CHAPTER 6

WARNING: MATURE CONTENTS : BDSM!

Directly in front of Rolph was a saint Andrew's cross and on it, the young, drugged up boy was hanging. He was completely out. His hands and legs were chained to the cross and a ball gag was belted to the slave collar on his neck which in turn was drawn tight and chained to the ankle chains on his legs. Forcing him to throw his head backward.  Apart from the jock strap that he was wearing, he was butt naked. Just the way Rolph loved it. 

His breathing was shallow and his skin was pale courtesy of whatever drug he was fed. 

The young boy of about 17 was slim and about 5:8 ft tall with good golden skin achieved through sunbathing. 

Rolph loves good skin.  

Beside Saint Andrew's cross was the Cross of the Christ. They were separated by about two feet. 

Hung on the cross were more chains, belts and body restraining gear. 

Tucked between the two crosses was a A-frame stand also housing more bdsm stuff. 

Beside the cross of Christ was a door and after the door was a wall lined up with bdsm tools. Gags, Bed restraint kits, Paddles in various bright colors, All sorts of cuffs, Nipple clamps on chained, Blindfolds  and more. 

In the very middle of the room that appears to be as big as the walk in closet, sat a black leather sex bench that looked super comfy with a detachable head rest. 

Looking at the entrance door, you will see a door body hanger and just by the door was a 5ft bed with the headboard against the wall. At the foot of the bed was an iron slave cage and inside the cage was the masked girl, blindfolded, handcuffed to her back and laying on her side. 

She was the one whimpering.

On the left side of the chandelier was a body hanger that looked like a leather swing with holes, attached to the ceiling. And on the right side of the chandelier was a set of iron chains, attached to the ceiling in a rectangular shape, cascading downward and almost reaching the floor.  

In the middle of these chains was a pole dance stand with a little stage. Its four edges stopped at exactly where the chains landed. And on the floor of the wooden stage were peg holes for hooking chains and restraints.

Then there was the wardrobe in the room. A large, two doors wardrobe, occupying a wall from edge to edge. It was a two door wardrobe with mirrors as the doors. 

With the way the sex bench, hangers, crosses and bed were positioned, you could watch yourself while having fun or otherwise. 

The room was like a torture dungeon and Rolph's must priced chamber. 

In every business place where Rolph oversees operations, there was a similar or even worse junkyard of sex toys and torture room at his service, depending on his mood and needs. 

Rolph stared at the boy and he didn't like that the boy was passed out. Even though he could hear the girl, he paid her no attention whatsoever. 

He walked up to the boy and slid his hands over the boy's body. He was too thin for Rolph's liking. He looked like a cute cat beaten by rain with his ribs poking out and his stomach being hollow and dense. 

Then there was his waist line with his pelvic bones jutting out as if he had no flesh under that fine skin. 

Seeing the bugle under the strap jock and the way the pant packed up his butt cheeks like a pair of boobs, Rolph figured there was something to look forward to. 

He stared at the boy for sometime wondering where to start from. His eyes caught the boy's nipples. They were pink and flat against his skin. Rolph spat onto his fingers and rubbed them together. He slowly took the nipples between his thumb and pointing finger and started rubbing them one after the other. 

The nipples came alive immediately. Becoming hard and taunted. But the boy was still not conscious of his body's reaction. 

Satisfied that at least the body was responsive, Rolph went to the wall by his right and unhooked an alligator nipple clamp. He fixed the clamp on the boy's nipples but still there was no response. 

He then walked to the mirror and pressed in a spot. The mirror slid into the wall, revealing a layered closet of drawers. The closet had like ten drawers. 

Rolph pushed a drawer and it slid outward. 

In the drawer were unidentified injection solutions in their sealed glass tubes. . 

He pushed another drawer and it slid open. In it were injection needle sets, cotton wools and disinfectants. This particular drawer was more of a first aid kit. 

Rolph took an injection set and tore it open. Then he took a tube and drew the content in it into the injection set. 

He walked over to the boy, tied a silicon rope around his elbow, turned his arm out and slapped the hollow of the elbow joint. A vein popped out. 

Rolph inserted the needle carefully and injected the boy.

He then dropped the used needle set into a dustbin by the sex bench. 

Waiting for the boy to wake up, Rolph took another swing at his bottle of wine. He then walked to the wall hanger and selected more tools which he layed out on the sex bench. 

By the time he was done laying out his tools for the night, the boy had started whimpering and struggling with his restraints. 

Rolph went behind the cross and released the neck hook and the sudden release brought both pain and relief to the boy who gasped sharply and started trying to massage his stiff neck by rotating it. 

"If you promise not to scream, I will release you and help you with that." Rolph said to the boy. 

The boy nodded and just like he promised, Rolph released the boy from the cross completely and gently laid him on the bed. 

"Don't move." He told the boy who was too weak and high to do anything other than lay down. 

"My name is Rolph. What is yours?" He asked the boy. 

"Ben. My name is Ben." He whimpered with some pain.

"Nice meeting you Ben." 

The boy nodded absentmindedly. 

"Ben, do you know why you are here?"

"No."

"From now on, when you reply to me, add 'Sir' to it. Okay?"

'Okay sir."

"Good boy." Rolph patted Ben on the head. 

"Ben you are here to be pleasured. Have you ever had sex before Ben?"

"No sir."

" Do you like boys or girls?"

"I like girls sir."

" Too bad Ben because today I am going to disvirgin your ass."

"I..I.." The boy sounded confused. He was still trying to figure out where he was and if it was a dream.

"Don't worry Ben. I will make sure you like it. Now stay still and do everything I want so we don't get on each other's nerves, Ben."

"Yes..sir.' Ben replied, scared of what was to come. (Edited)