: A Slave's Painful Torment (1/2)
Author: slavealex Published: 1/4/2008 story views: 42126
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He stood, balanced, though just barely. By force of will, the naked young man tried to remain absolutely motionless. But to do that was almost impossible. It was the point of his bondage, of course.
He stood erect, his legs spread wide by a metal bar strapped between his ankles forcing them apart. His arms were pulled behind his back, strapped together at his elbows and wrists, forcing his well-defined chest forward.
Sweat dripped down his torso and his bound arms all the way to his slim waist. He was gagged, his mouth stuffed with a ball gag and covered by a thick leather strap. Otherwise, he was completely nude.
That was the standard stuff, in and of itself arousing as it silenced and commanded his naked body, offering his shaved and bound cock and balls in wanton invitation. But there was more tonight — much more!
On each of his erect nipples was a small spring-clamp. These connected to a thin leather strap, which then connected together in a heavier strap. This went up to the ceiling rafter and over a pulley there. At the other end of this strap from his nipples, dangling just a few feet in front of the young man, was a metal weight. It rested no more than an inch above a box with a metal plate on its top. In fact, if he weren’t leaning back and away, his sore and distended nipples pulling at the strap, the weight would rest on the box. The young man arched himself backward, trembling, struggling to keep the weight away from the box. He had good reason to.
From the box ran a wire that wound along the floor until it reached the spreader bar that was forcing the young man’s legs apart, exposing his tormented cock and balls. The wire then continued up from the spreader bar, and was attached to a strap that was wrapped firmly around his bound scrotum. If he slumped forward, relaxing his pose, the weight would drop down onto the box, completing an electrical circuit. When the circuit was completed, the box would send a mild shock to his balls — just a few volts but enough to make him squirm from its fiery bite. If the weight stayed on the box, the current would continue for twenty seconds, stop for twenty seconds, then start again, and so on, until the connection was broken.
So he had a choice, this young man in bondage. He could yank at the strap, causing the clamps to bite at his nipples, or relax and send the shock ripping into his tormented balls. When that happened, he found that the sensation brought him to the edge of orgasm.
He would buck and squirm, and the weight would bob up and down and nick the plate, and then the shock would hit him like a whiplash. But he couldn’t take much of the shock, so, in spite of his arousal, he would strain his muscles and arch his naked body, pulling the weight away from the box. Back and forth he would sway, slumping from exhaustion, moaning into his gag when he heard the clank of the metal plates making contact, then steeling himself for the shock to his balls. His tensed body glistened with sweat.
His tormentor stood in the doorway watching him. The young man looked up in fear when he entered, then lost his concentration and slumped forward. Then he arched beautifully and wailed in desperation as the current pulsed through his balls. He