“Good news.” The nerd said. “I beat the boss from earlier.”
Only depraved and senseless sounds escaped my lips. Whimpering pleas, shuddering moans, startled yelps. All erupted from my throat simultaneously. Even if I hadn’t been gagged, I would have surely been just as incomprehensible.
The reflex of anticipation and recoil had been so utterly instilled in me, that I remained flinching and trembling and twitching for at least a minute before I realized the Edge Flies were gone. I gasped and panted into my gag, frothing my drool and sending quivering vibrations up the chains suspending me. I could still feel the edge flies crawling, nipping, biting, teasing, driving me past the point of sanity and control. I kept waiting for their next touch. All too slowly I realized It really was over, even if my nerves still didn’t believe it.
Now deprived of sensation I started to feel different. I pleaded as I looked at my master. I had been tormented so long, but never given relief. I wanted him to touch me, to grab me, to caress me. Even a gentle touch would surely be enough to send me over the edge, to purge this unstable arousal that frothed within me. Instead he gave one of my horns a gentle push, sending me spinning around and around. After being so overstimulated for so long, the slow spinning felt sudden and jarring. My body overreacted to this movement, which only filled me with motion sickness.
Not an inch of my body had been spared. The cool air brushing across my body was icy cold, and painfully arousing. Parts of my body still throbbed with passion. Every nerve cell in my body was both desperate for, and terrified of, touch. And my tits, God they were bee stung masses, more sensitive than anything I’d experienced as a man. Every inch of those throbbing purple swingers was more sensitive than the glans of my former dick, and my nipples? I’d surely die if someone were to touch those. I couldn’t see, thanks to my compromised position, but they felt so engorged that I worried the skin might rupture.
Only my pussy had been mostly spared, due to me keeping my legs closed tight… For the most part. Oh how the bugs had tried, but the space between my thighs was too dangerous for them, they bit all around, but never got close enough for me to crush them.
I half felt, half heard a dripping of something heavy and wet hitting the plastic bags beneath me. Sweat? I was sweating, but no. Sweat sounded like little water droplets, this was heavier. I knew what it was, of course. My inner thighs were soaking. My muff was stained with my wet desire. My skin was sensitive enough to feel as my lust dripped from my body. The hot nectar those cursed flies were after.
“So that’s why they’re called ‘edge flies’, by the way.” The nerd confessed. “In case you didn’t figure it out.”
I could heel the warmth of his hand as it hovered over my hot box. Shame gone, I pined for the touch, and stretched myself useless towards the warmth of his fingers. He deftly avoided me, and I heard another heavy drip.
“Oh, so you do want me after all.” He teased.
The sound that poured out of my lips was an ugly cocktail of want, exasperation, and fatigue. A part of me, somewhere in the back of my mind, got angry. ‘Fuck him.’ It said quietly. But the rest of me couldn't get behind it. I was too tired. Too needy. I don’t think I’d ever been so horny in my life. This was not rich emotional and physical passion, rather it was frothing, blinding, carnal desperation.
“Well. you hang out here, and cool off. I’m going to shower and get ready for work. We have some rules to discuss when I get back.”
It took willpower not to thrash and vie for his physical affections, but I managed somehow, small victory though it was. He left. I kept spinning. Whatever kept me suspended didn’t seem to have much friction. I closed my eyes, and tried to breathe deeply. I was sweaty. My mouth was gross and frothing. I think I even felt tears and a bit of snot, but couldn’t remember crying.
I tried to rub my legs together, but couldn’t get the friction I needed to satisfy. It took effort not to devolve into petulant thrashing. ‘Be patient.’ I told myself. He’s going to let me down, he’s going to go to his job, and I’m going to gratify this body in every conceivable way I pass out in a pool of my own fluids.
The dripping continued as I heard him shower. I managed to calm my mind, but my body still radiated lust. The wait caused me emotional damage. I needed him to let me go. I needed to satisfy all the cries for attention that moaned across my body. My breathing grew more tense with time, and I started to whimper, in spite of myself.
At last he returned, towel wrapped around his middle aaannnd the fucker was completely ignoring me. He smelled a shirt, slipped it on, dropped the towel, exposing his ass to me, and slipped on a pair of boxers. He was fully dressed in jeans and a wrinkled black button up when he stood before me next.
“Truth be told, I don’t trust you to not get into any trouble, so I have half a mind to leave you hanging.”
I shook my head desperately.
“Oh, so willing to play nice now?”
I nodded meekly.
“Fine, I’ll let you down, but there’s going to be some rules.”
Oh for the love of god. Stop dragging this out.
“One,” He began. “My landlord’s coming home any minute now. You’ll probably hear him upstairs. You’re going to be quiet while I’m gone.” It was hard to tell over the distracting sensations of my body, but I think I felt the hints of magic lacing that command.
“Two,” He continued. “No leaving this room.”
“Three,” He smiled wickedly. “No orgasms.”
I clenched my teeth, and screamed at him. He just shrugged. “Master. Slave. remember that.” He made a show of pointing at himself, then me.
Where the hell had this cocky jackass suddenly come from? I felt like a highschool bully giving a wedgie yesterday, and here he was today handling me like a rutting sow. What’s with this guy?!
He started to laugh, seeming to pick up on my confusion. “I admit, you took me by surprise when I pulled you out of hell. You weren’t what I expected, but now that I think about it. I’m glad. You might not be what I expected, but you’re exactly what I want. I am a maestro of depravity, and you will be my magnum opus.”
I wanted to groan and roll my eyes, but after what I just experienced, I shivered.
He pulled the tome out once again, and once again he began to chant. Again I didn’t know any of the words until he said the name “Eizazelique!” What the hell? I thought he agreed that wasn’t my true name? Of course that confusion was immediately pushed to the back of my mind as a moment later more bands of light began to swirl around me, just like from when the shackles appeared.
I winced and shut my eyes as the holy light blinded me, then suddenly felt something very cold grasp my hips and groin. I yelped. A moment later, I felt a similar icy coolness grasp my breasts, and clasp around my chest. I cried out, the touch nearly sending me over the edge, and then… Like being bound with a leash an inch too short to reach the bone, my climax was held just beyond my grasp. I writhed and wriggled, but no matter what I did I couldn’t crest that peak of ecstasy by using whatever devices now clung to me.
A moment later, the chains were loosed, and for the second time today I crashed into the pile of trash. The sensation of touch on my abused body nearly sent me over the edge again, and again it was like grasping at clouds. My mind was white hot, I was ready to cum, but it wouldn’t happen!
My arms and legs were so numb, all I could do was curl up, and hold myself for the first minute, blood flow was soon restored, and I turned to my next priority. My hand greedily shot towards my desperate snatch, but my nails clanked, yes CLANKED against something hard and metallic.
I was emotionally staggered by the obstruction. The bafflement must have been clear on my face as the nerd began to cackle like a mad man. With horrified trembling hands, I touched my breasts next, believing that I could send myself over the edge through breast play alone, but again my hands met only hard metal. I looked down and came face to face with smooth metal bowls over my boobs, shaping and amplifying my bust. I had to lean forward to see a similar smooth and ergonomic shape restraining my lustful kitty from its desire.
“Fuck, I wish I could stay longer and watch you” He laughed sardonically. “I can drag a demon from hell, but can’t pay rent.” He looked at me deviously, “But you’ll help with that soon enough.” He gave me one last look. “Be good, Izzy.” He called back with some new nickname he had apparently decided on, then departed the room. I caught a brief glimpse of a small living area and kitchenette beyond the door before it closed, leaving me alone…
I sat there, forlorn, trying to reconcile the cruelty of his denial after all my suffering when…
YO! What the FUCK! He left the boxers locked in my mouth! I scrambled to my feet, but he was already gone.
