11-20
Christian had been strapped to a restraint table, his legs in raised stirrups which brought his feet to the perfect level for someone sitting at the bottom end to work on. There was no device built into this table to hold the boy’s cock back, so James placed his left hand flat on the Christian’s stomach and moved it downwards, taking the cock with it, and held it there with one rubber-gloved hand, pointing slightly towards Adrian at the end of the table, the fingers circled round the balls. This left his right hand free to work on the cock.
He began by enclosing the whole of it with a very light grip, and moving his hand up and down slowly. The boy, already so horny from the previous unbearable edging, moaned in growing pleasure. There was an edge to the moan too, though, as he knew all too well that very soon that pleasure would turn into hateful frustration. When he was restrained so that he coudn’t move at all, there was little compulsion to fight against it – nothing he could do would change anything: his body responded to the fiend James’ touch exactly and precisely how the man intended it to, and he was powerless to do anything about it – so he had no option but simply to accept it. But if he could move – even a little – then he became incapable of stopping himself from struggling against it with everything he’d got; he had a very powerful natural instinct to resist controlled humilation like that. Unfortunately for him, trying to resist but not being able to, turned him on like fuck.
The bastard James knew even this, and occasionally he arranged the restraint so that the boy could struggle and try to get his cock away from his hands. That was worst of all, because then he couldn’t stop himself from trying to fight it – and his inability to do so just made him need to cum more urgently. He couldn’t win.
“Eleven”.
Christian gulped in a lungful of air and wailed pitifully. The tension in the leather straps holding him down relaxed, as his back – which had arched under the restraints when his body had prepared itself for an orgasm that had promised to be of extreme intensity – dropped back onto the padded gurney in defeat.
Adrian had been watching this intently. Now, as James waited for the boy to recover, he leaned forward and very gently took a big toe into his mouth. Christian, who had not been expecting this (he had been told nothing about what would be in store for him during this day’s activities) gasped in surprise and looked down.
As James went to work on the cock again, Adrian used his tongue, teeth and lips on the toe. He massaged it, teased it, licked and carressed it before moving on to another.
Christian had never experienced this before. It felt extraordinarily sexy and, with the touch of James’ rubber fingers on his cock, it made the boy approach orgasm quicker this time. Quite apart from the actual sensations in his feet, the idea of two guys working on him was turning him on like fuck. This time, when James stopped, so did Adrian – at exactly the same time – and the feeling of frustration was worse than it had ever been before. He let out a yell that resonated around the room.
“Twelve.”
Christian was already so fucking horny. Everything the two guys did to him was turning him on, making him need to cum. He watched James, the movements of the shiny black rubber jacket and of the gloves as they tormented his hard, desperate cock over and over and over again. And Master Adrian was an expert on feet – his mouth working on the toes and his fingers teasing the bare soles together sent shivers of ecstasy through his body.
He prayed for James to make a mistake and let him cum. Please, please let him make a mistake. But James never, ever did. He knew from previous sessions that the man was a sadist; his cock would be as hard as steel in the codpiece of his rubber jeans as he made his victim suffer. The one thing James got off on most of all was making a helpless boy need to cum more urgently that he could deal with.
“Twenty.”
Christian gave voice to something that was half-cry, half- sob. His pelvis thrust up and down as much as his restraints would allow, but he fucked empty air – James’ fingers were no longer there.
With the shorts, the hood and the straitjacket on again, the boy was taken to the next playroom.
Master Peters was a slim, jovial, elderly gentleman, and had a more overpoweringly intense fetish for black leather than anyone Master Jeff had ever known. All of the gear he wore was lined with kid leather - the shiny side in – and, notwithstanding his age, he was physically very fit, and walked around with an almost permanent erection. He’d been known to cum spontaneously while looking at pictures on the internet of guys in skintight leather jeans.
“Jeff! Long time no see! Come and take the weight off. Scotch?”
Master Jeff thanked him as he accepted the crystal glass, and settled back in the comfortable armchair.
“I’m fascinated by this, Jeff. Who’s idea was it – yours or that perverted James, I wonder?”
Jeff chuckled. “Actually it was mine. And it’s proving to be interesting. The boy – he’s called Christian – has been educational.”
“So, how’s he been edged so far?”
Jeff described the edgings thus far, in as much detail as he could.
“Adrian’s always been a foot man at heart. It’s surprising he didn’t cum himself while he was working on an attractive boy’s feet.”
“Well actually...”
“Ha! I knew it!” Master Peters refilled their glasses. “So, edging. The effects are cumulative, I’ve found.”
“They are – well, certainly up to a point. That’s one thing I’m fascinated to find out: does it plateau, or does it just continue to get worse indefinitely – or at least until the victim goes insane?”
“Hmm. Yes, perhaps you should write a paper on it.” He chuckled. “So, apart from the actual cock work, what else are you using against him?”
“Well, this boy has quite a few fetishes. His main one is sports kit – especially shorts. We’re keeping that for the last visit of the day.”
Peters nodded. “Use his biggest fetish against him when he’s going to be at his most vulnerable and susceptible to it. Nice. I like that.”
“Exactly. But leather – especially the feel of cold leather against his skin – is another big fetish for him, and that’s where you come in, Peters.”
Peters smiled. “Cold leather. Oh, yes, a boy after my own heart. Christian is going to be well and truly leathered, believe me...”
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