By Wakeysub

The room around me was pitch black apart from a single small red light which pulsed slowly and steadily. My brain was overloaded with sensations but I soon realised that the light pulse matched the slow, rhythmic pulsing of the electrode attached to my cock – the light must be on the electro control box. I focussed on the light hoping that it would take my mind off my tortured nipples and the aching pain in my stretched balls. How long had I been here, more to the point where the fuck was I and what had I let myself in for.

Suddenly I was aware that the light was flashing more quickly. At the same time, I became aware that the pulsing in my cock was increasing in speed and the power level seemed to be increasing too. It wasn’t a massive increase just a constant build and I was conscious that what was before nothing more than a gentle pulse was turning into a more determined throbbing sensation. The only things I could focus on were the small red flashing light and the throbbing sensation enveloping my cock. I felt myself involuntarily trying to push my cock to fuck the chastity cage and increase the intensity of the electrical sensation. This made my ass grip the electrode more tightly which had the desired effect of increasing the intensity.

At the same time the movement of my body increased the tension on my balls and the chain pulled on my nipples. I could feel the pain from both my nipples and balls deep inside my body but still my urge to cum carried on building and I found myself fucking the air. As my cock swelled in the cage the electrode made better contact with my cock and the intensity stepped up to a new level. The speed of the flashing light increased and the milking sensation on my cock stepped up to a new level. My cock was filling the cage with no way to get any more erect but still the milking sensation continued.

Looking down I could see my cock head in its cage, shiny and slick with all the precum my tortured balls were producing. Suddenly the speed of the pulsing light dropped back to its original steady pattern. I struggled to control my breathing as the slow, monotonous pattern brought me back to reality. I lost count of how many times the control box took me through that evil pattern – making me fuck the electrode which is torturing my cock in the vain hope that I might get to cum but each time the pattern dropped back before my balls had a chance to unload.

All the stirring in my balls only made them more tender and more sensitive to the unyielding weight hanging from them. The precum just improved the connection between the cage and my cock and the skin on my cock just got more and more tender. The sensations got more and more intense but still I couldn’t get closer to cumming. I was panting for breath which just tortured my nipples more and more.

A buzzer sounded and the red light and the electrodes seemed to switch off. The program had finished. I breathed a sigh of relief and tried to relax as much as my restraints would allow. Almost immediately the fluorescent light on the ceiling above me buzzed and I was blinded by the bright light. I closed my eyes tight to allow me time to adjust to the brightness. I heard the door open and I could sense that he was standing close to the bed.

Session 4

“Well 626 I hope you enjoyed your break you fat bastard. From the look of your pathetic prick you have been getting off on all of this. Just what I’d expect from a fucking freak like you. That was just an introduction to what this little box can do. To make sure you enjoy yourself I’ve developed custom programs for our breaks going forward – next time the program will be a LOT more intense. There, that gives a pervert like you something to look forward to. Before the sessions are finished you’ll be lucky if your prick isn’t cooked like a sausage, or maybe a freak like you would get off on that.”

He laughed and smacked me on the stomach.

“Well, if you liked that you are really going to enjoy what I have in store for you next you sorry excuse for a man. I want you to get the full effect so time to put the blindfold on but first you need to see the next credit card.”

He held a credit card in front of my eyes. It was a card issued for expenses at work and it had a large available balance – with this one he could completely wipe me out and destroy any chances of me being able to work. I could feel my panic levels rising and he must have seen something in my response that made him aware that this card was special.

“Same rule as before you useless slut sixty minutes on the timer and the only word I want to hear out of your pathetic mouth is the PIN number for this card. One more card left after this one and then you can get a rest – just you and the toys. See, that shows how considerate I am even if you don’t deserve it you fat bastard. I warn you now though that if I find that any of the PIN numbers you give me aren’t correct you’ll regret that you were ever born.”

I panicked, I knew that the first number was most likely wrong as I never used the card and the PIN number was written down at home for emergencies. What the hell would he do to me if he found out?

He started to move toward the timer, pushed a button and it reset back to sixty. The next session was beginning. He pushed another button and the countdown started.

“Let’s get that blindfold back on you sick pervert. You won’t be seeing the timer again until it hits zero so look at it while you can.”

He moved up the bed, lifted up the blindfold and put it back into place, He reached behind my head and tightened the straps to the max. The blindfold was pulled in tight and I was plunged into darkness again. The blindfold was really effective and there was no light slipping in – the darkness was total.

I heard the sound of a trolley being wheeled into the room and my panic level increased – what the fuck was he going to do now. I squirmed and the parachute around my sac yanked my balls painfully. My brain was running through all the things he might have planned – I was tied here, spread-eagled, gagged and blindfolded and unable to stop him doing whatever he wanted to do. He’d already proved that he enjoyed seeing me in pain and now he could literally do whatever he wanted. I could hear him moving beside the bed and I could smell burning. My imagination went into overdrive. Was he going to burn me? Was he going to make me lie there as he burnt me? I shook my head from side to side trying to tell him I wanted out but he didn’t seem to notice or care. The burning smell got more intense and my panic and anticipation just rose and rose.

Suddenly I felt an intense burning pain in my right tit and the heat was running down the side of my body feeling like a burning river on my sensitive skin. I struggled in my restraints and my balls and tits were tortured again by the toys attached to them. What the hell was he doing? Was he pouring boing water onto me? Surely not!! The pain suddenly transferred to my left nipple. The pain seemed even more intense as it hit my left nipple and I felt it trailing down my left hand side. It hurt like hell and I was squirming involuntarily in the restraints. When I breathed I could feel a rigidity to my chest which felt so different.

Whatever he had poured onto my chest had solidified. The it hit me he was pouring wax onto my nipples. I’d played with candles myself years ago and found they were a real turn-on but I’d been able to see the wax and anticipate it. I’d also been able to control how far away the candle was so I could determine how hot the wax would be when it hit my skin. Now I had no way to anticipate where it was going to hit next. He had complete control – where it would hit, how much wax he would pour and from what height. I guessed that he was pouring from really close to my body so the wax didn’t have time to cool at all before it hit and the burning sensation was so intense. The stream stopped as quickly as it started but the burning sensation remained as my body absorbed the heat from the burning hot wax.

Suddenly my belly button felt like it was on fire – he was slowly and steadily pouring wax into the deep recess of my naval. The skin was so tender and the pool of wax remained hot and liquid as he slowly filled the recess until it ran over and flowed over my belly and down onto the tender skin at the side of my belly. My belly button was on fire and the wax didn’t seem to cool like it did when it flowed over my skin. I squirmed trying to get the wax to drain out of my belly button but the restraints held firm and he continued to pour the wax so it felt like a waterfall running into my naval. I screamed into the gag but it did its job and the only sounds that came out were a few quiet grunts.

“You’ve got the perfect gut for this you fat slut. Your bloated belly makes the perfect target for the wax and your disgusting belly button was just made to hold burning hot wax. Maybe I could put a wick into your belly button and use you as a candle – no shortage of blubber there. I knew you’d fucking love this. Before that timer hits zero I’m going to cover every inch of your body from the neck down with burning hot wax. I’ve got more than enough pans of bubbling wax here just waiting to decorate your bloated body.”

The flow into my naval stopped and I felt the wax on my nipples and stomach getting harder and harder. The pool in my nipples was cooling but it was still uncomfortably warm. I lay there stretched with a parachute on my balls and my nipples clamped, chained and covered in solid wax. My body was aching and burning but still I could feel my cock throbbing in its tiny cage.

Suddenly my right side was on fire as he poured a steady flow of wax down my right side started from my armpit and slowly moving down to my thigh. No sooner had he got down there than he started again from my armpit. The burning of my tender skin was so intense I couldn’t help squirming to try and get away from the flow but the restraints held firm and tight and the only result was another hard yank on my balls.

“I can see you are enjoying torturing your balls you fucking pervert. If you’re going to do that then let’s make it real fun – two more weights in the bucket. None of your fucking light weights either you chose the heaviest so the least I can do is give you the largest that are left. Thank me you ungrateful bastard.”

I mumbled through my pain into the gag. I could hear him rummaging around and I realised he was finding the two heaviest balls to go into the bucket. I braced myself knowing that he would put the balls into the bucket without any warning and without me being able to anticipate. The wait seemed to go on for ages as I focussed on the slowly diminishing burning sensations on my tits, belly and sides while trying to brace for the pain I knew was coming to my balls. Suddenly I saw fire in my eyes despite the blindfold and heard the clang as the first of the balls hit the bucket. The pain was so intense and it felt like my balls would be ripped off. I could feel them being pulled harder than before. My ability to squirm was significantly reduce. Any movement at all now would yank on my already stretched sac and this was with only one of the two additional balls.

I felt his fingers on my sac and I realised that he was peeling off the electrode which he had attached earlier. It was stuck fast and had attached itself to the hairs on my balls. I could feel his finger teasing the corner of the electrode and I held as still as I could to try and minimise the torture of my balls. He was intent on causing me pain and as he tried to remove the electrode he prodded my balls stretched and vulnerable in their tortured sac. As he pressed I could feel the pain deep inside me. I prayed that he would stop. I felt the corner of the electrode lift and he started to pull it back slowly. It felt like a massive plaster being removed from my sac as it pulled on the hairs on my sac that it had captured. As he pulled harder the hairs were ripped out by the root. It hurt like hell and I tried to squirm away but all this did was torture my balls even more.

No sooner had he finished removing the electrode than I felt my balls being ripped away further as the second ball landed in the bucket with a loud clang. I screamed into the gag but it made no difference.

Suddenly my chest was on fire – he was pouring the wax over my chest and up to my collar bone. The wax hitting an area of skin for the first time hurt like hell – like liquid fire being poured over my skin. As the layer of wax solidified adding more wax over the top the heat of the wax didn’t feel as bad but he obviously knew this as he moved to a different area. I had no way of anticipating where he was going to hit me next. The first I would know was when the searing pain from the hot wax would hit me. He poured a slow steady stream over my belly moving back and forth until I was covered in a sheet of wax. I could feel the sheet of wax holding firm as I breathed in and out. The wax had bonded with the thick covering of hair on my belly to form a solid shell which pulled every time I breathed. I tried to keep my breathing as shallow as possible to minimise the pulling but this just made me more and more panicky.

I felt a hand playing with the parachute and the tension was reduced and my balls were pointed upwards. I knew immediately what he had done and what was about to happen. He had pulled on the line to the bucket reducing the tension and lifted my balls so they were presented in the leather cup formed by the parachute. Suddenly I experienced a level of pain like nothing I had experienced before – my sac was on fire. I knew straightaway that he had poured a large amount of wax into the leather cup and it felt like my balls were being cooked. The tender skin which had so recently had the hairs ripped out was now on fire. This was a completely different experience – this wasn’t a layer of wax this was a deep pool of hot wax with my balls inside. The heat wasn’t decreasing as the wax cooled from the outside in and my balls were stretched and surrounded by the burning hot wax. I’m not sure if he got bored or if he did it on purpose but he released my balls and they fell back between my legs. A stream of boiling hot wax ran out of the cup and down onto my taint and on down my ass crack. The wax was still burning hot and the pain as it hit the tender skin was unbelievable. I thrashed around and I felt the tension increase on my sac as the bucket was dropped again. Thankfully he was compassionate and lowered the bucket gently but still the pain in my burning, stretched sac was unbelievable.

The inside of my left thigh suddenly exploded in pain as he poured a steady flow of wax over the tender skin of my inner thigh. He slowly moved from my balls down to my left knee and then repeated on the right hand side. By this stage I was thrashing around despite the clamps on my nipples and the weight hanging from my balls. I was desperate to get away from the unending flow of wax that was falling onto my thigh. I was screaming into the gag and shaking my head from side to side but it made no difference. The timer must have been close to zero by now it felt like I had been burnt by the wax for hours. Just about all of my body was on fire.

I felt his hand on my right foot and I knew what he was going to do and I wanted to get away at all costs. I felt him tying a cord round my big toe and pulling my foot backwards as far as it would go. I was conscious that he was playing with the parachute again and then I felt him pull the line tighter and it pulled on both my balls and my right foot. He’d passed the line through the ring on the bottom of the parachute. He pulled my left foot back, pulled on the cord to make it tight and tied it round my left big toe. Both of my feet were fully exposed and if I moved either of them it would yank hard on my balls. The sense of anticipation was torture as I waited for the wax to hit the tender skin on the bottom of my feet. I tensed waiting for the wax to hit. It did hit but not where I expected. Instead of my feet where I was expecting the wax to hit it was poured over the bottom of my belly and down over my pubes. The wax was hot and the area covered was extremely tender and sensitive. No sooner had I adjusted to the burning hot wax over my belly and pubes than a flow hit the bottom of both feet at the same time. He must have been pouring from both hands at the same time and he started with the tender skin of the arch before moving up towards my toes. It hurt like hell and the wax felt so hot as it cooled and solidified on the bottom of my feet.

My feet thrashed around in their restraints as the wax hit and this yanked painfully on my tortured sac. I prayed for the session to finish. When I had played with wax in the past it had been a brief controlled session with a small portion of one candle. This time it was completely out of my control, the wax had been heated to a much higher temperature and it was being applied from a much closer distance.

I was conscious that he wasn’t putting any more wax on me – maybe he was just enjoying watching me torture myself as I thrashed around pulling on my balls and nipples. Or maybe the time was running out on the timer. I thought he had finished when there was a deluge of hot wax poured over my torso – it was a huge amount of hot wax and it took me completely by surprise. My whole body seemed to be in agony.

I felt a hand at the back of my head and the gag was released. Almost before it was out of my mouth I found myself weakly saying “four, seven, five, three”. No sooner were the four digits out than the gag was back in place and buckled tight. I felt his fingers undoing the blindfold and he lifted it away. The light was blinding – it was getting to the stage that whenever I could see my eyes spent all the time being dazzled or adjusting to the brightness before being plunged into darkness again.

“Time for another rest 626. So you don’t get bored I’ll put the next electro program on for you and as you obviously enjoy having three balls in the bucket you fucking pervert I will show how kind I can be and I’ll let you keep them during your rest period. There’s no need to thank me you fat bastard. Now time for the rest, make yourself comfortable you slut because you will need all your energy for the next session.”

He turned and wheeled the trolley with the pans which previously held the wax out of the room. The massive metal door closed with a solid clang and the lights went out. The electrode on my cock started to tingle and the small red light started to pulse slowly but steadily. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine I was in a safe, comfortable place but still my cock throbbed madly in its tight cage.

 

To be continued …

Click for previous part

Click to go to Part 1