This choice: Playtime In Traveling Dungeon! • Go Back...Chapter #3Playtime In Traveling Dungeon! by: GrizzlyMike   I decide to pull my big rig to the side of the road and start time back up. I can see squirming under my raunchy underwear as the little punk is probably trying to escape. Of course he won’t be able to get out until I want him to as the underwear is tight around the car and weighed down by the car. I get up and close the curtains in the windows to provide complete privacy and lock the doors. I go back to my sleeper to get ready for the fun and games. I’ve got a huge truck, so the sleeper is quite spacious.
It’s not enough for me to be gigantic compared to my little toys. I like to torment them physically and mentally. I take off my shirt, revealing my massive musclegut, swollen biceps and hairy body. I pump my arms swelling them even larger and beat at my chest, growling like a bear. I squeeze into my pair of tight black leather pants. My cock makes an obscene looking bulge in the oversized pouch area. Next I slide on sharp studded leather wristbands and an ominous looking black executioner’s mask from a drawer by my bed.
I set up the table and grab a flat box from the corner. It is metal and unfolds. It has a bottom and three sides. The front and top are open. The inside is painted flat black and there are a couple holes in the walls. There are splatter marks on the walls and floor - mostly old seed that I sprayed on other playdates. I lean down and take a big sniff - mmmmmm - the smell of sex and domination is magnificent. Taking another box from storage, I open it up and get out the rest of my makeshift dungeon. There are metal eyelets that I screw into the walls. They have chains and cuffs hanging from them. The last thing to bring out were the instruments. They were all sized down to a four inch man. Shit was this going to be fun. The little fuck will piss himself when he sees me and this dungeon – grrrrr!
I pull out the iron maiden, open it up and place it in the back corner of this makeshift dungeon. There is one minor change I made to it. The spikes aren't long enough to kill right away and I have a hole in the top. I've been known to cum in the top although usually I just spit tobacco into it (cumming drowns them way too quickly). Next comes the stocks. I put that in the other corner of the room. The last thing was the table with restraining devices. I had what was called a “Tucker Telephone” device that had wires going down by the table.
Just setting all of this up was making my cock start to grow. Thinking of the things I planned to do got me so horny that I could feel the precum slopping out of my big cockhead. I went to get the fuckhead and his car. I could see him on top of his car screaming for help and trying to get out of the underwear. I brought him to the back, shut the door to the sleeper, turned out the light and fished him out of the underwear.
His struggling four inch body in my massive calloused hand got me even hornier. I dropped him in what I figured would be the middle of the dungeon and turned on one soft red light in the cabin. Leaning over the dungeon, I saw him first look up at my looming chest over him and hooded head. BOOOOO! I yelled down at him. The dumbshit passed out and pissed himself. I couldn’t stop laughing.
While he was passed out, I slowly shrank down, getting on the table when I was small enough. I shrunk down to about 10 inches – still a giant to my toy, but small enough to do what I needed to do. I undressed him and restrained him tightly on the cold metal table. Arms and legs stretched out to each corner of the table leaving him completely vulnerable. Next, I connected the wires. I took the ground wire and wrapped it around his big toe. The “hot wire” was the fun one. I wrapped it around the base of his balls first and then coiled it up his cock. The last thing I did was shove the last bit deep down his urethra. He was starting to come back, so I started growing again to my normal size.
Boy did he struggle when he saw me again. “Hey little shit – welcome to hell!” I got my face down close to him and let out a nasty long burp. Then I sneered as I slowly cranked the “phone”. An electric current shot through his body and he spasmed and cried out for mercy. Seeing the contortions on his face was so incredible. My cock was now so hard that I had to undo my fly and let out the beast. I hefted it in my free hand and laid down just the end of it on top of him. It totally dwarfed him. “I could crush you with this meat you little homophobe!" I lifted it off him a fraction and then let the bulk of it crash down on him. He bellowed as the air was knocked out of him. "But don’t worry, you won’t get off that easy – hehehe!” I left my cock on him and cranked a couple times slowly, "MMMMMMM, that feels good. That slight tickling of electricity in combination with your utterly pitiful convulsions feels great on my sweaty monster meat!" I lift my cock off him and get my face down close to see as I spin the crank a couple times. He screams and moans - begging to be freed. I give him a minute to catch his breath.
Then, as he started to calm down a bit, I decided it was time to tease and torment him again. “Hmmm, I think I need to make a call,” I said while smirking. Slowly cranking again, he started shaking. “Oh, it’s long distance, do I need to crank faster?” He yelled out “NOOOOOOOO PLEEEAAASSSEEEEE!”. I went back and forth between cranking slow and then a couple really quick ones. I was close to creaming watching him. Too bad, I ended up stopping. Figured it didn't make sense to torture him so much that he might pass out - ha.
I thought I might continue making calls for a while or try something different. Maybe I put him in the stocks and whip him a bit or fuck him with my massive pinky. Of course, the “rack” is always fun. I like tying them to my soft cock and then watch them get stretched as my cock engorges. So many ideas. Good thing I have as much time as needed!   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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