Author's Note:  Part 4 will be posted on 12/28/2025 as well.  Also, if you've made it this far and have not read the Author's Note, please do.  It adds important context to all chapters of this story.

Ethan walked back to the Trunk to gather some additional items, but I couldn't tell by the sounds what was being gathered.  There were so many things in the Trunk that could be used, really at any time.  And because I had no idea what this play session would include or how long it would last, there was no point in trying to guess.

"Boy, get on your feet and spread your legs shoulder width apart once you're standing."

"Yes, sir." I tried to say, but the ball gag made it sound like an unintelligible grunt.  He pulled the ball gag out of my mouth and rested the ball on my chin.  “Yes, sir!”  I repeated.

He grabbed my dick and my balls with just one hand; a reminder of his physical size compared to mine.  He pulled on both firmly and then began switching on pulling on my balls and dick separately for a minute or so.

I now knew what he was gathering from the Trunk.  He grabbed my dick and balls again and with his other hand, wrapped what felt like a thick silicone cock ring over my dick and around my balls, pulling both through the cock ring.  He continued to adjust the cock ring until it was as far down on my shaft as possible.

I had expected that to be all the gear going around my dick and balls.  Ethan got down on his knees and pulled on my balls, stretching my balls away from my body.  He placed one part of what felt like a metal ball stretcher around my ball sack between my dick and my balls and snapped the other piece in place to complete the ring.  He seemed to use some tool to fully attach the two, so the ball stretcher would not be coming off

All this time I'm gently moaning, loving every minute of it, my dick is semi hard but sort of pulsing.  There’s so much happening to my body that I don’t think my dick knew what to do.  I was incredibly horny and felt that sense of anticipation when everything that happened ended up surprising you.

He started slapping my dick and my balls, over and over, gently at first but increasing in intensity.  From the top, from the bottom, from the left, from the right.   He yanks on both my dick and balls every once in a while, but uses two hands now, likely because of the stretcher on my balls.

"You like how that feels, Boy?  You're starting to shape up as my Submissive."

"It feels fucking amazing, Sir.  I wish I could see."

"Don't worry, Boy, you'll get a chance to see everything at some point."

I can tell my dick is completely hard now only because every time he slaps it, it bounces around a bit like only a completely hard dick would.

He walks around to my backside and picks something up off the floor and starts to place it over my head.  It was a harness.  I owned three harnesses but rarely used them because, for some reason, putting on a harness confuses the hell out of me.  I loved the fact I was getting to wear one.

Ethan had the harness on me, tightened and adjusted in seconds. 

"Fuck Boy, I forgot something."  He walked back to the trunk.  He then reached underneath the harness straps and attached nipple clamps to both of my nipples.  I could feel a metal chain connect them.

He continued to adjust the tightness of the claps, pulling on the chain to try to get them to come off my nipples and adjusting them tighter each time until he could pull on the chain to his satisfaction, but without the clips coming off.

This process kept me jerking involuntarily when the intense sensations occurred every time a nipple clamp would come off.  I would let out a yelp and my body would tense.

"How's that feeling, Boy?  Those are probably going to get tighter so enjoy this while it lasts."

"Thank you, Sir, it feels great."

He got on his knees behind me and attached a thick leather cuff to each of my ankles.

“Stand with your feet shoulder with apart, Boy!”  “Yes, sir.”

The clang of metal chains was easily identifiable, and I could tell he was attaching the chain to the cuffs and connecting the cuffs to each other.  When he stood up, I tried to move my foot and sure enough, they were not going any further than shoulder width.

He then attached similar but smaller cuffs to my wrists and connected them with a similar chain.  Hanging from the middle of that chain was another chain.  I could feel the weight of the chains on my arms.

"Boy, are you ready for the good part?  It's time to get you really prepared for the rest of our time together."  He unclipped one of my wrists from the chain then brought my hands behind my back and reattached the chain between my wrists.

"I'm ready, Sir."

“Get down on your knees then bend forward until your face is on the floor.  Then pull those ass cheeks apart and present your hole to me!”

“Yes, sir!” I got down on my knees then slowly bent forward until my face touched the ground, then turned my head to the side and rested my cheek on the wood floor.  It’s harder to bend over like this with your hands behind your back.

I spread my cheeks apart as far as I could, given the limitations of the chain and the restraints.  “Here is my hole, Sir!”

“It’s my hole, Boy.  It doesn’t belong to you anymore.  Do you understand, Boy?”

“Yes, sir!  Here is your hole, sir!”

“Good Boy.”

I heard the sound of lube being pumped out of the XL size buckets you can buy – at least I assumed it was lube.   I found out immediately when he rubbed the lube all over my hole, gently fingering some in as well.  He continued to finger me until four of his fingers where inside of me.

I was moaning constantly while he worked my hole.  I could tell that my hole was loosening up and responding to the fingering.

“Thank you, sir!  Please open my hole up!”

I felt a little bit lightheaded and like I was floating and spinning.  Being blindfolded completely messes with the senses that orient you to your environment.  I also noticed how I was far more sensitive to the sounds around me, and specifically the chains clanging every time I moved.

Ethan pulled his fingers out and had an idea what was coming next.  My hole was contracting and releasing all on its own. My hole was hungry…

"Boy, do you want some water before we continue?  I want to keep you hydrated."

"Yes sir, may I have some water sir?"

Before getting up and going to get the water, I felt Ethan position the tip of some type of toy against my hole.  In one firm and aggressive motion, he inserted the toy all the way in to its base.  It was a small to medium size buttplug and was now locked into my hole.   Ethan had selected something that would be challenging, but also not hurt or overwhelm me or risk me wanting to stop.  He was clearly making sure I could go the distance.

"Stay here and don’t move, Boy, I'll get you some water."

(To be continued…)