The previous parts of this story are in my profile.
The Setup:
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Friday Evening:
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My night sitting in the electric chair and getting my cock, balls, and asshole zapped every 5 minutes was indeed stressful, and for sure I did NOT get any sleep. But I don't feel sleepy at all, perhaps because my mind is buzzing with anticipation and dread of what they intend to do to me next. Also, I really need to pee!! And all of that soap that Linda had put on my face Friday evening has dried and it's now quite uncomfortable and starting to itch but of course being securely restrained I'm totally helpless to scratch it. I have no idea what time it is, or when I'll be released, but I REALLY NEED TO PEE. I could just let it go and pee on myself, but the instructions were that I was allowed to pee only when one of the gals was holding my penis, and nobody is here with me. Of course, if I disobeyed, what would they do to me that they wouldn't have done anyway? But I'm also worried about what effect my pee would have on the electrodes around my cock and balls.

Alas, the dungeon master and a few other gals finally come down and she says, "I see you're still alive this morning, and still quite awake. We'll get you unconnected here so we can get on with all of the other dastardly things we plan to do to you today." So they remove all of the electrodes, unstrap me from the chair, and allow me to slowly lift myself off of the dildo that's been impaling my butt all night. Once out of the chair, my hands are again tied behind my back and my feet are tied together. One of the gals says, "I'll bet you need to pee, and I'll be doing the honors this time. But you need to come up and outside so everybody can watch". So I hop over to the stairs and proceed to inch my way up by sitting on one stair at a time. Once outside with everybody watching she grabs my cock and has a large glass ready to catch the flow. Even though I desperately need to pee, I'm still finding it hard to relax in this embarrassing situation and let the flow come out. After a while she says, "OK, you've got 10 seconds to pee, or you'll have to hold it for another hour". That could have made it even more difficult to relax, but I finally let it go, filling the large glass to the brim. As before, I was required to drink the entire glass of pee, which was rather disgusting.

They put my breakfast at my feet, which looks like a large bowl of oatmeal and a bowl of milk. To eat it I have no choice but to get down on my knees and lean forward and down, which causes me to fall face first into the bowl of oatmeal. I find that I can't hold any kind of a balance on my knees with my hands tied behind my back and my feet tied together, so I just lie down and try to eat out of the bowl. Needless to say, my face gets totally covered in gooey oatmeal. I don't really taste much soap this time perhaps only a little from what was still on my face from the evening before. I also try to lap up the milk, which of course only adds to the mess accumulating on my face. Once done with breakfast, my next task is to get back up on my feet, which was really difficult, much to the delight of my sadistic audience. I actually fell backwards a few times, but finally managed to get and stay up.

Linda now comes over to me and says, "As we've told you, we want all of your torture to occur after you've cum, so I'm going to quickly get you off so we can start having our fun". Well, I'm not really turned on right now, and I know that they will be doing some very sadistic post orgasm torture right after I cum, so I really, Really, REALLY don't WANT to cum!! But I can see that wicked smile as Linda guides me over to the outdoor shower and hoses me down. With all the gals looking on, she starts brushing my teeth with lots of toothpaste so it's flowing out of my mouth, then takes a bar of soap and lathers up my pubic hair, continuously scooping handfuls of lather up and covering my face in soap. Amazingly she doesn't even touch my cock, but in spite of my intentions not to cum it starts to get hard! So they quickly carry me inside to the post-orgasm-torture table and securely strap me in again, legs and arms spread apart, torso firmly restrained. They bring out a Hitachi now and hold it firmly right under my cock head. Even though I try not to cum I find it impossible to resist and I have a HUGE orgasm. But of course they keep the Hitachi running, concentrating now on just my penis tip, causing the familiar post-orgasm distress that no guy enjoys. But it's bearable, that is until they bring out the dreaded Sonicare toothbrush presumably all charge up this time. And as before, this is NOT bearable!! But also as before, I'm helpless to do anything to prevent the torture. I'm strapped down so firmly that I can't do anything to move my cock out of the way. This is the third or fourth time they've done this to me and it doesn't get any easier quite the contrary since I know what's coming, and I know they'll do it to me again sometime.

So, in addition to the post-orgasm sensation torture, making me cum has the effect they desire of removing the sexual satisfaction I normally get out of being tormented, so my tortures for the day continue. I'm lead over to the poop pit, but since they didn't give me anything soapy to eat I'm not sure what they have in store today. They fasten my feet wide apart to a spreader bar, which is very long, extending beyond my feet by over a meter on each side. As before they stand me up at the side of the pit and tell me to fall face first into the goop. I somehow manage to get up enough nerve to do it this time on my own, and I plop resoundingly into the goop with a huge splat. But I have no desire to poop, so I could be here like this for a long time if that's what they have in mind. Many minutes go by with nobody saying anything. I'm just lying face down in the goop, periodically turning my head to the side to breath, as if I were swimming. Finally they pick up the bar and drag me out a bit. I soon feel a tube getting shoved up my asshole, and realize I'm about to get an enema. Sure enough, I soon start to feel liquid flowing into my rectum. I can't really see what they're doing, but I'm certainly getting filled up. Then I hear somebody say, "Let's add the other bag and then lift him up." I can feel them attach something to the bar, probably the enema bag, and then 4 girls, 2 on each side of me, lift the bar up so that I'm hanging head first over the poop pit with more enema flowing into me. After a while one of the gals says, "I don't know how long we can hold him up like this." And so they slowly lower my head totally into the goop! They lift me back up though after about 10-15 seconds. One of the gals says, "Lucky for you that you included breath play in your off-limits list, so we'll keep your submersions relatively short." So down I go for another 10-15 seconds, then back up. This goes on for a while then they pull out the enema tube from my ass. I definitely feel quite full, and VERY uncomfortable. They lower my head back into the goop and then back up. Somebody says, "We're going to keep doing this until you poop all over yourself, and this time you'll be quite a mess!!" I'm not sure how many more dunks it took, but I finally let go with a massive amount to soft poop, which did indeed go all over me. The gals then dragged me back into the center of the pit and dropped the spreader bar and just let me lie there, face down for a while until I stopped pooping.

Once they were satisfied that I was done pooping, they dragged me out of the poop pit and left me face-down lying in the grass. They brought out a hose and started to hose off the goop on my back side with VERY cold water, making sure my asshole was perfectly clean again. Then they picked me up and sat me back down face-up and continued to hose me down, taking much delight in blasting my totally exposed cock and balls with cold water. They also spend a lot of time blasting the goop off of my face, which I found to be quite uncomfortable, as I'm sure they had hoped. Once I'm all cleaned up, they unhook the spreader bar and tie my feet back together. "We're taking you down to the dungeon now," one of the gals says.

So I hop my way back inside, over to the stairs, and inch myself down to the dungeon. I'm lead over to an area that has two large eyebolts fastened to the cement floor, two pulleys fastened to the floor, and two pulleys fastened to a large beam in the ceiling. One of the gals says, "We've got some really fun predicament bondage for you, well it will be really fun for us at least." So they fasten my ankles to the two eyebolts in the floor, causing me to spread my legs about as far as they will reach. Then they retie my hands in front of me and fasten a rope to them that's threaded through the pulley directly above me, and they raise my arms over my head. I see that the rope is also threaded through the second ceiling pulley that's about a meter off to the side, and then down to the second pulley on the floor, and over to a pulley that's directly under me. I see that the middle of the rope, between the ceiling and floor pulleys, is actually connected by a strap that seems to be adjustable. I'm starting to get an idea of what's going to happen to me when they grab my balls firmly and fasten a metal ring at the base of my ball sack. The ring has two chains hanging down that they attach to the rope coming up through the pulley between my legs. Now they go over to the strap and start cinching the two sections of rope together, which raises my arms and starts to pull on my balls. They get the tension to the point where if I try to reach up as high as I can my balls are stretched down, but at a level that I can endure, but if I relax my arms, the pull on my balls gets quite painful. They said it would be a predicament, and indeed it was!

I imagine just being left like this for a long time will be quite draining, but that's not all they have in mind. Somebody starts to tickle my ribs from behind, and I instinctively jerk my arms downward, which yanks my balls downward VERY painfully. So I stretch my arms back upward and try to just let them tickle me. They keep at it for quite a long time, and I'm finding it a strange sensation of total submission because it seems that I'm just letting them tickle me. It's one thing when you're just restrained so you can't move, but you can still struggle, even though it's futile. This is very different mentally.

After they tire of tickling me, Linda comes over and says, "It's time for a good spanking, and you know what goes good with spanking?" I answer "no", meekly. She says, "A good mouth soaping!" At which point she takes a rather goopy bar of soap and starts smearing it all over my face for a while, and then says, "OK, open wide," and she shoves the bar of soap into my mouth. Yuck! Then Linda says, "What we're going to do now is give you 25 firm smacks on your butt with this paddle, and you are going to keep track by counting the number out load, followed by saying, 'please give me another smack, only harder this time'. And if you should drop the soap from your mouth, we will need to put it back in and start the count all over." So I get the first whack, which causes me to yank on my balls of course, and I try to say, "One, please give me another smack, only harder this time." It's of course incredibly difficult, embarrassing, and humiliating to talk with a bar of soap in your mouth, not to mention while your balls are being stretched and your butt is stinging. I'm not sure how understandable I am, talking with the soap in my mouth, but we get up to 15 whacks, each seeming to be really getting harder, when I almost dropped the soap. I'm finding that trying to talk and trying to hold onto the soap, is causing the soap to get mushier and filling my mouth with lots of soapy lather. We get up to 19 whacks, and I do indeed drop the soap, or what's left of it! So they grab a new bar, lather it up really well, and shove it in my mouth. "OK, you're back to one now," Linda says, and gives me a firm smack on my butt. I'm getting somewhat better at not flinching too much and thus sparing my balls the more excruciating pain.

After what seemed like an eternity, I finally made it to 25 whacks without dropping the soap. My butt is really sore now, and I'm sure it must be quite red. My balls are sore from being stretched, and my arms are sore from holding them up high. But they aren't done. Somebody starts tickling my ribs and pits again. The initial shock puts another firm tug on my aching balls, and I quickly retreat to the submissive mode of just allowing myself to be tickled without mercy. Much to my surprise, this submissive mental state is actually turning me on, and my cock starts to get hard. Looking at my rising cock, Linda says, "We were hoping that would happen, because you know what we're going to do to you now!" So they bring out the industrial vibrator with the cup attachment and go at my cock head, one gal pumping on my cock from behind and another holding the vibrating cup against my penis tip. Once again, even though I know what they are going to do to me after I cum, I can't resist and I quickly spew cum all over the vibrator, which keeps going of course, battering my super sensitive penis tip for several minutes. Then out comes the dreaded Sonicare toothbrush. They first squirt a bunch of toothpaste on my cock, and one of the gals rubs it all around using the "polishing the apple" technique with the palm of her hand on my penis tip. The texture and abrasiveness of the toothpaste make this quite unbearable, but I have to bear it because any tug on my ropes just tugs on my balls. Then they turn on the Sonicare and slowly bring it toward my penis tip, making me squirm in anticipation. When it reaches my penis I involuntarily yank HARD on my ropes, which stretches my balls really hard! Again I try to raise my arms and just let it happen. This is an entirely new experience! The Sonicare became almost bearable after a while when I was firmly restrained on the table, because I could strain my muscles, plus I had no choice but to bear it. But now I somehow had to relax my muscles while allowing the pain from the toothbrush to just happen. These gals really know how to torture me!!
After what seemed to me like an eternity, they finally stopped tormenting my super sensitive penis head, but they were enjoying my predicament so much that they started in with tickling my ribs again. Getting tickled is normally a huge turn on for me, but after cumming nothing turns me on, so this is just more torture. After a while they seem to finally tire of tickling me, but before releasing me Linda firmly grabs my cock and commands me to pee into the cup. Even though I DO need to pee, I can't seem to relax enough to let it go, so Linda finally says, "the only way I'll take that soap out of your mouth is if you pee in the cup, and then I'll let you rinse your soapy mouth once with your pee." With that I finally let go and totally fill the cup. Linda takes the bar of soap out of my mouth, lets me rinse once, and of course has me drink the rest of my pee. Then and one of the gals says, "it's time to take you outside for something really exciting we have planned for you." I'm released from my predicament bondage, but quickly tied back up with my hands tied behind my back and feet tied together. I'm constantly being reminded that the description of my weekend of torment included being totally naked and totally restrained 100% of the time, and they are not going to deviate from that even in the slightest.

So I slowly make my way up the stairs, and out the door, this time with a blindfold on, I'm guessing because they don't want me to see whatever it is they've been planning for me. I managed to hop outside without falling down, carefully following instructions about when to turn left or right. When I get to where they want me, I'm told to sit down on the ground. They then untie my hands and have me lie down so they can stake out my hands, straight out like I'm being crucified. Then they untie my feet and stake my legs out wide so I now can't move much in any direction. At this point they remove the blindfold and quickly place some kind of a closed box over me. It sits firmly on the ground, but has cutouts for my arms and for my torso, and leaves me in near total darkness. I can't tell for sure, but it seems like the top of the box is not too far above my head.

They apparently leave me like this and go back inside, at least I can't hear anybody talking or anything. After about a half hour they come back out and I hear the clanking of knives and forks on dinner plates, so apparently they are all sitting around me having their dinner. Linda says they made a really nice dinner that's going really well with lots and lots of beer, but that part of my torment today will be that I go without lunch or dinner. Can't say that's much of a problem since I'm not that hungry and what they've been giving me to eat has been far from appetizing.

So I lie here in darkness, crucified to the ground, waiting for what they plan to do to me. Incredibly, as I'm thinking about what they might do to me next, I'm remembering why I had willfully agreed to subject myself to this torture, even though I've been hating nearly every moment of it all so far. And I'm starting to sense that my cock is beginning to spring back to life! And I know too well now what that means. But maybe the gals won't be able to tell since I'm inside this box. But wait - Oh shit! - I can't see for sure, but I don't think the box is actually covering my growing cock. It must end at the cutout for my upper torso, so my cock and balls are totally exposed. Sure enough, one of the gals says, "lookey what I see! He seems to be enjoying himself way too much! We can't have that, can we?" So Linda hands her a bar of soap and says, "No, get over there. You know what to do!" She pours something cold on my cock and balls, probably from her beer, soaps up my cock, grabs the shaft with one hand and uses the palm of her other hand to polish my knob. This is indeed an unbearable sensation, and I didn't think it could be used to get me off, but sure enough I cum fairly quickly even though I don't want to. Once again I'm powerless to prevent it. Of course she continues polishing my knob with glee and with total abandon, and I'm in total sensory over load again. When she gets tired, another gal takes over, this time rubbing something on my cock that starts to burn! No need for any mechanical devices when you can cause this much distress with just your hands.

After a while the post orgasm torture stops, and they just let me lie there. I still have no idea what they plan to do to me, and after cumming just now I know I won't be turned on in the least by whatever it is. So I wait. Finally I see light streaming in briefly above my face, and then the sound of somebody sitting on top of the box, cutting out the light again. But still I wait. And then something warm starts to trickle onto my face, and then the trickle becomes a full on stream - of piss!!! And the realization of what they will be doing to me becomes obvious. All the gals have been sitting around drinking beer, and they all need to pee - this is truly humiliating!! So one by one they sit on the box/toilet and pee on my face. I try, but I can't move my face out of the way of the pee whatever I do. My face it now totally covered in their pee - and LOTS of it. And by the sounds of their laughter they're having a great time of it. They also sound a bit drunk, so I'm worried about what they might do to me next. I hear Linda making some comment about prune juice, and she comes over to the box and says, "sweety, we've been planning this for a long time, and we've all been drinking lots of prune juice as well as lots of beer today, and I think I'm finally getting the urge to poop!!". And with that she plops down on the box/toilet and lets go of a large stream of the goopiest poop, all of it accurately landing on my helpless face. I never did know whether or not the "poop pit" contained real poop, but this was definitely the real thing!! And one by one the gals came over to my toilet to cover my face with even more poop. Sometimes it was runny, but other times it was just smooth, soggy turds. This went on for quite a while since it would take time for some of the gals to get the urge, and they ALL wanted to get to poop on my face. Sometimes they would both poop and pee, and some of the gals came back to pee again. Suffice to say I've never felt this humiliated before, and for sure I was NOT turned on AT ALL by it - although I have to wonder what my frame of mind would have been to this torment had I not just cum.

I have no idea how long they let me lie there, with my face all covered in their poop and pee. Fortunately I have almost no sense of smell, so that part didn't affect me. Linda knows that and I suspect see was disappointed, knowing that it could have been even worse for me. Anyway, they finally removed the box and hosed me down, but they didn't untie me. One of the gals said, "he looks so delightfully vulnerable staked out like that - what should we do to him now?" "How about if we get a bucket of mud and make mud balls, then stand 10 yards away and see how many times we can hit his cock and balls with the mud balls." So there I am, legs spread apart, totally vulnerable, with 7 gals all flinging mud balls at me. And when they landed on my cock and balls it stung quite a bit. The game was supposedly 2 points for hitting my cock and balls and 1 point for hitting my face, but I don't think anybody was keeping score because it just seemed like a free-for-all. And when they were done, they filled up the bucket with mud and just dumped it all over me, and then just let me lie there, staked out and all covered in mud.

Linda eventually came over to me and said, "we're going to take you down to the electric chair for the night, but first we'll need to make you cum to put you in the right mood." (meaning the mood where I won't get turned on by what they do to me). "So we're going to let you lie there, covered in mud, until your cock springs back to life - as long as it takes. Then we'll get you off, torment your penis head, and then take you down to the electric chair for the night." Well, I wasn't especially turned on at the moment, so I wasn't sure how long this would take, but I'm thinking maybe it's better to spend more time like this and less time strapped to the electric chair. After 20-30 minutes I'm still not turned on, but then somebody comes over to me and piles more mud on my face and starts to massage it all around my face. Not sure why she thought this might work, but holy shit did that ever turn me on!! So they pounce on my hard cock, all covered in mud, and get me off in no time - continuing to polish my knob with mud this time, which is more excruciating than anything they've done before since it's more abrasive. When they were satisfied that I was a total wreck, they hosed me down again, untied my staked-out legs, retying them together, and untied my staked-out hands, retying them behind my back, and ordered me to hop down into the dungeon.

By now I knew the routine. They untied my hands so that I could slowly lower my ass hole onto the electric dildo. Then they securely strapped my legs, arms, and torso to the chair, and attached the electrodes to my cock. The "executioner" then said, "I have a different electro-stim routine programed for you tonight, and I'm anxious to see how you respond to it. I'm not telling you anything about it, just enjoy your evening - ha, ha!". With that she turns on the generator, flicks off the lights, and leaves the room. All I know for sure is that I'm in for another sleepless night of electro torture.