Stories from the Underground

At about 1030 my master told me he was going out clubbing and he wanted me back in my cell. I was locked into my muzzle and gag and put into the stocks for my neck, arms, ankles and cock and balls each secured by multiple padlocks.. As I had had my nuts in a ball crusher most of the day he decided that he would do some stretching. A ball stretcher was added and the on top of the a metal ball crimp which was tightened onto my ball sack a heavy chain was added and connected to a 2k weight. I moan and ground into my heavy gag but was ignored. My cock got hard with the sensation of my ball being pulled away from my body. He decorated my veiny swelling cock with many pegs it felt like a hundred starting at my glad running down the stem of my young shaft to my ball stretcher. I winced in pain as he added them. He then closed and locked the door sealing me in. after around 3 hours of cock pain I heard him return but he was not alone he had several other people. Though the thick hood I could just about here someone say “lets see him, lets see him”. My cock stiffened at this remark knowing that soon complete strangers would se my exposed vulnerable tortured body. I began to leak precum as the door was unlock. The was a moment of stunned silence and the laughing and “oh my god”. It turns out my master had been running his mouth again at a club about his slave boy he keeps locked up at home.

These are true stories BTW (but not written by me).

My bondage cell was a small cupboard under the stairs. it had been fitted with stocks for my neck, arms, cock and balls and ankels. this is where im stored while he is at work. A leather hood is added then a large mouthfilling gag is forced deep into my mouth and buckled and padlocked at the back of my head. next a blind fold and finally a thick leather head harness is strapped and padlocked on. im then forced into the neck, arm, genital and ankel stocks. He the adds the ball crusher flask to my shaved nuts. he twists the crushing plate right up. i begin to moan into my heavy gag but he knows where my ball pain pleasure threshold is and continues to turn. after i really start to yelp moan into my gag he gives it two more good turns and then shuts and locks the cell door. i continue to yelp and moan but he ignors me and leaves for work. The tip of my cock touches the door when closed and the frustration of not being able to quite reach the device causing me so much ball pain begins to turn me on. I start to rub my gland against the cell door. my nuts swing with the heavy weight of the ball crusher. I cum in about a hour but its all to soon and realise my position. I ask my self why i let him do this to me why do i let him tighten a vice on my nuts and i just want out. but with in a few minutis im feeling horny again and start to rub the tip of my gland onn the door again and the process repeats for 5 hours and I cum 3 time until he returns.When he is back he opens the door to my cell and complains about all the cum I have drip out during the day. Once hes back and able to watch me closely he always gives me a vey intensive last hour in there. He turns my heavy nut crushing flask 5 more times I struggle like hell moaning and pleading into the gag as loud as I can. His house mates know not to help me even if im screaming. The pain in my balls rises to my abdoman. The pain effects all my lower body. “shhhhh shhh” he says ”just 40 minuties now”. When the 40 mins is over he rubs the tip of my gland “every time I stroke your cock im going to tighten the ball vice intill you could”. Within 4 strokes I cum in a hail of gagged screams that shocks his housemates. He continues to stroke and turn while I ejaculate. Once im dry he removes the vice and massagers my tender balls.

My master was having guests over that did not know about his non vanilla life style, so he had to hide me away. He had recently converted the cupboard under the stairs into a small bondage alcove. There was a new shelf that would break into two parts with a hole in the middle and could be latched and padlock back into place like stocks. I was stripped and harness and leather hood were put on. Next a large leather gag was forced into my mouth almost filling it and making me gag a bit then pad locked behind my head. Next a blind foiled was added and finally a head harness was padlocked tightly around my head forcing the leather gag deeper. I could only breath through two small grommets in the hood. My hands were hand cuffed behind me. Next I was pushed back into the tiny cupboard and my neck pressed into the back half of the stocks. My master then held up the front part of the stocks. The stocks were fixed to high on the walls I had to stand almost on tiptoes to get my neck in the right place so the tight fitting stocks could be lock into place. The hole in the stocks was barely big enough for my thick neck and pressed right up across my throat. It was almost like being in a noose. The stock shelf was latched and padlocked into place and he then added the lower stock made for my ankles in the same manner. My master ran his hands over my stretched body "You better not make a sound my friends will be right outside this door" he said. And with that he added tight nipple clamps and shut the door. There was so little room in the cupboard that the end of my cock touched the door itself when shut. When his friends came over they were just inches away from me as the stairs and cupboard shared the same room as the lounge. I could hear everything they said even through the leather hood. After about 2 hours they started playing spin the bottle. My master told a truth about being a bit kinky. But his friends did not really believe him as he takes on a very nice boy attitude. After 15mins of joking and more drinking he decided to show them just how kinky he was. He opened the cupboard door to reveal him muscled slave boy, as he did so a string of my pre-cum linked between my cock head and the door stretch out. A large puddle of pre-cum could be seen on the floor by my feet. There was a lot of shock as his friend saw my sweat stretched body. I think there were three of them. "Oh my god where did you find him", "he wants to be like this", "I can’t believe anyone would want to be like this,” my master just pointed to my dripping cock "oh he likes it". The shock and questions went on for a long time. "What’s that on his face" "did you wax his pubic hair off" etc. After about an hour he shut the door again and the guest leave never to look at my master in the same way again.

As i have broken up from uni over xmas i can spend all day at my masters. when he goes to work he shackles me into an arm bar then adds my muzzel which is connected to the roof. He then adds a harness to finish of the slave look. finally he adds electro stim staps to my cock and balls. he wants me to remain hard all the time he is at work so he plugs in the stim kits and sets it to a burtal shocking program. my cock pulses to the shocking rythm i moan into the muzzel itw was to much to take to the whole day. he punched me in the abs and told me to stop moaning and left for work. most of the day i spent trying to shake of the stim kit but it did not work. When he returnd 6 hours later he could see that i had really suffered with the shocks. Th next day i was tied up in the same way but he said he would put the shocks on a lower level. I did not want to dissapoint my master and asked him to set it to the same level as the day before. he ask if i was sure as i could not change my mind when it was set "are you sure you can take that much pain in your shaft and balls". My cock hardened at his words and i could not resist. He put my muzzel on and began the shock program. Within a second i relised i had made a mistake i had forgotten how bad it was. i screamed into the muzzels "mmmmmmhppp". "Dude you asked for it " he said as he left for work again. Some how he had managed to trick me into begging for painfull cock and ball punishment.