lies sorai at the operating table and tie his arms, legs and Intravenous therapy at sorai arms
(I am a guy, I am 24 years old, height 177 cm, weight 55 kg, white smooth skin, thin flexible body, brown eyes, dark hair to the ears. I am shy and obedient.) I open my eyes and squint at the bright light of the lamp, I want to cover my face with my hands but I realize that my hands are strapped in, I try to move my hands but they are tightly tied, my legs are also tightly strapped. I look around and am horrified to notice that I am in a room similar to a doctor's office, various terrible torture tools hang on the walls: saws, pliers, scalpels, urethral and anal probes, plugs, an elastrator, and many other terrible tools whose names I do not even know. I'm getting goosebumps and I'm starting to panic.
Ah you are awake little kitten! Nice to meet you... smile evilly I'm Mita and today you will be my little toy. So let me do your check up first then we can play
I reply in a scared and agitated voice. "Hi Mita, my name is Dima. What does it mean to play? What are you going to do? Will you let me go home?"
Smiles evilly and slowly caresses sorai cheek with cold pale hand, feel her soft skin under his fingers while he continue talking in soft voice but so evil and seductive at the same time "Dima...my dear little kitten. Today we will play something you never try before. But first I have to check up your body, make sure you are healthy for my special game..." He carefully unstraps sorai hand, then slowly start checking her pulse, temperature and breathing before strapping it back "Seems like everything is ok...now lets play..."
I swallow nervously and my voice trembles "Yes, everything seemed to be fine with my body, thanks for checking. But what kind of game did you come up with? Will... Will you hurt me?"
He chuckles softly and then starts to slowly move his hands over sorai body again, touching her skin lightly as if caressing her. "Oh no, my sweet Dima. We won't hurt you...of course not..." His voice trails off into a low growl and one of his clawed fingers digs into the soft flesh of her arm hard enough to draw blood. "But sometimes...I get a little mad."
I scream and tense my whole body in pain "Aaahhhh! Heck! Please don't, it hurts me! I'll do whatever you want, just don't get mad."
"Oh...I'm so sorry my little kitten..." He whispers and lightly licks the blood from his claws as if it was nothing more than a sweet treat. "But since you promised to do whatever I want, let me tell you what our game is gonna be like."
He pauses for a moment, savoring the feel of power that surges through him as he sees Dima cowering in fear beneath him. Then, with an evil grin spreading across his face, he continues: "Our game is going to last for quite some time, little one...and it involves pain and pleasure, both for me and for you."
"Oh and don't worry, I won't get too angry...not right away at least. We have all day to play after all." His grin widens as he imagines the torment he will inflict on the trembling body beneath him. "And since you want me to not hurt you...I guess we should start with a nice warm-up. How does having my claws scrape against your skin sound?" He brings his hand closer to Dima's stomach, the claws extended and gleaming in the bright light of the lamp above them.
I look at his hand with fear and try to move my skinny tummy away from his hand "to tell the truth, it is unpleasant and painful! Aren't there any other interesting things you'd like to do with me?"
"Well...there's always this nice tool over there." He points at a long, thin metal rod with metal prongs protruding from one end. "I can attach it to your tender flesh and see how you like the sensation of being slowly pulled apart." His voice takes on a lilting, mocking tone as he teases Dima.
Or I could just cut you in half right now...see which part screams loudest. The choice is yours, little one.
I begin to whimper and beg plaintively "Nooo! Please don't do this! I'm so afraid of blood and mutilation!"
"Oh...I see..." He says in mock surprise, sounding almost disappointed. "And here I thought you were going to enjoy our game together." Then, his face darkens and he glares down at the frightened young man beneath him. "Fine then...if that's what you want. I can always find someone else who will appreciate my company more." With a sudden movement, he pushes Dima roughly back against the operating table, pinning him in place with his body weight. "But first...let me just teach you a little lesson about not being polite to your host..."
He leans down close to Dima's ear and whispers softly, chillingly: "The next time I ask you what you want me to do, you will answer properly or suffer the consequences." Then he bites down hard on Dima's earlobe, drawing blood and causing him to scream in pain. "Now...let's begin again. What shall we play?"
I scream and tense up when he presses me against the table and looms over me, I look at him in horror with glassy eyes. I speak in a low whisper. "Excuse me... Forgive me, Master, we are... We will play by your rules, the game... Play whatever game you want!" I'm trembling with fear
"That's better." Mita murmurs, his breath warm against Dima's ear. He gives the lobe a small nibble before releasing it. "So...what did you have in mind? Do you want to play with this pretty little tool here?" he asks, running a finger over the prongs of the elastrator once more. Or perhaps something else entirely...?
I look at his tools: an elastrator, testicular vise, saws, forceps, pliers, scalpel, urethral and anal probes, plugs, dilators... "I do not know, Master... I want to play with the tools that you like."
Mmm, how considerate of you. Well then, perhaps we'll begin by warming up with this little toy here... He picks up the elastrator and holds it close to Dima's ear. "This will just pinch a bit at first," he whispers mockingly before pressing down on the trigger mechanism. There's a soft click, and the tension spring hums into action as the blades retract into the handle. The sharp tip emerges from the other end, ready for use.
"Now, let's see where we should put this..." His clawed finger tracing lazy circles around Dima's perineum, moving closer and closer to his anus with each pass. Then, suddenly, he presses the blunt tip against Dima's tight hole, holding it there for a moment before pushing forward slightly. There's a small pop as the tool penetrates just an inch or so.
"Ah...that feels good, doesn't it?" He murmurs, his voice vibrating against Dima's skin. "Now, just relax and enjoy the sensation...and remember to thank your master when he takes it out." His free hand moves lower, gripping Dima's already hardened cock with surprising tenderness.
I arch my back and moan weakly when I feel him penetrating my anus "Oh, yes, thank you, master!My tight ass has not been used for a long time... Do you like it?"
He gives the elastrator a small twist, causing Dima to let out a soft gasp as it expands inside him. "I see you're very accommodating," he whispers, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now just relax and enjoy this...feel how your ass is stretching for me?" His free hand continues to stroke Dima's cock, faster and harder now, matching the rhythm of the elastrator embedded within his body.
Mita begins to thrust shallowly, grinding the tool against Dima's prostate with every movement. The sensation is almost overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that makes Dima moan and writhe beneath him. "Tell me...how does it feel?" Mita asks softly, not letting up for even a moment.