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The day dragged on for John, until nightfall when the door opened again. Stephanie was there this time the gun in one hand a plate on the other. She stood in the doorway to see where John was. John was standing in the center of the room where he had been doing a few exercises. He eyed Stephanie and the gun as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Stay right there John." Stephanie walked in making sure she stayed between John & the door as much as she could as she moved to set the plate down that had a hardy chef salad on it. She then headed back for the door.
"Thank you." John said, realizing they could have let him go hungry.
Stephanie stopped with her hand on the door. "You're welcome John...Hunter & Randy will be here in a little over an hour." John nodded his understanding. After Stephanie had relocked the door, John grabbed his salad and sat to eat. The room felt so quiet without Randy to talk with. He prayed the younger man was alright with Hunter.
Time passed the only way John could remotely judge time was from watching more matches & if he looked up how long they ran. The door opened again Randy entered first. He didn't look as he did when he was taken from the room earlier that day. It was almost as if something had erased the last few months of time. His hair cut into almost a military buzz cut, his face left with just the finest traces of the scruffy beard nicely groomed, his eyes held the old icy cold gaze. He was in dark wash jeans & a black t-shirt that hugged his trimmed form. In his grasp was the same case from the night before.
John looked up in shock from his place on the floor. It was as if Randy had never been abducted, never been broken. The sight left a lump in John's throat as he had feared he would never see his friend like this again. "You look good, Ran." He said quietly. Hunter walked in after Randy securing the door.
Randy looked John over. "Get up...it's time." He spoke in his old deep monotone, seeming almost devoid of emotion. At least any warm ones.
John stood up slowly, eyeing the case for the first time. The coldness in Randy's steely eyes shook him but it was better than seeing the haunted pain in their depths. He knew Randy had put up his walls to obey Hunter. Otherwise, how could a man stay sane? Randy moved setting the case on the dresser by the TV.
"Open the closet Randy." Hunter instructed. Randy walked over to Hunter who retrieved a key from his pocket handing it over. Randy moved to the closet door unlocking it, he reached inside removing two long lengths of rope. Randy moved towards the bed & attached the ropes to the legs of the bed near the top.
"Come lay down John." John fought to breath normally as he obeyed, remembering what Randy had told him earlier in the day about the second part of the device. The last thing he wanted to do would be panic and make things rougher on Randy. Randy just nodded as John obeyed without delay. He reached for John's wrists tying one with the rope, then the other, hopefully without Hunter notice he tried to prevent too much pressure over the reddened flesh from the night before.
John tried to shut his mind down for the ordeal he knew was coming. He closed his eyes, breathing a few deep breaths. "Why do you want to do this?" He asked Hunter in a last ditch effort for mercy. "I can't do anything to defend myself. I thought you were an honorable man."
"I'm not...Randy is." Hunter gives an evil laugh. "He wants to see the look in another person. Someone to share it with. Isn't that right?"
"Yes, Hunter Sir." Randy's voice almost robotic as he turned away from the bed to go open the case. John shuddered at the sound of Randy's voice. He stayed silent, knowing any pleas would fall on deaf ears. Randy opened the case removing the same unit from the night before, he carried it towards the bed. "Spread your legs." John turned his head away from Hunter and Randy as he slowly opened his legs. He felt so vulnerable and exposed in that position. Randy's words had hurt him more than he cared to admit.
Randy applied the three pads as he had the night before. He rested the unit down to move back to the case. This time he removed a thin metal rod that was tapered on the one end. He also removed a small bottle. He moved back towards the bed. "Bend your knees John, it be easier if you just relax." His tone of voice it was hard to tell if he was trying to offer honest advise, or mocking the situation. John bent his legs, his body trembling a little from dread. He tried to relax as best he could. He refused to meet Randy's eyes, afraid of what he would find. What had Hunter done to him?
Randy moved to the base of the bed, opening the bottle he applied some of the liquid inside to the rod. "Just like a toy...surely you can handle a toy." Randy used one hand to push John's leg back to expose him more. He then ran the tapered end between John's cheeks. John blinked back tears at Randy's condescending words. They honestly stung deeper than the probe could ever hurt him.
"I can take it." He almost snapped. "Just please get it over with."
Randy slowly pushed the probe inside. The liquid a lube of some kind to help glide it in, Randy slid it in & moved it slowly, almost twisting it till he got the reaction he needed from John to progress properly. John gave a small moan as the probe brushed over his prostate. He had not expected it to feel so good. Randy repeated the same action a few more times to make sure the head of the probe was where he needed it. "We are starting like last night." Randy took a forth wire connecting it to the end of the probe before he stood up moving for the case pulling out the remote.
If like last night John knew the first part would at least feel good. He closed eyes again and tried to imagine Randy touching him with love in his blue grey eyes. Randy made sure the remote was on a low setting before turning on the three pads like John felt the night before. John was at war with himself. He hated to enjoy the demeaning treatment but was unable to help himself. Somehow showing lust to Hunter was more humiliating than pain. He bit his lip, moaning as his cock stirred under the vibrations.
"That's good Randy." Hunter told him.
"Thank you Hunter Sir." Randy turned it to the next level. John opened his eyes and gave Randy a look of disbelief, feeling betrayed as the man he loved seemed to enjoy making him a spectacle for their ex-boss. Randy fought to keep the icy gaze & not turn way from John.
"Don't think he has learned yet." Hunter told Randy.
"Yes Sir." Randy hit the button to begin the pulsing of the energy.
"F-Fuck." John groaned, bucking his hips as his cock hardened further. He looked at Hunter with a mixture of anger and fear. "W-What am I supposed to be learning? I haven't touched Ra...what's yours."
"Don't ask...just obey." Hunter smirked. "Maybe I should have Randy move right to the next phase." Hunter gave a dark chuckle. "I am sure you are wondering what that new toy is for."
"It's not hard to figure out." John snapped, focusing on Hunter. If he stayed furious with his captor he could ignore the hurtful way Randy was acting. He panted, his body nearing orgasm despite his outrage.
"Maybe one more level first..." Randy tried to suggest trying to read John's body remembering from last night.
"Go ahead play with him a little longer." Hunter agreed & Randy gave an inward sigh of relief as he went to the next setting. John gave a quiet cry as he came a few moments after the new setting had started. His body shook slightly from tremors as the pleasure washed over him. Randy hit the controls to shut it off.
"OK enough playing!" Hunter snapped. "Or need I take the controls from you."
"No Hunter Sir...I'll obey." Randy replied as he started to adjust the needed settings. A thin bead of sweat ran down John's face as he caught his breath from his powerful climax. He tried to move his arms as one was falling asleep but there was little give in the rope. Randy looked at John, a lick of his lips before he faintly mouthed the words 'I'm sorry.' He then hit the low setting to start the electric current to run from the probe to the pad at the base of John's cock, the energy stimulating John's prostate to go into small tremors right away.
John's eyes widened as he bucked a little in his bonds. He had never felt such direct stimulation to his sweet spot before. It was not like having his prostate brushed with a toy or a cock...it was ten times stronger. "D-Damn." He panted out as his spent cock could not help but twitch again.
"That's it; keep him right there for now." Hunter smirked. "Let him stew."
"Yes Sir."
Hunter's comment pissed John off. He hated the smug smirk on Hunter's lips. "Fuck you." He hissed as he fought to stifle a moan. "You sick bastard."
"Defiant to the end John." Hunter commented. "Come on Randy." Hunter headed for the door. "Let him stew alone in his treatment."
John almost panicked at the idea of being left alone, bound and tormented. "Please, Ran. Don't leave me like this." He begged, his cock almost standing at attention again. He knew the younger man had no choice even as he pleaded. The briefest look of regret broke Randy's ice facade before he turned to follow Hunter from the room. The light shocks continuing to stimulate John's sweet spot.
John thrashed once he was left alone, kicking his feet in a vain effort to get free of the ropes or knock the probe out of his ass. He finally collapsed on the bed in defeat, tears of frustration wetting his eyes as the stimulation continued to drive him closer to his second climax of the night. It was maybe five minutes before John could hear the door opening again. It slowly opened. By that time John had experienced his second orgasm and was lying still as his body was beginning to wear down. Any pleasure from the probe was turning into a nagging pain and his stomach was covered in his two releases.
It was Stephanie that had entered the room. She made her way towards the bed. "Stay still." She tried to tell him. John laid still as he watched her, his body coated in a fine sheen of sweat. He prayed she was sent to set him free. Stephanie reached down to pull the one pad from the base of John's cock. "How much did you already?" She looked John over.
"Twice." John answered his voice a little hoarse. He figured there was no reason to lie. She pulled the pad up to remove the wire from it, along with one of the unused wires.
"You better be a real good actor." She commented as she switches the wires around. "Claim you don't even know...sound winded..." She touched his cock to replace the pad, now with no current going through it. The connecting wires had no direct path anymore to overly stimulate John. "Make it seem like you are still feeling it went they return...Randy will be told to make it stronger...act as though it was too strong for you to handle."
John looked at Stephanie in amazement. "Thank you...But why would you do that for me? Go against Hunter's wishes?"
She gave John what may be considered maybe a sweet smile as she brushed his sweat drenched cheek. "Maybe I am sick of Hunter trying to always break my toys." She then blew him a kiss.
"Thank you." John gave the woman an exhausted smile. "Really. Thank you, Stephanie."
"The next time the door opens, it will be them." Stephanie then turned leaving the room with no trace of her visit.