"Tell you?" asks Sinjir. No, more like gasps Sinjir, because his voice has gotten all strained and breathy. "You mean you wouldn't rather me just drop to my knees?" His hands twitch toward Ba'al, a centimeter or two, before he stops them, and the pulse almost makes him buckle. Amazingly, the blood rushing to his cock in response to the pain just about equals the blood leaving it because of the pain. His erection really isn't flagging that much.
"Never have before. Something tells me --" and there is a real whimper, this time, and he's gasping on every breath, "that if anyone was first, you'd make it happen."
When training a loyalty officer, there is infliction of pain. There, in the halls of their private training facility, the instructors told them a few handy secrets about enduring torture. And they mostly involved letting go of dignity. Scream, curse, flail; all of this releases endorphins, and makes the pain easier to take.
Sinjir isn't doing that right now. He probably will, in a short while. But here he was asked to remain standing, and so he does. And he's not participating in this because he wants the pain to be easy to take.
It's an incredibly long time -- feels like about half an hour, though Sinjir guesstimates it at more like thirty seconds to a minute -- before Sinjir really shudders. "Please, Ba'al," spills out, without him even thinking about it. "I don't know how much longer--"
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Date: 2016-03-13 03:13 am (UTC)"Never have before. Something tells me --" and there is a real whimper, this time, and he's gasping on every breath, "that if anyone was first, you'd make it happen."
When training a loyalty officer, there is infliction of pain. There, in the halls of their private training facility, the instructors told them a few handy secrets about enduring torture. And they mostly involved letting go of dignity. Scream, curse, flail; all of this releases endorphins, and makes the pain easier to take.
Sinjir isn't doing that right now. He probably will, in a short while. But here he was asked to remain standing, and so he does. And he's not participating in this because he wants the pain to be easy to take.
It's an incredibly long time -- feels like about half an hour, though Sinjir guesstimates it at more like thirty seconds to a minute -- before Sinjir really shudders. "Please, Ba'al," spills out, without him even thinking about it. "I don't know how much longer--"