Chapter 134: The bottom experiment -3

Riven set a timer on his phone and placed it on the coffee table where he could see it.

"New rule," he said. "I will time everything. How long you stay hard while I hurt you. How long it takes before your legs starts shaking. How long you can keep quiet. I will write it down after. That’s the whole point."

Torren nodded once, still standing with his hands cuffed behind his back, jeans shoved down, his cock dark and marked from the flogger.

Riven locked the clamps back onto Torren’s balls. The spring was tighter this time. This made Torren’s jaw to flex, but he stayed quiet. Then Riven started the timer.

He picked up the thin flogger again and went back to work on Torren’s cock. Short, sharp snaps across the shaft.

Then across the head. Then lower, letting the tails sting the clamped skin. Every thirty seconds he glanced at the phone.

One minute.

Torren’s cock stayed hard, twitching with each hit, a steady drip of precum running down the underside.

Two minutes.

The skin on the shaft was striped red. Torren’s breathing had gone shallow. His thighs were starting to tremble.

Riven paused the flogger and squeezed both clamps at once. Torren’s whole body jerked. A low sound tore out of his throat before he locked it down again.

"Three minutes," Riven said, watching the timer. "And you are still hard. Good."

He kept going. Flogger on the cock. Hard squeezes on the clamped balls. Occasional open-handed slaps to the already red ass cheeks just to keep Torren’s attention split.

At four minutes and twenty seconds Torren’s knees dipped for half a second before he locked them straight again.

Riven stopped the timer.

"Four minutes twenty," he said out loud, like he was dictating notes. "Cock still fully hard. Legs starting to shake. Voice breaking on the harder hits. Balls extremely sensitive after the clamps."

He removed the clamps. Torren exhaled hard through his nose as the blood rushed back. His cock bobbed, the head almost purple now.

Riven pointed at the floor. "On your Knees."

Torren Knelt down. Riven walked to the desk in the corner, grabbed a small notebook and pen, and came back.

He sat on the edge of the couch, notebook open on his thigh, and wrote in quick, clear lines while Torren knelt in front of him, still hard, still marked, still breathing rough.

*CBT session one – endurance notes

*Clamps on balls + light cock flogging

*Stayed fully hard: 4 min 20 sec

*First visible leg tremor: ~3 min 40 sec

*First broken sound: when both clamps squeezed at once

*Ass reddens fast under paddle. Good visual. Use that.

*Precum constant after first two minutes. Useful detail.

He looked up from the page.

"We’re going again. Longer this time. I want to know the exact point you start to soften so I can write what it takes to force it back up."

Torren’s eyes flicked to the notebook, then back to Riven’s face. He didn’t speak.

Riven set a new timer. He put the clamps back on - tighter this time - and started flogging the cock in a steady rhythm.

This time he mixed in firm strokes with his hand every so often, just enough to keep the blood pumping, then went straight back to the stinging tails.

Five minutes.

Torren’s shoulders were tight. Sweat ran down his temple.

Six minutes.

His cock was still hard, but the head looked almost angry. Riven landed three hard hits right across the sensitive ridge and watched Torren’s hips jerk.

At six minutes forty-two seconds the erection started to dip - just slightly.

Riven dropped the flogger, grabbed the shaft hard, and stroked it fast and rough while he squeezed one clamped ball with his other hand.

Torren made a choked sound. The cock thickened again almost immediately.

"Back," Riven said. "Stay hard."

He kept the rough strokes going until it was fully stiff, then returned to the flogger. The timer kept running.

At eight minutes Torren’s arms were shaking in the cuffs. His head had dropped forward. Riven tipped it back up by the hair.

"Eyes on me. I need to see your face when it gets bad. I will be writing that down in the book too."

Torren forced his eyes open. They were glassy.

Riven stopped the timer at eight minutes and seventeen seconds.

He removed the clamps, let Torren feel the rush of pain and blood, then stood up and walked back to the notebook.

He wrote:

*Second round – forced endurance

*Clamps + flogging + intermittent rough stroking

*Started to soften at 6:42

*Forced back to full hardness with tight strokes + ball pressure in under 15 seconds

*Total hard time before I stopped: 8 min 17 sec

*Arms shaking hard by the end. Breathing ragged. Eyes wet but no safeword.

*Note for scene: the bigger man can stay hard longer than expected when pain and arousal are mixed. Use the exact tremor in the thighs. Use the sound he makes when the clamps come off.

Riven closed the notebook and set it aside.

He looked at Torren - still on his knees, cock wet and striped and aching, chest rising and falling fast.

"We’re not done," Riven said. "But I’m going to write the next part of the Chapter while it’s fresh. You stay right there. Hands behind your back with your cock still out. You don’t touch it. You don’t soften if you can help it. I want to see how long you can keep it up with no stimulation at all while I work."

He opened his laptop on the coffee table, pulled up the manuscript, and started typing the scene he had been stuck on for weeks - this time with real numbers, real reactions, real sounds.

Behind the screen, Torren stayed on his knees exactly as ordered, breathing through the leftover sting, his cock still hard in the cool air of the apartment and precome on the tips, waiting for whatever came next.