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• NEXTTIME - PART III IN A SERIES - BY TERRY OF SEATTLE *

• (C) COPYRIGHT 1987 BY TERRY NELSON *

• PLEASE USE THIS WITH PERMISSION ONLY *

After I had returned home from the first session, I couldn't

really believe that I'd gone through with it. My ass was sore,

my balls felt as though they had been kicked my a black belt, my

cock was raw, my limbs ached, and my tits were little points of

pain. I wasn't sure if my body ever needed more abuse like Tom

had given me in just two days--what an experience!

As the week passed, the soreness went away, and my cock would get

hard just thinking about being strapped to Tom's bondage table.

I jerked off regularly thinking of what had happened, but didn't

really know if I had the nerve to contact him for another

session. On Friday, a week after the night we met, I got a

letter from Tom. My cock sprang to full erection in my jeans

when I found it in the mailbox. I opened the letter immediately:

Although you're obviously a novice, and your limits are only

moderate, I still think you have potential. If you would

like to find out what you're capable of, be at the same bar

Saturday night at 7PM. By showing up, you agree to let me

take you further into a world of bondage and erotic pain.

Tom

My heart began pounding and my cock was painfully hard. I had

already jacked off that morning, but I felt a strong need to pop

a load right then and there, but something made me hold back.

Tom would want me to be at my best, if I was going to meet him

again. What was I to do? After not much sleep Friday night, and

a lot of thought, my hard cock made the decision for me--I would

meet him the next night!

I was at the bar as before, and Tom showed right at seven. When

he spotted me an evil smile broke out across his rugged face. I

felt the familiar fear creep through my body. Without saying a

word, he led me out to a van. I was surprised both by his

silence and by the fact that he wasn't driving his car. The van

was a Chevy panel rig, with no windows in the back. He unlocked

the rear door, and shoved me up inside. It was dark, but I could

see that it was a mini playroom! "Why don't you get out of those

clothes" It was more of an order than a request.

"Yes Sir" I blurted out, without my even thinking. I pulled my

T-shirt over my head, and his hands were immediately on my tits--

squeezing and pulling them. I slipped my worn 501's off, and my

hard cock sprang free. He handled that too. "I suppose my

little novice bottom has been playing with himself this last

week?" He emphasized his point with a sharp squeeze.

"Yes Sir, I couldn't help myself..." I was looking at the floor

of the van. "That's ok, I have ways of dealing with bottoms who

can't leave their cocks alone." His voice conveyed authority.

Next, he pulled my arms up and fastened hanging cuffs around

them. My legs were spread wide and fastened to the sides of the

van. He flipped a switch, and the back of the van was lit by a

soft red glow. I looked around and could see everything from

enema gear to rubber hoods--this guy didn't mess around, even on

the road! Tom parted the heavy curtains in the front of the van,

and I was left alone in the back. The van started, and we left.

After a bit, we stopped, and Tom joined me in the back. My cock

started rising again just thinking of what he might want to do.

"I can see the first thing I'm going to have to do is get rid of

that damn hard-on of yours..."

"Why Sir?" I asked trying to sound respectful. "I can see you

still like to ask questions, I would have thought you'd have

learned by now!" He pulled a latex gag from a box, and fastened

it tightly around my head. "Now, let's see if we can get rid of

this!" He gripped my hard shaft tightly in his fist.

I watched him unhook a nasty looking cat-o-nine tails. I

swallowed hard, and started to complain into the gag. The next

sensation was even worse than what I expected. The cat landed

across my backside with a swish. God it hurt! He hit me again

and again, on the back and ass, until I was crying, sobbing, and

shaking uncontrollably. My erection was long gone, the only

thing that mattered was the pain and heat on my backside.

Tom came round in front of me with an odd harness of some kind in

his hand. It looked like it was made of nylon strapping, and it

had rubber rings attached to it. When I noticed the small

padlocks, I realized with a chill that is was some kind of

locking cock harness! He worked my balls and cock through the

first ring, and quickly worked the other rings down my shaft. In

about a minute, the thing was tightly locked around my manhood

with three small padlocks. He dangled a keychain with three

small keys in front of my face. "Your cock and balls belong to

me!" He laughed and gave my tits a painful twist. "You can wear

this under your clothes, shower with it, piss with it, if fact

the only thing you can't do is jerk off with it!" He smiled.

"I would, however, suggest that you don't end up in the hospital,

use any public showers, or let any guys see you at the urinals

unless you want them to know what a BOTTOM you really are!" He

laughed again, and my cock started to grow hard in its new cage

just from his words. It hurt already! Tom greased a medium

sized butt plug and shoved it up my ass. I screamed into the gag

in pain, and my cock was bulging against the rubber rings and

nylon straps. "I would suggest you wear this plug often to get

your ass ready for our next session!" What did he mean?

Tom removed the gag and released my bonds. "Put your clothes

back on." I was shocked! We obviously weren't going to his

place. Confused, I pulled on my jeans aware of both the plug and

the harness. As I buttoned my fly over the large lump, I

realized that if I had to live with this thing it wasn't going to

be easy! "Sir, how long do I have to wear this?"

"Until you're damn good and ready to submit your ass proper to

this TOP!" He half shouted the words. "I'm ready now Sir,

couldn't we go to your place tonight?" I pleaded with him.

"When you can no longer sleep at night, you can send me a letter

and tell me you're ready..." He grabbed my basket and shook the

strapped bundle. I shook with fear--how long would he make me

wear this thing? It was already uncomfortable.

After I finished dressing, he opened the back door, and I stepped

out. I was in front of my apartment! He had driven to my place!

How was I supposed to get my car? "One more thing, if you manage

to get that thing off, don't bother ever writing or showing your

face at that bar again. Pleasant dreams!" He turned, jumped in

the front of the van, and drove off. I just stood in the street,

lost and confused.

I tried to get my thoughts off the harness and my sore back and

ass. The damn plug up my ass wasn't helping, so I went into the

bathroom, pulled my jeans off, and pulled the plug out. In the

bright light, I could see that the harness was made up of a

rubber cock ring at the base, with soft nylon straps locked onto

it. One of the straps ran between my balls, while the other two

ran along the sides of my cock. Each strap was sewn to two

smaller rubber rings. The first, about an inch in diameter, was

at the base of my cock, and the other, about a half inch in

diameter, was at the end of the shaft. The straps were wide

enough and tight enough, that I couldn't get my cock out of its

"cage". I turned around, and was shocked to see how red my back

and ass were! There were red stripes criss crossed all over!

That night, I found that if I slept on my stomach to save my sore

backside, my balls would ache painfully from the harness. If I

laid on my back, it was pure hell. I ended up sleeping on my

side curled up in a fetal position.

As the weekend went by, the harness was driving me mad! I was

also wondering about Tom's threat to wear the plug up my ass to

help get it ready--for what? I started wearing the plug again

for a few hours at a time. I just couldn't sleep with it,

because it made my cock get hard which was very painful with the

harness. By Monday, my balls were sore all the time, and I

wondered if they'd be damaged by the harness. I figured the only

thing to do was get a letter off to Tom. I hoped to convince him

that I was ready, and that the harness needed to come off.

I worked on the letter until late Monday night, and mailed it the

next morning. I didn't have his phone number or even his full

name, so it was the only way I knew to reach him. By Wednesday,

I couldn't stand it anymore, and I tried to pick the tiny

padlocks to get the thing off. Despite their apparent

simplicity, I just couldn't get them open! I considered cutting

the nylon straps, and risking never seeing Tom again, but

something deep down inside stopped me--besides, I thought, I

should be getting his reply anytime now...

I rushed home from work Thursday and checked the mail--no letter!

I couldn't take much more of this! I was horny as hell. My cock

was leaking pre-cum all day and night. My balls were sensitive,

sore, and a little puffy. My cock was raw from being constrained

all the time. I couldn't sleep anymore. It was driving me mad!

On a longshot, I tried the bar where I'd met Tom.

The place was busy, especially for a weeknight. I got there at

about six, and found a small table in the back. I ordered a

beer, and waited. Men would cruise me, and I tried to ignore

them. One guy sat down beside me and started asking a lot of

questions. "Haven't seen you in here before, lookin' for

someone?" He looked to be a little older than I was, and seemed

to be very drunk and/or high. Finally, after asking dozens of men

to leave me alone, I figured it was hopeless, and left. I spent

the night tossing and turning in bed.

Friday after work, I again had high hopes for the mailbox. There

was a letter from Tom! It read:

Still wearing the harness and plug? I'll be over at seven

tonight to pick you up. Have your ass ready! You won't be

returning home until Sunday night. Be there!

My cock tried to stiffen in it's tight cage. God the pain! This

was driving me crazy! I gave myself a few enemas, and worked

some lube up my ass. I worked my largest dildo in and watched TV

for a bit. At 6:30 I replaced the dildo with the plug, and

waited nervous as hell. At seven, the doorbell rang. Tom stood

there with a smile. He poked his head in the door, and reached

for my crotch. "Can I get you a beer?" I offered.

"No we're leaving. I see you're still wearing the harness." He

was still smiling while his hand was working my balls.

"Yes Sir, it's been hell, but I haven't taken it off."

"Good, let's go..." He led me out and I locked the door. He had

his car, and I was expecting a hood or blindfold, but he just

opened the passenger door, and I got in. We drove off toward the

foothills. I was afraid to make conversation.

When we arrived at his place I was impressed. It was a large

home on at least two acres of land. It really was in the middle

of nowhere. Once inside, Tom started barking commands: "First,

you can get out of those clothes and put them in that foot locker

over there. Then we'll talk about your training." I obeyed and

neatly placed my clothes in the locker. Tom closed it and locked

it with a padlock. "Now, follow me..." He led me down a hall.

We arrived at the same playroom I'd been in the first night. I

looked around and my cock was painfully hard in the harness. Tom

ran his hands all over my body while I just stood there. "Looks

like your back and ass have healed up." Tom commented.

"Yes Sir, they were real sore for a while." His hands played with

my sore cock and balls through the harness.

"Have you managed to shoot a load with this thing on?"

"No Sir, it hurts too much." I was looking down.

"That's the whole idea!" He laughed again, and led me over across

the room. My hands were fastened overhead, and my legs spread

wide. In minutes I was in a tight standing spread-eagle with only

my toes on the floor. "Now we'll talk about your training!" He

sounded stern yet I could tell he was enjoying it.

"You're only to speak when you're asked a question. You're not

to touch yourself without my permission. And most important,

you're NEVER to shoot your load without my permission. Do you

understand these three things?" He looked into my eyes.

"Yes Sir!" I looked back at him.

"Good, we can get started!" He walked across the room and

returned with ear plugs, and a hood I hadn't seen. The hood had

two rubber bulbs hanging from it! He worked the ear plugs into

my ears and as they expanded, the world went silent. Next he

began working the hood down over my head. When it was about

halfway on, and I could no longer see, I felt rubber tubes being

shoved up my nostrils! Next came a flat rubber piece that was

inserted over my tongue. After much pulling and tugging, the

hood was down to my neck. The hood felt much more bulky than the

others, and it was already getting hot. Breathing through the

tubes was a weird sensation--the air smelled of rubber and talc.

The next sensation was even more strange. The flat piece over my

tongue was growing! I fought my bonds as the thing filled my

mouth pressing my tongue down and spreading my jaws apart--this

was hell! I could only make noise through my nose, and I had no

idea what it sounded like through the tubes. Next, the hood

began to press inward on my head. I figured the hood must have

two layers, and he was inflating the outer one! The pressure

continued until it was like I was underwater or something with

pressure all around. My eyes were especially uncomfortable.

I drifted off in a world of silence and darkness. I could feel

slight breezes on my naked skin, the pull on my arms, the ache in

my balls, the plug in my ass, and smell various odors coming

through the tubes, but little else met my senses. Finally, I

felt his hands on my manhood. He was removing the harness! I

must have been partially hard, as he abused my already sore balls

to get the main ring off. I tried to moan in pain, but the hood

stifled my cries. He played with my dick until it was good and

hard, then turned his attention to the plug. He fucked my

already sore hole with the plug, forcing the widest part past my

sphincter over and over again--it felt hood and hurt at the same

time! My hole was sore from my own large dildo earlier.

When my arms were asleep, and my body aching from hanging by my

arms, he finally let me down. My wrist cuffs were attached

together behind my back, and I was led out of the room and down

stairs. My heart began pounding in my head--not the bathroom

again! I tried to struggle as we went down the stairs, and got a

firm slap on my ass for my trouble. At one point my head must

have hit Tom, and it felt like being in a cocoon--the rubber

balloon just bounced off.

I felt the familiar warmth of the heat lamps next. The heat on

the black rubber hood made things even worse though. My eyes

burned with salty sweat, and my head was swimming in the stuff.

My mouth was dry and my jaws ached from the gag. He was guiding

me down onto the bondage table. In minutes, my legs were high

over head and spread wide, while my arms and head were strapped

rigidly in place. The butt plug was pulled from my ass with a

strong yank and he wiped up the excess lube from around my hole.

The next sensation caught me completely off guard--he hit my ass

with some kind of paddle! The hits grew in force until my ass

was again on fire. He paused, and the next hit caused me to

scream into my void and fight against my rigid bonds--he had hit

my cock and balls with what felt like a small cat! The next hit

was down my ass crack and centered on my boy hole. He continued

to alternately hit my abused shaft, tortured balls, and hungry

hole until I was in a near panic. Suddenly it stopped.

Nothing happened for a long while, and finally, I could feel

something being wrapped over my exposed chest. It was wide and

stretchy, and soon felt very warm. He continued to wrap from my

neck on down, except it felt like a slice of skin was exposed

across my tits. By the time he reached my waist, I was getting

very hot and sweaty, and could move even less than before! I

could wiggle my finger, toes, and legs, but everything else

refused to respond. I heard something move against my hood, and

couldn't tell what it was. Panic started to take over again.

The next thing I felt was a tugging at my pubic hair. What was

he doing? The tugging continued, and I finally figured out he

was clipping my crotch hair! After he had worked on my entire

crotch and ass area, something cool was spread over my crotch. I

quickly figured out it was menthol shaving cream! It didn't burn

like Liquid Heat or Ben Gay, but it sure felt cold! Next came

the scraping of a razor. He worked for a long while taking his

time, stretching my balls, pulling my cock, and occasionally

shoving a shaving cream coated finger up my ass.

The next sensation was a total surprise. He directed a powerful

shot of hot water at my crotch and ass! I remembered the floor

drain, and realized that everything I was wearing was rubber, so

nothing would be damaged. The water was just a bit too hot and

the stream was powerful against the newly shaved skin. I

screamed through my nose tubes at the pain. The stream quit, and

I felt some kind of soap being applied all over my crotch. He

scrubbed every nook and cranny, and again the hot blast rinsed me

off. I could imagine what my bare crotch must look like--all

pink and clean, with my boy hole exposed down below.

Again he left me alone for a while. The next sensation was of

something cold and burning being poured on my cock--it felt like

alcohol! Was he going to cut me?! Fear caused my hard-on to

disappear. Next, some kind of gel was being worked down my piss

hole! He was going to put something down my shaft! I had only

read about catheters and sounds, and had never thought I would

let anyone do it to me!

I could feel his hands on my cock, but they felt different. I

soon figured out he was wearing latex gloves! Next, something

was at my piss hole, and it was working its way into my shaft!

The thing kept going until it felt as though I was pissing. Was

I? I couldn't tell. The thing felt as though it was down in my

balls, and the inside of my cock was burning from the invasion.

I was hard again.

The harness for a week, the nasty inflatable hood and gag, the

rigid bondage, the tight encasement, the ass spanking, the cock

and ass whipping, the shaving, and now a tube running down my

dick! This was all hard to believe. How long had I been here?

This was only Friday night, I still had to whole weekend to go!

I had to concentrate on breathing smoothly, and not getting into

a state of panic. While scared, I was still turned on.

Just when I was getting myself under control, I couldn't breath!

He had plugged the nose tubes! I tried to breath around the gag,

but couldn't and I tried to make as much noise as I could through

the hood. After I felt myself start to get dizzy, and was in a

total state of panic, the tubes were opened, and I gasped for all

I was worth. What was he trying to do, kill me! I realized just

how much power he had over me. Bondage was one thing, breathing

was another! It took several minutes for my breathing to return

to normal. I was scared and having second thoughts about Tom.

Next, I felt something probing my ass. I guessed it was an

inflatable nozzle like he had used before. When I felt the

balloons fill, with the inner one pressing against my prostrate,

I only waited for the fluid to start filling my ass. For a long

time, the fluid never came. I just laid there unable to move, a

tube down my cock, balloons in my hole, and confused by everything

that was happening. Despite it all, I was still hard, and I was on

one hell of an adrenalin rush!

Instead of water in my gut, the next thing I felt was a clamp on

my left tit. It hurt like hell, and took my mind away from my

ass. I expected a clamp on the other one, but nothing happened.

With the new pain, my cock seemed to grow even harder! The next

sensation was entirely unexpected. I could feel the pressure in

my bladder growing! He must have been running something into my

catheter! The pressure grew until it was like having to take a

screaming piss. The pain was severe enough that I forgot about

the tit clamp. I moaned into the tubes.

Almost immediately, I felt something hot flowing into my gut. It

was rushing in fast, and with the pressure in my bladder, I

started to cramp badly in a few seconds. The flow continued, and

the second clamp dug into my left nipple--this was all too much!

The pain, the pressure, the bondage, just as I was sure I was

going to go into some kind of shock, the familiar odor of amyl

entered my nostrils through the tubing. I inhaled deeply and

floated off with erotic pain. I must have passed out for a bit,

because the next thing I was aware of was that of relief. I

could feel myself pissing through the catheter, and god it felt

good! It made me forget all the other pain for a few moments,

and I just sort of floated in the sensations.

After letting me piss, I expected to have the nozzle removed from

my ass, but nothing was happening. The clamps were still on my

tits, the hot liquid still filled my gut, the tube was still in

my cock, and the poppers had worn off! I was again on fire with

pain. I waited... Between the hot liquid in my gut, the rubber

around my body, and the heat lamps overhead, I was soaking in hot

sweat. Every ounce of energy had been drained from my body, and

I felt only semi-conscious.

Nothing was happening! Where was he? I knew I couldn't take

much more of this. The waiting went on and on, and I thought I

could hear music playing. I wondered if I was imagining it--I

couldn't hear anything else through the ear plugs and layers of

rubber covering my head. Why would I hear music? It grew louder

though, and I recognized it as the theme from Chariots of Fire.

I tried to sort through it all in my fuzzy brain. I finally

remembered something being placed on my hood, it must have been a

pair of headphones! The music was something to concentrate on.

After what could have been hours of pain, sweat, cramps, and

agony, I felt a hand on my head, and the music went away. I

could feel the straps across my head being removed. Next, the

gag was shrinking in my mouth! God it felt good to relax my jaws

and move my tongue again! The pressure against my face and head

faded away, and the hood was slowly worked over my chin. The

tubes were pulled from my nose, and the hood was off. I was

greatly relieved to feel the relatively cool air against my

sweaty face! My eyes were full of sweat and crud, so my vision

was blurry. He wiped my eyes, and pulled out the ear plugs.

Tom was wearing the same body harness, and nothing else. In the

mirrors, I could see my body literally wrapped to the bondage

table. There must have been twenty turns of gray rubber about

six inches wide wrapped from my shoulders down to my waist.

There was a small area of skin exposed around my tits, where

Japanese tit clamps were fastened. There was what looked like an

IV bag, and a large enema bag hanging above me, with tubes

running down between my legs. The tube coming out of my cock

disappeared down between my legs. I had to admit I looked hot!

Tom was standing there smiling. I almost started to plead with

him to help me out, but remembered his rules. He walked around

between my legs, and started to pull the tube from my cock, and I

felt a strong urge to piss. I watched the whole thing in

fascination--it was like it wasn't even my cock! He reached for

my tits, and undid the clamps, and I couldn't help but moan in

pain. The blood rushed back into the tortured flesh, and the

pain was incredible!

He tilted the table forward and I knew what was coming. He

worked between my legs, and I could hear air escaping. The

balloons trapped in my poor hole shrunk. The nozzle shot out of my

ass, and despite the situation I was in, I was embarrassed to be

"shitting" all over the end of the bondage table. Tom just stood

off to the side and watched the blast come out of my ass. I

didn't care if he was watching me, it felt good to get the load

out my gut, but the new cramps were hell!

"Feeling better?" It was the first thing I had heard him say

since I'd gotten here.

"Yes Sir, thank you Sir!" I tried to sound eager, but was nearly

exhausted from the heat and agony of it all.

He walked over to the shower area, and turned on one of the

controls. Next he turned on the overhead fans. He returned with

a shower nozzle, and directed the spray onto my crotch. The warm

water struck my crotch--it felt good. My cock was hard again,

and as he washed me down he would stroke it now and then. I

watched in the mirrors as he washed me down and cleaned off the

bench and floor. He directed the spray over my head, and washed

my entire body down. The water felt strange against the rubber

wrapping my midsection.

He shut the water off, and returned with a latex gag. I knew

that the scene wasn't over yet! I tried to beg him not to gag me

by using my eyes, but he simply forced the gag between my teeth,

and strapped it around my head. He fastened my head back down

and left the room, and I lay there looking at the ceiling mirrors

at my nearly naked form.

When he returned, and was again in my view, I was terrified to

see that he had a small box with wires hanging out of it. I

moaned into the gag in protest, he simply smiled at me and said:

"What's the matter, haven't you ever heard of electrotorture?"

He set the box down where I couldn't see it. "It can really be

quite a turn-on... as long as I don't crank it up too far!" He

was obviously enjoying himself, and although my cock was rock

hard, I was scared as hell--this was all new to me.

"Of course, being as your dripping wet, this baby might be a

little more than your novice ass can handle!" He adjusted the

table and my leg chains so that I was tilted the other way with

my head down. He looked into my eyes as he stroked my cock with

one hand, and worked a finger into my ass with the other. "From

the looks of your boy dick, though, you want it real bad!" I

tried to say "NO" into the gag, and move my head back and forth.

"I don't remember asking you a question! Would you like me to

put the hood back on?" I again tried to say NO into the gag, and

shook my head from side to side as much as I could in my bondage.

"Take a look at this!" He held a T shaped chrome object near my

face. I quickly figured out it was a metal butt plug! He lubed

it up with something from a tube, and worked it into my ass.

"This plug has a lot of contact area, in order for you to feel

anything in your ass, we'll need another larger contact somewhere

else! You see, the smallest contact feels the most pain..." He

seemed to enjoy explaining the situation to me. He went over to

the cabinets and pulled out two large sponges and copper plates.

He poured something on them, and grabbed a few rubber straps. He

then set about strapping the sponges and plates to my feet!

He hooked an alligator clip to each plate, and one to the butt

plug. "Are you ready?" I didn't know if I was supposed to

respond. "I asked you if you're ready!" A jolt hit my ass that

felt a lot like a thousand needles being shot into my poor hole!

At least the pain was gone as quick as it came, but my heart was

pounding faster, and I was completely tense waiting for another

shock. This was wild! My cock was standing straight up.

I was watching his face looking for a clue as to when he would

hit me again, but nothing happened. He just stood there between

my legs with that wicked smile on his face. His cock was hard,

and he was stroking it with one hand. His other hand was hidden

from my view. Just as I started to relax again, another jolt

ripped through my ass. This one seemed stronger than the last,

and I screamed into the gag as the pain shot into me. "You like

that?" I was still recovering from the last jolt. Another jolt

ripped into me. "I asked you a question!" I nodded yes and

tried to say "YES" into the gag. "Good, because this hummer's

only set on "3" and I've had it up to "10" when I've used it on

REAL bottoms." His voice was getting more patronizing.

"Another hit tore into me, and then another, they continued, each

one seeming stronger than the last! I was out of control. With

each hit a grunt would escape from around the gag, and my legs

would shudder against the chains. There were probably ten hits

in all. "Well, now we've worked up to "4", still feel good?" I

madly shook my had from side to side, and moaned "NO's" into gag

as I tried to catch my breath. I couldn't believe it was only

set on "4" it felt more like being connected to a lightning rod!

He stroked my still rock hard cock, and started a running dialog:

"How long's it been since you shot a load eh?" I just looked at

him obviously unable to respond. "I asked you a question?!" I

tried to say "NO". "What kind of answer is that? Perhaps this

will help!" Another shock ripped into my tortured hole. I tried

to say "NO" again. "Well, let's try a different question, would

you like to shoot a hot load right now?" He stroked my cock

firmly. I hesitated, and answered no. "What do you mean NO! I

guess you want more torture first!" A stronger shock ripped into

me. He held the box up where I could see the front. There were

several controls. One was labeled "auto/manual", another

"repitition rate", another "manual hit", and the last control was

labeled "intensity". The last knob was set to a little above "4"

on the panel--he wasn't kidding about the setting!

He turned the knob up to "10" and placed his finger on the

"manual hit" button. I looked at him and started saying "NO"

over and over into the gag--he wouldn't do that to me would he?

"I didn't ask you a question!" He hollered. He pulled the box

back down where I couldn't see it. A jolt ripped through my ass

followed by many more in rapid succession. He pulled both his

hands up where I could see them between blinks of pain. The damn

thing was on "automatic" and would go on shocking me as long as

he wanted--I thought I was going to die!

After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably more like

thirty seconds, he switched it off, and I fell limp, barely aware

of my surroundings. My chest was heaving as much as the tight

rubber would allow, and the air hissed through my nose and around

my gag. This was pure hell! I looked down, and was surprised

to see my cock still standing straight up! He removed the

sponges from my feet, and I figured it was over. How wrong I

was! He started working a steel cock ring down over my cock

head. He used the stuff in the tube to lube it up to get it over

my swollen glans. The ring finally slipped past, and settled

into place just behind the head. He connected a wire to the one

soldered to the ring, and smiled down at me.

"Now we can have some real fun! Remember what I said about the

smaller contact area... This time, your boy cock is going to feel

all the fun! Should we start with this thing set of five?" I

was scared, and started to moan into the gag. "What's the

matter, you want the hood again? I think that can be arranged!"

He went over, rinsed out the hood, and started working it over my

head. In went the ear plugs, nostril tubes, and the gag, and

soon I was surrounded in uncomfortable silence and darkness

again.

I lay there for a long time wondering when I would feel the jolt

in my cock. It seemed like hours. I was desperately trying to

hear, feel, or smell something, but nothing seemed any different.

Finally, a strong jolt ripped through my cock that I thought my

heart stopped! I had gone soft with all the waiting, and I could

feel my shaft fill with blood and lift up off my belly! Another

shock hit me, followed by another. Then, just as the scent of

amyl filled my nostrils, he flipped it to auto and a steady flow

of pulses raged through my tortured dick. When I managed to take

another breath, the amyl grew stronger, and so did the shocks! I

was vaguely aware of clamps being placed on my already tortured

nipples, and then of a cat coming down on my jumping cock!

The pain was incredible, yet I grew detached and floated off into

a world of euphoria... The frequency of the pulses changed from

about one a second, to many times that, and I felt a thrill

unlike any I'd ever imagined! The cum blew out of the end of my

cock, and my whole body was centered around the steady stream of

spasms being injected into my cock. It seemed to control my

orgasm! I just shot, and shot, until I passed out. As I

recovered from the popper haze, I realized that the tit clamps

were gone, the shocks had stopped, and the plug was no longer in

my ass. I felt more satisfied that I can ever remember...

My head was unstrapped, and the hood removed. As my vision

cleared, I looked into mirrors and was shocked that the gray

rubber covering my chest was literally covered in cum! There

were splatters everywhere! Tom was standing there, and had a

satisfied look on his face. I just lay there like a dead man

looking around...

"I think that's a good start for the weekend, ready for bed?" I

weakly croaked "Yes Sir" and he started unwrapping the rubber

strip from around the table. He helped me to my feet, and guided

me up the stairs to the playroom. Like before, I was chained to

the bed, with a spreader bar between my legs. The pain of my ass

on the sheet, was hell, but I didn't care, I had a smile on my

face a mile wide, and all I wanted was sleep. I was glad I'd

come back...

TO BE CONTINUED...