"No, Eliot. You're mine now. Mine completely to finish. When we're done here, you'll come to live with me, in the Master's chamber. I'm allowed to sleep on the bed now, so you'll have my crate. It'll be more roomy for you than it ever was for me."
He said it calmly, as he set the briefcase down beside the bed, opening it wide so that Eliot could see. There were brutal looking rubberized sex toys, as well as slender silver instruments, some with ratchet gears, others more phallic in shape. There was - unusually, considering it was Hell - a tube of lubricant, but it was a cockring, a short length of chain and a pair of shackles that Sam took out first.
The cock ring he attached, tightening it matter of factly as though he'd done it a thousand times before, before Sam attached the clip at the end of the chain to the base of it. Then, with the aid of his telekinesis, he flipped Eliot over, shackling his wrists before attaching the other end of the chain to them.
The pressure came off. With augmented strength and a grip at the back of his neck, Sam pulled Eliot up to his knees, his arms behind his back, wrists chained to his cock under his body. He'd have to splay his legs to even stay comfortable, and getting up wasn't an option. The position Sam had put him in, Eliot could look straight down into the items in the briefcase.
"Nobody's going to torture you except for me. Nobody's going to have you except for me...maybe Lucifer. But if I succeed? If I succeed, I can make it stop. That's all I want. You're my ticket out, Eliot."
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He said it calmly, as he set the briefcase down beside the bed, opening it wide so that Eliot could see. There were brutal looking rubberized sex toys, as well as slender silver instruments, some with ratchet gears, others more phallic in shape. There was - unusually, considering it was Hell - a tube of lubricant, but it was a cockring, a short length of chain and a pair of shackles that Sam took out first.
The cock ring he attached, tightening it matter of factly as though he'd done it a thousand times before, before Sam attached the clip at the end of the chain to the base of it. Then, with the aid of his telekinesis, he flipped Eliot over, shackling his wrists before attaching the other end of the chain to them.
The pressure came off. With augmented strength and a grip at the back of his neck, Sam pulled Eliot up to his knees, his arms behind his back, wrists chained to his cock under his body. He'd have to splay his legs to even stay comfortable, and getting up wasn't an option. The position Sam had put him in, Eliot could look straight down into the items in the briefcase.
"Nobody's going to torture you except for me. Nobody's going to have you except for me...maybe Lucifer. But if I succeed? If I succeed, I can make it stop. That's all I want. You're my ticket out, Eliot."