Sparklers

As with all prisoners facing what you are, your head is shaved. You sit in one room, bound to a straight wooden chair while through an open door you can see just part of...something. Two chains hang from the ceiling dragging on the floor. There is the occasional sound of...something being dragged. Stopped, dragged again. Noises and the unmistakably, brief smell of electricity. The lights where you are staying, those in the adjoining room go off save for the spill from one very strong light pointed at...something.

Across the opening someone in a long gown, masked, pushes the sort of tiered metal tray that is used in operating theatres to hold instruments. Indeed there is the subtle rattle of...things...things perhaps sealed, sterile things, things that might be used in surgery. Another smell, that of Lysol, very strong, causing eyes to water. A masked person appears holding a thick steel ring that is snapped around your neck, locked. As it was brought toward you it was possible to see small holes, the sort of electrical plug might go in….You can no longer move your head to look down. There is another tray behind you. Whatever is on it is….for you.

Scissors cut off your clothing; It is pulled away leaving you naked, cold, the steel around your neck seems to grow larger, heavier.

A hand reaches around, finds your nipple, clips something metal to it...but not painful, the same is done to the other. You roll your eyes down trying to see over the edge of the thick collar but...what you can see are arms and hands reaching for your genitals, finding them….but nothing happens other than the sense of water.

A cuff is placed on your right wrist, another on your left wrist but they are not joined rather a chain from each one crosses your body then attached to another cuff on the opposing ankle; You are now X’ed out, prepared to be that. You can feel the smooth draw of a razor as your genitals are shaved. When finished, a tube is inserted in your penis, a band is placed at the back around both your scrotum as well as your penis; A small chains draw your penis up, stiffened by the insertion, attached to the band at the back.

A stanchion is rolled up, the sort used in hospitals from which depend saline bags; There are two of them with the normal set ups but the needles from these inserted into the testicles, a slow drip is established; Each bag contains one liter of fluid. All for you. Each testicle will expand as slowly as the drip allows. Your hand is wrapped around the upright so where you go, your testicle filling drip will go with you.

Silence.

A voice. “Is he ready?”

“Yeah, start him in.”

Whatever it is, wherever you are going you will be forced to walk to your fate. You stand, the weigh of the chains, the steel collar, the metal cuffs makes walking more of a stumble especially since the X is slightly too short; As with any penitent, you will not be allowed to stand tall.

To make sure you will go to your fate without turning back, the barrel of a rifle is shoved up your anal canal. You move toward the door wondering, thinking, imagining, fearing what will be there. You reach the jamb, can see in.

A steel chair, simple in design the only noticeable additions are leather straps that hang from the arms, fall to the floor from the legs. You are made to walk toward it. The light is so intense that the floor has some heat, you wonder if the steel will give you at least that little comfort before….

Seated, the straps over your forearms and calves are tightly cinched. A wide band goes around your chest just below your breasts, another over the top of your thighs. You are secured.

In the dim a large console looking piece is moved. Someone picks something up, walks toward you, they are holding a large ganglion of wires in different colours Takes no time for the plugs in them to be placed in those places on you prepared to receive them. And one other. Your jaw is propped open, a clip with a wire snaps deeply your tongue.

Everywhere now has a wire leading to it. Someone says, “Better try ‘em, make sure there’s contact….”

For the next several minutes you are aware that very low grade electric pulses flow into you through the wires in the ports on you.

“Okay, looks good. Tell him everything is wired for sound.”

You see the shadow of a tall man seat himself behind the console, all you are aware of is that the light grows dimmer.

“Very well, Sir, as promised, you are now about to be the first human lightning show. I believe we’ll start with this….”

Your cock almost sizzles as a bolt of lightning shoots up to...somewhere.

Screaming doesn’t start then, not right away...but it does and you  do not wonder who can that be as you are amazed as the lightning flies from  the flesh to the emptiness above the body so aroused that desperation for sex is maximized by each bolt feels like being fucked…..