King moved to the first thing that he wanted Akira to deal with. He pulled Akira to stand up and grabbed him at the waist, picking him up and shoving him on top of a cushion that forced Akira to straddle it. Next King threw the chain up and over a bar that was above Akira’s head, he tugged on it until Akira was forced to sit straight up or be choked.
King then got to work on Akira’s hands, attaching his wrists to the sides of the cushion. His ankles were next, being attached to the very bottom of the cushion. Akira could not move in the slightest. He was aware of what this contraption would do. He bit his lip, waiting for it to be turned on. It would insert a vibrating dildo, right into his ass and it would pound him for however long King deemed it. Which, according to him was either going to be for days or until Edward showed up to save Akira.
King laughed and stroked his finger lightly up Akira’s cock, “aww, how cute, it seems your body remembers this lovely toy of mine. I don’t use it with anyone but you, Aki-love, you just react so well to it. I can keep you on it for such a long time. I wonder if I’ll need to work you up again though, after all, you haven’t been on it in such a long time,” he whispered and licked up Akira’s jawline. “Won’t you be such a pretty little whore for me?”
Akira closed his eyes and shook slightly as he heard the click. Next came what he had been dreading. The cushion opened up a bit and a dildo came out of it and pushed its way slowly into Akira’s ass. Akira let out a soft groan as the dildo set itself deep inside of him. “Please, King… no.”
“Shh, Aki-love. You are going to ruin my favorite part,” King said, pressing his finger to his own lips.
Soon enough Akira was screaming as the dildo started to vibrate and press up against his prostate. To make matters worse it started to move in and out of him, faster and faster until Akira couldn’t think straight anymore.
King watched Akira like this for a moment, “what’s my name, Aki-love? Can you say it still?”
“K-K-King,” Akira managed to get out.
“Ah. You are still coherent then,” he said and brushed a finger along Akira’s nipple, pinching one as hard as he could before he moved to the other one. “Oh! I have just the thing for these,” King said as if he had forgotten yet another way to torture Akira. He walked off, leaving Akira in a mess, before coming back after a minute or two.
The next thing that Akira felt was a sharp pain; that slowly turned to a dull one as King placed a nipple clamp on each of Akira’s nipples. “Hmm, lovely,” King whispered. “But I don’t think it’s enough. Here, why don’t we put this on it too,” he said and placed a small weight on the chain that attached the nipple clamps. He laughed as Akira screamed out again.
King tugged on the weight and snickered as it gained him another scream from Akira. “Oh yes, this will do,” he grabbed the weight and another chain. He attached the chain to the weight and then held it taught, attaching it to a small rubber ring. He took that rubber ring and placed it around Akira’s cock. “Hmm, don’t you just look lovely, Aki-love,” he snickered. “I think this is good. Now, just to take a few pictures. You like pictures don’t you, Aki-love? I saw the ones of you in that beautiful dress that Edward fucked you in.”
Akira found that he understood what King was saying but couldn’t respond, his mind struggling to formulate what to say, but his face showed what he was thinking. Where on Earth did King get those photos? Edward promised that only they would see it.
“Oh? Was I not supposed to see those?” he asked. “Hmm, oh, or maybe you are wondering how I saw them? Oh, well that would be Hiroki as well,” he whispered in Akira’s ear. “So much for not giving them to anyone,” he smirked and licked his ear. He picked up his cell phone and started to snap a few pictures of Akira like this. “Mmm, you are so photogenic, my love.”
King looked through the photos that he took and picked one before sending it over to Hiroki, instructing him to send it to Edward if he didn’t show up in an hour or two. Letting him know to send it from a burner phone, he didn’t want Edward to get there too soon. He waited a few moments before sending another text, stating that he would get another one in three hours if Edward didn’t show up and another for every hour that Edward didn’t show up. King stated that if Hiroki wanted to he could tell Edward that was what would happen, but he was never to tell him where Akira was.
King then looked at Akira, “well, my Aki-love, I think I shall let you and the machine have your fun for a little while. Enjoy,” he said and left Akira to his thoughts, not that there were too many left.
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