He has been secured against the wall. Metal cuffs with velvet linings hold him fast. His wrists are a little chafed - yet again he defies us with his attempts to escape. He is furious, naked and cold.
"You tried to escape." I speak to him, and he turns his face towards my voice. He is so very handsome I long to rush to him and shower him with kisses. That will have to wait. He has been foolish, and the others expect me to punish him.
He snarls at me "You have no right to keep me here."
I shake my head sadly. "I told you, you would have been released. Why did you try and escape on your own?"
He sets his lips against me, and shoots me a murderous look. I move towards him. I am wearing a long gown of wine coloured velvet with a tempting slit up the front. He looks down involuntarily and catches a glimpse of my nakedness. He licks his lips, although he shivers in fear. Perhaps we are building a little trust - I was kind before, and he has not been brutalised. But I see the anger cloud his face as he considers how he has been captured and held here.
"You will be punished for your bravery." I sink to my knees before him on the cold stone floor.
"You will tell me when you are close to climax." I order.
He sneers again, but his ankle is fastened to the wall by a short chain, and he is unable to move away as I take his flaccid penis between my hands.
It is soft and cool to touch. Holding it gently, I breathe on it, warming it. I look up to see him watching me in fascination. Gently I lower it, and stroke his thighs. He shivers, and I stroke deeper between them, cupping his buttocks gently, softly touching his balls. He shrinks away, but the wall behind him prevents it. I ignore his reluctance, and push his thighs apart forcefully. This gives me greater access to begin again, stroking, touching, exploring.
His penis is semi flaccid now - rising up despite his sneering tone. I poke out my tongue and nuzzle the eye of his penis, gently tasting the saltiness of him. His penis rises further, quickly hardening under the warm caress of my tongue. I stroke his balls, between his warm thighs. He shivers again, but now I think it is with pleasure.
I enfold his cock in my mouth, sinking to the base in one long stroke. He gasps with pleasure and a little fear "aaahhhh". I continue gently pulling down on his balls, feeling the lovely soft hairs of his inner thighs, enjoying the hardness of his cock that oozes yet another pearly drop of precum. His penis is wet enough now for both my hands to encircle it, firmly thrusting down around it, gripping the base, and stroking up and down. My mouth rises and falls on his long shaft, my tongue swirling around and around. He is pushing his hips forward now, groaning with pleasure despite himself. I quicken the pace, knowing he can't be too far from climax.
"I'm close." He gasps. I am saddened that he has told me, for the punishment must be dealt and unknowingly he has helped it along.
I withdraw my mouth, and he gives a low moan of frustration. He is waiting to see what I will do next, his hips bucking and his penis ready to reach the edge. I move away from him, not daring to touch him at all.
He growls, and pulls at the shackles and shouts at me - realising too late what it means. Even so soon, I can see the coldness of the room affecting him, he is backing away from the edge in disbelief and anger. I stand against the far wall, watching him and sorry for what I must do. He is furious at this treatment.
