By Mister-X / Spartan

“Larry, I know how much you enjoy my old-fashioned stocks. I need to demonstrate how they work to Tim.”

The one named Larry started at hearing this.  He obviously didn’t look forward to it.  As Mr. Johnson was unhooking his collar from the others, Larry was trying to talk through his gag, but no intelligible words came out.  Mr. Johnson said, “It’s no good pleading with me.  Take it like a man.”

After the nightly beating, hands cuffed in front and hoisted up, Mr. Johnson cuffed Larry’s hands back behind his back.  Larry quietly walked with Mr. Johnson over to the stocks, like he was walking to his execution.  They consisted of four large pieces of wood, which had hinges on them and were stacked one on top of the other.  As Mr. Johnson was unlocking and moving one piece of wood after another, he said, “Tim, these were designed to have a person put his legs in front of him and be locked in, then his arms to be locked in while sticking out in front, then his neck to be bent forward and locked in.  But that’s too easy.  It’s more fun to have them locked in from behind, though it’s a little hard on the back.”

When he’d finished talking, he’d finished removing all but the bottom piece of wood, which had two indentations in it.  He had Larry stand behind them and pushed him forward, catching him before he hit the floor.  This left his ankles in the indentations.  Mr. Johnson brought the next piece of wood down and locked it, which locked Larry’s ankles between the pieces of wood.  He then unlocked the cuffs from Larry’s wrists, and brought his arms back behind him for his wrists to be placed over the next indentations, which were into the top of that thick piece of wood that had just been locked.  With the wrists in the indentations, Mr. Johnson brought down the next piece of wood and locked it, which locked Larry’s wrists in the stocks.

Mr. Johnson told Larry to bring his head back.  Larry could barely bring it back far enough to get close to the indentation in the top of the piece of wood.  So Mr. Johnson walked around to the front and started pushing Larry’s chest up, which brought his head closer to the piece of wood.  He said, “Larry, you need to get your head further back.”  Larry tried, but couldn’t bring it all the way back.  Finally, with a mighty push up by Mr. Johnson on Larry’s chest, Larry’s head made it back past the piece of wood, and with one hand holding Larry’s chest in place, Mr. Johnson was able to bring the other piece of wood down on Larry’s metal collared neck.  Mr. Johnson removed the hand holding Larry’s chest up and quickly clamped it down on the piece of wood as he locked it with the other hand.  Larry was looking up at the ceiling, loudly protesting, but little sound came through his gag.

Mr. Johnson said, more to himself, “Now what does George hate?  Ah, the fucking machine.  George, to prepare you for your punishment for not making the straps tight enough, I’m putting you in that before putting you in that special sleep sack for the night.”

The rubber guy came forward after he was released from the chain.  After his beating, Mr. Johnson unzipped the ass opening in George’s rubber suit, which resulted in some moisture coming out, and started strapping his wrists onto the bottom front part of a device on the floor, his ankles to the rear part, his knees to the middle part, and his neck to an upraised part in the front.  This effectively positioned his ass to be locked in front of a pole, which had a dildo on its end.  Mr. Johnson unzipped the rubber suit where it was covering the rubber guy’s ass.  When Mr. Johnson pushed a button, the pole started moving forward and into George’s ass, then pulled back out, and went in again, pulled out again, and kept it up.  There had been no preparatory expanding of George’s ass, and the first entering of the dildo had caused George to yell into his gag.  Mr. Johnson said that in an hour he was going to replace that largish dildo with an even bigger one.

Mr. Johnson thought a minute and went up to the next guy in the chain and unlocked him.  After his beating, he took him over to the wall.  There a dildo had been fastened to the wall, with other fasteners for ankles, wrists, stomach and neck.  They outlined a human body in an ‘X’ shape, raised a couple of feet above the floor.  Mr. Johnson brought a bench over and positioned it against the wall.  He had the guy step up on the bench with his back against the wall.  Mr. Johnson also brought a ladder over, got up on it, and started attaching the guy to the wall by first pushing his ass onto the dildo.  It took a little while for the dildo to make it through the opening in the guy’s ass and finally go all the way in.

The stomach attachment ensured that the guy remained attached to the dildo, as if it weren’t large enough to keep him there.  The ankle attachments were made as the guy was standing on the bench, which was pretty wide, as his feet were spread wide apart.  His wrists were also spread wide apart, reaching as high up as he could get them.  After all the attachments were in place, Mr. Johnson went back down the ladder and removed the bench, which caused the guy’s weight to be supported by the attachments.  It couldn’t be a very nice position to be in.  But then, the other two weren’t either.  And there were still four more to go.

After the next guy in line was beaten, he was taken over to a little box which had some chains attached to it that were attached to a hoist.  Obviously the guy was to get into it, but it was so small that Tim didn’t see how it would be possible.  He was pushed down onto his knees, then down further until his butt was on his ankles and he was resting on the lower half of his legs.  Chains were attached to one ankle cuff, wrapped over his upper thighs, pulled tight, and padlocked to the other ankle cuff.  Then the guy’s head was lowered down to where it was resting on his knees.  His hands, which were cuffed in front, were put over his drawn-up knees.  His ankles were padlocked together.  The box was inverted and placed over the guy.  While in this position the gas mask that was attached to the box that went through the only opening to the outside was put on the guy’s head.

The box was tilted back over for the open top to be upright, with the guy enclosed facing up.  He was shaking.  Tim could see that he was resting against the box on all four sides, as well as sitting on the bottom.  The lid was pushed down on the guy, little by little, until it finally was on the box and the bolts screwed on.  The outside extensions of the gas mask were then attached to tall cylinders, which were filled with liquid.  Tim could see air bubbles going through these cylinders, first one cylinder, then the other.  The box was hoisted a little way up into the air with the guy inside, the outside gas mask extensions being long enough to stay connected.  Tim was amazed that the guy could fit, and figured his muscles would soon be extremely cramped.  And from his reaction, he figured the guy suffered from claustrophobia.  He could see that his breathing was further restricted.  Tim sure didn’t envy this guy his claustrophobia, but he’d like to experience the bubbler bottles.

Mr. Johnson came back and took the next guy, after his beating, to a standing cage.  The cage was slightly shorter than the guy, so he had to stoop down to get in.  When he stood up, his head went through a hole in the top, which had two halves that were closed back up and padlocked.  The two halves were about three inches thick and tightly encased the guy’s neck.  The cage doors had to be pushed hard against the guy’s chest to get closed, as the cage was barely wide enough for the guy.  Once inside, the cuffs were taken off his wrists, his hands were pulled behind his back outside the cage, and his wrists were again cuffed outside the cage.

His ankles were spread apart to the ends of the cage and a spreader bar was attached to the ankles.  This lowered his height, and since the guy’s chin was already resting on the top of the cage, he had to get up on the balls of his feet.  A metal corset was placed around his waist, which had a ring at the back.  The guy’s waist was pushed to the back of the cage and padlocked there.  This lowered the guy’s height even more, which caused him to get up onto his toes.  The connecting chain to his tit clamps was attached to a short stretch cord, which was pulled out and attached to the front bars of the cage.  His penis and balls had a stretch cord attached to them, which was pulled down and attached to the bottom of the cage, the cord pulled to about twice its normal length.  The guy was starting to yell into his gag by this time.  Before leaving, Mr. Johnson pulled the stretch cords and let them go.

Mr. Johnson calmly returned to the next guy and took him for his beating.  Afterwards, he took him over to a hanging noose.   The guy was starting to shake.  Mr. Johnson lowered the noose, put it around the guy’s neck, and pulled it up until the guy was on the front half of his feet.  The guy was starting to sob.  His ankle cuffs were padlocked to a ring in the floor where he was standing.  Mr. Johnson then wrapped a chain around the base of the guy’s neck, pulled it tight and padlocked it, attached a weight to the loose end of the chain which hung down the back of his neck, and dropped it.  The guy jerked and let out a gurgled yell into his gag.  Then Mr. Johnson put about a three inch high metal collar around the guy’s neck between the rope and the chain and started closing it.  It was very tight, and he put some muscle into getting it closed before padlocking it shut.  The guy’s face was red, and he was now screaming into his gag as well as sobbing uncontrollably.  But his penis was hard, even pulling up the heavy metal chastity device into the air.  Mr. Johnson was chuckling to himself about this.

That left one more guy.  After his beating, which the guy seemed to feel more than the others, Mr. Johnson led him over to a rack.  The guy was pleading into his gag.  Mr. Johnson had him lay down on the rack, attached his ankles to one end, and brought his hands which were still cuffed in front of him up above his head to attach to the top end of the rack.  Mr. Johnson started turning the crank, which stretched the guy’s body more and more.  Finally he couldn’t turn the crank any more.  The guy was yelling into his gag.  Mr. Johnson went over to his paddle and cane, took them over to the rack, told the guy that he knew how much he enjoyed being hit, and started giving him more blows.  By now the guy was crying as well as yelling into his gag as the blows landed on his open stomach, his erect, hard cock and his balls.  Mr. Johnson had a big sadistic smile when he was doing this.

After about 20 whacks, Mr. Johnson came over to Tim and said, “I love putting my boys into these devices they hate and seeing their reactions.  I look forward to finding out which ones you hate so I can put you in them.  And don’t worry.  You’ll let me know.”

Having said that, Mr. Johnson walked away to change George’s dildo to the next larger size.  Tim could see immediately which of these he hated the most, and cringed at the thought of being placed in it for a few hours every week or two.  He wondered what he’d gotten himself into.

 

To be continued …