@terranalexander:

Terran sobbed brokenly, shaking his head at the suggestion of staying there one more day. He didn’t fight as the rubber ball passed his lips, muffling him once again. The hook’s movement drew another long whine out of him, and he visibly drooped when Axel stepped away and left the room. His hands were already cold and numb – they were likely to be damaged within a day or two, so there was little point in trying to hold himself up.

Blindfolded, he had no way of tracking time, and he whined and whimpered without conscious intent. It was something to fill the silence, and he was sure he was starting to hear things that weren’t there. He was hungry and dehydrated and miserable. Rest was fitful at best, in spite of his exhaustion, and he felt himself withdraw. 

Axel smirked as he made it sound like he left the room, he moved over the floor silently and sat in a chair behind him, he watched as his body twitched and spasmed against the ropes. He leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees as he listened to every sound the teen made, each one more pleasurable to his ears than the last. 

Axel moved off the chair and over to him, making sure not to touch him or give a way that he was in the room as he listened to his heart beat. There was no way he would actually leave him there for a few more days as he knew the damage it would do to his arms and hands. 

He was curious to how long the human body could hold out being left like this, he smirked and tugged on the rope a little bit before moving away again, and this time grabbing vibrator and turning it onto a low speed before placing it against the hook, the vibrations going through the hook to Terran’s prostate.