EARNING THEIR WAY OUT OF MALE CHASTITY
FINAL BONDAGE TAG-TEAM — PART 6 OF 6
© 2022 Zatanna Dark
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ALL IN . . .
Mistress Dusk comes up to me, inwardly excited, waiting for my question. I know I’m going to regret this, “Thank You, Mistress Dusk, may I have ten more?” She didn’t move . . . she looked surprised.
I was shaking, struggling in pain, sweat-covered, and having problems getting a full breath. “Slave? Are you sure you want ten more? We’re moving into the largest size?”
As tough as nails Mistress Dusk is . . . she’s still human and deep down a caring person. She allows that side to sneak out with her double check. I reply, “Yes Mistress Dusk . . . you are right. May I adjust my request?”
“Yes, Slave, you may.” And with that, I push in every chip as if I have the best hand of Texas Hold’em Ever! “Thank You, Mistress Dusk. May I have the rest?” She hesitates again . . . I nod . . .
A quick glance at the cart, looked like a half dozen of the second to the largest of needles. Then at least two dozen of the largest and longest ones on the cart. Oh my god! What did I agree to?!?!
Mistress Dusk added one more to my other nipple and used up the last of the second largest of the needles on the inside of my biceps. I really miss the pain of those cactus spines about now. My body shakes wildly, and I try to avoid the pain of the largest needles yet!
I’m not escaping! I fear this pain more than anything I’ve ever felt! But I have to do this to be the Last Man Kneeling! I have, too! The first of the largest and longest goes deep into my thigh! I scream like I’ve never screamed before!
A matching needle goes just as deep into my other thigh as I repeat my scream! I remember and try the breathing exercises I did for my cramps, but the pain is not going away!
The Evil and Dark side of Mistress Dusk returns with “Number 3.” She says with a smile that switches to an evil grin. “Seems I’ve put way too many needles into your limbs and nowhere near enough into your cock and balls.”
I don’t respond at all. What can I even say? There are no Safe Words as part of this, and she’s not giving me the option of changing my mind again!
She looks at her watch, tips her head. I can tell we must be near the end of this Challenge as she’s doing some math in her head. With that, I feel the pain of the first needle as she extra slowly pushes it into my left nut!
When a Doctor or Nurse gives you a shot, they insert it quickly to reduce the pain. Mistress Dusk is moving as slowly as possible for exactly the opposite reason. To increase my pain as the tip pushes through each nerve ending!
I scream so loud I’m sure everyone in the building is hearing me! Just as slowly, she repeats that slow insertion into my other nut. I scream out, “MISTRESS DUSK, PLEASE GAG ME! PLEASE PLEASE GAG ME!”
The pain was so intense, and there were at least twenty more of the largest needles to go! I don’t know if she would have stopped if I started to beg, but I couldn’t chance it! Begging her to stop, could disqualify me.
Mistress Dusk went to the wall and removed a very extreme panel gag. She removed the leather insert and switched it out for the largest one on the wall. Still shaking in pain, I open and accept it as the large insert is close to forcing my gag reflex.
She closes and buckles every strap. Then does a once-over, pulling each and every strap at least one hole tighter! Not that it would have worked, but begging her to stop is no longer an option!
THE DEVIL . . .
That little bit of a human side Mistress Dusk let out a few moments ago . . . yeah . . . it’s totally and completely gone. Standing before me, she makes eye contact and asks, not expecting an answer, “Do you know what I’ve always wondered, Slave?”
She gives me her own answer, and it’s worse than anything I could have ever come up with. “I’ve always wondered if the pain of the needle poking out from the inside is as painful as it is poking in from the outside?”
Mistress Dusk adds, “I thank you, Slave, for offering your cock up for me to finally get that answer.” I start to scream wide-eyed into my panel gag and shake my head, “NO”! Mistress Dusk replies to my complaints.
“As Mistress Z has said many times, ‘Permission Asked. Permission Given. Permission Taken.’” And with that, the first of the last twenty of the largest and longest needles is slowly pushed into the side of my cock!
I make fists as I bite down hard on the large leather insert! I would have easily taken my own tongue off had I not been gagged so well. The nerves are nowhere near as dense inside the middle of your cock as the surface first broken with the tip of the needle!
The answer to her question I can easily answer with this first needle! Breaking through the other side is a pain straight out of Hell! I’m on the edge of passing out, but I can’t! I’m fully awake and aware of every second of the most intense pains I’ve ever felt!
My body is spasming, shaking, jerking, and fighting as I feel as if the flesh is being slowly torn from my body in some bizarre ritual! The next nine needles are only progressing in pain as some, I swear, are bumping into others because my cock is now so full of them!
After burying so many all the way through in still caged and crushed shaft, Mistress Dusk, with a full-on toothy grin, concentrates on the head of my cock pushed hard against the inside tip of my cage!
I can’t even look any more! Last I did look it resembled a bloody caged cactus! This must be what slow death feels like! I closed my eyes and tried to bring back the image of Ruby and me on horseback.
That worked for about half a second as Mistress Dusk completed her task of clearing the cart of every last needle! Holding my head upright with both of her hands, she asks, “More painful on the way out?”
I nod silently, “Yes”. Mistress Dusk replies, “I figured it would . . . but now we both know that answer for sure.” The door to the room swings open, and the Servants all enter, followed by Kristen and Mistress Z.
As Mistress Dusk stands with her hands together in front. Mistress Z moves over by me and stares in disbelief at the empty cart and then the complete collection of needles still painfully torturing me.
Nothing was said between her and Mistress Dusk, but I can see the look of pride on both of their faces at a job well done. Mistress Z gives a motion and one of the Servants comes to remove my panel gag.
Seeing the question on my face, Mistress Z says, “You may speak Number 3.” I ask, “Thank You Mistress Z, may I ask if I’m the Last Man?” She replies, “You for sure are Number 3. The other two gave up hours ago.”
I turn to Mistress Dusk, who does her best to hide her laugh with a very fake cough. Mistress Z adds, “No one has ever even made it to the second largest needle, much less ever cleared the whole lot.”
Mistress Dusk could have stopped hours ago but continued to act like the others were still in the running . . . so that she could continue my extreme torture! Wow! Devilish! . . . I Love It!
LAST MAN KNEELING . . .
I didn’t think it was possible, but the process of removing the needles, I swear, was even more painful! I asked the Servants to put my gag back in so I had something to bite down on.
I’ve earned the title of “Last Man Kneeling,” which will stay with me until the next season of the show. It actually comes with a Trophy, which no doubt is custom-made.
It has a Golden Mistress in a tight leather skirt with a crop. The Slave, kneeling, head down with hands behind his back. They are not cuffed or tied. They are behind his back because that’s what she wants and he is willing to offer.
After the needles were all pulled, I also earned the removal of my chastity cage. The Servants wisely kept me bound and gagged during that painful as-hell process.
Ruby informed me on the Bus that the Slaves who left with respect, also earned chastity cage removal. Seems things didn’t end as well for 8, who left ball-tied in a Trunk after calling Bullshit.
Same bad endings for 12, who called Kristen a Fucking Bitch, 2, who I still don’t know what he did, and Number 1, who was the farthest thing from being number 1 in any of our books. I’m pretty sure Mistress Z left him hanging all night long.
What bad ending you’re wondering? Well they were all taken to a special room to have their chastity cages removed . . . before being fitted and replaced with permanent cages.
Ruby told me they were even smaller than the ones during the show and sealed and closed with a special epoxy that didn’t dissolve with fingernail polish or anything that mild.
The only thing that would ever break it down would also instantly eat away at their skin. So pretty sure they’ll not be using their cocks for anything beyond painful unsatisfied erections and pissing for the rest of their lives.
A simple bit of well-deserved respect to the Goddesses we were granted the pleasure of spending time with, and they wouldn’t have earned their never-ending punishments.
In case you’re wondering what Bus I was mentioning earlier? It’s the Bus both Ruby and myself are taking back to Texas. After Mistress Z gave me my Trophy and Title, Ruby asked if she could speak?
Simple, polite, respectful questions will normally get you a simple and courteous answer. Mistress Z said, “Yes, Ruby, what’s on your mind?”
“Mistress Z., I want more than anything to be promoted from Servant to Mistress. I also understand it hasn’t happened yet because I do not have the hours of experience Training a Slave required to get that promotion.”
I, along with everyone else watching, didn’t know exactly where this was going. “Mistress Z, with Alan’s, I mean Number 3’s permission, I would like to Train him until the start of next Season.” Wow!
Ruby continues, “I feel both of us could help each other to reach our fullest potential as Mistress and Slave.” Mistress Z looks at me and calls me Alan. Everyone was shocked.
“The Shows over . . . it’s ok to call him Alan now. Alan, the decision is yours.” Without hesitation, I replied, “Mistress Z, nothing would please me more.”
On our way out, Ruby offered up her opened roll of cherry lifesavers and asked, “Do you want one, Alan?” I replied, “Oh God, you know I do!”
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