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“Danny’s Ordeal” – by Steve McHalperin, Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Training Lesson 1

Danny slept deeply. It’s the body’s reaction to an incredible ordeal. He did wake briefly when he stirred position during a REM event and his abs shot a pain message to his sleepy brain. It wasn’t so bad after all, and he fell back to sleep.

He woke up a second time when someone started jostling him on the cot. He saw it was one of the “testers,” one of the guys who had so brutally tortured him. It wasn’t Jake, the only one of the three identified.

“Wake up, buddy. You did good. Mr. Payner is very pleased and we’re all right proud of you,” the voice said, jostling him some more. “Time to get up!”

He got off the cot with help from Mr. X and then realized he was naked. He moved instinctively to put his hands over his junk, but Mr. X intervened: “Don’t worry about clothes. You won’t need them for a while. Now that you’re hired, Mr. Payner wants to start the training exercises,” he added.

He himself was shirtless, wearing only the tight uniform pants of the company. The man’s nipple piercing was a thick ring which glinted from the bare bulb light. He was one of the furry ones. Danny followed him out the door and down the dim corridor. He was apprehensive when they entered the same room he had been tortured in. Payner and the other three men from yesterday were also there. Mr. Payner was wearing a blue golf shirt and nice, business pants. The other guys were dressed like the guy who had just woken him up, shirtless with dark blue, very tight, company pants. They all greeted him, congratulating him on passing the concentration test. The thought crossed Danny’s mind that his treatment yesterday was more like a concentration camp, but he smiled his response anyway.

Payner lost no time launching into another speech: “You did indeed pass the test and a large sum of money will be given to you later today as your first pay, several hundred dollars in fact. But there is one more step we need to do before your regular job training starts.”

“Sir?” Danny asked dutifully, still bewildered to be back in the cement torture room and naked at that.

“We have a strict code of discipline in the company. It’s needed to ensure everyone of the guards continues to focus on the training they received and has the right attitude for the job. I mentioned total focus yesterday.”

“Yes, sir,” Danny interjected, eager to find out what the hell was going on.

“So, to the discipline,” Payner continued. “You must obey every command you are given during training and on the job. To ensure compliance, if anyone does not obey, they are disciplined down here until they regain the correct attitude. You need to know what is in store for you for the slightest disobedience, so my trainers here are going to show you.”

He turned to the other men: “Prepare him for the demonstration” he ordered.

Danny was startled when the big men grabbed him by the arms and thrust him against the metal pole in the center of the room. What was this? More torture?

He protested when they cuffed his wrists, loosely this time, and lifted them up, stretching out his arms like yesterday, but not so high. They fitted the short cuff chain to a small metal hook and secured it with a carabineer.

“Whoa! Wait! What’s this all about? What the fuck are you going to do?” Danny yelled loudly as he started to struggle against the pole.

His words were cut short when the ball gag was again shoved into his mouth and buckled off behind his head. All he could say now was garbled. He felt the chain going around his ankles again, but his cock and balls were not bound to the pole as they had been. Still, he was in inescapable bondage.

“The discipline we use,” Payner lilted, “Is very basic. It’s a traditional caning on your ass. The concept of caning is old fashioned, but we use a modern variant. Instead of a wooden switch or walking stick, we use a plastic rod.”

He held up the rod where Danny could see it. It was three or four feet long, fairly thin, clear plastic, with a thick, black plastic handle. Payner handed it to Jake, who swished it through the air a few times. The rod whistled as it cut the air.

“The idea of a caning,” Payner droned on as Danny’s stomach turned to ice in fear, “Is to concentrate the blow. A paddle or belt, even a fist or nightstick, distributes the blow across a wide area of skin. The paddle or belt hurts and raises a welt, of course, but the pain from a thin rod is much more intense. It causes deep welts under normal pressure. When used with force it easily bruises and breaks a man’s skin. Every one of the guards in this company has tasted the cane at the beginning of their training and everyone of them knows they will be back down here if they don’t obey the rules. We’re after muscular, aggressive men, like you, Danny boy, but that has to be balanced with absolute obedience. The caning option ensures that.”

Then Payner looked over at Jake. “Please proceed to show Danny here what the rod can do.”

“Sir, yes, sir!” Jake replied, moving into position.



“Danny’s Ordeal” – by Steve McHalperin, Chapter 9

Chapter 9


Payner spoke up in his lilting, long winded way: “Ah, my dear Danny! You have passed the test. We are satisfied you have the right stuff to be on our team. I realize it was a bit rough and I’m sure you’re not in a condition to fully appreciate your victory. We will take you down from the pole and let you rest. Then we’ll discuss moving forward. AND the handsome salary you will now be getting!”

The other guys slowly removed the cuffs and the cord from around his head and neck. Then the cord on his cock and balls was untied, bringing great relief but also some pain as blood flow resumed. Two of them grabbed his ams to hold him up. The chain around his ankles was unlocked and unwound. He was slightly embarrassed as his now freed cock swelled up into a strong hardon.

Payner noticed it, of course. “A natural reaction to manly pain, my boy. It’s actually a good sign and means you’ll fit right in with our team.”

Danny saw the other guys rub their swollen crotches. He had always been fascinated and excited about physical pain ever since his father’s beatings when he was growing up. The agony of his ordeal, his pride in surviving it, activated some wiring between his brain and his crotch. He didn’t know the words sadist and masochist. He didn’t know that his sex needle had firmly swung to the maso side.

“There’s only one more task, dear Danny,” Payner crooned. “We are going to remove the clamps on your nipples. Unfortunately this will hurt. The little guys have been deprived of blood flow for a while and have gone to sleep. Removal of the clamps will wake them up and they will not be happy, if you will.”

He snorted a laugh at his own wording. It really did hurt when the clamps came off. Danny gritted his teeth and contorted his face in pain as his pec pegs swelled with blood and the nerves protested. The guys holding him tightened their grip, mashing their hardons into his hips. They were definitely on the sado side of the meter.

Danny looked down at his stomach. His skin was bright red from the tortures. There were wide lines of a deeper red from the nightsticks. His erection stood out from his crotch. There were red marks up and down the shaft from the cord bindings, and his balls ached. Somehow, however, there was sex electricity there. His hardon was a direct reaction to the pain he had undergone, just like many hardons in the past when he JOed and fantasized about men getting tortured.

The guys holding his arms escorted him out of the room and down the hall to a small shower stall. He cleaned himself up and toweled off. His torso still throbbed and his nipples were supersensitive. He was also still halfhard. They then led him to a small room with a cot against one wall. He slumped onto the cot and quickly fell asleep from exhaustion.

He didn’t hear the door lock click after the two big men left the room.



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