The Improv Guy

Author: ianlt
Title: The Improv Guy
Date: 06 November 2014

Ready to head out the stage door, I chugged down the last of the beer in the bottle, and tossed it aside as I was thinking how the performance went.
“The improv was pretty good; the jokes went over well, getting inspired by who was in the audience. Most everybody laughed at most everything. Well, except for those 2 leather guys. They really scowled when I made that joke about macho shaved headed muscle studs, clad in leather who lisp, while walking their tutu costumed Miniature Pug on a long leash while they chat about the thread counts on Egyptian cotton sheets. But, what the hell, you can’t please everyone and most of the crowd howled in laughter at that punch line “Ohhh they are soo tough”. So all in all, close to a triumph. Maybe I will get a paid gig from tonight”

I pushed open the door and stepped out into the alley, reeking of stale beer, garbage, and probably vomit. It was a rather seedy part of town. You had to watch your step to not step in a puddle of who knows what, or step on a drugged out or drunken body. That was the price of leaving through the stage door in this neighborhood.

So I wasn’t prepared when a huge muscled arm wrapped itself around my neck, choking me, holding me tight against a massive chest. A hand grabbed a fistful of my sort of lanky hair and pulled my head back. I reached up but even with both arms, I couldn’t pull that arm off my neck. “Well boy, we will soon see who is ‘soo tough’ now.”
“But, it was a comedy routine, it didn’t mean anything” I tried to say, choked and wheezing. I nearly shit in my pants but I did piss down my leg
“Shut the fuck up” he said, “You have had your say, we aren’t interested in hearing any more from you tonight. Think of me as Sir 1 from now on, and this is Sir 2”
A fist was driven into my gut. I would have doubled over but I was held upright with my head pulled back. A wet cloth was stuffed in my gasping mouth and then duct tape was taped over my mouth. Some sort of elastic wrap was wrapped several times around my head. More of that was wrapped under my chin and my more of that was wrapped over my eyes and around my head, so I guess only the hank of hair held by Sir 1 and the tip of my nose snorting restricted air was left uncovered. Sir 1 held my head, and Sir 2 did the wrapping.
The voice which was Sir 2 said, “After all that talking tonight, your throat must be dry so I pissed in my jock before I stuffed it in your mouth.”
Sir 2 put a cuff around one of my wrists and pried it off Sir 1’s forearm. He pulled it to behind my back and Sir 1 let go of my head and held it in place while Sir 2 pulled my other arm behind me and cuffed my wrists together. They forced me to the ground, the filthy wet alley. Sir 1 placed his booted foot on my back while Sir 2 quickly roped my ankles together, finally pulling them up into tight hogtie tied to my handcuffs.
“Go get the truck” Sir 1 said, “I’ll watch him, not that he can go anywhere”


I was lying in the alley; Sir 1 had moved his boot up to the side of my face and held my head to the asphalt. Just my luck to have my head land in a puddle. I thought I was going to drown. Then I was shoved over onto my back, the steel cuffs digging into my wrists and back.
“Sir 2 pissed already, but I drank a lot of beer tonight. Pissing, isn’t that what alleys are for?”
A warm strong stream hit my head, further soaking the elastic wrap even flowing into my nose, my only source of air. “So this is what water boarding is” part of my brain thought while choked and coughing.
“Are you still ‘soo tough’ little boy?” was his sarcastic comment when he was finally done. And that part of my brain that was not in panic mode and still processing thought, “He is exactly mimicking my Leatherman punch line”
I lay there, shoved back over on my belly, back into the puddle, boot back on the side of my face. How could I tell them? “Guys I’m gay too. It was just a joke, noticing you out there, it gave me an idea, and it is part of Improv to use the audience as material. God, I even have a profile on one of the leather kink sites”
Part of me was scared shitless, and yet, to be honest, I’d always wanted to explore the SM world, I mean it excited me in principle yet I always thought it was a bunch of posers in leather drag. Maybe that was why I made that joke. So part of me was also excited and horney aroused. And maybe being scared shitless was part of being aroused, but my cock was pushing at my jeans.
I heard a truck come down the alley and stop, the door slam and boots approached.
“Let’s get him in the truck bed”
I was lifted up and dumped onto the truck bed floor. I guess those straps you use to tie down cargo were put around my elbows and knees and pulled to the sides of the truck and tightened. I wasn’t going to slide around, that was certain, but pulling the elbows and knees apart really increased the tightness of the hogtie.
I felt a tarp being thrown over my body, the tailgate slammed, the doors slammed, and we drove off.
One advantage of being so immobilized is that I didn’t slam around the truck too much as it went around corners or over potholes. It seemed forever, but probably wasn’t. The truck slowed, I heard a garage door open, the truck reversed and we must have backed into a garage.
The tarp was removed, the straps around my elbows and knees released, I was hauled across the truck bed, then lifted and carried through space and dumped onto what felt like a rubberized padded floor.
The rope between my ankles and handcuffs was released. That was an amazing sense of relief. I wanted to roll onto my side and curl up. My feet were untied. Were they done? Had they made their point? I would have been so relived, yet also would have been disappointed, well my cock certainly would have been disappointed
Instead I heard a chain rattle sound and then my hands were each forced into a small bag or mitt that must have had a wide wrist strap which was buckled on. I I heard the click of several padlocks, then the handcuffs were removed. My hands were still fastened behind my back, so the mitts must have been padlocked closed and then together. I felt a belt being wrapped around my arms just above my elbows. The chain sound began and I felt my wrists being raised. The only way to relieve the pressure was to bend over more, as my arms were relentlessly raised. My arms must have been pointing straight to the ceiling and my head was nearly touching my knees. Thank God for yoga and stretching, but still it was painful and hard to breathe.
“”Your clothes got a little wet, so let’s get you out of them” One foot was pulled up and I nearly fell, wrenching my arms more than I thought possible. My shoe was pulled, off, I was more prepared with the other shoe, and then they pulled my pants down, and pulled off, each time knocking me off balance. I like going commando style so my erect cock was now sticking straight out.
“Hmm, what have we here?” Sir 1 asked, “He likes this. Wonder how long he will?” I felt a knife slicing my shirt and it was pulled off. “Nice tribal tattoo by the way there boy” he added referring to the shoulder piece I had just gotten finished.
The elastic wrap was removed from around my head; there was an amazing lot of it. Even with my mouth taped shut and a pissed on jock in my mouth, it was sure a lot easier to breathe with all that off my head.
With a fist of hair in his hand, Sir 1 yanked my head up. “Well boy, tonight we are going to see just how “soo tough” you are to ridicule a man like me. Somehow, I doubt that you are that tough, so we are going to help you. Tonight we are going to toughen you up.”
I tried to protest, shaking my head grunting, how could I tell them?
“As I said earlier this evening, I have already heard all I want to hear out of you tonight. This tape on your mouth just isn’t going to be enough for the ‘soo tough’ training I’ve got planned for you. I’m going to wrap your head in duct tape. Usually we use a plastic wrap under it, but since you are ‘soo tough’ I’m just going to apply it.”
He placed a strip on the back of my neck and pressed it down. Then he yanked the tape off. Searing burning pain screamed though me. I staggered, panted, cried.
“Well boy that was just one piece, imagine it on your whole head. Since I really don’t think you are ‘soo tough’, you have a choice, keep that beautiful head of hair, except the hair that the tape pulls off, or we can shave it off”
He laid a strip of tape back across my neck and ripped it again.
“Shall we shave your head boy?” he asked almost kindly.
I nodded my head yes.
“That is what I thought. Sir 2 is really good at it, he does mine too”
“He has his head tucked between his legs” Sir 2 said. “Let’s lower his arms a bit and put that noose around his neck.”
“Great idea.”
My arms were lowered to a position which would have been painful except that it had been so much worse. Maybe they were 45 deg off perpendicular to the ceiling. I ought to be able to handle this I thought, but then I felt a rope noose placed around my neck, and pulled, I lifted my head to take the pressure off my neck, which, of course, as intended increased the pressure on my arms.
“Thought we would give you a choice, either strangle from the noose or dislocate your shoulders” Sir 1 said.
Sir2 stood in front of me and explained that he was going to run clippers over my head all the way down to a zero cut, and then lather it up and shave me. “Any questions?” he asked.
As if I could answer him. He chuckled and hung a towel off my cock. “Kind of handy you being so aroused like that”
Sir 1 responded, “Damm, he is going to make Alpha Boy’s work too easy for him tonight”
“Alpha Boy? Who is Alpha Boy?” I looked around as best I could while Sir 2 was starting to run the clippers over my head. I loved my shaggy head of hair, but avoiding the pain that the duct tape would have caused was well worth losing it, it will grow back fast. I noted the room, it was a tall grey walled square covered with mirrors reflecting everything back at us, with a rubber matted floor. There were more black leather gear and steel items along one wall than one would find in any of the kink stores in the gay ghetto.
And leaning against one of the walls was a guy a bit older than me, shaggy blonde hair brushing across his eyes, down to the nape of his neck. He had a lithe lean defined body, exactly the guy I would cruise at the club. Our eyes met, and he smiled.
“Ah, you have seen him” Sir 1 said to me. “Meet Alpha Boy, but you can call him Alpha. Oh right, you can’t talk tonight, ah, you can’t even shake hands. But you will get to know him pretty well tonight”
“Get your clothes off too Alpha” said Master 2.
By now, I had a zero cut buzzed head. “Cute” said Master 2, as he rubbed my head. It was almost affectionate and I could almost respond to the affection.
As I felt the cool lather on my head, Alpha stripped off his clothes. He pulled off his racing leather black jacket, then his very loose tank top. He did this almost as a strip tease, his eyes fixed on mine, smiling and watching me watch him.
He dropped his baggy cargo shorts after kicking off his sandals. Where his flesh cock would have been, there was a polished steel cage.
“Show him what you have on” Sir 1 said. Alpha approached my face. From close up, I saw a thick polished steel cock with his glans sticking proudly out. The steel cock was bolted to a steel belt around his waist. His balls were trapped each one into a small steel cage, pulled down and apart. He turned around I could see a steel cable between his legs attached to the back of the waist belt.
“Don’t be modest, show him all of it” Sir 2 said as he was shaving my head.
“Yes Sir” said Alpha, as he bent over and pulled his ass apart. I could see the end of a steel butt plug attached to the cable.
“Don’t forget this” said Sir 1 as he handed Alpha some polished steel. He approached me and I could see that there was a steel cap that he then screwed onto the end of the tube encasing his cock. Then there was what looked like a thick curved needle, which he inserted through a small hole in the steel cap, wincing slightly as it sounded down his urethra, and which he finally screwed in place”
“The best chastity device ever created” said Sir 1
“May I touch him, Sir?” asked Alpha.
“”Yeah, but stay away from his cock” said Sir 1
As Alpha ran his body over my head, what an amazing feeling that was, I was stunned by how desirable he was, and actually how much he looked like me. Lean, lithe, a bit more muscular, not quite as tall, blonde hair as compared to what used to be my brown hair. We had similar tattoos, tribal, but his were around both of his big biceps. Both our ears had gold rings, but he had gold rings in both of his nips too. He gently stroked my back. “Maybe this will turn out alright after all” I was hoping.

“Well boys, we are now just about ready to start the night’s entertainment” said Sir 1 as he lowered my arms and raised the noose around my neck until I was standing up.
“Start? what does that mean. I’ve nearly been killed already, I’ve already been fully humiliated and beaten up, what does he mean ‘start’?”
I could look around. There I was standing in the room, a bit hunched over, shining bald head, actually didn’t look too bad, black tape over my mouth. This gorgeous guy Alpha totally nude smiling at my, absently fondling his steel chastity device, and two huge muscular guys aviator glasses on, clad totally in gleaming perfectly polished black leather, caps, shirts ties, Langlitz jackets, breeches, and knee high boots with thick soles. Of course my cock, was now as big as it gets, and standing past horizontal.
“OK Alpha” you liked touching the boy, tape up his head. He will be wanting to scream really soon, and we have already heard him make plenty of offensive loud noise tonight, so make it tight, use the whole roll. Just don’t cover his eyes; I want him to see the whole thing”
And Alpha approached with a roll of black 2” duct tape, the first foot of the roll opened up in his hands. He smiled, eyes twinkling, and abruptly jammed it over my mouth. Then he did as instructed. He wrapped multiple layers around my head, over my mouth, my neck, and nose. He wrapped layers under my chin and over the top of my head. Soon, my entire head was covered, two small holes around my eyes, and somehow, even though it felt like my nose was totally covered, I could still get some air in and out of my nose.
“Excellent, Excellent, that ought to keep the screaming down.” said Sir 1.
“OK, let’s spread eagle him now” My arms were finally lowered, and as soon as the padlock holding them together was released, they were immediately attached to chains, and pulled widely apart and overhead. I nearly had to stand on my toes.
Then I felt some thick leather cuffs being attached to each ankle. When I looked at the mirror, there was a Sir on each side padlocking the leather cuff to chains between my ankles. The chain must have been about 3’ long. Then they attached another chain to the outside of the leather ankle cuff, and once again I heard the chains rattle, and felt my legs being pulled widely apart. As my legs were spread, the pull on my arms increased. When the sounds stopped, I saw in the opposite mirror that I was tightly stretched, half on my toes, my body nearly rigid. My cock was standing tall. What kind of sick guy would look at himself in a mirror the way he was tied, and think, “I look really good”
Now, little boy, now we are ready. Let’s now see if you are ‘soo tough’ after all” once again perfectly mimicking my punch line from a life time ago.
“I think I’m screwed” I thought.


“So,” said Sir1, “How many assholes were there tonight?”
“One really big one, and we are looking at him.” Sir 2 responded.
“Yes, a really big asshole, so he deserves Big Bert up his ass”
Sir 2 went to a shelf and pulled out one of the largest black dildos I had ever seen. “Too bad this is as big as we have” as he held it in front of my face.
God, it was the largest I had ever seen, it was really a good thing that I had been fucked before, otherwise, I would have died, as it was, it would no doubt rip me to shreds.
“See, it has a ring at the base, so we can tie it in once it is inside you, you won’t be pushing this out”
“OK Alpha Boy, now is the time for you to work. Put on your knee pads, and cuff your wrists behind your back”
And after doing this, never breaking our eye contact, this beautiful man knelt down in front of me and put my cock in his mouth.
I presume it was Sir 2 who then slathered cool lube in my ass and gently and relentlessly pushed.
“We are being easy on you and using a smaller plug first”
So over the next minutes, my cock was being sucked, my ass was being stretched, and once again I had this sliver of hope that I could survive.
“Ok ‘soo tough’ boy, here is Big Bert”, and I felt something huge invade me, even with all the stretching it hurt and throbbed” I would have buckled over, I would have screamed, but I was held upright, and I had to slow my breathing so the air could flow in and out my restricted nose. All the while, a gently suck on my cock, retained a touch of pleasure and hence my sanity.
A cord was threaded through the dildo’s ring and with a final gut wrenching tug it was tied into place by the cord around my waist and through my crotch. The three of them came around in front of me, two geared men, arms crossed, and a nude boy smiling into my eyes, admiring their work

“So the next question, is how many geared leathermen did this asshole insult tonight?” asked Sir 1.
“Two” replied Sir 2, “and he just happens to have 2 nips”
“Ah, very good point. I think he need some weighted nipple rings to insult his nips? Let me show you ‘soo tough’ boy”
Sir 2 pulled off the shelf some small polished steel weights with a small chain and clip, He attached them to each of Alpha’s nipple rings. A flicker of pain and a wince on Alpha’s face accompanied that action.
“You have had your ears pierced, so this ought to be easy for a ‘soo tough’ guy like you. Sir 2 has done this many times, strictly sterile technique, so if you don’t rip them out, there ought to not be any risk of infection”
And then Sir 2 swabbed my chest with iodine, alcohol, and iodine again. He had removed his black leather gloves and put on sterile gloves and pulled over a table covered with paper and some utensils.
“First, I’m going to drive this needle through, then will thread the ring through the needle. Alpha, get back to work, and when I say hold your breathe, do what I say”
Even with the distraction on my cock, the searing pain and pressure was intense, and that was only one nip, he was going to do the other one too. Even with my moaning, shaking, and crying (how can one cry with his mouth sealed shut?) Sir 2 kept working, and I felt the tugging and pressure as he threaded the ring through.
“Now the other side” and the experience repeated itself. It was both easier, since I was braced for it, and worse since I knew what it would feel like.
Satisfied, he said to me, “now I am going to close the rings with this ball, they look great”
He stood back and I could see what looked like a bronzed chest from the iodine, with two almost thick chrome rings with a steel ball at the bottom. I looked good. You know, I had toyed with the idea of getting my nips pierced, now I didn’t have to make that decision.
Then Sir 1 approached and clipped a small chain with a weight on the end onto my new rings and then he dropped them. “Aaaaaaaa” panting, and the dildo deep in my gut shifted my guts is a deep aching pain.
Again the three stood before me as I came back to the present from the internalization of my pain, Alpha still smiling, standing between these two black leathered massive Gods.

“So Alpha Boy,” said Sir 1, “if there is one asshole in this room, how many real true men are in this room?”
“There are three Sir,” he replied. “I am your boy, but I am also a man who deserves respect.”
“Exactly” said Sir 1, “And this asshole ridiculed you tonight, even if you were not there. He thought he was electrifying the audience with his clever humor, but, instead he was ridiculing the three of us”
I frantically shook my head, “No, no” but of course it was ignored.
“I’m thinking, in recognition of his attempts at electrifying his audience at our expense, he ought to be electrified himself”
“Excellent idea” replied Sir 2. He needs three sites electrified for the three of us, what about the butt plug he already has, and his cock and balls, and his new nipple rings?”
“Brilliant, wire him up.”
Sir 2 brought out a small drawer and showed me what was in it. First he showed my the electro box and where each wire would go, as well as the dials that changed the intensity, frequency, patterns, and interval. Then he showed me a device that would go in my piss slit and attach to my glans. He showed me a small cock ring, and small clips to attach to the nipple rings. Alpha showed me the wires and leads, and they began to attach them. It was weird to have a steel tube pushed into my urethra, but that was exactly what Alpha had in his cock
“You are ‘soo tough’ boy, I wonder when you will begin screaming, as if you can really scream, when I turn the dial up in intensity. It can go up to 100, wonder where you will be on this dial when you lose your mind?”
I had no idea what electro was or felt like, but was already terrified by his threats. I grunted and shook my head, atttempting to plead, but that did no good at all. Then I stood there and waited.
Sir 2 stood in front of me and had the box turned toward me so I could see the digital numbers.
“I’m going to set this on regular steady pulse and let you feel each site. Ass first”
He turned the dial, up to 20, I didn’t feel anything, then around 25 I felt a faint buzzing, around 30 I could feel my ass muscles contracting. Actually, it felt good. It was like being fucked. But around 40 the sensation changed more into pain, and by 50 the pain shot down my legs, causing my thigh muscles to jerk. At 55, I was grunting and struggling.
“OK, 60 for the ass, now what about the cock. We will start back at zero”
It didn’t take long for me to feel the sensation, it was never pleasant, but tolerable, But by 35, it really began to hurt, My cock felt like a nail was being driven through it. By 40, I was shaking my body as much as I could to try to throw the thing off my cock. That only drove the nipple rings into torment as the weights swung, and my gut was pained by the movement of the dildo in my gut”
“Looks like 45 will do it there, what about the nips?”
Again, he started at zero, my nipples already were in pain, and by 30 I was screaming as well as anyone who had no access to air could possibly scream, bucking against the chins. I love nipple play, even rough nipple play, so even while I was in total agony, I discovered that Alpha was sucking my cock again, and I was once again fully hard.
“Final conclusion, 60 for the ass, 45 for the nips, and a puny 35 for the nips” I was conscious enough to realize that each number was 5 points higher that what was more than I had had not been able to tolerate.
“Let’s put this at random for a half hour and get some beer” said Sir 1. “I probably shouldn’t tell you what to expect, but the box will cycle between the ass, the cock, and the nips. The intensity and frequency and the duration of each cycle will vary. The pattern is totally random, but the maximum intensity are the levels we chose for you, and it is set to reach those levels frequently.
We are going to leave you to your experience now. I’ll dim the lights so you can see the numbers and the pulse rate, but being a celebrity as you are, oh ‘so tough’ boy, you will want to watch yourself squirm in the mirrors”
He pushed some controls on the dial, they filed out of the room, and the lights dimmed. I could see the bright red dial and pulse and see my stretched torso in the mirror.



“Hey there, wake up, come on, you can do it”
Gradually, those were words that I heard interspersed with this beautiful feeling on my cock. They must have been repeated multiple times before I knew what was being said. And where I was and what had happened slowly re-entered my consciousness.
I was lying down now, my legs still widely spread apart, my hands still in fist mitts, and I could feel the huge dildo pushed high up my ass. My head was still covered with tape, and my nips still ached from the new weighted rings I had. As the pleasure in my cock brought me awake, I remembered that the electro play was at first frustrating, a mix of pain and pleasure, and waiting for what happened next. I never knew which body part would be hit, and what speed, what intensity, what pattern would occur. There was no way to brace myself or be prepared. At first, I braced myself as best I could, but it was never enough, especially when the digital readout approached the max level set beyond what I had tolerated. After a while I could no longer brace myself, and eventually I retreated deeper and deeper into myself, into a primitive brain response below and conscious thought. The only thing that I was even slightly aware of was the pain and occasional pleasure. Then I couldn’t even feel that.
I raised my head slightly and the cock sucking stopped. A face approached mine, and it was Alpha.
“Ah good, you are awake” he said. He scooted over and sat behind me pulling my head into his lap. He gently massaged my tapped over head and my shoulders.
“You really are ‘so tough’ you know. The Sirs were really impressed you lasted so long. I sure couldn’t have done that for as long at the beginning of my time here”
The way he said “so tough” was one of admiration rather than the sarcasm I had heard in that phrase all night. I sighed, nearly purred. I think I had read that heavy SM play caused an endorphin rush of pleasure, and even if I still ached all over, and was still restrained, I was in pleasure.”
“I put an IV in you, gave you a couple liters of fluid. Being an ER Doc like I am comes in useful at times,” he laughed. “I guess you might hope that you are done with your tests tonight, but, you aren’t, so besides the IV, I’m going to cut a small hole in the duct tape over your mouth, insert this funnel, and pour down 2 triple espressos. That ought to give you some extra energy to finish up this night”
I would have screamed, groaned, protested, despaired, except there was this beautiful man with my head in his lap, touching me and praising me. Maybe there really is a God in Heaven looking out over a painful world?
He poured in the bitter tasting coffee, and in a few moments my energy was flying. He removed the IV, and placed several layers of tape tightly around my head, covering the opening he had made over my mouth. He kissed that tape over my lips, kissed my nips and cock.
“Hang in there, time for the next act”


He left my sight and I head the chains and felt my arms being stretched out above my head. I was now tightly spread eagled on the floor. I sensed the door being opened again, and lifted my head, to see the two Sirs enter the room.
“Pretty good work there boy.” Said Sir 1. “Of course if you really were ‘so tough’ Alpha wouldn’t have had to beg to rescue you. As his punishment for that begging he will be required to inflict part of the upcoming pain on you, Right boy?”
“Yes Sir” said Alpha.
“OK, so the next question is, how many people did this ‘so tough’ boy have the possibility of insulting tonight?” asked Sir 1
“I think he blathered for about 20 minutes, so probably 20 people, one per minute” said Sir 2.
“And there are three of us here, so 20 times 3 equals 60. But he was offensive enough to justify doubling it. Ever had clothespins ‘so tough’ boy?”
Clothespins? God no. I had seen it once and tried it on myself putting one on my nip which wasn’t too bad, but also one on my cock and it stung, burned, and hurt like Hell. But 120? My heart was racing and I was puffing breath in and out of my nose as fast as I could, was it fear, or was it the caffeine?
Sir 1 said “Here are 60 for his cock and balls, 10 for each of his nips and the rest for any where you feel so inclined, say his abdomen, legs, arms!”
Alpha looked into my eyes. He had a smile, but there was a touch of sadism in that smile. He placed a clothespin on the tip of my nip, and laughed when I winced. He then, while holding my eyes with his, applied the rest around each nip, It was sore, but not horrible.
Then Sir 2, started with the 60 on my cock and balls. I was semi hard so he had plenty of room, and this was truly horrible. Just as I had remembered it had felt, just 60 fold, getting them on meant bumping against ones that were already in place, and each time they were jostled they burned. Alpha adjusted a mirror on the ceiling so I could see what looked like a porcupine where my cock and balls were, the extra pins went in my groin, and behind my balls.
Then Sir 1 applied the final ones along my chest and abdomen upper legs and arms. That wasn’t nearly as painful as the cock, but still agony in total.
Then Sir 1 said, “It would be a shame if the pins fell off before they ought to. I guess we will have to cover them with wax to help keep them on. Where are those candles?”
So six large candles were lit, and with each of them holding a candle in each arm, they started dripping and pouring wax over the my torso. Again, the wax hurt, but in a pleasure sort of way on my nips, and it was manageable on my chest and abdomen, but it was excruciating on my cock and balls. I had to wonder if Alpha did me any favors by waking me up wired with the caffeine. Looking at the sadism in his smile as he watched me, I think perhaps that was his intent.
But as the layers increased the sensations lessened, as the wax hardened on the previously laid down wax and not on the skin. It actually fixed the pins so I think even the pain from them lessened.
“Perfect” said Sir 1. “He is perfectly dressed, pretty close to being tarred and feathered, which is less than he deserves. Stand him up now.”
I guess I had been lying on a board the whole time, the chains on my arms were rechained to the ceiling winches and as they raised the board my arms were winched back over my head in a spread eagled position, if anything tighter than the first time.

“How many people were in the audience tonight? How many people heard insults and aspersions against our character tonight? How many people have a new stereotype of leathermen as a result of what he said?” asked Sir 1
“It was a decent crowd, perhaps 75 people?” replied Sir 2
“That sound reasonable, so 75 strokes of the flogger on his back, but of course, how many of those people will share the supposed jokes to other people, who knows how many will have been influenced by his comments?”
How could I convince these men, that I was making jokes, following the basic rules of Improv, there is never anything personal, you just work with the rules you have. I kept shaking my head and grunting. But grunting can’t be understood.
“There is no way to know” said Sir2, but what do you say we just keep flogging his chest until all the wax and clothespins are off.”
“Excellent choice, but he is already making too much noise, get the gas mask with the bottle breather breath control”
Alpha brought over a gas mask which he placed over the duct tape on my head. He tightened the straps. He showed me a long tube which ended up at the top of a gallon bottle filled with fluid. He told me that the fluid was their piss and. He explained that when I would take a breath, I would pull air into the bottom of the bottle through a small tube which would bubble through the piss into the gas mask air tube. If I didn’t take a slow deep breath, then fresh air wouldn’t get through the piss. Then, looking me straight in the eyes, with a very sadistic grin on his face, he said it would be very hard to remember to breath slowly and deeply when getting flogged. He kissed the lenses over each eye, and then screwed the tube onto the gas mask port. Immediately I knew that I would have to concentrate on my breathing to get fresh air, well, as fresh as one gets after it has percolated through a gallon of piss.
“All right Alpha,” said Sir 1, “Count out the strokes. Because he may not be ‘so tough” after all, I’ll do it in increments of 10”
“One” said Alpha as the first thud hit my back.
“OK”, I thought, “I can do this” as Alpha counted to 10 and Sir 1 stopped. That wasn’t so bad.”
“That was a good warm up, now we will start with the proper count, but turn the electro back on”
“Start, a warm up”, the electro back on? God No! Breath, think, concentrate!”
The electro hit again, in the same random pattern, making me unable to brace for each jolt, but at least when the flogging started up with a slow steady count, that I could brace for. Perhaps it was a good thing to have so much painful stimuli, my brain could only absorb so much.
It was actually a gift that he stopped every 10 strokes, I think if he had gone to 11 strokes I would have totally lost it, panicked, unable to get new air, panting shallowly. Alpha stopped the electo at the same time, and he would rub his hands over my burning hot back, and he would run his wet tongue also, cooling me. Each time though I could tell the heft of the flogging would get stronger.”
At stroke number 60, which was really 70 according to my sense of justice, Sir 1 said to Sir 2” Here, do the final 15, don’t hold back, lay your whole strength into it.”
Alpha shouted out “61” and the flogger would have knocked me over if I hadn’t been strung up, the sting and burn was intense. The pace of the strokes was slower but there was no question that the intensity was so much greater. The bottle was making bubbling noises almost nonstop, I’m not sure that I even felt the electro anymore
“75” shouted Alpha, and I sagged into my stretched out muscles as the flogging stopped and the electro was turned off.
“That may have seemed too tough boy” said Sir 1, “but I think you will find the front side will make what you just went through feel like a massage.
“You seem to have bonded well with Alpha. I’ve seen how you look and lust at him. So he gets the privilege of doing the front, you can watch him all you want, We are going to bed”
As they left the room, Alpha came up to me and looked into my eyes, he lightly brushed the skin of my back. In spite of all the pain I sighed in bliss to be touched by this man.
Alpha then spoke. “Hey man” he said. “I really want you. I’m claiming you for myself from now on. I’m going to make you life so beautiful.” He paused, then continued, “But I also love really hurting you. You will be bound to me in pain as well as love. Sir 1 was correct, the front side will be agony. I will not hold back my strokes, and will not stop until all the wax is gone. I will help you along the way though”
Once again he kissed the lenses over both of my eyes, and stepped back with the flogger. He cocked his arm back like a major league baseball pitcher, and slammed the flogger against the end of my cock. My cock had never gone soft, in spite of all the pain, and with the wax, it was covered with pins, including all over the glans and around the cock slit. Pins and wax went flying, and I screamed. I would have pulled the ceiling down on me if I could, I could have torn every muscle in my arms.
But the cock tip was free of pins and wax. Alpha pulled out the electro wand that had been down my urethra. He kissed my cock and bathed it with his tongue until my muscles quit shaking and I caught up with my breathing.
“That was step one” he said. “We still have to do the whole cock, and then the balls. There is no point in being gentle, it would take longer, plus I have no interest in being gentle to you right now”
He stepped back and slammed the flogger against my cock. That actually might have hurt worse since there was no wax protection on my cock tip. More pins and wax went flying and again, I screamed and shook. Alpha repeated his mouth administrations to my cock until I calmed down.
“I’ll point out, that as much as you might think this is agony and I’m killing you, you are still as hard as a rock” he said with a final lick.
“My personal view is that the pins and wax on your balls will hurt more, but everyone has a different opinion on that”
And when he repeatedly slammed the flogger into the porcupine that was my ball sack, I would have agreed that it was utterly indescribably agony. I was dripping with sweat. My muscles were shaking, I was getting hypoxic with the shallow small panting.
And again and again Alpha would kneel down and calm me down and flood me with desire and horneyness as he kissed, licked and sucked my cock.
“With your new tit rings, getting the pins and wax off will be a challenge” said Alpha. He changed floggers to a smaller one, and he stood closer, with a rapid flicking motion of small light touches he knocked off the wax and pins closest to my new nip rings. As he moved further away in a circular fashion, alternating sides, so one side could recover somewhat before the next onslaught, he increased the intensity of the flogger, Being smaller, the sensation was far more of a sting. Only when a good swathe of wax and pins were off my chest, and I was heaving, did he stop and, once again, administered his tongue to my cock. Once again, my horneyness grew and I would have been thrusting if there was any leeway in the chains.
He picked up the heaviest flogger in the room, He put his whole weight into the swing of the flogger as it hit my abdomen.
“The rest is coming off now” he said. “I’m so loving hurting you”
And relentlessly he laid into my torso, pins and wax were flying over the room, I screamed, and moaned, and panted as much as the gas mask would allow, losing more and more air. I pulled and writhed in the chains. Each stroke of the flogger was probably no worse than the worst I had had before, but the relentless continuation the strokes was what overwhelmed me.
And then it stopped. Vaguely, I felt the gas mask being removed, I felt the chains being loosened a bit so there was some play in my arms and legs, I felt some straps being placed between my legs and pulled up so some of my weight was taken off my legs. A new hole was cut in the duct tape over my mouth, a straw was placed in the whole and I barely heard Alpha tell me to swallow. I drank, and within a minute I was asleep.

Epilogue

I awoke lying on my side in a bed large comfortable bed. I was nude and clean pure white sheets covered me. I was in a light filled room, bright light flowing in the large windows a gentle breeze shifting the sheer curtains. The first thing I noted was how easy it was to breathe, no restrictions, air easily came in and out of my nose, even my mouth. How we take that for granted.
I turned over to my back, and that movement was actually painful and stiff. I slowly sat up and climbed out of bed. Every muscle and bone in my body ached and protested. I felt like I was 100 years old.
There was an open door into a large marble bathroom. It hurt, it stung to piss, but felt good to have my bladder empty. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I first noted my shaved head, I’d forgotten that, and the large steel nipple rings. They were more obvious with the iodine solution sterilizing the area. My body was covered with streaks of welts and when I looked over my shoulder there were lines of scabs from the flogging. Bending my elbows, leaning over to wash my hands, all that hurt.
I stumbled back into the bed and lay there, thinking about the night. Even in the left over pain, just thinking about what happened got my cock engorged and hard again.
There was a knock on the door, and Alpha entered. He was dressed in Hospital scrubs. He was fresh, scrubbed clean, his tousled golden hair shining. He was carrying a tray.
“Ah, you are awake. I know you hurt all over, so I brought you some meds”
He came over to the bed, and put down the tray with a large glass of a protein sports drink, a water bottle, and a jar of lotion. “Here, take 3 Ibuprofen, and this med will help with your sore pissing”
I swallowed them with some water from the water bottle.
“Now lay down, and I want to put this lotion on your welts.”
So I lay back down, and he pulled back the sheet. My cock was standing straight up. “Well look at that. I hope that is for me” he chuckled.
“God you are so beautiful” I replied, my voice hoarse and cracked, the first words I had ever said to him.
“Glad that you think,” he said. He applied a lotion all over my abused body. His gentle hands felt wonderful. The lotion felt cooling and soothing.
“Now turn over” he said, and I groaned as I moved my aches to lie on my belly. “You did tuck that big cock up, didn’t you” he teased.
“Oh God,” I moaned as he applied the lotion to my back.
“I need to explain what happened last night” he said. “Shut up, just listen.”
“Last night really was not at all about what you said at the Improv. Well it was in part, but it goes way beyond that. You and I have chatted on and off on the local kink website for a while. Remember me? I didn’t have the tattoos in my pic and my head was hooded, that is why you didn’t recognize me. But I had shown the two Sir’s your profile and pics. You kept sounding so eager to play. You wrote how much you could take and how much abuse you wanted.”

I remembered and shamed washed over me. I wanted to apologize in the worst way.
“ Remember that?”
“Shut up and don’t say anything. I hope you are at least somewhat embarrassed and ashamed.” And I was.
“We even set up a couple dates on line to play but you didn’t show up either time. Why did I agree the second time, I’ll never know, maybe because you are so beautiful.”
“I guess you were like so many guys, all talk, really, it was just all wishful thinking, but you never had the courage to step forward and really experience it. You would approach the door and then not knock and enter. What a waste!”
“Then when the two Sirs went to the Improv last night, they recognized you right away. Actually they were pretty irritated by your leather man put down, but not because of what you said. After all what you said is rather true at times, but it was coming from this guy who was such a chicken shit himself, that he really had no right to say anything.”
“So by the time the show was over they hatched the plot, and they gave you the night you had been begging for and were too cowardly to experience.”
“Oh, and they knew that I wanted you in spite of your behavior, so, as they say, the rest is history”

“I did mean what I said last night,” he replied as he so gently massaged my sore muscles and soothed my abused skin.
“I’m claiming you for myself from now on, I really want you, I’m going to make you life so beautiful, even if I am going to really enjoy hurting you”
And I did remember that.
“Take this sleep medicine, and go back to sleep after you drink the protein drink and water. I’m off to a short shift at work, I’ll be back from work soon and we will make our lives absolute beauty.”