“You know this is going to hurt, don’t you?”
Colin looked concerned as he stretched the roll of tape in front of him like a garrotte.

“Hh.. good…” Thom tried to shrug but was unable to move enough, the breathiness of his response giving away how much he was looking forward to this. Colin nodded and applied the sticky black electrical tape in a cruciform intersection running laterally from nipple to nipple, overlaying that which demarcated the centre line from Thom’s soft white throat to his livid risen cock.

“Christ, are you sure you can take it?”
They’d never been this far before..

“I need it this way.”
He was already becoming aware of the aching strain in his muscles, wondering how long he could last.

“Well, alright, but are you sure you want me to -”

“Colin, just do it to me.. do it how we said, please..” Thom’s voice was desperate, pleading, he wasn’t sure how long he could put his body through this and these questions were wasting time.

“Ok.”
Colin turned away, pacing to the other side of the small room, and when he turned back to get a good long look at Thom, immobilised like a fly in amber, all trace of worry had gone from his face. In its place was a cool impassive expression that hid his feelings like a mask.

“So, Thomas. It begins. You know why you’re here, don’t you?”
His casual tone matched the sauntering lope with which he strolled over to Thom, taking his face in one hand, his dark eyes gleaming.

“Yes..”

“You do want to be good, don’t you?”
Thom merely nodded, watching with wide eyes as Colin pulled a long thin cane out of his jacket sleeve.
Colin laughed,
“Like a conjuring trick.. hmm?”
He stepped back and flexed it a couple of times, testing its bendiness, watching all the time the look of excited fear that lit Thom’s face.

“I said, do you want to be good, Thomas? You must learn to answer me when I ask you a question..”
Colin murmured, again stroking his face.

“Sorry.. Colin, I do.. I want to be -” he swallowed “-good.”

“I know..” crooned Colin, pouting, a mocking parody of sympathy in his voice, “But you have been so verrry bad, haven’t you? Mmm? Haven’t you been just filthy?”

“ Ahhh..hah ah..yes..” whimpered Thom, twitching under the ticklish flick of the lash, its stinging caress blossoming into warmth and a tingling thirsty desire that left him craving something more solid.

“Are you ready?”

“Oh..hhyess…”