Sex in C Major
Chapter 62

Yannis had gone to the end of the garden. It wasn't particularly large or long, merely a small patio by the back door and a patch of grass before a large wooden shed, and all surrounded by a high fence. It was overlooked by the houses on either side, and backed onto another garden joined to another row of terraced houses beyond.

Feeling suddenly very exposed, Stefan wrapped his arms around his chest, and tried to cover himself a little.

Metal popped. The shed door creaked as Yannis opened it, and he beckoned impatiently. Stefan crossed quickly to it, his bare feet squishing in the mud under wet grass. Inside, the shed was surprisingly warm, the walls padded with thick insulating fibre. It was around the same size as the bathroom in the house, though bare except for a backless bench in the middle of the floor, the type used to lift weights from at gyms, and a shelf running around all the walls at head-height, stacked with equipment and tools. A bare bulb hung from the ceiling, bright and gaudy.

Yannis closed the door.

"Get on the bench, and lie down on your back."

It felt awkward and exposed. The bench was short, barely long enough for Stefan to rest his head and arse on it at the same time. It was narrow, too, only wide enough for his back; his arms hung off both sides, and he felt off-balance and disoriented. The legs, though, were wide-the bench was screwed to two blocks that extended out either side of it, under Stefan's shoulders and knees, but they were too far for him to use them to rest on. He wriggled, uncomfortable, and tried to relax.

"There's no safewords," Yannis reminded him, getting boxes down from the shelf. "The minute I tie you to that bench, that's it. You don't leave it until I've gathered the data I need."

Stefan licked his lips. His throat felt dry.

And his cunt wet. His dick eager.

"Okay."

Metal rattled. Chains. Stefan flinched when the links slid over his neck. It was pulled tight, digging into his skin, and he found himself lying very still to avoid choking himself. The snap of a padlock was frightening.

"Yannis-"

A strap was pushed between his teeth, driven down hard so that it stretched his mouth wide and painful. His head was pressed down into the bench, and he felt the strap jerk and tug as it was tied around the bench as well. He whimpered, only to have electrical tape layered over his lips to muffle the sound. The tape was pressed over his eyes as well, and then a cloth over the top and tied again around the bench.

Stefan raked in a deep breath through his nose, and began to shiver in the new darkness.

Daz would talk to him. Threaten him. But Yannis said nothing as he worked, as Stefan's legs were chained equally tightly to the bench support, stretching his knees wide and leaving him exposed. When he tried to lift his thighs to drag his lower legs free, they, too, were chained down, until his legs ached from the pressure.

If he thrashed, it would hurt.

If he thrashed, he'd choke.

As another chain was slung over his lower ribs and secured to the bench with the same suffocating tightness, Stefan began to get the idea. Whatever Yannis' experiment was, it required immobility.

Something was secured around his wrist. It felt like a watch strap. His hands were laid on his stomach, and then a chain wound around his upper arms and breasts, pulling them tight together, and was once again secure to the bench.

But looser.

He shifted, and could move his arms. Could touch his stomach and thighs. He tried to work his fingers under the chain over his belly, but it was too tight, and pinched at his skin. He gave up, and tried to relax.

Waiting.

For-

Nothing happened. He could hear Yannis breathing. Sense his presence in the shed. But nothing happened. He didn't say anything. Didn't touch. Was he filming? Stefan could hear the very faint whirr or beat of some kind of electrical equipment.

What was he going to do with it? Why had he done all of this if he wasn't going to do anything? What was his experiment supposed to be? Or was it not an experiment at all had he gotten Stefan out of the way, and he'd keep him here until Daz came back? Or-

Something beeped.

"Good," Yannis said. "That's a baseline. Masturbate."

Stefan twitched. He wanted to ask. Wanted to-

"I said, masturbate. Do it."

Stefan's fingers closed around his cock before Yannis had even finished speaking, but Stefan felt another heat rush to his face. He was chained down and his knees spread. And just...just jerking it in front of Yannis. Just like that. Yannis would be staring at him, all-all cold and collected. His voice had been. And Stefan suddenly felt humiliated and horny all at once, just-just jacking it in this silence, under the scrutiny of his owner's boyfriend, just because he'd been told to.