My months in heaven, his in hell

For those of you skipping the previous chapter: our victim was lured in with the dangled carrot of $10 for hauling some trash into a warehouse. That's largely all you need to know.

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Getting him to my second warehouse hadn't proved much of a challenge. The true challenge had lain in decinding which bag to use. Surely not the body's bag. But the others were filled with garbage.

In the end, it was just one more excuse to give him a bath. There wasn't a bathtub, per say. Okay not per say. There wasn't a bathtub period. I just like saying per say. There was a sink, soap, and several hand towels. I lovingly rubbed down his whole body. I had to heave his entire body to the sink to wash out that gross hair though. I sighed in admiration when the stink and the gel washed away, leaving those light brown locks, just as I'd predicted.

I lay him on the table I'd outfitted for Cody, who was now just a body. I undid the cuffs he was wearing, rubbed and kissed his raw wrists, looking at his closed eyelids in a silent plea for forgiveness. I hadn't meant to hurt him. That was for later. I cinched his wrists in place next to his head, then did the same for his ankles. The unnecesary but arousing blindfold made the final touch. I settled in a chair to wait.

Several hours passed, and even as obssessed as I had become, I began to grow bored tracing his body with my eyes. I laid out some instruments on the other tables in the room, glancing at him every few seconds, but it wasn't until I'd restlessly reclaimed my seat and sat fidgeting for several minutes that he began to stir.

At first he barely moved his arms until they came up short against the leather encirlcing his wrists. Then he turned his head back and forth, almost feverishly, trying to see. His desperation had my cock at attention. His chest heaved, his breaths grew faster as he woke up, shallower as he panicked. I grew hard watching that chest move, those nipples thrust in the air again and again. Finally, he started to thrash, tugging against the restraints, his elbows flying out from the table. His own hypervenilating defeated him after several long, beautiful minutes. I smiled at the cameras in the corners capturing all of this, but I never took my eyes from him as he panted and squirmed.

When his head thumped against the table in defeat, I silently stood and traced a hand over his gasping his chest. Instantly, his blind face turned to me. "What is this?" He seemed to want to ask more, so I decided to lose myself in stroking my hand back and forth across his abs. "If," he swallowed nervously, "if you couldn't pay me, that's fine. Sir." I almost laughed at the final sir, obviously intended to placate.

"No, pet, you're not bound and blindfolded because I couldn't cough up ten dollars. If I wanted your services for free, I'd have let you finish, don't you think? As to what this is- it's fun. I will be extracting some services from you."

I leaned over and tweaked a nipple. He flinched and turned away. That earned him a soft slap on the cheek, "You will, at the very least, pretend to enjoy everything I do to you."

"Or you'll slap me? Like a girl?" He said and then stiffened, ever so slightly. He wasn't ready to take it back, but that fear that quickened his breath told me he hadn't quite thought that through.

I reached around his body and pinched the other nipple. One of his shoulders jerked in suprise, then stiffened. For a moment I thought he was trying to cooperate. That lasted until he jammed his hand as far into the cuff as it would go and swept my hand off him with an elbow.

I smiled. He'd figured out his range of movement quite fast. "Been tied up before, have we?"

"No." His voice trembled; I believe him. Still, such amazing control of his body.

I stepped over to one of my tables of instruments. This one was frightened but willful. To break him hard and fast, drastic measures were called for. I picked up my favorite toy, one I've only gotten to use once before.

I grabbed up more straps and wrapped them around his thighs- he thrashed, but all that did was cause his penis to bob up and down. I stroked it every time he started, and we were quickly rid of the little habit, plus he was starting to harden. I half wished he'd thrash again, so I could stroke him: consequences for actions were crutial at this point in the game, and I couldn't repeat a punishment uninvited without freeing him to the bad behavior that started it. Later, I would touch his cock all I wanted. I dutifully tightened the straps on his thighs and added ones to shoulders and midsection.

The last thing he expected was a feather to his midsection and he started violently before the tickling had him thrashing. No, this wasn't his punishement. It tested the bonds quite nicely though, without reinforcing that bad habit of thrashing randomly. He could thrust up his torso and tremble, but was otherwise held still.

I brought the candle over to him. "Now, I know this is still your first day, but I wanted to get a jump start on this. Also, you're rather rude. So I'm going to be rather rude. Do you know what you're being punished for?" I waited. "No?" Still nothing. "It's only going to get worse."

The fear of the unknown wretched the answer from his lips, "For elbowing you."

"Yes, for denying me and for attempting violence against me."

"Vio-!" he clamped his mouth shut around the word.

"Very good, you're learning. For your appropriate silence now, I won't be punishing you for your silence before. Now, because I'm a curious man, I'm going to ask you to go ahead and say it."

He hesitated, "I... don't really think that soft knock should count as violence, sir."

"You lashed out against me, pet. It counts." With that, I poured a small drop of liquid wax on him. He screamed.

"Now, we can't have that," I told him as he thrashed around desperately, "that's ear shattering." He was in too much pain to make a show of protesting the gag in his mouth. "You're not ever going to disobey me again, are you?" Frantically, he shook his head. "Well, that's all very good, but you've still got nineteen more drops to go. Brace yourself."

The second drop, like the first, was no larger than a dime. He still screamed through the gag and arched against the bonds. But once the wax cooled he lay flat, ready for the next drop. "What a good boy," I stroked his hair back. He whimpered.

The third drop landed right next to his nipple. His muffled scream would've been louder than the first if it weren't for the gag. I flicked the rosy nipple. He flinched, expecting wax. I grinned, remembering that for the first time I had this all on camera! I grabbed myself through my jeans and indulged myself in a few quick, rough rubs before taking up the candle again.

"Four," went on his belly button. He merely convulsed in the straps for a few seconds before laying back.

With a smile, I tilted the candle and let a small puddle land on his left nipple, counting that as three drops. "Seven," I told him when he was done thrashing and imagined he looked grateful I hadn't said five. Or maybe he did look grateful because he thought I couldn't count. Either way, drops eight through ten landed on his other nipple. He moaned whimpered and trembled, but held back a scream this time.

I leaned over and removed the gag. I whispered kindly in his ear, "What a good boy you've been. Can I ask why?"

"I don't want anymore- anymore... punishment."

"Fair enough. Though you should know, from now on the answer is, 'I regret angering you'. Think you can manage that?"

"Yes sir."

"Good, good. I think, just this once, we can cut this punishment short. What do you say?"

"Thank you!" he gasped before falling back, loose in his bonds. With how hard I was, he was sorely mistaken if he thought we were done.

"Ever sucked a cock before, kid?" He started and then wearly shook his head. "Ever had sex at all before?"

"Once...a girl... 'sucked my cock'." He was adorably uncomfortable talking about sex.

"Ah," I said softly, trying for an understanding tone. "How long ago was that?"

"Three months ago," he answered so promptly he must've been counting ever since. Maybe she'd still been his girlfriend and he'd been hoping to get lucky soon. Until today, because now it no longer mattered.

"All right, I'm sure you still remember the basics," I put one knee on his table. His eyebrows raised and his cheeks dropped the way they would if his eyes had gone wide with fear- I was about to sit on his burned chest, and he knew it. What he didn't know is I would sit too high up to touch the burns. "Now, don't give me that look, it's a cock, not a snake, girls do this all the time."

"But sir-"

"You didn't think I'd let your punishment interfer with my plans, now did you?" The noise in his throat meant he wanted to say something. "What?" I snapped with some exasperation, peeling off a dot of wax. He flinched and shook his head. "What?" I repeated, flicking another wax chip away.

"Didn't you..." he licked his lips, "didn't you anticipate the need for punishing a new-"

"Didn't you anticipate that I'd punish you?" I flicked away the sixth and final dot and sat across his shoulders. As he was breathing a sigh of relief, I poked my fingers into the first two dots. His scream was restrained, and beautiful for it, but still too loud. "Hm," I rode his heaving body until he could breath through his nose again. "Rather shrill. Let's try this again, shall we?" He had time for one soft whimper of protest before I jabbed him again. I'd never heard that type of wild keening sound, but it was quieter, so I nodded my approval as I lifted the blindfold onto his forehead.

I interrupted his sigh of relief with fingers rammed into the side of his mouth prying it open. "You bite me and I'll dip your whole body in hot wax, got it?" His head trembled against my hold in the direction of a nod. I was in.

It became immediately obvious he didn't have any idea what he was doing. He was sloppy and random. His tongue touched the head, the bottom vein, the top. "You're not tap dancing here, kid give it a good lick." He merely grunted. He was willing to suck dick, just not well. "Or the candle comes back for another fifty." His lips locked onto the shaft and his tongue ran down the vein, swirling around the head. It was clumsily done, but still wet, warm, and moving. He sucked hard, swirled his tongue past the slit. Turns out, there only so many things you can do with a penis and tongue, and he figured it out pretty fast. He licked it from the base to the tip, and tapped the head teasingly with his tongue. I came. He turned his head as he gagged and spat.

"Guess what, kid?"

"Next time," he said hoarsely, "I'll be expected to swallow."

"You're a fast learner." I patted his thigh affectionately. "You and I, we're going to get along just fine."

He turned his head the other way, to stare at the far wall blankly. He ended up staring staright into a camera. Tension rippled through his body. He stared at the lens like most men would a monster. The hypervenilating started again. "You're... selling this?"

I let him work himself into a frenzy, thrashing and jerking about. Then the tears started. The angle that his arms and legs strained against the bonds, I got the impression he'd have curled up if he could've. I approached him and stroked his hair soothingly. He ignored me. "No, pet, no one gets to see that but us." His growing sobs softened. "Though I'll admit, I'll enjoy seeing those tears again." He jerked his head from under my hand.

I left him to his weeping. After all, I could see it later if I wanted.

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