Extended sentence - part five

Author: mj217
Title: Extended sentence - part five
Date: 11 December 2018

The floor was hard, he was now asleep in another room, but I wasn’t. I was in a fairly small room that he’d emptied of everything but the metal framed bed and its mattress and a small table next to it. I was on a chain on the floor unable to reach the bed. I couldn’t even reach far enough to sit against it and rest my head, when he’d seen at first that I could he locked the chain shorter by a few links. “pigs don’t get comfy beds, but you can look at it and wish for it. You get the floor pig.” I ended up sat against the wall next to the ring I was chained to. “I think it’s time to freshen up your gag as well.” He removed it, I didn’t have the fight left to try and complain, or beg, or plead, I just watched him as he unzipped his jeans again and got himself ready to coat it for the second time in his cum. Wiping it off once again on my face and hair before forcing the gag back in place and locking it securely. He brought out the jock he’d used on me earlier and fixed it back over my nose and mouth over the head harness. He’d pissed in it. It must have been just before he took me into this room – or more appropriately, cell. It was still slightly warm, it stank. It was all I could breathe, with his cum all I could taste.

“You look good there pig” He said. He was grinning at me again. He knew how low he’d brought me, purposefully twisted my love of bondage and used it against me to turn me into what I was now. There couldn’t be that long left now? I couldn’t even really process anything before the bondage, it had been less than a day but that was all I could remember, bondage stretching back hours and hours, the restraint, the gear, the abuse I was taking had filled my entire world and I couldn’t see past it.

He crouched down in front of me with a short piece of rope. “Pig doesn’t get it that easy” he said, and he tied my already cuffed boots, bending my knees and then tying the end of the rope to my balls which were still hurting from having the boots filled with padlocks hanging from them. “There you go. Just a couple more things to get for you” and he left the room returning after a few moment with a glass of water. He placed it on the table next to the bed. “I bet you’re thirsty pig, no fluids since I got you out of the shower. I bet you’d give anything for some nice fresh, cool water right now.”

I nodded as much as my head harness would allow.

“I’m even putting it within your reach. And I have these…” he held up some keys. “There are for your chain, your handcuffs, and your gag. I’m going to put them on the floor for you so you can look at them. Time for bed now, but look at it this way, you’ll have completed our agreement by the morning.” He turned the light off leaving me in darkness.

Once my eyes had adapted, the light from the streetlights outside through the curtains meant I could still see the keys, the water, the bed, my chain. It was quiet in the house, no longer a light coming from under the door.

I tried to reach the keys, straining against the chain locked to my collar, shuffling across the floor each time pulling again at my balls, the dull ache intensifying. I tried to reach out with my hands but was nowhere near, I shifted round and tried to get them with my feet but the keys remained just out of reach. I tried once more, but over balanced and fell onto my side, my feet giving a sharp tug to my balls. I stifled a yell, and it came out more like a gurgle, a fresh string of drool from behind the gag. I lay stuck on my side, curled in a ball on the end of my chain staring at the keys, tasting the cum on the gag, smelling the piss and sweat from the jock, and feeling the continual ache of my balls, the plug, my handcuffs, and my thick chain collar as it weighed down on my neck.

I was his pig, he had beaten me. I lay there and stared at the keys.