Nope

All I can see is blackness. I feel of my feet on the pavement so raw I hear the sounds of my friends laughing as they drive away in the headset. I feel the burning sensation in my shoulders and at this point, back and chest. I begin to shake. I feel a gentle breeze caress me everywhere as I stand and struggle chained to this lamp post. I feel the breeze start to pick up all around me. My body was bathed in this divine feeling that overtook me. This feeling was like my body screaming, "No!!! and Dear God!!!" at the same time. There was such tension from the stress of deciding to drop the bar or keep holding it even when I knew it wasn't giving me any cover in the wind. There was this blissfully torturous element of complete and total desperation that I would never wish on myself in 1,000 years. It was at times, more than I could endure yet had to endure it still. There was no escape. No end in sight.

The terror gave me adrenaline to hold this bar so much longer than I thought I could. Two things where true at the same time. There is no way I am going to decide to drop this bar and at some point, I am going to drop the bar. This embarrassed and aroused terror gave me strength but I was giving way.

Another full 2 minutes of gasping and giving way off and on and a lot of shaking and then... A sharp pain in my left shoulder took the decision out of my hands and my plan of going to my waist went out the window. I dropped the weighted long bar and with it the white bed sheet and my cover. The sound of metal hitting the pavement made a clink sound which I'm certain earned multiple people's full attention. I was so mortified that I didn't even take the blindfold off while I had a second, even though my arms and everything was beyond exhausted I yanked the bar back up to shoulder level and held it slightly shaking as the muscles burn.

I struggle for another minute or two and begin to faulter again. This is humiliating! I think to myself. How could they do this to me? How could they leave me here like this? What the fuck was I suppose to do? My mind and emotions starts reaching their breaking point along with my body. Inspite of my passing feelings of gushing humiliation and rage towards them, there was absolutely nothing I could do about the situation they put me in. I was so fucked and I was hopelessly ****.

I dropped the bar again, and again a loud clink. I imagined people walking towards the storefronts looking at me and staring with surprise, embarrassment, laughter and appaul. I imagined after the third drop that I am surely on people's social media and pray that no one called the cops yet.

I am burning, sweating, shaking and struggling. I reach for the blindfold after the 5th drop of the bar as I kneel naked in full view of the shopping center and parking lot. I struggle to lift my hand and think it is because my muscles where cramping so bad. I hear a clink and realize my wrists are cuffed to the long bar. I can't reach up to take off the blind fold. My hands can't leave this bar even after I drop it. I didn't even notice them putting those on me in the commotion.

I stand and lift again and struggle just to get it up to my shoulder level this time. I am burning all over and don't know what else the fuck I can do. I continue this off and on, off and on for quite a while. Taking longer rest times kneeling naked with burning muscles all over and a crimson red humiliation painting my face all over. I loose track of how many times I dropped the weight after 30. A while after 30. I struggled in my desperation off and on with no way out. I had one option and it would only work short term. Only sheer desperation was the only light at the end of my tunnel. I was so fucked.

Another 20 or 30 drops of the weight and I collapsed into a mess. I was sweating and burning and humiliated so totally and completely through and through. Literal tears where rolling down my face with all of the emotion of it. I was rock hard aroused and panting like a dog. I didn't know what I could even do with myself so I just rested in whatever position my ankle cuffs and hands cuffed to the bar would allow me. I couldn't imagine what people where thinking and feeling as they see me. I must have gathered quite and audience by this point, there was no questioning that. I was such a spectacle glistening out in the open air naked in the sun in front of everyone.