The Lock

Chapter One-4

“98!” she whispered as she brought the cat up sharply between his legs. He bucked like a wild stallion as the whip found its mark.

“99!” The whip violently caressed his swelling testicles again. She brought the nine leather tails up harder than before, brutally battering his balls.

Silently he waited for the grand finale. He knew what was coming. With a big roundhouse swing, she delivered the final blow. He snorted, howled, and shook against the leather shackles, nearly passing out.

I couldn’t believe the pain he had endured. As he limply hung there, she ran her hand over his brutally damaged flesh. Thin rivulets of blood trickled down the backs of his legs. Finally, she reached down, removed his gag and unbuckled the straps that held him. He slumped back off the horse and onto his knees. I could see the red marks and swelling on his savagely tormented c**k and testicles. His pecker was just like mine – rock hard and ready.

“You can jerk off now, asshole.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” he mumbled hoarsely.

He grabbed hold of his pain-craving pecker and started to jack off. With just six simple strokes of his tightly closed hand, he blew an enormous load. A half dozen times is all it took to satisfy him.

“Alright asshole, your time’s up.”

He weakly crawled over to a nearby stool, reached into his pants pocket and handed his Mistress a wad of crumpled cash. She counted out $500. Five dollars for every time she struck him.

“Remember, no jerking off until you come back next month,” she reminded him.

“Yes Mistress, I promise.”

“I guess I don’t have to worry though. You can’t blow your worthless rocks unless I beat your ass and give you all this pain, can you s**t face?”

“No Mistress.”

“So how many times do you want to be whipped next time scum bag?”

He was silent for a moment before he spoke. “A hundred on my ass and a half dozen on my balls Mistress.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes Mistress. Please whip my ass as hard as you can a hundred times and hit my c**k and balls another six.”

“Six? That’s twice as many as I finished with today. Are you sure?”

“Yes Mistress. Please finish my session with a half dozen brutal ball busters. Do it as hard as you can so it will really hurt. Please.”

“No problem. Next time it’s an extra hundred dollars if you expect to jerk off when I’m done.”

“Yes, my Goddess.”

I guess I’m a little naive, and I realize that this was just a film, but I watched the whip hit his ass in wide screen high definition television. I saw the whip imbed itself in his tender hide. I knew it was real. He could feel the pain she had inflicted. Television wrestling is fate, but this was not. I could tell the difference. I know that there are women out there who take pleasure in dominating the submissive male, but where do I find one like her? As I watched the film, I realized that I really wanted to be dominated and tortured like that.

The first showing of the film ended as I realized that my knees hurt from kneeling on the hard floor for over an hour. Actually, my entire body was reacting to the position I was bound. My ankles were stretched so my toes pointing out directly behind me. They hurt too.

I tried to draw my toes forward, but it brought my heels up and put more strain on my balls. I was what they call being caught between a rock and a hard place.

As the film ended, I realized how uncomfortable I was. My hands were locked tightly behind my back and my balls were stretched clear back to my asshole. God, had I gone too far?

The credits of the film were so boring that it allowed me to realize I was in a tough situation. However, that soon would change.

As the film started again, I was again mesmerized by the fate of the young man stretched over the horse. I mentally switched places with the lucky fellow as he craved the pain of his Mistress’s whip. As his anguish increased so did my desires. I wanted her whip so badly.

My erection had subsided a bit until the film started again, but that quickly changed. The first moan of his ordeal triggered a rumbling in my c**k and balls.

The black clad beauty once again used her crop expertly on his ass as I leaned forward, pulling harder on my tethered testicles. I changed my foot position so my entire weight rested just on my knees and the tips of my toes. I was in pain, and I was in heaven. My c**k twitched as I counted out every one of those magnificent lashes.

The beautiful Mistress knew how to inflict the utmost pain on her poor slave. She also was giving me the ultimate pleasure. I couldn’t take my eyes off the whip and his beautifully battered ass. Over and over the sound of the cane reverberated through my brain like a pair of ten-inch woofers and a thousand watt amp. I was in heaven.

This time I watched his reactions a little more closely as the cane left its burning line of fire across his ass. Every muscle in his body tightened and quivered as the cane crashed cruelly into his flesh. He’d raise his body up on the tips of his toes or try to squat down to avoid the brutal lashes, but nothing worked. There was no way to escape his Mistress’ whip. The beautiful bondage horse held him there perfectly presented for the pain he craved. He’d suck in deep breaths and hold them in anticipation of the next welt-raising touch of her pain-creating instruments. Repeatedly he struggled to escape what he really wanted so badly.

My excitement grew, my heart raced and my balls tingled. I stared in awe knowing what was coming next. I thought I’d explode with a mighty orgasm as the lovely cat came up between his legs again and caressed his totally exposed and unprotected testicles, but I didn’t. I remained right on the very edge of ecstasy.

As the camera moved in for a close up shot, I could see the dark brown tails fall away and the blood red streaks instantly form on his balls as they dropped back down into sight. His legs clamped together as much as his widespread stance would allow. His deep bellowing mumbled moans lingered in my ears, as he yanked and tore at the unyielding bonds. But, there was no escaping the remainder of his ordeal. This is what he wanted and this is want he’d get. There would be no mercy from his Mistress, just another half hour of pain and pleasure.

The whipping continued. Her talented technique triggered his ability to have an orgasm. It was what he needed. His painful suffering would allow him his pleasure.

Finally, with a battered ass and deeply bruised balls, he was allowed to jerk off and blow his load after an extremely long, thirty-day month of waiting. However, it was over so quickly. I wondered if I was beaten like that if I would blow my load in less than fifteen seconds. Was the hour of ungodly pain worth that mere moment in time? I guess for him it was.

Another hour had quickly passed for me. Seeing the damage she had done to his tender hide, I wondered how he would ever get home. There was no way he could possibly sit in his car and drive any length of time. My mind drifted to other thoughts and my rock hard c**k continued to pulsate.

Holy f**k, my knees hurt! I’m so glad that I resisted the urge to cover the floor with hard kernels of rice before I started my little session. Certainly having to kneel for hours on end would have been way too much.

I also questioned how much longer I would be here in my wonderful self-imposed position. I started figuring. The film was an hour and five minutes long, and I started it about six. God! That makes it only a little after eight. My original plan was to set the alarm for ten. I would have watched the intense action of this video for about four times, but I had to get a little more daring. By turning that little knob, I had no idea how long I’d be locked up.

As some of my muscles started to knot up just a little, I started to wonder if anything would go wrong. I hadn’t left myself any other means of escape. If the keys didn’t drop, I’d be totally f****d for two more long, full, agonizing days until my roommates finally returned. The film would just keep playing repeatedly until I was rescued.

Suddenly I came to a new realization. If I didn’t show up at the sorority party Annie would come looking for me. She would find me all chained up and staring at the television. That would certainly be somewhat difficult to explain.

I started to get a little nervous when the movie started again, but that soon faded as the caning of his ass began. I find it interesting that I rarely watch a movie for the second time, yet here I am unable to do anything but stare straight ahead and watch this porn flick repeatedly. So, it’s two down and who knows how many to go.

The beating continued with another full round of a hundred lashes. My pecker started to wilt just a little, and my body started to revolt from the stress I had created. It had been over three hours of self-bondage because I listened to my tiny, little brain. Yet, there was still no escape. There was no turning back. My fate was hanging above me on a tiny, little string.

Half way into the fourth round my c**k was done. There were no more erections. There were just muscle spasms in my legs and back and a set of sore balls stretched back between my legs. I started to struggle, trying to lessen my aches and pains, but nothing seemed to work. Just like the poor guy over the horse, there was no escape for me either.

I tried to concentrate on her whip and the pain she was giving him, but my self-imposed torture made that more difficult as time inched by.

Through it all, I soon realized that I had to piss. I really had to go. Every time I pushed or moved, it became more difficult to hold it back. If the keys didn’t drop very soon, I’d pee right here on my bedroom floor. My body tensed up tight as I tried to hold it.

His Mistress picked up the cat and made the first sadistic s***h across his ass. I tried to focus on his pain but it was really tough. Finally, I had no choice. I just let it go. A steady stream of hot, yellow urine flowed from my softened pecker. The warm liquid coated the inside of my thighs and puddle around my knees and toes.

It seemed like it took a couple of minutes before my bladder was completely empty. The strong acrid smell drifted up and filled my nostrils, but it had diverted my attention away from my tight bondage.

I settled back onto my insteps as she brought the cat up between his legs. He screamed and I stared at his bound body. I struggled as the beating continued but soon realized that there was absolutely no relief in sight. And so, the fourth running of the flick concluded, leaving me less horny and far more uncomfortable.

The beating with the cane was in full swing again when I faintly heard the muted sound of the clock. With the sound of the whip and his loud garbled screams, I wasn’t truly sure, but I think the alarm clock rang. This was truly a dilemma.

I reached back as far as possible looking for any remnants of string that might be hanging down from above. I started to panic. There was no string, and I didn’t know if the keys ever dropped. With the posture collar, there was no way of turning away from the screen. I seemed to have cooked my own goose.