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“COME ON!! ONE MORE LAP!!” Capitano’s booming voice could be heard across the outdoor track field, which hyped up the baseball team and gave them a burst of energy. He was the star coach of the school; he was brooding but competent, and most of all, towering. That’s how he earned the respect of the school and the team. However, he does have some twisted hobbies.
As the team finished their drills, his phone rang from his bag. “Get your ass here.” A simple text from Dottore sent his ass twitching and his cock throbbing. That text was a promise, an oath for his perversions that are soon to be sated. He hurried out once he cleaned up the sports equipment, striding quickly to the secluded workshop of the Doctor. To say he was a medical doctor would be a joke. Dottore, his nickname in the class, was the robotics teacher and had set up a workshop in the corner of the school. This way, he would get fewer notices about noise, both from the machines and the screaming.
Oh, how Dottore always managed to fulfill Capitano’s aching need for pain. It was a surprising coincidence that the extreme sadist he found on the kink app was actually a colleague. Before, his days were filled with periods of dullness in between his masochistic satiety, but now, every day can be a world of pain. Depending on Dottore’s whims. Capitano looked down his clothed crotch, marveling at the modifications done to the flesh underneath.
Knocking at the door, he was met with Dottore’s mischievous eyes. He didn’t look at him now like he did during faculty meetings. No, he was thrilled by the new ways he could make Capitano hurt. He shivered underneath his jumpsuit.
“Strip.” The first command that comes from his mouth. Capitano didn’t hesitate to show off his muscular physique; his arms were thick, his pecs bulging, and every muscle was defined and aesthetically pleasing. Dottore always enjoyed worshipping his muscles, although in a different form that involved making them twitch uncontrollably. Now, his body would be subjected again to his sadism. A gleam flashed from Capitano’s cock, drawing attention to the line of piercings he got these past few months. They were evenly spaced along the underside of his shaft, all pointing up to the Prince Albert that pierced a ring on his glans. Not only that, Capitano’s nipples were also ‘enhanced’ for Dottore’s tastes. Constant, repeated pumping has rendered them permanently swollen and enlarged, the heavy rings providing easy access to the sensitive nubs whenever they needed pulling. Just like this, it’s like my body was owned by him. He can replace and change me, and I let him…
Capitano shuddered as he saw Dottore setting up his torture chair. Once he’s snug and tight, the mechanisms of the chair whirred to life. His arms and legs were bound, and his neck was wrapped in a cushioned collar. Now that he’s vulnerable for Dottore, the magic can begin.
It starts gently. Dottore kisses him harshly. He bites his lip and spits on his mouth, “Fucking toy. Excited to be used and cranked again?” Capitano nods and Dottore laughs at him before continuing his kissing trail. Over his neck, where he places another mark. His hands travel downwards, feeling the pecs and the pierced nubs that hardened in begging. Dottore tugged harshly. “Fuckkk…” The familiar pang on his chest, oh, how he missed the adrenaline coursing through his veins at times like this. But, like an addict, this sated him momentarily before his body wants more. And Dottore is fully prepared to. His hands traveled downwards and tugged the ring at the tip of Capitano’s erect cock. Being pulled and stretched, what was once new and novel is now his warm-up. He hummed in satisfaction as his body tingled in bliss.
Dottore walked away without a word; the silence only serving to rile up Capitano more. It was the only way to prevent emptiness from driving him crazy. When he was anticipating. His sadistic partner brought up a car battery and some specialized probes, which led to Capitano’s eyes widening at the realization of his current predicament.
“No… That’s…”
“Too much? That’s what you said the last time, and the time after that. And look at you now.”
“Yes, I know, but this time, I really might die.”
“I’m sure you’ll go with a bang then.”
Before he could protest, a zap shot right on his nipple barbell. “HNG SHIT!!” Capitano exclaimed. The metal piercing distributed the electricity deeper into this flesh, making his tingling nubs throb and rise. It was scary at first. His brain was overwhelmed with pain, and he was just staring blankly ahead for a few seconds.
“Glad to have you back. It feels good, right?” Despite his mind sending off alarm signals, he still nodded. “Good.” And so, the torture continued. Dottore would roam the metal end of the probes all over his muscular physique. The currents ran across the flesh and rewarded Dottore with the satisfying image of Capitano’s abs involuntarily twitching. Capitano was too loud as well, not that he was concerned about being caught. But he was so out of it, Dottore can’t even make out his begging. Is he begging me for more or to stop? Well, if anyone were to survive electroshocking, it would be Capitano. The main delight of this play is the moment he brought back the probe to the barbell. Oh, it made Capitano furiously thrash against his secure bindings, and Dottore had to gag his mouth because he was being a pain to his ears. After a few moments, his masochistic toy was drooling uncontrollably, his spit pooling between his pecs and neck.
“Nee~ You don’t think it’s over here, don’t you?” With those words, he saw the greatest expression of all. Fear. Every time, he would push the limits of this masochist, and every time, the fear painted on his face was genuine. Just when Capitano was about to adjust, Dottore would always be there to push him further. So, despite the pathetic thrashing and shaking of Capitano’s muscular body, he continued bringing his probes down until they met his Prince Albert ring.
“MGHHHHHHHFHHHPLLLFHHHSHTPPPP!!” Capitano’s begging was muffled by the gag, the intense sensation on his tip fully overloading his senses. The nerves at his glans were overly stimulated, the receptors for pain and pleasure both being flooded with current that broke his brain. Unexpectedly, his urethra shot out a clear liquid in violent sprays. While Capitano himself was unaware of this, Dottore was in awe of how depraved his body was. He can’t believe someone would squirt just from being shocked on the dick. But I guess he’s just built like this, which means it’s okay to do this!
Dottore brought the probe to his penis again, but this time tracing and bumping the piercings lined up along his undershaft. Each time the probe landed on a metal stud, Capitano’s abs would contort uncontrollably, his pecs would heave erratically, and unintelligible screams would leak from his gag. Simply beautiful. The symphony that he can play, with Capitano as his instrument and the probe as his fiddle. Minutes later, Capitano would end up limp and unconscious, a pool of cum below his crotch that kept leaking as he remained incontinent.
All good things come to an end. But knowing this bitch, he would definitely ask for this again. And Dottore will always be willing to push him again.