The room is awfully quiet as I re-enter it. I have left my recent capture for over an hour, tied to the bed with painful amounts of electricity coursing through his cock and balls.
He lays there, flinching and jolting as each new zap hurts him. He is no longer crying, no longer really struggling. I imagine it is taking everything he has to even stay sane in this torture.
I cross to the bed, placing a hand on his chest. He stiffens, only now becoming aware of my presence. He pleads from behind his gag.
Reaching behind his head I unbuckle it, freeing his mouth. He works his jaw for a moment, likely sore from the size of the gag.
“Do you have something to say to me boy?”
The electricity still pains him as he tries to vocalize what he must.
“Please, ahh... I submit.. aah, m.. master... Please… ah, just make it stop… please… sir”
He is defeated. I press a finger to his lips. He takes it, opening his mouth to allow me to explore it. I command him to suck. He does so obediently. I can see he is desperate, to make the pain go away, to please me.
I push the gag back into his mouth, securing it behind his head. Standing I reach for the little black box that controls his pain. I watch him below me for a moment, fighting the current, trying to maintain composure.
I turn the box up, not by a little, but by a lot. His scream echo through the room, muffled by the gag. He convulses and flails on the bed, pulling fruitlessly at his bonds.
I can hear him begging, pleading for me to stop. It won’t get him anywhere. Taking one last look at him, I leave the room. The door shuts, cutting off his cries of pain. It is quiet.
I set a timer for an hour. By then he will not only be compliant, but he will also be broken. A lump of clay for me to mold to my liking. I very much look forward to our time together.
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The room is awfully quiet as I re-enter it. I have left my recent capture for over an hour, tied to the bed with painful amounts of electricity coursing through his cock and balls.
He lays there, flinching and jolting as each new zap hurts him. He is no longer crying, no longer really struggling. I imagine it is taking everything he has to even stay sane in this torture.
I cross to the bed, placing a hand on his chest. He stiffens, only now becoming aware of my presence. He pleads from behind his gag.
Reaching behind his head I unbuckle it, freeing his mouth. He works his jaw for a moment, likely sore from the size of the gag.
“Do you have something to say to me boy?”
The electricity still pains him as he tries to vocalize what he must.
“Please, ahh... I submit.. aah, m.. master... Please… ah, just make it stop… please… sir”
He is defeated. I press a finger to his lips. He takes it, opening his mouth to allow me to explore it. I command him to suck. He does so obediently. I can see he is desperate, to make the pain go away, to please me.
I push the gag back into his mouth, securing it behind his head. Standing I reach for the little black box that controls his pain. I watch him below me for a moment, fighting the current, trying to maintain composure.
I turn the box up, not by a little, but by a lot. His scream echo through the room, muffled by the gag. He convulses and flails on the bed, pulling fruitlessly at his bonds.
I can hear him begging, pleading for me to stop. It won’t get him anywhere. Taking one last look at him, I leave the room. The door shuts, cutting off his cries of pain. It is quiet.
I set a timer for an hour. By then he will not only be compliant, but he will also be broken. A lump of clay for me to mold to my liking. I very much look forward to our time together.