“Georgiy, did you know you can use a dick to turn on a lightbulb?”
He pauses, staring at me. “Is that so? I always thought it was a potato.”
“Potato. Dick. Same thing.”
He harrumphs. “Perhaps we should test this little theory out after you’ve come.”
As he says that, the cool metal of the plug is pressed into my ass until it’s completely settled inside. Then he focuses on my cock.
He pulls the cage off and places something around the head of it, pulling the foreskin down and making me groan at the feel of his fingers grazing the tip.
“Very nice,” he murmurs and then bends down and pulls something else from his case.
Clamps.
My nipples pucker in response.
He attaches the wires to them and then places the clamps on my nipples. It hurts, pain zinging through my chest to my arms, which are stretched out above me.
“Perfect,” Georgiy says as he runs a latex-covered finger down my sternum. “You would make a lovely subject. The way your body would respond to surgery.”
“You going to operate on me?”
“Only if I need to.”
Then his hand moves to the box, and he flicks a switch. I hear the hum of the machine and then the jolt zipping through my body. An electric current moving into my ass, around my dick and up to my nipples. I groan at the sensation, and Georgiy watches it all, his eyes intent on me.
“More?”
“More,” I moan as he twists the knob on the machine, making the current strengthen. It rushes through me over and over, the waves making my legs and arms strain against the restraints, the leather creaking under each pull. But it’s not enough. I want it all.
“More!” I shout, and Georgiy chuckles.
“Of course you’d want more. I should have known.”
He twists the knob until he can’t anymore and my back arches up off the bed, my entire body bowed. My mouth is open in a scream, my cock aching. It hurts. It hurts so good.
Suddenly, it stops, and my back falls to the bed, my eyes opening. Georgiy is staring down at me.
“Again?”
I wet my lips. “Yes.”
And so it continues. Georgiy brings me to the point of tears before stopping, my entire body aching and screaming before he does it all over again. I lose track of time, listing the scars on my body, where I got them and how.
A rat.
A stone.
A razor.
A whip.
Some I don’t remember, some just appeared, but he accepts that response and moves on. He continues until I’m panting, until sweat beads on my skin, and my nipples, cock, and hole are hurting.
“We still have your legs left, Bane. You have so many scars here. You ready for more?”
I nod, and Georgiy drips some water into my mouth, my parched tongue lapping it up.
