Downloaded From: The Geneva Convention Adult BBS (812) 284-1321 1200/2400 ***************************************************************** * 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...