Gabrielle's first sensation upon awakening was of the chill air against his bare skin. The harness circled his torso with four straps of wide, heavy, black leather. Cuffs of the same leather circled each arm and leg at regular intervals. There was even one collaring his neck. They were all connected to similar straps that ran the length of his torso, arms, and legs. Every few inches there was a metal loop riveted to the leather, and these were used to clip him to the frame on which his naked body was poised. His head was covered with a soft, close fitting leather hood that attached to the collar. The hood was too tight to breath, and his air was supplied by cannulae which pierced the hood at his nostrils. The frame on which he was mounted was suspended by cables from pulleys and hooks in the ceiling. No light penetrated the hood, and barely any sound. He could hear only muffled, indistinguishable speech from the group of men standing around him.
His erection was unexpectedly large for one so young. Its magnificence was appreciated by the viewers. The leader of the group stroked Gabrielle's penis twice with his crop and then swiped the underside. Gabrielle quivered like a plucked bow string. The man gently blew at the tip of Gabrielle's penis. Then he rapidly cracked the crop against alternate sides of Gabrielle's pretty round ass, but in an uneven rhythm leaving Gabrielle to anticipate the next stroke. With each crack, Gabrielle involuntarily thrust his hips, humping the yielding air with his hungry cock. The man stopped, but before Gabrielle could anticipate what might come next, the man gave a hard up-stroke of the crop against Gabrielle's tight scrotum. Even through the hood Gabrielle's sharp gasp was audible to the group.
The man began to suck on Gabrielle's right nipple and massaged his left one. Gabrielle continued to hump the air. Then the man released the nipple from his mouth and quickly placed a serrated clamp on it. The spring pushed the steel teeth deep into the tender flesh. Hanging from the clamp was a chain with a weight swinging from the end. The man continued to gently massage the other tit with his fore finger and thumb. With his other hand, the man set the weight swinging on the right tit.
Then the man circled the top of Gabrielle's scrotum with his fore finger and thumb and gently massaged the balls in his palm. Gradually his hand tightened around the balls until he was squeezing and pulling them painfully. The warmth of his hand and his pull slowly stretched the ball sack as he squeezed the balls against the bottom of the sack. Then he deftly attached a cunning little harness to Gabrielle`s jewels. A wide strap around the base of his cock lifter the balls and pushed them forward. Another strap around the top of the ball sack kept the balls pushed low in the sack. Two small straps crossed between the balls separating and squeezing them tightly in their pretty pink sack.
Gabrielle felt a dull ache in his balls and was aware of the difference in the quality of the ache in each one. The man gently touched and stroked each ball in turn accentuating the different sensations in each. He slowly traced the seam along the underside of Gabrielle's hard cock from sack to tip, and then around the ridge of the crown. Gabrielle thrust toward the touch, hungry for more, desperate for release from his building lust. But the finger pulled away from his longing, and before the disappointment could resolve into fear of what would come next, there were two smart smacks of the crop, one on each beautifully framed ball.
The man's attention returned to Gabrielle's tits. He tugged on the chain, which bit into the right nipple, and he continued to massage the left one. Then he suckled the left one, pulling it into his mouth and began nipping it with is front teeth. Gradually he increased the intensity of his bites, pulling and twisting at the sensitive flesh, stretching it inches from Gabrielle's rippling chest.
As the man chewed on the left tit and jerked the chain attached to the right one, Gabrielle felt focused pain more intense than any thing he had ever known. He could not feel the pain of both nipples at the same time. It seemed to instantly leap from one to the other, and became more intense with each leap. Intense as it was, it seemed external to himself. Rather, it seemed to be a switch that activated his being. His whole being became concentrated in his raging cock. Any sensation transferred to the hard, hungry, demanding cock. The cock was all there was, nothing else mattered. It thrust and churned the air probing for any contact. Gabrielle broke into a sweat in the chill air. The leather hood became soaked in his sweat and sucked at his face. The rolled sweat down his chest.
The man released the abused nipple from his teeth and wiped his palms across Gabrielle's dripping chest and stomach. Then he placed both hands on Gabrielle's throbbing cock. With one sweat slicked hand, he rhythmically squeezed the bottom of the cock, and with the other he pumped the shaft all the way to the tip. Deep in his subconscious, Gabrielle know that this ecstasy would be brief, and that the pain that followed would be worse than anything that preceded. But it didn't matter. This ecstasy was all that was important. It was all that mattered. It was the sole reason for being. It was brief. Just as Gabrielle felt that he was about to explode with pleasure, the hands where withdrawn. The frustrated cock stabbed at the air searching for its satisfaction.
A small part of Gabrielle's brain, still capable of reflection, saw the blessing conferred by the withdrawal of the hand. The exquisite torment would not end. The ecstasy would continue. The crop found another spot Gabrielle wouldn't even have guessed could thrill him. With a sharp snap it struck the small spot between the base of his cock and his ass hole. Gabrielle leaped in his bonds and screamed through his hood. The sweet finger tips of his tormenter reached under his balls and gently massaged the still burning spot, while his other hand gentled the balls in their harness, lifting, proding, and bouncing them. He began to press harder on the spot, and Gabrielle pressed back. This was a new sensation to Gabrielle. This spot was almost as good as squeezing his cock. He felt that this could bring him to ecstasy without a touch to his cock.
The man unsnapped the straps separating Gabrielle's balls. Then he put a stiff leather collar around the ball sack. Attached to the collar were three chained which together suspended a weight. Gabrielle's instinct to hump the air was constrained by the weight swinging from his balls. The weight tugged at his balls on every swing, threatening to pull his cock out by its root.
The man put a hand on each cheek of Gabrielle's ass and separated them like he was breaking open a melon. The cool air caressed Gabrielle's hot ass hole. It quivered and gleamed like a rose bud waiting to be plucked. The man touched the puckered bud, and it spasmmed. He tentatively probed it with his tongue. Then he slipped a finger in and slowly sawed it in and out. He twisted and flexed the finger stretching the clinging hole enough to fit a second finger in. Gabrielle had never been penetrated. But all his resistance melted. The man put two thumbs into Gabrielle and stretched the hole. Gabrielle screamed into the hood.
The thumbs rotated and loosened Gabrielle, and he relaxed. The head of the man's cock pushed against the flared hole, and Gabrielle tried to pull it into him. But the man was in no hurry. He pulled back and teased the ass lips with his cock head. Then he pushed just the head into Gabrielle. Gabrielle felt the head push past his sphincter and he grabbed it tight in the ringed muscle. The man let him squeeze it until the sphincter got tired, and then he pushed the next inch into Gabrielle's tight ass. As the thicker part of the shaft entered him, Gabrielle quivered with delight. The man held his depth for almost a minute while Gabrielle tried to push back onto the hot shaft invading his gut. Then the man started a long slow trust all the way in. Gabrielle twisted and pulled away trying to slow the assault. As the cock penetrated to the last inch, Gabrielle felt the pressure of its head against his joy button. Nothing that he'd ever done with his cock prepared him for the sensation.
A new world opened to him. With long fast thrusts, the man bumped his prost again and again. Each touch brought him almost to the brink. Then the man jammed in a stayed in, grinding against the magic spot. Gabrielle felt the eminent end to the journey. With nothing touching his raging cock, it leaped and shoot, over and over, coming without end. And the spasms in his tight ass clinched the man's cock and forced it to shot in synchrony with Gabrielle.