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Twin tales of Torment (Staine x Ahlaway)

Staine

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Jan 8, 2020
Jackson grinned, checking the camera again to see his younger coworker struggling still. Sorry, former coworker...it was so easy to forget that their relationship had changed now. It had been oh so very easy to drug the boy, it hadn't been like he had suspected his older colleague had plans to torture that tight little body in his basement, had it? No, Scott had happily accepted the bottle of water on such a hot day, Jackson had even had it chilling in his personal icebox as the heat had gotten to them both. Scott had drank almost half the bottle of laced water in one gulp while he watched, amused. It had been just ten minutes before the end of work, he had timed it so perfectly and helped the drowsy boy to his truck while everybody else was too busy trying to get to their own air conditioned vehicles to pay any attention to him. An hour's drive and a little effort was all it had taken to get him down here, stripped naked and cuffed to the water pipes while he prepared the bedroom and cage for his new toy. He had been crushing hard but Scott only ever seemed interested in women, and Jackson hadn't felt like taking a risk when he could just take what he wanted. It had been years since he had his own toy anyway.

The candle was getting low now, he remembered hos long it had been when he had slid it into the boy's urethra, thankfully using a little lubrication at least. He wasn't a monster, no...just a sadist. A rapist. His owner. He chuckled as he rose from his seat, finishing his beer and starting to make his way down to the basement where the naked man squirmed and screamed. Crouching by his head he looked down at him with an evil grin, running his finger over the saliva leaking from the corner of his captive's mouth and wiping it off on the boy's cheek. "Well that looks painful, Scotty my boy, do you want me to take it out yet?" He didn't quite feel like removing the gag yet so he hoped the boy still had expressive eyes and was clever enough to signal. "Hurts worse the lower it gets huh, cos the wax has less distance to travel you see...here let me help you with this, wouldn't want you going soft on me." Taking some twine from his pocket he started to tie it tightly around the base of Scott's cock, winding it around his balls too and in between them to separate them. "I'll tell ya what, give me one grunt and I will put out the flame but you'll have to call me Master when I take out your gag, two grunts if you don't think I'm your Master yet. Your call there boy."

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Michael struggled against the bonds holding him...just how had this happened? He was only 24 years old, working as a barrista for the local coffee shop and just about getting by he wasn't important to anything, not really, so why was he suddenly finding himself like this? The man who had kidnapped him had been large, muscular and hadn't said much to him, something about turning down his friend and how he was nothing more than a toy and should get used to it...Michael had tried to beg and plead but the first thing to happen was the ballgag, then the hood. Hot and tight, the latex had encased him, even the eyeholes were covered so he hadn't seen anything else as he had been stripped and encased in more of the same material. A small vibrator had been taped to his manhood, much to his dismay and he had been force fed a pill that seemed to have him hard before long...was it viagra? Other than that he was simply bound up in this latex prison, limbs folded over against each other and tightened straps around to leave him unable to do anything but squirm. He had felt movement, heard laughter as he had been carried into somewhere. He'd spent the last 4 hours squirming, trying to get free while the vibrator buzzed against his thick, hard shaft which just didn't want to go down, seven inches of by now sore cock.

Now he heard footsteps though. He'd been left alone for so long he almost welcomed them but logic told him that he shouldn't be so accepting, that whoever was approaching couldn't be here to save him if he had been left like this. He whimpered into the thick ball gag, trying to wriggle his way free as he felt a hand touch the latex hood covering him, just rubbing over his head like it was petting him. His girlfriend had to be missing him at this point, the man he had been captured by had threatened to beat him if he hadn't given him his email password though and he had watched as he typed that email...he was on vacation for the next three weeks to a month, it had gone to work and to his family and friends...ugh it was so hard to think with his cock so hard like this, the vibrator felt so good! What was happening to him??
 
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