I still consider myself to be pretty inexperienced when it comes to BDSM, but I’m very interested in trying new things and trying to push some of my soft limits. Back in mid-September I confessed to Fossil 9 my interest in testing the waters of pain play. He told me that he would be more than happy to help me out with that, but neither of us was free to try it right away. It wasn’t until the end of November that I found myself in his playroom again, but sure enough the scene revolved around me being in pain.
I’ve always been a fan of Fossil biting me, but usually it isn’t that intense, but being the great dominant that he is, he and his partner Toil cranked up the intensity. The bite marks they left all over my body lasted for several days, and my nipples were quite sensitive making putting on shirts a fun experience (for some reason Fossil and Toil favor my right nipple when it comes to biting and teasing them).
Anyways, the night started out pretty typically, after talking for a bit and saying hi to Fossil’s huge bio puppy, I end up in the playroom locked in a cage and left to sit for a bit. Once Fossil and Toil are done with whatever it is they do will away, they come back in and let me out of the cage, but quickly handcuff my hands behind my back. On this particular night they had me stand and locked a chain hanging from the ceiling around my neck. Then they added to the restraints by binding my arms in chains.
I soon find myself with my pants wrapped around my ankles, revealing the blue jock strap that I was ordered to wear that night. Toil pulls aside the pouch so he can start teasing my cock. With a stern glare, he watches my face as he switches between stroking my cock and squeezing my balls in his strong grip. After a short bit he steps behind, hands still playing with my dick, and I can feel his hard on through his fatigues pressing up against me. Even though chains bind my arms, and handcuffs encircle my wrists, I have enough mobility in my hands to start playing with his hard-on through his pants. He unzips himself and lets me dig his cock out so I can feel the hardness in my hands, but only for so long. He steps away and I’m quickly blindfolded.
Hands return to teasing my dick, but this time Toil orders me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue. I feel Toil’s finger run along my cock wiping off the bed of pre cum that’s forming at the head, that same finger finding it’s way onto my tongue forcing me to taste the signs of my own arousal. This goes on for several minutes, with the occasional wad of spit thrown in from Fossil and Toil. They soon unlock the handcuffs and remove the chains from my arm and neck in order to strip me completely down to just my jockstrap. I’m quickly ordered to my knees and told to crawl forward still blindfolded. Waiting before me is Toil, sitting on the top of the cage with his hard cock and balls sticking out of his fly waiting to be serviced my mouth and tongue. I run my face up against his leg in search for his dick, but when I get to it I’m not allowed to put it in my mouth. I’m ordered to lap at his balls with my tongue. Eventually I’m allowed to suck on his nuts, and after a while I’m rewarded with the taste of his hard cock on my tongue.
Toil leans forward to tease my cock some more, and when he has his fill of teasing me, he pushes me back and orders me to put my back on the ground. For a while I lie there slightly contorted with my knees still on the ground, my torso bent back to the ground, my arms lying down to either side of my head, palms up. I feel the sharp tip of a Sharpie scrape across my chest, marking me with my number – 211. When I feel the final stroke on the last number I say, “Thank you, Sir” and am rewarded with a light slap on the cheek and a “good boy.” Hands return to teasing my cock and balls, but this time my junk is being slapped with the back of hand rather than being stroked and fondled. After having their fun slapping around my balls, Fossil orders me to extend out my legs so they can remove my jockstrap, which is quickly turned into a gag by being shoved in my mouth.
I hear a few clicks of the camera, the flash bleeding through the blindfold, which Fossil had been using since the start to document my submission. After Fossil finished taking a few more pictures of my vulnerable, naked body, Fossil orders me to lift up my arms one at a time so he can lock metal cuffs on my wrists. In a short time I was to learn how lucky I was that he graciously chose to use the lighter weight cuffs. Similar cuffs are locked around my ankles and once again I hear the click of the camera. While pictures are being taken I feel the heavy weight of either Fossil’s or Toil’s booted foot press down on my stomach – the classic symbolic gesture of dominance and conquest.
I’m ordered to sit up with my hands kept behind my back legs spread apart to allow Toil access to put a ball parachute on my. Once secure he gives it a couple of quick tugs, and my entire body shivers from the slight burn that comes from having my balls stretched away from my body. He stops tugging on the chain of the parachute just long enough to give me one of the two surprises that he had in store for me that night. A few months earlier I had mentioned my desire to start exploring with nipple clamps, and ended up buy a set of Japanese clovers from Mr. S Leather (using the link from Fossil’s page so he could get a small kickback for my purchase). Fossil remembered this small incident and surprised me by clamping my nipples with the same kind of clamps I had just ordered for myself.
The chain between the clamps was placed in my mouth and I was ordered to lift my chin, pulling the chain, which causes the clamps to tighten on my nipples. Toil quickly returned to teasing my cock and pulling on the ball parachute, while Fossil continued to take pictures of me while I was moaning in both pain and pleasure from all the stimulation my body was getting. After a few strokes to my cock, Toil tells me to drop the chain from mouth, which he quickly replaces with his finger, which was covered with my pre-cum. After I finish sucking Toil’s finger clean, Fossil orders me the extend my arms backwards as far as I can, and then he locks the cuffs around my wrists to a chain hanging from the ceiling, preventing me from being able to put my arms down.
He then moves down to my legs, which he orders me to raise in order for him to lock them to a different chain hanging from the ceiling. Once I’m all secure, he tugs on the chain from the nipple clamps, and then places it between my teeth once more and orders me to pull the chain taunt – causing me to groan as the clamps exert more pressure on my nipples. My nipples are already on fire from the clamps, and soon my shoulders begin to feel the burn of my arms being forced to remain extended in such an awkward position. I can’t tell you for how long I was in that position, but I can tell you that it felt like an eternity.
The entire time that I struggled in this position, Fossil and Toil teased me and called me a little bitch. They asked me if I was going to cry, and in all honesty I was on the brink of doing just that. However, I wanted to make them proud of me so I tried to suck it up as best as I could. They had me raise my chin once more, putting even more tension on my poor nipples. They egged me on telling me that if I kept pulling on the chain, the clamps would eventually come off. Of course I tried my best to pull them off, but I didn’t have the will to inflict that amount of pain on myself. Eventually my arms began to start feeling numb, so I dropped the chain from my mouth to tell them. Fossil quickly removed my arms from their predicament and allowed me to lay my back on the ground.
As punishment for dropping the chain he strapped the shock collar around my neck, because I didn’t need to drop the chain to tell them about my arms, they would have understood what I was saying if I talked through my clenched teeth. However, Fossil was kind and didn’t give me a shock, but let me know that my next screw up would be punished. Because I didn’t have the balls to yank off the nipple clamps, Fossil does it for me, but not before he takes his time tormenting me first. He pulled the chain as hard as he could without yanking it off, and held the tension for a while before dropping it and causally saying, “oops.” Needless to say I’m writhing in pain, but my cock still remains hard. Fossil grabs hold of the chain again and starts pulling and says, “You do know that what hurts most about nipple clamps is when they come off,” and tugs the chain. I groan in pain as the blood rushes back into my one nipple – he only pulled the one clamp off – and once the pain begins to subside he pulls off the other one.
After letting me breath through the pain a bit, Fossil edges my cock some more, and when he finally gives me permission to cum, my load shoots up past my head and another shot hits me in the face. Both Toil and Fossil take their respective turns standing over me jacking off and shooting their load all over me. After a few more pictures I’m released and allowed to clean up before heading home to go to bed. I wake up the next day quite sore, but also quite fulfilled. I do my how daily routine of showering and getting dressed, a smile appearing on my face every time I catch a glimpse of my number when looking in the mirror. As I go through out my day I go online and check twitter and find a surprise. I find that Fossil tweeted a photo of me in the stress position he locked me in with the caption, “You won’t see this shit at Disneyland.” Sure enough my cock jumped in my pants and I began to look forward to my next visit.