Spider's Game

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Chapter Two

Jack thought eternity had passed before his Master returned. He had tried to keep track of the vibrator going off, but lost count after ten. When he saw the tall man return, he barely had the voice to beg, “Master, please make it stop. Please.”

“Good boy,” his Master stroked his hair. “See, that wasn’t so hard to learn, was it?”

The vibrating started again, and Jack squeak of pain immediately gave way to broken gasps of “Master, please please Master-”

Jack felt his cock and now very bruised balls being jostled for a moment before the vibrating ended and the weight was removed. Jack drew in ragged breaths, resting his tear-streaked face against his arm. “Don’t forget your lesson, or we’ll have to go over it again.”

The withering reply died on Jack’s tongue as he nodded wearily. His Master’s fingers threaded through his hair and pulled his head down. Jack saw a collar in the other hand and he jerked away, but the grip in his hair kept him still while the leather wrapped around his neck. Something in the collar was digging into his throat, and he could feel it stab when he swallowed. “W-what are you doing?” he asked, the quickly added, “Master.”

His Master hummed his approval as he fastened the collar in the back. “A little gift I picked up from the pet store.” He gave a few tugs on Jack’s hair. “It’s a high end electric collar, and it’s set at max. The clerk assured me it can take down a 200 pound Rottweiler, or a 100 pound mutt.”

Jack jerked his head up and glared. But his still throbbing groin kept him from cursing his Master out for the collar. Then his Master tilted the table again, and blood rushed back into Jack’s arms and fingers. The pain and needle feeling came back, making Jack squirm. His ankle were released from the table straps, and then tied together. Jack waited for his arms to freed, and moved to hit his kidnapper despite his arms felt like dead weights. The swing was pathetic, and his Master almost looked amused as restrained Jack and lashed his arms up to his elbows together in front of him.

“It’s good to see that your fighting spirit rebounds quickly.” He hoisted Jack into his arms, jostling his ballsack and causing a squeak of pain. “I would hate to break you so early.” Then he moved for the doorway. “Now, if you’re a good boy, you’ll stay in the room and wait for me even when I’m not there.” Jack knew that was never happening. “But if you go outside…”

His Master dropped him through the doorway. The collision with the floor was almost forgotten as an electric arc ripped through Jack. He tried to scream, but no noise came out except some guttural groans. He arched and twisted and thrashed as the cyclical pain coursed, ebbing and peaking. Just when he thought the pain would make him pass out, the cycle would drop again and just barely touch back on bearable.

Jack was dragged backwards, and despite the shock stopping, Jack kept twitching in the aftershock. “Understand what happens if you try to leave?”

Jack shuddered, and tried to claw at the collar until his Master reached down and released the pressure on the buttplug, then pulled it out. His Master held the shit-covered plug in front of his face. “This is unacceptable, pet.” He swatted the plug across Jack’s back with a slick smack. “Crawl to the bathroom to be cleaned.” He pointed to a doorway.

It took Jack a few awkward tries to get to his knees and his elbows with his arms bound up to his elbows and his ankles tied together. His balance was horribly off as he struggled to shuffle forward like an inchworm. Apparently his Master thought he wasn’t moving fast enough, and smacked Jack’s ass. It knocked Jack off balance, and he had to fight to stay upright. He could only move a few inches at a time, with his Master ‘encouraging’ him, and was starting to sweat from the effort by the time he reached the bathroom threshold. He fell over once inside.

His Master didn’t mean to give him a moment to rest, though. He hauled the boy up by his forearms, the still sore-muscles protesting. Jack was deposited on the hard porcelain of the tub. His Master pulled down a showerhead nozzle that was long and thin with a black rubber section at the base that also had a pump. Jack struggled to get to his knees and elbows on the slick porcelain while his Master smeared lube over the nozzle end.

“Don’t-” Jack started.

“Shut up or I’ll gag you.”

“But the collar – won’t it –” Jack tried to reason while his Master reached down and spread his cheeks.

“I already turned it off for your bath,” his Master said calmly, and slid the enema nozzle into Jack’s ass. Jack whimpered loudly at how cold it was on the abused flesh and tried to move away. His Master smacked Jack on his butt in reprimand. Jack yelped and clenched around the nozzle as his Master pulled it out before shoving it back in with a hard push. Jack scrunched his eyes shut and tried not to cry as the nozzle was twisted and thrusted at angles that made aborted little squeaks rise in Jack’s throat. With a final deep plunge, the bulb at the base started to inflate. “Now,” His Master started, “This will be uncomfortable. But you have to hold it until I tell you to release.”

“Don’t- this is gross-”

“You’ve forgotten your lesson already?” His Master tisked, swatted his ass again which was starting to sting, then turned the water on. Jack didn’t feel much at first, but the pressure began to build. He shifted on his knees as best he could. He felt the swelling in his abdomen and it started to hurt. Jack was horribly disgusted, but bit back the swears he wanted to hurl.

“Stop it!” He choked out. “Stop it, Master!”

His Master grabbed his face and squeezed, forcing his jaw open. He shoved dildo with straps into his mouth, and the straps fastened around Jack’s head. The dildo was a huge girth, forcing his teeth apart, but short enough Jack could feel it against the back of his throat when he swallowed hard.

“I told you to shut up,” his Master scolded. “You need to be a good boy.”

Jack whimpered at the weight in his abdomen, as the muscles started to cramp. He tried to push the gag out with his tongue, drool beginning to leak from his mouth.

Finally his Master stopped the water, and stroked his hair again. “Hold it, pet.”

Jack could only give a warble of protest around the dildo gag. He bowed his head and mentally cursed out his captor for the next several long minutes that felt like eternity. He was fairly certain his Master was reading a book and completely ignoring Jack’s pain, like it was a TV turned on for noise.

When his Master removed the nozzle, the brown water unevenly spurted from Jack’s ass. He clenched his fingers and screwed his eyes shut at the humiliating feeling as the smell rankled in his nose. He could feel the thick water around his bounds arms inches in front of his face, and turned away from it. The leather strap on his cheek pressed into his shoulder, and the collar dug into his neck. The unfairness of the entire situation hit him, and he started to sob.

His Master ignored his pathetic crying, and the enema process was repeated twice more.

The water was running near clear and the stench had dropped when he finished. Jack felt completely drained as his Master turned on the normal showerhead and rinsed down the tub and Jack. He dumped a bottle of body soap over Jack’s body and took a rough pad to his skin, scrubbing the sweat and shit from his skin. He paid special attention to Jack’s ass, rubbing hard along his crack and abused hole. Jack screamed around the gag as the pad scrubbed across his cock and balls, which his Master paid particular attention to.

Jack got pulled from the tub and set on the bathroom floor on his knees, feeling raw and hollow. He was carelessly patted down, left damp and shivering slightly when his Master stepped back and pulled down his pants, revealing his huge cock nearly 9 inches long and too big for Jack’s hand to fit around, standing at attention. Jack turned to look away, but his Master grabbed his hair and pulled his forward. “Normally I’d pound your pretty face,” his Master smirked, “But I don’t trust those teeth yet. So use your hands. And if you please me, I’ll let you rest tonight.”

Jack glared, and his hair was pulled harshly. With a hard swallow, Jack lifted his hands and wrapped them both around his cock. He tried to replicate the pumping movement he did to himself in the bathroom at home. When he tried to squeeze to take out his anger, his Master only thrusted forward. A few minutes passed before his Master’s grip in his hair tightened, and he came all over Jack’s face.

He smirked at Jack’s disgusted expression. When Jack moved to wipe his face, his Master smacked his hands. “Crawl to the bed.”

Jack balked. He knew perfectly well what would happen if he obeyed. His ass felt flayed open, his butt burned from the multiple swats, and his balls throbbed.

His Master simply smirked at the expression on Jack’s face. “I guess you need another lesson.”

Jack started to shake his head in protest, his Master hoisting him like a disobedient dog and half-dragging Jack back into the large bedroom that served as Jack’s private hell.

He threw Jack back onto the table, setting off sheer panic in the boy just by the table itself. His arms were drawn up above his head, still tied together, and strapped down. Same with his ankles.

Jack was already shaking when his Master pulled up a chair beside the table. “Now this lesson is simple.” His Master’s tone was light and almost playful as he started to stroke his broad hand down Jack’s hairless chest. “You are to obey me.” He tweaked Jack’s nipple, rolling the tip between his fingernails and tugging hard. Jack yelped around the gag and arched his back. “That’s all it is. When I tell you to do something, you do it. You have no choice. That’s all.” With his free hand, his Master opened a drawer in the stand next to the table, and pulled out a box. From the box came a long needle. Jack’s eyes flew open and he jerked to get away. “Understand, pet?” Jack’s nipple was twisted again. “Obey.” And with that, his Master plunged the needle completely through Jack’s skin.

Jack screamed, choking on the gag. There wasn’t a pause to breathe before a second needle was pushed through, running parallel at the top and bottom of his nipple. Jack’s muffled screams ripped through him, thrashing against the restraints. He hated getting shots – this was a thousand times worse. Jack started to gag and choke for air as his nose filled with snot from tears. His Master finally removed the dildo, and despite Jack’s sore mouth and jaw his screams turned to immediate begging.

“Master, Master, please, stop, please Master stop-“

Another needle was inserted, and another, creating a little box around Jack’s nipple. Jack couldn’t stop screaming, as his Master used the crossing needles to pull on Jack’s nipple. He twisted and tilted the little set up like a puzzle game. When he let the needles go to relax the skin and Jack’s screams settled to pathetic whimpering and desperate gasps around sobs, his Master commented, “Now, I should attach an electrical current to these for a while – but I think you’ve had enough ‘shock’ for one day.” His Master smirked. “Now, what was your lesson?”

“Obey,” Jack choked out. “O-obey, Master.”

“Minimalistic, but sufficient.” His Master moved around the table.

“Master, don’t-“

“Don’t pretend you don’t want it,” his Master scolded idly, pulling and tweaking the other nipple until it was hard, “You practically begged for another lesson.” He punctuated the sentence with another needle.

Jack screamed as the same treatment was done, then was his Master alternatively tugged on the needles, rolling them or twisting the whole set, or pulling on the tip of the nipple itself which hurt the worst as the pierced skin stretched. Blood was trailing down Jack’s chest and his nipples had gone from a healthy dusky pink to near purple.

“Master please, I’ll obey. I’ll obey,” Jack sobbed.

“Will you?” The pain exploded on both sides.

“Yes! Master! Master please! I’ll obey!”

“Hmmm…” The twisting was driving Jack insane. “Alright.”

The pain died back to the consistent drone, and Jack gulped in air for relief. The withdrawl of the needles didn’t even register in his brain. Then his Master bent down and bit hard on one of the abused patches of skin. Jack shrieked.

“Remember your lesson, pet.” His Master undid the bindings on the table, flipped Jack over to his stomach and pulled the boy to the edge of the table. Jack’s legs dangled while his Master undid his pants, reached for the ever-constant lube, slicked himself up in one swipe, and shoved inside. Jack cried out as the thrust rubbed his chest against the tabletop. His mind retreated – his Master was taking out his lust on the same body he used to arouse it. His Master thrusting harshly behind him was another bleeding wound to the long list of atrocities committed against him today. Each thrust brought a new wave of pain from every location – his redden ass, his tortured balls, his abused nipples. Jack couldn’t stop sobbing and shaking.

Jack barely noticed that his Master had finished, until he withdrew and smacked Jack on the ass again. “Now.” He pulled Jack unsteadily to his feet, and untied the boy’s hands. Jack was still shaking too hard to acknowledge that his hands were free at first. “Prove your lesson to me, or you’ll experience the electric current tonight.” He then pointed at the floor at the foot of the bed. “Lie down on your stomach, and put your hands behind your back.”

Jack shakily slid to his knees, giving only one glance to the door out of the room before scooting slowly along to where he was told to go, dragging his still-bound feet. His nipples screamed in protest at contact with the tile floor, but Jack rested his fevered cheek against the welcome coolness and put his wrists together behind his back.

His Master watched, a high degree of satisfaction on his face. “Good boy.” He bound Jack’s wrists together. “Obeying is much easier, isn’t it?”

Jack only shut his eyes, suddenly horribly tired despite how much pain he was in. A disconnected part of his brain wondered who would put tile as the flooring in a bedroom.

The inflatable buttplug was shoved gracelessly into Jack’s ass and pumped up again. He wasn’t sure if his Master actually stopped to use lube or not, but he was still slick and dripping anyways. Then his knees were bent and his ankles tied together and to his wrists, arching Jack’s back. Jack squirmed around in the position, until his Master flipped him on his side. Jack couldn’t help the cry of pain as his Master grabbed his balls, slipping a knot in the rope around them and tightening it. When he rolled Jack back onto his stomach, he pulled the rope taunt up his asscrack, around the rope binding his wrists and ankles together, then around his collar.

“Master, don’t-“ Jack tried to shift, and his plea ended in a shriek as his bruised and stretched balls were pulled on. Any movement he made resulted in the rope tightening around his ballsack. “Let me out of this, please Master- Please-”

“You beg so prettily already, pet,” his Master crooned. “Think hard on your lessons through the night, and we’ll review them in the morning.”

“No! Master, please! Untie me, please!” Jack watched as the man moved to get ready for bed.

“As much as I love hearing your pleas, I want to fall asleep to your whimpers and cries of pain. Any loud noises or speaking will earn you five spankings each.”

Jack couldn’t believe this. There was no way in hell he could sleep like this! “But Master-“

“Five.” His Master smirked sadistically. “Sleep well, pet.”

Jack sobbed, the tears flowing freely. Every twitch in his arms or legs resulting in sharp spikes of pain from his crotch – there was no more single spot down there that hurt, it was radiating torment. He cried hopelessly at his suddenly horrible and meager lot in life.