my body watg myself breathing,
sometime untrollably thrashing against the stant pressure of the
bondage, my otoo on my inner bicep seemed dark. I tried to flex my
arms to relieve some of the pressure, I pulled against the bounds hold me
out tight. I mao flex a little and watched as my arm bulged even in
this position. But the pressure didn' t stop, the throbbing and pain from
the pegs opped. I looked at the timer, only 15 minutes had passed,
fuck time seemed to be going very slow. I tried to zo.
I breathed ihrough my he smell of the jock strap stuffed in
my mouth hit me again. The ma, the st of the guard who was
inflig this suffering o my brain like a drug. My mind wandered
and I had thoughts of Tony my assistant. I had seen him naked many times
his body was just about perfect, he took pride in his body. He had nice
muscular frame, body hair in all the right places and his cock was a good
6 inches and thick. He was out to everyone and he was alig up
guys. I started to think I could do this to him. Get him tied up, tortured
and abused. Keep him locked up for days on end, use him as my sex slave, I
could do that to him.
I opened my eyes the pain from the pegs was getting unbearable now. I
looked at the ter it was down to 945 I only had 15 minutes of
"rest" left but I still had 9 hours left on this torture table. I was only
3 hours into my 4 days. I had no idea how I was going to last. I had paid
a lot of money for these guys to fuck me up. I looked down at my body, the
pegs were pulsing on there own and I noticed my cock was getting hard
again. My mind was screaming it wanted out my cock was screaming it wanted
more.
The ter clicked down to 9:00:00 and the door clicked open, the Guard
now naked ehe room again. I looked at him with pleading eyes,
trying to tell him to release