By Hotch Rider

The night went on. With every passing minute, my shoulders were aching more. I tried moving them but that limited motion was not helpful. My feet were starting to hurt and they were also cold from the concrete. But the worst part was the space heater. That damn heater. At first the warmth was nice, it relaxed my muscles a bit but now it was just another source of pain. My skin was red and wet. I had been sweating all over and I was thirsty. I could see the sky getting brighter and knew Jack would be in any minute. Those minutes didn’t pass and I really needed some water.

“Jack! Hey Jack! I’m thirsty man. Can I get some water? … Jack? It’s really hot here.” As expected, there was no answer.

“Jack, please! My shoulders hurt. I’m thirsty. Please come!” There was no answer.

“I don’t want to do this anymore, please! I need… I need water Jack. Please!”

I started crying. I had not been expecting the night to be so hard. I needed to be let free. I was afraid. All those thoughts about Jack being a psychopath returned.

It was maybe ten minutes later that Jack walked in. His face had a stern expression. He didn’t make eye contact. He walked straight to the right wall and grabbed a leather bound paddle. It looked like a cricket bat, only shorter. He came closer.

“Thank you Jack. Thank you. I was really thirsty.”

“WHO THE FUCK IS JACK, BOY?” The paddle landed on my left cheek and I jumped forward. Was I supposed to answer? “Answer me, boy!” I knew what I had to say.

“It’s you, sir.”

“Who?” This time, on the right.

“You, sir.”

“Good. Remember that.” Again, on the left. They hurt a lot more than I would have thought.

He went back to the wall and grabbed a dog bowl. He placed it on the ground. I saw the juice box in it which he poured into the bowl. Next, Jack reached the remote and started lowering the chain. I slowly brought down my hands. The pain in my shoulders worsened. I rolled and stretched. It helped a little. The chain went down until there was just a bit of slack on it. Jack removed the spreader bar between my wrists and connected them back to the chain using a padlock.

“I’ll go get you some food. You better finish that juice while I’m gone.” He left and I got down on my knees. I tried leaning down. It took a few tries as my wrists didn’t go lower than crotch level. By the time he was back, there was no juice left. Jack was holding a plate which he emptied into the dog bowl. It looked like chili with a few pieces of bread.

“Eat all you can. I’ll be back.” This time, I didn’t wait for him to start walking away. I put my face down and started chewing. It was cold and was obviously canned but still, I’d been hungry as a wolf. He came back when there was still a few mouthfuls left and took the bowl from under me. He looked at my face and smirked. I must have had chili all over my face. A drop fell down my chin. He walked around me and gently kicked the butt plug. I had almost forgotten about that but now I felt how stretched my hole was. He lifted the chain until I was standing with my hands above my head.

“You were hungry, weren’t you? Well, anyways, do you have to poop now?”

“No, sir.”

“Pee?”

“Definitely, sir.” All the drinks I had the night before had filled my bladder full.

“Ok, you can pee.” I wasn’t sure what to do.

“Yes, boy. Pee now.” Here? It didn’t look like I had a choice.

I couldn’t start with him watching me. I always had a hard time at the urinals, especially the ones without seperators.

“Stage fright?”

I was nervous. “Yes, sir.”

“Well, get over it.” I looked away, tried relaxing all my muscles.First a few drops, then a steady stream. I peed without touching my dick, onto the floor, in full view of this man I had met only a couple hours ago. The last drops landed on my feet.

“Done?” I nodded. He took out a leather padded blindfold from his pocket and put it on me. It had two straps so it wasn’t coming off. Then, I heard him walking around the room, gathering equipment. My anxiety was coming back. I felt his hands working down at my ankles, taking off the spreader and replacing it with chains. Then, he put on a collar, I felt it was wide and nicely padded. I felt him reach for the crane’s chain. He took my wrists down but I now felt my collar was connected to it. After taking off the suspension restraints, Jack cuffed my hands with rigid cuffs. behind my back with one arm on top and palms facing each other. Then, he chained the handcuffs to the leg chain.

“Pull on this while walking so you don’t trip.”

“Ok, sir.” Right after I said this, he put a fat cock gag in my mouth and padlocked it in place.

“Now we’re ready.” He took my leash off the crane and tugged on it. I started following him. We went through the double doors onto the mud ground. We then walked on a grass path and finally on some bare earth. I felt the leash slacking and stopped.

“On your knees.” I felt him hang the leash up. It pulled on my neck a little. I felt his hands unlocking the leg cuffs.

 

Metal would like to thank the author, Hotch Rider, for this story!