“Good boy. Good Bane. You are doing so well.”
I groan as he moves back to the machine and asks me about the long scar zigzagging up my thigh.
“The man in the shadows. He sliced me with a rock. Same as the one on my shoulder, and the one on my hip.”
“When I find him, how long do you want me to let him live while I take him apart?”
“Days.”
He grins at me, a tilt of his lips. “Done.”
The electricity has my skin breaking out in goosebumps, my tendons straining. And by the time Georgiy gets to the bottom of my feet, asking how my pinkie toe lost its nail, he finally stops, and the machine whirs down.
My body hums.
Everything hurts.
And I still haven’t come.
I want to come.
“You’ve been such a good boy,” he says, his accent deeper than normal. “I think I should give you a reward.” He pauses, pulling the clamps off my nipples and unwinding the wires from my cock. It’s still hard despite having been shocked incessantly. “Would you like to suck me off?”
My eyes roll back into my head.
“Yes. Please.”
“Hmm. I think I’ll allow it. But first, I’m going to let you come.”
“Oh, yes please.”
Georgiy grabs the lube and squirts some onto my cock, letting it drip down to my balls before reaching into his bag and pulling out a Fleshlight.
“You could use your mouth.”
“Another time,” he says as he adds lube to the toy. Then he sinks it onto my hard length, and I groan, my eyes rolling back into my head. It’s overly sensitive, so each stroke is almost too much, but I love it. Because he’s watching me. He’s going to get me off.
Him.
My hips meet each thrust, and when his wrist moves faster, I know I won’t be able to hold back. My cock erupts, my teeth chattering as a scream leaves me.
His name is on the tip of my tongue as I gasp for breath.
Amazing. Too much. Too little.
“Good. Now. Let’s get you washed and ready for bed.”
He removes the filled Fleshlight and unbuckles the leather straps, my arms wiggling down to my sides, my knees bending as my hole clenches around the plug.
It doesn’t stay there long. With a twist of his hand, it’s removed from me, leaving my hole open and wet.
“Come, let’s get clean.”
He pulls his gloves off and tosses them onto the table, helping me stand on wobbly legs. He guides me to the bathroom and starts filling the tub. Soap is added, bubbles piling on top of the water, and he helps me sink into it, the hot water soothing my aching muscles.
His shirt sleeves are rolled up his forearms as I lean back, letting him rub his hands across my shoulders. His strong fingers dig into my sore muscles, rubbing the joints and making me moan.
“Does anything else still hurt?”
