ac·cou·tre·men
The kitchen only filled with the sound of David’s deep breathing was broken by the sudden thud of metal clanging together as Dog set the tool box in front of Master. Dog set an additional larger tote on the floor to the side. David decided it was pointless to make sense of what was next and better to zone out on the ceiling fan and just breathe through this. The ceiling fan was made up of five blades, four that were white and one that was crimson red. It was almost hypnotic, focusing in on just the red blade felt calming, his restraints no longer stretching his limbs into this awkward position, he even forgot the flat cage that was pressing his cock down.
*Slap*
David’s trance was broken by the sudden slap to the gash that was his hole. He winced in pain, brought back to reality as his body convulsed pulling the clamps attached to his nipples.
“When I ask you a question, I expect an immediate answer. Do not make me ask again.” Master directed.
David still in a daze from the sudden reality check did not even know there was a question to answer.
“Please Sir, I don’t know what to say. I beg of you to just let me go,” David pleaded. He wanted to pull at the restraints but knew his strength was a finite resource and any use of it unnecessarily would be a waste.
“Tsk.tsk.” Master shook his head disapprovingly. His disappointment flooded the room. “A simple question, maybe to complex for an object like you.”
Master got up from his seat, using his hand as a guide traced David from his toe, finding his testicles and a gave a stern tap causing him to flinch, continuing forward till he reached David’s head. He leaned down now mere inches from David’s ear.
“I asked do you want me to start you from the bottom, or do you want be taken down a peg,” Master then straightened out and began to walk back to the head of the table. “I think you have shown that you want to start at the bottom.”
David stared again at the spinning fan, seeing the red blade go round and round, unsure of what was just said. How can he not be at the bottom, everything he had was stripped away. A tear in his eye and his throat dry he mustered out what few words he could
“How am I not at the bottom….” He croaked out.
A small chuckles and deep breath from Master broke the silence.
“Trust me toy there is always room to go lower,”
Silence filled the room, the weight of the words now crushing David. The whirring of the ceiling fan only heightened how quiet it was.
“Now, boy assist me in fitting the toy with his new accouterment.” Master snapped his fingers and Boy was now at his side laying out the heavy metals.
David fracturing under the new reality of his life laid there on the table. He felt his left arm be untied then a thick metal wrist cuff replace the rope, a clicking sound then back to restrained in the previous position. In just a few minutes his ankles and wrist were now outfitted with the cold metal cuffs. Boy then took Davids head raised slightly and placed a collars around his neck. The collar although made of leather was sturdy, and still cut into his collar bones, heavy enough to be a constant reminder of where he was was. Boy took a padlock and right as he clicked into place, David felt his cock stir and then a pulse of cum flooded his jockstrap.
“Complete.” Boy said almost like a robot he stood with arms behind his back for additional instructions.
Master felt the new metal that dressed his toy, he brushed the crotch of David feeling the pathetic puddle of cum gather in his jockstrap.
“Good job boy, it seems like the toy likes his new uniform.” Master took his finger gathered some of the warm spunk and pushed into Davids gaped hole. “Take him off the table and bring him to the living room, its time I have some entertainment.” Master exited the room flicking the switch off as he left. “Oh and lets plug for depth now, I don’t want to blow him out yet.” The voice trailed off into the next room.
Boy reached into the additional tote and pulled a toy out that was much longer, but slightly thinner. He applied some lube to the toy and David and unceremoniously pushed it in. David gasped at the sudden invasion and felt the new stretch. The tip of the toy tickled a part he did not know existed, it felt as if it was pushing on a second entrance inside him. Still having plenty of girth he felt the invader all around his hole. It was a level of uncomfortable and pleasure he did not know could coexist. Boy undid the knots but the new metal remained a permanent attachment to David now. He felt the blood slowly rush back into his aching muscles, the restraints heavy but the words uttered by Master felt even heavier. He laid on the table for a second gathering his thoughts as the ceiling fan came to a stop, only then to realized that the ceiling fan only had white blades.
