Time seemed to Zach to slow interminably and the twenty minutes dragged out to an eternity. His whole body, every inch of naked flesh, had become hypersensitive. He seemed to sense every tiny shift in the air currents around him as they caressed his feverishly hot skin. Unaware that he had been drugged he assumed that his unwavering erection, and over excited nerve endings were purely the result of his situation. Naked and shackled on an autopsy table, helplessly exposed to cameras, and treated like little more than a dumb animal to be experimented upon. As far as Zach was concerned he had never felt anything as intensely before. Just as the Man had intended, in the weeks, months and years to come Zach would submit himself to ever more wanton and depraved scenarios in an attempt to recapture the exquisitely erotic charge he had experienced on this night, at the hands of the Man who would become his sadistic mentor, and author of his corruption.
At last the Man returned. The boys eyes were closed, but a hint of a smile played across his face, and his legs and arms strained against their bonds as the drug's effects took him once more. The Man slipped his hand around the boys dripping cock, using the copious amounts of juice it had leaked to lubricate his palm as he slid it up and down the shaft. The kid did not open his eyes, but with his mouth agape he grunted, as the friction he had yearned for the last 20 minutes tantalized his aching member. The taut, tanned stomach, slick with cock-slime, quivered as the Man pumped the teen prick infuriatingly slowly.
"Fuuuuuck..." the boy groaned.
The Man said nothing but slowed his hand even more, and then removed it completely.
"Oh no, please... please..." Zach begged, the orgasm building ever so languidly inside of him subsiding as the tortuously wonderful sensation dissipated. There was a pause, and then the listless hand returned, just barely gripping the boys rod, not stroking, just encircling, and Zach moaned in frustration, thrusting his hips to try and finish quickly, before the hand was gone again. Yet every time he was almost ready to release, the hand moved away from his dick, and he was denied. The Man seemed to have an uncanny ability to know just when to break contact. The exquisite torment drew out to 5 and then 10 minutes, and on, and on, until after 30 minutes of this teasing Zach was a drooling bundle of sexual frustration, and the Man finally assented to take him over the edge. With a bellow the boy spewed a string of white hot cum into the air, and it splattered back down onto his face and neck.
The second and third spurts landed on his chest, and with each pulse from his cock he cried out with the release of pent up tension. Three more strings of sticky cum landed on his shuddering belly. The Man continued to milk the boy until every last drop had left his angry purple head, and trickled down his hard shaft onto his hairless groin. Then he collected some of the cooling liquid and moved his fingers to the boys mouth. Panting hard the boy looked straight into the Man's eyes, and opened his lips, licking the fingers as they entered his hot, moist mouth. The majority of the remaining cum the Man simply massaged into the smooth glowing skin of the boys chest and stomach. Mixing it with the sweat, paying particular attention to the erect nubs of the boys nipples, and leaving it to dry, so that Zach's body began to exude a subtle sexual funk.
"Jesus fucking Christ... thank you... thank you Sir." the boy muttered. "I've never come so hard before."
Whispering into the boys ear the Man replied, "Such a good little cumslut!" and his words made Zach shiver. During the 20 minute respite he had all but come to terms with the fact the he would likely leave this cellar a changed person. It was surely inevitable that at some point he would hear that same whisper in his ear telling him what a good little cocksucker he was, and the imagined shame of that seemingly inescapable moment made his stomach churn with a guilty sense of anticipation, and caused his aching cock to twitch.
The Man had brought three small devices with him when he had re-entered the room. The identical items looked like some kind of weird pepper grinders, but open at the bottom where the grinder should be. As Zach recovered from his explosive orgasm, the Man placed two of the devices on the boys belly. The third he rested on Zach's chest, as he pinched both the boys nipples between thumb and forefinger. The boy sucked in a sharp breath between gritted teeth. A mix of both pleasure and pain radiated out from his chest, and his small brown nipples stiffened.
"We're going to work on these little tits. Make them bigger and more sensitive, so that the friction from even the loosest shirt will make your horny little dick hard... What do you say slut?"
Zach moaned at the thought of being turned into some kind of over sexed bitch boy with an uncontrollable dick, ashamed that the idea aroused him so much.
The Man took the device on the boys chest, rested it over the left nipple, and twisted the handle at the top end. Inside the clear plastic cylinder Zach watched the little plunger, attached to the handle by a screw thread, begin to rise and as it did, his nipple was sucked into the tube.
"Oh jeez! Oh God." Zach gasped as the pressure on his nipple increased until his distended, swollen tit filled the little cylinder.
The process was repeated on Zach's right nipple causing the feverishly aroused boy to arch his back off the table and a lusty gurgling growl to escape his throat.
There was still one of the cruel little devices left, and Zach watched with pleading eyes as the Man placed it over his captives trembling stomach, resting the small circular opening over the boys enticing little outie belly button. Slowly the Man twisted the handle.
