A Risky Return to Sin City

Breezes seem to be gentle so far, constant though, but no gusts. It creates a teasing pull on the balls and cock as the streamer performs a tranquil dance pulling my bag against and away from the pipe. My past worries slowly change to euphoria giddiness as this is a never-would have thought of bondage predicament. But at the same time, I remain uneasy that I’ve been told I’m here for the night. Will I be able to sustain being bound this way for so long? I don’t seem to have a choice. If I need to yell my safe words, will they even be able to hear me? Am I on camera? Is someone staying out here all night? This makes me uncomfortable, I’ve certainly been in more stressful bounds, but this is different, I am up in the sky. Way up.

Time grinds on. It’s dark out in the desert, we are not in a densely occupied area. But off in the distance, many miles away, you can see the bright lights of downtown Vegas. It is quite a panorama. Both the flickering brightness and the many blended colors illuminating the sky are magnificent. Closer you can see lights of cars moving along dark roadways that I can’t not see. To pass the time I begin to count the nearby neighbors’ homes that glimmer in the dark from their outside accent lighting, and inside lights shining out their windows, but each time I start a breeze comes by I am distracted by the pull and lose count. It doesn’t matter; I don’t need a count. Off in the distance I can also see jets coming in for landings and taking off. They seem to be landing into the colorful lights. It makes sense the airport is near downtown. That is entertaining.

Oh yes, and there are stars, brilliant stars and the moon to see as I look up to stretch my neck muscles. Under other circumstances, all of this would be breathtaking to gaze upon. But it never leaves my mind that I am hanging from what I guess is sixty feet in the air from my arms while naked sitting on a perch that holds me firmly in position via a plug up my butt, and that I have no control over my situation nor the aches that begin to grow. Yes, I never conceived that I would be abused quite his way, but it is part of my bigger fantasy that by my own foolish hand and signature put into action.

And so, I continue to hang. Other than taking in the views there is nothing else to do but hang. Hang and think of what has happened to me already and what could be instore when they bring me down. Numbness has now set in, both in my arms and in my crotch. Despite the numbness, there is still a developing ache that by the end of the night will be agony in my arms, shoulders and especially from the now crushing feeling on the underside of my genitalia, already sore from my horse sitting. This in comparison is a milder assault.

Eventually I get drowsy and then drift off to sleep. Sleep is intermittent and tentative, as changes in windspeed pull enough on the cock and balls to startle me awake. At times it is from a deep sleep and the sky-high location causes unsettling disorientation for a few moments.

And while it is very hot here during the day, upon night fall temperatures drop. I am now getting uncomfortably cool. Not really cold, but the temperature drop still makes me shiver a bit. Even though I peed before I was tied to the cross, I had been hydrated with a full bottle of water. A combination of the chill, the water, and the intermittent pulling on my cock made me need to go again. I held on for an hour or so, but after a while I lost control, and my bladder let go. A strange feeling. Also, confirmation of how high up I was because even in the still of the night I didn’t hear it hit the ground.

I have no Idea what time it is and how long I’ve been up on the pole. It seems like forever. I know I am mentally tired of this, and my body has become one solid ache. Even my feet and legs that are simply dangling hurt. I have tried numerous times to relieve the pain in my crotch by lifting up my legs for what little the ankle tether allows, but when I do that the butt plug cause my rectum to revolt, and my legs drop. My captors were cunning to loosely tie my ankles to the bottom of the cross. It lets me try to pull my legs up in an attempt to rest my heals on one of the lateral bars on the cross frame so that I might use it as leverage to push up and get relief on both my butt and shoulders. Ah, but it allows just enough movement to almost reach the crossbar and yet fail. And as such, there is attempt, then struggle, failure and frustration to handle. DR. D loves to break his subs mentally as well as physically. He has again succeeded.

In and out of sleep, using my mind as best I can to deal with the physical stresses, numbness and pain and the never-ending teasing of my cock and balls, the hours pass.

Finally, my eyes notice a change in the sky, it begins to lighten. Daybreak is upon us. My expectation was that I’d be brought straight down, but I’m not. I can hear the boys below me. I even hear one, maybe two, jump into the pool. I also feel the wind pick up, with daybreak comes a change in wind direction and intensity. My balls are already shot, and this new whipping is now painful.  Please oh please bring me down! The sun is almost fully up. Now it is. Come on guys, I’m naked, I can be seen. Please let me down. These words are not shouted out, I don’t want anyone outside the gates to hear me, fearful any noise will draw attention to me. The boys sound like they are eating breakfast on the patio just below me. So cruel on so many levels.