By hard slave

I entered his apartment at the appointed hour. He had left the door open for me as agreed. I walked in and silently strode past him as he spoke on a business call. I knew better than to interrupt or even expect an acknowledgement of my presence. He did not look up and i headed straight to the playroom.

A typed note he had left for me there provided very specific instructions. I was to strip naked and put on the leather hood and the single left-handed glove. Then i was to lie down on the floor and attach myself to the ankle and wrist restraints he had already secured to the eyehooks in the floor, leaving the gloved hand free.

I took off my suit jacket and loosened my tie. In less than a minute I was down to my boxers, which by then sported a huge tent pole of an erection. I pulled them down and out sprang my cock like a diving board just vacated by Greg Louganis. I secured my ankles then put the glove on my left hand and attached my right wrist, leaving the gloved hand free. I was now secured at three points, my body stretched across the floor.

According to the instructions I was to stroke myself with the free gloved hand until he got off the phone. What he hadn’t told me was that the black leather glove had tiny sharp metal points on the fingers and palms, making it extremely painful to lightly touch my erection let alone stroke it. But here is where my Master is a genius. He knew I would be horny upon entry. Getting naked and putting myself in bondage only made me more eager. He knew that eventually I would stroke myself with the gloved hand. It was simply a matter of time.

The more I lay there the greater my desire, as my erection strained upward, begging for contact. A couple of times i worked up enough courage to touch my dick lightly, but it almost felt like an electric shock when the sharp points made contact with my sensitive shaft. I quickly took my hand away and tried to focus on other things. In a few minutes I heard Master enter the room and rummage through his toy bag. Next i felt an excrutiatingly light touch on my straining cock. Master was teasing me with a feather, rubbing it along the front of my erection, making it throb with need. I struggled in my bonds and tried swatting the feather away with my free hand, but i was completely blinded by the hood, and Master would yank it away before I could grab it. He laughed at my efforts as he moved the feather just out of reach every time. He kept at it for a while, then grew bored and stopped. I heard him pull something else out of the toy bag. He attached something sticky to my balls, and I knew at once this would be a new level of torture.

He kept the electro unit on a low, pleasurable setting, and i relaxed a bit, enjoying the mild buzz of stimulation to my testicles. I expected it to switch to pain at any moment, but it never did. I heard Master leave the room just as the electro unit began to make my cock throb with desire. Suddenly I began to understand this latest round of torture. He wants me to use the glove, i thought. He wants me to jerk off and at the same time deliver pain to myself with those sharp needles.

I lay there resisting the temptation, trying to focus on anything but the relentless vibration in my groin. I breathed the hot air in the hood, the smell of sweaty leather only increasing the eroticism of my situation. I hadn’t cum for days, and he knew it. I was desperate for relief.

I tentatively touched my aching manhood. I cringed as the spikes made contact, but this time I forced myself to continue. Maybe if I just squeeze it gently a few times I can force myself to ejaculate. I increased pressure slowly as I held my breath. Squeeze, then release. Squeeze, then release. Not so bad, I thought. I soon got used to the discomfort of the metal spikes and tried to focus more on the pleasure of finally getting some pressure around my shaft. Soon I was giving myself short strokes, and as I built up momentum my hips began to move in silent partnership with my hand. The pain got worse, and I had to stop.

How much pain is a horny man willing to take to achieve orgasm? After a time I found it impossible to resist, and I stroked myself a few times as if using my bare hand. The pinprick points bit into my sensitive shaft and caused exquisite pain, but I could not stop myself. By the time i shot my three-day load, i was crying with pain. Master secured my free hand and rubbed alcohol on my shaft as i screamed into the hood and hopelessly strained against my bonds. Later that evening in the shower, i felt the soap burn the tiny cuts made by the glove. And I thought of Master and how soon I would return to him.

Metal would like to thank hard slave’s Master for doing this to him.