Jay's Torture, copyright 2010 by RichlandJoey. All rights reserved.
If the concept of a male of legal age submitting to abuse and torture at the hands of a sadistic Man offends you, then you've obviously come to the wrong site.
On the subject of feedback, I am overwhelmed by the response!!! This is my first attempt at writing and hoped that, by reading so many other stories and seeing writing styles that were sometimes lacking, that I could produce a text that was a bit easier to read and would hold the reader's interest better. I may have succeeded - I received over 2 dozen very enthusiastic messages. The only minor negative comment was one I noted myself when I finally saw the first chapter posted - it was only 9 kb. I'll do my best to provide longer chapters in the future. Now - on with the story!
Jay's Torture Chapter 2
With little traffic on the roads, the ride home was short and uneventful. After parking near the front door, I exited the vehicle, retrieved my victim's carry-on bag from the back seat, then opened the front door. Disengaging the seat belt, I maneuvered the victim to place his feet on the ground and pulled him to a standing position. With a firm grip on his upper arm, I moved him to allow me to close and lock my car then guided him forcefully to the house. Opening the front door, I lead him inside, drop his bag on the floor and relock the front door. Taking a thick leather collar from the table just inside the door, I place it around his neck, adjusting it to one notch tighter than it needed to be, and hear that satisfying "click" as the padlock engages. Dragging him a few steps forward, I position him between the walls of the foyer where I had installed eyebolts at 6 feet above the floor. To those eyebolts were attached short lengths of sturdy chain which I attach to the d-rings on the collar, leaving no slack in the chains to keep him standing up-right.
I position myself in front of my victim. What a visual pleasure I was presented with! My handsome young victim was standing in front of me, hands still cuffed behind his back, eyes still covered with the tape and sunglasses, totally helpless and vulnerable. The snug shirt hugged his torso, revealing the beginnings of a 6-pack abs and the curving mounds of nicely-formed pecs. Lowering my gaze, the jeans fit him like a glove, showing a nicely shaped ass and a very alluring mound at his crotch. Reaching up, I removed his ball cap and the dark glasses and placed them on the table. There was no pocket on his shirt so I proceed downwards and empty the contents of each of his pockets, also placing the items on the table. This netted me just his wallet, keys and some loose change. Checking inside his wallet, I confirmed that my victim's name really was Jay.
Moving back to my victim, I place my hands on his shoulders and caress downwards, kneading the mounds of his pecs, pinching his nipples. I move my hands further down, my hands passing over his hard abs then around his back to grab those sweet mounds of his ass. After kneading his butt muscles for a while, I move my right hand up his back and run my fingers through his blond hair and move my left hand around his hips to begin massaging the cock and balls trapped inside his tight jeans. As a moan escapes his lips, I grab a fist-full of his hair and, stepping closer, force his head forward, crushing his lips to mine. Forcing my tongue into his mouth, I also increase the pressure and force of my left hand on his cock and balls. The moaning deepens as I squeeze and compress the hardening cock and tender balls. Abruptly breaking contact with my victim, I leave him standing there, panting noticeably with an obviously hardened cock.
Retrieving a ball gag I had staged on the table, I strap it in place. With my left foot, I force him to spread his legs apart. Stepping back in front of him but avoiding contact with my victim, I say to him in a low voice, "Your stay with me will be filled with every imaginable and painful form of abuse and torture. There may also be brief periods of passion and pleasure. You will never know which it is to be at any given time. Do you understand?" As he nodded his understanding, I used my balled-up fist to deliver three sharp jabs to his crotch. A muffled cry of pain seeped around the ball gag and my victim's knees buckled, transferring much of his weight from his legs to the collar around his neck. He quickly got his feet beneath him to stand upright, releasing the pressure from his neck and allowing him to breathe again but gasping from the sudden assault on his balls.
Leaving my victim to his relative immobility and recovering from the pain in his balls, I move to my spare room to retrieve the items I need to prepare him for the step of his visit. Placing the items on the table, I start with a pair of scissors and cut the shirt from his body revealing a sculpted torso with a light dusting of hair across his chest and a treasure trail leading tantalizingly down to disappear beneath the waistband of his jeans. Bending down, I untied his shoes and, having him lift each foot, removed his shoes and socks. Moving up to his jeans, I undo the buttons on his 501's and peel them down over his hips, ass and thighs, leaving them around his ankles. Then, grabbing the waistband of his Calvin Kline underwear, I pull them roughly downwards, causing his cock and balls to bounce as they're freed from the confines of his tight briefs. Tapping each of his legs, he steps out of his jeans and briefs, leaving him standing naked - fully revealing a nude that could easily have been the model for Michelangelo's David.
Retrieving two larger leather cuffs from the table, I place them around each ankle of my captive victim, installing a small padlock on each buckle. Taking the two smaller leather cuffs, I place them on each of my victim's wrists, also locking the buckle of each. Retrieving the keys from my pocket, I unlock and remove the police cuffs from my victim's wrists and watch him flexing his fingers in response to the freedom from the metal restraints. Looking at his wrists, I could easily see the imprints of the cuffs, evidence that he had been in considerable discomfort since they were installed over an hour earlier. I was encouraged - this was more evidence that this boy was into some serious abuse and torture scenarios and I fully intended to add to his experience. Next, I locked the ends of a metal spreader bar between the ankle cuffs, spreading his legs about 24 inches apart.
The final stage of my victim's lock-up, installation of a CB Curve chastity device, couldn't happen yet. Even with the punches to his balls, my victim's cock was nowhere near flaccid enough to install the cock sheath. There was one obvious solution to that problem so I went into the kitchen to retrieve a roll of plastic wrap and a gallon ziplock bag that I filled with ice cubes. Back in the foyer, I started by wrapping the plastic wrap around his waist then positioned the ziplock bag of ice over his crotch - with the expected reaction from the slave - a good bit of squirming and whimpering. I continued with the plastic wrap to hold the ice bag in place. I knew the couple minutes it would take to soften his cock would also provide some relief to his aching balls, but I also knew that it'd take a good 20 minutes before all the ice melted.
While I waited for the ice to melt, I prepared for both the chastity device installation and the next phase of my victim's torture. Retreating to the spare room, I took my time and double-checked the table, restraints and devices that would be employed. The table was one of my favorite woodworking projects. Constructed with 4x4 legs and a 2x4 frame, it was the top that made it special. Containing 3 separate pieces of 3/4" plywood, it was a reversible top that measured 6 feet wide and 12 feet long. With the side now showing, it was set up for a spread-eagle bondage without any stretching. A series of small hook-like metal devices had been fastened to the boards that would allow me to literally lace my victim to the table much like you'd lace up an army boot. The hoods would easily accommodate 3/8" rope guaranteeing me that the victim would be totally immobilized. Individual lacings would start at each ankle and each wrist, providing for 8 laces on each arm and a dozen for each leg. More hooks were placed along both sides of where the torso of the victim would be positioned that provided for another dozen lacings ranging from the hips to the shoulders. A final few hooks were placed to surround the neck and head, conveniently positioned to match up with the D-rings that were part of the victim's collar and a full leather hood. These final lacings would keep the victim's head immobilized. When the table top is flipped, it involved much less hardware but provided for more substantial torture action. At each corner of the table were mounting brackets that would hold winches that would, with the size of the table, provide me with a painful spread-eagle stretch of the victim, much like a medieval rack device. A dozen portable clips are handy that can be slipped over the edge of the tabletop in any position that will allow thin ropes to be tied to any available part of the body for some additional stretching. Probably the most well-worn clip position was laterally from the location of the victim's balls, where the balls are stretched apart and the tensile strength of the victim's scrotum is tested. They work equally well on other body points like ear lobes, nostrils, mouth and nipples.
Moaning and groaning could be heard coming from the foyer, letting me know the ice was having the desired effect. Gathering together the parts of the chastity device and something to use as a lubricant, I returned to the foyer noting that the ice was nearly all melted. I quickly removed the plastic wrap and the now water-filled zip-lock bag and placed them on the floor. Selecting the largest of the hinged acrylic cock-rings, I position it around my victim's cock and balls, giving them a good tug to make sure as much of his equipment would be trapped in the device. Pushing the mid-length locking post through the opening, the cock ring was securely surrounding his cock and balls. The points of intrigue came next, nestled up against the cock ring, followed by the smallest spacer. With it now time to install the sheath, some sort of lubricant was going to be needed. I know the instructions say to use a light oil, like baby oil, but I had other plans for my victim. Unscrewing the cap of the container, I scooped out a generous amount of the gel and smeared it on the victim's flaccid cock. I then quickly slid the acrylic cock sheath over his cock, engaged the pins with the cock ring and added the small brass padlock to complete the installation. By now the effects of the lubricating gel were beginning to be felt - my victim was starting to squirm as the Icy Hot took effect. Scooping up another dollop of the evil gel, I quickly smeared it over his ball sack then moved behind him to lay a trail of the gel inside his ass crack then worked a couple fingers up inside is anus, depositing a generous amount of gel on the tender tissues. Gathering another helping of the Icy Hot on my fingers, I quickly smeared a good bit of it in each armpit and smeared the remainder on each nipple. By now, the heat effect on his cock had built to the point where, what had been moaning and squirming was now some rather strenuous jerking of his hips and, even with the ball gag securely installed, I could easily make out the muffled "fucks" and "shits" he was shouting. It was time for the final indignity and torture of this wondrous heat-inducing gel. Taking a cotton swab, I dipped it in the container of Icy Hot, grabbed the cock sheath to hold it steady and slowly but deliberately shoved the gel-covered swab nearly 3 inches into his piss slit then withdrew it with a twisting motion to ensure an even coating of the evil gel inside his piss tube. Almost instantaneously, the muffled swearing was replaced by an animalistic howl as my victim realized what incredible pain he was destined to endure. The overall effect was fantastic!!! As each area of application started feeling the intense and concentrated heat generated by the gel, my helpless victim was screaming behind his gag, his head was thrashing side-to-side, he flexed his arms against the leather cuffs, his legs and hips twitched wildly. My victim was in exquisite agony that I knew was going to last for at least half an hour.
Given the lateness of his arrival and the time spent with his initial torture session, I left him to suffer in solitude and moved to the bedroom to prepare for bed, including a long, leisurely hot shower. Even over the blast of the spray, I could hear the continuing howls of agony from my suffering victim. Stepping out of the shower, I dried myself off, donned a plush terry-cloth bathrobe and took care of my evening bathroom ablutions. Moving to the bedroom, I turned down the covers on my king-size bed then laid out a couple items that would be needed to prepare my victim for his sleep time.
Moving back to the foyer, there was a noticeable difference in my victim. The twitching and thrashing had nearly stopped. The animalistic howl had tempered quite a bit, replaced by a hoarse moaning. The visual appearance had also changed. His entire body was covered with a thin sheen of sweat. His hair was matted down and glistening droplets clung to the hair on his chest and legs. Looking closer, the muscles in his arms and legs were spasming, a result of the intense workout they received from his nearly out-of-control thrashing his body experienced as the chemical heat of the Icy Hot assaulted his tender parts. The visual effect was absolutely incredible!!! It took about every ounce of self-control I possessed to keep from licking the sweat from that hot body. It simply wasn't time to allow him to experience sensuality - there would be time for that later. For now, it was time to get my victim prepared for bed.
I briefly considered limiting myself to giving him a thorough sponge bath but instead opted for a full shower. To do that, all the restraints would need to be removed. Not wanting to pass up an opportunity to take advantage of his helplessness, I placed my hands on his biceps, ran my hands up to his shoulders, down over his chest and abs, across his hips and moved to his captured cock and balls. Holding his balls in my left hand, I reached up with my right hand, I removed the strips of tape covering his eyes, allowing him his vision for the first time since the airport abduction, then unbuckling and removing the ball gag that had muffled his screams of agony. In a raspy voice and still panting a bit from his intense Icy Hot experience, he said softly, "Thank you, sir."
I continued removing his restraints, detaching the chains from the collar and removing the locks from the collar and his wrist and ankle cuffs. I unbuckled and removed all the leather restraints then unlocked and removed the chastity device. I debated leaving the chastity device on but chose to remove it so I could give my victim a thorough cleaning before going to bed. With a firm grip on his arm, I led the now unrestrained victim to the large shower in the master bathroom. I turned on the water, adjusting it for a warm cleaning, removed my own bathrobe and led him into the shower, placing him under the jetting water. Using a thick washcloth and a generous amount of shower gel, I proceeded to scrub my victim from head to foot, making sure to remove all remaining traces of the Icy Hot gel. I moved his head under the spray then added shampoo to his wetted hair and worked up a rich lather that elicited moans from my victim. When I was sure he was clean from head-to-foot, I rinsed all traces of lather from his body and turned the shower off. With him standing in front of me, arms hanging limply at his side and his eyes downcast, I moved forward and wrapped my arms around his stunning body, giving him a firm hug. After just a few seconds, I felt movement as his right hand circled my waist and his left hand moved up and across my back to my right shoulder. His grasp tightened as I was now the recipient of a bear hug that provided solid evidence of his muscular development. After about a minute of savoring the feeling, I relaxed my grip and leaned back a bit. His head lifted slightly and I moved my right hand to the back of his neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss. Breaking the kiss and the embrace, I retrieved a bath towel and dried him from top to bottom. I grabbed a second towel and placed it in his hands. He immediately began drying my own body with gentle strokes.
With both of us now dry, I moved him to the bedroom to stand beside my bed. I went back to the foyer to retrieve the wrist and ankle cuffs and the chastity device. Back in my bathroom, I quickly washed and dried the chastity device then went back to my victim. I buckled on and locked the wrist and ankle cuffs then reinstalled the chastity device, this time using the baby oil to lubricate his cock to insert into the sheath before locking it all in place. I then picked up the full leather hood and placed it over his head. Working from top to bottom behind him, I snugly laced the hood in place and, at the neck of the hood, buckled and locked the hood in place. I then buckled on the blindfold attachment and, for sleep time, I opted to leave the gag off, giving him both mouth and nose for breathing. A leather chest harness was then buckled and locked in place and a moderately-sized butt plug lubed with some KY jelly in inserted into his ass. My victim is laid on the bed, face down when the wrist cuffs are locked together as are the ankle cuffs. Finally, a short length of rope is tied to the lock on the wrist cuffs, the free end of the rope is passed through the lock on the ankle cuffs then run through a D-ring located on the chest harness between my victim's shoulders. Pulling the rope tight, his arms are forced downwards, his knees forced to bend as his ankles are drawn upwards toward his back and the rope knotted to hold him in a hog-tied position, now laying on his side facing the center of the bed. Removing my robe, I turn off the overhead light and crawl into bed beside my victim. Drawing up the bed covers and turning out the bedside light, I move to the center of the bed, reaching out to pinch his nipples then down to fondle his exposed balls, eliciting a gentle moan from my bedmate.
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To be continued.........
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