The Gimp

“Fuckkkkk,” James sighed and melted into the sling. Another mind bending orgasm, another ridiculous feat of edging and teasing that made the mandatory two weeks of chastity before the session worthwhile. Master Ben had been known in the community as someone strict, hardcore, and a ruthless edger, but from James’ perspective he had only seen the last of the three. When they had first started talking at a local kink event, Ben had come off as urbane, witty, maybe even a little goofy. Harmless, really. It was only when James had been strapped on a bondage table and subjected to two hours of sanity questioning polishing that Ben’s hardcore reputation seemed deserved. But after that they’d have something to drink, chill, and off James would go until the next time. This had been going on for a couple of years now, and James had become a bit of an evangelist for Master Ben. He talked up the sessions, and even pushed his friend Chris to try him out. He’d actually want to try a double scene with Chris sometime but their schedules hadn’t been lining up lately. Still, James couldn’t think of anyone better to have a session with than Master Ben.

As the high from the orgasm slowly petered off and Ben busied himself with cleaning up, James’ gaze idly focused on the unrelenting red light of the camera that had been trained on his cock during the entire scene. Apparently Master Ben had had a big fetish following online 10 years past, and once James was hooked he started noticing some old pics and vids of scenes that were obviously of Ben and other subs in a much less furnished playroom. Doing some late night research on various video sites only confirmed that Master Ben had plenty of experienced bringing people to the edge over and over again.  

“Hey Sir,” called James lazily as he continued to fixate on the camera.

“Yeah,” answered Master Ben distractedly.

“How come you don’t post your stuff online anymore? You obviously still enjoy recording the sessions. I wouldn’t mind if you shared it’s not like that camera has an angle on my face and I’m pretty sure no one is going to recognize me by the sounds I was just making,” joked James as his spent hard-on twitched slightly at the thought.

“Got what I wanted from it, I guess,” Ben answered after a moment.

“What was that?”

Master Ben chuckled, “well clearly not you. But I’m sure you were a good little boy and asked around before you put yourself in my hands right?”

“Of course.”

“Only good things, I hope.”

“Well,” James began, “a couple people might have said you were really hardcore, like, extreme.”

Master Ben turned around, his eyebrows arched slightly and slowly advanced on James’ still very bound form.

“Oh? How come that didn’t scare you away?”

“Well, uh,” James had to think of a better reason then that he had been fully thinking with his dick the first time they met up. “Well, I guess maybe I might interested in some of that stuff from time to time.”

“I was pretty thorough when I was first vetting you boy,” Master Ben’s hand was now ruffling James’ hair causing him to grin, “I seem to remember you being pretty clear that you aren’t interested in anything too crazy. No storage bondage, took you a couple months before I could use electro.”

“Yeah well, maybe I just take things slow.” James did not want Master Ben to think he was only into edging. Okay yes, that had been mostly what they had done. Fuck it was so good though! And Master Ben had never complained either! He was always enthusiastic to put the cage on James’ dick when they decided on a session date and had never once suggested anything past the limits James had set.

“Well, I’m perfectly happy expanding your horizons a little, boy. But that cock is going to have to stay locked more than two weeks for you to earn it,” Master Ben smirked and turned back to tidying.

“I could do that for you, you know.”

“I know. I just happen to prefer knowing you’re tied up and right where I want you instead!”

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Four weeks later James found himself whimpering and uselessly struggling on Master Ben’s bondage table. The segufix straps holding him in place seemed especially tight, as Master Ben had warned “you don’t want the milker to slip off!” and indeed the device rhythmically stroking his desperate cock had stayed in place for the last hour moving with the permission of the pressure sensor lodged in his hole. James expected insanity at any moment now. The combination of gentle sucking on his cock and the accuracy of the machine had doomed any attempt at him relieving the 28 days of escalating frustration. In his ears he could hear Master Ben’s soothing voice telling him to surrender and give in. It was a new addition, along with the seeming absence of Master Ben himself.

In all previous sessions Ben had been there, edging him, milking him, draining him, tying and then untying him. No gag, no blindfold, just James and Ben and some gear and rope. This time as James felt yet another orgasm denied (was this 30, 40?) he could see nothing, sense nothing, and only occasionally hear Ben’s reassuring voice which appeared to become audible only when he got closer to the edge. He found himself mostly drifting in the sensory deprivation with only the terrible aching arousal in his dick keeping him continuous company. He knew Ben was there the entire time, capturing and enjoying his moans and whimpers. He had certainly known he was doing a good job when the head rest tilted down and his mouth was quickly filled with Ben’s thick cock. It was the first time James had even been aware that Ben’s pants were off, and with the sudden distraction away from the milking machine James had automatically transferred his focus to showing Master his gratitude. He was sure that was something the files talked about and in that moment he could do nothing but agree.

But for the most part he had been left alone. Drifting, floating, then the edge, the denial, and back again to drifting. Whatever rhyme or reason there might be was fully lost on James now. He was a puddle – melted – and a helpless passenger for as long as his Master wanted. It felt good, right, and there was a small but increasingly vocal part of him that wanted it to continue forever.

Eventually, minutes, hours, who knew later, the machine was removed from his cock and Ben’s expert hands took over. He could hear Ben too now, telling him he was a good boy, a good puppy, that he had made Ben very very pleased. Closer, and closer, James could only moan his gratitude as pulse after pulse of his load coated the length of his chest.

Recovery was not short in coming. Speechless and dazed, Ben had removed the restraints and cleaned up his cum by the time he uttered his first words.

“Thank you Master…” half whispered James as reality returned to his consciousness.

“Oh very welcome, boy. Quite a good show tonight.”

Later, as he was picking up his discarded clothes off the floor, steady red light of the camera caught his gaze and curiosity again.

“Master?” he asked pulling his boxer briefs up over his recaged cock.

“Mmhm?”

“So like, what do you do with all the recordings we make?”

“Oh, the camera? That’s a live feed,”

“What? Like, it’s live for people to watch in real time?”

“In a manner of speaking, I guess. I don’t put it online, I let my gimp watch it.”

James was floored. What gimp? Master Ben had a gimp?

“So, you’ve got a gimp somewhere that you make watch all those orgasms you give me? Where is he, under the floor?” laughed James as he mocked looking for a secret hatch.

“You liked the stricter bondage right?” Master Ben deflected.

“Um, yeah. Thought you might have gotten that idea,” James said now fully dressed in his sweatpants and college sweatshirt.

“Well, the gimp doesn’t just like it, it needs it,” explained Ben. “Each session it begged for more, and more, and more, and I think it’s learned that I don’t take that as anything but a challenge. Here, let me show you…”

Going to the back of the playroom Master Ben unlatched what James had figured to be a black painted wardrobe and slid aside the door. It was deeper than James had anticipated, and contained numerous tubes and wires going to places further back. And in the center of the wardrobe, on a steel grey chair sat the gimp.

The gimp was in latex, a solid black, with nothing identifying him whatsoever. He wore a gas mask but the lenses were darkly tinted and even when James came up close for inspection he was unable to see anything of who the gimp was inside. Every point of his body, from his ankles, calves, chest, biceps, and neck was belted to the chair in a way that made James’ experience on the bondage table seem light in comparison. A padded frame around the chair kept the gimp facing forward towards a monitor 18 inches in front of the gas mask. No other movement of the gimp was visible besides a soft raising of his chest as he breathed, even as a fucking machine very slowly seemed to be penetrating the gimp’s hole between his stretched-out legs. Further investigation showed that the monitor had indeed been viewing the bondage table, confirming that the gimp had an excellent view of the evenings proceedings. Looking down to the gimp’s codpiece, a small lock icon registered that whatever pleasure James had was not reciprocated on the gimp. No noises, no reaction. Soft breathing and the low sounds of the fuck machine were all that James could hear.

“Wow.”

“Yeah.”

“Wow.”

“Mmhm,” agreed Master Ben.

“For how long?” asked James in wonder.

“9AM today. Had to get him in before I started work.”

“Really?” James checked his phone. “That’s 12 hours! Are you going to let him out? That’s crazy!”

“That would be deeply unfair to him, James. I promised him at least 15 and you and I have a movie to watch.”

“We’re watching Two Towers, Ben!”

“I did say at least,” Ben laughed and James couldn’t help doing the same.  

“Seriously, though. Wow.” James couldn’t help but imagine 15 hours of bondage. A fucking machine, watching someone like him strapped down and milked while he stayed denied and locked. He could feel his poor cock start to strain again.

“Can I ask him something, can he speak?” Asked James.

“Sure, just let me disable the electro otherwise he’d get a nasty shock if he tried to answer. He can’t speak or move without correction.”

“Wow” was all James could say, his mind reeling with what that could possibly feel like. 15 hours. Silent and still.

Master Ben had pulled out his phone and then told James to expect two grunts for a yes, or one grunt for a no.

“Hey. Um, so,” James started, suddenly not exactly sure what to ask, “this is something you like I guess?”

A pause, and then two grunts from the gimp.

“And you’re totally cool that we’re going to go upstairs and watch a movie and you’re going to be stuck down here being fucked?”

Another pause, another two grunts.

“Something you recommend?” James laughed, but he couldn’t quite ignore how hard he was getting in his cage so soon after what had been a crazy intense orgasm.

This time the two grunts were immediate and both Ben and James chuckled.

“Alright James. Let’s leave the poor gimp alone. Go get the popcorn ready, I’ve got some straps I have to tighten first and some files to load up for its own movie night,” joked Master Ben as he started to add a few more belts to the gimp’s severe bondage.

“Sure thing, Master!” beamed James. “Bye, bye, gimp!” and with that James went upstairs leaving Master Ben alone with his captive.

“You did such a good job, you probably think you deserve a reward,” commented Ben as he fine tuned the next electro program to pound the poor gimp’s prostate. Looking over the files, he knew he had to choose the one that alternated long stretches of intense pleasure with small bursts of pain. The gimp remained silent, knowing there was no reason to give an opinion. Gimps who spend days in bondage don’t deserve any anyway.

It took only a brief time for Master Ben to get the program running, and once more the monitor and headphones deprived the gimp’s senses and shut him off from the rest of reality in a haze of unstoppable porn.

“James didn’t need to know you’re actually on your third day in bondage, but I don’t even know if you know that either,” Ben said mostly to himself, confident that the gimp would have no conception of outside noises now. James certainly didn’t need to know that there had been no way for the gimp to have heard James’ questions anyway. His “answers” had simply been caused by Ben pressing a button on his phone once or twice to send a shock to the poor deafened gimp.

Preparations in place and knowing that delaying any longer might lead James to see what was taking him, Master Ben did one final check to make sure the movement sensors were activated causing a muffled squeal when the gimp was “corrected” for movement when Ben gave him a nudge.  

“Goodnight, Chris,” he said, satisfied, closing and latching the door.