A little later, in line with the end of
the morning tea break several of the lads came by the van to use the urinal
facility, with the legs well apart access was particularly easy. Ric was
overloaded and again had to endure the results of relieving himself in his own
clothing, the smell got worse as the temperature rose and he was becoming light
headed and then cramp set it. His leg muscles were on fire, sheer agony and
there was no slack in the ropes so nothing he tried to do gave any relief, he
had no option but to endure the pain. This went on thru the lunch break and
then afternoon tea break during which the ropes on Ric’s ankles were loosened a
bit. The end of the working shift arrived and Stever returned, removed the gag
and talked of his plans for the evening, making it clear to Ric that he wasn’t
going to have any choice. Steve went back to the chippie, this time leaving Ric
still secured as he was certain that if he released him he would be out of town
as fast as he could.
So again at closing time Steve returned
from the pub, returned Ric to the horizontal position, climbed into the hammock
and suggested to Ric that he get a good night’s sleep as he had a splendid deal
arranged for him for tomorrow. Ric was even more frustrated, with no chance of
wanking off, no escape and no idea what was planned for Friday and then another
thought caused dread, exactly how long was he going to be kept? He tried hard
to remember exactly what he had given away during supper on Wednesday evening
but couldn’t remember. Sleep eventually came but was interrupted several times
for Steve’s recycled beer. Dawn and the alarm came together and Ric was again
used as the urinal and again for a facefucking from Steve. Not ten minutes
later Pug came to make use of the facilities. No hint was given about the
coming activities. Ric was left again as the other two went off for breakfast.
They returned with a couple of other
lads shortly and Ric was released and manhandled out of the van, a hard hat and
a seriously big butt plug were fitted and he was escorted, with no chance of
escape, to the centre of the site’s portacabin temporary buildings where he was
forced to kneel alongside one of these cabins. Several times Ric asked what was
going to happen but each time he was cuffed and told to shut up. Ropes were
attached to his ankles, wrists and around his cock and balls and a chain
padlocked round his neck, next he was pulled by the ankle ropes so that he was
horizontal underneath one of the cabins, there was just enough space. The
various ropes were tied off tightly so that Ric was in a spreadeagle position
with his head just visible at the edge of the cabin. A piss gag was fitted and
the neck chain padlocked to a ring on the botton edge of the building. There
was very little slack for Ric to wriggle, he was held securely. A flexible pipe
was connected to the gag and he was all set for the day. Steve explained that
they had directed the waste from one of the urinals in the toilet building thru
the wall and into Ric’s gag, he would have to drink whatever came into that
urinal during the day, Steve said that he should really appreciate the effort
the guys had gone to and he would be disconnected at the end of the day.
This was a bit much for Ric, it was
more than he had even done before and he was frightened, he would be here for
at least nine hours and no idea how much he would have to take. But there was
no way out, he couldn’t move more than a couple of millimetres, he couldn’t
speak and the couldn’t shake off the gag or the pipe so there was nothing he
could do at all. However his cock was straining to get out of his overalls and
he had a desperate need of a wank. This thinking didn’t last long before it was
interrupted by the first slug of waste from that particular urinal, then a few
minutes later another, and that is how the day progressed. Steve did feel a
little pity and poured a cup of tea down at lunchtime! Steve smiled when he
read the note that someone else had stuck up on the wall above that urinal
asking everyone to use this one first! He hadn’t thought of that, what a good
idea, the piece-of-shite would get most of the piss from most of the guys on
the site, but most would just obey the note without realising the reason or the
consequences - brilliant - about 22 guys on site today - fucking brilliant!
For Ric there was simply no choice. As
the day progressed he simply swallowed whatever came thru the pipe and gag, it
was either that or choke. Gradually he found that he was tasting and smelling
of nothing but piss and he was swamped in his own resulting waste, but at least
it was not cold, the breeze was warm and the ground was mostly sand and free of
stones. Lunch and the tea breaks seemed to be never ending, interupted only by
one slug of tea, a welcome relief but also a harsh reminder that everything
else was going to be . . . The end of the day didn’t come soon enough for Ric,
he was untied, released and hauled out from under the cabin, stinking and soggy
from head to toe and feeling both miserable and the horniest he had been in
years, but it was clear he wasn’t going to get the chance to wank off just yet.
Two of the lads grabbed his arms and
led him back to the van where he was made to side astride a wooden saw horse,
his wrists secured to a rail in the roof of the van and his ankles tied up to
his calves so almost all of his weight was now being taken by the butt plug
that had been fitted at the start of the day. Ric had almost forgotten about
this detail, but it was clear this was going to be a centre of his attention
for the evening. A gag was fitted, this time a big cock gag, to make sure Ric
would be kept silent for the entertainment later that evening. The various lads, including Steve and Pug,
went off for food and an evenings drinking, and being Friday, payday and a late
start the next morning, Saturday, there was opportunity for them to take more
beer than usual, which most of them did. Meanwhile Ric was again in an
uncomfortable position, on the edge of cramp in his arms and legs and with a
very sore butt demanding relief, which did come but not in the way he was
wishing for.
Steve returned again at closing time,
but with Pug and four others in tow and all piled into the van. Each used Ric’s
mouth to recycle some of their beer and a couple of them did more then Steve
produced a pair or well worn boxing gloves and said that everyone was entitled
to a 1 minute round with the “punchbag” and he was going to start the session
himself. Ric endured six one minute bouts of being punched above and below the
belt, in front and behind and every punch reignited the pain in his butt as
well as leaving lots of bruising on his chest, stomach and back. Finally Steve
called time on the last guy and the gloves were tossed into the corner of the
van and everyone decided it had been a great evening. The others left and Steve
climbed into his hammock leaving Ric still strung up as he had been for the
evening. He began to grunt to get Steve’s attention, hoping to get the message
accross that he wanted releasing. He did get Steve’s attention but in the wrong
way, Steve climbed out of the hammock, found a jump start cable with battery
clips at each end, these were applied to
Rics tits and the cable lifted over the same bar that his wrists were attached
to, leaving a loop of heavy cable hanging down. Steve rummaged and found a
1kilogramme barbell weight and attached it to the cable loop, pulling Ric’s
tits viciously upwards, and then told him in no uncertain terms to shut the
fuck up and let honest normal labourers get a good nights kip.
Ric did not sleep that night, the
continuous pain in his arse and chest, the stretched position of his arms and
the pressure on his wrists and the slow but insidious ache in his calves and
legs all conspired to keep him awake, and just to make sure, Steve fed him
several doses of recycled beer during the night and first thing after the alarm
went off. At this point Ric was completely released and fell in a heap on the
floor of the van, his muscles simply too stressed to function. Steve left him locked in the van while he
went in search of a couple of bacon butties and tea for breakfast, bringing the
same back to the van for Ric. The food and tea brought a sense of life back to
Ric, but he was still very weak from the nights bondage and torments. Steve
promptly roped him up and secured him horizontal in the van just as he had for
the first afternoon, but with the addition of a set of tit clamps, which caused
Ric to scream, and a rope round his balls up and over the roof bar and weighted
with the same one kilogramme barbell weight. Ric couldn’t move again but at
least his body weight was not being used against him. Steve explained that he
would be given his freedom straight after lunch today and this gentle bondage
position was to give him a chance to wind down from yesterday and last night.
Steve had two more things to do before starting work, first the cock gag went
back in to prevent any calls for help and second he oiled up his hand and
wanked Ric untill there was an explosion, knowing that Ric would be unable to
resist and that his morning’s bondage would seem all the more painful after the
release of his balls. Steve was right.
The morning seemed to last forever and
no one called at the van, but lunchtime came and went and Steve returned with
his tool bag and finally Ric was completely released and given a mug of tea.
The two of them talked through the good and bad bits of the 72 hours, which
bits worked and which were not as successful (not many) and the consensus was
that it was very good for both of them. Ric was actually very happy as he had
his limits extended and had several completely new experiences and to his own
surprise was asking if Steve was up for doing something similar again. Steve
was delighted and quickly said yes, almost as eagerly as Ric had on that
fateful Wednesday afternoon. Ric was fully loaded with work the following week,
but had nothing booked for the week after, so it was duly agreed that Ric would
return on Sunday evening in preparation for a whole week through till the
Saturday lunchtime and that Steve and Pug would put their heads together to
find some more challenges and to break a few more limits.
