Silent Cries: Choices

By Rob Joy

The tears had ceased, the shaking had stopped and breathing normally, John stood still.

Bending over the gym mat, Steven picked up the objects he had placed there, he knew John would come. The collar went on first, lifting his chin. John held out his wrists, a chain connecting his wrists to his collar, meant his wrists were held mid

• Language: English
• Publisher: Black Lacquer Press & Marketing Inc.
• Release date: Aug 14, 2018
• ISBN: 9781948288071

Rob Joy

Rob Joy is a passionate evangelist, speaker and author. He is founder of Storming the Nations, a ministry committed to seeing a social and cultural change in the UK for the glory of God. He is married to Lydia and they live in the South of England.

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CHAPTER 1

The tears had ceased, the shaking had stopped and breathing normally, John stood still.

Bending over the gym mat, Steven picked up the objects he had placed there, he knew John would come. The collar went on first, lifting his chin. John held out his wrists, a chain connecting his wrists to his collar, meant his wrists were held mid torso. Steven knelt and put on the ankle hobble cuffs. Then he attached the final chain of the prisoner shackles, his ankles to his wrists, with just enough length that it pulled taut when he stood straight. Using the vertical chain at his chest, Steven pulled John forward, leading him to the veranda. With his back against the wall of the hut, Steven positioned Johns butt sideways between his legs. Johns legs over his right thigh, his back supported by his raised left leg. With a loud sigh, whether of pleasure or a release of tension, a long sigh never the less, John lay his head, on Stevens chest. He was tired, he hadn’t had much sleep the past three days. Nor had he had any relief, he firmed quickly as Steven caressed his body. Squirming and moaning from the sensations of Stevens hands, John let his mind go free. It was now empty, he didn’t have to think. John was almost asleep when Steven kissed him on the top of his head and whispered in his ear, ‘now.’

Finally, John got the relief he desired.

Left to dry himself after the shower, John had to squat to dry his legs due to the restrictive chains. He knew he wasn’t allowed to speak at ‘the grove’, but he couldn’t help it when he entered the bedroom. The hidden door was open. As fast as he was able, John shuffled around the bed, ‘no, please, no please. Don’t put me in there.’

Steven jumped onto the bed, lunging for the chain against Johns chest. He yanked it towards him, John choked and gurgled. Then he dug his feet into the floor boards, resisting as much as he could. His wet feet slipped on the lacquered floor and Steven was able, to pull him into the dark room.

Head shaking, body shaking, John pleaded not to left in there. Leading John to the far end of the dark room, Steven lit two candles, one on either side of the cell. For the first time, John could have a good look at the cell. It was bare, well, bare of furniture. The one thing the cell did have was chains, lots of them and anchor points, all over the floor, walls and ceiling. John was still trying to pull away, as Steven opened the door. Tears were flowing freely now as John continue to sob and plea.

Steven angrily jerked the chain, John stumbled forward into the cell. ‘Do you trust me?’ he asked.

John nodded quickly, hoping Steven would take him out.

The chain jerked again, ‘I need to hear you.’

‘I trust you,’ sobbed John quietly.

‘Do I know what you need, what is best for you?’

Again, John nodded. A look from Steven, made John verbalise it, ‘you know what’s best for me.’

Steven connected Johns collar to a chain hanging from the ceiling. Then left the room. He came back quickly with a towel. He finished wiping the water from Johns body.

With the towel over his shoulder, he turned to John, ‘you need some alone time, no distractions.’

John went to plead, but fingers to his lips told him he was not allowed to talk. He shook his head vigorously from side to side, a shuffled forward was halted by the chain to his neck. Steven turned, shut the cell door, locked it and then he disappeared into the blackness. John heard the room door shut and the magnetic lock engage.

The two candles on either side of the cell were burning, the flames flickering, their reflection bounced off the black rubber. John knew the candles would last about five hours, that’s what it said on the side of the box. He couldn’t move, the chain from the ceiling to his collar held up completely upright. The short hobble chain meant he could only shuffle on the spot. His wrists, in front of him, were held tight against his ribs. God, he hated the dark, he hated being alone. Tears ran down his cheeks. John didn’t know how long he stood there. It was late afternoon when he had the shower, the candles had burnt out, what seemed like hours, ago. The whispered voice in his head was back. His feet were sore, his legs ached. The room was pitch black. It was boring just standing there. The only sound came from his own breathing, sobbing and the rattle of the chains from his shaking body. Why did he need alone time? He couldn’t think like this, he was terrified. He just wanted out.

John was woken by the cell door being opened. He tried to move. He was on his back, on a quilt, his neck and feet were chained to the floor. He wondered how he got there. The last thing he remembered, he was standing in the middle of the cell.

‘Eight o’clock,’ said Steven as he unlocked the chains, ‘time to get up, we have things to do today.’

A quick calculation told John he had been in the cell for over fifteen hours.

Steven pulled out a chair for him. At the table was a huge plate of pancakes, bacon and eggs. Having missed dinner, he was starving. It was hard to eat restrained as he was, but he managed to empty the plate. Steven smiled throughout, even ruffling his hair. John felt good, Steven was happy, he must be doing something right. Right after breakfast John was given his task, some to be done each day until completed. Steven had two tonnes of wood delivered and dumped by the shed. John had to bring up six trolley loads. Steven had built storage boxes between the footings under the floorboards. The weather would soon be turning cooler and Steven was keen to use the new fireplace in the cabin. It took John just over three hours to complete the six loads. Then he was chained to the carpet and ordered to sleep.

Mid-afternoon, when woken he was released from the restraints. On the bed was his Cheese clothing. John got excited, this meant he and Steven were going out. And they did have an enjoyable afternoon and evening. They raced their bikes through the country roads before hiding the number plates and heading to the city. There, they teased a couple of police patrol cars with their speeding through the streets. Then, off to one of Chalk and Cheese’s pubs for a meal and a few drinks. Outside of the grove, they were equals. They did not discuss what was happening at home, in regard, to Alexis, Breanna or the children, but they chatted and laughed about everything else. John really enjoyed the freedom to speak. Catching up with some old acquaintances, John spotted a possible undercover cop. As they were leaving the pub, a couple of guys they have had run ins with during the Hong undercover operation walked in. this led to some heated words and a short scuffle. With the help of some friends inside the pub they left with only a few bruises. Adrenaline pumping, they decided to end the night with a stroll through the docks. After breaking in, they found nothing of value in the shipping containers with faulty locks.

As soon as their bikes had been cleaned, Steven asked for Johns clothes. Carrying the clothes in one hand Steven used the other to link his fingers with Johns and led him down the path to the grove. For a couple of hours Steven teased and played with Johns body. After loving him gently and sending John into a sexual high, he rolled on his side, pulling John into his body. John lay with his back tight against Stevens chest, his head, on Stevens bicep. Steven had one arm over Johns waist which John held onto with both hands. With his member still buried inside John, they both fell asleep.

In the cabin, the nightmares were almost non-existent, just the odd memory surfaced. But still Steven couldn’t sleep more than four or five hours at a time, but it was a deeper sleep now. A sense of pride filled Steven, in a place he designed and build himself. He was himself, didn’t answer to anyone. The whole design of the grove gave him a sense of living rough but with the luxuries both he and John enjoyed. It was the freedom to be who they wanted, when they wanted, that Steven revelled in. Lying, in bed on his back with John nestled against him, he felt a little guilt about keeping John restrained all the time, but he knew that if John really didn’t want it he would say. At least he thought he would. John was almost where he wanted him. He hated hurting him, but knew it was necessary to reach his goal. Being truthful with himself, he knew that John was building a perfect life with Breanna, he had never seen him so settled, but that life was taking John away from him and that he couldn’t live with that. He created John, from the time they met on that rock at Waterford, he had taken care of him and he would continue to take care of him. Briefly, thoughts of Sir and Beeper, went through his mind, he shuddered, John stirred, Steven stilled. He thought of his sex training, the abuse and torture he was trained to take, then he thought of the teenagers he abused on the streets. He thought of those he found, to give him the pain he needed. He couldn’t help it, could he, they had trained him to take it, thus he knew how to administer it? One came with the other. He knew he had abused John, physically, sexually, he had never meant to do that. Pressure of living in the, so called, real world made those urges come to the fore. A few years ago, Blake’s offer of using him, brought it all back. Then Alexis wanted children, he couldn’t risk being in a situation where he would act on those urges. No, it was better that he didn’t live in the real world. John had said he would never give him another session of pain, but he needed that.

Movement stopped his thoughts. He kept his eyes closed, as he felt John waking up. He always stretched his body, when not restrained, and John was trying to do that now, subtlety, as he was still wrapped in his arms.

John gently extracted himself from Stevens arms, rolling slowly away. Steven felt Johns eyes on him, even with his eyes closed. Without rocking the bed too much, well, for a man of six foot four, John scooted carefully down the bed and under the sheet to get between Stevens legs. Laying his head gently on one of Stevens thighs, he took his ball sack in one hand and rolled the balls with his fingers. The other hand crept along Stevens other thigh and up into his public hair. Steven used all his might not to react to the teasing.

Breaking the rules, John couldn’t help himself as he giggled, ‘I know you’re awake.

‘Shit,’ thought Steven, he didn’t need John in his head right at this moment.

Before Steven could answer John blurted out, ‘don’t worry, I didn’t peak.’

Steven pulled the sheet off and looked down his body to see Johns eyes watching his erect member bounce around and off his stomach.

John was grinning, ‘better do something about that!’

After breakfast, John was surprised when Steven sent him off to collect his six loads of firewood, totally unrestrained. The job was much easier and he had it finished in about ninety minutes. The rest of the morning was spent on the beach, swimming and rough housing. Ordered again to sleep on the carpet, John was woken after an hour. Apart from his collar, John had been unrestrained all day, that changed when Steven woke him. John soon found himself spread-eagled on the wall for the afternoon. Not quite sure what Steven was doing, but after he fed John some lunch, every time he walked passed he teased some part of Johns body. He even stopped to nibble on Johns nipples for a short period. John spent the afternoon hard and frustrated.

Around six John was taken into the shower and with his arms tied to the ceiling, Steven washed away the day’s salt and sweat. John got a very excited when exiting the bathroom, he saw his leather pants and dress shirt on the bed. They were going to the Hamlet!

Steven was trying to give John a taste of his all aspects of his life if he moved to the grove. This night out was his reward for this and the last visit. Steven had withheld visits to the Hamlet for the last year or so. Johns excitement was infectious and Steven couldn’t help looking forward to it as well.

An enjoyable meal, saw Johns cheeky side come back, he teased Steven relentlessly with a cheeky grin on his face. Steven tried to be the ‘grown-up’ but in the end, he gave up and laughed along with John. It felt so good to ‘let go’, seemed as if the years melted away and they were teenagers again.

Steven watched John dance, flirt, kiss and be pawed by all ten of their friends. Steven relaxed and joined in, enjoying a few kisses and gropes of his own. Even through all this ‘flirting’ it was obvious to their friends that a strong bond existed between the two. As much fun as John was, it was also obvious to all that John did not do anything without either permission or being told to, by Steven. John was told what to eat and what to drink. He asked permission to flirt and kiss, or was told to do it by Steven. The friends enjoyed Steven even more when he let loose! However, Steven never took his eyes of John, no matter where he was or who he was with. When together no one could miss the twinkled in their eyes or the love that surrounded them.

With adrenaline behind him, Steven had John spread-eagled on the bed and used him hard. Face up, face down, this was not the gentle loving John enjoyed. This night was for Stevens pleasure.

Sleeping late the next morning. John was sent to complete his six loads of wood, skipping breakfast. Shackled, this time, it was three hours later a tired and sweaty John was showered by Steven. Hobbled and hands cuffed behind his back, John was fed a scrumptious lunch by Steven.

Sitting on the couch, Steven had one foot on the floor and the other leg stretched out on the couch against the backrest. Surprising John, he indicated for him to sit between his legs. John was a bit sore from the previous night so it felt good for Steven to be running his hands softly over his body. John lay his head back in Stevens shoulder, moaning occasionally. Two hours of sitting in comfortable silence, saw John dozing, he jerked awake when Steven suddenly spoke.

‘Up.’

Grabbing one bicep, Steven helped John to his feet. Still holding the arm Steven guided John to the hidden door. Johns heart began to pound, sweat appeared on his body. While Steven retrieved the key, John backed away, shaking his head, but Steven forced him through the open door. The room was pitch black. Steven must have known where he was going, he led John to a spot and then left him standing in the dark. John heard the strike of a match, the smell of sulphur, then light. Steven lit all the candles in the proximity. John breathed a sigh of relief when he saw he was standing in front of the toy cupboards. Steven moved in front of John and opened the doors and drawers of the toy cupboards. Then he walked to the open cell, picked up the quilt, laid it over the dog cage and sat down. Steven made sure that he was offering no physical presence or threat to John by sitting away from him. Giving John time, he said nothing for a few minutes. By candlelight John looked at the contents of the toy cupboards. His contained half a dozen different types of restraints for his ankles and wrists. He saw his first collar, the only thing in an otherwise empty drawer. On the other hand, Stevens was full. He recognised, whips, floggers, gags, restraints like his and the toys he had used on Steven during his pain sessions. But there was so much more. John was so absorbed with the contents of the cupboards he jumped again, when Steven spoke. ‘Do you like this? The restraints, the jobs, the restriction? Do you want this?’

CHAPTER 2

John spoke yesterday without permission, he wasn’t going to do it again, especially not in this room. He stared into the cupboards, giving neither a positive or negative response.

Steven waited. ‘You can talk freely,’ he said softly. In truth, he was afraid of the answer, what if John said he didn’t like it? He saw John swallow.

John spoke very slowly and quietly. ‘How long was I on the wall, the first time?’

‘About six hours.’

‘Too long.’ John paused, ‘yesterday?’

‘Over six.’

‘Too long.’ Another pause, ‘how long was I standing the cell?’

‘Over eight hours.’

‘Way, too long.’

‘I get it,’ said Steven, ‘we can set a limit of three, four hours. See how that goes.’

John nodded, but never took his eyes from the cupboards, he knew the answer Steven wanted. Then very softly he said, ‘yes, I think I like it. I want it.’

Steven stayed silent, he could see Johns mouth moving in the flickering light, he had more to say.

‘I don’t like to think, well, I do like to think, sometimes. Reading books and stuff, research, numbers there’s right and wrong.’

John began to speak faster and faster, ‘I like that thinking, but all the rest. If, I have, to choose, make it up, you know, I don’t like that thinking,’ tears streaming down his cheeks, ‘that thinking is hard. I can’t make those decisions. I like it better when I don’t have to think, you just tell me and I do it. Its challenging when I’m restricted. I don’t need to think. I like not thinking. I don’t want to thi……………’

John was rambling now, his emotions taking over, he sobbed between words.

Steven cut him off. ‘John,’ he snapped.

John took a large intake of air and gulped, hiccupped then Steven heard a pitiful, ‘yes.’

Steven didn’t move from the dog crate, he wanted to take John in his arms, but he didn’t, they both needed this, set the ground rules, so to speak.

John sniffed, took another gulp of air, tried to wipe his eyes on his shoulder, ‘yes. I like it. I want it,’ he repeated quietly. The truth was, John was so confused about what he really wanted. He wanted his happy life with Breanna, he wanted this with Steven. Steven needed him, it was all too hard.

Steven smiled. He was pleased by the answer. He was surprised that John never asked how long he had been in the vertical cage or how long he spent in the cell. He had to see this through, it had to be what they both wanted, enjoyable for both. He needed to hear from John, the ‘real’ one!

‘I really don’t like the dark,’ John turned to Steven and looked him in the eye, ‘the dark frightens me.’

Steven looked around the ceiling of the room, thinking that the darkness had served its purpose. ‘I can hook up the electricity, put in some soft lighting.’

John nodded and returned his eyes to the cupboards. ‘Blindfolds mean darkness, no blindfolds.’ John suddenly remembered the whispers in his head, they weren’t so loud, Steven had kept him occupied enough, that he was closing that door in his head.

‘Have you been in one of those?’ John indicated the dog cage with his head.

‘Too many times, and not all pleasurable,’ Steven answered remember his numerous punishments.

‘What’s it like?’ asked John nervously.

‘It’s a cage.’ Steven replied simply.

John shuddered.

The silence hung in the air, neither said anything for several minutes.

‘I know you said that you won’t give me another pain session,’ began Steven, he spoke deliberately and slowly. John had put his two cents out there, it was now Stevens turn. ‘But sometimes, I need more. More than what you currently give. I do need some pain.’

Eyes still on the contents of the cupboard John said, ‘I don’t even know what most of these things are. Let alone how to use them.’

Lowering his voice even more Steven said, ‘I can teach you.’ Using Johns own words, he continued, ‘you can research, I’ll set it up.’

Whether John realised it or not, Steven saw him nodding.

‘I won’t torture like before,’ John said firmly. Steven saw the sides of Johns cheeks pull back, he was grinning, his sly grin, ‘maybe I can learn to play.’ John was grinning but his words were cautious.

‘I won’t ask you to do it often, just sometimes.’ Steven saw John nod again.

‘Will you use these ……. these things on me? asked John hesitantly.

‘Not unless you want me to,’ replied Steven.

‘I-I don’t like pain.’ Johns head shook from side to side, ‘no. No pain.’

‘Sometimes pain is necessary, to enhance the pleasure.’ Steven let that sink in for a few seconds. ‘Would you like me to show you?’

Johns eyes had not left the cupboards, he was startled to feel Steven standing beside him, he tried to shuffle back but Stevens hand on his lower back held him on the spot. As Steven rummaged in one of the drawers with his other hand, John shook his head from side to side saying, ‘no, no, no.’

Finding what he searched for Steven put two fingers to Johns lips, ‘talking time is over.’

The hand from his back came to Johns nipple, playing with it gently, twisting and pulling. Steven bent his head and sucked the nipple in his mouth until it was standing firm and protruding. The rubber backed clamp, had no teeth, it was for beginners. John began to pant, his body shook. Steven attached the clamp.

‘Ow, ow, take it off,’ shouted John.

Steven put his fingers to Johns lips, ‘breath,’ he said simply, the hand behind his back again. ‘Ten seconds.’

By five, the pain was a dull throb, John clenched his teeth and held his lips shut. A finger moved the clamp up and down. John hissed. At ten Steven removed the clamp. It was fine for a second, then as the blood flowed John bent over in pain, Steven firmly ran his fingers over the nipple. A muffled scream sounded in Johns throat. Steven pulled John upright, then as he circled the nipple with his forefinger, Johns knees buckled, it felt so good. It was much more sensitive. John groaned.

‘Let’s try twenty on the other one.’

John shook his head, no. Steven ignored him. The right nipple received the same treatment as the left. At twenty another muffled scream as the blood flowed. Johns knees buckled again and his head fell onto Stevens chest as the feeling in his nipples felt amazing. Looking down John saw they were standing out further from his body. His mind whirled, he was confused. He didn’t like pain, but, but this felt so good.

Dropping the clamp in a drawer, Steven took a small flogger from his cupboard. ‘Yesterday, you spoke three times without permission, time for your punishment.’

Before John could comprehend what was happening Steven had him lying on the quilt over the dog cage. His left wrist was clipped to the bottom of the cage in front of him. Steven was holding his right wrist in the small of his back. As Steven attempted to clip that wrist, John began to struggle, no, Steven please,’ he begged.

A metal spreader bar between his knees, his ankles and another between the wrists meant John was unable to get off the cage. Steven looked down on the squirming body. John was desperately trying to get free.

Steven smiled as he looked down at John. John saw the flogger and immediately panicked, thinking pain. But Steven knew, used right, and he knew how to use it, the flogger would just inflict a stinging sensation. Bringing alive the nerve endings just under the skin, it would feel like ants crawling or if used harder, dozens of bees stinging. Steven had no intention of swinging it hard enough to produce welts.

The flogger ran up and down his back, into the crack of his arse. John squirmed, sweating, pleading through a closed mouth while trying to breath as his heart pounded.

‘You’ve earned five stokes with this flogger. Three for yesterday and two for speaking just now after I told you no more talking.’ John tugged harder, the cage rattled as Steven spoke.

Steven held the flogger a little above Johns shoulder blades, he flicked his wrist and the tails of the flogger made contact. John jerked, arched his back and screamed through his shut mouth. Tears flowed down his cheeks. Steven didn’t give him time to adjust, number two and three landed in the middle and lower back. Panting heavily, John felt number four land squarely on his buttocks. With another flick of the wrist number five landed in the crease of his arse and top of his legs, the tips of the tails brushed over Johns genitals, hanging between his legs. The cage lifted off the floor as John jerked. Steven knew that there really wasn’t much pain apart from a slight stinging, the pain he thought he was getting was all in Johns head.

‘Breath,’ Steven ordered as he put the flogger away and closed the cupboards. It took about ten minutes for Johns breathing and panting to cease.

John was so confused, a flogger inflicted pain, it did hurt, but then it didn’t, his back and bum just stung a bit. Then Steven began to rub his hands lightly over his back, it felt so good. It was like every nerve in his body was following Stevens hands. His hands were on his bum cheeks, oh my god, he squirmed, but this time a welcoming squirm, he needed those hands on him.

Steven picked John up, quilt and all. He laid him in the cell, stretched out, the wrist and ankle spreader bars locked to the wall on opposite sides. An hour later, the wrist spreader was released. Lifted by the hips, John knelt on his hands and knees. Reaching under his body, Steven toyed with his sensitive nipples, John moaned with pleasure. Steven entered from behind, using John for his own pleasure. The nerves were still alive as Steven caressed Johns back. John wanted it to stop, but then he never wanted it to stop. Tears flowed, but John didn’t know if it was for the pain or for the pleasure. He couldn’t stop shaking. He wasn’t aware that Steven had finished and left, nor was he aware of being restrained again, or that it was two hours later when Steven returned.

Released from his bindings Steven help John to his feet. His body was still shaking so much that John couldn’t stand on his own. John wasn’t sobbing but tears dropped from his watery eyes. Holding him up with one arm Steven lifted Johns chin so he was looking at him. Steven raised his eye brows, questioningly.

John gulped in some air and dropped his eyes. ‘Steve,’ another gulp of air, ‘will you hold me.’

Steven swept John into his arms and carried him into the living room. As he kicked shut the hidden door, he came to the realization that he had pushed John right to his limits, maybe just passed his limits.

Steven sat on the couch, manoeuvring John across his body. Feet on the couch, knees bent, his bum between his legs, John curled into Steven. His hands grabbed Stevens top as his head lay on his chest. Steven wrapped his arms around his shaking body, rubbing one hand gently over his back. John shuddered, sighed and slowly, very slowly began to relax. Finally, the tears stopped, the shaking eased and John began to purr as Steven caressed his body.

While being held by Steven, Johns mind was still in turmoil, he still couldn’t comprehend if he had felt pain or pleasure. He didn’t even know what he was supposed to feel. God, he thought, why did he have to think? He was so confused. Steven tilted his head back, as he did he accidentally brushed over one of his nipples. Involuntarily a ‘ooh, Mmm,’ left Johns lips. He opened his eyes to see Stevens black ones looking down at him.

‘Still a bit sensitive, are they?’ chuckled Steven.

John couldn’t lie, he gave a nod and smiled back. Planting little kisses on Johns lips, one of Stevens hands lightly rubbed over Johns nipples, sending waves of pleasure through his body. John returned the kisses with a passion that saw Steven pick him up again and deposited him gently on their bed.

Steven knew what he was doing. He’d kept John confused, disoriented, instilling thoughts and ideas he had never had. Pain and pleasure to confused him more. Now it was time to introduce more, a little more training. John would be where he wanted him.

Mid-morning John sat tied to a chair pushed into the table. His left hand was tied to the table top, allowing him to manoeuvre the mouse. He had been fed breakfast and emptied his six trolley loads of wood. Steven had also been busy. He’d been back to the homes, collected Johns laptop and had bookmarked a list of sites for John to visit. John spent hours at the computer, visiting sites, watching videos and making his selections. John was in sensory overload. He was still afraid of pain, but the pain he felt the day before turned into pleasure. Did he want that, he didn’t want pain, but looking at all the things he had and watching the videos he was so ‘turned on’. His penis stood proudly erect in his lap, he felt so horny. He wanted the pleasure. This was a side of pain and pleasure, and sex, that John had never imagined, he was more confused now. He moaned periodically, thrusting his pelvis, the ropes allowed no movement, no pleasure.

He hadn’t stood over Johns shoulder but Steven had kept an eye on him. He could hear the moaning and see his body’s reaction. He was interested to see what John chose. Staying mostly in the bedroom, using his own laptop, he ordered what he need to install lights in the hidden room. John had finished, he sat with his chin on his chest, eyes closed, breathing hard. Steven glanced at Johns computer, went to a locked cupboard in the kitchen. John watched from the corner of his eyes. Inside the cupboard, John saw a row of double power points. A wi-fi connector sat on a shelf below with their mobile phones. Sneaky, thought John, that’s where he hides them. Steven put his own laptop on a second shelf and plugged in the charger. Pulling out an extension cord, he connected it to Johns laptop, now showing ten percent charge. The screen immediately brightened.

Having missed lunch Steven placed a bowl of snacks for John on the table. He was now kneeling on his carpet, collar attached to the wall. Hands cuffed behind his back, Steven waited for his breathing to calm, then fed him the snacks. Twisting and teasing his nipples in between mouthfuls. His hands roamed down his body, teasingly. By the time, John had eaten, he was once again frustrated. Unable to sit or stand, he knelt with his head bowed as much as his collar would allow, breathing hard as his penis bounced around in front of him. Steven laughed as turned his attention to the computer. John was dreading this, he wanted Steven to see, on the other hand, he didn’t. He felt vulnerable, mentally and his mind churned with confusion. Was he interested in this stuff?

CHAPTER 3

John had made his own bookmarks, Steven clicked on the first one to see what John had selected. His instructions were to look at some online shopping sites and select some items that he was interested in trying. Then watch a selection of videos, some were instructional, others were, well, ‘bdsm’, from soft to extreme. John chose two beginner gags, adding them to his shopping cart, Steven added a third, the next level and a head harness. The head harness had a built-in gag, chin strap and blinkers, he couldn’t use a blindfold, so the blinkers would restrict his sight. There were no nipple clamps, so Steven added two varieties. Cock rings and a ball parachute followed. Steven looked at the videos, the extreme clips Steven noticed John had written the word ‘no’ in the heading, he had only watched them for fifteen and twenty seconds. Steven deleted them. The next two videos Steven had selected were what he wanted John to do with him, when he allowed John his playtime. They involved quite a bit of pain, but ending in pleasure. John had written ‘ok’ in the subject line. The last two videos Steven selected, was his interpretation of what John would like. They were soft, a lot of pleasure and bondage with some sexual pain administered. Pain included the use of toys, some spanking and some soft whipping. Steven smirked as he read Johns one-word comment, ‘maybe’. John could not even admit to himself that he liked some of this stuff. Having caused most of it, Steven knew from entering his head, how confused John was with what was going on in his life right now.

There was one last bookmark, Steven wondered what it was, John had gone through all the bookmarks he had saved. It opened onto the screen. Steven looked at it, open mouthed. He then looked down and stared at John for a full minute. John sensed Steven was staring, his face turned bright red. He bowed his head even lower, the collar digging into his neck.

Steven returned to the laptop and read the description, ‘you, fucking kinky bastard,’ he laughed, a deep rich laugh.

Johns breathing shortened, now he wasn’t so sure of his selection. On the screen was a male model wearing a neck to knee body harness. Like the head harness Steven purchased, this body harness could be attached to his collar. Made of adjustable, wide strips of leather. A strap around the underarms, waist and hip, four cuffs for the arms and cuffs for the thighs and above the knees. All cuffs were connected by two leather strips, one on the inner and one on the outer side of the limb. The waist and hip belts were connected by four vertical strips of leather, front, back and sides. Between the underarm and waist belt the leather criss-crossed the chest and back, wide vertical strips up the sides from waist to underarm. Two stainless steel rings, ringed the nipples and a cock and ball ring connected the one front and two back crotch straps. Straps over the shoulder prevented the harness from falling off. What fascinated and surprised Steven, was not the rings scattered over the leather harness, ensuring the wearer could be bound in an unlimited number of positions. It was the optional attachment. A chastity-belt. An attachment for locking any manner of anal toys in the rear, a very small leather bag for the balls and a very, very small cage for the penis. No wonder the model was not smiling, thought Steven.

Again, Steven stared at John for a full minute. His body shook slightly, the redness crept from his face down his chest.

There were links for video demonstrations, John had highlighted one. Steven took a quick look at the others as well. Here the harness was used for extreme punishment and pain. For twenty minutes, Steven watched the one John highlighted. He knew why John was so ‘turned-on’ by it. It was very sensual. Whereas Steven tormented Johns body spread-eagled on the bed, this video showed the victim in the harness, tied numerous ways, then tormented and teased, lovingly but mercilessly, of course in ending in extreme pleasure.

‘Fuck, looks like my big brother wants to play!’ Steven smirked.

Glancing at John, Steven saw tears flowing down his cheeks and his body shook badly. He needed to end Johns torment. Needed to keep him confused. Very quickly Steven returned to his shopping cart. He added the body harness and numerous butt plugs and dildoes. Then on second thoughts, he added a pair of fingerless mitts and a pair of knee length leather boots. He though dressed in the harness, the boots would add to the sexiness.

After locking the laptop in the cupboard, he knelt in front of John. Steven lifted his head by the chin until he could see Johns watery eyes.

Softly, he said, ‘I would love to play with you John. We’ll do it at your pace.’

John nodded. Steven wiped away the tears with his thumbs.

Maintaining eye contact, Steven continued, ‘when you want to talk, cross two of your fingers. When you want to try something from the toy cupboard, close your fist and hold up your thumb. I will give you the key and you can get it out. I will find it.’

John just stared, frightened. ‘Do you understand John?’ Steven waited, John nodded, ‘repeat the instructions,’ said Steven softly.

John took a breath and in a very quiet voice, he said haltingly, ‘c-cross my f-fingers to talk, th-thumbs up to p-p-play.’

Steven smiled, bent his head and kissed John, hard, thrusting his tongue into his mouth. When John began to respond, Steven tweaked his nipples with one hand, while the other played with his balls. Between kisses John was panting. Steven