Master, Slave, Master (15)

Ray returned and dropped himself back on the couch and pulled Angel close by his neck. Poor thing was breathing like a lamb lost in the wild, and as soon as he felt Ray's touch, he wilted into a pool of tears. Words barely connected when he tried to speak through his sobs.

"I am sorry, Master .. Please .. punish me .." He spoke with such heart, he couldn't bear his being until it was ruined.

Ray started by silencing him, stuffing his mouth with a gag lengthier than last time, forcing the thick silicone down his throat until it curved in and reached deep enough for his neck to visibly bulge in trying to accept it.

Angel's eyes widened in panic under the blindfold, it felt like his whole body was being violated by the tool, broadening his insides. All his bones contorted as the thickness heaved on his tongue, threatening a vile convulsion in his gut. He reached out his trembling hands to push himself away, yet Ray held onto him firmly, heartlessly.

Once the whole thing had disappeared into Angel's little hole, Ray strapped it to the back of his head and intertwined his fingers with all of Angel's to watch his little pup try and adjust to this new length.

"Mmm!" Angel wanted to dig himself a grave to escape this abuse. He couldn't breathe without straining, and it was slowly tenderizing his throat, heaving on his nerves, leaving him restless and panicked.

Ray didn't say words of comfort, he just held onto Angel's hands, squeezing them from finding salvation. The cock cage was still buzzing right down to Angel's balls, wracking his body of peace. He couldn't close his knees, he wasn't permitted to, so he contorted his pitiful limbs in every odd shape, unable to handle himself.

Right in the lounge of his own apartment, Angel was crying helplessly on the floor, while Xavier and Ray sat above him, watching with sick amusement.

"This isn't enough. I told him so nicely not to beg, and he dared to disobey. Now I want to see him writhe with every inch of his body. Don't hold him, this bitch should learn to stay still on it's own." Xavier got up and stood beside Angel, by instinct he grabbed a handful of his hair to watch the contortions on his pretty face.

Eyebrows frowned, and the black cloth covering below was damp with hot tears, Xavier could very easily imagine the desperate eyes wide open, begging him for mercy. Ray had turned down the vibrations on his cock to the lowest level, it irritated every inch of his skin with such ease and precision, even his shoulder bones would feel tense.

Even so, he was obedient sitting on his heels, his cock in full view and his palms gripping his thighs in fear of wandering up and easing himself when his Master didn't want him to do so. The gag in his throat was pushed even deeper when Xavier had him look up, and he let out a panicked whimper through the back of his nose. His whole body was on the verge of squealing and collapsing and it took all his devotion to keep himself still.

"Set him up please." Xavier dropped Angel's pretty face. He wanted to swallow every piece of him whole, so he settled for ruining him.

Ray let a gentle smile curve his lips, he turned his attention to his pup and instructed sternly. "Get on your knees."

With a quick, unsteady move, Angel hoisted himself up. Immediately, a thick palm encircled his neck, and lightly pushed against the gag, compelling terrible swells down his body. A plea desperately wanted to sound at his lips and cry out Master, but all that made out were broken, hitched moans. Resignation remained at the hem of his being, and he sat still, accepting whatever touched his skin.

It was a fine ending for a bitch, to resemble a puppet and surrender to its Master's whims. Ray didn't say more, he patted the inside of Angel's thighs and furthered them from each other so he could stick padded electric probes at either side. One right below the crevice at a tender side, and the other more between his legs with thinner skin.

All the 4 probes paired well below Angel's trembling cock. Ray kept a hold of Angel's neck, neither tight nor loose, encircling it to its length, and set up the electrical unit at his side.

Over his hand, Angel's two trembling palms had gathered, caressing for attention. A low rumble from his trachea made Ray aware of his quiet wails.

He squinted his eyes slightly. "What is it? You having a problem breathing? Or are you simply testing my patience?"

Angel quickly shook his head. Even while contortions twisted his throat thin, he could breathe well enough to get by.

"Then? Are you scared? Looking for comfort?"

The body talked, thriving in the little, and leaned against Ray's hand to look for a home. His hands desperately clung, and head ready to bow and present itself.

Ray let his thumb graze the side of Angel's neck and said in a soft tone. "Do think this is a day you can ask for comfort, puppy?" Ray flicked a switch and Angel's legs trembled with a muffled cry, he was made to relish in the voltaic consequences of his own needs.

Uttering nothing but pained sobs, Angel didn't dare to let his hands wander down his body and remove the probes smothering his tendons. It laced his whole body with a faint stinging sensation from where it pulsed, vexing his being in tribulations.

The grip on Ray's forearm thinned so much it was bothering his nerves, Angel was yet to be taught how to handle electricity, his mind has probably only one thought and one feeling, both attached to the electrodes on his thighs, trickling static tension in his flesh at a rate he couldn't manage.

At the very least, he was sane enough to not try and remove them. That was enough for Ray, he switched it off and Angel huffed onto his hand, barely maintaining his stance.

Xavier had walked back a minute ago, he was finding gloves and only now settled down with all his things. "Why aren't you slapping him? He's hurting your arm isn't he?"

Angel, being the pretty thing he is, immediately taped his palms behind himself, and held his chin high waiting to be punished. A hand bigger than his face rested on his cheeks, caressing him lovingly.

"What did you bring?"

There wasn't a need to ask since Ray changed the topic.

"Something fun, it's tested. He probably hasn't felt anything like this before though." Xavier swirled a serum-like concoction in a little bowl and threw cuffs at Angel. "Put 'em on."

Jamming the cuffs at his wrists was easy enough for Angel, he waited patiently, his cock still buzzing weakly with the metal surrounding it and everything below it was tingling him into a liquid from the remnant shocks.

The jell was very warm when Xavier rubbed it onto his nipple, the one abused by him minutes ago, immediately making his skin itchy. He waited for the liquid to cool down but it remained searing, like it was burning through his skin or eating it apart piece by piece with millions of tiny ants.

He whined, his arm trying to reach in and scratch the liquid off but the cuffs held his hands behind him.

Ray could guess now what it was, he tugged on Angel's hair to straighten him up and Xavier applied it tenderly to the other side as well. Rubbing his nipple resolutely between his finger and thumb to really let the gel settle and thicken on his skin.

The effect of it was immediate, and the same. Angel was starting to go crazy with the need to scratch it off as the tingle started spreading from his nipple to everywhere surrounding his chest. Ants were freely crossing his bloodstream and chewing him inside out.

"Did you make this?" Ray had an impressed tone.

"Yeah, it'll feel like hell for an hour at least. It's designed to slowly seep into the skin and irritate everything it touches to an almost maddening degree." Actually the gel would do no such thing, or well, it won't sink into the skin, but speaking it, paired with the deeply itching sensation Angel was experiencing gave a pretty effect on his mind.

Angel started crying again, he could feel it settling into his flesh and pricking at it with sharp hot flashes. He shook his head around trying to find relief, while his heart hid away in some corner trying to care for itself when nothing else did. Yet, despite it all, there was a loud blaring of the words, 'do more, ruin me' in his head.

He wanted to be chewed up, swallowed whole.

"Heh, why are you tormenting my baby.." Ray held his head up and stared at the anguished frowns with deep satisfaction. ".. all by yourself. You brought clamps, right? Show me."

"I wasn't planning on putting them on so soon, it would help with the itching you know." Xavier reluctantly handed them over.

"I know." He pinched the chained clamps on Angel's nipples one by one, holding a fairly thick portion taut. Angel hitched a breath, but it relaxed the itching just enough for him to sit still for more than a few seconds.

He was only starting to breathe again when a shock crackled through his severely irritated nerves making him tumble onto Ray's lap while whining like a dying pup.

What did he do to deserve this?

"Shh. It's okay." Ray lightly caressed him. He had turned the machine off already.

Angel shook his head, whimpering, this was unfair, he only failed to sit still because of the intense vibrations on his cock, why is he being punished so severely for that? He hadn't even been trained to handle electricity yet.

Xavier must have heard his thoughts. "This is training, puppy, you can't feel wronged. We would have started slow if you were a well-behaved bitch, but this is your own making."

Angel nested in Ray's lap, unable to refute, he was about to push himself off when his thighs were startled with electric jolts, making him shudder with no strength left in his legs. The current was light, and constant, seeping into his nerves and scaling them thin. It tethered his limbs, like a claw was clutching his flesh wherever the current flowed.

Ray passed the unit to Xavier after setting it up. Since he got the lower body, Xavier would do what he wanted with the torso. The metal clamps were connected with a chain, and a probe was pinned at it, the static tension reaching Angel's nipples wouldn't be a lot, but the itchy and warm liquid would conduct it nicely through his irritated nerves.

There wasn't a need to use it immediately though. The constant stimulation to his legs was enough to reel Angel's head in a haze. His thighs tingled so deeply, he couldn't even gather strength to raise his head from Ray's lap. It was burdening on his heart and bladder.

A hand was caressing his head, loving and gentle, and the gag heaving down his throat was restricting his ability to breathe. And every breath sent a fresh wave of warmth and irritation through the sensitive nerves on his chest. It felt like someone was slowly baking his nipples raw.

He moaned feverishly, annoyed and anguished, unable to sound his worries. He wanted to beg them to stop. He was begging them to stop. His thighs were starting to feel numb and warm, he could only imagine cutting his flesh off and escape the static friction but he couldn't even move an inch from the current flowing through him.

But they went on until pain turned to pleasure and Angel lost himself completely.