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Smooth, lightly muscled limbs and a pair of jumping – if not especially well developed – pectorals were what lured Mac to the shop. The boy mounted in the window display was not only a beauty but exactly Mac’s type – a perfect twink, lithe and not too tall, all his skin precisely depilated, and his terribly cute, small cock erect and pink and desperate.
From time to time, the cock twitched minutely. Through the clean glass, Mac could see more sweat bead on unblemished skin and the helpless need deepen on the boy’s face.
The poor thing must’ve already been here a long while. If the boy was permitted, Mac surmised, he would’ve bitten his lips raw. The red ball gag prevented him, though, and only his jaw clenched, sharpening the angle of his pretty, flushed cheeks.
From his vantage point, Mac couldn’t see what had aroused the boy to this extent. The small cock was stone-hard and pointing straight up, but left alone. The boy had to be on medication, for his erection to last this long, but – based on the suspiciously rhythmic way he was twitch-squirming – there was some powerful stimuli, too. It was probably being applied anally, although it must be something not obvious – the boy’s legs were bound spread, and nothing moved between them aside from the drawn-up, randomly spasming ball sack. His hands, wrists bound to the outside of his thighs, fists clenching and unclenching, obscured what was behind him some, but not much; if there was a machine working his ass, Mac should be able to see it. Was it maybe a vibrating dildo or a plug? Considering the strength and the longevity of the reactions, no way was it anything battery-powered. Was there a wire running down one smooth leg?
Mac probably should go in and find out.
He pulled on the doors, and a bell chimed.
The boy wasn’t the only living exhibit inside. Further in, plump buttocks were twitching, almost like they were disembodied. A merciless machine pummeled the hole between them, fast, like a power tool, but with no noise aside from a quiet whirr. The rest of the buttocks’ owner was encased in black rubber, and the sounds he was making were muffled – he must be expertly gagged. On first glance, Mac couldn’t see his cock, but it was there – like the rest of him, trapped in a tight piece of constricting blackness.
Mac smiled. Personally, he wasn’t a fan of big butts, but even he had to admit the vibrations caused by the insane fucking that rippled through the surrounding flesh were fun to watch. Plus, the midnight-black cock cage – cock cages were always fun.
Mac walked further in. His eyes slid over the shelves full of perverted toys until they landed on the narrow ass of the window boy. And Mac had been right – beside a cruel anal hook, a cable ran out of the spasming hole. He traced its path with his eyes – down a smooth thigh, then calf – until it entered a neat black box equipped with a touch screen.
“It’s an e-stim unit,” a male voice at Mac’s shoulder said. Mac turned to see a short, middle-aged man who had materialized beside him like a ghost. “Ten exchangeable electrodes included in the basic set. One hundred and twenty pre-configured settings, plus power enough to satisfy even the most demanding sadist. It has an inbuilt mechanism that converts alternating current to direct in a safe manner, so it can be plugged into a regular power source. No battery-powered alternative will give you this much of a kick.”
Mac hummed. “This setting. The power isn’t the highest.”
The shopkeeper reached to the device’s panel and pulled one slider all the way into the red.
The boy on the display wheezed and arched.
The shopkeeper pulled the slider down. “Mind that maximum power shouldn’t be applied for long stretches of time,” he explained.
“Is it dangerous?”
“Not especially. But it could cause the nerves to numb.”
Dry-mouthed, Mac stared at the slumped, panting boy.
“Can I?”
“Of course.”
Slowly this time, Mac increased the power.
The boy tensed in increments. When the slider reached the middle and started turning orange, he tried to struggle, but the cruel anal hook kept his hips in place. The rope attached to its end was cinched very tight. It met with the other ropes further up – those around his chest and arms – which then affixed him to a sturdy steel pulley on the ceiling, keeping him upright.
Mac increased the power, mark by mark, and breathed in the musky scent of the boy’s reactions. When he reached the maximum, and the body before him shook like a plucked string, his own crotch pulsed tightly. He breathed out slowly as he pulled his finger back towards the green, then breathed the red in.
In front of him, the boy danced. From hard and tense, to slumped and shivering and almost relaxed. Three more people now stood – frozen, fascinated – before the glass. Someone walked in behind Mac.
“Why isn’t he cumming?” the man behind him asked.
“Because of the drug,” the shopkeeper said. “Are you interested? Here, we have…”
Too focused on the spectacle before him, Mac didn’t listen to the shopkeeper’s explanations.
He played with the sliders. There were four of them, and each combination produced a slightly different reaction. Here the boy moaned, here he clenched hard, then relaxed, clenched hard, then relaxed. Now he tensed all over, trapped within a nasal, wordless scream. This one caused his reddened anus to quickly, invitingly pulse. Now his buttocks clamped on the anal hook despite its – undoubtedly painful – pull. Now he writhed, now trembled, now twitched and slumped.
“How long has he been like this?” someone else asked behind Mac’s back – the shop was filling up.
“Since ten a.m., when we opened up,” said the shopkeeper. “All the exhibit boys are contracted to work full, eight-hour-long shifts.”
“You employ them directly?”
“No, we use an agency.”
“So theoretically speaking, it’s possible to hire them, ah, individually?”
Mac turned around suddenly. “Can I have the details for this one?”
The shopkeeper made an unhappy face. “Come, now, mister,” he said. “We are a respectable business here. And if you aren’t even a customer—”
“But I am a customer,” interrupted Mac. “I’ll be buying this.” He pointed at the black box.
At that, a sly, satisfied smile bloomed on the man’s face. “In that case, follow me.” He led Mac to the counter – leaving behind the four men, who, now that Mac had given them space, crowded around the boy, eager to test all the settings.
The shopkeeper bagged Mac’s purchase.
“And the boy’s details?” Mac asked.
The man handed Mac a black card with a silver phone number. “Ask for Caleb,” he said.
“That’s the young man’s name?”
“Yes. Although he’ll probably not be available today. Or tomorrow. Or, come to think of it, a day after.”
“Surely—”
“The drugs we’re giving him. They arouse him while preventing his body from getting its due. They won’t be out of his system for at least two more days.”
Mac’s cock twitched. “Oh,” he said, “that wouldn’t be a problem for me.” He sent the shopkeeper a wicked half-smile. “Although I can understand that it can be, ah, difficult, for the young man. Great that the agency looks out for their employees’ wellbeing.”
“They’re a good company. Quite respectable. Been working with them for years, and haven’t had a problem once. They’re great in emergencies, too.” Here, the shopkeeper sent Mac a conspiratorial grin. “If you really need a particular body to fill a particular spot, they’d send you one no matter what.” On a blank piece of paper, the man wrote a number. “You’d have to pay, of course.”
Mac looked down, then smiled with his teeth. “Reasonable, I’d say.”
The shopkeeper nodded. “Very reasonable.” He crumpled the paper and threw it away. “Anything else I can do for you?”
Mac looked back at the rhythmically clenching ass of the tormented boy. “That drug,” he started.
“Ah, yes, of course.” The shopkeeper reached under the counter and took out two small square bottles of pills. The contents rattled softly as he shook the red bottle. “One pill an hour before you start playing to keep your partner interested. They aren’t the same as the regular ones you can buy at the pharmacy – they make erections easier, but they don’t cause them. It’s about arousal, not just physiological reactions.”
“And the green ones?” Mac asked, already expecting the answer.
“Would make both ejaculation and orgasmic contractions impossible. Pleasure can still be felt, but there’s no chance of the hormonal changes that trigger the refractory period after a regular release. Should I pack those?”
“Yes, please.” Mac looked at the boy’s lithe body, now again strung like a string. “That, and a tight cock cage,” he decided on a whim. “Something plain but functional. Plastic, but with a proper lock.”
“Sized specifically for Caleb?”
The boy slumped in his bonds, then another of the gathered men got ahold of the box, and he went to his toes.
His hole was going to be nice and smooth – and sensitive beyond belief.
Mac looked at the black card again, then carefully pocketed it.
“Yes, please.”