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Josh's Summer Job 23
He stumbled into the darkness and the door clanged shut behind him. Cold steel bars mere inches from his chest blocked the way forward. A quick exploration revealed a space to small to allow him to sit or squat.
A door opened off to his right. Light poured in through the opening. The man entered the room. He flicked on a number of switches and white hot lights lit Danny's naked frame.
"There are only two rules here." The man stated plainly. "You do what you're told, and if you can't handle it, you say the safe word. Do you understand?"
"Ya."
"Yes sir," the man growled.
"Yes sir."
Danny trembled as he heard a chair dragged closer.
A riding crop flicked through the bars catching the tip of Danny's dangling penis. He gasped and shrank back into the door behind him.
A jolt from the door spurred him forward. The cage was electrified as well and he made contact with it before he could stop himself. The riding crop flicked out catching his balls with loud slap.
Danny yelped and moaned as he learned the boundaries of his prison.
"Mmmmm, pretty noises, you'll be making plenty of them before we're done."
The riding crop cut the air announcing its approach. Its expert aim raised a welt on Danny tender ribs. The pain and surprise caused him to bounce between the door and bars.
When the power was finally cut Danny rested against the bars panting. He was already slick with sweat. This was his second visit to the dungeon. The first night they'd come here after the police raided the pines. This visit had begun with an unexpected phone call from the man. He'd obviously learned the number during their last encounter. The unsolicited call made Danny wary. The memory of what had happened that night was scary and enticing. The danger, the helplessness, the heat all conspired to lead him back into the man's basement. A place he would come to know as the pit.
The man unlocked the cage door and dragged him into the room. A thick wooden dowel was affixed to his wrists by the leather belting that hung from its ends. The pole was in turn attached to chains that dangled from the ceiling. A remote device activated the winch and drew Danny off his feet. The same hose and attachment he'd experienced on his first visit scoured his flesh inside and out. The same polarized temperatures strained his constitution and musculature as his bowels were voided in repeated applications. A second rod was strapped to his ankles spreading Danny's legs. A cold hard object spread his butt cheeks. He strained to see what was happening, but the restraints made it impossible to turn his head past his extended arms.
"Just a butt plug, little man, nothing you can't handle."
The cold metal was tapered. Its greased tip spread his hole and as it was pressed forward his suspended weight swung back against the intruder driving it home. The man strolled around Danny inspecting his handy work.
Danny's shoulders were aching. His ass clutched futilely attempting to expel the butt plug. The man wheeled over a cart. Despite his distress Danny cock continued to pulse and leak. The man sucked at the head of his dangling meat. With a wicked grin he lifted a transistor battery from the cart and applied it to the saliva drenched tip of the boy's plump tool. The mild current made his skin tingle and his cock swelled under its persistent encouragement. As it reached its fullest potential, the man lifted a straight razor from the cart. Danny panicked. He fought against the restraints. He screamed for mercy, trying desperately to remember the safe word the man had demanded of him before entering the dungeon, but his fear and panic caused the phrase to elude him.
"What cha think I'm gonna do bitch? Cut it off?"
Danny spat and raged, sure he was about to be emasculated. The man lifted a can of shaving cream and applied it to the boy's groin.
"Now stop squirmin' or ya will get cut."
The feel of the razor whisking away his bush of curly pubes, made his cock ache anew. The head blushed deep as the blade scraped the away the hairs from his tightly drawn sack. Strings of fresh lust dripped from its head as the man rinsed away the lather to reveal his hairless genitalia. A second can of foam was liberally laved over his body, from chest to ankles. The man busied himself with calibrating some device as he waited for the acrid smelling foam to do its job. Once more the warm spray washed over him. The depilatory rinsed away carrying the rest of Danny's body hair with it. Only his musculature and manly equipment denoted his age. The rest of the creamy smooth skin sang of boyhood.
"They're gonna eat you up." The man chuckled.
Danny's snapped to attention despite his pain.
"Wadda ya mean they?"
The man's hand moved with practiced speed. He back handed Danny's genitals, catching the head of his tumescent meat with the tips of the fingers. The pain caused Danny to rise in his restraints.
"No one said you could talk." The man warned. "You don't think I did all this just for myself? Got some friends stoppin' by, they like to think they're playin' with little boys, but that's not legal is it? So we find a handsome big boy like you, and pretend."
The man lifted a hose clamp from the cart. Its interior had been padded with a rubber collar. He placed it around the base of Danny's cock beneath the balls and began to tighten the device. He sucked the tip of Danny's cock as he did. The cock hardened and pulsed against his tongue. Once he was certain it was properly installed he lifted a second metal sheath. It was made of pliable copper foil. He wrapped it around the shaft above Danny's balls. It was held in place by two copper springs that completed the circumference.
Finally he lowered Danny to the floor, providing welcome relief to his weary arms and shoulders. He was dragged across the floor to an X shaped cross of two by tens that was bolted to wall. Thick ropes encircled Danny's chest and waist. They were fastened through holes drilled in the planks. One end of the rope was knotted, the other passing through a spring loaded cleat. It took some time to adjust the ropes properly. When he was finished Danny was once more suspended above the floor. Ropes twined about his thighs and ankles, around his upper arms and wrists. Unlike his previous predicament this arrangement held him suspended without major discomfort, but he was firmly restrained. Only his extremities had any freedom of movement.
Danny's erect member was aching again. His erection throbbed and pulsed. It had grown a deep red, and the head was darkening further. The man inspected the slick tool, and loosened the hose clamp a turn. The relief was almost instantaneous, reducing the ache in Danny's groin without allowing his hardness to subside.
Once again the cart was brought into use. Alligator clips attached wires to the anal probe and the foil wrapping on Danny's cock. The man smiled at him as he secured those wires to terminals on a makeshift control board. With the flick of a switch a gentle current flowed through Danny's body. A dial controlled the current. Increasing the level caused the muscles in his legs, stomach and ass to contract. The current also stimulated his erection and the sensations wracked Danny with unimaginable sensations. When the man was finally satisfied with the result he turned to depart.
"You can't leave me like this!" Danny growled through clenched teeth.
"Really?" The man smiled as the door clanged shut behind him.