By lostouteast
John sipped from his large mug of coffee and looked away from his book at the monitor he had installed in his living room. John had made a token effort to read over the last hour, but had met with minimal success. After all, there was something far more interesting demanding John’s attention, namely the green tinged video feed showing a smooth boy struggling futilely in the dark against unforgiving restraints enforcing a stressful strappado position.
The sound of heavy breathing pulsed out of the baby monitor punctuated by the rattling of chains and low pitched groans. John silently noted that the chains had rattled more frequently in the last 15 minutes and that the pitiful moans of pain that followed had increased markedly in urgency. It wouldn’t be long now…
Jimmy’s shoulders were on fire. His arms were pulled so high up by the chain connected to the end of the leather arm binder that there was absolutely no way for him to stand up straight. This, however, did not stop Jimmy from occasionally trying, which jostled the weights hanging from the chain that linked the tit clamps biting into his nipples. The dance of the weights brought sharp bursts of pain that contrasted with the constant agony radiating from his shoulders and back. Jimmy had long given up on speaking; after the fifth jolt to the balls, he learned to suffer non-verbally, but by no means silently. His groans of pain were his only companion in the dark basement as he fought with himself over the only words that offered hope of relief.
He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. The idea of begging to suck cock was unfathomable. He had relented to John’s demands earlier under threat of electric shock, but calling a man “Sir” and begging to suck him off were worlds apart in Jimmy’s mind.
The only indication of the passage of time was the occasional pitter patter of sweat as it completed the journey from Jimmy’s head to the floor. No distraction from the pain in Jimmy’s shoulders. Nothing to shield him from the biting sensation in his nipples when he struggled to find the comfortable position that didn’t exist. Nothing to do but contemplate why, despite everything that was happening, he was still hard.
Then, it happened. The pain in Jimmy’s shoulders seemed to diminish. This was far from comforting, as it was immediately replaced by the prickly feeling that only accompanied loss of circulation. Feeble attempts to extend his fingers in their leather prisons confirmed Jimmy’s suspicions. A small seed of fear in Jimmy’s mind started to germinate, reigniting his attempts to escape his predicament. Jimmy could not have predicted the consequence of his partially successful attempts to bring blood back to his arms. The agony returned twentyfold and felt like it was being inflicted upon him for the first time. The weights that pulled at the tit clamps found new life, recommencing their torture on Jimmy’s sore nipples. Jimmy’s breathing quickened as his struggles took on a new quality of desperation. Soon, Jimmy’s labored groans of pain pierced the stale air of the dungeon with increasing regularity. He could no longer distinguish between the pain in his arms and the pain in his tits, between the silence that permeated his prison and the screams that Jimmy barely recognized as his own.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAGH…Sir… please…let this boy…suck your cock, Sir…”
Jimmy’s own words stunned him into silence. His face flushed with shame as he waited…
Meanwhile, John continued to sip his coffee. He had heard the words he wanted to hear, but was in no rush to get downstairs. After all, a slave boy’s lot in life is to wait for his master; John thought he might as well get the one he had downstairs used to that reality. It took two more refrains of the magic words to get John to rise from his seat and slowly descend the stairs.
Jimmy stirred in his restraints as he heard John’s booted feet descend the stairs leading to the basement dungeon. Waves of relief washed over Jimmy as the door creaked open, allowing a band of light to pierce the darkness of the room. As John approached Jimmy, he slowly unfastened his codpiece, the snaps echoing the soft thud of each step. John’s hard cock sprang forth just as John came to stand right in front of Jimmy, who felt the hefty meat slap the crown of his head. He felt John manipulate the posture collar, and his head slumped forward for the first time in what felt like an eternity.
“Well? I seem to recall hearing a boy beg me for this.”
John grabbed a fistful of hair and brought Jimmy’s gaze to his throbbing member.
“Open up, boy.”
Jimmy stared at the key to his freedom for a brief moment, his mind trying to find some alternative, but his arms and nipples demanded release, and Jimmy could not deny them. He let his jaw hang down, and closed his eyes, wanting no visual memory of what was to come. John pushed his cock in slowly; he wanted Jimmy to feel every bulging vein as his cock explored Jimmy’s mouth for the very first time. Jimmy’s tongue retreated as it felt the invasion of John’s cockhead until Jimmy’s gag reflex kicked in, causing him to sputter saliva around John’s meat.
“Actions speak louder than words, eh, boy? I’m rather unconvinced.”
John withdrew his cock in a swift smooth motion, wiping it on Jimmy’s face.
“Doesn’t seem like you want it badly enough.”
John reached toward the tit clamps connecting Jimmy’s nipples and removed the weights. Jimmy breathed a sigh of relief, but it was soon chased by a haggard scream as John removed the tit clamps without any warning, sending waves of agony through Jimmy’s now highly sensitive nipples.
“Oh you don’t want them off? I can fix that…”
Rubbing Jimmy’s nipples between his fingers, John replaced each tit clamp, rotated a quarter turn from their original positions. Jimmy’s field of vision narrowed as the hot white pain in his nipples, now worlds worse, nearly blinded him.
“Sir, no, Sir. Please, Sir… I’m losing circulation in my ar- GAAAAAAAAAGH”
Jimmy was quickly reminded that John still held the remote to the electricity wired up to Jimmy’s balls.
“I think I’ll go back upstairs and finish my coffee while you figure out how to prove to me that you really mean what you say.”
John cruelly dropped the two weights back on the chain between the tit clamps, squeezing a fresh grunt of pain from Jimmy. A hand reached between Jimmy’s spread legs, collecting a bead of precum from Jimmy’s dripping cock on his finger. John held it in front of Jimmy’s face just long enough for Jimmy to register the incriminating evidence of his own arousal before wiping it purposefully on Jimmy’s cheek.
“Besides, it looks like blood is still flowing to your cock. If you were as eager as that thing between your legs seems to be, I might have considered making your life a bit easier. It’s going to take a bit more convincing now.”
As John turned his back, Jimmy’s desperation reached new heights. Whereas he had withdrawn from his captor’s touch earlier, Jimmy now seemed to lurch violently after the leather-clad figure in front of him.
“Sir, please let this boy suck your cock, Sir. Sir, PLEASE let this boy suck your cock, Sir. PLEASE!”
Without uttering a single word, John closed the door behind him and re-installed the heavy padlock on the door. As the desperate refrain faded slowly with John’s ascent up the stairs, a private smile crept across John’s face.
No… It wouldn’t be long at all…