It was four o’clock in the morning, way past closing time in the bar, two hours past last call. The pin ball machines and computer games were turned off. The juke box was unplugged. The only sound in the bar was the ice machine doing its thing. The floor had been swept and mopped. The chairs were flipped on top of the tables.
The black topped bar stools with leather backing were unoccupied save two. A long haired blonde dressed in a black leather blouse a matching mini skirt was seated up at the long mahogany bar. She stirred the cool drink with her swizzle stick and looked to her right.
She looked at Charlie, the bartender, except Charlie wasn’t serving anything. The naked man was seated on a bar stool, with his arms forced back and down behind the backing of the stool. Strong rope held his wrists together effectively and another piece of rope ran from his wrists to the metal foot rest which circled the bottom of the stool. A black hood had been placed over his head.
The patches over the eyeholes were closed and a ball gag closed his pie hole. A thick black leather collar had been placed around his neck. His legs were spread apart and also tied to the lower bar. A long and strong piece of cord was threaded through and tied to the O-ring on the collar and pulled downward and was wrapped tightly around the upper part of his cock shaft.
Then it was pulled further downward and anchored to the metal bar as well which in turn reinforced the tension on his redheaded manhood, which was protruding straight upward. In addition a pair of nipple clamps ,with a five pound weight dragging down the chain in the middle, were performing their intended function. As an added bonus a metal clamp was attached to each of his balls that were painfully being dragged downward by three pound weights
“Mmmmpppp!”
“What was that Charlie?…Awww, my poor little slave boy doesn’t like this?”
“Mmmmpppp!”
“Well I told you I’d get you for screwing up my drink.”
“Mmmmpppp!”
“I think your dick needs more whipping,” she said with a derisive laugh
“Mmmmpppp!”.
“Just think,” she continued as she strolled over in front of him holding the riding crop. “It’s a couple more hours before sunup.”
