Ludwig groans, struggling in the roughly tied bonds. His head pounds from the hangover he has; he still has a hard time believing that Feliciano would actually drug him like he obviously had. The beer had not even tasted different. One moment he had been drinking it and watching the Italian going on about something or another and the next he had felt himself slipping off the dinner table chair and seen a frightening smile stretching Feliciano's normally sweet and innocent face.
At the moment, Feliciano is standing over him, drinking from a glass of wine as he surveys his work. Ludwig's hands are tied tightly above his head in rough chains on the steel rack. His legs are lifted in a swing, tied up at the knees over the bar and his feet secured by leather straps to the sides of the contraption. The only thing holding Ludwig's body up is a series of leather straps and more of the rough chain, criss-crossing over his naked torso so that every motion that Ludwig makes rattles the chains and stretches the straps.
"Ve~" Feliciano says with a bright smile but no light in his eyes, "you're awake! How do you feel?"
Ludwig opens his mouth, speechless for a moment, before asking with panic seeping into his tone. "What...? Where...?" he manages, head still horribly muddled by the aftereffects of the drug.
Feliciano giggles and finishes his wine. He sets the empty glass down on a sturdy work table and picks up a long, cylindrical object with a rounded, bumpy end. Ludwig's eyes widen considerably as Feliciano rubs a big of a gelatin substance in a small bottle over the bumpy head.
"Don't worry, Ludwig! We are safe here," Feliciano smiles as he moves around so that he is between Ludwig's legs. "You don't need to be afraid of anyone hearing you scream."
Before Ludwig can protest, he feels the bumpy, wet head of the cylinder being pushed roughly inside of him. It is more the fear that makes he scream than the pain; Feliciano is giggling the entire time until the cylinder is completely inside of Ludwig's anal passage. Ludwig knows that he is shaking. The chains around him rattle in a chorus like hundreds of laughing voices.
"Ve~ Ludwig is so sensitive," Feliciano giggles, coming to stand over by Ludwig's head again and tracing his wet fingers (blood and gelatin mixed together) through Ludwig's hair. "But I know you like this, don't you, Ludwig? You big slut. Look at yourself: already starting to get hard."
And, indeed, Ludwig can feel his cock beginning to react the sensation of the cylinder pressing his bumpy head against his prostate, rubbing with every little motion Ludwig makes. The burning feeling of humiliation in his stomach makes his eyes burn and his lower abdomen fill steadily with more and more tension, which accentuates the source of humiliation.
"Why -?"
Feliciano slaps him in the mouth, hard. "Tsk. Speaking out of turn so soon. Ve~ I thought you knew better than that, mio tedesco."
He slaps Ludwig a few more times across the face for good measure. Each impact sent Ludwig swinging in the leather and chain, causing the metal to rough his skin and the cylinder inside of him to bump and rub across his prostate. Mock-sighing, Feliciano moves away from him and back to the work table, flicking Ludwig cock lightly in the half-mast head.
Feliciano considers the massive amount of contents on the work table before picking up a
Ludwig groans, struggling in the roughly tied bonds. His head pounds from the hangover he has; he still has a hard time believing that Feliciano would actually drug him like he obviously had. The beer had not even tasted different. One moment he had been drinking it and watching the Italian going on about something or another and the next he had felt himself slipping off the dinner table chair and seen a frightening smile stretching Feliciano's normally sweet and innocent face.
Mio Tedesco [1/4]
Ludwig groans, struggling in the roughly tied bonds. His head pounds from the hangover he has; he still has a hard time believing that Feliciano would actually drug him like he obviously had. The beer had not even tasted different. One moment he had been drinking it and watching the Italian going on about something or another and the next he had felt himself slipping off the dinner table chair and seen a frightening smile stretching Feliciano's normally sweet and innocent face.
At the moment, Feliciano is standing over him, drinking from a glass of wine as he surveys his work. Ludwig's hands are tied tightly above his head in rough chains on the steel rack. His legs are lifted in a swing, tied up at the knees over the bar and his feet secured by leather straps to the sides of the contraption. The only thing holding Ludwig's body up is a series of leather straps and more of the rough chain, criss-crossing over his naked torso so that every motion that Ludwig makes rattles the chains and stretches the straps.
"Ve~" Feliciano says with a bright smile but no light in his eyes, "you're awake! How do you feel?"
Ludwig opens his mouth, speechless for a moment, before asking with panic seeping into his tone. "What...? Where...?" he manages, head still horribly muddled by the aftereffects of the drug.
Feliciano giggles and finishes his wine. He sets the empty glass down on a sturdy work table and picks up a long, cylindrical object with a rounded, bumpy end. Ludwig's eyes widen considerably as Feliciano rubs a big of a gelatin substance in a small bottle over the bumpy head.
"Don't worry, Ludwig! We are safe here," Feliciano smiles as he moves around so that he is between Ludwig's legs. "You don't need to be afraid of anyone hearing you scream."
Before Ludwig can protest, he feels the bumpy, wet head of the cylinder being pushed roughly inside of him. It is more the fear that makes he scream than the pain; Feliciano is giggling the entire time until the cylinder is completely inside of Ludwig's anal passage. Ludwig knows that he is shaking. The chains around him rattle in a chorus like hundreds of laughing voices.
"Ve~ Ludwig is so sensitive," Feliciano giggles, coming to stand over by Ludwig's head again and tracing his wet fingers (blood and gelatin mixed together) through Ludwig's hair. "But I know you like this, don't you, Ludwig? You big slut. Look at yourself: already starting to get hard."
And, indeed, Ludwig can feel his cock beginning to react the sensation of the cylinder pressing his bumpy head against his prostate, rubbing with every little motion Ludwig makes. The burning feeling of humiliation in his stomach makes his eyes burn and his lower abdomen fill steadily with more and more tension, which accentuates the source of humiliation.
"Why -?"
Feliciano slaps him in the mouth, hard. "Tsk. Speaking out of turn so soon. Ve~ I thought you knew better than that, mio tedesco."
He slaps Ludwig a few more times across the face for good measure. Each impact sent Ludwig swinging in the leather and chain, causing the metal to rough his skin and the cylinder inside of him to bump and rub across his prostate. Mock-sighing, Feliciano moves away from him and back to the work table, flicking Ludwig cock lightly in the half-mast head.
Feliciano considers the massive amount of contents on the work table before picking up a
Ludwig groans, struggling in the roughly tied bonds. His head pounds from the hangover he has; he still has a hard time believing that Feliciano would actually drug him like he obviously had. The beer had not even tasted different. One moment he had been drinking it and watching the Italian going on about something or another and the next he had felt himself slipping off the dinner table chair and seen a frightening smile stretching Feliciano's normally sweet and innocent face.