Extended sentence - part four

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

It was one way to be made to stay still. I was alone again with no idea how much time had now passed, my only company was the red light on the camera that was pointed at me, I had no idea whether he was watching me, but I just had to endure. “you move pig and it gets harder for you, and you end up back here next week”.

My wrists were now back roped and connected to my balls, but now he’d added a boot tied to my balls as well, it felt heavy. If I moved or shifted my weight the boot swung and pulled on my balls, if I moved my hands it did the same and would continue until after I’d stopped moving. It was easiest just to stay as still as possible and try to deal with the weight and pain of the boot hanging from my balls.

I tried my best to focus away from the bondage, but it was impossible. The weight of my chain collar and its padlock, my roped and weighted balls, my locked up cock. The plug feeling bigger than ever. The gag still tasting of cum in my mouth, the solid rubber cock that was forcing my mouth open against the unforgiving muzzle, which was still damp against my skin from earlier. The rubber too, sticking to me with sweat and the piss from earlier. Dried on now, on my arms and face, and my hair along with the cum that had been wiped into it. I could smell it, he was right I did stink. There was no way for me to escape his bondage and what over the past several hours he had turned me into. And looking once again at the little red light on the camera I knew he was watching me process this, and enjoying it.

I was brought out of my thoughts by him coming into the room. “You look like you’re getting used to that boot, pig.” I daren’t move and set it swinging again, I just watched him, and he gave the boot a kick anyway.

“MMPPHH!” I doubled over with the surprise of the extra pain, pulling my hands up without thinking and making it worse.

He grabbed the back of my chain collar and pulled me back up standing. “Stand up pig, I told you not to move”. He kicked the boot again,

“MMMPPPPHHH!” I tried to double over again, and still holding the back of the collar he pulled me up.

“Stand up pig.” And again, and again, holding on to the back of my collar tighter each time so I couldn’t even slightly bend.

While I recovered he went to the chain box he kept in the corner of the room. He showed me a large padlock. “See this pig? I’ve got 30 of these. Each time I come in now I’m going to drop at least one in your boot.” He dropped it in, and I immediately felt the increased weight on my balls. “If you’re lucky I might even add the other boot”. My eyes widened, I shook my head, I attempted a ‘please no’ around the gag, but by now I should know he’s ensured he only hears grunts from his pig. I grunted after him as he left the room. “See you in a bit pig, and stop drooling on your boot, you’re making a mess.”