Boytoy Bill Ch. 08 - Sex Stories

Boytoy Bill Ch. 08

... loudly as our program detected this, and administered a shock to his... nipples, I think? We had leads attached to his nipples, the steel ass-hook, the soles of his feet and the inside bottom of his ball-gag for his tongue. The program would select randomized locations to shock, and sometimes multiple, with each individual failure making multiple locations more likely and each shock more powerful.

As Lori starting cumming on screen, the twincharger ramped up slowly to about half-power, and feathered up and down before shutting itself off as the scene ended.

"Were you close there, slut?" I asked.

He nodded, but I already knew he had been. The week prior, we'd tested the parameters we had developed to keep him on edge for long periods, and only had to intervene twice to turn it off before Bill prematurely popped off. Both events had been while he was watching something he enjoys, which was less of a 'problem' today, given the content we had prepared for him.

The scene changed, and the program allowed him zero point three seconds to find the new bounding box without a punishment. He was watching his own face stare back at him. Suddenly, a hand came out from the right side and slapped him hard across the cheek.VRRMM. The slave's head jerked to the side, he blinked a few times and his lip quivered before he lifted his head back up and said to the camera "Thank you, please slap this worthless slave again." Another hard slap as a hand emerged from beside the ...

... camera.VRRMM. A gulp, more trembling, and when he looked up and repeated his line, his eyes were already getting moist. I studied his face in the present, and of course he was following the same path as screen-Bill.

Lori stood up and moved to the desk. "Now that you're used to how this works, I'm turning the tracer down to three percent opacity, so you can enjoy the show better." The red circle almost disappeared on screen. The top and sides of the green box were shifting, again, narrowing down to just the slave's lips. They were shaking like they do before he starts crying, before opening up to ask for another slap. I smiled. Of all the mean things we've done to him, some face slapping and degrading words still reliably bring him to tears. He's so precious, we love him so much.

I waited for him to start crying, then got up and planted a kiss on one of his wet cheeks. "Lori and I have to leave now, we'll be back in a while to see how you're doing. Try to have fun, and don't be afraid to admit to yourself how good the vibrations feel, they are telling you what a good slave should associate with pleasure."

When we got back home nearly three hours later, following our low-stakes, late lunch with Bill's sister Rebecca (no hotel room, no sex, just some careful flirting and letting her see what she was missing out on), we got downstairs just as the program was finishing its second cycle through the movie we'd prepared. We took up position to watch, and as the machine drew out its ...