Gloryhole Doesn't Go As Expected 3 - Longest Short Week Ever & Beginning of Thursday Night (Slow/ Build Up) [Femdom] [FFm] [CNC] [Ballbusting] [Chastity] [Humiliation]

This is my third entry of a series of journaling exercises I am doing based on my poor decision to visit Trixie at the Bondage Barn.  If you are just reading for the first time I will quickly recap.  

My first visit to the Bondage Barn was a little over nine months ago during a work trip.  A beautiful young little deviant named Trixie was working the front desk of a funky little sex toy shop called the Bondage Barn.  As the morning unfolded she showed me to their glory hole in the back, where she gently coerced me to place my cock and balls through the gap.  She locked a bar across my scrotum pinning my balls to the wall on the other side.  Once I was locked in place she had her way with me for nearly an hour, beating my balls silly and finishing the session with one of the most mind blowing orgasms I had ever experienced.  I limped back to my hotel in a daze, balls aching and empty, I was spent.

My second entry was just under a week ago, roughly nine months after the first incident.  Trixie not only left a mark on me mentally, but physically as well.  That first session unlocked something in me that I couldn’t shake.  When the opportunity arose at work to visit the same town again, I leapt at the chance.  Luckily enough, the Bondage Barn was still there and Trixie was still working there.  This time I (bashfully) initiated the glory hole session to which Trixie happily obliged.  The session played out similar to the first one, however this time it resulted in two mind blowing orgasms and a much more intense ballbusting regimen.  Before releasing me however, this time she slapped a small titanium chastity cage on me and kept the only key.   

**THE LONGEST SHORT WEEK EVER**

So now you are all caught up.  It's been about four days since my second session with Trixie at the Bondage Barn and I have been fighting this chastity cage ever since.  Up until my second rendezvous with Trixie Monday afternoon I had never even heard of a chastity cage let alone experienced one.  To me it was hell.  First off, right away it caused a great amount of discomfort.  With my swollen and sore balls locked between the two lower metal rings it forced them to stand out from my body and away from safety.  They seemed to rub up against my boxers/pants constantly.  Since my balls were incredibly tender and sensitive after their merciless beating this caused every little touch to resonate with pain.  

The remainder of that first day was also hell - I’m glad I had the remainder of the day off of work.  I spent most of it with my pants off sitting in the hotel room and nursing my bits back to health.

Tuesday I was back at work.  I had to visit the factory we did business with.  My balls were still very tender and still a bit swollen.  I first tried to put on my khakis but the chastity cage protruded too much.  I didn’t want to call any attention to my junk so I opted to put on some bulky work jeans.  This concealed the cage a little better but at the same time the heavy material had some added pressure against my poor aching testicles which caused me discomfort all day.  

There wasn’t a minute that went by where I wasn’t thinking about my locked up cock and aching balls.  Which in turn made me think about Trixie and the two amazing ballbusting sessions which fueled my horniness.  I would begin to get aroused, my cock would grow and fight against the cold and unrelenting metal cage which caused me pain right away, discouraging the erection in the most direct and painful manner.  I would quickly try to focus on something else until my cock would wither and shrink, returning to its resting state.  It would be all well and good until I had to move or shift again, refreshing the pain in my testicles, and starting the vicious cycle all over again.

By lunch I already had a small pool of precum forming in my boxers from the dozen or so partial erection cycles I had thinking about Trixie and the pain in my balls.  Every time I had to use the restroom, I had to grab a stall and sit to pee as my precum and the cage caused the urine to take an unpredictable path but doing so gave me a little privacy to inspect the state of my…affairs.  Finally, after a couple dozen more semi erection cycles the end of the work day had arrived and I was soaked with precum.  I skipped out of the factory a little earlier than I normally do and dodged my local contacts at the factory as best I could so I could make a hasty getaway.  I was only stopped twice and both of those exchanges I was able to get out of relatively quickly without causing too much suspicion.  I hobbled out to my rental car and sped back to my hotel room.

Back at the hotel I closed the curtains, shot off my shoes and stripped out of my jeans in a flash.  I turned up all the lights and began to closely inspect my package.  My balls remained swollen and tender, and now took on a slightly darker hue.  Thankfully they were warm to the touch so I knew that blood flow was fine at least.  My cock was a little larger than it normally was at rest, likely had some blood still pumping inside.  A sticky precum residue was all over the metal at the top of the cage and around the head of my cock.  

*Fucking Trixie,* I thought to myself.  It was such a strange mix of emotions looking at my strained, sticky cock and dark, swollen balls confined by this small titanium, unrelenting cage.  Here I am, this strong, six foot one tall man under the complete and utter control of a five foot nothing, squishy and sassy young woman.  She owned my manhood with just a tiny little key.  It was humiliating.  I was ashamed.  And yet, at the same time, it was quite erotic.  Not only did she take up real estate in my mind with the amazing ballbusting session but now she literally had my cock caged up and under her control at all times.  *Fuck*!  

The thoughts of her owning my cock began the erection cycle once more.  This time I leaned into it since I was now alone.  Sure, she had the metal cage on my cock preventing a full erection but I wasn’t going to let it defeat me.  I was going to get off.  I grabbed the cage between my thumb and forefinger and began to move it up and down so it rubbed ever so slightly against my growing cock.  It felt so good, that is for just a couple seconds.  My cock grew immediately in response and quickly took up any free space that remained in the cage, now I was in pain once more.  Bits of my cock were pressing out between the rings and my member began to bend in the most painful way.  *Owe owe owe owe.  Fuck!*

As painful as my erection was, I was bound and determined to have an orgasm.  Not only did I want to get off, I needed to.  Sex was all I thought about and I had one of the worst cases of blue balls as a result.  Moving the cage was a bust, how about I try to rub the underside of my cock head.  That was no good either, the metal rings that went up the shaft of the cage were denser around the cock head, I couldn’t even touch the skin of my cock head aside from the little bit of my urethra that peaked out through the hole in the tip.  *Nope, that ain’t working.*  

As a last ditch effort I gave the cage a light little slap, hoping to feel something, anything!  It wasn’t much but I felt it a bit.  I slapped again, not bad but not great either.  I had to be careful how I tapped on the cage.  I didn’t want to do too much and irritate my tender balls.  I worked at it a bit and figured out a quick, light, fluttering tapping technique that started to feel kind of good.  *Could this work?  Possibly.*  I tippy tapped on that cage furiously for what seemed like 20 minutes or more, each time I felt any kind of pleasure start to rise up it crashed back down to earth with the pain in my straining cock winning out.  This was a losing battle and I finally had to throw in the towel.  

I put on my PJs, went to work on the snacks and booze in my room’s mini bar, and passed out, tipsy and unfulfilled.  

**WEDNESDAY**

Wednesday morning came up quick.  I had dreams of Trixie all night and left another small puddle in my boxers as a result.  I got up to brush my teeth and start my day.  I rinsed off my electric toothbrush, applied a dab of toothpaste, brought the toothbrush into my mouth before flicking it on.  The toothbrush buzzed to life and began cleaning my rear molars when it hit me like a bolt of lightning straight to the brain.  *This toothbrush vibrates pretty aggressively, perhaps it can get me off*.  I quickly finished brushing my teeth, rinsed and dried the brush, and ran over to my bed in a hurry.  I flung down my PJ pants and got right to work.  

I turned on the toothbrush once more and pressed the back of the brush head against my cage.  Blood immediately began to flow to my cock in response to the gentle vibrations.  Shortly after it had outgrown its space and began to strain.  The light pulsing was just not enough.  I then tried using the base of the toothbrush against the cage, but this seemed to have little to no increased effect.  After five minutes or so of gyrating my hips and cage against my electric toothbrush I knew it wasn’t going to win.  So I gave up and tossed the toothbrush to the side.  Defeated, I decided to continue about my day.

I showered thoroughly and got dressed as I do every day, paying close attention to the cage.   I wanted to get it very clean while at the same time trying to avoid getting any water in the locking mechanism itself.  It was also a pain to get fully dry as some parts seemed to make constant contact against my body or were hard to reach with a towel.  I ended up using the hotel room’s hair dryer for finishing touches (heat off of course).  I got dressed and headed back to work at the factory, wearing another pair of heavy bulky jeans once more.  

Wednesday’s work went about just fine.  A little easier than the day before.  Even though I had the worst case of blue balls ever, my balls weren’t nearly as sore anymore so the discomfort was minimal.  I was able to cut my erection events down in half and only had a small amount of precum in my underwear by the end of the day.  For dinner I went out for drinks and food at the hotel restaurant where I got DRUNKKK.  I figured it was fruitless to try and get off, might as well drink the night away.  I stumbled back to my room and that was that.

**THURSDAY**

Finally, Thursday morning had arrived.  My cock and mind were still coming to terms with the merciless metal cock cage that Trixie had so maliciously installed without my permission but I feel like I started to get a handle on myself.  I hardly thought about it as I got ready for the day.  I did however think about Trixie, it was Thursday after all.  

Throughout my shower I ran through all the different scenarios for how the night would go.  *Would she only agree to unlock me if I submitted to her glory hole once more?  How would that go?*  She only got more sadistic going from the first to the second time in the glory hole - I can’t imagine a third.  *Could my balls even take it?*  It had only been 3-4 days and I wasn’t sure if they were fully healed after all, especially being so full with cum, so much so that precum leaked at my every movement!  *Would she hold the key for ransom?  What does she want: $100?  $200?  $1,000?  Or More?  Maybe she just wants to extort me?  Maybe she wants me to do something terrible for her?  After all, why Thursday?  Why make me wait?*  

I turned down the temperature of the water to snap me out of my train of thought, if you will.  That seemed to do the trick just fine.  I focused on the cold instead and finished up my routine.  Dressing for work was a little tricky.  I was out of bulky jeans since my other two got wet with precum and I had been so caught up in the cage I forgot to request laundry service.  So today it looked like I was stuck wearing my last pair of pants, thin khakis. *Great*.

The last day of work in the factory was fine.  Even though I felt like the cage buldged out, I don’t think anyone really noticed.  Or if they did notice I never caught anyone glancing at my package.  I barely had any erection events over the course of the day, mostly because I was so embarrassed to still be stuck in this cage and felt like the world could see it.  I focused on my work as best I could and wrapped the project up in record time.  I left work in the early afternoon and got back to my hotel room with plenty of time to spare before I met up with Trixie at the Bondage Barn at 8pm.

I got back to my hotel room and noticed the time on the alarm clock, 3:30pm.  Dang, It’s still four and a half hours before meeting up.  I went downstairs to the hotel bar once more to get a snack and have a couple drinks to take the edge off.  After finishing up at the bar roughly an hour later, I headed back upstairs to my room, kicked off my shoes and flicked on the TV.  An old black and white western was on, one of my favorites.  I slid back on the bed and got comfy.  What felt like just a few moments later I woke up in a daze.  Crap, I must have passed out (I hadn’t been sleeping well all week).  The TV had another western on but this one was in color.  Shit, how long was I out.  I checked the clock, 7:50pm.  SHIT, I’m late.  It takes a good 20 minutes to get there.  I gargle some mouthwash to freshen up, throw on a light jacket, grab my keys and dash to my car.

**BONDAGE BARN VISIT #3**

I pulled up to the Bondage Barn at 8:14pm and there are two other cars in the lot, one was Trixie’s Toyota and a black Nissan.  The light of the day is fading and the storefront is no longer lit up.  There’s a warm glow coming from inside the front of the store but the sign on the door has been flipped over to say ‘CLOSED.’  Not happy about arriving late, I wanted to at least be on time or early as not to upset Trixie.  I survey the parking lot once more and do not see any people in the two cars nor any other cars.  I get out of my car and walk up to the building to peer inside.  I place my face against the glass and hold up my hands on either side of my face to block out any glare and get a better look inside.  

At the front counter I see two women on stools chatting and getting on.  Trixie facing in my direction towards the door and another woman with jet black hair in a ponytail facing away from me, possibly the same woman I was infatuated with from before, my cock began to twitch.  *Down boy - keep it together just a little bit longer.*  I pulled at the door but it was locked so I lightly rapped on the glass to get their attention.  Trixie looked away from her friend and noticed me almost immediately and smiled a large toothy grin.  Her friend with the black hair whipped her head around and made eye contact with me also, it was the same girl from Monday.  *God she is gorgeous.*  They got up from their stools and finished exchanging a couple words before reaching the door.

Trixie opened the door and looked very pretty as usual.  She was wearing a sundress for a change.  It had big green and blue flowers all over it.  Of course she still had on her iconic black go-go boots which seemed a little out of place for anyone else, but for her it worked.  The dress showed a considerable amount of cleavage and resting on the crack of her beautiful voluptuous breasts rested a key, my key, hanging by a small chain around her neck.  She wore her shoulder length, dirty blonde hair down and had on some fairly heavy makeup (blue/green eyeshadow to match her dress with bright red lips). 

Her friend came through the door behind her and was all in black once again.  She had on pointed black suede knee-high boots, a flat black, pleated mini skirt which barely covered her ass and a plain black, tight-fitting, shirt with a fair amount of cleavage although she was not nearly as endowed as Trixie (b-cups maybe c-cups).  She also had on a small, shiny, black leather coat with lots of studs and spikes on it.  The darkness of her attire really made her pale white skin and black tattoos stand out.  

Now that I was a little closer I could see that the tattoo I noticed earlier in the week, the one going up her neck was some sort of very detailed dragon that went across her chest briefly and possibly down her side to finish god knows where.  It was actually really cool.  It looked intricate yet menacing at the same time.  She also had bright red lips, black eyeshadow and all of her nose, lip and eyebrow piercings on full display.  She was easily an 11/10 and the way she carried herself, the assertive confidence made her irresistible.

“How’s it going?” Trixie asked playfully.

“Oooooh, pretty good,” I replied bashfully.

Trixie’s eyes scanned me up and down, she smirked as she saw the bulge from my crotch.  “Khaki’s, huh?  Perfect!” 

I shrugged in reply.

“You kind of look like an old man in that outfit,” she jested.

I looked down and in a little bit of mild shock I noticed that she was right.  I had on my comfy black tennis shoes along with my light tan khakis and black polo shirt from work.  My light black coat didn’t help much either.  I should have put on nicer clothes or at least less dorky clothes compared to these two beautiful women.  I laughed nervously and conceded, “I kinda do. Haha”

“That’s ok, we can still have fun,” she smiled a large toothy grin once more.  Wasting no time at all she continued on, “Well, get in the car loser.  You are taking us girls out on the town tonight.  We aren’t all dolled up for nothing.”

Trixie must have picked up on my hesitancy because she grabbed at the key she wore around her neck and jingled it for emphasis.  The quirky request turned into a command as I remembered the cockcage that I wore.  

I blushed and relented, “Sure, where do you want to go?”

“Just get in the car, I don’t want any lip from you tonight.  Remember who’s in charge here.”  Trixie asserted.

“Yes ma'am!” I playfully responded.

“Don’t be cute or I can make this all way worse for you,” she said sternly.  “You will call me mistress or goddess when it's just us, but if we are in public and you are feeling shy just Trixie is fine.”  She looked over at her friend with the black ponytail and noticed that she had raised eyebrows and a large smirk on her face at Trixie’s comments. 

I had been humbled a bit and grew embarrassed when I saw how her friend had reacted.  I gulped down my pride with a dry swallow and decided I best play along.  “Yes mistress.”

“That’s better,” Trixie beamed.  “By the way, that’s my friend Rocks.  She will be joining us tonight.  She will also be referred to as mistress or goddess.”

“Um, just goddess,” Rocks corrected.

“Ok goddess in private, Rocks in public.”

“No Trixie, just goddess and only goddess,” Rocks corrected once more.

“Dang girl, ok.  I guess you can only refer to her as goddess.  You’d be best to remember that.” Trixie cracked.

I blushed some more, god I hope I don’t have to say that shit in public.  “Nice to formally meet you goddess.”

“Nice to meet you too.  Umm, what’s your name?”

“No names, we don’t need his name,” Trixie interjected.  “We can just call him ball bitch or bitch boy or boy.”  Rocks agreed by nodding her head.  “Ok, let's get moving.  Bitch boy, you are driving.  We are taking your car.  Rocks, you’ve got the back.”

**ENROUTE TO STOP #1**

We got in the car and I pulled up the GPS.  Trixie swatted away my hand and typed in our first location.  I saw the name ‘Clive’s Roadhouse’ appear on the screen and she hit go.  8.2 miles, 13 minutes away.  Not bad. We drove in silence for the first couple of minutes or so when curiosity got the better of me.  “Um goddess, goddess Rocks.  How did you get that name?  Is it short for something?” 

From the rear view mirror I could see her smile in response.  “Well yes.  It is short for Roxanne, but the name Rocks stuck back in highschool because I was such a ballbuster.  I was always kicking guys in the rocks.”  Trixie began to giggle in the front seat next to me.  “Where do you think Trixie learned it from?”

Trixie collaborated, “‘Tis true, I learned from the master.”  With that, Trixie reached over and smacked her open hand up between my legs, skillfully avoiding the chastity cage while making direct contact with my neatly presented testicles.

“Oooof,” I let out. That caught me off guard and I swerved a bit but quickly regained the lane.

“Careful, ball bitch.  You are going to need to focus if you want to make it through tonight,” Trixie warned.  

With that she placed her hand on my knee and slowly made her way up my thigh to the cage.  She flicked her hand at the cage so that a large ring on her finger made contact with the cage making a small TINK sound to which she giggled in delight.  She groped at the cage to make sure it was intact, then slowly worked her hand to the underside where her skilled fingers wrapped around my captive balls.  Slowly she closed her grip around my balls and began to gently squeeze.

“Focus ball bitch, focus.  Don’t take your eyes off the road.”  She began squeezing harder and my breathing quickened.  “Focus!  If you play along with Rocks and I, there's a good chance we will let you get off tonight and/or get you out of this cage.”  The squeezing intensified further, causing me to squint in response.  The lines of the road began getting blurry.  “Do you understand?”

“Mmmmhmmmm”

“You can do better than that.”  Trixie squeezed down hard and I nearly lost my breath.  It took everything in me to keep us on the road.

“Yes goddess.  Please goddess.  Whatever you want, goddess.”  I couldn’t think.  The words just came pouring out of my mouth, purely in reflex, desperate for relief and to protect my aching balls.

“That’s better,” Trixie responded, quite pleased with herself.  She let go of her death grip on my balls and the world slowly came back into focus.  I looked in the rearview mirror to see Rocks fully enjoying herself as well.  She appeared to find it all very amusing and in a way, she looked like she was getting turned on by it.  I’m not sure if it was the domination or the danger of being in the car with an impaired driver but she seemed to be getting off on it.  She was licking her lips as she laughed and rubbed her knees together tightly.

The last couple minutes of the drive went by much as it had begun, in silence.  Trixie was looking down at her phone grinning, messaging people.  I was in the front driving, trying to regain my composure while catching glances of Rocks in the backseat.  Everytime I looked back, Rocks was staring back at me in the mirror.  I don’t think she ever took her eyes off me.  Like a cougar watching its prey.  Her beauty turned me on but her demeanor was starting to trouble me.  I felt like I was in danger. 

**STOP #1: CLIVE’S ROADHOUSE (EXT)**

Finally we arrived at Clive’s Roadhouse.  I found a parking spot and shut off the car.  Hoping to score points I tried to do a gentlemanly thing and open their doors for them but they left me no time.  They were out of the car before I could even get over to them.  Shoot.  The three of us walk to the front door of the Roadhouse with the wooden facade.  Trixie in front, then Rocks, then me.  My eyes bounce between Rock’s ass and the cars and motorcycles parked out front.  Lots of bikers here, great.  There wasn’t much noise outside aside from some smokers around the side of the building.  I mostly just heard the crunching of the girls’ boots walking over the dusty dry gravel parking lot.  We reached the door but before Trixie could open the door Rocks turned around quickly, facing me.

“Let me check you out real quick before we go in,” Rocks asked.  I stood there and awaited inspection.  She wiped some dust off of my hip (probably from rubbing up against a car in the parking lot), then made her hands up my waist and over to my wrists.  She tugged at the fabric of the sleeves a bit, straightening them out.  “Mmmhmm,” she said.  She put her hands on my shoulders and dusted them off as well.  She rested both hands on my shoulders when she was done, before I knew it, she brought her sharp knee quickly up between my legs, kneeing me directly and unapologetically in the balls with considerable force.  

The impact knocked the wind out of me and caused me to stumble.  Her grip on my shoulders tightened, it felt like that of a large eagle attempting to carry off its prey.  With her grip on my shoulders she held me up while my knees shook and trembled, struggling to support my body weight.  She held me up for a few moments as I wheezed and tried to get my bearings.

“You good?” she asked without a drop of sympathy.

“I….I think so,” I struggled to let out.  She let go of my shoulders and I put my hands on my knees for a few more moments while I got my breath back.

“What do you say bitch boy?” Rocks quizzed me with a stern look on her face and her hands on her hips.

My brain fluttered for a moment, starved of oxygen and focused purely on the pain in my balls and stomach.  Finally it came to me and just in the knick of time as she was starting to get annoyed.  “Uhh, thank you…” I looked around a moment to make sure nobody was in earshot of this pathetic exchange.  “Thank you goddess.”

Rocks flashed a smile of satisfaction and knowingness.  She knew that I was completely under hers and Trixie’s control and was excited at the prospect.  This is the kind of woman that chews men up and spits them out and she was thrilled she barely had to do anything to get access to this boytoy for the night.  “Good boy, you can buy me a drink to show your gratitude.  Trixie too.”

I looked around once more, “Yes goddess.”

She turned back to face Trixie and Trixie opened the door.  The door swung open and we were greeted with warm yellow light and 80s rock music. The girls made their way into the bar and I obediently limped in behind them.