initiation

i am lying spreadeagled on the floor of the cell. my limbs are capable only of limited movement, chained to the four corners of the narrow prison. my neck is enclosed with a heavy iron collar fixed to the wall behind me, allowing my head only restricted sideways movement. i am otherwise naked, apart from the steel & leathwer chastity belt which restraiins my cock. my balls are held in a steel stretcher. they ache. it is dark. i don't know how long i have been left like this since i was brought in blindfolded and handcuffed by my captor.

i wake suddenly from a sleep, or dream. there is gloomy light, but the silhouette of my jailer obscures my vision. he slaps my limbs and kneads my aching muscles. satisfied i am no immediate danger of cramp, he explores my body roughly.

i am released from this position, and told to sit against the cell wall. my arms are stretched hard and my wrists manacled to rings higher in the wall, the collar is fixed again. he drags my feet throgh the side bars of the cell and places on my ankles rigid irons. again, i can hardly move. i feel like i am crucified. it is hard and my torment has only just begun.

after he puts a tube gag onto my face and pisses into me slowly but steadily; i am thirsty, i gulp the liquid. when he has finished he pours a stream of water. the taste is welcome after my captor's piss.

he unlocks the front cage of the chastity belt. he reaches down and pulls on my balls encircled by the steel stretcher. i hear the rattle of a chain and then i gasp as tension pulls my already aching balls away from my body and he padlocks them to another ring somewhere between my legs. he laughs as i groan and squirm, trying to ease the stress and discomfort. but i feel my cock rise and he laughs louder, crushing it under his boot. the ball bondage allows even less stretch of my body. every tiny twitch pulls on my balls, but i can't stop squirming.

he leaves. the door is locked. darkness descends again.

i lie there drifting between wakefulness and merciful sleep. my limbs ache constantly, numbness is creeping into my fingers. my balls throb with the dull pain from the tension on them aggravated by my futile movements to gain some relief from the unforgiving angle of my stretched limbs. the darkness and the torture have only been relieved by the occasional visits of my tormentor to check me, feed me the dry bread, his piss and a little water.

so much time must have passed, 2 hours; 4? there is now a rank smell from my body, a mix of sweat, stale piss and the dirt i have been forced to expel despite my best eforts to resist nature since i arrived. i feel humiliated and dirty, a chained animal lying in its own dirt.

my captor returns finally. light fills the dungeon. the chains are unlocked and i am ordered on all fours. i struggle to comply as every muscle screams in pain, protesting against this strange and sudden freedom. finally in position and shaking through the pain and lack of strength, a stream of lukewarm water hits my body. my captor scrubs the shit from my arse and balls and rinses me thoroughly.

he attaches a leash to my collar and drags me from the cell into the main room. the room is full of the instruments with which i expect soon to be tortured and abused. he orders me to sit on my haunches on a small padded patform. he fetches a ball gag and forces it into my mouth and removes the steel collar. a posture collar is quickly strapped around my neck so i cannot move my head.

he padlocks the steel ball stretcher to a ring in the littlepatform. once again i gasp as my balls are pulled down re-igniting the painful aching i had suffered in the cell.

working quickly, the shackles on my wrists and ankles are removed and by pulling my arms between my legs, the shackles are replaced efficiently with a rigid steel bar locking my wrists and ankles together. together with the posture collar and the padlock on my balls movement is impossible. once again, i am helplessly restrained in a position of extreme discomfort.

the sound of an electric buzzing grows louder. my hair is grabbed roughly. my jailor sets to work and my thick blond hair cascades over my shoulders. it doesn't take long. i am left for a little while, pieces of hair continue to fall as my body trembles and squirms in the unyielding steel restraints. saliva accumulates and drips from the sides of my mouth. my neck aches.

he returns. shaving gel is slapped onto my stubbly scalp. i feel the razor moving over in steady methodical swipes. the coldness of my naked scalp makes me feel small, a further humiliation on this journey. satisfied, my captor removes the shaving gear and a blindold is placed over my eyes. i am left again for an indeterminate time to suffer the nagging aches and numbing pain creeping over my entire body.

i hear the clanking of chain and rattle of keys. i welcome the signs of imminent relief from the agony of my present torture. whatever the next torment might bring, i am resigned to my fate...