Chapter Nine
Kris
He shoved a goddamned rubber dick down my throat then pissed and jizzed all over me!Kris couldn’t believe just how much further things had escalated. I’ll never be able to look at pencils the same way ever again.
“You’ll want to take in a deep breath through your nose and let it go when I release your nipple,” Ishmael said.
The fact that he was telling him how to make it through the pain told Kris exactly how much he was about to suffer. Kris drew in that breath, letting it out in a long, sharp blast accompanied by a muffled scream as blood rushed back into his abused nipple.
“It’s swollen so beautifully,” Ishmael said, bending down to nip it between his teeth, sending fresh paroxysm of pain through Kris. Tears ran freely from the corner of his eyes. Ishmael straightened up. “Now for the other one.”
Kris couldn’t help it. He tensed up, forgetting to take a deep breath. It made things a million times worse. Black spots danced before his eyes, and he began flailing. Through his panic, he became aware of Ishmael’s deep tones, quietly reassuring him and stroking his hair and arm.
“Easy, take a slow breath in, now out.”
Kris reached for that voice, anchoring it in his mind in a desperate bid to come out of the suffocating abyss he’d fallen into. He sucked in a breath through his rapidly clogging nose, then blew it out.
“That’s it. Don’t worry about that, we’ll wipe your face after. Just breathe, sweet one. So brave, gifting me with your pain.”
The dancing spots disappeared to be replaced with Ishmael’s model-perfect face looking down at him in concern.
“Let’s rest for a moment, then I’ll get you down.”
Kris nodded.Rest meant no more torture, right?
Ishmael continued to breathe with him, stroking his hair and his arm until he was satisfied that Kris was recovered enough to move on. First, he moved Kris’s legs together and lowered them to the floor. He then cuffed them together.
And how am I supposed to walk?
He received his answer when the next thing Ishmael did was help him to kneel on his knees before bringing his arms together and cuffing them in front of him. Then Ishmael guided him towards the chair where Ishmael took a seat once more. Once seated, he began rubbing Kris’s arms to return proper circulation to them. The answering pins and needles added yet another level of discomfort, but he knew it would be a fleeting one and far less painful than not. Next, he rubbed his hands, then lifted him onto his lap, where he began rubbing his legs and feet. When he was done, he cradled Kris against him as if they were lovers and rubbed their foreheads together.
“You did so well. You will learn to treasure giving me your pain for my pleasure,” he whispered. “You are made for this. The more I hurt you, the harder your cock became.”
It was true. His dick was aching, begging for relief.
Traitor.
“Come, let’s get you to the shower,” Ishmael said, unsnapping his ankle cuffs.
Kris ginger put his feet on the floor and placed his weight on them. His legs shook, but he was steady enough to walk. Ishmael stood and offered his arm. Kris took it, grateful for the chance to not faceplate on the floor and deal himself even more damage. They left the office space and entered an open concept living/kitchen/diner space. It was enormous, most of the floor space bare and covered in tile. The outside walls floor to ceiling glass windows. Looking at one way, you saw the wharf. The far side gave city views. It was beautiful, but cold, much like the home’s owner. Reaching a door, Ishmael opened it to reveal a well-appointed bedroom. He led Kris through it to the en suite. He uncuffed Kris’ hands and motioned for him to step into the three and a half walled shower.
“Turn it on,” Ishmael ordered. “You’ll find body wash, and shampoo on the shelf. There’s a fresh towel on the rail for when you’re done. Make sure to turn the shower off and use the mat when you step out. I will be waiting for you to come out. “ Ishmael narrowed his eyes. “I’m trusting you to keep your word and not try anything stupid.”
Kris nodded. He had no intentions of harming himself. I didn’t just go through all that to avoid death to turn around and do me in myself. He stepped in as he was told and turned the large dial. Water began to fall from the rainfall showerhead. He turned it a bit further, wanting the water hotter. He glanced over at Ishmael, hoping he’d remove the gag and restraints off of him for the shower.
“And don’t try to pleasure yourself,” Ishmael said looking down at Kris’ bound cock. “Your pleasure is mine as well as your pain.” With that, he left a still stunned Kris in the bathroom.
It was the weirdest shower he’d ever taken, Kris decided as he soaped up. He wondered if this was to be his whole life now, walking around in full bondage gear, restrained, gagged, and tortured. Or would there be more? Would he be working here at the hotel, maybe, in some capacity?
He lathered up his hair and began to rinse. He let the soap and shampoo run down his grown slowly before angling his torso to better rinse it off.
No sense risking Mr Kinky Rich Fucker having a hidden camera in here and deciding just washing my dick and balls is getting off.
Shower complete, he realised he felt drained and more than a little hungry. He turned the shower off with a shaking hand and stepped out to the mat. He reached for the towel and quickly towered most of the wet from his hair, then rubbed himself dry. Wrapping the towel around his hips, he opened the door to the bedroom. A man he didn’t recognise stood looking out the window, turning to face him as he heard him enter the room.
“Hello, Kris, I’m Ollie. Mr Lux is waiting for you at the table.”
Kris took a step forward, only to have the man stand in his way, one perfectly manicured brown hand extended in a ‘stop’ gesture.
