I hold the weight, my mind racing. If I lower it, the hook in my ass will stab into me. If I raise it, even a little, the cage will tighten. I have to keep it perfectly still.
People all around me are staring and talking as my arms begin to shake. I can see a clock on the wall counting down. It's only been five minutes.
"Please, Master," I beg, seeing him stare at me, "Please let me out of this..."
He simply looks at the ground, then goes to the bar for a drink.
Tears spring to my eyes as I lower the weight a little. I feel the pain in my ass, and I let out a small groan. Some of the masters laugh, and I feel a small trickle of blood down the back of my legs.
I try to raise it back to where it was, and I feel the cage around my c**k tighten.
"Look at how tight that is now," one maste
