The Mist and the Lightning. Part 11. Ви Корс
Nikto freed from the mask, a sincere fear was reflected and he began to whisper:
“No, no, please…”
But, of course, his pleas, like all the previous ones before, were completely in vain. And at first they mocked him for a long time, forcing him to walk along the water's edge on all fours. Nikto drove him back and forth like a dog by the chain in his nose, sometimes faster, sometimes slower. Then he blindfolded Arel with a leather bandage. And having allowed him to get up, he transferred him to the opposite bank of the creek. There they began to dip Arel into the water and fucked him in turns. While one fucked, the other kept the prince's head under the water, lowered. Several times the poor man choked, and Nikto rudely brought him to his senses, pressing on the chest with his knee. Arel vomited water and was in a semi-faint state. With threats, they forced him to try to hold his breath as long as possible. And if he began to sip water too quickly, earlier than needed, as they thought, they pulled him to the beach and kicked him a little, but perceptibly, rolling on the sand. They poked his face in the sand. Then, at last, they played enough, nearly drowning the poor prince four times. Returning to the grass, they sat down to eat. Nikto gave a piece of bread with cheese in Arel’s hand:
“Eat!”
He watched with satisfaction as Arel awkwardly held the sandwich with his hand in a wet leather glove, how he tried to eat, how helplessly he turned his head to the voice of Nikto. Blind, wet, submissive.
“Drink some wine too,” Nikto thrust a glass into his hands, “refresh yourself.”
He finally untied the tight bandage that held Arel's head and allowed him to open his eyes. Arel blinked often, squinting, his eyes were watering from the daylight. Nikto was clearly in a blissful mood:
“Tell me, slave, what do you want to ask? Ask!”
Arel in fright almost choked on a piece of bread and barely uttered:
“Can I please give a pee?”
Nikto, smiling, nodded and, holding out his hand, opened the faucet in Arel's chastity belt.
“Just step away, over there to the bushes. But so that I can see you! He and Lis watched as Arel was awkwardly trying to cope with a small need: so that urine from the small hole in his chastity belt didn’t flow down his legs, he had to squat down.
“He can't pee standing now, Nikto, what are you doing to him?” Lis laughed. Arel returned to them, sat down without looking up.
Nikto reached out and stroked his nose ring:
“Look at me!” He ordered.
Arel immediately looked up, frightened and resigned. Nikto looked at him, not looking up, intently, while continuing to play with the ring with his fingers, then sipping it from side to side, then clicking on it:
“I allow you to cum!” Nikto suddenly said very clearly.
And Arel began to thrash, tremble, Nikto continued to firmly hold him by the ring hanging from his nose, forcing Arel slightly lifting his head up, wriggle, writhe in his hands, making whining, completely inhuman sounds. White liquid spurted from the hole in the chastity belt.
“I've never seen anything more disgusting!” Lis said, turning away.
And when Arel's body finally stopped contracting convulsively, Nikto let go of the ring, and Arel immediately fell on its side. With his gloved hands, he began to scratch the metal chastity belt, as if trying to rip it off, not realizing that this was a pointless attempt. Nikto watched as Arel, in a hopeless fit, tried to tear off his belt and leather straps, digging into the body.
“In the morning I'll give you to Ver,” he said, “it's time to heal you.”
Nikto pulled Arel to him and turned off the tap. Arel howled in frustration and pain. Nikto fastened the chain to the nose ring and pulled on it again.
“Calm down, calm down,” he ordered, “if you try to take something off, rip off or at least weaken, I will cut off your fucking hands! All the same, they are unnecessary to you.” Arel looked at him with such indescribable horror that Nikto laughed. “Calm down, I'm kidding, it amuses me how you scratch yourself and you still can't do anything. Are the straps too tight? Everything hurts, right? Ver will heal you. Because things still need to be done here!” He nodded at Lis. “There, he’s sitting, worried. So I'll release you soon.”
Arel leaned towards Nikto, trying to kiss his hands.
“Stop it already!” Lis couldn’t stand it.
“Stop standing over me like a brood hen and clucking,” Nikto said to Lis.
“We will not have time to do anything!”
“We will have time for everything.”
Towards evening, they returned to the Estate and continued.
“I'm tired, please,” Arel barely whispered, and his tear-filled eyes glittered.
“I'll let you rest, but later. I said in the morning,” Nikto answered.
“Why are you even letting him open his mouth for nothing,” said Lis. “Come on, fasten his tongue, and let him hum.” Lis grinned and snapped hard on the metal ring sticking out in the corner of Arel's lips. He twitched, clinking chains, shrank:
“Please give me a little rest! Get these rings out of my mouth, please, at least for a little while!”
“They are small,” Nikto was sincerely surprised, “how can they bother you? What, Lis, do you like the way he whines?”
“I like it,” agreed Lis, “let him whine, as you say, let him plead.”
Arel closed his eyes. Nikto unhooked his hands from the headboard, and Arel awkwardly covered his mouth with numb hands.
“Yes, you're right,” Lis smiled, “he twitches funny. I didn't think he would beg after what you did to him.”
“He doesn’t remember much and is really tired,” Nikto explained, “and he begs from time to time, I like it. I allow him to do it sometimes. Now I keep him in chains for a long time and rarely let him cum. He can get relief now only after I give permission and utter the necessary words. He was exhausted.”
Lis looked at Arel's solid steel chastity belt.
“When was the last time he touched his cock?”
“It doesn't matter now,” Nikto shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. His cock no longer belongs to him. He no longer has a cock.”
“Arel, do you feel this tube that Nikto put into your cock?”
Arel raised his bright brown eyes, outlined in black tattoo, at him.
“Yes, get it out, at least for a while! Get some rest! Nik, get it out, please! It’s tearing me apart!”
“He asks to get everything out today,” said Lis.
Nikto again fixed Arel's hands, lifting them strongly up and twisting them a little. Now, any movement caused Arel pain in the twisted joints.
“Please, stop!”
“Calm down!” Lis shouted at him. “Be patient, since he himself wanted it! All of us were in chains for some periods of our lives.”
“Arel, on the whole, withstands movement restrictions very well,” said Nikto. “I’ll weaken you in the morning, maybe not for long. Now, slave, don't even hope! But you can still beg! I love listening to your pleas. The way I bind you, and you pray for the relaxation of trials. Pray to me, Arel, as to your gods, and maybe I will be more merciful. Or maybe I'll make it even more painful so that your current position seems to you happiness. And you begged for it back to you. I can do better, or I can do even worse!”
“You are my God! You are my God!” Arel whispered, crucified on the bed. “I beg you, give me a little rest! Let me breathe a little free.”
“I'll let you rest tomorrow morning! And now you will stay tied up and keep whining how it hurts! Even kids prefer toys that squeak.”
Lis laughed.
“And