Chapter 6

A black cloth tied around Ian’s head left him in the dark, spread eagle and held immobile aching for release. He was completely at the mercy of his Master’s whims. This was just the way Ian liked it.

Taren used one finger tip, moving it in a circle against Ian’s nipple until he was gasping for air. A clamp was snapped onto his other nipple sending shock waves through Ian. The vibrations of the butt plug kept a constant assault on Ian’s prostate. Nothing made sense other than the stabs of pain, followed by the rush of lust and bliss. Each hurt intensified the succeeding titillation until Ian was riding a tsunami of euphoria.