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A long, loose hood which came down to his shoulders covered Christian’s head. A strap around the neck pulled the leather in tight, causing the hood to balloon in and out as he breathed. It felt deliciously horny. He felt as if he was flying: he’d been suspended in a loose spread-eagle, face down from ceiling chains, in a leather parachute harness - his cuffed wrists and ankles also hanging from chains. It was comfortable, but extremely frustrating: by pulling on the chains he was able to move about quite a lot, but he coulnd’t get his hands anywhere near his crotch.
Master Benjamin had attached a device to the boy’s cock; it was a plastic ring with a small, bullet-shaped vibrator positioned exactly on his sweet spot: on the underside, just below the ridge of the head. It was wireless, so there was no dangling cable to get in the way.
“Ok, I think we’re ready.” Benjamin pressed a button on the control box, and the vibrator started to hum.
Christian jumped at the sudden, unexpected stimulation. Then a loud moan came from under the leather hood, and the boy shook his head from side to side. “Noooo…. Please….”
Benjamin had set the vibrator to a fairly low level, but even that was getting to Christian too quickly. He turned it down further. It took about a minute to get him to the edge, and Benjamin killed the power. The chains rattled as the boy struggled madly, doing everything he could to get to his cock and wailing pathetically.
“Forty-one.”
Benjamin turned the level down even more, and the vibrator began to buzz again.
This was fiendish. Christian could move and struggle, but nothing he did made the slightest difference. He couldn’t get his hands to the thing, and wherever he moved, the vibrator was there, sending waves of pure pleasure through him – he couldn’t get away from it however he struggled, and the feelings it was causing were unbearbly horny. Inside the leather hood – which itself felt intensely sexy - his mind kept providing him with images of the gorgeous biker from the last session, and that just made things worse.
“Forty-two.”
For the thousandth time, Christian thought he was going to go mad. This was unendurable torture, but he could do nothing about it. His body, his nervous sysem, was being played by sadists.
The vibrator buzzed...
“Forty-three.”
Oh fuck, that one had been horrendous. He’d been absolutely sure he’d been going to cum that time – but the holy grail of orgasm had been snatched away from him yet again. He’d screamed.
No matter how hard he tried to will himself not to give in to it, the devilish little vibrator, buzzing on the head of his cock, brought him repeatedly to the edge - and each time, when it was switched off, intense rage and frustration filled his universe. At those moments even the hood seemed to be conspiring with them - the sexy black leather clinging to his face with each inhalation, reminding him how absolutely helpless and controlled he was. How he stayed sane for the rest of those edgings he had no idea.
Eventually the session was over. Fifty edgings. Half way. He was never going to last the day.
Master Colin’s playroom, like Master Colin, was large. The huge man, in leather jeans that must have been as far around as they were long, stood by the side of Jeff looking through the one-way glass window at Christian, who was spread-eagled vertically in the centre of the playroom to a huge spiderweb of leather-covered ropes.
“That’s my latest acquisition,” said Colin. “Had it made by a friend who constructs sets for films.”
“That is impressive,” smiled Jeff, sipping his whisky. This one, by the taste of it, was from Tescos.
The door to the observation room opened and a cute boy stuck his head in. “We’re ready, Sir.”
Colin nodded. “Thanks. We’ll be out shortly.”
Colin liked cute boys. He had lots of them, though Master Jeff was never quite sure how he got them; Colin was by no means a physically attractive man. “Right, let the theatre begin...”
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