Gay Bondage Fiction | Bad Attitude – Page 2

Inmate Eddie suffers electro on his cock and balls then takes it up the ass like a champ to prove his worthiness to have a "bad attitude".

Bad Attitude - Page 2
by Anthony Santos
Art by Cavelo
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Sterne went up to Eddie and drew his head forward.

"You did real good, Eddie," he said. Sterne kissed him. Eddie didn't protest this time.

"Yeah, you did good, Eddie," I said as Sterne stepped back into the shadows. "You'll do better. Now we get serious."

Eddie seemed to relax at that.

"That's good, Eddie. You know now you can't fight it. You really don't want to. You survive by making it your friend. Your lover."

I slowly ran the stun gun down the line of his backbone. When I stopped just for an instant, he cried out and jerked.

"We haven't even started, Eddie. Not yet."

He gave a low, animal-like groan at that. If I could pity him, I would have then.

But there was no pity for him. I slid the gun down into the ass and jolted him.

He shrieked.

"Good, Eddie. You know when it hurts worst? When it starts and ends actually inside you. Some places, they'll wrap your tongue in copper wire and let the shock race down your neck and torso to your ass. You can go mad-people have."

And I hit him again, in the right armpit. The left. The sternum.

I moved my hand onto his ass - it was hot where the welts were - and slid my middle finger up into him.

"That's right, Eddie. Fight it. Fight me. Try to close that ring of muscle. It will make you hurt more when I force my way in. Did you know, it's possible for a man to shove his entire arm up your ass? Should I do that, and then claw around at your guts inside?"

When he relaxed slightly, just for a second, I went in.

He felt so good inside, hot and wet, as I hooked around the ring of muscle and turned my finger slowly - and as he went up on his toes and cried out from my violation, I pulled my finger out and hit him in the belly muscles.

Another scream.

I ran the gun over his torso, all over.

The nipples got shock after shock dangerous unless you know what you're doing. I do. Ask Eddie.

I don't know how long we continued. For him, it must have seemed forever.

Sometimes I'd select an ugly welt, and make it the target. Fire piled on fire.

I pulled the pigtail back and shocked him in the throat-never done that before.

After that, I stopped.

Sterne took over with the strap. He's an artist with it - he makes it whip around their bodies and embrace them.

The screams became cries again, deeper with his despair. He felt powerless. That's what's worst for them - their bodies are in the hands of others, cruel and implacable, others like me and Sterne.

I went over to the table and leaned on it. I rested while Sterne worked on him.

After a while, I felt Eddie was weakening. Time for a break.

Sterne stood next to me. He was drenched with sweat. We listened to the moaning.

Then our victim said, "If you're going to kill me, why don't you just fucking do it? Just do it."

I stood facing him. "I'm not going to, Eddie. You wouldn't feel anything afterwards. That's what's wrong with death. Besides, why would I want to kill you? You're taking it, aren't you? Maybe I'll end it soon. But before then, you've got to experience the worst."

"What's that?" he asked. You could hear the fear in his voice. And also the curiosity-his mind was working, racing along. That meant he wasn't being destroyed by this. Refined, rather.

"I think you know. You've feared it ever since I popped open that button on your jeans."

No reply.

In the shadows I could hear Sterne - the rustling of his clothes. If he wasn't using the gun at this point, he liked to get free of his uniform and stroke himself.

"Hey, Sterne - before you do that, check the ropes."

"OK." Sterne moved about in the half dark. "You can do it now."

I stepped up to face Eddie.

"You know, don't you, Eddie?" I asked him. I pressed myself against him, and my half-bared chest touched his. I slid one arm around him and moved the other below...

He shrieked.

Again I pressed the prongs into his cock. He struggled wildly against the ropes. I switched off and jabbed one prong into the eyelet, and jabbed the other into the flesh behind the cock head.

As the force increased, his screams grew. He prayed for death.

I released him.

Then, without letting him rest, I toyed with his cock, moving the foreskin back and then running the stun gun over it lightly, swiftly, up and down the shaft before it slid back...

I stepped behind and glanced at the split of his legs.I pulled the jeans down more.The huge cock overhung the balls in front, but I clawed at them from behind with my left hand and brought them up and out.

The balls pushed up against the sac, the skin gleaming and stretched out. I wanted to put them in my mouth, and roll my tongue over them and feel how they were shaped... I felt a kind of pressure in my belly, looking at them, estimating how much he could take on them...

"This is for your arrogance, Eddie," I screamed at him.

I hit him. His own scream seemed in human.

Again. Again. Again.

I stopped. It hurt me to breathe. I was wet all over with my own sweat. I could feel my face hot and red.

His ball-sac was marked with red where I'd forced the prongs into it. Once more I gathered the balls up. I made sure I had them tight so I'd hurt him.

"You feel it, don't you, Eddie? That kind of ugly sickness reaching up into your gut? You feel like someone's tearing you apart? Look down - you can't see your cock and balls any more. I've got them. I'll rip them off, you fucker."

I squeezed hard, hard, hard-dropped them quick and hit him. Each ball.

"Take it, Eddie," I said, jolting him repeatedly. "Take it, take it, take it..."

He writhed, but I grabbed at him and held onto his sac with a force that made my hand ache for two days afterward. I forced my thumbs into each hurting ball like a vise.

He never knew which kind of pain he'd get, from my hand or what my hand held.

"Take it," I screamed, and hit him. "Take it." Another. "Take it." Again.

Nothing in the world like the current, Eddie," I told him. "It's different each time. Sometimes it's like a white-hot wire pushed into you. Sometimes you can watch your muscles quivering and you can't fucking stop them. And sometimes it happens all at once."

I shocked the left ball - a scream - but quickly pulled away.

"It's always different, but it's always worst on the balls. No muscle there for the current to go through. So you feel it as force and burn and yet you're not burned."

We waited a little. Let him anticipate. Then I toyed with the left ball again, and held it delicately in between my thumb and forefinger. I put pressure on the thumb. He cried out. I increased the pressure on the thumb. He cried out. I increased the pressure. His cry became louder.

I dropped the left ball, and picked up the right one - and dropped it too and snapped up the ball sac. I tied it taut with one of his shoelaces. The prongs went down into it...

He screamed and forced his body to try to escape. The ropes buckled and he managed to loosen one on his leg. Not enough. I pulled the prongs back, and the second he relaxed, hit him again.

"It's not going to kill you, Eddie, no matter how much you want it to," I screamed at him.

The body buckled again. Sweat formed in two little puddles at his feet. The sac bled where I'd clawed at it with the gun...

I stopped when his screams quavered.

I threw the stun gun onto the table. I let him see that.

Over at the side, Sterne had cum. The fluid decorated his legs and had gone onto the floor. His chest rose and fell hard. He started to rearrange his clothes, and said, "You did real good, Eddie."

I stepped back up to our victim.

"You did good, Eddie. Not many men could take the pain like you did."

"Fuck you, man," he whispered hoarsely.

"Sure. You've earned the right. But you first."

He collapsed into my arms as we cut him down. His pulse was good and strong...

In the corner was an old fan unit cover. We flung him over it, tied his wrists and ankles to its metal supports, his asshole open for rape.

My cock ached by this time. I forced it into him, and his head tossed at every push I made. I came in him then - I was so ready, my hands felt cold and the room half-turned in my head, dizzy-like, and I could see blood come out of him in delicate little red lines, hot and salt...

That night, Sterne and I had him bound to my bed, and we heard him moan again. Different moans. Carefully and gently we stroked him, caressed his big hurting balls and smoothed his wounded sac with oiled hands, put his blood-filled cock into our mouths. We made him cum. The thick white fluid went in gobs onto his chest and belly, and we watched him watch us as we each bent down to take it with our tongues. "You're part of me now, Pierce," I told him. "You're inside me."

We had his ear pierced, just like Tyrone's. He knew now what it meant. When he went back onto the yard, other men made way for him. Anyone who gave him trouble would wind up below. Not many of them could count on enduring as he had.

"You fuck up again, Pierce," I told him, "and you end up downstairs again. Worse next time. I'll cut you myself and pour salt onto your bloody cock."

He knew he'd passed his initiation, so his arrogance returned. "OK. And... fuck you, cunt," Pierce said, quietly. And chuckled. He squared his shoulders and swaggered outside.

A real bad attitude.

1 Comment

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   31118azti - April 2, 2020, 10:56 am

   Whew!!!!