Re: [Waryverse] A HIKE (M/M) Part 2, Feb 7
Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2025 9:11 am
PART 3: THE CURE
Warmed gargled into his gag as the electric jolt to the contents of his chastity cage made him lose balance, his outstretched legs dropping onto the metal bar that delivered another, much stronger current to the various electrodes stuck or clipped to his body.
He grunted with effort as he attempted to raise his legs back off the electrified bar without going high enough to touch the one mounted above, giving him a small window to keep his legs without getting shocked. This caused considerable exertion, and his body, chained to the rack, was covered in sweat.
Aside from the cage, Loum had inflicted Faiz's isolation hood on him - it fully and tightly encompassed his head, completely shutting him off from sight and sound, his lips wrapped around a tube extending into his mouth into which a plug gag had been inserted, and, worst of all, two thin hoses with inflatable (and, of course, inflated) fastening balloons going up his nostrils.
Unlike Rui, however, Loum was merciless. Wary had no idea how long he'd been in the hood; Loum fed him at seemingly random intervals; dumped him onto his blanket on the floor, chaining his neck to the ring set into the ground, even when he wasn't tired; roused him when he felt like he'd been asleep for at most ten minutes... but he couldn't know. Not a sound that wasn't his had reached him since the instrument of his sensory deprivation had been inflicted on him.
He knew he deserved it, too. Loum's fall had been his fault, he'd distracted him, and then gone way too far when he was vulnerable.
He'd spent much of the time just lying around, shackled, deaf, mute, blind, and most of all bored, to the point where he'd begun looking forward to the torments Loum inflicted on him, just so something was happening. The heavy steel ball chained to his groin and ankle further discouraged any attempts at movement.
His burning legs gave out again, landing on the lower bar. More shocks to his nipples, sides, groin. He tried to lift his legs one more time. Couldn't.
Suddenly, it ended.
He felt Loum's hands under the rim of the hood, pulling it up. Sweat poured out from under it. In a second, he'd let go again, sealing him back up in his prison.
Instead, Loum removed his gag, then peeled the entire thing off of his head. Warmed remained silent, breathing real air for the first time in ages, as Loum shackled him back up, threw a loop of thin rope around his neck, and dragged him wordlessly over to the big metal chair.
- * -
Wary's lack of resistance told Loum that he was, once again, in his self-doubt space. It was time to end this - but not without a final challenge.
Having chained him to the chair, deliberately leaving him ungagged, he used a pulley to turn the rope around his neck into a makeshift noose, pulling it tight and hanging a weight from it. The knot he'd used ensured that his husband wouldn't be strangled... much.
Two nasty clips went on his raw nipples, causing him to hiss.
"I know you think it was your fault," said Loum. "It wasn't."
He knelt before Warmed's splayed legs, removed the cage, and took his rapidly hardening member into his hand. When his moaning captive was close, he stopped and got back up, giving his throbbing erection a painful slap.
Wary was very confused when Loum pushed a tennis racket between his thighs.
"Hope you can sustain that erection," he said.
"What?"
Loum turned and walked away, turning around at the soundproof door. "Oh, that's an electric flyswatter."
Understanding dawned on Warmed's face. "You motherf--"
But Loum had already left.
- * -
@Jb99 @Pup Wingletang @Xtc @gag1195 @bondagefreak @DeeperThanRed @Bradstick @Red86 @Paris_bondage @Ryankage @Tsuhaya
Warmed gargled into his gag as the electric jolt to the contents of his chastity cage made him lose balance, his outstretched legs dropping onto the metal bar that delivered another, much stronger current to the various electrodes stuck or clipped to his body.
He grunted with effort as he attempted to raise his legs back off the electrified bar without going high enough to touch the one mounted above, giving him a small window to keep his legs without getting shocked. This caused considerable exertion, and his body, chained to the rack, was covered in sweat.
Aside from the cage, Loum had inflicted Faiz's isolation hood on him - it fully and tightly encompassed his head, completely shutting him off from sight and sound, his lips wrapped around a tube extending into his mouth into which a plug gag had been inserted, and, worst of all, two thin hoses with inflatable (and, of course, inflated) fastening balloons going up his nostrils.
Unlike Rui, however, Loum was merciless. Wary had no idea how long he'd been in the hood; Loum fed him at seemingly random intervals; dumped him onto his blanket on the floor, chaining his neck to the ring set into the ground, even when he wasn't tired; roused him when he felt like he'd been asleep for at most ten minutes... but he couldn't know. Not a sound that wasn't his had reached him since the instrument of his sensory deprivation had been inflicted on him.
He knew he deserved it, too. Loum's fall had been his fault, he'd distracted him, and then gone way too far when he was vulnerable.
He'd spent much of the time just lying around, shackled, deaf, mute, blind, and most of all bored, to the point where he'd begun looking forward to the torments Loum inflicted on him, just so something was happening. The heavy steel ball chained to his groin and ankle further discouraged any attempts at movement.
His burning legs gave out again, landing on the lower bar. More shocks to his nipples, sides, groin. He tried to lift his legs one more time. Couldn't.
Suddenly, it ended.
He felt Loum's hands under the rim of the hood, pulling it up. Sweat poured out from under it. In a second, he'd let go again, sealing him back up in his prison.
Instead, Loum removed his gag, then peeled the entire thing off of his head. Warmed remained silent, breathing real air for the first time in ages, as Loum shackled him back up, threw a loop of thin rope around his neck, and dragged him wordlessly over to the big metal chair.
- * -
Wary's lack of resistance told Loum that he was, once again, in his self-doubt space. It was time to end this - but not without a final challenge.
Having chained him to the chair, deliberately leaving him ungagged, he used a pulley to turn the rope around his neck into a makeshift noose, pulling it tight and hanging a weight from it. The knot he'd used ensured that his husband wouldn't be strangled... much.
Two nasty clips went on his raw nipples, causing him to hiss.
"I know you think it was your fault," said Loum. "It wasn't."
He knelt before Warmed's splayed legs, removed the cage, and took his rapidly hardening member into his hand. When his moaning captive was close, he stopped and got back up, giving his throbbing erection a painful slap.
Wary was very confused when Loum pushed a tennis racket between his thighs.
"Hope you can sustain that erection," he said.
"What?"
Loum turned and walked away, turning around at the soundproof door. "Oh, that's an electric flyswatter."
Understanding dawned on Warmed's face. "You motherf--"
But Loum had already left.
- * -
@Jb99 @Pup Wingletang @Xtc @gag1195 @bondagefreak @DeeperThanRed @Bradstick @Red86 @Paris_bondage @Ryankage @Tsuhaya