, as my arms are stretched above my head and soon I am secured with heavy leather restrains on my wrist that must be attached to a cross. My back and ass is exposed and I’m certain that I am going to undergo some impact training.

My ankles are secured next, and I lean into the cross and I wait. And wait. I know whoever is going to train me must be enjoying the anticipation that is growing inside me.

I hear a boot stomp on the floor, and I jump, as far as I can while restrained. I hear a laugh and feel two pair of gloved hands making their way around my body. These guys are a tease, giving me false hope of not going to be used. But their touch and stroking my body feels wonderful, and my cock grows and taps the cross that I’m secured too. They both lean into me, and I feel their leather-clad bodies against my bare skin. One toys with my nips, lightly twisting them as I moan into the hood and struggle in the bondage. Then one of them strikes me with their hand on my ass. It is followed by striking my ass. Then another strike as the other increases the pressure on my nips. Another slap, then one on my back. The other rubs my nips with his gloves.

The slapping increases in tempo as I get less stroking of my body. The four hands move around my naked body with harder and harder slapping. The sound of their leather-gloved hands hitting my bare skin fills the room and the interior of the hood that I am trapped in. They stop and then the flogger strikes my back and I feel the weight of the leather and hear the thud as it knocks the wind out of my lungs. There is a pause, then another strike. That was followed by another and a pace was being set. This was heavy leather, so there wasn’t so much pain as there was pressure against my lungs. It was more of a punch than a hit. After a long series the flogging would stop, and they would run their hands over my skin. I am sure it was turning red as I am light skinned and show marks very easily. Then they would stop, and I would get ready for the next flogger. This one had a bit more bite and stung. That hurt and I when one really got me, I would yell into the hood. They increase the amount of hits with this painful flogger. I was sweating some and my breathing was getting labored in the hood. They finished up this set with some very hard swings that made me struggle in the bondage and want to get out. It was getting intense and I wasn’t sure I was liking the pain.

That is when Jonas came up to me and grabbed my cock and balls and fondled them in his glove. He would squeeze and push me against the cross so I couldn’t move much.

“You are doing very well, slave. Very well.”

I nodded my head, but he probably just thought I was struggling. He gripped my cock and started stroking it with his dry glove. I was getting hard as he stroked, and it felt good. His other hand made its way to my ass as one of his fingers slid in my ass cheeks and explored the entry into my ass. I pushed my ass out a bit, and he squeeze my cock tightly. Then he stopped and I was left hanging on the cross, breathing heavily and hump the open space.

He released my cock and walked away. I heard Max and he leave the room again. Alone, I let the heat on my backside sink in then start to subside. My arms were getting tired from being held in place above me but there wasn’t much I could do about it. I took some time and took in my situation and how I was exposed to these two men and they were using me as an object. I don’t think I had ever felt so submissive as I was. There is some protection of myself when in the gear but being naked allowed for none of that. My thoughts were brought back to the here and now as I heard Jonas and Max return. Jonas came up to me and removed the hood as he instructed me to keep my eyes shut and my mouth shut. Then the restraints were released, and I was turned around to face towards the open space. After leading me to the table, I climbed upon it laying on my back. A wet sock was put into my mouth, and I could taste the piss it was soaked in. Then heavy tape was wrapped around my lips and lower part of my head. To add to the intensity a very heavy and tight leather hood was put on my head. This was a padded solitary hood with many straps on it. They were tightening and locked and I was once again in darkness.

One of them put suction cups on my tits and soon I would feel some heavy leather dropped on my body. They had me sit up and as I adjusted laid the leather under me. As my arms were inserted into internal sleeves, I knew I was going into a leather sleep sack. I always wonder why they called it a sleep sack as the few times that I’ve been in one I never got any sleep as I was being used and kept on edge. They worked the leather over my body and pulled it tightly around me as they pulled up the zipper leaving my cock and balls exposed. The rest of the sack was roped and belted, and I am certain that each belt had a lock on it. Then they went to work on my cock and balls adding to straps and devices to it. Steel cock ring and ball weight was added. Jonas toyed with my cock getting me hard then he let go.

I was left alone for a moment, then I felt Jonas kissing my gagged lips again.

“Slave, do you know how fucking helpless you are? But you look so amazing right now. Here is how the rest of your time is going to proceed. We are headed out shortly for an early dinner then the bar. We might pick up a boy or two and bring them here and use them. Or we might just stay out all night. But you, my slave, will be here, helpless like the object you are. Your cock is wired and will be going through phases of electro torture. You’re not locked in your cage, so you can cum if you want. But think about this. The program of the electro is varied, and it might make you cum more than once. You can’t stop it, so you might want to take it easy.   I gagged you heavily, as I know you are going to scream as your cock will face extreme pain. But yet you will only be able endure it on your own.”

He strokes my chest with his gloved hand.

“To give you some hope, you will be released tomorrow morning. But you will be returned to your dry suit, chastity and hood to be stored away for most of tomorrow before being returned to your home. I’m sure you will enjoy the rest, but you might not like how you are stored. Tough shit, I say.”

He pats me on the cheek as the electro starts lightly. All I can do is roll slightly as they have secured me to the table. My head is able to move up and down but I know I am just a leather-encased object on their table.

I think I hear them leave and the electro starts its slow rise in amperage. I do get hard as it feels good at the levels I am being treated. It is a weird feeling having the heavy tight leather cocoon my body and the cool air around my cock that is free. My tits have gone numb because of the suction. I taste the piss in my mouth as the first of many high shocks strike my cock. I knew it would be coming but it didn’t prepare me. I screamed into the gag and lifted my head. The shock stopped, then there was another and damned is my cock wasn’t reacting to it.

Then the electro would ramp down. And I would get harder, at times trying to hump the air. Then the shocks increase and were like lightening striking my cock. I could feel the tightness of the gag, my face wrapped in tape and the leather covering my head, struggling in the leather sack. This only got me harder and harder.

Since I could only breathe through my nose, it was a challenge to keep up as the hood only had nose hole for me to get fresh air. I don’t know how long it was as I went through this torture. The ramping up and down of the electricity, feeling the heavy leather and bondage. I hoped it had been hours but doubt that it was that long. I struggled as I could when things got painful and that only made my cock get harder. I could feel the edge of my cum boiling in me making its way to release and then the electric would stop and start again. It was so random. I would get some rest and it would start again. This time the cycle didn’t stop, and toward the edge I raced.

I couldn’t stop it, and when it was the most painful I erupted with my cum shooting out of me. I was an amazing feeling, all that ecstasy that I felt. Then I realized that I was totally alone in this blissful state. I was an object just being milked, no affection, no touch, just a toy being played. I worked to catch my breath and took in some of the liquid that was in the sock filling my mouth. I felt the relaxed state that one enjoys after releasing a load. As cum dripped down my cock I felt the coolness and just laid there in silence.

Then a very high shock struck my cock, and I was reminded that this night was not over with.

To be continued …