Jordan
Jordan had bought the e-stim kit a few years back to test on himself.
He found he much preferred to inflict that type of treatment rather than being on the receiving end.
As time went by, his need for domination became ineluctable. He couldn’t ignore it and wouldn’t try to do so. This natural predisposition made him who he was. He’d had many submissives since then, but had never managed to turn casual play into a long-term relationship.
For a while, these arrangements were all he needed.
He had been the scrawny kid, the one who got picked on and made fun of.
So, when the growth spurt hit him, he started working out. He made himself desirable, and when he reached his goal, the guys who complimented his physique became potential playthings.
A wannabe psychology buff would say his obsession with manhandling jocks and frat bros came from the bullying he had experienced. It might have been true, but it was of little importance. The reasons why he did it didn’t change the fact that his cock got hard when he had muscle boys begging for mercy.
Seeing Miles gloriously displayed on his bed had him so worked up that his cock sprang to life again. His refractory period didn’t usually last long, but it was a record.
Jordan wrapped the blue bands of the e-stim kit on his submissive’s cock, one just under the crown of his cockhead and the other around his shaft.
Afterward, he placed the flat electrode on his taint.
It was a simple setup, but it would be effective.
The plug was still in place, making sure Jordan’s cum remained inside Miles, a reminder that he was an owned boy.
“Don’t lose the plug, my cum stays inside until we’re done.”
He was already planning to purchase a more professional kit, complete with sounds and all the bells and whistles.
“Please, don’t do this, I won’t cheat again!” Miles appealed, fearful.
The supplication was redundant, but Jordan loved it anyway. Miles’s muscles were in knots and soaked, his hair was tousled, and he kept pulling on his restraints in desperation. He wouldn’t escape his punishment. Jordan’s expertise in tying people up was only equalled by his ability to make them beg for mercy.
He lounged next to Miles, their bodies close but not touching. The remote was between them, and the restrained man stared at it with gritted teeth.
“You deserve this. I wouldn’t be doing this if you had been a good boy,” Jordan said, petting Miles’s head. “But I’m sure this’ll teach you a lesson, right? You won’t ever disrespect me like that again, will you?”
“I won’t, sir,” Miles replied with a trembling voice.
Jordan loved tender moments, but they were scarce because he had to ensure his submissives knew him as an unforgiving handler.
If his name were to spread, he would be known as a breaker of men, which would attract the proper crowd. Only a more permanent boy would learn of his sweeter side.
“I’ll start low.” Jordan kissed Miles’s cheek.
He believed Miles would be the one. He had to be strict to make him understand that his life as a submissive would be paved with hardships and intense training. But he also wanted to show him that it wouldn’t only be suffering and pain. Jordan wasn’t interested in turning him completely subservient. He wanted someone a bit feisty, whose defiance would never truly be crushed.
The first jolt of electricity made Miles jump, but it wasn’t strong enough to cause any strong reaction.
“See,” Jordan began, smiling. “It’s not that bad now, is it?”
“No.”
“Your cock is so hard,” Jordan commented, using his thumb to push it downward. “I’ll tell you what, you can cum from the electro anytime, no permission required.”
He let Miles’s cock flop back against his belly, smearing it with more precum. His abs looked fantastic; his flawless, pale skin was so soft. Jordan longed to lay his head on it and hug him tight. His desire for gentle intimacy often clashed with his more brutal desires, and he had yet to find his balance in that regard.
Jordan stroked his free cock, letting his foreskin slide up and down his cockhead suggestively. It was moist, which allowed him to tease his cockhead until it had a nice sheen to it.
Then, he ramped up the power, and Miles arched in discomfort. Jordan kept on wanking while shushing him and praising him.
Miles yelled and pleaded his case again when he was shocked more powerfully. The long spurts of precum that came out of his dick showed he was enjoying himself somehow.
“The only way this ends quickly is if you cum,” Jordan explained, scooting closer. “I know it’s painful, but your cock sure is loving it. Just accept the pain, and everything will be fine.”
“No, no,” Miles said, his body shaking. “I can’t take it anymore!”
It occurred to Jordan that they hadn’t agreed on a safeword. He decided it was the right moment to introduce the concept, though he should’ve done it from the start.
“What if I told you there was another way for you to end this? Would you take it?”
Miles nodded desperately.
“Ok,” Jordan said. “You gotta choose a specific word for when things get too intense. If you use it, training stops. However, you’ll be locked back in the cage with no possibility of cumming at all. That’s not up for discussion.”
The offer was a double-edged sword. Miles had the opportunity to end his ordeal, but then his balls would remain full. He obviously wasn’t all that ready for that option.
The electrodes were a sort of torture that many boys took a while to get accustomed to. Miles was a novice when it came to BDSM and CBT. Jordan acknowledged that he had already endured a lot for a newbie.
There was a risk Miles would walk away for good at the end of the two weeks.
“Empire,” Miles uttered, short of breath. “I’m choosing empire.”
“Random.” Jordan grinned. “Remember what happens if you use it.”
“I… Yes, sir.”
The urge to use the word was obviously strong, but Miles didn’t. The prospect of an orgasm was stronger.
Jordan wondered if he should’ve indulged in more mainstream practices at first, but then he would’ve felt like he was lying about his intentions. Miles had to be aware of the lifestyle he was going to lead if he agreed to become Jordan’s permanent charge.
The potential for him to stay was there, too. Jordan had seen it in the way he behaved when Miles understood Jordan’s true nature. But the “straight” jock was also confused and grappled with an internal conflict that would be hard on anyone.
The electrodes shot more electricity into Miles’s cock. It jumped and throbbed, and his taint clenched under the power of the pad. The bed frame shook and groaned as Miles tried to break his bounds, unsuccessfully. His moans intensified, and his teary eyes brought Jordan close to the edge.
Jordan let his own cock go; he couldn’t cum yet. The show was too good to rush things.
Instead, he set his hand on Miles’s torso and played with his nipples. The teasing wasn’t doing much. Miles was too focused on his tortured dick to even notice. It allowed Jordan to appreciate the curves of his sculpted muscles, how they tensed beneath his flushed skin. The tattooed snakes he so brazenly flaunted looked dangerous, but ultimately, they too were ensnared.
“You’re so handsome,” Jordan said. “Open your mouth.”
Miles obeyed without thinking, and Jordan spat down his throat. The humiliated jock was shocked and stopped moving for a moment.
“Swallow,” Jordan commanded.
Miles did, and Jordan kissed him as a reward. He let his hand wander on Miles’s shredded body, feeling every detail with minute attention.
They made out as Jordan turned on the power to maximum settings, and Miles’s muffled cries resonated between the two of them.
“Please, please, fuck.” Miles grunted.
“You know what to do, you have a way out.”
“But I wanna cum so bad,” he cried.
“It’s your choice,” Jordan lowered the intensity. “You can cum whenever you want.”
“Just a few strokes, and I’ll do it, sir.” Miles panted. “I promise you I’ll be a good boy from now on, I’ll behave, I’ll obey.”
“I know you will. That’s precisely why I won’t be jerking you off.”
Jordan pushed the butt plug deeper into Miles’s hole, as if to prove a point. He had almost forgotten about it for a moment. He was proud Miles hadn’t expelled it, considering the state he was in.
The moan Miles let out was raw. He was on the verge of tears but fought not to cry. His cock was a leaking, veined pipe that had grown obscenely large. It was longer than Jordan’s own dick, though it wasn’t as thick. Jordan knew it had served Miles well, and pleasured the many chicks that had had the pleasure to drool over the now-kept boxer.
Jordan was glad that it all belonged to him, at least for now, and hopefully, forever.
He decreased the electrodes’ intensity to the minimum and allowed Miles some reprieve before ramping it up again. His screaming resumed, louder than before. But Miles didn’t relent; he didn’t use the safe word. He humped the air like an animal in heat, hoping to breed, hoping to spread his seed. He was captive of his own needs, enslaved by a master who wouldn’t show him an ounce of compassion.
But Jordan did wish he could. If Miles hadn’t been so difficult from the start, he never would’ve had to use such cruel methods. Maybe they could’ve enjoyed a more egalitarian relationship, but it wasn’t currently in the cards. Jordan was aware he had to break Miles like you would a wild stallion, and build him back up using what he had so vehemently tried to ignore for years.
The remaining days of Miles’s training were going to be even tougher. If Jordan could show him the potential of a life of servitude, then they could both be happy. Jordan would be able to show affection, not only brute force, and Miles would finally let go of the internalized hatred that had been gnawing at him.
More precum trickled over Miles’s abs, and Jordan jerked himself following the rhythm of his slave’s humping. Perspiration drenched the white sheet under him.
That’s when Jordan noticed a shift in his behavior and anatomy. Miles’s balls had gone up, his sack tightening as he tensed even more. His hips locked into place, and he shook uncontrollably.
“Master, I think I’m gonna blow! Can I cum, sir? Please, can I cum?” He pleaded, his hands balled into fists.
“Cum for me, slave,” Jordan said immediately.
He had endured enough.
A second later, a long jet of healthy, white cum shot through the room. It hit the bed frame with a wet thud and soaked Miles up to his chest. Many more spurts followed, accompanied by the cries of the man they originated from.
Meanwhile, Jordan stroked himself to an orgasm as well, hitting the sweet spot before Miles had even finished riding the high. He released his seed on Miles, his arousal heightened by seeing their juice mixing. He smeared their loads with his spent cock, forgetting about the electrodes.
Miles yelled for the stimulation to stop, and Jordan only came back to his senses after the third plea.
He switched off the power, and Miles fell limp on the bed, the butt plug coming out of his hole as more cum gurgled out of him.
Jordan lay beside him, playing with their seed.
“Thank you, sir.”
“What?” Jordan asked, unsure of what he had heard.
“Thank you, sir, for punishing me. I understand why you had to do it,” Miles sniffled, a single tear rolling down his cheek.
Jordan thumbed it away gently. “You’re learning, that’s good.”
And then they kissed, languorously.
The truth was that Jordan knew Miles had only said that because it was expected of him. His boy still had a long way to go before he could accept true submission.
But he would be there with him every step of the way.
To Jordan, it went well beyond their bet. To him, Miles was the dream, what he had been waiting for for years.
He was going to ensure he stayed by his side forever.
The window he had to break him completely was small, but Jordan was resolute.
He wouldn’t fail.
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