Date: Fri, 22 Jul 2011 14:52:45 +0100 (BST)
From: jo johns <markedpig@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: John's debt repaid - part 8

And there I stay, bound, gagged, plugged, catheterized, and hanging from a pole
and all because John owed a debt.  The only thing that keeping me sane is the
belief that God is experienced and I hope that he will not allow anything
dangerous to happen to me. My breathing comes easily through the nose tubes and
urine continues to pass silently from my bladder to my stomach. Spit dribbles
out from around the gag. The butt plug feels comfortable and reminds me of all
the abuse that it has suffered.
Every part of me is aching -- my limbs are numb and my arse is without tone.  My
jaws ache from one gag or another and my nose, with its tubes, starts to feel
sore. I can no longer feel my balls as a heavy metal ring has been stretching
them all night. Even the catheter through my cock to my bladder is starting to
irritate. I feel movement and God lowers the pole and removes the straps so that
slowly some feeling comes back to my limbs. He slowly removes all my chains and
rope bindings and takes out the butt plug, but leaves the catheter, nasal and
stomach tubes in place.  God commands me to kneel and i do so without question.

I can see that the room is kitted out as some form of dungeon. Crosses, chairs,
chains, straps, hoods and whips are everywhere. In one corner a hangman's noose
hangs from a scaffold. I also notice expensive camera and video equipment and
suspect that last nights activities have been recorded on film.  God then pulls
a hood over my head and tightens it under my chin. The hood has no eye holes but
the mouth is open. He pulls the nasal tubes through the small holes over my
nostrils, allowing me to breathe. Without warning he stuffs ball gag in my mouth
and secures it around my head. Next I hear chains clanking as my wrists are
attached to chains hanging from the ceiling. I hear a ratchet noise as God pulls
on the free end of the chain and raises my wrists. Soon I am standing on my
toes, then higher still as I swing freely. My ankles are pulled apart and He
ties them to rings in the wall. My balls and catheter hang down between my
widely separated legs. The pain in my wrists is acute, but soon it becomes only
a dull ache as I hang there by my wrists, legs spread apart, hooded, collared
and gagged.  My bladder is full but I cannot piss since he clamped the tube that
drains into my stomach.
No amount of squirming around relieves the pain. My legs feel as though they are
about to split apart and my arms start to ache. I must have dozed off because I
wake with a start as a whip cuts into my back. I asp into my gag as more lashes
cut my back and thighs. Counting aloud up to twenty, each lash being more severe
than the one before, sweat pours from my body and drips onto the floor.

After twenty lashes I hang limply in my chains and can hear God breathing
heavily.  He throws ice cold water over me you hang there dripping God undoes
the catheter and I groan with relief as piss pours into my stomach.  God then
lowers me to the floor but I am unable to support myself and I crumple into a
heap. He releases my wrist chains but padlocks the cuffs behind my back and
leaves me there.  How much more of this can I take -- there must be a way out?
After and hour or so I find the strength to stand up but, realizing there is no
where to run to, especially naked and cuffed, I wonder what other possible ways
God can abuse me, and for how much longer.

God returns and makes me drink two large glasses of a protein drink, which
tastes good, but I also start to feel drowsy again. Fuck!
I am woken by the thud of booted feet coming down the staircase and find myself
spread eagled on the St Andrew's cross. The am released, but my feet and knees
are tied together and my arms are tied to my chest. God produces a noose and
places it firmly around my neck and cinches it tight and I relieve the pressure
on my neck by standing on tip toe but eventually I take the pressure around my
neck. Amyl is produced and held to my nose and as my head starts to swim I feel
the rope tighten, and tighten and I start to lose consciousness - the last thing
that I remember is my feet leaving the ground as I jerk upwards. The next thing
I know I am lying on the ground with the noose loosened and the gag out, but am
still bound and cuffed.

I have no idea how long I was out. Once again, I wake up to silence in the room,
fixed to the St Andrew's cross, gagged  and with a neck collar anchoring me to
the cross, and my feet are fixed on to foot rests.. There are straps around my
legs and three straps across my chest and stomach, so that I am unable to move.
My arse feels empty, although judging by the amount of wind that I am passing I
must have been fucked by several men while unconscious.  I hung there through a
long night (or at least I thought that it was night) regularly woken by pain in
my cock, and balls, and in my arse as my muscles relaxed. My arms were numb and
I had no feeling in my fingers.

God wheeled over a trolley and unwrapped a set of surgical instruments and
needles, plus what i thought was a dermal punch.  I cried into my gag, guessing
what was to come, and sweat started to run down my arms and legs. My mind was
working overtime wondering what he had in mind.

My nipples were each cleaned with a sterile wipe and after I was shown large
needles, one was through each nipple. As I learned later, the holes made were
not the small ones that you get done in a studio:  these were huge holes and
extra large rings were painfully inserted - it was some time before the searing
pain subsided.  God's then used pliers to insert balls into the open rings.
"When these are healed we will stretch them us and then permanently close the
rings".  I could do nothing but think about what size he wanted the rings to be.

I could then feel the catheter being removed from my urethra.  Fuck did it sting
and I had an involuntary need to piss -- which I did all down my legs. The pain.
My cock was then washed and God took hold of it, opening up my piss slit at the
same time. Another even large needle was held p for me to see - Ihad not seen
such large needles before and groaned into my gag. I took several deep breaths
as the assistance thrust the needle through my piss hole and out the back of my
cock:  I had never known such pain but he worked on, regardless of my groans and
screams inside the gag, and pushed a huge PA ring in through the head of my
cock.  I had forgotten altogether about the pain in my nipples; the dull
throbbing in my cock commanded all my attention.  My head was released enough
for him to work on my ears and with a dermal punch he made an 8mm hole in each
lobe and inserted an open ring. "That will do for now".


A clamp was put on the bridge of my nose and a needle pushed through   - I could
make out the sheaf as he removed the needle and inserted a bar.  A ball was
tightened at each end and then a hole was punched in my septum and a large ring
inserted. Blood trickled into my mouth and I could feel the septum ring sitting
on my top lip.

I was given a protein drink and then released and pulled over to the cage, where
John was: he had been watching everything that had been done to me and I was
pushed in next to him. With the pain that crying through every part of my body
and my mind totally fucked, I was in no position to argue with him and just
settled down on the bared floor as best I could and snuggled down next to John,
who put an arm round me and mouthed, Sorry".