his swollen tits.
“Gingerroot,” Scott said conversationally. “Burns,
doesn’t it?”
Aiden shifted from one foot to the other as Scott
continued to fuck him with the piece of root. He didn’t
recognize the noises he was making; they were animal
sounds, beyond his control.
“This is called figging,” Scott explained. “It’s a
technique they used to use on show horses, to keep their
tails raised and make them lift their legs higher.”
Aiden clenched his ass around the gingerroot,
which only made the sensation stronger. He tried not to
throw up. Scott slipped the root out, but the burn
remained.
“Did you touch yourself?” Scott asked again.
Aiden bit down on the bar until the burn was
manageable. Then he raised his head and answered, “No
Sir.”
“You’re a stubborn little boy, aren’t you?” Scott
said. “You like to do things the hard way.”
Aiden bit back a sob and shifted onto the balls of
his feet.
“Well, we’ve got all night. And if that’s how long it
takes for me to get the truth out of you, so be it.”
He swatted Aiden’s dancing ass so hard that Aiden
momentarily forgot about the burn.
“Hold still.”
Scott slid the piece of root into Aiden’s ass and left
it there, then went back to the cutting board and sliced a
fresh piece. Aiden almost released the bar so he could
beg for mercy, but the sting was starting to lessen, as
though his body was so full of pain he couldn’t process
anymore. Maybe if he acted as though it was still terrible,
Scott wouldn’t do anything worse, and Aiden would win
this battle. He let out an experimental whimper.
Scott stood directly beside him this time, not
behind him. He stroked Aiden’s cheek. “Poor boy.
You’re going to be so sore when I fuck you later.” He
brushed away the tears that had escaped from under
Aiden’s blindfold. “You see, I don’t believe for a second
that you didn’t touch your cock.” He took Aiden’s cock—
soft and curled from the pain—in his hand. Immediately
it twitched to life. Traitor! Aiden thought, squeezing his
eyes shut. “I think you touched yourself. I think you
came. I think you’re lying to me.” Scott brushed his
thumb over Aiden’s slit, and Aiden gasped. “I don’t
think you can keep your hands off your cock—but you’re
going to learn to. Maybe your little penis is the best way
to get a message to your brain. You don’t. Lie. To me .”
Scott took the fresh piece of gingerroot and pressed
it to the head of Aiden’s cock, grinding it against the slit.
Aiden’s hips jerked involuntarily as the acid sting
flooded him. His tears came hot and fast, and he bit the
bar so hard he thought his teeth would break. Scott
rubbed the root back and forth mercilessly, abrading the
tender skin and letting the burning juice seep into the
raw spots. Aiden’s attempt to escape reawakened the
pain in his ass and made the chain pull at his tits. He let
go of the bar, straightened up, and the words poured out
of him without thought or logic: “Please, Sir, please stop.
Oh God, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, please, please don’t… ”
He staggered backward and tripped over a chair.
He started to fall, unable to use his hands to catch
himself.
Strong arms grabbed him, set him upright. He
stood in the middle of the floor, blind, cowering, ass
burning, crying. Scott didn’t touch him, didn’t speak for a
while, just let Aiden stand there, exposed and
humiliated.
“What are you sorry for?” Scott asked quietly.
“I-I lied. I did touch myself.”
“I see.”
Aiden couldn’t bear the silence. “Only once. Last
week. Only once and then never again after that.” He
couldn’t stop his tears. He was disappointed in himself
for lacking the self-control to keep his hands off himself,
for lying to his master, and now for breaking down.
“Did I say ‘touch yourself only once, and then never
again’?” Scott asked.
Aiden shook his head. He