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Jesse is hung from the bondage cross and whipped

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At Dream Boy Bondage, Jesse can’t believe what is happening to him. Hanging by his wrists and ankles, strapped to a cross, not even a foot off the ground, is tormenting his body in ways he didn’t think possible. Every muscle in his body is fatigued and straining. He must lift himself up to breathe, but his muscles give out and he collapses, forced to hang from his wrists, over and over. The loincloth around his hips droops so low that his pubes and top inch of his cock are visible. The man torturing him pulls up his loincloth – presumably to hide his cock, so that what is about to happen to him can be televised – then, he whips his chest and stomach. Still, after a few lashes, the loincloth is ripped off, exposing his beautiful cock, and the whipping resumes. His tormentor strokes his straining muscles, appreciating the warmth of his pain, then leaves him to suffer, naked and alone, for hours.

Jesse is hung from the bondage cross and whipped

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10 Days in Detention – Part 32

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By socalbd

Note: This is a brand-new, never-seen-before chapter!

SoCalBD authorAfter going to dinner, I took Matt home which was only two blocks from me.  We lived super close to each other.   We arranged for me to spend time at his place next weekend.  Matt promised me 24 hours of difficult, strenuous, and limit pushing bondage that would make me suffer.  When he said that I didn’t respond right away.  Matt looked directly in the eyes and waited while I processed what he said.  I finally nodded my head in agreement and his facial expression went to his shit grinned look.  It made me smile but I also knew there was determination behind his comment and his look.  We said our goodbyes and he left the car and went into his house.  I drove the short distance home and started to think about the next weekend.  What would happen?

Matt and I connected each day throughout the week.  Through text messages and phone calls he made sure to check up on me and make sure I was OK after the prisoner weekend at Daniel’s place.  It also gave me a chance to check up on him after his revelation about Brian and his interest in him and wanting a relationship.  It was clear he had been thinking about it and something inside me said he was going to take the initiative soon and tell Brian how he felt.

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10 Days in Detention – Part 15

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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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10 Days in Detention – Part 12

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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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10 Days in Detention – Part 09

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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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10 Days in Detention – Part 05

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There’s a difference being in a dark room, like a bedroom, where light is still able to somehow enter the space and the eyes adjust and can make out forms, and a completely blacked out room, where your eyes never adjust to the darkness and it’s pitch black. The cell was the latter. Once the cell door closed and the light went out, the cell was devoid of any light source. I continued to stay kneeling in the same spot, thinking at some point my eyes would adjust and then it would be all right to move around. That never happened.

It was the pain in my knees and arms that finally decided I needed to make a move. The floor was concrete, so my knees didn’t like the very hard surface they were in constant contact with. My arms and my shoulders were also slightly uncomfortable, since the chain connecting my wrists to the collar around my neck was keeping the wrists just above the waist behind my back. It’s not a natural position for the arms and shoulders to be in. If you’ve been handcuffed for any length of time, you know this. Think about that position being pulled up about six or eight inches from where your wrists would fall if they were simply cuffed behind you. It makes a huge difference.

I decided to try to move toward the wall to my right and see if I could lean against it while sitting on the floor. As I moved in that direction, I was quickly reminded of the limited movement I was being allowed due to the ball stretcher chained to the floor. The instant tug I got on my balls was the only reminder I needed.

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