A/N: This story contains non-consensual (which will eventually be dubcon and then consensual) sexual slavery. This chapter contains urethral sounding, orgasm denial and begging.
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Harvey was in sexual agony for almost two hours. To him, it felt much longer. Time has a way of slowing down when you have a hard, throbbing cock that is begging to be satisfied. Whatever John had dosed him with was showing no signs of fading. Every breeze, every sound, made Harvey's cock twitch hopefully, made him moan longingly. His fingers twitched with every throb, his wrists jerking against the cuffs every time his cock gave an insistent, angry pulse of need. Somehow, even feeling the way he couldn't satisfy himself, feeling how helpless he was, just made him hornier. Some part of him was loving every second of his sexual torture. He had never been treated like this before, had never been so horny without relief, and he had certainly never been made to wait so long and so desperately.
The sound of the door made him moan -- it was a welcome sound. John had come back to play with him some more, and under the influence of the potent aphrodisiac and stimulant, Harvey welcomed it. Gone were the thoughts that he didn't want this -- replaced by one thing, and one thing only. He needed to get off. He needed John to touch him. He would do anything.
Harvey's cock twitched longingly as he tried to beg behind the gag. He didn't get very far -- just made incomprehensible, needy noises.
John laughed, looking at the sight before him. The drug had worked its magic, perhaps even more so than usual. Harvey's cock was exquisitely hard, drooling pre-cum with every twitch, like a leaky faucet. He looked like a single touch would set him off. Well, that wouldn't do.
"Come before you're told and I'll dose you again and leave you here all night," John said. It wasn't an idle threat. Harvey would learn obedience, whether he wanted to or not. "If you thought the last couple of hours were bad, a double dose and some time to think will set you right."
Behind the gag, Harvey whimpered, a sinking feeling in his stomach. If John started touching him, he didn't think he would be able to control himself. He was a slave to his body, a slut to his cock, there would be nothing he could do.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to be too cruel," John said. Though really, that depended on one's definition of 'cruel'.
Harvey jerked as he felt something wrap around his balls. He inhaled sharply through his nose as it started to tighten. It took him a second to comprehend what was happening, and by the time he worked it out, his balls were tight and aching. Some kind of cock ring. John tightened it further. It separated Harvey's balls away from his body, making them tight and sensitive. It would also make it much harder for Harvey to release his load.
It was just tight enough to hurt, to send an ache of erotic discomfort through him. Harvey squirmed in place as best he could.
"Lovely," John said. "Don't worry, after I've spent a little time stuffing your cock, I'll milk you dry. You'll come so hard that you'll never be the same." He looked at Harvey. Really, he wanted the boy to see this.
He moved, pulling the blindfold off.
Harvey squinted against the light, his eyes watering. When he could finally see, his eyes darted around frantically, trying to see where he was. He quivered in place when he realised that he was in what could only be described as some kind of sex dungeon. A basement of some kind. Even the walls were soundproofed. His cock throbbed as his eyes went from one device of torture to another, and he knew with some certainty that he would eventually be well acquainted with everything in that room, and more.
He focused on John -- still handsome, and watching him with the same quiet authority that had appealed to Harvey in the first place. Next to John was an open case, metal gleaming. Sounds, he knew, from his own horny research. Not that he had ever tried them before. He shivered -- the sounds ranged from thin pieces of metal to thicker than a finger.
"I know," John said, patting Harvey's thigh gently. "Don't worry, we won't shove all of them in you. Not today."
John looked over at the sounding kit with a soft hum, ignoring the way that Harvey was pleading with his eyes -- pleading to be touched, or pleading to be let go, he wasn't sure. Maybe both.
He picked out one of the slim pieces of metal -- not the smallest, but definitely on the smaller side of the scale. He lubed it up generously, and placed it on Harvey's naked thigh. Harvey was so tightly bound that he couldn't do anything -- couldn't dislodge it. He whimpered with the knowledge of where it was going to go, knowing that he was completely helpless to stop it, knowing that his cock craved it, even though he was terrified of how it would feel.
"I'm going to take your gag off, now, Harvey," John said calmly. "If you scream, I'm going to start with the biggest sound in the case. I'll give you a reason to really scream."
Harvey shuddered, looking into John's eyes. Without a doubt, he knew that the other man meant it. As the gag was removed, he didn't dare make a sound. He just worked his aching jaw and licked at his dry lips.
"Good boy," John said, pleased.
