Leon had lost track of how long he'd been being tortured. Hours? Days? Weeks? The stone room he's been shackled in had a solitary window- just a small slit of a thing with bars over it, but he had hardly been able to pay attention with all focus being on his poor encapsulated dick. The device had not let up, and by now he was torn between fighting his mounting pleasure to avoid the horrible shocks they inevitably ended with, and giving in and hoping that this time he'd be allowed to finish.
It was never the latter, and he was sagged panting in his bonds after the latest shock when he heard movement on the far side of his cell. He squints in the darkness, and can make out someone opening the bars to his cell, wheeling a cart with some supplies with him.
The newcomer steps into the filtered light supplied by the window, and Leon could see he was a blonde man, around his age if not touch older by a few years. He had tight golden curls and a toned, athletic build not unlike Leon's, pale skin that contrasted to Leon's more honied complexion. He also noticed the boy sported his own device, a black chastity belt that, unlike Leon's, curved down to cage his cock in a more flaccid state, as well as two mechanical looking armbands and a collar.
"Who are you?" Leon rasps. The golden haired boy's eyes flick over him, but he doesn't respond. He pours a pitcher of water, spoons something into it that looked like sugar and stirs it with a straw. Once satisfied, he brings the straw to Leon's lips. Leon detested being helped in this way, but he was rather thirsty, and would need to be hydrated if he was going to escape, so he drinks.