Chapter 12 #3
“You want me to use this on you?” he asks and then pulls a machine out. “Or this?”
I bob my head in excitement. “I want both. Both. But I think I want that first. Yes, that. Whatever it is.”
Georgiy seems to understand what I’m trying to say and begins to set it up. A black box, wires hanging from the side.
He snaps latex gloves on before grabbing a metal plug from his bag and attaching it to the wires.
Oh. Oh yes.
“You going to shock me?”
“Yes. And you’re going to hurt. You sure this is what you want?”
“I don’t want it. I need it.”
He meets my stare and finishes attaching the wires to the metal plug. “Good.”
Lube appears in his hand, and he works me open, two fingers sliding in and out of my hole, wetting it for the intrusion. And I’m ready. Open. Willing.
I groan at the feel of it. I’m so close, and I know it won’t take much to push me over the edge. So I open my mouth to distract myself from coming.
“Georgiy, did you know you can use a dick to turn on a lightbulb?”
He pauses, staring at me. “Is that so? I always thought it was a potato.”
“Potato. Dick. Same thing.”
He harrumphs. “Perhaps we should test this little theory out after you’ve come.”
As he says that, the cool metal of the plug is pressed into my ass until it’s completely settled inside. Then he focuses on my cock.
He pulls the cage off and places something around the head of it, pulling the foreskin down and making me groan at the feel of his fingers grazing the tip.
“Very nice,” he murmurs and then bends down and pulls something else from his case.
Clamps.
My nipples pucker in response.
He attaches the wires to them and then places the clamps on my nipples. It hurts, pain zinging through my chest to my arms, which are stretched out above me.
“Perfect,” Georgiy says as he runs a latex-covered finger down my sternum. “You would make a lovely subject. The way your body would respond to surgery.”
“You going to operate on me?”
“Only if I need to.”
Then his hand moves to the box, and he flicks a switch. I hear the hum of the machine and then the jolt zipping through my body. An electric current moving into my ass, around my dick and up to my nipples. I groan at the sensation, and Georgiy watches it all, his eyes intent on me.
“More?”
“More,” I moan as he twists the knob on the machine, making the current strengthen. It rushes through me over and over, the waves making my legs and arms strain against the restraints, the leather creaking under each pull. But it’s not enough. I want it all.
“More!” I shout, and Georgiy chuckles.
“Of course you’d want more. I should have known.”
He twists the knob until he can’t anymore and my back arches up off the bed, my entire body bowed. My mouth is open in a scream, my cock aching. It hurts. It hurts so good.
Suddenly, it stops, and my back falls to the bed, my eyes opening. Georgiy is staring down at me.
“Again?”
I wet my lips. “Yes.”
And so it continues. Georgiy brings me to the point of tears before stopping, my entire body aching and screaming before he does it all over again. I lose track of time, listing the scars on my body, where I got them and how.
A rat.
A stone.
A razor.
A whip.
Some I don’t remember, some just appeared, but he accepts that response and moves on. He continues until I’m panting, until sweat beads on my skin, and my nipples, cock, and hole are hurting.
“We still have your legs left, Bane. You have so many scars here. You ready for more?”
I nod, and Georgiy drips some water into my mouth, my parched tongue lapping it up.
“Good boy. Good Bane. You are doing so well.”
I groan as he moves back to the machine and asks me about the long scar zigzagging up my thigh.
“The man in the shadows. He sliced me with a rock. Same as the one on my shoulder, and the one on my hip.”
“When I find him, how long do you want me to let him live while I take him apart?”
“Days.”
He grins at me, a tilt of his lips. “Done.”
The electricity has my skin breaking out in goosebumps, my tendons straining. And by the time Georgiy gets to the bottom of my feet, asking how my pinkie toe lost its nail, he finally stops, and the machine whirs down.
My body hums.
Everything hurts.
And I still haven’t come.
I want to come.
“You’ve been such a good boy,” he says, his accent deeper than normal. “I think I should give you a reward.” He pauses, pulling the clamps off my nipples and unwinding the wires from my cock. It’s still hard despite having been shocked incessantly. “Would you like to suck me off?”
My eyes roll back into my head.
“Yes. Please.”
“Hmm. I think I’ll allow it. But first, I’m going to let you come.”
“Oh, yes please.”
Georgiy grabs the lube and squirts some onto my cock, letting it drip down to my balls before reaching into his bag and pulling out a Fleshlight.
“You could use your mouth.”
“Another time,” he says as he adds lube to the toy. Then he sinks it onto my hard length, and I groan, my eyes rolling back into my head. It’s overly sensitive, so each stroke is almost too much, but I love it. Because he’s watching me. He’s going to get me off.
Him.
My hips meet each thrust, and when his wrist moves faster, I know I won’t be able to hold back. My cock erupts, my teeth chattering as a scream leaves me.
His name is on the tip of my tongue as I gasp for breath.
Amazing. Too much. Too little.
“Good. Now. Let’s get you washed and ready for bed.”
He removes the filled Fleshlight and unbuckles the leather straps, my arms wiggling down to my sides, my knees bending as my hole clenches around the plug.
It doesn’t stay there long. With a twist of his hand, it’s removed from me, leaving my hole open and wet.
“Come, let’s get clean.”
He pulls his gloves off and tosses them onto the table, helping me stand on wobbly legs. He guides me to the bathroom and starts filling the tub. Soap is added, bubbles piling on top of the water, and he helps me sink into it, the hot water soothing my aching muscles.
His shirt sleeves are rolled up his forearms as I lean back, letting him rub his hands across my shoulders. His strong fingers dig into my sore muscles, rubbing the joints and making me moan.
“Does anything else still hurt?”
“It all hurts. Most of all my ass. It would very much like to be taken care of.”
His hands falter for a moment, and then he moves them down to my nipples, rubbing at them gently.
“Another time. Tonight, you get my cock in your mouth. You’ll have to settle for that.”
I groan, letting him continue to wash me—my stomach, my dick and balls, my ass. And when he finally pulls me up, I’m shaking with need and something else.
With complete and utter obsession.
“Go wait in bed. No touching until I say you can.”
He starts to undress and I watch him for a moment, his back making another appearance as he steps into the shower.
“Georgiy?”
“Mm?”
“If I suck your dick real good tonight, can you tell me what happened to you?”
His dark eyes meet mine, his hand running up his chest.
“Perhaps, Bane. Perhaps. Now obey. Get in bed and get ready for me.”