Martin is in trouble! Left naked and bound spread eagle on top of a table in a dark room, he can do nothing but await the return of Warden.
Left there by Warden naked on the table, exposed and vulnerable, Martin just couldn't help it... he was getting hard.
Martin tried desperately to think of other things. Anything other than his current situation. He was desperate to not get hard. Being left bound and naked like this was definitely not what he wanted - so he didn't feel that he should be turned on by it. Maybe being bound like this might be fun if it was a hot woman who was insisting on some bondage play as part of having sex together. But this 'Warden', although very attractive, he must admit, has shown no signs of that. She is ruthless and he dare not cross her for fear of the pain that then comes as a result. The shock collar he has locked onto his neck has rendered him completely helpless within her power. He won't forget the punishment that Warden dished out earlier. She wasn't even phased by it! She just kept pressing the button to punish him over and over knowing that doing so will keep him rolling around in pain naked in front of her for as long as she wanted. She had him exactly where she wanted him and there was nothing he could do. At least... not yet.
Martin was still convinced that at some point she would let her guard down. He would be able to take control of the situation and somehow then escape. But he certainly cannot with this shock collar on; that is for sure. Now was just not the right time, but that time would surely come. Martin thought again about the day he had experienced so far. Being forced to strip, being photographed, probed, attempting escape, then being punished for it and now being locked down to this table and left in this humiliating naked spread eagle position. He just couldn't work out how he had woken up in this complex in the first place. And why was he even here? He was 'nominated' Warden had said earlier. But what did that mean? And by whom?
It wasn't long before Martin could feel the weight of his penis. It was now rock solid and resting on his chest. He could feel the tip of his cock reaching his belly button and his balls felt bigger as a result of his getting hard. Left alone with his own thoughts, bound on the table in this spread-eagle helpless position meant there was no way to stop it. He estimated that he had been here for approximately 15 minutes now. He wondered how much longer he would be left like this.
Suddenly he heard a key in the lock. Martin shuddered. The door opened and a light switch was tuned on. The lights flickered and Martin squinted at the sudden light overhead.
"My, my, my, you are a big boy, aren't you Martin?" Warden said as she closed the door in a manner in order to completely embarrass him. "You do seem to enjoy being left down here alone in bondage like this. Well, that is, if your cock is any judge?"
She chuckled to herself at her observation and then stepped over and opened a cupboard behind Martin's head and lifted out an object. She then came back over to Martin and positioned herself at the bottom of the table, between his legs. Martin lifted his head up and looked down at her and he could see that she had a tape measure. His action proved to be a mistake.
"Oh, look at you!" she exclaimed. "Wow, that is magic! Stay just like that for me, Martin."
Warden had originally gone to the bottom of Martin to measure his rock-hard penis. When he looked up at her, she could see his penis in the foreground and Martin's face in the background across his ridged chest and body. She thought that this would make the perfect picture! She took out her phone. Martin then felt a hand grip his penis. She was lifting it up off his chest so that it would stand completely upright.
"Now Martin, you keep that cock upright for me," she commanded. "I know from experience that when it is hard that you guys can use your lower muscles to keep it sticking upright - at least for a few seconds anyway. That's all I need. And keep your head looking this way, Martin."
He realised what she planned to do. His instinct and natural surprise meant that his cock fell back down onto his chest.
"Martin! Do you want to be shocked again?" Warden asked angrily. "Because you know that I WILL shock you!"
Martin panicked at the threat by Warden and moved his body about and tried to get his cock to raise. He was still rock hard, but it was difficult. Warden saw him trying his best and she gave his penis a little nudge in the right direction. He was able to do the rest and hold it straight up.
"Now look at me, Martin" she teased.
Click! Click! Click! It was done.
As if she didn't have enough compromising photos of Martin already. Just when he thinks the shots she has taken can't get any worse - they always seem too!
She then held the tape measure up next to Martin's cock.
Click! Click! More photos.
"Wow, eight inches! You do grow well Martin, don't you?" she teased. "Okay, it's time to tidy you up a bit."
She walked over to the cupboard and put the tape measure away. She then grabbed some of the shaving implements that Martin had noticed on his way into the room earlier. Walking back around him, Martin began to feel nervous. She was now going to shave his cock and balls.
"Let's get you nice and smooth down here, shall we?" Warden asked Martin. Although it wasn't really a question.
Martin knew that he was helpless to stop this. He moved about in his bondage, but it was useless. There was nothing he could do. Warden turned on the battery powered shaver first and applied it to the area above his cock. She started shaving off the hair that was there and then moved down and around to the left, and then across to the right. More and more hair was being removed until finally she went around to his balls. She took Martin's penis in her hand and held it up so she was able to shave both around and under his balls without his cock getting in the way. Her touch was enough to keep Martin rock-hard. He was so embarrassed at this point. His cock and balls felt so big on his body. And he was much more self-aware of his nudity as a result. The shaving was making him feel even more naked than he already was.
"There we go," she said. "And now for the wet shave - hold still Martin!"
Warden went to the back of the room and filled up a bowl from the tap and dropped a flannel into the water. She brought the bowl back over to Martin along with some shaving cream and placed them on the table between Martin's legs. She took out a wet razor and dipped it in the water. She used the wet flannel to apply some moisture over Martin's cock and balls. She then added the shaving cream and then began shaving. She lifted his cock and gave it a few passes. The she went down onto his balls, moving around slowing and carefully. The razor was new and sharp, so it removed the remaining hair very easily. She used the flannel to remove any excess shaved hair. She continued until there was not a single hair left on Martin's cock and balls.
"Well, don't you look wonderful, Martin?" she asked, stepping back and admiring her work.
Martin was now only semi-erect. The experience was not one he was enjoying. Warden stood there for a moment, deep in thought, and then said,
"Maybe I should shave your head, legs and chest too? And even under your armpits! I could make you smooth as a baby, all over your body. Would you like that, Martin?"
