And there I stay, bound, gagged, plugged, catheterized, and hanging from a pole and all because John owed a debt. The only thing that keeping me sane is the belief that God is experienced and I hope that he will not allow anything dangerous to happen to me. My breathing comes easily through the nose tubes and urine continues to pass silently from my bladder to my stomach. Spit dribbles out from around the gag. The butt plug feels comfortable and reminds me of all the abuse that it has suffered. Every part of me is aching -- my limbs are numb and my arse is without tone. My jaws ache from one gag or another and my nose, with its tubes, starts to feel sore. I can no longer feel my balls as a heavy metal ring has been stretching them all night. Even the catheter through my cock to my bladder is starting to irritate. I feel movement and God lowers the pole and removes the straps so that slowly some feeling comes back to my limbs. He slowly removes all my chains and rope bindings and takes out the butt plug, but leaves the catheter, nasal and stomach tubes in place. God commands me to kneel and i do so without question.
I can see that the room is kitted out as some form of dungeon. Crosses, chairs, chains, straps, hoods and whips are everywhere. In one corner a hangman's noose hangs from a scaffold. I also notice expensive camera and video equipment and suspect that last nights activities have been recorded on film. God then pulls a hood over my head and tightens it under my chin. The hood has no eye holes but the mouth is open. He pulls the nasal tubes through the small holes over my nostrils, allowing me to breathe. Without warning he stuffs ball gag in my mouth and secures it around my head. Next I hear chains clanking as my wrists are attached to chains hanging from the ceiling. I hear a ratchet noise as God pulls on the free end of the chain and raises my wrists. Soon I am standing on my toes, then higher still as I swing freely. My ankles are pulled apart and He ties them to rings in the wall. My balls and catheter hang down between my widely separated legs. The pain in my wrists is acute, but soon it becomes only a dull ache as I hang there by my wrists, legs spread apart, hooded, collared and gagged. My bladder is full but I cannot piss since he clamped the tube that drains into my stomach. No amount of squirming around relieves the pain. My legs feel as though they are about to split apart and my arms start to ache. I must have dozed off because I wake with a start as a whip cuts into my back. I asp into my gag as more lashes cut my back and thighs. Counting aloud up to twenty, each lash being more severe than the one before, sweat pours from my body and drips onto the floor.
After twenty lashes I hang limply in my chains and can hear God breathing heavily. He throws ice cold water over me you hang there dripping God undoes the catheter and I groan with relief as piss pours into my stomach. God then lowers me to the floor but I am unable to support myself and I crumple into a heap. He releases my wrist chains but padlocks the cuffs behind my back and leaves me there. How much more of this can I take -- there must be a way out? After and hour or so I find the strength to stand up but, realizing there is no where to run to, especially naked and cuffed, I wonder what other possible ways God can abuse me, and for how much longer.
God returns and makes me drink two large glasses of a protein drink, which tastes good, but I also start to feel drowsy again. Fuck! I am woken by the thud of booted feet coming down the staircase and find myself spread eagled on the St Andrew's cross. The am released, but my feet and knees are tied together and my arms are tied to my chest. God produces a noose and places it firmly around my neck and cinches it tight and I relieve the pressure on my neck by standing on tip toe but eventually I take the pressure around my neck. Amyl is produced and held to my nose and as my head starts to swim I feel the rope tighten, and tighten and I start to lose consciousness - the last thing that I remember is my feet leaving the ground as I jerk upwards. The next thing I know I am lying on the ground with the noose loosened and the gag out, but am still bound and cuffed.
I have no idea how long I was out. Once again, I wake up to silence in the room, fixed to the St Andrew's cross, gagged and with a neck collar anchoring me to the cross, and my feet are fixed on to foot rests.. There are straps around my legs and three straps across my chest and stomach, so that I am unable to move. My arse feels empty, although judging by the amount of wind that I am passing I must have been fucked by several men while unconscious. I hung there through a long night (or at least I thought that it was night) regularly woken by pain in my cock, and balls, and in my arse as my muscles relaxed. My arms were numb and I had no feeling in my fingers.
God wheeled over a trolley and unwrapped a set of surgical instruments and needles, plus what i thought was a dermal punch. I cried into my gag, guessing what was to come, and sweat started to run down my arms and legs. My mind was working overtime wondering what he had in mind.
My nipples were each cleaned with a sterile wipe and after I was shown large needles, one was through each nipple. As I learned later, the holes made were not the small ones that you get done in a studio: these were huge holes and extra large rings were painfully inserted - it was some time before the searing pain subsided. God's then used pliers to insert balls into the open rings. "When these are healed we will stretch them us and then permanently close the rings". I could do nothing but think about what size he wanted the rings to be.
I could then feel the catheter being removed from my urethra. Fuck did it sting and I had an involuntary need to piss -- which I did all down my legs. The pain. My cock was then washed and God took hold of it, opening up my piss slit at the same time. Another even large needle was held p for me to see - Ihad not seen such large needles before and groaned into my gag. I took several deep breaths as the assistance thrust the needle through my piss hole and out the back of my cock: I had never known such pain but he worked on, regardless of my groans and screams inside the gag, and pushed a huge PA ring in through the head of my cock. I had forgotten altogether about the pain in my nipples; the dull throbbing in my cock commanded all my attention. My head was released enough for him to work on my ears and with a dermal punch he made an 8mm hole in each lobe and inserted an open ring. "That will do for now".
A clamp was put on the bridge of my nose and a needle pushed through - I could make out the sheaf as he removed the needle and inserted a bar. A ball was tightened at each end and then a hole was punched in my septum and a large ring inserted. Blood trickled into my mouth and I could feel the septum ring sitting on my top lip.
I was given a protein drink and then released and pulled over to the cage, where John was: he had been watching everything that had been done to me and I was pushed in next to him. With the pain that crying through every part of my body and my mind totally fucked, I was in no position to argue with him and just settled down on the bared floor as best I could and snuggled down next to John, who put an arm round me and mouthed, Sorry".