He gazed at himself for a while, and for the first time it struck him that he was, in fact, a very good-looking boy indeed. Those shorts fit him as if they'd been sprayed on, and he looked dead hunky with his tight muscular body, six-pack, clear blue eyes and blond mohican. Wherever he looked he saw reflections of himself. Every wall and ceiling in the suite - including the corridor, the kitchen, and this lounge - was completely mirrored. To the right was a small but well-equipped kitchen, where he helped himself to fresh orange juice from the fridge and then he padded back past the bedroom into a lounge. Slowly, he stood up and explored the suite. They caressed and stroked his cock on all sides, and got into every crevice of his anatomy underneath the black rubber. It was like tiny, thin, flexible rubber spikes. Drained as he was, he felt his cock begin to respond and harden inside the front of the shorts, and as it did so he could feel it pushing through. Still in the same position, on all fours on the floor at the side of the bed, he moved experimentally - and the tickling started again. He froze and, after a few seconds, the tickling stopped. Something was tickling his cock and his balls - tiny fingers were stroking him lightly all over. Suddenly it felt as if there were ants loose inside the shorts.
He was thirsty, and decided to look around for a drink, so he rolled off the bed. What were these sick bastards up to now?Ĭraig was still exhausted from his ordeal on the wall, and not in the least bit horny, but he realized that he wouldn't stay that way for long, and the shorts - ridiculous as they looked - did feel very sexy. The shock was intense, and there was no way he could keep his hand closer than a few inches from his cock. Obviously there was some kind of magnetic device on the wristbands which triggered the electricity. Very cautiously, he tried the other hand, slowly approaching his crotch - and the same thing happened. Quickly he withdrew his hand, and the shock stopped as abruptly as it had begun. He lowered his right arm to feel the front of the shorts - and yelled in sudden pain as a very unpleasant electric shock shot through his balls. Lying there on the rubber-covered bed, Craig looked down at himself and shook his head in disbelief. It protruded perhaps eight inches from his body in a rounded pyramid between his legs. They fitted very tightly, molding to the contours of his hips - but the most extraordinary thing about them was the crotch: the part covering his cock and balls was solid and rigid - and it was enormous. The shorts, however, were very odd - they appeared to be made from thick rubber, and they were padlocked onto him at the waist and at each leg. Each of the leather bands had a slight lump on one side, but apart from that they were featureless. All he was wearing was a couple of leather wrist bands - locked on - and a very strange-looking pair of shorts. Staring back at him was a good-looking punk boy with a short blond mohican. The first thing he'd noticed when he'd opened his eyes was his reflection in the mirrored ceiling. When he'd regained consciousness after passing out from that searingly intense orgasm he'd had while he'd been strapped to the wall, he'd found himself lying on the bed here in this suite. He wasn't bored, and it wasn't the fact that he was locked in here which was driving him out of his mind - it was that he was so fucking horny - and there wasn't a single thing he could do about it.
Oh, it was a very comfortable suite: thickly carpeted, with a soft bed, television and radio, well-stocked kitchen area, books to read, in fact it was extremely luxurious - but it was a prison cell nonetheless. For two days he had been locked up in this prison cell.
View this page with a white background and black text!Ĭraig was going insane.
#GAY FUCKING MACHINE TIED UP HOW TO#
Poor Craig's cum control torture continues when the straight boy is bound to a table and attached to a sadistic machine that learns exactly how to rub him the right way in this continuation of Eddie's story The Wall.