I nodded. I figured the pretty boy might approve considering his career choice. The man’s entire life was built around helping people get into the best shape they could.
“You’ve got everything you need here,” he said absently. “You don’t go to a gym?”
“No. Not a fan of people wanting to sit around and chat.” When I worked out, I worked out. I spent a few hours down here almost every day. Not only because I was intent to maintain my physique, but also because it allowed me to clear my head. Some people used alcohol, drugs, or some other vice to chase the demons away. I used weights.
“You’ve put a lot of thought into the setup,” he said, his eyes still scanning the room.
“Glad you approve,” I said blandly. “Now I want you naked.”
He nodded. His gaze continued to bounce around the room as he removed his jeans, laying them over one of the nearby workout benches.
Good thing for him that wasn’t the sort of bench I was interested in using today. Nope, we would be getting one hell of a workout, but it wouldn’t be with weights.
I removed a cloth cover I kept over my most recent purchase—a steel spanking bench that I’d found online from a company that custom built BDSM equipment. The A-frame legs were sturdy, designed to handle the abuse it would undoubtedly endure. It was magnificently designed, with roughly two dozen hooks that would allow me to restrain my toy any way that I saw fit.
The pretty boy’s eyes shifted to the bench, but he didn’t say a word.
“This isn’t for you,” I informed him, noticing his disappointment. “Don’t worry. You’ll enjoy what I’ve got in store.”
After going into the closet and retrieving a set of iron cuffs, I motioned the pretty boy to follow me. I hooked the heavy iron manacles to a set of chains I had fixed to the concrete wall. I’d installed the hooks myself so I knew they would hold up to damn near anything.
“Put your back to the wall,” I instructed.
The pretty boy got into position and I fixed the cuffs to his wrists, then pulled the chains until his arms were spread out to his sides, as taut as I could get them without pulling. I did the same with his ankles, forcing his legs wide. I wasn’t using the cheesy padded leather restraints that would ensure his comfort for this scene. That wasn’t my style. I had no intention of ensuring he was comfortable.
I stood tall and stepped up to him, gripping his jaw between my fingers, then held up a small round bell so he could see.
“As you probably remember, I’m not giving you a safe word. However, if something goes wrong, I do expect you to inform me. Since you won’t be able to speak, this will be your only way of signaling if there’s a problem.”
His eyes shot to the bell. Once he got a good look at it, I tucked it into his right hand. It was small, but loud enough to be effective.
“Should you need to stop the scene, ring it. But it better be because you’re bleeding or about to lose a limb.” I shot him a malevolent grin. “If I hear that bell for any other reason, you will be punished. So I suggest you don’t drop it.”
His eyes were already glazing over, his desire evident. “Yes, Zeke.”
I’d noticed the pretty boy had been quiet for most of the morning. While he had engaged with my sister, he hadn’t spoken directly to me. I couldn’t quite read his body language yet, but I didn’t peg him for the strong silent type. Which meant he was likely adjusting to his new surroundings, attempting to figure out what I had in store for him.
I left him cuffed to the wall while I retrieved the other items I needed for him.
“Since the day I met you, I’ve thought about this,” I told him as I held up the thick, stainless-steel ring. “Do you know what it is?”
“A cock ring,” the pretty boy said, his breaths coming in a little faster.
“It’s called a crown of thorns,” I explained, holding it there so he could admire. “Each of these little screws has a point on it. Once it’s in place, I’ll show you what it feels like.”
A minute later, I was working the steel ring over the head of his cock. It took a minute to get it in place because he was already semi-hard. This was a particularly fun toy to play with. The steel circle had six holes drilled through, where tiny, pointed screws were threaded, the sharp ends providing a similar sensation to the parachute harness I’d used last night. Only this was applied directly to his cock, just beneath the head. The pinpricks would stimulate the nerves in his dick, enhancing his torture.
