by PJ Bayliss
Peyton waited quietly and continued heating it up , holding it with a large leather furnace glove. As she rolled the clamp within the cloak of the flame, his mouth became drier. In what seemed like an eternity she finally removed the clamp and walked toward him.
‘Now, now, Peyton, let’s not take it too far, huh?
She held a finger from her other hand up to his lips to hush him. ‘Hush now, teacher will make it right.’
With a sizzle, she clamped down with the clamp, sending smoke drifting into the air and wafting into his face.
Chaise waited for the burnt rubber smoke to dissipate and looked down toward his crotch. She held the clamp in one hand, part of a rubber hose in the other, and the remainder of the tubing cut in half was lying on the ground.
‘You couldn't find any scissors huh?’
She kinked her head sideways. ‘I thought this might suffice.’
‘You know what? I’m happy for you to not have any sharp objects nearby. Knock yourself out.’
‘I intend to.’ she replied and placed the metal tongs and glove back where she found them. ‘Besides, I can see you’re quite happy,’ she glanced down at his erect penis with a raised eyebrow
Chaise looked down at himself and was just thankful his willy wasn’t lying in a smouldering heap on the floor like the rubber hose.
By the time he looked up, Peyton was kneeling at his feet, preparing him to be tied up. She tied a half-hitch knot in the hose, looped it around the base of his erect cock, using her fingers to seemingly check for a pulse.
‘What are you doing?’ he asked with curiosity.
‘If I get this knot right, it’ll keep your erection maintained and ensure the blood fills your cock up until it is rock hard. Harder than you’ve ever been in your life.’
Chaise gulped. ‘And if you get the knot wrong?’
‘Then the blood flow continues, and keeps onflowing into, but not out of your cock, causing it to explode into little pieces.’
He laughed at her joke. At least he hoped it was a joke, but he still found himself subconsciously popping his ears regardless to relieve any built-up pressure.
Before he could consider the practicality of popping his ears one more time, his eyes rolled backwards as Peyton tightened up the rubber hose, forcing his erection to remain taut. He tensed his buttocks up with anticipation of the pain, but there was none. Like a disgruntled raffle ticket holder who won the car but not the cash, he complained to Peyton and pointed out that her rubber hose snare didn't hurt at all.
‘I’m not done…’ she explained, and continued to pick up the remaining hose lying on the floor. She snapped it against the desk with an almighty whack that echoed throughout the room.
‘Hold on!’ Chaise cried. ‘What do you think you’re doing with that?’
‘Would you rather I use this?’ Peyton held the stainless clamp up that he’d previously used. ‘It’s only fair, one or the other….’
The nervous ticks returned and nestled under his chin. It wasn’t a great decision either way and he racked his memory banks to recall when he’d either been accidentally whipped or clamped. He recalled one time when a monkey shine from his brother wrapped around his waist from his brother in the gym changing rooms and hoped for a similar outcome.
Peyton confirmed his decision. ‘The subject agrees to be whipped,’ she proudly announced, and she walked over to the other side of the room to grab several whips that were hanging on the wall.
Peyton returned and laid all of them out of the bench in front of him. ‘Hmmm, this one might do nicely.’ She selected a long leather bull whip with tassels on the end and walked up to him to trail its length over his erect cock. Her caressing touch sent him into an uncontrollable spasm, drawing more blood into his engorged length.
‘This is how it’ll work,’ she announced. ‘You applied the clamp for ten, long, seconds. So, I shall have ten attempts at this. Okay?’
Chaise nodded compliantly, his heart pounded deep and heavily in his chest.
‘Step forward subject!’ Peyton placed the nub of the whip handle into the small of his back and pushed him forward until his thighs touched the bench in front of him. His penis hung above the surface so that he could tuck his balls away from harm.
‘That’s right, close to the bench like that. We don't want any accidents, do we?’
‘This whole thing seems to be an accident…’
‘What!’
‘Nothing,’ he muttered.
‘Nothing who?’
‘Nothing, Mistress Perez!’ he belted out.
He may not have been a submissive, but he sure knew the rules of engagement when it came to role play. If anything was to come of this little session, he, for one, would maximise its potential.
‘Humph!’ Peyton expelled. ‘I advise the subject to watch its tongue in the future.’
Chaise briefly considered a correction of her pronoun use, but quickly decided against it. She stood at the end of the bench with the whip coiled loosely around her hand.
‘One!’
With a thunderous crack, the whip came down upon the counter. She missed, but by a mere inch or two, and Chaise let out a sigh of relief.
‘Shoulders back!’ she commanded, and then another shout echoed across the room, ‘Two!’
He opened his eyes and the sting of the whip burst through his shaft and into his body. It hurt so badly, as if he’d caught the tip of his dick in his jean zipper, but he held back his yelp and remained composed.
‘Hmm, the subject shows promise,’ Peyton moved in for a closer inspection of his cock, which was now throbbing harder than it had ever throbbed before. She lingered over it as if to kiss him, but shied away to his relief.
Soon enough Peyton was once again poised at the end of the bench and had called another shot. She missed, as did the fourth, however each time he compressed his buttocks in anticipation it still forced blood into his purple shaft, intensifying the pressure and pain even further. By now he was numb to the point of no longer being able to feel his erection, or so he thought as the next strike arrived.
‘Five!’
Another strike directly to the tip of his cock. He never felt the pain though. His member was swollen so bad and constrained to the point where it was now completely numb.
Peyton took another brief inspection at the damage she’d inflicted. ‘Very good.’ she looked at him, ‘The subject has earned a reward for such composure.’ she bent down and kissed the tip of his cock gently, then sucked his glans up into her eager mouth.
Again, he pumped his cock spontaneously to her touch, and again he felt as if his blood had been replaced with boiling acid.
Peyton now fondled another whip, and then a paddle. She pretended to make a difficult decision about which one to use next, but it was going to be a flogger for her sixth strike.
It was a precise hit, the leather strands collapsing around his shaft as she struck with full force upon the table. The impact was just like the one he had envisioned with the sting taken from the floggers’ tail as it embraced the impact zone.
That was almost pleasurable he thought to himself, but such pleasure was quickly reserved as Peyton picked up her next toy of choice.
She flexed the wooden cane in her hand to measure the spring and torsion in its length. Chaise glanced at her briefly and turned away to look straight ahead at the opposing wall. As she sliced the air like a tournament fencer, he closed his eyes and counted down in his head.
‘Seven, eight, nine!’
All three strikes were executed in quick succession upon his clenched buttocks.
‘CHRIST!’ he yelped. ‘What the fuck?’ His feet shuffled like a penguin in a hobbled yet futile to escape the pain. You never told me you'd do that!’
‘True, but I never suggested that I’d be hitting you here either,’ she replied, pointing the tip of the cane at his penis.
Chaise shook his head while biting back the abusive tyrant residing at the tip of his tongu
e. ‘I believe that was nine?’
Peyton nodded and he resumed his position by the counter. He closed his eyes and waited for the final strike.
The paddle felt like a blessing in comparison to everything else. The smooth wooden surface barely bruised him, but graced every inch of his hard cock with a stinging blanket of pain.
His punishment completed, Chaise thought the onslaught of pain was over. He breathed a sigh of relief but held his head high. She could take her pound of flesh, but humility was not something so easily taken. He took his punishment to equal what he dished out.
‘Another round?’
‘Fuck no. I think we’ve had enough fun,’ he replied.
Peyton agreed and released the rubber hose from his wrists. The sudden rush of blood surged to his fingertips and his forearms throbbed as his nerves were finally released. It suddenly dawned on him that another rubber hose needed to be untied, and that would likely deliver another surge of agony to his bruised and battered member.
‘You going to untie me?’
‘In a moment.’
His erection remained taut and erect with the rubber hose still firmly tied around the base of his dick. He waited patiently as Peyton fumbled about in her pockets. She pulled out a small clutch purse and opened it.
She pinched her fingers together and held a smooth red pill in front of his nose.
‘You know what this is?’
‘Yes.’
‘You know what’ll happen to you if you swallow it, don’t ya?’
Chaise nodded. ‘Pretty much the same effect it would have on you.’
‘Yes. But, you’re all tied up there, aren’t you?’
Chaise gulped. He knew exactly where she was heading with this line of enquiry and the vision of his exploding scrotum swept his mind.
‘But you have been such a good boy for me though, haven’t you?’
He nodded once again. Compliance seemed to be his best chance for survival right now.
‘Such a good boy. I think you deserve a kiss.’
Chaise gave a quick frown and wondered what she was up to, but before he could guess Peyton licked her lips and placed the red pill upon her tongue. She grabbed the back of his head and planted her lips on him in a deep and passionate kiss. Chaise could feel her manipulate the pill upon her tongue as she attempted to force it into his mouth. He fought back, his tongue caught in a wrestling match to prevent the capsule from sliding back down his throat.
The pill slid forward and backwards between them as they tried to force it into the other’s mouth until, with a panicked gulp, it was gone and they parted from their kiss.
They locked eyes together in an eternity of silence.
‘Best we get this rubber hose off then?’
‘Yes. Best you do, you bitch.’
Peyton smirked and licked her lips. She was looking forward to the next few minutes when the pill would start to take hold of his body. She tugged upon the end of the rubber hose and it released its grasp around Chaise’s member. He gritted his teeth and bowed his head in response to the immense surge of throbbing pain that rushed to the tip of his cock like an avalanche.
‘Jesus Christ!’ he groaned, ‘I’ve had blue balls before, but this is ridiculous!’
Peyton knew he wouldn’t last very long at all once the effect of the drug took hold. She took him into her mouth, gently at first, focussing upon the tip and glans of his beaten cock, so that she could fondle his rock-hard balls. She felt how tight they were, pulled up to his body and ready to explode having been restricted by the rubber hose and now triggered to explode courtesy of the pill.
He felt so good in her mouth, filling her throat as she plunged down onto him until her lips connected with his navel. The swelling effect of the rubber hose meant she had difficulty fitting all of him in and she relaxed her tongue as the tip of his cock glided down the back of the throat. The sensation of being suffocated thrilled her and Peyton took a deep breath when she eased him out.
Chaise hadn’t ejaculated for several days prior. It had almost been a week since Edinburgh, and his body was full of semen as a result. He shuddered as her mouth encased his throbbing cock and a shockwave cascaded down his spine to the top of his buttocks. He ran his fingers through Peyton’s hair as she grasped his swollen member while she slid her hand down his shaft repeatedly until he burst out with a scream of passion as he came. His hips trembled as she continued to stroke him, milking his load of thick creamy juice from his cock until she wore his scattered lust like a lace veil upon her face.
39
There were days to remember and then there are days like this. Impossible to forget and permanently etched into his memory. As Chaise milled about in the kitchen fixing himself something to eat, he couldn’t help but think about what had happened downstairs mere minutes ago. Besides the great sex, his cock still throbbed as if he’d been fucking the entire night and then some. He reached down into his trousers to adjust it for comfort as Peyton returned from the shower.
Her scent flooded the room and her slender legs threw his gaze to the floor as she walked past him to get some juice from the refrigerator.
‘Feeling okay?’
‘Yeah. How was the shower?’
‘Devine,’ she poured herself a glass and shut the door behind her.
Chaise watched her moist lips as she placed the glass down on the kitchen counter. His eyes locked onto hers as she glanced at him.
‘What’s up?’
‘You’re not the girl I used to know.’
Peyton smirked. They had shared a special kind of friendship growing up, one where she had suppressed her deepest feelings for him to a degree to protect herself from being shattered through heartbreak.
‘You’ve changed quite a bit too.’
‘Just where…’ Chaise shook his head, ‘where on earth did you learn how to do that?’
‘Why’s that?’
‘I just want to know.’
‘I don’t know,’ Peyton took another sip of her juice, ‘here and there I guess.’
‘C’mon Peyton. Tell me.’
‘A girl can have her secrets, can’t she?’
Tongue in cheek aside, Chaise knew her too well and knew she wasn’t going to answer in a straightforward manner.
‘I like secrets,’ he confided. ‘Especially secrets like this.’
Peyton approached and pecked him upon the lips. ‘Your secret is safe with me, babe.’
She walked out to the balcony with her drink. ‘You surprised me there for a momen Chaise.’
‘That makes two of us.’
‘You know it’s a valuable trait to have, taking a treatment like that.’
‘A treatment? Is that what you call it?’
‘Why not?’
Chaise shrugged his shoulders. ‘I don’t feel as if it has healed me in any way. Quite the opposite actually.’
‘Just not the treatment you’re familiar with, I guess.’
He shook his head and decided to get back onto the subject. ‘Why is it valuable then?’
Peyton raised an eyebrow at him in surprise. ‘You don’t know?’
‘No. Tell me.’
‘It’s a valuable lesson to learn in order to dominate, of course. That is, if you wish to.’
‘To dominate? I’m sorry, I don’t get it.’
‘You don’t understand why?’
‘No. Why would being flogged, whipped and beaten possibly be advantageous to becoming a dom?’
‘Hmm. The way I see it, if you wish to dish out the punishment, then you need to have a good understanding about how to dish it out.’
‘The way you see it?’
‘Yes, and others, mind you. It takes training to become a dom. Some of the best were once subs themselves.’
She presented an excellent point of view, and it wasn’t the first time he had heard this theory either. Her advice triggered a recollection from Julie’s book back in Scotland. Besides, it was just plain and logical as we
ll. He reflected on it for a second when his phone started to buzz on the dining table behind him.
He tilted his head and cast a look of confusion toward Peyton. ‘The phones?’
‘Hmm, I guess the network is back up?’
‘Oh,’ Chaise slumped his shoulders and sighed. ‘I was quite comfortable being without it,’ he flicked his thumb across the screen and checked his messages while Peyton walked across the room to grab her phone from a writing desk in the corner.
‘Your father is heading back from Naples. Looks like he’ll be here in about forty minutes.’
‘Did he text you?’
‘No. He’s chipped.’
‘Chipped? What the fuck?’
‘Yes. He is a live trial for the Defence Force contract and has been chipped. I know his every movement and whereabouts anywhere on the planet.’
‘You’re fuckin’ kidding me, right?’
‘Nope,’ Peyton approached and showed him the Pegasus app on her phone, which had a map open of the local region. A flashing beacon indicated that he was a few miles out of the harbour, presumably on the ferry heading to the island.
‘So, this isn’t his phone you’re showing me here? It’s actually his body?’
‘That’s right.’
Chaise shook his head and muttered. ‘I swear to God, I don’t know my family anymore.’
‘I have to tell you about this contract. It is quite exciting.’
‘Yes, but later. I want to check this message. It’s from Julie by the looks.
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Chaise walked out to the balcony and started to listen to his messages. The first one was scrambled and scratchy, but he could tell it was Julie’s voice. She seemed distraught and weary, as if she had just woken up and was still in a slumber. He could barely make heads or tails of it in the end and decided to flick to the next message.
The next message was from her father.
His thick Scottish accent made it difficult to understand, but the message was still clear enough to work out and it was the same message as before - that Julie was in hospital and not taking any calls.