Page 58 of Destruction

When they switch places, and Benjamin takes over manning the machine, I direct their attention to the still-twitching body on the table. “Next time we do this, there will be no heart monitor, so pay close attention. This has to be on instinct, watch the way he twitches, the pattern of his breathing. Listen to what his body is telling you. Torture is about more than just giving your subject pain, but knowing how to make that pain the most effective.”

Picking up another set of clips and connecting them to the machine, I wait until he stops twitching, keeping an eye on his heart rate. When it’s elevated, but not too much, I attach the clips to his sides, right under his ribs.

“Go ahead and start slow, Benjamin. I want to see what you’ve learned from observing, so keep it going as long or as short as you think he can handle, but don’t kill him yet.”

Off and on, Benjamin works the machine, proving he’s a quick study by varying the length of time he electrocutes the wanker. When I give the okay, he clicks the dial up another notch.

I watch carefully to make sure he doesn’t accidentally go too far, especially with how close the clips are to his heart.

Raising my hand as the heart monitor begins to scream at us, I stop the torture, happy to smell the burning flesh from where the clips are. “Very good, Topolino. Jude, get some more water.” I look at Benjamin. “Turn the machine all the way up, please.”

“This is not where I thought the day was going.”

“No?” I tilt my head. “Were you expecting more bloodshed? I have to admit, while I love that part too, sometimes you have to vary it. Monotony is boring, and it can make you sloppy once things become predictable. Having a good variety of different skills isn’t a bad thing. Different people need different things, so you need as many options as you can have at your disposal, in order to get the desired results. Especially when you’re torturing for information. Plus,” I grin, “it’s fun.”

Benjamin seems to absorb my words, but when I say the last part, he scoffs. I fight back the urge to push him. Soon enough, he’ll let the darkest parts of himself have more free rein. I don’t have time right now to coax it out of him, though.

When Jude returns with the pitcher of water, I nod to the test subject. “Go ahead and drench him.”

Still conscious, kind of, our toy shakes his head and tries to protest, but can’t quite get the words out, his brain too scrambled from the electric shocks.

Jude holds the pitcher over his body and tips it, letting the water spill down the length of him. Once finished, I motion for him. “Best to keep clear now, Agnellino. We don’t want you to accidentally get electrocuted. You too, Benjamin. Back up with the cart until you’re further away from the water on the floor.”

Once we’re all an acceptable distance away, I give Benjamin the signal to turn the machine on.

It’s a beautiful sight, with the lights flickering above us. We watch as our subject jolts on the table, the restraints the only thing holding him in place. The heart monitor goes crazy, alarms ringing out until finally…they stop. Benjamin quickly turns the machine off and the body continues to twitch, the current still running through it.

“Beautiful,” I say, before I grab Jude and kiss him deeply.

My cock is hard as pride swirls through me; both of them did well, and I want to reward them. Pulling away from Jude’s mouth, I ask, “What do you want, Agnellino?”

He sucks in a deep breath and says, “I want to watch you fuck him… And then I want you to suck me off.”

I groan. “You’re turning into a voyeur, Little Lamb.”

Jude kisses me, hard and deep. “Only because watching you is so much fun… I like seeing you take what you want.” He grabs me by the jacket and pulls me in, his pale green eyes watching me very carefully as he releases my suit and slides his hands down to mine. “I know who you belong to… Watching you claim someone else is…hot.” He places one of my hands over his growing erection. “Let me see… Make him scream loud enough for me to hear.”

“Fuck, Little Lamb. Are you trying to kill me?”

He smirks. “Not today.”

I huff out a laugh, kiss him one more time, and then turn to where Benjamin is standing, watching us with rapt attention, cheeks already flushed, and body practically pulsing with need.

Crossing over to him, I pull him to me, kissing him roughly. I enjoy the way his mouth gives, even as he tries to keep up with me, his tongue tangling with mine.

He clutches at me, shoving aside my jacket and gripping my shirt tight enough that I’m concerned about the potential rippage.

Pushing him against one of the tables around the perimeter of the room, I scramble to undo his shirt and pants. We strip off our gloves so we’re touching skin, and the feel of him lights me on fire. “Jude wants to hear you, Topolino. It’d be remiss to disappoint him, so make sure you scream loud enough for his hearing aids to pick it up.”

Benjamin shudders. “So sure of your skills?”

“I aim to please, and I always deliver…”

Shoving his pants down, I lift him and set him on the edge of the table. He kicks his shoes off and I pull his pants all the way down and off, shrugging out of my jacket next. I don’t bother undressing any further, or getting Benjamin out of any more of his clothes, I simply open my pants, pulling out my hard cock. This is going to be quick and dirty, something to tide us over while he goes back to smooth over the feathers at the Martellis’, proving we can keep our word and they had nothing to worry about.

Kissing him again, I moan at the taste and feel of him. The soft, vulnerable parts of him that are so easy to see, and hide the real strength of him.

“You’ve impressed me,” I tell him, slipping a hand between us and gripping his inner thigh, shoving it outwards as far as possible. “You deserve a reward for how well you’ve done.”

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