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Leland squirmed against the leather straps binding him down to the metal table by his arms, ankles, and neck. The metal table was cold against his naked frame and his body jolted at every continuous and sudden stimulation.
His sunglasses had been plucked off the second he was successfully strapped down; a blinding, white light radiated off the television screen angled before him. His eyes burned and squeezing them shut did little to stop the slew of colors projecting onto the back of his eyelids.
Drool seeped out from the sides of his mouth along the edges of the red ball gag that had been equipped too tightly; it pressed awkwardly against his teeth and tongue in a way that insistently triggered his gag reflex.
His muscles tensed against the leather straps holding him down; his legs failed to move against the tight straps. An uncomfortably large, vibrating anal plug had been shoved inside him. Leland hadn’t gotten a great look at the thing, but he saw it long enough to know it was supposed to be a tail; the faux fur occasionally brushed against his thighs. The mere idea was humiliating, but the feeling against Leland’s prostate made his cock twitch.
Dr. Easterman had thought the way the tail plug moved from the perpetual vibration was humorous; he had made some obnoxious comment about the tail wagging.
Easterman stood before Leland. The white glow of the television illuminated his silhouette like he was something holy; like this was his very own alter and Coyle had been nothing more than an offering. He twirled Leland’s electric prod between his hands; lithe fingers brushed across the wiring.
Leland made some gargled sound at Hendrick from behind the gag. He sauntered closer and Leland jutted forward to the best of his ability- accomplishing little more than knocking his throat against the leather strap and causing a stifled coughing sound.
Hendrick grazed the four sharp prongs of the prod along Coyle’s bare stomach. He pressed it down with enough force to bite into Leland’s skin; blood bubbled up across his stomach. “Shh, it’s alright, pup,” Hendrick cooed. Leland balled his hands into fists and Hendrick watched the veins on his forearms become more visible.
“All I wanted was a little bit of respect from my mutt,” Hendrick pushed the prongs in further; Leland’s skin gave way with a wet squelching sound that made blood spurt from the four jab wounds. “But apparently, your respect, your obedience to me was a bit too much to ask for,” Hendrick’s thumb grazed along the hilt of the prod, threatening to flick that little switch.
Leland mumbled something from beneath the gag and his hips bucked forward- just barely, but enough for Hendrick to notice. “What was that?” Hendrick teased as he titled the prod enough to make the prongs twist around and tear a bit more skin.
Then, with a small flick of that switch, Leland’s entire body tensed and seized as his own prod sent volts of electricity through his body via that open wound. His muscles spasmed and his entire body jolted forward, straining against those leather straps.
Blood dripped down the metal prongs and Coyle breathed heavily, a whine was muffled beneath the gag. Hendrick pushed the prod in further with a squishing sound.
Again- flick.
Leland’s eyes rolled back and his body pressed firmly against the cold table. Hendrick watched the burn blister on Leland’s stomach; his eyes darted lower, Leland’s cock dripped a filthy amount of precum. “Oh, which part is it that you’re liking?” Hendrick pulled the prod back and Leland sighed as it was removed from his stomach. “The restraints? The plug? The gag?” Hendrick trailed the prod lower down Leland’s stomach. “Or is it your favorite toy?” Hendrick’s gaze flicked over the burns that coated mostly the right side of Leland’s body- largely self inflicted- and the burns that were raised along the officer’s cock.
Leland’s cock throbbed between his legs and Hendrick moved the prod lower; he was so close to touching his cock with it, but instead he trailed back up to Leland’s lower stomach.
Flick.
Leland’s body convulsed and his hips desperately thrusted forward as he finished in response to the volts coursing through his body. Hendrick discarded the prod onto the floor. “You’re so desperate, puppy,” Hendrick placed a hand on Leland’s chest; his fingers danced between leathery burns and greying chest hair. “I didn’t even have to touch you properly,” Hendrick hummed.
Hendrick reached his hand up higher and unlatched the ball gag from Leland’s mouth. “Fuck you, goddamn sadistic bastard!” Leland barked as spit dribbled from his mouth. Coyle spit down at Easterman; he grimaced as the saliva landed on the lenses of his glasses.
Hendrick dropped the ball gag to the ground in favor of grabbing his glasses. “That was uncalled for,” Hendrick wiped his glasses on his jacket. Leland spit at him again; Hendrick brushed the saliva from his cheek with his sleeve and put his glasses back on. “Sorry, was that also uncalled for?” Leland snarled.
“Why can’t you just be a good boy for daddy?” Hendrick walked away from the table that held Leland in place; he vanished behind the blinding light of the television. Leland could hear small clicking sounds, and, suddenly, he was rotating.