Chapter Four - Inverted Slave
Synopsis - Christon Mann may have blanked out from ball ache, but that doesn't mean Gino is going to let him off for the day. His first day of punishment has only just begun!
His new boy slave may have immediately passed out from sheer ball ache, but Gino didn't care. The day was not done meaning the torture wasn't over. For the next few minutes, Christon Mann fell in and out of consciousness. His eyes fluttered open and he was barely able to see the chains holding him up before being taken away, being replaced with what looked like a pulley system across the ceiling.
It was used to mechanically hoist someone up, usually so they are only on their tip toes. But then Christon felt a pair of steel boots attached to chains being tightened around his feet, almost cutting off blood circulation they were so tight. Gino then pulled on the chains with all his strength to test if they could beat back gravity, turns out they could.
Christon was wishing it was just for scare, wishing it wasn't real, but as his hands were put in chains too, that seemed very unlikely.
In that moment, Christon managed to look over to Gino, standing proudly next to a lever with one gloved hand groping his cock, which was still covered in latex. The pain in his balls prevented him from speaking, so all he could do is silently cry. That was when he heard the mechanical whirring noise which said Christon was going up. Hoisted by his feet first, the chains lifted his body off the ground.
First his feet were in the air, then his legs, then abused ballsack, then muscular torso before finally Christon's head was also lifted upside down. But he was so close to the cold concrete floor that his long blond hair was touching it. For support, he was forced to push himself up by his hands on the cold concrete floor. Christon Mann was an inverted slave now.
His body twisted and turned, almost like it knew it shouldn't be hanging upside down, it's unnatural. Gino marched around his upside down stud, really taking in his stunning physique. In this painful position Christon's body was displayed perfectly, a human-X of solid muscle. It's like he isn't fully human, just a slab of boy-flesh, ready for torture. He is a slab of naked muscle to be used and abused at will.
Christon was solid muscle from head to toe, a Greek god. A man of incredible strength, at the peak of his physical prowess, but now he is utterly helpless and at the mercy of a master. It was the ideal position for maximum appreciation of Christon's physique. He flexed and strained against the chains, displaying his muscles perfectly. Forced in this unnatural position, the young bodybuider's huge pecs striate, his veins bulge and his massive thighs tremble.
It's like watching a statue of a Greek god come to life. Seeing such a physically powerful man reduced to such vulnerability is a massive turn-on for Gino. He stays in the shadows, his eyes drinking in every inch of the slave's physique. Then Gino does what everyone reading this would love to do: He fondles and caresses that perfect body, from his throat and biceps to his pecs and waistline to his thighs.
Every part of his was perfectly sculpted and shaped, not a flaw in the body. He squeezed, he groped, he licked, he kissed, he held. All Christon could do is sit there and moan out of pleasure and pain as his much older master violated every inch of his body. After exploring every single inch of his body, Christon had been hung up for an hour. He was feeling sick and woozy.
All the blood rushed to his head and at this point he had no idea if there even was any in his feet. But this was only the beginning. Gino thought that muscle worship was all well and good, but an even better way to make the muscle pup suffer, to make his huge pecs striate, his veins bulge and his massive thighs tremble. Gino walked out of the light and behind Christon, where he couldn't see anything.
