Elis New Love

"Whooaa whoa whoa whoa.. Whoa! Wwwwwwhoa!... Slave? Why... what? huh? But I-"

"Don't worry, Eli! I'm just setting the mood, heh. We'll take it slowly at first. For the time being you are Eli, and I am Kyle. That's how it is right now. That's all that's important. I'm going to say two words and I really want you to analyze them and take them to heart, because I'm not shitting you or trying to trick you, this is something I want... something I need you to do... I need you.. to trust me. That's all you need to remember. If you trust me you'll be fine."

My brain was physically hurting.. I couldn't understand exactly what was happening. Don't dismiss what I'm describing to you now because it's no small thing. This is literally something I never, in my wildest fantasies, dreamed could come true. It all seemed like a porno. Like it wasn't exactly real... I can't explain it very well.

But here I am, naked, in front of my life-long crush who's wearing a leather jockstrap and seems to be in the mood for something of a deviant and sexual nature. My hormonal teen id wasn't about to deny anything that could possibly happen with this boy, so I decided to go with it as calmly as I possibly could.

"Okay, Kyle... I trust you" He smiled when I said those last three words and leaned in for a kiss. An actual.. real... kiss.. Whatever explosions I thought I had in my heart before were trumped by this atomic bomb rupturing in my chest and abdomen. My body tensed up like a statue so he, noticing this, decided to just massage my lips with his. No tongue, no invasion. Just nice... romantic... I'm not sure... I couldn't explain what I was feeling at that moment. I had never been in love before so I had no idea what it felt like... Was this it?

"I'm... really fucking happy to hear that. Remember that, because your body will forget it sometimes. Promise?"

"I promise."

"Good. Now first things first, we have to get you all set up! Now as I said before we're taking this slowly, so most of the things I have you wear will be short term. Think of them as things to get you read for a more.. permanent situation. Follow me." He turned and walked to the far side of the room, away from the door we walked in, and sensor lights surrounding this table flickered on.

"There are a few things we'll decide between when we make these installations more permanent, but for now we'll just start with leather. Lay down on the table, face up."

I was feeling extremely nervous at this point so, in an attempt to ease my tension, I responded,

"I think you mean, 'Lie down.' You see, you can lay something down but you yourself will lie dow-"

"Yea yea shut up smart-ass and LIE on the table." He chuckled at my critique and this relaxed me.

"Mhm!" I cutely stated as I lay down (isn't it stupid that the past tense form of the verb 'lie' down is 'lay' down?) on the comfortable and padded leather table.

"Okay my cute little grammar nazi, make an 'X' with your body." My heart softened when he called me his, and I obeyed obediently... Is that redundant? I looked up at my wrists and down at my ankles and noted several cuffs resting on each corner.

"Now I want you to note to yourself how these feel on you, and if you think you could wear them for a long period of time. I don't want you sweating profusely underneath the leather so make sure that, when I ask, you tell me exactly how it feels. And oh! One other thing: Don't speak unless I give you permission and/or ask you a direct question. At the moment you can call me Kyle, that may or may not change in the future. I haven't decided yet."

"Yes, Kyle"

"Good! Except I didn't ask you a question or say you could speak... In fact I literally said don't speak 2 seconds ago. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"You're quite pedantic, Kyle." I snickered. He smiled and a sharp laugh escaped his throat.

"First things first, let's get you all nice and comfy!" He took my right wrist into his hand, which sent electricity down my arm and through my spine, and locked the cuff onto it. As he reciprocated this on my left wrist I tested the sturdiness of the restraint and it's stubbornness sent a tickle down my 'toy.' "I'm very glad you're enjoying this. It would have sucked to have facilitated so much and have you just run away screaming and never talking to me again. I'm glad you didn't do that. Thanks, Eli"

"You're welcome, Kyle" I smiled, and then a pit took over my stomach as I realized I spoke out of turn.

"Don't worry I'll let that one slide. The first one still counts though, so I have to do something about that. You just talk way too much!" I laughed at this seeing as though I had said barely 15 words the entire time we've been down here and he's been practically talking nonstop.

After finishing with my wrists, he opened a cabinet up on the nearest wall to this table and stared blankly in it.

"What to use.. what to use.." I hadn't any idea what he was talking about, only that there must have been a lot of whatever he was planning on using on me inside that cabinet. "Ah! Let's use this one first... I wonder how long it'll take us to go through all of these things." He walked over to me and held a neon green ball gag in front of my face. "This will be your friend for a couple hours now so make sure you're kind to it!" He laughed and reached for my mouth.

"Hey, what are you doing! Kyle! Ky-lerrr-mmmppphh... Mmph!" He buckled the gag around my neck and patted my head.

"Good boy, now be quiet while I finish prepping you!" He went to my ankles and brush each of my soles with the tips of his fingers.

"MMPH!" I couldn't help but elicit a sharp noise! I'm very ticklish you see and Kyle knows this.

"I don't have any foot fetish or anything but I have to say you have real fantastic feet. Very symmetrical and smooth. I like these very much. Okay! Let's tie 'em up! Or erm.. I'll tie them up.. You just LIE there and do nothing.. lazy bastard."

"Hhheeyyyrr! Thhhhaaarrrmmmpphhh-"

"Quiet or I'll punish you... I'm not really experienced in punishing people but.. I'll make it suck! So stop complaining and stop moving, mister." He locked each of my ankles to their respective cuffs and rubbed his hands all along my body which forced even more moans from my mouth.

My penis was practically bursting out of its skin at my predicament. Tied, spread eagle, ballgagged, right in front of this boy whom I've just discovered my... erm... I think..

With a short 'mmph!' Kyle lept onto the table, knees spread on either side of my tummy and arms above my shoulders, looking down into my eyes.

"What to do with you.. hm... Perhaps this is enough for now," He lowered his naked chest onto mine and turned his head to the side, the back of his cranium resting softly against my right temple. "You're a very comfy bed, y'know. Hm... Nahhh I don't think this is enough. Let's put one of your more.. permanent attachments on... Okay okay not really PERMANENT but.. definitely not short term." With that he easily hopped off of me and pranced over to another cabinet, this one touching the floor, and shuffled through it's contents.

"Hmm.. steel or silicone... silicone or steel? Decisions decisions.. Hmm.. Which do you prefer, Eli?"

"Whmmmp rrrmph yoummphh tawkmphh aboummppp?"

"Silicone? Me too! Okay now which design... hmm.. They'll all fit but which of these should we use noooww... hmm.."

My brain was twisting... silicone or steel? What in hell was he scheming now!? What form of bondage could possibly be made out of silicone?!

"Okay! Let's use this cute thing. Cost quite a bit to get this made like this so you better appreciate it mister! Okay what do you think of... THIS?!" he shoved this little device in front of my face and for a few moments it literally looked like a blob of silicone with weird colors on it. After a short while my brain put the pieces together in a sensible way and what I saw was a device meant to cover my penis and surround the base of my entire boyhood. What really made it though was that it was baby blue with dark blue ninjas on it. And yes, you heard me right.

"See isn't it cool? It's a chastity cage for your junk! And if anyone, including you, tries to touch it, the super-awesome ninjas will protect it from them! Neat huh? Do you have any idea how much it cost to make this exactly like this? Lots more than a plain ole see-through chastity cage. See the blue ninjas are actually just-.. well never mind that's boring, let's get this on you!" He jokingly poked my 'excited' penis with the chastity cage and made an over-the-top confused look, "Well this just won't work like this! Hmm.. Ah! I know what to do! Be right back!"

In a matter of seconds, which may have been a minute or two but felt much briefer, he returned with a huge bag of ice and plopped it right on my junk.

"MMMMMPH! MMMPH! MMPH! MMMMPPHH...!!"

IT. WAS. COLD.

"Yea it's weird how ice is like.. cold.. right? Don't worry! In a minute you'll be all ready! While that's cooling off, let's go over your new orgasm rules shall we!? So this is how it works: Every two weeks you will orgasm, at least for now. BUT, the pleasure of your orgasm will be dependent on a grade you get right before the orgasm. This grade will be determined by your success on some sort of test I decide to give you. Seeing as though you're a grammar nazi, your first test will be on grammar. I may give you a lot of questions, or just a few. The grades are similar to that of your ordinary school grade. 1-59% is an F, 60-69% is a D, 70-79% is a C, 80-89% is a B, 90-99 is an A, and 100% is an A+. You will very rarely get an A+, mind you. If you get an A+, I will give you one of the best orgasms you will experience in this lifetime. And don't think I'm joking, mister! I've been researching this out the yin-yang and in the coming months I will learn your body better than you have and I will know what makes it moan." I giggled at this because I actually believed him.. which was weird.. But I did. So there.

"An A will be a great orgasm, but it won't leave your knees weak like an A+ will. A B-grade orgasm will be nice, but quick. A C-grade orgasm will be quick. A D-grade orgasm will be focused purely on beating the clock, if you don't orgasm in 2 minutes, your orgasm will be ruined. An F orgasm will be ruined regardless of the time, and there will be some very interesting.. events tied into the orgasm. You may have noticed that I jumped from 0-1% in my grades. IF you ever get 0% on one of my tests.. Well I haven't actually decided yet.. but I'm sure it'll be something nasty! The way I design each separate test will make it very difficult for you to get zero percent so don't worry too much on it, but I'm sure it'll happen one day so um.. Give me some time to think about it. Okay! Let's see if you're all ready."

Kyle peaked under the ice ever-so-slightly, so as to not eliminate the cold that was suppressing my erection.

"All systems soft! Okay now I'm gonna have to be quick with this! It's your job to think of all the old-lady vaginas you possibly can while I'm doing this so you can postpone your inevitable hardness! I mean it! Old... gross.. soggy vaginas!" I laughed through my gag at this and choked slightly on some spit.

"Don't kill yourself there... okay now where's that.. baby powder..," He rummaged underneath the table for a moment, "Okay! You're gonna smell like baby powder most of the time down here, but I read online and it said that most lubes require daily cleaning or it stinks horribly. Baby powder came to mind because it softens the skin, prevents chafing, and doesn't stink up or cause rashes. Okay you ready? Remember! Old lady soggy vaginas... On three... one... two!... THREE!!"

With that he ripped the ice off and heavily shook baby powder on my junk. He then proceeded to stretch my balls and squeeze them, hastily but gently, through the main ring and succeeded fantastically. All the while I'm thinking of all the old ladies in the world that I've never thought of naked... Slightly hard... Whoopi Goldberg.. slightly harder... Betty White.. Penis is still disobeying me!!.. Oprah.. Dammit still harder! Elizabeth Taylor!... Getting harder!!.. EeeaaAAHHHH!!!!....... HILLARY CLINTON!...

Safe!... whew... Okay...

"Aaaand.. done!" With that I hear a small 'click' and raise my head to look down at my, now adorable, penis. "Isn't it cute!? Fuck it's cute. Am I good or am I good? Neither right? I'm great!"

I grinned at him and at my new cage, which is really hard to do with a ball gag on, mind you.. Sure I wasn't going to orgasm for 2 weeks, which hadn't fully dawned on me yet, but this cage was pretty damn cute. I rested my head back and he crept back onto the table and met his eyes with mine. For literally over 60 seconds we stared into each other's eyes.

And I think...

I think..

"I love you, Eli"

Okay, it's official...

I love this boy.