Vegas Twelve to One, Daunting Odds

My electro pleasure ended with a sudden, nasty one-time shock to all three toys. It was especially harsh as it was unexpected and so different from what they had been sending, the sound rod was murder. I was unbuckled from the X, hands cuffed, and the electro toys removed. I could tell when the sound was removed that my urethra was irritated from its lengthy three hour plus insertion. That irritation would continue to be noticeable each time I peed. It lasted for about two days as did the crack soreness from the horse rail.

I was moved to the dungeon cell and imprisoned. The shackles are cold black steel, at least an inch and a half wide and a quarter inch thick. They have pin style hinges and are locked closed with screw down omega loops. Each ring is fastened to the stone wall with thick black steel chains. First to be placed was the neck collar, followed by the wrists, legs and finally the waist. These were heavy, unyielding and for some reason made me become more aware of my nakedness. The chains allowed for some although limited movement. I was upright and would not be able to change that position. The cell door was closed and locked. 

And there I stood. In time it would become tiring and uncomfortable. I was left alone to my thoughts and to take in the views and activities of the dungeon. I really wasn’t the only one here to be used and disciplined. I had seen many women in bondage videos tied down to a Sybian and made to endure its rotating dong in their pussies and the extreme vibration of their clits. I had never really thought of it as a toy to likewise abuse men. Yet protruding from discipline wall has a Sybian unit about five feet off the floor. I watched as one of the subs was hoisted up over it and dropped down onto a large rubber penis that disappears inside of him. He squirms as he tries to get situated and comfortable on the Sybian’s textured vibration pad. His arms are secured by pipes wide of and above his shoulders. His neck is captured next and then his legs are spread wide, pressing his crotch and ball sack against the vibration pad. For good measure, they place tweezer clamps with little bells on his nipples. I then watch the show as three of the masters take turns adjusting the rotation speed and the vibration intensity on the machine, driving him wild. He does all he can to try and adjust his position but with the combination of his own body weight and the unyielding restraints he can do nothing but suffer his ecstasy. About fifteen minutes into his ordeal the vibration gets the best of him, and he uncontrollably shoots his load from his rock-hard dancing cock. It goes all over the floor in front of him. It matters not at the moment because the masters have no intent on letting him down or shutting off the dastardly machine. This causes the sub intense discomfort as it is, I guess, like post milking a man after climaxing, very difficult to endure. The masters are having a great time at his expense. I’m glad it’s not me. I am wondering if later I will be forced to take a turn. When he is finally released, almost delirious and completely spent, he is made to lick up all his mess on the floor with his tongue. He looked like he enjoyed that part of the ordeal.

Another sub had to also endure mechanical stimulation. He had taken my place on the chair. Firmly attached to his cock was the penis auto masturbator. Luckily, he wasn’t drinking pee or having his butt fucked as I did. The milking machine was going to town on his dick, and it wasn’t long till he shot his load. Of course, his tormentor kept the machine going full out as he squirmed against his binds, going nearly insane from the over stimulation of his expired member. I felt his pain and suffering and was relieved that this time it wasn’t me, but then annoyed that his master soon ended his torment before he even was forced to ejaculate a second time. My anguish had gone on and on.

The benches also get a lot of use. More than one sub was bound to them during my time on the wall. One sub was taking on both Sir Michael and his master, one using his mouth, the other his butt and they would rotate their positions periodically. I was impressed that the sub seemed to have no problem handling Sir Michael’s size in either hole. Sir seemed to be quite delighted regardless of which end he was working. I know orally I can’t do that for him. He did see me watching him and he waved, showing off, knowing he was in demand.

 A sub is laid on the floor not too far from me and is maneuvered into a large black rubber vacbed, one of those bondage toys that with the air sucked out of the bag it collapses around the victim holding them skintight. I had seen these on-line and was interested in seeing it used. It seemed like a kind of bondage I might enjoy. The bag had PVC tubes that made a rectangular frame that held the bag. With the sub placed on his back and centered in the open bag, they folded one side of the top over him. This had a mouth breathing tube assembly molded into the inside whose tube penetrated the outside of the bag by about four inches. They put the mouthpiece into his mouth, laid the second side of the bag over him and sealed them together. The task of evacuating the air with an attached canister vacuum cleaner began. It went quickly and the rubber encased him tightly so you could see all his features including his ample package. It was interesting to see how tight the rubber was around his entire face, and his arms and legs, both of which were slightly spread, making the rubber press against all sides holding him tight. It seemed to me like a combination of stretch wrap bondage and rubber latex clothes. Seeing it live, I know I want to try this someday.

Well, I thought that until I saw them starting to do breathe play with him. They would sit beside him and put a thumb over the hole sealing off all his air, holding it until the sub would start to arch his body and buck. They would give him a quick breath and cover the hole again. This went on for numerous rotations and they would keep him fighting his bonds for a time before letting him breathe. I assume this was terrifying to the sub, but to people who like breath play, it may have been a rush for him. He was left alone in his bonds for maybe a half an hour. I don’t think there is much other play you could do with him. I would think a vibrator in him would be nice. I don’t know how you could do electro play as there is nowhere for the leads to exit the suit. I guess you could whip him, but the bag would take on some of the sting and on the floor lying flat would be tougher to land good blows. As you can tell, chained to the wall I had plenty of time to contemplate these things.

Another activity that caught my attention was the boys going at it on the sling. Sometimes it was a Dom/sub thing with the sub cuffed to the chains, other times it was just two gay men enjoying themselves. One hookup was Sir Michael and the Host with Sir serving as the bottom. Both seemed to be having a grand time.

I was left alone on the wall for the entire time I was held, except for a single visit I had about halfway through my sentence. It proved to be quite unpleasant. “You ever use this at the gym? The penetrating heat is great for aching and strained muscles,” commented the older master, the one with the Corvette, as he showed me a container of Atomic Balm. Seemingly, the only muscle soreness he was concerned with was in my scrotum, as that is the only place he applied the handful he scooped from the tub with his surgical glove protected hand, rubbing it deeply into my pouch so it would surely awaken my testicles. He follows up with a dab on each of my nipples. He leaves and locks the cell door as soon as he is done without saying anything more. Maybe on my shoulders this balm would have been beneficial, but on the skin of my straight blade shaved balls it is a burn that is building minute by minute to an excruciating level. The Vick’s VapoRub that I was assaulted with in San Diego built to a level of unpleasantness, but manageable. This stuff is through the roof. All I want to do is cup my balls with my hands, wipe this crap off, and ice them down, but my chains and situation prohibit it. Oh God, does it burn. A deep burning sensation. Eventually my body gives up and collapses. I hang limp in the irons as I whimper in agony. It probably takes a good twenty minutes for it to subside from stinging to a generalized ache as my body adjusts to its presence. It’s funny, even though this was way beyond my enjoyable pain/pleasure euphoria’s, there was still a high from it. I think due to the massive number of endorphins released from the combination of fighting the restraints, irritation of my sexual organs, and deep growing burn pain.

My mind is onto other things, and I am back to watching the merriment of the others using the playground equipment when Master, Sir Michael and two of the other masters enter the cell. All the other activities in the playroom come to a noticeable stop.