Danny is put through a series of pain endurance tests as part of his retraining.
Danny O's Ordeal - Chapters 19 & 20
by steve mchalperin
Series: Danny O's Ordeal
Chapter 19: Pain Conditioning
Gerry stripped off his uniform blouse and the other three men followed his lead. Then he removed his boots and uniform pants. The other three did the same. So now there were four big guys wearing only white jockstraps and one naked victim. Gerry’s jock pouch was already bulging; only he knew the full agenda that was to come.
“Let me explain the program,” he said to the others. “Our objective is to put the trainee in severe pain by way of various wrestling holds. Danny’s objective is to take the pain, but also try to escape.” Then he addressed Danny directly: “This will require all of your ability to concentrate, even despite the pain. You will have to keep in control of yourself, your mind and your body, and keep trying to escape. It doesn’t matter how much you hurt or scream, you must continue to try to get loose. That’s the test. If you succumb to the pain and lose control, you fail. If you keep resisting and trying, that’s how you pass.”
“There’s more,” Gerry continued: “Mr. Payner has authorized a huge bonus to any man passing the test. He mentioned what happens if you fail; you do get a hefty severance. But if you pass, you will get thousands of dollars in an immediate bonus, plus a generous increase in your regular salary. There’s a lot of money at stake here, Danny, as well as continued employment with the company.”
At that moment Payner showed up. Another guard was carrying his folding chair. Payner walked over to Danny and eyed him up and down, relishing the young man’s muscular build and manly plumbing. Danny’s chest hair was getting thicker since Jake had agreed not to shave his sub. The two metal rings glinted in the bright lights of the gym.
“Show us what you got, boy. Make us proud to have you on board!” he said, but then he turned away and walked over to his chair.
Gerry resumed control. “The first test is simple but useful for this training. Danny, lie down on the mat on your back and spread out your hands and legs,” he ordered.
Danny slowly lowered himself to the center of the mat on his back. OK, now it begins, he thought. His dick reacted to the imminent promise of pain by getting half hard. Gerry sat down by Danny’s left arm, centering Danny’s arm between his legs. He ordered one of the trainers to do likewise on Danny’s other side. Then he told the remaining two to position themselves on their knees at Danny’s ankles.
“Now, put your feet against his body like this,” Gerry told the man stationed at Danny’s arm. Gerry put one foot against Danny’s neck and the other against his side just below the young man’s arm pit.
“Grab hold of his wrist,” Gerry ordered, picking up Danny’s wrist in his own hands. “You two guys at his feet, grab his ankles and hold on tightly.”
“Here’s the drill. Tom over there and I are going to stretch out Danny’s arms by pulling on his wrists. We’re in position to exert tremendous pressure on him, almost like he’s on a rack. You two down there are to slowly pull his legs apart, farther and farther apart. This will put pressure on his hips and hamstrings.”
Then he addressed Danny again: “The test is for your to resist and try to get free of our grips. We’re going to hold on tight, so you’ll really have to try hard, without stopping for an instant. That’s the test. You stop struggling and really trying, you fail. You keep your head about you and resist, you pass. And you get all that money, plus fame and glory,” he added at the end with a slight smirk. “If I were you, Danny, I’d go for the money and bag the fame and glory,” he finally laughed. “Feel free to scream.”
Then he started to pull outward on Danny’s wrist. The other three bent to their tasks and Danny’s body started to get racked, not by a wooden medieval machine, but by the pure muscle of four very big guys. Danny immediately started to twist and turn. His abs, pecs, and shoulders mounded and writhed in the effort to escape. He had to show them he could take it.
His shoulders and elbows immediately started to ache as the tendons were stretched beyond normal bounds. His legs were now splayed at an incredible angle, make his hips burn in pain. He could feel the stretch in his hamstrings. His right thigh started to quiver. There was no escaping the mounting pain. He had to continue to struggle and writhe on the mat, despite the futility.
Then he started to scream. The large gym room echoed his full throated cries of pain. His arms were getting ripped off and his legs felt like they were going to pop free of his hip joints. “A-a-a-h! A-g-h! No-o-o-o!”
Despite screaming in agony, Danny continued to struggle and make an effort to escape the strong grips on his wrists and ankles. He twisted, turned, jerked and spazed in a spectacular display of muscular energy and determination. All four of the men were covered in sweat, making sure their grips remained true as they increased the pressure on young Danny’s limbs. Gerry and the other guy on his arm had to bend over backwards in their sitting position to exert maximum pull on his arms. The two guys on his legs continued to spread his ankles farther apart, inch by inch, causing exponential pain in his hips and thighs.
What the other four guys saw immediately and which Danny was unaware of, was that he had a rigid hardon sticking up from his crotch like a flag pole. It glistened in the bright gym lights. Small drops of liquid pulsed from the engorged sex tool.
His screaming took on an animal edge. Danny was having doubts about his ability to carry on. The red ocean of pain was swamping his brain and he was losing focus. He redoubled his efforts to escape, finding hidden reserves of strength. He screamed from his throat and inside his head. He could barely breathe, gasping for breath between his wild animal attempts to escape.
On a signal from Gerry, the four torturers let go of Danny’s limbs. Danny could scarcely believe the torment was over, but the pressure on his arms was suddenly gone and his legs automatically came closer together, closing in from their wild angle apart. For some reason he continued to thrash and flail, as if he still had to escape. He was acting like a frantic robot, blindly following a wild program – which was what he had, in effect, steeled himself to do. His resolve was to continue to resist and show efforts to escape so he would pass the test.
Nobody said a word for several minutes. Heavy breathing all around was the only sound as all five of the men recovered from their extreme exertion, Danny, of course, most of all. His dick was still rock hard and still dripping precum.
Finally Gerry spoke up: “OK, sport, you have passed test number one. Just a few more to go and you’ll be done.”
Danny perked up. “What?” he said loudly, raising his head from the mat. “More? Wasn’t that the freakin’ test?” Then he hastily added “sir.”
“Two more rounds, boy,” Gerry answered. “And you won’t like either of them.”
Danny dropped his head back to the mat and groaned from the pain in his joints.
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Chapter 20: Ding! Pain Conditioning Round 2
Gerry continued his announcement: “The first test involved stretching, and you took it well. The second test involves compression. We are going to put you in various leg scissors and press down hard. Just like the first time, you have to try to escape despite the pain. It’ll be rough but we all think you can take it. To begin, I want you to stand up. Ted, why don’t you give him a hand?” he said to one of the other guys.
Big Ted extended a paw and helped Danny to his feet. He normally would be slightly embarrassed standing there surrounded by guys and his cock bobbing in the breeze, but he was getting used to being naked in a small group of on-lookers, most of whom themselves had boners tenting out their jock pouches in a very non-subtle way.
“OK, guys, now we all lie down on the mat on our sides and line up to match different parts of Danny’s body. I’ll take the neck. Ted, you take his chest. Tommy, his stomach, and Derek you line up where his thighs might be.”
The four guys lay down on the mat, three of them facing Gerry. “OK, Danny, now you stretch yourself out between our legs.”
Carefully Danny lowered himself to the mat. Everything ached when he moved. The four guys were on their sides and each one raised his upper leg up. Danny gingerly positioned himself so his neck was on Gerry’s lower leg and Gerry lowered his leg to put Danny’s neck in a leg scissor. Then Ted did the same, putting a scissor hold on Danny’s chest, locking his ankles together. Tommy adjusted his position so he was on Danny’s lower stomach and folded his legs around Danny torso. Big Derek moved down a few inches and then put Danny’s thighs in the final scissor hold.
“OK, gents, here’s the drill. I’m number 1, Ted is 2, Tommy is 3, and Derek is number 4. Make sure your ankles are firmly locked. When I call out your number, you will crank down on the scissor hold and compress that part of his body. Hold the scissor for as long as you want, but not more than a minute or so. Make him suffer!”
At this point Danny was terrified. He’d been in scissor holds before; they were brutal. The full force of a guy’s big thighs were used to badly compress the opponent’s body part. It hurt particularly on the neck and stomach. These were softer parts, easy to compress. The chest was rough as the ribs gave some pushback and support, although it was very hard to breathe. A scissors on the thighs wasn’t all that bad. It hurt, but the big leg muscles and bone could take it. What he had never experienced was FOUR simultaneous scissors. It seemed insane, totally beyond the pale of any wrestling he had ever done, saw on TV, or even heard of. This was nuts! And they really were going to do it.
He started to panic when he realized his arms were included in the chest and stomach scissors; he couldn’t move them. But then the steely control kicked in and he calmed down. Let them give me their best! He thought. I can take it!
“Remember, Danny,” Gerry said to him, “You have to try to escape. That’s going to be hard, I know, but that’s the test, just like the first time. Show me you got the guts to take it!”
Then he called out: “Number 1!” He locked his ankles and slowly compressed his thighs on Danny’s neck in a classic neck scissors.
Danny started struggling as soon as the pain escalated. He was immobilized between the four sets of thick legs just as securely had he been strapped to a bondage board. He could do little except twist and turn, but he was determined to twist and turn for dear life.
Then Gerry shouted: “Number 2!” Ted started to compress Danny’s big chest. The move instantly interfered with his breathing and the pain racked up fast. The only consolation was that Gerry had released pressure on his neck.
Then he heard “Number 3!” and Tommy put the squeeze on Danny’s stomach, pressing the young man’s abs in as hard as he could. This was the classic position for a scissors lock because it could do so much damage. This really hurt and Danny started to yell. “A-a-a-h! A-ah!” reverbed in the room. Tommy held the lock for a good minute, exerting his strength in waves of strong compression. Danny started to scream from the agony.
“Number 4” rang out and a strong compression was put on Danny’s thighs. It was thigh on thigh, one set of thick muscles trying to brutalize an identical set on the other guy. Danny continued to try to twist. His face was screwed up in a wince from the pain in his legs.
Gerry then rotated through the numbers again, beginning with his number 1. “Hold the locks longer, guys!” he yelled to his cohorts. He followed his own advice and Danny was beginning to get dizzy from the lack of blood flow through his neck. He groaned from the pain until Gerry finally released the hold.
Big Ted did a job on Danny’s chest, holding the compression and forcing Danny to take quick, shallow breaths as he gasped for air to scream with. Tommy repeated the agony on his abs. Danny said later it felt like his navel was pushing against his spine. The result was pure torment. He thought he was going to throw up, but the sensation passed.
Then the leg compression again, this time with more force and for a longer time. Despite the blizzard of pain swirling in his brain, Danny managed to move and twist in the human bondage, showing he was trying to escape.
Gerry held the neck scissors a tad too long. Danny blacked out and everyone released their vicious holds on his body. Tommy ran for the first aid kit for the smelling salts.
Danny’s brain was forced to wake up from the pungent odor, but he was completely disoriented.
“Where the fuck am I?” he asked groggily. “What happened? Why do I hurt so much?”
Gerry patiently explained what had happened, what he had experienced. He apologized for making him pass out, but also congratulated him on passing this second test so well.
“You did good, boy,” he said. “Real good! Mr. Payner will be very happy to hear this. He had high hopes for you and you’re meeting them in spades! Good job!”
In his confusion, at least Danny remembered the proper response: “Sir, thank you, Sir! Thank you very much, Sir!”
Gerry tousled Danny’s sweaty hair in a somewhat patronizing fashion. “Jake’ll be proud of you, too.”
All the neurons in Danny’s brain were finally back to normal and the whole scene came into focus in his head: Oh, yes, the testing. Gerry was in charge. And, he says I passed! That’s good news. And Jake, his Master.
“That’s the good news, boy,” Gerry cut in. “The bad news is that there’s one more drill you have to go through, but just one. This one is the last, I promise you,” he added.
Big deal, Danny thought. Big friggin’ promise – more pain. Good God in Heaven, what else can they think up to hurt me?