“Of course, beautiful boy. I’ve got you. You’re safe.”
He was still okay as the lights gradually came on, and Cam sighed with relief as his eyes focused on the oh-so-slight difference between the bed column and wall behind it, and the support beams gradually came into focus.
“Does this mean I made it ten minutes, Master?”
“It does. It also means you get a vibrating butt plug in a little while, and permission to jack yourself off to a sanctioned orgasm. Hold tight a few seconds as I get you unhooked, and I’ll walk you to the bathroom.”
The rest of the day was a blur. He was allowed his reward orgasm, was given a glass of chocolate milk he was later told was a protein shake, was allowed fifteen relaxing minutes in the hot tub, and then spent thirty minutes in the original light/dark electrical protocol.
As always, he was exhausted and useless afterwards, and this session was ten minutes longer than he was used to.
“You made it to nearly nine minutes once, better than your time prior to today, but not as good as your time during the enema.” Isaac kissed his forehead. “You were a minute and seven seconds short of your longest to date, and you’re going to hurt for twice as long, my beautiful boy.”
The lights went even brighter as Isaac settled a tablet before him with a timer set at two minutes and fourteen seconds, and said, “Begin.”
An excruciating shock blasted into his ass, balls, and cock at the same time, and Cam’s scream was so sharp it felt as if a knife sliced the inside of his throat.
His gonads tried to pull up and hide inside, but Isaac had run twine around them just snug enough to trap them and spoil their retreat.
He opened his eyes to the painfully bright light, saw the clock counting down, and realized he was only at the fifteen second mark when it dropped below two minutes.
A whip snaked around his body, and he tried to focus on the line of burning fire instead of the horrible electrical current going into his ass, surrounding his cock, and shooting into and around his testicles.
The whip came again, from a different direction, and he fought his bonds and screamed as the sensations overwhelmed him.
The lights went back to normal as the timer reached zero, and Isaac wrapped his arms around Cam’s trembling body.
“You’re okay. It’s over, boy. Give me a second and I’ll get you down.”
Isaac gave him some sports drink and let him have a few bites of ice cream before he took him to a workout room.
“I’ve programmed the lights in here to work with the treadmill,” Isaac told him as he walked him to the machine and motioned him onto it.
“As long as you’re running the lights will stay on. If the machine senses you’re no longer running, or if you turn it off, the lights will go out.” He touched Cam’s shoulder. “You’ll need to run faster than five miles an hour to keep the lights on. The program will shut off when you reach eleven minutes with the lights off, or when you’ve run five miles. Whichever comes first.”
“Sir? Master?”
Isaac looked so compassionate, but Cam knew he wouldn’t back off once he’d defined the parameters.
“Will you be close? Touching me again?”
“I’ll be in the room, with headphones on listening to an MP3 of a novel. I’ll hear you if you yell and need help, but I don’t expect you will.” He leaned in and brushed Cam’s cheek with his lips. “This is about you dealing with the dark on your own. I’ll be ten feet away but I won’t talk to you unless you freak out on me, and I truly hope you can keep it together.”
Cam ran about a minute and jumped to put his feet on the side rails, and was immediately plunged into absolute darkness with the treadmill’s rhythmic noise a nightmare-inducing infinite loop straight out of a horror film.
He moved his feet back to the treadmill and ran without stopping again, and was exhausted when he finished his five miles and the treadmill turned off.
Isaac walked him to the kitchen, fed him another protein shake and let him eat some peanut butter with it, and walked him to the bedroom.
Cam knew Isaac had warned of sleep deprivation, so he didn’t ask questions as the experienced Dom put him into an impressive shibari harness.
However, when he put him into a box and proceeded to situate him in a loose hog-tie, Cam couldn’t keep quiet.
“Master? Can you tell me what you have planned, please?”
“Simple. I need dark to sleep, you need light. You’ll be in bright light in the box, but it’s light tight so I can still be in the dark. You’ll have a microphone and speaker in here, so you and I can talk.”
Cam wasn’t horribly uncomfortable. His arms rested on his bottom and his legs were bent at the knees, but the hog-tie was relaxed enough his back wasn’t terribly arched.
Isaac closed the lid and Cam heard footsteps outside the box.
It took him a second to realize the speakers were down near his feet, and the sound wasn’t an indication of the direction Isaac was walking.
A soft pad was under him, but the light was so damned bright, and it wasn’t stifling hot but warmer than he’d prefer to sleep. With the light, it would probably get warmer, though.
He heard the bedsprings and then, “Are you okay, Cam?”
“Yes, Sir. I don’t think I’ll get much sleep, but I guess that’s the point?”
“It is. I have a condition that keeps my eyelids from blocking out light. It isn’t something I talk about often, and I ask that you never tell anyone because I consider it supremely personal. However, it means I need total darkness to sleep, or I get the kind of sleep you’ll get tonight with the bright lights shining through your eyelids.”
Cam digested the information and said, “Thank you. I won’t betray your trust, and it helps to understand why you need total darkness.”
“You’re welcome. I have the speakers turned up pretty loud so I’ll hear you if there’s a problem. Please keep quiet, with no moaning or groaning unless you intend to wake me. You’re going to be incredibly grumpy tomorrow, and I’m guessing you want me rested and patient with you, and not just as grumpy as you?”
Cam laughed. “I think you’re probably right, Master. Pleasant dreams.”
“Just to be clear, don’t hesitate to wake me if there’s a problem. The speaker is up so I’ll be sure to hear you if you need me. Okay?”
“I understand, Master. Thank you.”
Cam passed the night in a silent, brightly lit hell. By morning the hog-tie had gone from discomfort to pain. He dozed here and there, but deep sleep never came.
He was aware of his contorted body and the bright lights every second of the night.
Isaac didn’t massage the kinks out the next morning, and didn’t even allow him to pee before wrapping the heavy duty foam lined shackles on his wrists and ankles, stretching him in an X at the foot of the bed, placing the electrodes, and setting his tablet to begin another thirty minutes of light/dark conditioning.
The dark was even more intense after Cam’s dreadful night surrounded by brightness in the box.
And it dawned on him…Isaac was turning being locked into brightness its own form of hell.
He counted in his head to make sure he lasted at least ten minutes in the dark, to be sure he didn’t have to suffer the consequences for going backwards.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Frisco had received texts from Isaac keeping him updated. He knew Cam was so sleep deprived he was stumbling when he walked, and needed a moment to think before he could form sentences. He also knew Isaac didn’t intend to let the boy get truly restful sleep until he could do so in the dark.
Isaac had devised a plan for Frisco to try to fist Cam’s ass, and Cam’s only safeword when it was too much would be the phrase “Lights off.”
Was it wrong for Frisco to be so excited about this? Part of him felt for his lover, his slave, his pet.
However, the sadist in him was looking forward to the exercise. He could push harder and faster — or slower and easier —
as he felt the situation warranted, but Cam’s only way to make it stop would be to turn the lights out. Frisco would touch, hold, caress, and soothe him when they were in the dark, and be his normal hard-assed Dom self when the lights were on.
He let himself in with the key, knowing Isaac would have met him at the door if he weren’t otherwise occupied. He put the food he’d brought into the fridge before making his way to the bedroom, but he stood outside the door to watch, as he didn’t want to interrupt the scene in progress.
Isaac had Cam trussed up in beautiful shibari and fully suspended over the bed. The Dom’s gloved fingers were in the boy’s ass, and Isaac was talking Cam through not becoming hard as he was milked.
For someone relatively new to the gay scene, Isaac was doing a damned fine job of finding just the right touch to milk the prostate while keeping his victim erection-free.
Frisco palmed his cock in his jeans as it throbbed to life. He’d explained to Isaac how Cam’s body stored the ingredients for ejaculate in several glands, and how to go about emptying everything. Isaac was a quick study.
The other Dom had placed a large mirror on the bed under the suspended slave, to be sure he caught everything.
Frisco looked forward to making Cam lick the mirror clean when Isaac finished.
* * * *
Cam went into his box, exhausted. He knew the Doms were going to talk about him where he couldn’t hear, but he didn’t care. He wasn’t even terribly bothered with the fact he was in an extreme hog-tie this time, with the tops of his feet curved around the top of his head.
He was so tired he could sleep in any position if they would just leave him the fuck alone.
After they’d made him clean the damned mirror with his tongue, both Doms had taken turns with his ass, knowing he couldn’t orgasm until sometime tomorrow, when his body had been able to build the stores of fluids up in his glands again.
“When the lid closes,” Isaac said, “I want you to count backwards from ten to zero out loud. If we don’t hear it we’ll open the lid and fix things. You can’t hear me this time, but if there’s a problem just say it out loud and we’ll be right beside you the entire time.”
“Thank you, Masters.”
The door closed and Cam squeezed his eyes shut. The light was so bright it was like being in the sun, even with his eyes closed, but he was so damned tired. He counted backwards from ten and barely made it to zero before he fell asleep.
He didn’t think he’d slept more than five minutes when he was awakened by Isaac lifting him from the box and settling him on the bed. The man was scary strong and didn’t seem to strain more than he would to move a teddy bear.
“He’s all yours,” Isaac told Frisco before he walked out the door.
They both listened to the front door close and then lock, and Frisco said, “I’m going to feed you, and then we’re going to play.”
Frisco removed the ropes, walked him to the kitchen, and had him kneel on the bench in the breakfast area.
Cam’s heart raced as his sadistic Master wrapped rope around Cam’s right nut and then gave him about eight inches of slack before tying a shibari pattern around his right wrist.
His left nut and wrist were given the same treatment and Frisco said, “I expect you to keep yourself hard.” He scooped some coconut oil and rubbed it on Cam’s hands. “If you can’t maintain an erection while we eat, you’ll be punished.”
The bondage allowed him to fondle and play with himself, but he couldn’t get his hands more than a few inches away from his cock.
However, the threat of punishment if he couldn’t stay hard was different than things had gone so far with Isaac, who hadn’t been giving difficult orders. Cam had the idea Isaac wanted to make the non-behavior-modification parts of the weekend as friendly as possible, so pain and punishment only came when the he couldn’t keep the lights out.
Frisco beamed his most sadistic smile and said, “I’m not Isaac, boy. Never forget you’ve given yourself to two totally different men.”
Cam loved his hard-assed Frisco, but he’d possibly been spoiled a little by Isaac’s caring nature. Frisco could be caring at times, but seldom during scenes.
“I love you for who you are, Master.”
Frisco chuckled. “Good answer, boy, but you’re only semi-erect. Do you want me to get the TENS unit? You know I can make you hard whether you want to be or not.”
God, he was so tired of the damned TENS he may never want to experience it again. He used to enjoy it, and perhaps he would again, someday. It’d always been used to give a mixture of pleasure and pain before, but Isaac used it exclusively for pain when the lights were on.
Cam stroked himself and focused on Frisco’s voice, and smiled at his Master as his cock stood tall and proud.
Cassie liked to tell Cam he had the perfect cock — short and thick. Neither Frisco nor Isaac had any particular use for it, other than to hurt it, so size had never really mattered with them.
Cam was apparently still on soft foods, and he tried not to look too disappointed at the egg drop soup. As with everything Frisco made, it was incredibly good…but he was past ready for solid food.
He perked up a little at the jello, and was pleasantly surprised to discover the small squares were pineapple and rum. Real rum.
“Mmmm,” he moaned as he held it in his mouth before swallowing.
“Just a few for now,” Frisco cautioned, “but if you do well, you can have as many as you want to celebrate.”
Cam already knew the goal was to fall asleep, and he wondered if this was Frisco’s way of helping him cheat. He was so fucking tired, and alcohol would only make him want to go to sleep even more.
He was only given two jello shots with rum before getting his fill of unspiked pineapple jello with tiny pieces of pineapple and cherries suspended in it.
Cam kept his hand on his cock, stroking it just enough it didn’t flag.
When Cam said he was full, Frisco motioned for him to stay put as he stood and cleaned their dishes.
“I know Isaac has been using your ass. How sore are you?”
Frisco’s back was to him when he asked the question, and Cam needed to be sure his Master wasn’t jealous.
“Do you not want him to, Master?”
Frisco turned with a smile. “I’m good with it, Cam. It’s a little new because I know it isn’t just about dominating you, as it’s been for my other boys he’s used, but don’t worry about either of us being jealous. I have no issues with anything the two of you do with or to each other, as long as no one’s permanently hurt.”
Cam remembered the original question and answered, “I’m pretty sore, Master, but I imagine I’ll be terribly sore when the weekend is over, and I don’t intend to complain.” He smiled, and Frisco laughed.
“No, I don’t imagine you do, but you may change your mind.”
Instead of scaring him, as Frisco probably intended, the statement only made Cam want to bend over and be fucked right now. Immediately. With no stretching, and not an ounce of gentle.
Frisco turned back to the sink, finished rinsing, put the last of the dishes in the dishwasher, and proceeded to wipe everything down. He stopped wiping the table and established eye contact with Cam before saying, “How long has it been since I last tried to fist you?”
At this, Cam’s stomach jumped into his mouth and his legs went weak. “Months, Master.”
“We’re going to try it now, before Cassie arrives. Whether I manage it or not, we’ll likely repeat the exercise with her hand, later.”
Cam’s voice wouldn’t work so he merely nodded.
Frisco walked the rag to the sink, rinsed it, took his time positioning it to dry, washed his hands, and wiped them on another towel before walking back. Cam was sure Frisco was moving slow to draw things out, so he closed his eyes and reminded himself he was slave and the timing wasn’t up to him.
Frisco caressed Cam’s cheek, and as their eyes met there was no doubt in Cam’s mind Fri
sco was looking forward to this and was excited about the prospect of hurting him.
Cam wavered between anticipation of pleasing his master, and fear of the pain he was about to endure.
“Part of me wants to beg for mercy, Sir, but I promised Isaac I wanted the end result as much as him, and we may not get there as fast if you take it easy on me.”
Frisco gave a half-smile and said, “Well, this is different. You’re submitting to me in order to please Isaac?”
“No! Please Master, don’t think that! I want the four of us to sleep together. The end result is something I want for us, as a unit. I’m submitting to you because I love you and trust you. I know you’re going to hurt me, but I also know you won’t harm me.” He rotated his head to kiss Frisco’s palm before turning back to give full eye contact again. “I couldn’t let you tie me up and fist me without a real safeword if I didn’t have total trust in you, Master.”
“Without a real safeword?”
Cam shrugged. “I’m just guessing, but my assumption is I can turn the lights off to get you to stop, but can’t completely stop the scene until a certain amount of time has passed.”
Frisco nodded. “Right you are.” He leaned forward to release Cam’s wrists from his balls before standing to say, “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
Cam was constantly surprised by the millions of possibilities Isaac’s bed allowed.
In a few moments, Frisco hung two fabric pieces just the right height to cradle and hold Cam’s calves, tied them off to the bed columns on the side, and Cam was situated exactly as if he were in gyno stirrups.
His wrists were connected to a rope coming down from the headboard, which would keep arms out of the way as well as prevent him from sitting up.
Frisco situated a stool in front of Cam’s ass and a small table to the side, and made a production of stretching thick black nitrile gloves on before rubbing coconut oil on them until they were so, so, shiny.
Cam’s cock was rock hard in spite of his fear. Or maybe because of it.
“Isaac set the program so once I start it we’ll have an hour to play. If you can last fifteen minutes in the dark the program will end. This means if you fall asleep just as the lights go out, you can get a fifteen minute nap with me beside you, holding you.”
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