Punished Dick

Author: bdsmpig
Title: Punished Dick
Date: 21 April 2005

I have been playing with this really hot dominate guy for about two months now, we have played 4 times and this is our 5th time to play. It was all the same cool bondage stuff, I am usually a top and when I ran into this broad-chested man of 60 years old, I told him that I liked to bottom as well. I am 35 and am usually a top but occasionally I need to bottom and that is where SIR comes in. I have a boy that I train as well and he is a good little pain-pig. I have told my SIR all about him.

We did all the usual stuff; I spent all the sessions in an arm binder that was his favorite toy. He had me on my knees most of the time sucking his 7 inch dick. I really enjoyed this and he knew it. He pushed me each time and the next thing you know I am spending the night mummified and drinking his morning piss. He was a very caring man, but demanding and I immediately fell for him. I think he knew it too. One day after a session of immobile bondage he asked me if I would agree to a CBT session that I would never forget. The only thing was I had to promise to go through with the entire day. He told me he would not "harm" me, just "hurt" me as much as he thought I could take. He also said that I would be gagged the entire time. I of course had not cum yet from the session agreed at once. He told me to get next Saturday, Sunday and Monday off and come over Friday night at 7pm. I was so excited that I jerked off 10 times that week; I thought it safe as he didn't tell me too not too.

When I arrived on Friday, I was still really horny. As soon as I got there, he had me stripped in the arm binders within a few minutes. He strapped kneepads to my knees and told me I would need them. He hung a parachute from my balls and hung 5lbs from it immediately. He sure was getting down to business. He then told me to go to the living room and kneel. He said he would be in to get to work in a few minutes. About 20 minutes later he appeared at the door with potato chips, a cooler full of beer, some shackles, a dog bowl and a huge bag of clothespins. I saw those and got a little nervous as I had only tried them with him once before and they hurt; and I know how they hurt because I train my boy with clothespins on his dick and balls all the time. I know it hurts him but I tell him that that is the point, it is supposed to hurt.

He made quick work of shackling my legs together, I was still on my knees and thankful for the pads. He then used 5 clothespins for each nipple; he then told me I was not to say anything except make moaning or grunting sounds as I needed too. He then went to work putting a row of clothespins from my balls all the way up the base to my head; he circled the head and then went down the top. Another row on each side of the dick finished it off. He then told me to stay put and sat back and cracked a beer open. He had a few chips and then explained my situation tonight then he said he would decide where to go from there. I was his piss puppy for the eve, when he had to piss he would piss in the bowl. He told me my job was to suck as much into my mouth and then on my knees carry it too the restroom and spit it into the toilet. I was also his suck puppy who would suck him off during the night as he had some beer, chips and watched TV and had a cigar. I was so turned on that my dick started to get really hard causing pressure on the clothespins. He laughed at me and then turns on the TV. I figured he would watch porn or something like that but no, he watched a friends episode, a baywatch episode (which I sucked him off most of the time during while he looked at the lifeguards) and then he watched the news.

He had to piss, so he did so into the dog bowl, I was able to slurp all of it up into my mouth for the journey down the hall to the toilet. He grabbed my hair and told me to spit it out. He poured 2 beers in the bowl with the piss and then said he didn't think it should be that easy. I took as much into my mouth as possible and my knees, with my arms still in the binder and the weight on my balls went down the hall. It was very difficult to balance but I managed. The clothespins were moving around as the weight swung on my balls; this was going to be harder than I thought. I made two trips and then got a brilliant idea. The toilet water was yellow now and the hall could not be seen by SIR. For the next 3 trips, I went halfway up the hall and then swallowed; I turned around and came back. SIR knew something was up because very quietly he followed me the 4th time and caught me swallowing. He looked mad and just whispered in my ear that I would be punished for that later, talk about getting nervous. The rest of the night hurt really bad, I think I made 20+ trips to the toilet, except he made me spit it into a bucket 20 more feet in the back of the house so he could measure it later. I sucked him on and off but he never came. I was like that until about 10:30pm when he told me to suck him now while the news was on, but I had a chore. He said that I had sucked him many times before and should know his rhythm by now and should not let him cum. I was confused, he explained that if I thought he was going to cum, I should stop sucking and hold still until it passed. If I made him cum, I was in for it even worse than I was already. I was really scared as I have trouble stopping from cumming when I am told I can't, how can I control his cum. I did really well the entire news broadcast, I stopped several times holding his dick in my mouth, I guess I did know his rhythm. (I thought that next time I played with my boy, I was going to do the exact thing to him!!!! I will have to ask SIR later what the punishment would have been in case my boy screws up.) The entire time I had his dick in my mouth he put his head back and smoked and ignored me except when he would tell me that the one thing he loved the most was to have a boy's dick in pain, while that boy was required to cause pleasure to another dick. This made me almost shoot myself. By this time, dick and ball were in so much pain that tears swelled in my eyes. He got up and told me to finish with the piss, there were about 2 trips left. I did as I was told and he disappeared. When I was finished I returned to living room and just waited on my knees.

He returned and took off all the clothespins (ouch that hurt like hell!) he released me and made me stand up taking off the arm binders. He grabbed my dick and balls and I almost screamed they were still really sore. He just laughed and said that it was time for my punishment. I was again scared. He took me to his garage where he had some play things. SIR chained me spread eagle and then pulled my knees apart so I could not protect my dick and balls. He rubbed them now and it felt really good. He then gave me a pill and told me to swallow it. I did and he told me it was an ecstasy and he wanted me to enjoy myself. He put a head harness on me with a huge ball gag. He left me for a about and hour and I started to feel the effects and it sucked not being able to touch myself. When he returned he was dressed really sexy in a tight black t-shirt and tight jeans and knee high laced up boots. I stared at him and trembled wanting him even more. He put a stool in front of me and then connected some clover tit clamps to my nipples. He got up and put a mirror in front of me and told me he wanted me to watch the punishment. I was horrified when he brought the biggest bucket of clothespins over and put it at my feet. He took a tube of Ben-gay and slathered everywhere on my genitals all over my dick and balls. We had done this before but never together with clothespins. He then looked up and me and smiled, he told me that he wanted me to count the clothespins as he put them on, getting the number right would make my punishment not as long. He put them all the way back to my ass and I had to concentrate to feel how many went on where I could not see. I counted 66 all over my dick and balls, more than ever before, but still 6 fewer than my boy had endured. He said he had counted 67 and therefore I would suffer the whole punishment, I was moaning in pain by this time. The Ben-gay was doing a number on my dick and balls with the clothespins. SIR did something very odd now; he took a cloth laundry bag and bagged all the clothespins and my dick very loosely as if he didn't want me to look at my suffering. He then took the gag-muzzle he had put on me and ran a rope from my head over bar in his garage and then he tied the rope to the end of the bag. Now it was all clear, if I moved my head the clothespins on my dick and balls would be tugged on and move around. He took the mirror away and then came and looked me in the eyes. God I wanted to suck his dick again, I was trembling and now I would do just about anything for him. My true submissiveness was coming through and he could see it in my eyes. He pulled on the rope which made me wince. He then pulled on the tit clamps as well just to prove his point of my being helpless and a pain-pig whether I liked it or not. He got a roll of duct tape and took two small pieces; he then taped each eye closed. I knew this is something he liked to do as well. He removed the ball in the head harness which caused some pain to my crotch. He put another ecstasy on my tongue; he gave me a drink of what tasted like Gatorade and made me swallow the whole bottle. He then put the gag back in and secured it.

He walked around me and I smelled his cigar again. He laughed some and then told me my fate. "You are my pain-pig for the rest of the night and the sad thing is I am not going to be here to see it. I made plans to go out and it is now 11:45pm. I will probably close down the bars at 2am and be back around 3ish unless I find another pig to fuck." I started to shake my head no, but was quickly reminded why I should not. He then took off his belt and gave me 5 good lashes that made me jump and cause pain elsewhere. He said I should never openly disagree with him if I didn't want more of the same. He then kissed my cheek and I heard the garage door to the house close. A few minutes later I heard his truck from through the garage start up and I knew I was doomed. I could not possible stay like this for hours. I was starting to panic but there was nothing I could do, I willed myself to be still and just endure the burning of the Ben-gay and the slow ache of all the clothespins. I started to moan and cry. Then I heard a voice on a radio or intercom, it was SIR. He said that was what he wanted to hear, he wanted to hear me suffering. He had apparently set up his cell phone walkie-talkie so he could hear me and torment me throughout the night. He said he wanted to hear me and he was going to let his friends listen too. I did not think that would be a problem as I was going to be crying all night until the end. I was in pain, but after two ecstasies it was somewhat numb and I was not going to pass out from the pain. I think that is why he drugged me.

About an hour passed as my SIR only spoke to me a couple more time to tell me he was enjoying the audio show, once I thought I even heard dance music in the background.

I was startled when someone grabbed the rope attached to the laundry bag. It shot a wave of pain across my entire body and I collapsed, I was left hanging by my wrists. I heard SIR laugh and asked if I was surprised that he was there. I shook my head yes and he laughed again. He said I had been there for 45 minutes and he had never left the house, after all he was not that "SADISTIC" and I was not that much of a pain-pig "YET," but he said I would learn and then laughed some more. He took off the laundry bag and took my left hand down, blood rushed in and it felt cold. He then took my hand and made a fist and used duct tape to tape it into a ball except form my index finger. He explained that I had to remove all the clothespins with this one finger. I groaned and asked to be un-blindfolded thorough the gag and he must of understood me and said no that it would be better if I had to feel my way around the clothespins. He was going to go to the living room and have some beer and enjoy the audio show. I guess it took me about 20 minutes to get all the pins off. I had worked out a system of yanking at them, it hurt but I wanted them off. I did not disappoint the master on the audio show. As soon as I finished SIR appeared again and then he put my arm back in the spread eagle to match the rest of me. He took out the gag and the tape from my eyes. I again saw him and was in love again, how anyone could do this to another person and because he could I loved him for it (it could be the drugs talking.) He stroked my hair and went to a shelf and got a bottle of clear liquid. I tried to pull away and said that I could take no more. He smiled and said that he knew and that it was just oil to soothe my nuts and dick, it was warm going on and it felt great and it smelled like mint. I was feeling the effects of the drugs more now and was glad to have them as I know that they helped me though my ordeal. SIR kissed me again and told me to get some rest. He left turning off the lights, I wish I was let down but he did not want it so I just enjoyed the drug. About 30 minutes after I hung there a TV in plain view came on, I don't know how I had missed it. The picture was a scene of me arriving that evening and going through my torment. Everything was there, me stripping, the arm binder going on, the clothespins, SIR getting his dick sucked by me. Me going down the hall on my knees and swallowing making it so I had to be punished was also there. In fact I saw that he was in the room most of the time when I thought he was out at a night club. He left a few times I guess to do the walkie-talkie thing. I was in awe, he had taped the whole thing and now I had to stand and watch. Everything up to the time when he left the garage and left me standing in this position was there. You could even see the longing in my eyes and the love I felt for him. I was horny because I had not cum yet and even with all the aching in my dick it was at attention. As soon as the video finished, the lights came on and my SIR said that he sees that I liked what I saw. He came over and rubbed my dick and I bucked thinking I was going to cum. He stopped short and then released me from my bondage. He let me hug him for a few moments before telling me to get on my knees. He put his favorite arm binders on me and then took out his dick. He told me to thank him, I looked up at him and thanked him and then sucked his dick like it had never been sucked before, I was allowed to make him cum this time and when I did, I still sucked on it getting all the juice and wanting more. He was very pleased and took me to the spare bedroom; he shackled my feet and laid me on my side on the bed. He then hooked the arm binder to the wall behind me; I would be sleeping on my side tonight I guess. He kissed me and told me that I had done well and did not expect me to have a hard dick, but since I had I must have liked what I saw. If I had not liked it and my dick was soft he would have ended it then and he would have known that he would have to work up to that much, but since I was erect I had sealed my fate until Monday night. I was going to continue my service until my release time. I was going to protest but he shushed me and then kissed me. He told me I was not allowed to rub myself to cum that night and said the he would know if I did. He said he wanted me to sleep if I could and think about tomorrow and let the drug wear off. I shook my head and said thank you. I was still so horny and thought some pretty wild things that might happen to me.

One thing is for sure, if I can endure this, so can my boy and he is so in for it starting next weekend, only difference is I don't have to get my boy to agree to it before hand. I may invite SIR over to watch or participate; the boy would have twice the piss and twice the work to do with an aching dick.

I drifted in and out of sleep the best I could with the drug and the bondage. I watched the sun rise through the skylight. I heard SIR come in and he let me service him before he undid my bondage. He then sat me in a chair behind his laptop with a word file open. He told me to write down what I had experienced here last night, be through he said. I am going to post the story and put my email address in is so other boys will know what they are in for if they want to hook up with him. So that is where I sit now finished typing and trying ever so hard not to touch my hard dick and waiting nervously for today to happen.




This is where I come in (this is SIR by the way.) I love to make a boy hurt this way and suffer at my hand while he makes my dick feel special. He did and he did a good job writing the story too. He is currently mummified and I am actually going to go out for a few beers this time. I think before I leave him I will slather some Ben-gay on his dick and balls, maybe even take a q-tip and shove some down his piss tube, he seems to like that. Tomorrow his job is going to be to make a dildo feel good while his dick suffers, I am going to make him suck it until his jaw aches.

When I read his story it was the first time I heard that about what he was going to do to his boy and I am glad that his suffering will turn into another boy's suffering too. I am totally going to accept if he invites me to watch or participate. However I bet you that he is more sadistic than I am and will not give his boy drugs to help him through his ordeal and he will probably actually go out to a club and leave him. I also hope he gets creative with his boy and gives it to him good. I say that because after he abuses his boy that way and wants to play with me next, he is going to get it double as bad as what he dished out to his boy with no mercy until we are finished. I cannot wait to teach him that lesson.

The boy will be in his bondage all night and will not be able to write about his day until tomorrow, I just hope he remembers everything. When he does write this story, pay close attention to what happened when he came without permission. I am pretty sure that he gave me the signal in time to quit yanking his dick but I got two more strokes in that pushed him over the edge. Well I punished him anyway as he was gagged and couldn't protest, how was I supposed to know that him shaking his head and yelling no into the gag was supposed to mean something.

If you think you are boy enough to handle something like this then email me at bdsm.pig@gmail.com