Repayment

Repayment

       Ryan glanced up at the clock and saw that it was finally midnight.  It had been hard to wait this long, but he had set rules for himself for a reason.  Walking across his marble floors he looked out the floor to ceiling windows that stared out over the peaceful Pacific ocean.  The moonlight danced off the ocean that washed against the cliff far below. 

       Going over to a door with a biometric lock on it Ryan used his full hand print to open it.  He didn’t have neighbors for miles and his road was private and gated, but he’d had the down stairs sound proofed anyway. 

       The downstairs was in stark contrast to the rich and opulent upstairs.  With hard cement floors and wall it had a dank feel to it that Ryan breathed in deeply.  He walked down the poorly lit hallway to the wood and iron door at the end.  Coming to the door he could hear whimpering from behind along with the sound of chains being tested. 

       “This one is going to fun.”  Ryan purred to himself as he opened the door.

       Stepping inside the small cell Ryan looked over his new captive.  The man was in his late twenty’s with a much leaner frame than he usually chose.  With his wrist in leather restraints chained to the celling his well defined muscles could be seen through the white t-shirt that he had sweat through.  His barefoot barely touched the floor when he was up on his tip toes. 

       The man had been suspended for three hours and was shaking violently.  He was concentrating so hard on trying to get free that he didn’t notice that he had company until Ryan reached out and raked his nails down his stretched ribs.  Screaming at the top of his lungs he jerked away as best he could. 

       “Easy, Michael,”  Ryan chuckled  “there will be far more need to scream later.”

       “I...I’ve changed my mind...please.  Please, let me go...I can’t do this...please...”

       “Fine, can you pay me back the money I already gave you for this?”

       “N...no.”  Michael whimpered. 

       “Then you’re mine for the night.”

       “No!  Please!  I...I’ll find a way to get the money back...I’ll find a way to repay you.”

       “I already have a way for you to repay me.” 

       Michael screamed again as Ryan pulled a strip of leather out and forced it between his teeth and tied it off behind his head.  Ryan liked to hear his toys cry out, but he hated listening to them babble.  The begging and swearing that they could raise the hundred thousand he’d given them a month previous ruined the illusion.  So far not a single applicant had been able to hold on to enough of the money to pay him back when he came to collect. 

       “Everything was carefully explained to you before hand.”  Ryan said matter of factly.  “However, I can understand how that is of little comfort now.  Feel free to scream as much as you’d like, in fact I’ll only be harder on you if you try to stay too quiet.”

       Michael tried to spit curses at him through the tight gag.

       “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

       Ryan pulled off his own shirt before going over to a hose set in the wall.  He turned on the ice cold water and sprayed his victim down.  Michael thrashed as the water stung his skin.  Taking a knife off its holder on the wall Ryan skillfully cut Michael’s shirt off before slipping the  blade into his waistband and cutting that as well. 

       

       The water had started to warm up but that didn’t make Michael any happier as Ryan poured soap over his taunt skin and began scrubbing him down.  Ryan paid particular attention to ensuring Michael’s slack cock was clean enough to eat off of, just incase he decided to. 

       With the shower over Michael continued to tug at his restraints in a desperate bid for freedom.  Ryan loved it when they fought right from the start.  Some of his victims accepted their fate until it got really rough.  To have them terrified from the first touch was much more satisfying. 

       Michael was suspended from a hook that was set into a track that ran along the celling.  Ryan had discovered long ago that getting the men to agree to a little bondage at first was easy, but once they started to fight it was too difficult to move them into the next room.  This way all he had to do was push him along like a slaughtered pig on an assembly line.  Michael tried to use what little contact he had with the floor to stop Ryan from forcing him down the hall, but he was no match for Ryan’s strength. 

       The track turned the corner to the right and led into a small intimate room that held all the tools of Ryan’s particular hobby.  The center of the room was dominated by a metal structure that resembled a cross between a medieval rack and a piece of exercise equipment.  Michael fought hard but Ryan was able to swivel him around, the track dipped closer to the floor over the restraint system so that Ryan could clip the leather cuffs to the top of it without ever giving a chance for escape. 

       The restraint system that Ryan had developed placed his victims at their most vunerable.  There was a curved back piece that supported them from the lower back to the shoulder blades.  However it was bent back to just about the limit of human flexibility.  A set of stirrup like pieces with thick leather buckles at mid-thigh, just below the knee and at the ankles held the legs motionless. 

       

       Getting Michael’s legs into the restraints was tricky, but Ryan was skilled.  Once he had the legs secured he went around the other side and began forcing Michael’s back into the extreme arch by tightening the chain attached to the cuffs around his wrists.  When he had him as back as far as he could go Ryan pulled on the lever that tilted the whole apparatus back.

       Michael let out a long deep scream through his gag as his body was angled so that his hips were a good six inches higher than his shoulders.  With his back arched he was forced to keep his head back so he couldn’t see what was happening between his legs.  Ryan ran his hand down Michael’s body as he walked about around.  The stirrups were set up on a ratchet system so anytime Michael spread his legs he couldn’t bring them back in.  Putting his hands on Michael’s knees Ryan spread his legs out until he was panting in pain from the stretch. 

       “How does it feel to be completely at someone’s mercy?”  Ryan asked.  “The panic of full restraint, in such a vulnerable pose just turns your stomach, doesn’t it?”

       Michael wasn’t able to answer, but clearly he agreed.  Ryan leaned in and sunk his teeth into Michael’s flesh where his inner thigh and hip met.  Michael cried out and fought to free himself.  Chuckling Ryan went over to the table to decide what he was going to do.  Feeling particularly cruel tonight he undid the zipper to his own jeans and exposed his already half hard cock.  Picking up one of his favorite cock cages he secured himself into the metal prison.

       Becoming hard was now no longer an option, it would just press his flesh against the metal bars and lance pain up his abdomen.  Selecting another one he went back to Michael.  Looking at the younger man’s piece he decided he was going to need a larger cage and traded it in.  When he tried to capture Michael’s cock he bucked his hips reminding Ryan that he hadn’t put on the hip or chest straps. 

       Michael began crying as Ryan secured the thick leather restrains over his hips and another over his chest.  Now the only motions he could do was a slight wiggle and to move his hands and feet.  Satisfied that his victim would now hold still Ryan went back to securing the cock cage.  This particular once held bars for holding the balls in tight as well. 

       “I find not being able to achieve an erection just make it that much sweeter when the cage comes off.”

       Michael snarled something from behind his gag.  Ryan chuckled, he knew what the man was trying to say.  He was saying he would never get hard like this, but Ryan knew better.  Just thinking about it the base of his own cock was throbbing against the metal ring that was keeping the blood at bay.  Soon they were both going to be aching for the chance to get hard. 

       Ryan kept his jeans on, but allowed his metal encased cock to hang out as he walked back over to the table.  For the first invasion he chose a glass cock of average size with ribs running down it.  He growled in pain as his loins pressed against the cage as he slathered the glass with lube.  Going in easy the first time was key to getting the best out of his victim.

       Ryan wasn’t sure why he needed to see another man in agony to enjoy himself sexually, he was just glad that he had the money to make his dreams a reality and get away without having charges pressed.  Michael’s whole body tensed as Ryan put one hand on his inner thigh to spread him open a touch further.  Ryan pressed the cold glass cock tip against Michael’s tight ass and held it there. 

       “Take a deep breath...”

       Michael spat more pointless insults.  Ryan waited for him to calm down and the moment he took a breath he forced the glass rod into his hot flesh to the hilt.  Michael arched his back even further as he screamed louder than ever before.  Ryan just held the glass cock deep inside him as it slowly warmed.  Watching Michael’s cock he could see it stirring in its cage. 

       Ryan began to slowly pull the cock back out making sure Michael could feel each rib as it stretched him a little further as it went past.  Ryan gasped sharply as his own cock strained hard against the confining cage.  The pain shot up his abdomen and released a wash of adrenaline.  As he started to fuck Michael painfully slowly he looked at his victim’s toes as he pointed his feet and curled his toes in a mixture of ecstasy and agony. 

       “There is nothing like your first penetration.”  Ryan said softly as he pushed the glass cock as far as it would go and held it in place.  “And this glass is nothing compared to the real thing, I’m a good inch thicker than this and a good deal longer.”

       Michael whimpered however at the same time he started to rock his hips slightly.  Ryan smiled at the sign of pleasure and started a rhythm where he would pull all the way out slowly, pause, and then force his way back inside as fast and hard as he was able.  Michael moaned with each renewed penetration and then began begging as his cock began bulging through the bars of its cage. 

       

       “What did I tell you about wanting to be hard?”  Ryan teased.  “If you want the cage off just growl once.”

       Michael stayed defiantly quiet.  Enjoying a challenge Ryan grabbed a hold of the cage and started to tug on it as he continued to work the glass in and out in a slow steady rhythm.  Michael didn’t last more than a minute before he growled to be released.  Ryan pushed the glass in and left it there while he worked the hinge on the cage. 

       With a cry of relief Michael broke out of the cage with a powerful erection.  Ryan envied him as his own cage became tighter, but he left his own on for right now.  Ryan let Michael rest for a moment with precum already dripping from his swollen tip.  He went over to the table and picked up a set of leather buckles. 

       The strap had several pieces.  The first he tightened around the base of Michael’s cock and balls until the man started screaming again.  Two separate straps ran between his cock and balls so that each could be tightened separately.  Sweat started to roll of Michael’s skin as he panted for breath.  Ryan watched as with each heart beat Michael’s cock grew thicker and a deeper shade of purple-red.  Blood was flowing into the member, but it was becoming trapped there. 

       Eventually Michael’s cock hardened to a point where it pulsed along with his racing heart.  Ryan pinched the tip between his fingers and rubbed it hard.  Michael moaned and thrashed his head back and forth in a sexual frenzy.  He strained to cum, but with the tight straps he was only able to produce more pearls of clear precum that intensified the rubbing sensation.  Michael’s next scream was not one of pain, but of animal frustration.

       “Don’t worry, you’ll get your chance...later.”

       Ryan had to admit that he had never been ready to pull of his cage so quickly before.  Unable to restrain himself any longer Ryan reached down and removed his cage.  He nearly blacked out from the sudden drop in blood pressure as he sprang into a painful erection.  Taking both hands he ran them up and down his length a few times to work some of the tension harder.  He put on a similar strap that was a little simpler than the one on his victim. 

       “You are a special one.  I don’t do this for everyone, but I have a personal invention I’m going to use on you.”

       It was difficult to tell if Michael whimpered in anticipation or fear.  Ryan picked up a slightly curved glass cock that had a knob on it about seven inches down its length.  He came over and pulled the ordinary glass rod out of his victim.  This one was larger around and Michael began to cry out again as it was forced in. 

       “The painful part comes when I have to stretch you over the bump, however once it’s in it pressed against your insides in a spot that would usually make you cum instantly.  The straps ensure that I get to torture you a little longer before that happens.”

       Ryan got to the inch high protrusion that he had warned Michael about.  This was a toy meant for a much more trained ass and Ryan had to go slow so that he didn’t tear the tight virgin open.  Michael screamed continuously as Ryan slowly worked the glass into him.  After five minutes Ryan began to wonder if it was physically possible to get it in.  Trying one last time he put a little more force into it. 

       Michael convulsed as the glass cock suddenly dove the last inch deeper into him.  The knob pressed up against his prostate and caused him to start fighting to thrust his hips in a vain effort to find sexual release.  Ryan left the instrument deep in his victim as he rubbed his own tip in painful anticipation. 

       “I could fuck you right now...but I have something far more twisted in mind first.”

       Michael started begging once more which just increased Ryan’s desire.  He went over to his table and opened his sounding kit.  He looked over the different sizes and shapes and settled on one that had a medium girth and a slight corkscrew twist to it.  Looking back over at the taunt sweating body spread out before him he decided to try something new. 

       “I’ve watched men writhe while I sound them, but I’ve never tried being in them to experience it.”

       It was clear that Michael didn’t know what sounding involved.  Ryan decided to keep it a surprise.  It took some effort but he was able to pull the special glass cock back out again.  He let his victim rest again while he finally removed his jeans.  Ryan made all of the glass instruments himself and each one had a special purpose.  he grabbed one that had a slight narrowing and then a bulb at the tail end of it.

       This one was designed to stay in place while he was standing.  Leaning against the table he slowly impaled himself on the large glass cock.  His erection throbbed harder and he knew if he just released the strap he’d cum right now.  Determined to wait he took a few deep breaths and went back over to Michael. 

       

       Ryan forced Michael’s legs a little further apart so he could press his full shaft into him.  With the sounding rod in one hand Ryan took the tip of his cock in the other and rubbed it against Michael’s sore opening.  Feeling the difference between glass and flesh already Michael cried out and fought to escape.  Ryan always made sure that none of his glass toys were as large as he was to ensure a tight fit. 

       Usually Ryan made his first thrust a slow one, but he found himself so eager that he just dove hard into Michael’s soft flesh.  Clearly surprised by Ryan’s girth Michael gasped sharply.  Ryan grabbed Michael’s hips for purchase and gave him several hard thrusts.  Loosing himself in his own need for release Ryan had to force himself to stop. 

       Ryan took a few more deep breaths while Michael panted and struggled for breath.  His hands were balled into fists and he yanked continuously on his restraints.  Ryan settled inside Michael’s warm body as deep as he could manage and just stayed there for a few minutes.  His cock pulsed inside the tight space. 

       Making sure he had control of himself Ryan reached down and released the leather strap that had been holding his cock tight.  With the strap gone he was able to push in a little further making Michael moan in obvious ecstasy.

       With his heart racing in anticipation Ryan gripped Michael’s rock hard cock in his left hand.  He took the twisted sounding rod and rested the cold end against the tiny opening.  Michael tensed before the torture had even began, his bunching muscles translated into a wash of pleasure for Ryan. 

       Breathing heavily Ryan started to work the cruel rod down into Michael’s raging erection.  He was only down an inch when Michael started convulsing in agony.  Beyond being able to scream Michael trembled violently.  Ryan closed his eyes and enjoyed the man writhe and jerked while impaled on his thick cock. 

       Ryan reached down and loosed the strap pinning Michael’s hips to the device.  As he twisted the rod deeper Michael used his new freedom to buck wildly.  Once Ryan managed to force the rod all the way to the base he stared pulling it out slowly until it was almost all the way out and then repeating. 

       Michael had started screaming again as he fought and trashed.  Feeling himself close to the edge of orgasm Ryan left the rod deep and started rubbing his hands up an down the tortured cock.  Crying in agony Michael’s muscles pulled nearly tight enough to pull them from the bone.  

       The added pressure sent Ryan over the edge.  Switching his grip back to Michael’s hips he started thrusting again as he came hard inside him.  The release was unlike any he’d ever experienced as his whole body jerked wildly.  Ryan was seeing stars by the time his climax ended.  As he pulled out he fought the urge to pass out.  Enjoying the afterglow he rested against Michael’s hips and panted for breath. 

       With the sounding rod still stretching his cock open wide Michael whimpered and shivered in agoy.  When Ryan touched the rod Michael started dry heaving in fear and pain.  Ryan slowly pulled the rod out and put it back on the table.  He rubbed the throbbing tip, removing a few drops of blood.  Michael instantly relaxed. 

       “Do you want to finish our encounter here...or do you want me to finish you off?”

       There was a moment of silence before Michael growled once.  Ryan smiled and went back over to his table to get another glass cock.  He picked a slim one for Michael’s painfully stretched ass.  Still having some hip freedom Michael ground himself against the new penetration.  Ryan freed michael from the strap that had been keeping him hard.

       Michael moaned and rocked his hips as Ryan worked his freed cock while slowly pulling the glass in and out.  Ryan was surprised how long Michael lasted as he started rubbing and penetrating him faster and harder.  He could feel the cock in his hands start to jerk as the edge of release was reached. 

       Ryan buried the glass deep before letting go and grabbing Michael’s cock with both hands.  It only took one hard pump with both hands to bring Michael to a full eruption.  Slamming his hips against his restraints he came hard.  Ryan was able to get in another five slow pumps before Michael finally went slack. 

       Both men were panting for breath and dripping in sweat and cum.  Ryan went up to Michael’s wrists and released some of the tension.  He untied the gag between his victim’s teeth.  Michael sucked at the air for breath before looking up at his torturer.

       “Your debt is paid.”  Ryan chuckled. 

       “I...umm...I’m not sure how to say this...”

       “What?”

       “Can we do this again some time?”