By POW
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Unical date: 3752.563.24 (that same evening)
Sleep? As in, spend the night like this? Chained up on the floor? It didn’t seem possible. And yet, for the sake of the scene, he would try. He’d gotten himself into these additional restraints by his own actions; he would just have to suffer the consequences. Damn… shaking things up after an afternoon of monotony was one thing, but now that he’d done it, he wanted to undo and go back to the monotony again!
Minutes crawled by, one by one. The screams of the distant victim, either the same one or a new unfortunate bastard, continued to make themselves heard every so often through the door, grating on his psyche. The room was pitch black, not that there would have been anything to see anyway. Just concrete. Sam squirmed around, trying to find a comfortable position and once again wondering why he had chosen to do this to himself. He tried to eroticize the bondage and that worked for a bit. He felt his cock grow hard between his belly and the floor and (gently!) ground it into the concrete. It helped. He convinced himself that he would be able to endure. It would be an ordeal, but he would master it.
There were basically three positions available for his head: left cheek down, right cheek down, or chin down. Chin down was the position his body wanted to be in since that oriented his head in its usual forward-facing way. But the floor forced him to bend his neck painfully backward and so he couldn’t sustain that position for long. That left him alternating between cheeks, switching it up every few minutes each time the crick in his neck began to complain.
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