Punkboy punishment - part 2

Author: dement
Title: Punkboy punishment - part 2
Date: 15 November 2005

After a couple of minutes of movement Danny felt himself being put down. He couldn't hear anything and his head was spinning with pain from the burn on his nipple and the all the spikes digging in to his head from the hood. He suddenly felt vibrations underneath him. He was in a car boot and being driven somewhere. This can't be happening he thought, but the pain told him otherwise. He tried moving but the muscle relaxant was still working. He was scared. Carlton was right, he would rather have had his legs broken than be put through what had already happened with this other man. Danny had a really bad feeling that what had just happened with the man was just a taster of things to come, and when the car stops and he gets released from the bag things were going to get much worse. And all just because he stole the wrong person's car. There really was no escape, no one could help him now. He was at the man's mercy and he didn't expect to get any. Danny closed his eyes and waited for the car to stop.

After an hour the car did stop. Danny didn't hear the car boot open so when he was manhandled out of the car it came as a surprise. He was sure he was being carried by at least two people. Two very strong people. They seemed to put no effort in to carrying him. After a few moments Danny sensed he was being carried down a flight of stairs, then he was dropped to the ground. The sports bag felt tight all over and he had been getting hotter and hotter throughout the journey, by now he was drenched in sweat.

Danny felt the bag unzip and cool air rush in. He could feel a pair of hands at each arm and leg pulling him out of the bag and laying him on the floor. How many people were there? Danny could hear nothing except the sound of his own panicked breathing inside the hood.

The man, watching Danny being taken out of the sports bag got more excited, watching his new present being upwrapped. Now Danny was laid out on the floor ready to be dealt with. "Hang him up." the man said to his staff. They were not so much staff as slaves, four well built skinheads wearing nothing except boots and chastity shorts. Two of the slaves grabbed a leather ankle restraint each from the shelf and buckled them tightly around Danny's booted ankles. Another slave had brought over a metal leg spreader and attached it to the ankle restraints. The other slave attached the spreader bar to a chain suspended from the ceiling. The man could hear Danny's breathing become more rapid. Delicious. Two of the slaves began pulling at the other end of the rope and Danny slowly lifted in to the air, soon they stopped pulling. Danny was now suspended upside down, swinging in the air with his head a metre from the ground.

Danny could feel all the blood rush to his head. The spikes inside the hood seemed to dig in deeper in to his head. "You must be hot in there" the man said to Danny. All Danny could do to respond was grunt. "I think you could do with some fresh air, don't want you passing out in the heat and missing all the fun!".

The man nodded to the four slaves. They all approached Danny. One drew a knife and began to cut off Danny's jeans. Two others pulled leather mitts on to Danny's hands, forcing them to curl in to fists and rendering them useless. The mitts were then buckled and padlocked around his wrists. The slaves then took off the wrist restraints Danny had on still from back at Carlton's office freeing Danny's arms. Not that it made any difference, the muscle relaxant was still working Danny had no control over his body and his arms just dropped pathetically towards the floor. The slaves removed Danny's biker jacket and cut his teeshirt off his chest. Finally one slave took the knife, cut off Danny's rubber shorts and stood back. Danny was left suspended upside down in just his boots, the leather mitts and the hood.

Danny felt so exposed and scared, he had no idea where he was, he couldn't see or hardly hear, he couldn't speak through his taped mouth, he couldn't move any part of his body and he was naked. All he knew for certain was that he was going to be
punished by this man for stealing his car. And by the sound of things and what had happened already this was not going to be a conventional punishment.

"Take his hood off, I want the punk boy to see his new home."

Danny could feel someone unlocking the padlock on the hood collar, the collar strap being unbuckled then the hood was pulled off his head. Some of the spikes scratched his head as the hood was pulled off, causing him to take a sharp breath. He blinked for a few seconds to get used to the light.

The room was a cold dark cellar, Danny could see that the wall in front of him had lots of shelves with all kinds of restraint and torture equipment. This ranged from medical to electrical to plain medieval, Danny desperately hoped this was just for show and to frighten him. To his left was a padded chair with straps all over it, trapping whatever poor unfortunate person forced to sit in it. In the shadows Danny saw what he thought were 4 tall, well defined naked men with their heads bowed. This was looking creepier and creepier, it made Danny's skin crawl. What sick things are they planning to do to me?

Someone stepped out of the shadow on the other side of the room and approached Danny. When he got close the man held out his hand and without saying a word he began to stroke Danny's balls lightly, running a figure-eight around them. Danny tensed initally and protested through his gag but after while he settled, closed his eyes and his dick began to get harder. I can't believe this, Danny thought, this guy wants me turned on during whatever mad shit he's got planned.

I've hit the jackpot with this cute punkboy the man thought, fit beautifully proportioned body and a dick he'd only seen before in his dreams. The man began stroking his hands all over Danny's chest, his arse and his head. He was wearing rubber gloves on purpose, he knew Danny got turned on by rubber and he wanted to humilate Danny by getting him turned on while he was in such a submissive position. The man wanted Danny to feel horny when he was to start his first training session. He wanted to teach Danny the lesson that intense focus on pain blurs the line with exquisite pleasure. He couldn't wait.

Danny's cock was rock solid, the man grabbed it firmly and began to pump it. Danny drew breath deeper and sharper, he felt hornier and hornier and suddenly he desperately wanted to shoot his load but the man seemed to be stopping it. The man was still pumping Danny's cock, keeping him on the brink, making him groan with pleasure. He's ready, the man decided.

The man stepped back and the four slaves descended on Danny. They let down the rope that hung him by his feet until he was lying on the ground. Shit, this is it Danny thought, punishment time. By now Danny was getting some control over his arms but he didn't move, he didn't want them to know. Maybe I can get out of here, put up a fight and escape. One of the slaves removed the ankle restraints, then the other three picked Danny up. Where are they taking me? Then he saw, they were going to put him in that chair with all the straps on it. I've got to get out of here, it's now or never. Danny began to struggle out of the slaves grip, but it was a futile attempt, their grips simply got tighter.

Danny was thrown in to the chair and the slaves began to strap Danny's chest to the back of the chair. One of the slaves knelt down in front of Danny, leaned forward and began to suck Danny's cock. The other slaves continued to secure Danny in the chair. There was a wide collar that fitted tightly around his neck and straps at six inch intervals down his chest, stomach, arms and legs. When they had finished the cocksucker slave carried on, feeding on Danny's cock as if he hadn't eaten for a week.

Danny was so disorientated by how good it felt to have his cock sucked he hadn't really noticed that he now couldn't move an inch of his body, he was strapped firmly in to this chair, immobile and helpless.

The man could see Danny was about to shoot his load and ordered the slave off cocksucking duty. By now Danny had full control over his body, not that it gave him any chance of from breaking free from the chair. The man was getting hornier, watching Danny testing his restraints, making unintelligible grunts through his taped up mouth, getting more frustrated and desperate at his predicament. The impotent anger in Danny's eyes was the cherry on the cake.

"Staff, stand to attention!" the man barked. The four slaves stood bolt upright in a line to Danny's left. "Take a look at my staff punkbitch. They are your betters. They are in peak physical condition and very obedient. You will also notice that they are completely hairless and have those beautiful piercings in their cocks and nipples. I like to think of it as their uniform. I like uniformity and as much as I like your facial piercings and your sexy shock of red hair they simply don't fit and you will have to
be modified. Begin."

One slave approached Danny and got to work, removing the piercings Danny had in his ears, nose and eyebrow. He then produced a cutthroat razor and hacked roughly at Danny's hair until it was nearly all gone. The slave deftly shaved off the remains until Danny's head was completely smooth. He then made quick work of shaving off Danny's eyebrows. The slave paid little attention to the horror on Danny's face at what was happening to him. In a few minutes Danny was completely hairless. And he was terrified. He just stared at the huge bits of metal hanging from the nipples and the prince alberts on the slaves and knew that he was soon going to be fitted with the same. He whimpered.

The man ripped the tape from Danny's mouth. "You want to be a man? You gonna take this like a man?" Danny, finding his voice begged and pleaded in panic, "Please, don't do this, I can't take this shit, please, just kick the crap out of me or cut something off then let me out of here, you're fucking torturing me!"

The man chuckled. "You're going to be noisy aren't you? I get tired of noisy boys very easily but I don't have time to teach you manners now". The man grabbed a large hollow cock gag and pushed it hard in to Danny's mouth. He gagged as it hit the back of his throat. The straps were then secured tightly at the back of his head. The man stood back. "That's better". He paused and smiled. "You look great there, you really do. I have to show you your new look." The man wheeled a large mirror towards Danny, as soon as he caught his reflection his heart sank. He didn't recognise this hairless, featureless mannequin he saw in the mirror.

It can't be me, I don't look human any more.

The slave wheeled over a small trolley. Danny tried to see what was on the trolley but his neck was too tightly secured to the chair for him to turn his head and see. All he could do was stare straight ahead. Danny felt the slave pick up his dick. No painkillers? Suddenly a searing burning pain shot through his body, his dick felt like it was on fire. Danny's tortured screams would have woken the dead if it weren't for the gag. This pain was unrelenting and was quickly followed by new sharp pains in his nipples. Danny was losing his mind, tears were in his eyes and the sweat was running off his newly shaved head down his face.

Danny settled and blinked out the last of his tears. The mirror was still in front of him and he saw what they had done to him. Three large thick rings were now attached to his body, the one in his dick was so thick he wondered if he'd ever be able to piss again. Danny closed his eyes. I'm not me any more. I'm just a possession. A plaything for that mad bastard.

"Okay punkboy, it's getting late. I'm going in a moment but there's one last thing I need to do before I leave you for the night." he turned to one of the slaves, "put the head brace on him, I want you to show him to his new home after I'm finished."

Finished doing what? What the fuck's a headbrace? Danny didn't think he could take any more, his head was spinning. A slave appeared in front of him with something that looked hardcore. Danny freaked and screamed for his life. This headbrace thing was the stuff of nightmares and there were many parts to it. There was a tall leather posture collar that had a metal band around it. Once the collar has been locked in to place the band could be tightened further with a screw at the front for an extra restrictive fit around the neck. There was a metal nose mold with wide two inch spikes on the inside to block up the nostrils. There was a metal mold for each ear, also with deep penetrating spikes designed to block out any sound. The ear and
nose molds were held in place by leather straps criss-crossing over the head and the collar was attached to the molds by clamps and metal rods, making any head movement impossible.

The slave set to work securing the headbrace on to Danny. He was shaking with fear. The slave started by locking the posture collar around Danny's neck but did not tighten the metal band, he always left that until last, the victim's shocked reaction at the extra restriction always made him smile. The slave then pushed the nose mold in to position, working the spikes up Danny's nostrils. The spikes went right to the top of his nose and now Danny could only breathe through the hollow cock gag, but only just. The ear molds were next, as they were forced in to Danny's ears all sound was eliminated except for the sound of his own breathing. The slave quickly tightened all the straps linking the nose and ear molds, forcing them deeper in. Next the slave attached the metal rods between the collar and the ear molds.

Danny tried moving his head but there was no give, it was locked firmly in to position by this fucking headbrace. The slave who had fitted this thing was still standing in front of him, padlocking a chain to a ring in the front of the collar. The slave stared at Danny and smirked. He reached for the screw and gave it a quick full turn. Danny gave a strangled yelp in surprise as the collar tightened, he was now focussing all his energy in to breathing.

"Perfect, now put him in the sling" ordered the man. The slaves undid the straps, lifted Danny from the chair and threw him to the floor. One slave was holding the chain locked to Danny's collar. He pulled on it until Danny followed on his hands and knees, unable to look up and see where he was going because of the collar. The slave stopped Danny once he had got to a dark corner of the room. All four of the slaves grabbed him, threw him in to the sling and secured him in to it with the restraints. Danny's legs were suspended high above him and spread wide apart, exposing his arse. Danny just stared at the ceiling, he didn't have much choice. He had an idea about what was going to happen next and he was terrified, but he was too busy trying to breathe.

The man wasted no time, he pushed a finger straight in to Danny's arse and worked it loose. Fuck, he thought, tight little virgin hole, this was going to be perfect. He took the finger out and pumped up his cock. He couldn't help himself and walked over to Danny's face so he could see what was about to hit him. Danny's eyes widened in horror, the man's dick was ten inches long and two inches wide, he's going to fucking split me in two! The man disappeared from Danny's sight then forced his huge dick in to Danny's arse. Danny groaned and whined, the man began thrusting hard, going deeper and deeper in to Danny's virgin arsehole.

It was getting harder and faster, the man grunting and getting more frenzied, pumping harder. The man started slapping Danny's swollen pierced cock, Danny crying out with every slap. The man stopped and gasped, he pulled his dick out and shot his load all over Danny's chest.

He stepped back in to Danny's field of vision and while he rubbed his cum over Danny's torso he said quietly "I'm going for some sleep now, you get some rest here and I'll be back in the morning to take care of you, you hear me? Ah, of course you don't, that headbrace has taken care of your hearing. Never mind, I can't see you going anywhere before I get back". The man produced a blindfold which he secured over Danny's eyes. He still looked frightened as his eyes were covered over. The man stepped away and left the room, thinking about what he could do with his punkboy toy tomorrow.

After a few minutes Danny realised he was alone. He knew he had a few hours of relative peace but what were these people planning for him tomorrow? Today had been hell, he was a helpless prisoner, trapped and tortured. His birthday drinks, his mates, Jamie, the club night all seemed like a universe away. This was his reality now, he was under total control and he would have to get used to it, he had no choice.