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The sound that was forced from Mox's throat was like that of a wild animal caught in a bear trap. A raw, strangled yowl. His chest heaved as he caught his breath, recovering from the sudden shock.
"Jesus fucking Christ, man..." He hissed.
Claudio felt his lips pull into a smug little smirk.
"Sorry, Mox. Accidentally had the remote set to seven." He shrugged, holding his hands up in defence.
"Accidentally my ass." Mox muttered. He sat on his knees obediently, looking up at Claudio, the blacks of his eyes swallowing the blue, beads of sweat already rolling down his back.
"Sorry, sorry. I'll turn it down." He started to fiddle with the remote, but a low grumble from Mox caught his attention.
"Eight." He grumbled. "Set it to eight."
Claudio, pleased with himself, tried not to scoff. He knew Mox better than Mox knew himself, and knew a seven would be a nice starting place for starting place for him. To warm him up, get him used to it. If it truly was too much, he'd of already snapped open the cheap plastic buckle and yanked it off. But he hadn't. But his hands were still resting politely on his thighs, not even fidgeting, like a well behaved puppy. The metal prongs of the shock collar pressed into his soft neck flesh, and the strap wrapped around his throat shifted in place as he swallowed his excess spit. He was prone to that when he got a little excited, slobbery mouth and constantly wetting his lips.
The shock collar and the remote themselves were rudimentary - nothing fancy or expensive like the stuff Claudio was used to treating Mox with when they played with stuff like this. He loved to splurge on Mox, wether it be velvet lined collars or expertly conditioned leather floggers. Mox didn't really appreciate exorbitant articles anyway; he'd rather use coarse rope from Home Depot over hand braided nylon rope.
If anything, the 30 dollar PetSmart shock collar was more Mox's speed. Just a scratchy nylon strap and a cheap plastic encased shock device attached right by the side of his Adams apple. Simple as it was, it did its job. Maybe if they really liked it though, Claudio might consider buying a nice heavy shock collar, leather strap and metal hardware, maybe something custom. Something with a higher voltage.
Claudio's finger hovered over the button on the remote, itching to press it down again. His finger rested on it, watching Mox who was kneeling at his feet. His hands were still on his thighs, looking up at Claudio with heavy lidded eyes.
He pressed and held it down, counting the seconds in his head. One, two…
Mox’s fingers contracted into tight fists, wrists remaining intact, exactly where Claudio told him to keep them. His face scrunched up tight, jaw clenched as he let out a pained, throaty grunt through his gritted teeth. Sharp, hot volts ran through his whole body.
Three, four, five…
His nose was scrunched up and there was spit at the corners of his mouth, frothing up into a gross foam. He managed to open his eyes, almost rolling all the way back into his skull. He managed to fight with his muscles, and his jaw opened. Claudio took his finger off the button, only because he could imagine Mox accidentally biting his own tongue off, and that wouldn’t be a particularly easy thing to explain to the paramedics.
His tongue lolled out as he sucked air into his lungs. Sweat dripped down his brow and nose, and he spat onto the floor, dribble starting to dry at the corners of his lips.
To anyone else, this would look like some form of sick, twisted torture. Mox was in agony, sure. But he revelled in it, he adored it. And, judging by the situation in his underwear, he liked it too much. His cock was hard, painfully so, straining against the fabric so tightly that Claudio thought they might tear. He was leaking so much the cotton had gone slightly transparent, Claudio could see everything with the way the wet material was clinging to his shiny cockhead, precum still bubbling from his tip. Claudio was filled with depraved glee when he realised that, yeah, Mox really could cum just from this.
“N-nine?” Mox managed, voice sore and raw.
“What about ten?” Claudio suggested.
Mox nodded so frivolously Claudio thought he might topple over, unsteady on his trembling knees, but that just gave him another idea. He set the dial to ten, and pressed.
The zap had Mox digging his blunt fingernails into his hairy thighs, tearing into them with enough force to rip through the skin. His head was thrown back and Claudio saw how his throat contracted, veins popping. Claudio placed the toe of his shoe on Mox’s tensed up shoulder, and that was all it took to send Mox’s balance off completely. He didn’t even have to kick, just press a little to send Mox falling backwards onto his back, arching, his hips thrusting up erratically into the air. All his veins were bulging from the electric volts, his neck, arms, fuck, his forehead even. His mouth was agape, but no sounds besides the occasional pained whimper came out. His lower tummy twitched visibly as he came, milky white soaking into the fabric and smearing down his thigh. His body was still convulsing, from the orgasm or the shocks, Claudio wasn’t sure.
When Claudio finally released his finger from the button, Mox looked disappointed.
“Why’d- Oh.” He said, his hand reaching down to cup his soaked through bulge. Poor thing was so overwhelmed he hadn’t realised he’d even finished. He collapsed to the floor, into his own rorschach test-esque stain of sweat, spit, and cum. Claudio leant down, unbuckling the sweat-slippy plastic buckle and running a finger over Mox’s neck, red and irritated.
It was a pretty sight, sure. But it wouldn’t do. He made a mental note to ensure that Mox’s custom shock collar should be lined with a nice gentle fabric, maybe a soft chenille. Some sturdy hardware wouldn’t be bad either, maybe a brass buckle? Of course, most importantly, the voltage needed to be much, much higher.