was wild with passion, naked and bound and tortured into a frenzy by this clever scheme. And the fact that he himself determined what happened, in a helpless, tormented way, only added to his stimulation.

His master was contemplating a new addition to his bondage predicament. He rummaged through a dresser and came up with two small boxes, also dangling wires. He connected these wires to two small jacks in the bigger box, then bend down between his captive’s splayed legs.

“Up on your toes” he commanded. The young man moaned but obeyed, arching up on his toes until his heels cleared the floor. The tormentor slipped one of the smaller boxes under each heel. Each box had a small button on its top, no more than a half inch from his young victim’s foot. If he dropped down from his toes, his heel would push the button.

“Better stay as you are,” he teased. “If either heel touches those buttons, it’ll up the voltage to your balls another notch. Keep your feet down and it’ll keep upping the current.” The young man groaned deeply in frustration and agony as he heard this. Even though he was an athletic guy, it was hard to stay on his toes with his legs spread so wide and with his torso arched. But he would try. He didn’t want the shocks to get any worse.

“It’s ten o’clock,” his tormentor said. “What do you say I leave you here until — oh, I don’t know — how about midnight?” The young man looked at him in horror, shook his head no, and moaned into his gag. He wasn’t watching the weight as he did this, and it dropped and touched the box. The shock hit him, and he snapped to attention and arched backwards in response. Too far backwards. He got his weight back and dropped off his tiptoes, and his heels — both of them — hit the buttons. He squirmed anew as the current surged a little higher until, after twenty long seconds, it stopped. He was panting, his breath ragged and nostrils flaring. Even though the current had stopped, he kept squirming, aroused, his cock twitching, so hot he didn’t care for anything except the orgasm about to burst through his loins.

His writhings took him forward again, and the weight touched down. This shock pushed him over the brink. He would not be denied. Eyes wide, wailing into the gag, fingers clawing at his ass, his hips thrust forward, he came with an all-consuming violence. Wave after wave rippled through his body, which bucked and writhed in erotic abandon as seemingly endless streams of cum spewed from his engorged cock.

The master admired the naked young slave spasming before him. His head was thrown back, and he shook it back and forth as he came. Insistent moans came from his gagged mouth. His muscles strained against his bondage, the weight scraped along the box, and his torso writhed delightfully. His balls tensed and his cock a deep red, his juices dripping down its shiny thick length. He was a spectacle of unchecked eroticism.

When his climax subsided, he slumped again and fell heavily onto his heels, only to arch upwards again when yet another shock hit. He looked up through frightened and exhilarated eyes, his mind and body saturated with the intensity of his pain and pleasure.

His master smiled at him, flicked off the lights, and closed the door, leaving him to his frenzy of torment.