Boytoy Bill Ch. 08 - Sex Stories

Boytoy Bill Ch. 08

... experiencing the latest iteration of this project.

We'd made improvements.

He wasn't in a chair, this time, but a frame made out of steel pipes and their matching connectors. He was still sitting in an upright position, his legs spread wide in two brackets that had vertical segments inside and outside his upper thighs, and again right above his knees, his leg supported from underneath at the same locations. His shins dropped down to an ankle restraint, and optional tie-downs for his toes if we wanted unfettered access to his feet. Instead of a proper back, a pipe extended from the ceiling and terminated several inches distant from the small of his back. In those inches, a hinge was attached which had another steel tube extending upwards to the back of Bill's neck, and a length-adjusting rod allowed us to position the slave's spine from totally upright to a forty-degree forward lean. It was vertical at the moment.

Bill had been sitting in this thing for the last half an hour as we adjusted, measured, prodded and re-adjusted this contraption to get it just right. Finally happy with the main points, I gathered the slave's arms behind him, tied them firmly above the elbows and at the wrists, then pulled them up and back in a strappado, tying the rope off to a distant ceiling hook. Lori, meanwhile, had brought forward the pedestal Bill had been routinely glancing at, and was sliding it between his legs, where his drug-fueled hard-on was on proud display, barely ...

... dropping below horizontal despite its size.

She was talking to him. "If you guessed vibrator, you guessed right, slut. We've had this thing for a while, but were looking for the right circumstances to use it, and we decided this whole situation," she motioned at the whole area, "is deserving."

"We need a name for this thing" I said. "Brainmelter? Goon-tron Ten Thousand?"

Lori laughed. "Haha, lets go with Brainmelter! What do you think, slave?"

"Ayy ell'er, iss'riss" he managed around the ballgag in his mouth.

"Brainmelter it is! This thing I'm sticking your cock in comes all the way from Germany. It's called a 'twincharger.' Think of it like your Hitachi, times five."

The device is symmetrical along the cock-axis, opening up like a clam shell to cradle a penis. It has several pronounced ridges along its edges, perfect to toss some elastic bands around to keep a dick in place. Some protrusions at the top cradle the head. It is about five inches long, which means it left much of Bill's member out of its embrace, but that's okay, it left room for our additions.

The twincharger was fixed to the top of the pedestal, glued to some soft foam that would hold up to the vibration without being obnoxiously loud. The pedestal extended well back from the device it held, past a velcro strap that would go over Bill's shaft, ending in attached cock- and ball-rings that would help keep him hard as well as in place. Underneath that, attached to the bottom of the pedestal, was a ...