Page 15 of Bound by the Mad Scientist

The waves came faster. The pleasure took a new route, centering on my pelvis. With the increased speed, blood surged into my dick.

I moaned, then moaned again. Finally, I could say, “Kel, I think I’m getting hard.”

“I can see that.”

“Why—fuuuuck—why am I getting hard?”

“I don’t really know. But it still feels good?”

“Yes, it feels fantastic!”

“Then… great. No need to worry.”

I stopped straining to see him. There was nothing left but the mounting pleasure. The tingle increasingly centered on my dick, feeling like a hundred blow jobs mixed into one. A thousand! But there was no release. The more it surged, the harder I got, the more I needed relief. I was on the edge of orgasm, but not able to reach it.

My cock pulsed and throbbed in a sensation so intense it ached. Over and over in what were becoming painful mock orgasms. Then it was pain. As if my dick was getting harder than it could. Extending past the natural limit of what I was capable of.

“Kel, stop it. I can’t take it anymore.”

His voice was strained. “I’m sorry, Adrian. If we stop the procedure midway, the effects could… There would be blood clots. You could stroke out, or even die.” I couldn’t remember him ever sounding nervous, and that was the worst time to hear it.

“Kel, I… fuck, man. I need to come, but I can’t. I feel like I’m gonna explode. Please just unplug me, man. Please.”

“Then come.” He petted my leg over and over, sending more waves of indescribable pleasure up my body where he touched me. “Why are you fighting it?”

“No, I’m not! Trust me, I’m not!”

“You must be holding back, Adrian. Just let go. What are you scared of?”

Was I holding back? I was naked, strapped to a table, and so hard it hurt. I needed to shoot my fucking load and feel that release. I wasn’t holding anything back, my dick was!

But I was, wasn’t I? I enjoyed Kel’s blow job more than I ever had with anyone else. I never ventured into bi porn, but I’d been tempted. I never peeked at my buddies in the locker room, but I did check guys out. All the fucking time.

Maybe I did like guys. Or at least, I liked Kelvin. I was the one who sparked up a conversation with him after class. Then asked if he ever wanted to hang out. I agonized over the perfect costume to show off my body without a single fucking thought as to why, or for who. I liked Kel. More than a friend. More than someone to get a blow job from. More than anyone I’d ever met or been around in my whole life.

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT!”

My cock exploded in a torrent of cum. “FUCK FUCK FUCK,” I shouted and groaned as I soaked myself. Rope after rope of hot jizz splattered all over me, the floor, the bed, the goddamn ceiling, for all I knew.

I entered another plane of existence. One made of the purest, most unadulterated pleasure. I ceased to exist, yet persisted. It reorganized how I viewed myself, my world, my place in it, and everyone else’s.

Chapter Eight

I came to seconds or minutes later. I had no idea how long I was out. The things all over me were gone, but my semen was still hot on my skin. My entire body tingled with this pleasurable, warm glow. Even the scratchy sheet under my ass felt nice.

“Adrian? Adrian? Are you okay?”

The bed was closed and flat again, and Kel was over me. Little lines formed around his eyes, and his pupils blew wide as he scanned my face back and forth.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Better than okay. That felt… I don’t have words, man. I can still feel it. Like this happy tingle all over my body.”

Gosh, he really was so handsome. The way his strong brow matched his sharp jaw. Or how the little muscles in his face contorted as he kept searching mine. I’d never seen Kel in so much detail— “HOLY SHIT!”

Kel jumped back. “What? What happened? Are you okay?”

All I could see was the ceiling with my head still strapped down. The last time I saw it, it had been a whitish-gray blur, but it was clearly drop-ceiling tiles.

“It worked, dude, it worked! I can see!”