“I’m not sure that’s possible, sweet prince, but isn’t it lovely how each instrument is suddenly the focus of your attention? Like a three-act play.”
I nodded and studied him, the delight on his face bordered on madness. It didn’t make my nervousness any less, but it did encourage me to see how much he enjoyed this. “What areyoufeeling?” I asked.
“Powerful. In control. Honored that you’d trust me to do this to you. Humbled that you’ve given me such a lovely medium to work with.”
“I’m yours,” I reminded him.
“All mine. Take a deep breath now.” Vasil manipulated the sound to penetrate me fully. Then he twisted it slightly and something inside flared to life.
“What was that?” I asked, the sensation stealing my breath away.
“Your prostate. I’m stimulating it from both sides.” He orchestrated both toys simultaneously and the sensation would have made me thrash violently if his web weren’t restraining me.
“Oh gods,” I nearly screamed. “Master, please.”
“Please what, sub?” he asked and did it again.
“I don’t know. Please… just...”
“Breathe, my prince.” He continued his manipulation, puppeteering me from the inside. I jerked and swore and seizedin his web. My prick was now fully inflated and dribbling precum, my hole pumping out so much fluid that it dripped down my crack. Vasil smiled as he fine-tuned his instruments, excited by my agony.
“Now, for the last act, my precious boy.” He plucked up one of the smallish needles, the head of it sharp and designed to pierce flesh. “You’ll need to be still for this, Cedrych. Shall I tighten the web?”
“You’d better, sir.”
Vasil made a motion with one hand and any slight range of movement I’d had before now vanished. I tested his metal strands and found them entirely unforgiving. The metal in my cock and channel throbbed rhythmically, as if Vasil’s own heartbeat was inside me.
“Is there anything you’d like to say to me before we proceed?” Vasil studied me intently, burning through my fever with his incendiary gaze. “Would you like me toslow downor evenhalt,Your Highness?”
“No, Master. Finish me, please. I want it. I want everything.” My emotions were so close to the surface, rippling outward in all directions. He’d turned me into a trembling, needful mess of a man, and I longed to see this transformation complete.
“Very well, deep breath now.”
He leaned over my naked body, so close that I could smell the cedar and erotic musk of his skin. He pinched and twisted my nipple savagely, so hard that I would have jolted had I been able, and then the sharp point of his needle pierced right through my flesh.
“Ahhh,” I gasped, staring down at the needle, the length of my pinky, slightly curved with one perfect drop of blood where the needle exited the puncture. My nipple throbbed in time with everything else, a steady drumbeat in my ears, blocking out all other sound.
“These will look so lovely with a chain connecting them, something I can tug on,” he murmured. “Do you need a break, some refreshment?”
“No, Master. I’m ready. Please… continue.”
He plucked up another needle and twisted my other nipple, to numb it I realized, before stabbing the end of it straight through. The sensations–all of them–seemed to hit me at once, and I could only pant and sweat and marvel at the being before me, more god than man. I pictured us from across the room, with me captive to his every whim. Him standing over me, fully clothed and methodical, controlled where I was chaos, order where I was a mess. I would let him do anything he wanted, a sort of trust that both thrilled and terrified me.
“You are so beautiful,” he remarked, drawing his hand along my inner thigh, causing goosebumps to rise on my flesh. “Aren’t you, pet?”
“Yes, Master,” I said as a few tears leaked out. Pleasure-pain coursed through me, unrelenting, unabated. “Please, Master, will you…”
“Will I do what?”
“Will you finish me now?”Will you end this?It was justso much.More than I’d ever experienced before. Erotic and cathartic and utterly incomprehensible.
“Yes, I think I will.”
He waved one hand over my chest and both needles curled into loops, providing a comforting symmetry to the act itself. Vasil’s web then tugged at me again, folding me up so that my hamstrings ached and my ass stuck out so far it was slightly humiliating, definitely a breeding position.
“Remember to breathe,” was Vasil’s only warning as he took both the sound and the spherical toy in each hand and began to conduct me like a maestro. The music he tore from my lungs was not melodious, not in the slightest. It was primal andpowerful, a sonorous bellow ripped from my chest like some erotic exorcism.
And then I was coming as never before, a full-body orgasm so all-encompassing I couldn’t pinpoint its source. My spirit soared, my body wracked with pleasure as fluid gushed from the hollow sound as well as from my hole. The climax stretched on and on, so that I hardly felt Vasil’s metal instruments being separated from my body or their aching absence. When I finally floated back down from the celestial plane, I was wrapped up tightly in a blanket, cradled in Vasil’s arms within his curtained dungeon bed, a private enclosure that was quiet and dark.
