Pushed Over the Edge

Judah loathed Steele, but still didn't try pulling away, afraid Steele would hurt him worse. His eyes closed as Steele fucked his mouth faster.

When Steele tired of the gagging noises coming from Judah, he buried himself down Judah's throat. He groaned as he began to cum, not letting him pull away until he was finished. Satisfied, Steele smirked at Judah. "I guess that was alright for your first time."

Judah glared up at Steele. "Go fuck yourself," he gasped out, a bit of Steele's cum trailing down the corner of his mouth.

Steele stared at Judah, more surprised than anything at the boy's blatant disrespect. "Is there something you need to say?" He asked, moving to sit up, his voice sickenly sweet. His eyes were narrowed, ready to pounce.

Judah was being a brat again. "Leave me the hell alone. Better yet, go to hell yourself," he spat out, getting up from the bed.

Steele fixed himself, putting his cock back into his pants before he stood. He smirked, turning to Judah. Leaning forward, he grinned. "Run!" He yelled, ready to play cat and mouse

Judah glared at Steele. Was he going to take the bait? He was still a bit unsteady on his legs. "I'm not playing your stupid game."

Steele's grin only widened when Judah bit back at him. "Tsk, tsk. You just never learn..." He trailed off, turning his back to reach into the dresser behind him. He produced a pair of handcuffs, a blindfold, and a few others that he carefully his from Judah. "The longer you make me wait, the more painful this is going to be for you," he warned, turning back to Judah.

Judah's eyes widened in fear. He turned to run then, moving as fast as he could. He tried to find a place to hide from Steele in.

Steele's face let up the moment Judah turned to run. He stood for a good five seconds before running after him, calling Judah's game. He wasted a minute or so before finding Judah - whistling the closer he got. "Boy, come out, come out wherever you are."

Judah trembled, staying put in his hiding place. But he knew Steele was going to find him anyway.

Steele came to a stop in front of the large bathroom closet. He gave a light knock, laughing when he heard something knock over behind the door. He yanked it open, "that wasn't very hard, boy. You'll have to try harder next time," he purred, reaching for Judah, dragging him out by his hair.

Judah cried out when Steele dragged him out by his hair. "L-let go," he pleaded, whimpering as he was dragged back toward the bedroom.

Steele wasted no time in dragging Judah back to the bedroom where he cuffed Judah to the bed. He grabbed the blindfold, pulling it over Judah's eyes. "Remember this is for your own good," he purred as he began to stroke Judah's length

Judah let out a soft cry when he was handcuffed to the bed. He trembled, unable to see what Steele was doing, and that scared him. He let out an involuntary moan, though, when his length was stroked.

Steele left Judah be, grabbing the items he'd purposely hid from Judah. He turned the cattle prod, smirking at the spark as it came to life. "What do you think will hurt worse? Whipping or getting shocked?" He asked, ticking the prod so that it wouldn't shock Judah as he ran the prongs down his chest

Judah stifled his sobs. "P-please don't," he begged, trembling as Steele ran the prongs down his chest.

"P-please don't," Steeled mocked, laughing at Judah's fear. He gripped the cattle prod, finally pressing it into Judah's side. "I'm thinking of a number. Its anywhere between 1-100! If you guess too low, I'll add that number to how many times I whip you. If you guess higher than what I'm thinking, I'll only whip you the number I'm thinking. How brave are you feeling, boy?"

Judah trembled in fear, yelping when the cattle prod pressed into his side. He shivered, thinking of numbers. "55," he mumbled, fighting against the handcuffs.

Steele laughed, not bothering to tell him whether he'd guessed well or not. He pressed the prod into Judah's side again, before turning his gaze to anthem younger man's mouth. "Stick your tongue out."