Part 18
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Tom sensed that the back flapping object above him had begun to descend toward him, and as it came closer he discerned not only that the object was a rubber clad masked man, but that the man was Karl. The impression of flapping was created by the fact that Karl's rubber suit was equipped with great rubber membranes attached to both sides of his body which ran from his wrists, along the length of his arms, down each side of his body and legs to his ankles. The membranes undulated enabling Karl to hover over Tom, who upon looking more closely could see quite clearly that the tubes sprouting from Karl's mask and from the heavy moulded rubber sheath over his cock were joined to his own.
With startling suddenness Karl descended to Tom, gripped him in a hug and lifted him from the chair. Clutching Tom tightly to his massive rubber chest, Karl soared upwards. Karl's voice came clearly into Tom's ears, 'Hold on, Tom, we're off and away!' Tom needed no telling, the sensation of rapidly soaring ever upwards terrified him, and after a few seconds his terror was absolute as he felt Karl's grip upon him slacken, and the soaring sensation give way to one of floating. Karl spoke again, 'Come on, Tom, you can fly too - just hold out your arms and the wind will do the rest.' For the first time, as he spread his arms, Tom became aware of a gentle but steady breeze blowing. Karl was right; amazingly he could fly, and with that realization, Tom's fear left him and he began to look about him. He was flying just below and slightly behind Karl. He could see that they were still joined by the various tubes as they had been when in the chairs. Tom could feel his rubber cock sheath pulsating, and looking up, he could see the spasms in Karl's cock sheath clearly. He looked down but there was no discernible landscape below them, and looking about him as they began to soar, wheel and dive alternately, he realised that there was nothing but blackness in which they flew. He could see perfectly despite the blackness, for the blackness, absolute though it was, was not darkness, and the new sensation of being able to fly freely was too exhilarating for Tom to waste time upon pondering that particular puzzle. Nothing mattered to him now but this thrilling new sensation he was sharing with Karl as together they flew with ever increasing swiftness, up, down and around the endless black void, like two huge Swallows.
Gradually Tom became aware that with every breath he took the smell of rubber became stronger until he could almost believe he was actually breathing rubber itself, and then for the first time since the flight had begun, he could see something solid and tangible ahead of him. Like everything else about him it was black - a wall of black rubber. He was following Karl's lead, and as each second passed, and they flew closer to the rubber wall, he was expecting Karl to veer away, but the big rubbered muscleman flew straight at it. Tom anticipated skull-crushing impact, but contact with the rubber was soft; they did not penetrate the vast expanse of rubber in the sense of passing through it, for it proved to be highly elastic. As they flew onward, they drew the soft stretchy black rubber along with them. It adhered tightly to their suits and enveloped them, adding another layer of rubber to that they already wore, but leaving their flight capability unimpaired.
On and on they flew, occasionally passing though yet another veil of rubber, each time adding a further layer of rubber to their bodies, until eventually Tom felt himself being drawn towards Karl by an unseen force. The tubes connecting them shortened as they drew together, and Tom became aware that as he approached Karl he was flying directly beneath him on his back. Tom and Karl flew face to face closing slowly with each other like two spacecraft docking, until there was contact. Rubber mask merged into rubber mask, rubber arms clasped rubber bodies while the rubber membranes that had borne them aloft enfolded them, tightly binding each rubber body to the other. Flight was no longer possible, and the two rubbermen, resembling a large rubber chrysalis, plunged down through the black rubber void. Both rubbermen thrilled to the speed of the descent, each heady on the strengthening smell of rubber. There was pressure upon their masks as they clasped each other tightly within the rubber cocoon, and as they sped downwards, now so fast that they were spinning like a huge rubber projectile fired from a rifled barrel, the masks merged into one, enabling rubber lips to meet, and tongues to caress rubber tubes.
The physical contact with Karl combined with the sense of speed and the continually strengthening smell of rubber created within Tom a feeling of elation unlike anything he had previously experienced. Throughout his body Tom was gradually becoming aware of increasing warmth; his body was making firm contact with Karl's at every point of limbs, torso and head, and he could feel the strength of Karl's massive muscles flooding into his own body. The layers of black rubber binding their bodies was tightening with every second, while the smell of rubber had become stronger than ever. Tom's rubber union with Karl was total, and he knew instinctively that together they were hurtling through a vast spatial environment where terrestrial physical laws had no place, in which the only element was rubber. A roaring, rushing noise, faint at first, but growing louder as they sped onward, was followed by a sensation of something brushing lightly along Tom's back; it felt as if the rubber cocoon was moving along in contact with yet more rubber. The roaring in Tom's ears grew louder until it was deafening, while the brushing sensation from outside the rubber cocoon gave way to a feeling of being completely engulfed and enclosed by something that had the soft yet firm feeling of heavy moulded black rubber. Still they plunged onward, but now the feeling was different; there was no longer a sensation of hurtling through rubber space, rather one of having glided on to the surface of a vast rubber ocean into the depths of which they had begun to dive. The roaring sound continued, and Tom could feel the pressure from without steadily increasing, forcing his and Karl's bodies ever more firmly together. Tom felt Karl's arms grip him tightly, and his rubber mouth clamp tightly to his own, and then there was only the total blackness of surrender to rubber oblivion.
Richard had no means of knowing the nature of Tom's hallucinatory experience. The evidence from the monitors showed a high degree of brain activity, and there was fluctuation in Tom's blood pressure and heart rate. The episode, which Tom would recall as having continued for hours, was in reality of only brief duration; Richard's estimate was that it was over within a minute, after which Tom's vital signs stabilized. Tom had shown no signs of agitation or distress, bringing Richard to the conclusion that the experience had not been unpleasant for Tom, nevertheless Richard took the precaution of deepening Tom's anesthesia and allowing him a few moments of oblivion.
Richard meanwhile checked on Karl's monitors that showed that all was well with the big rubberman, who, when Richard glanced in his direction showed every sign of enjoying the twilight world of rubber fantasy induced by the gas, but as Richard mused to himself, Karl always did. Turning his attention back to Tom, he began gradually to reduce the gas and bring more oxygen into the system. Because Tom and Karl were still sharing the same breathing circuit, Karl began to come out of his own anesthesia simultaneously with Tom. Being uncertain of the nature or the exact intensity of Tom's hallucination, Richard brought the two men back to full consciousness very gradually, while at the same time allowing Tom to see Karl through his lenses, by way of re assurance.
As consciousness returned, Tom felt momentarily bewildered; the memory of the dream was crisp and clear in his mind, and it was a few moments before his mind re-oriented itself, and he worked out that his recent thrilling experience had been no more than a dream. He said the phrase 'no more than a dream' to himself, and at once rejected it. No, he told himself, it had to be something symbolic of his feelings for Karl, and forgetting for the moment that Karl had not shared the dream, he also saw it as representing something of Karl's feelings for himself. Ignoring the inconsistency, he relaxed back in the chair contentedly waiting for whatever Richard had in store.
Richard had reached the point in the program he had designed for Tom where he was ready to build up for the climax, and the final deciding test for Tom. It was, he reflected, unfortunate that as events had developed, Tom's testing time would also be an ordeal for Karl, but he told himself philosophically, there was now nothing he could do to avoid that, although deep down he was anxious about the outcome - would Karl prove to have the emotional strength to follow right through, and would Tom prove equal to the test to come. Richard knew there was only one way to find out, and that was to proceed as planned. He was so far satisfied with the way in which Tom had reacted to the full intubation, to the variations that had been imposed upon his breathing, and that he had obviously enjoyed the active catheters and the cock sheath and hydraulic dildo.
Both rubbermen in the chairs were now fully conscious and breathing pure oxygen once more. All systems had been reactivated which meant that all active tubes were working, the masks were pulsating on the men's faces, as were the heavy rubber cock-sheaths, and the dildos were in action as before. Hans had resumed his work on the nipples, and each man could see the other. Richard had discontinued the transfer of fluid between Tom's and Karl's bladders, and his next step was to deactivate the catheters in their cocks and cause the catheters to withdraw. After that he returned both men to natural breathing, but he maintained the function of them breathing to and from each other's lungs, together with the occasional oxygen supplement into the system.
Richard nodded to Hans who immediately stepped up the nipple action, while Richard increased the activity of the cock sheaths gradually, and increased the dildo activity. His intention was to bring both men to simultaneous orgasm. He knew both were ready for it, and he intended that the build up would be slow and relentless; he wanted both men , but Tom especially, to experience gut-wrenching orgasm, and he instructed Hans to get really heavy on the nipple work. The reaction of both men was immediate. They began writhing in their rubber bonds, and the rate of respiration between the two men increased rapidly, and as it did so Richard gave them a good blast of Amyl, and at the same time set the cock sheaths to a slow but tightly gripping pulsating action.
Tom, who by now had recovered his senses fully, and had, so far as was possible in the time that elapsed, rationalized his dream experience, and for the moment put it behind him, now realised that Richard wanted to go for orgasm. He wondered if Karl would also share this experience with him ,and he looked at the big rubberman, and could see that his cock sheath was pumping just as hard as his own, and decided that they would shoot together. His nipples felt wonderful and his cock was rampant within the heavy rubber sheath, while his ass was alive with sensation. Yes, he told himself, I am ready for this, but Richard was not going to let either man shoot without a long slow build up; he wanted them to experience that tingling feeling in their loins that would merge into ecstatic anticipation that would in turn cause their cocks to throb involuntarily, until finally, that feeling coupled with the wonderful feeling emanating from their prostates would culminate in a long and profoundly satisfying ejaculation from each man.
Richard managed his men expertly, and the climax came just as and when he had determined. Tom thought that he would lift bodily out of the chair when the amyl hit, and Hans began to lay into his nipples really heavily, but it was the insistent throbbing of the cock sheath that really drove him wild. He felt that he was being milked slowly and without mercy. The whole of his lower body was tingling with sensation, he felt his scrotum tighten up and then suddenly he felt the wonderful surge begin deep within himself. He felt the muscles of his ass grip the pulsing dildo as the spasms of pure male sex urge began to rampage through him and erupt time and time again into the unrelenting cock sheath. He was breathing heavily, and because his breathing was still directly linked to Karl's he knew that Karl was sharing the same experience with him, and that they both shot together.
Richard and Hans, watching from the console thrilled to the sight of these two fit young rubbermen in sexual extremis. Both reacted visibly, writhing about in their chairs in paroxysms of sexual ecstasy. Richard knew from past experience that watching Karl when he was at orgasm was always almost as exciting as having the orgasm himself, and Tom did not disappoint in this respect either. Richard knew that some relief was essential for both men immediately, but he planned only limited relief. He stopped the action of the cock sheaths, eased the pressure of the masks and stopped them pulsating. He also suspended the activity of the dildos, although he did not withdraw them, nor did he withdraw any of the intubation, although he was ready to withdraw Tom's stomach tube if necessary. Richard restored both men to breathing independently of each other and of the machine, and having satisfied himself that all was well with both men, sat back with Hans to relax, both were beginning to feel the strain of concentration and were glad of a few moments of inactivity.
The two rubbermen, for the moment spent, lay back calmly in the chairs. Tom was thankful for the respite that Richard had provided. He closed his eyes and relaxed; orgasm had never previously been like that, and he wondered idly if it ever could approach such an intensity ever again. He did not know it, but he was very soon to find out. Karl would not come again, Richard wanted him to be as fresh and alert as possible for the final stages of his planned program.
Over the ensuing hours, the two Rubbermen would again experience several times all that had gone before since they had been strapped into the chairs, except that Tom would be brought regularly to orgasm until he reached a point when he was beginning to feel he could endure no more. He had, alas, no power of decision in this matter, Richard demonstrated this to him time and time again, and despite the feeling of exhaustion that was beginning to creep over him, Tom was brought to robust and thrilling orgasm time after time, until, having read the signs in his monitors, Richard decided that for the moment, enough was enough. He initiated the feeding process for each man once more, and then conscious of his own, and Hans' need for rest, he stopped all systems, withdrew all intubation and blacked out the lenses in the men's goggles and settled them for sleep, while he and Hans took turns to rest and to monitor the two rubbermen who both fell into natural sleep while still bound into the chairs.
Several hours later, Richard, refreshed after sleep and food, gently reactivated the heavy black moulded rubber cock sheaths on Karl and Tom. The gentle rhythmic pulses brought both men slowly to wakefulness. Tom's attempts to yawn, stifled as they were by the impediment of his huge rubber gag and his mask brought him quickly back to the reality of his situation. Opening his eyes he could see the massive rubber figure of the masked Karl stirring in his chair. He put his hand up in greeting; the big muscleman responded, making some 'good morning' noises into his mask which Tom was able to interpret.
Allowing the two chair-bound rubbermen a few minutes to re- orient themselves, Richard set about his routine check of his monitors and the systems, and finding that everything was in order, began the day's work by reactivating the dildos deep within the two rubbermen. He had decided against a further feeding interval for them, although he re- inserted all the intubation into the two men as it had been the previous night. His strategy was, by repeating several times all that the two had been subjected to earlier, to render Tom into a state of near- exhaustion. His first objective was to find a point at which Tom might feel forced to admit that he had had enough and could take no more. The point at which this occurred, if it occurred at all, would give Richard a finite indication of Tom's tolerance, which, he had to acknowledge, had so far proved to be prodigious, and was, so far as he was able to determine at that stage, very nearly the equal of Karl's. His primary purpose, however, was to engender within Tom, by wearing him down, physically and mentally, a sense of vulnerability.
The procedures of the previous day re-commenced, the only differences being that there was no interval for feeding, nor was there any use of gas until right towards the end, however Richard did, as part of his wearing-down technique, use amyl much more frequently on Tom, who by now had lost all idea of time and date. It was in fact well into Sunday when Richard began the final phase of Tom's program. Richard brought Tom to orgasm as often as he detected that Tom felt a need; no longer did he tantalize him by using tactics to delay orgasm, or divert Tom's attention elsewhere. He was determined that by the time Tom left the chair he would be totally spent sexually, and that his fatigue would be psychological as well as physical.
The hours went by, and with the approach of evening, it was clear to Richard that Tom was no longer in the first flush of sexual condition; although he was showing signs of wilting, Richard was surprised by Tom's physical and sexual stamina, which went far beyond his expectations. Karl, meanwhile had once again begun wrestling with his own dilemma, and the day passed agonizingly slowly for him. Richard sensed this, and for much of the time he kept the big guy on Entanox, which he knew Karl loved.
Tom's final orgasm was, in contrast to his earlier, more vigorous displays, a long, drawn out business, and Richard knew that his objective had been achieved. Signaling to Hans that Tom was incapable of further orgasm, the big German began his preparations for sorting out the various tubes and valves and other items of equipment as they were disengaged from Tom and Karl, but not before Richard gave Tom a gentle dose of Halothane. He knew Tom really liked the Halothane, and as the first whiffs hit him, he let out a contented sigh. There just enough to give Tom a pleasant 'buzz' before Richard put him back onto pure Oxygen, which Richard allowed him to breathe for about five minutes, as he gradually increased the pressure on Tom's mask once more to savage tightness. Watching the monitor, Richard could see from the increase in Tom's blood pressure and the accelerating of his heart rate, that in his worn down state of mind, this was almost too much, and that for the first time, Tom was showing signs of agitation. Hans paused in his preparations, and together with Richard, noted with satisfaction that Tom's reaction was exactly as they had hoped.
Richard and Hans looked at each other, a moment for them to savor was imminent; a rubberman's introduction to Ether always excited then both, and Tom's introduction was only seconds away. With consummate artistry, Richard quickly threw one switch and then closed it immediately. This gave Tom a lungful of his beloved Halothane, but by the time he drew his next breath, Richard had already thrown another switch which gave him a lungful of Ether. The potent vapor overwhelmed Tom, and he began to struggle in his chair, fighting frantically to free his arms, his one thought being to rip the mask from his face. The panic induced within him by the Ether was exacerbated by his state of exhaustion, and so overwrought did he become that it was several seconds before he realised that there was no more Ether, he had had only one breath, and as far as Tom was concerned that was enough, and he subsided into his chair totally exhausted, and really wondering if he could take any more. His morale had sunk to an uncharacteristically low level, and when he looked over to Karl, who appeared quite calm and relaxed, for he was unaware that Karl had not shared his exhausting routine, he felt even lower.
Tom had got this far without protest to Richard, but he felt now that he had taken as much as he could, and was wondering what Richard's reaction would be if he used the safe word and asked to be released. He would never know the answer to that, for as he was about to give the sign, Richard's voice came into his ears, ' That's fine, Tom. We have now completed the program, be patient while Hans releases you. When you are free, make your way to the ante-room, and the boys will come and help you out of your suit. You may shower there, after which refreshment will be available for you upstairs, and the boys will show you to your room. Get a good night's sleep, and when you are ready, you are free to leave when you wish in the morning. Thank you for your co-operation.'
The voice had been crisp and unemotional; there had been no warmth, no hint either of approval or disapproval. The words uttered had been those of dismissal. The sense of anti-climax within Tom was total; his normally buoyant spirits were lower than he had ever known. He looked toward Karl for some sign of re-assurance, but the big rubber guy sat motionless in his chair, giving no sign; Tom could not know that he was struggling with his own spirits; that he was summoning all his physical and mental strength to carry him through the ordeal he knew lay ahead for himself and for Tom.
Methodically, Hans began the intricate process of disconnecting the equipment from the two rubbermen prior to their release from the chairs. He worked carefully, and somewhat to Tom's irritation, with maddening slowness. While he was waiting for release Tom had time to reflect upon what he had experienced. His first thought was that it had been an incredible amalgam of enjoyment and endurance, although he had to admit that the enjoyment far outweighed the endurance. Why then did he have such a depressing sense of failure, he asked himself over and over. His ruminations were interrupted by Hans indicating that he was now released from his bonds and that he was free to rise from the chair. Movement at first was almost painful for Tom. His limbs felt stiff and heavy, and as he stood he swayed slightly, steadying himself by gripping the arm of the chair. As he unplugged Tom's umbilical cord, the final act of disconnection, Hans gestured with his hand towards the ante room. Slowly Tom made his way towards the big double doors glancing, as he moved, towards Karl who remained motionless in the chair, now freed of all his tubes and mask, but still strapped in; there was no sign from Karl.
Alone in the ante room, Tom sank thankfully onto the bench, occupying the spot he had sat on the previous Friday, when the two magnificent rubbermen had entered silently and proceeded to dress him. How high his hopes had been then, he thought to himself, how low he felt now. Wearily he placed his elbows on his knees, noticing as he moved that the suit felt less comfortable than it had - he had almost forgotten he was wearing it. He shivered despite the fact that the room was warm, and he felt a clamminess upon his skin. The suit was no longer air-conditioned after the umbilical cord had been unplugged, and now all he wanted was to be out of the suit, to shower, and if he could manage it, escape tonight from this house. He thought of Karl, he felt that if he left tonight, and Karl cared anything for him as he professed, the big guy would find him somehow, now he just wished that Karl and Hans would get a move on and get him out of this suit.
Tom sat with his head in his hands dejectedly for what seemed like ages, although it was less then twenty minutes. What, he wondered, can be keeping them. Suddenly everything felt different. One elbow slipped off his knee, he felt slightly dizzy and found it was difficult to regain his position, and for one awful moment he feared that he was going to pass out, the floor beneath his feet felt as if it was moving, and coming up to meet him. He swayed, and tried to grip the edge of the bench to stabilize himself, but could not manage it; he had lost his sense of balance. He looked up frantically, intending to call out for help. The words died on his lips; before him stood the massive rubbered and masked figures of Hans and Karl. They leaned forward and seized Tom under the arms and hauled him roughly to his feet. Tom had not heard them enter, he began to babble his relief at seeing them, but again the words died. With a chill of horror, Tom realised that he could hear nothing, not even the sound of his own voice. Upon entering the room, Hans had activated a tab on his belt which had caused the plugs in Tom's ears to block all sounds to his auditory nerves, rendering Tom profoundly deaf. The electronic silence produced the same conditions that would be experienced by an individual who was congenitally deaf. The effect upon Tom, apart from robbing him of his balance and his hearing capability, was to create the perception within him that Karl and Hans were menacing rubber automatons who intended him no good. They, of course knew this, and so they moved with deliberate slowness to reinforce the impression upon Tom; that to Tom they moved in total silence made the encounter all the more unnerving. He looked first at Hans and then at Karl. They were different, and seeking out their eyes, as do all victims of their tormentors, hoping to see a spark of compassion perhaps, or a clue to motive maybe, Tom saw neither - just hard, uncompromising determination. That was it! He realised in a flash - he could see their eyes through the lenses of their masks, whereas before Hans had black eyepieces, and Karl had silver ones. Realizing that both men now had clear lenses, Tom sought to make eye contact with Karl, but his pleading look met with an unflinching black and stony stare. The rough handling went on, and Tom wondered why they were taking him to the shower while he was still in his suit. Having dropped his head in his despair, it was several seconds before he realised that he was being dragged back into the operating room.
Tom's attention was drawn to that unwelcome fact by the huge light over the operating table which cast its cold and clinical glare in a huge oval beam over the whole area of the table and its immediately surrounding area. The rest of the room was in darkness. He could see only steel and rubber, the former glittered while the latter gleamed; there was an aura of menace about everything Tom could see - erotic menace to be sure, but Tom was in no condition to appreciate that, and as he was dragged, now struggling, towards the table he saw the rubbered and masked figure of Richard sitting motionless at the head. By his side was the pristine anesthetic machine and cupped in one hand was a huge black rubber anesthetic mask. His own mask also had clear eyepieces now, and the stare from within the mask was cold and unblinking; Richard moved not a muscle.
At the table Hans and Karl made short work of hoisting Tom up on to it. Both men were big enough and strong enough to be able to hold Tom's upper body with one hand, while getting a leg each into the stirrups, and with one click of a broad strap, secure it. That done, they could concentrate on subduing Tom's upper body and flailing arms. His exhaustion forgotten, Tom felt as though he was fighting for his life. He was shouting his protests, but being unable to hear them himself, he instinctively shouted louder and louder until he was shrieking at them to let him go, that he had had enough and could take no more. His screams and shrieks appeared to fall upon ears as deaf as his own.
Richard was taken aback by the fuss Tom was making. He understood that the lad was sated with sexual experience, and that he neither needed or wished for further sexual stimulation; he himself had been the deliberate instigator of that condition. What surprised him was that Tom still had enough energy to struggle and protest with such vigor. He waited while Hans deftly with one hand restraining the still struggling Tom plugged an umbilical cord into Tom's suit with the other hand, whereupon Richard was able to consult his monitors. Predictably the reading showed that Tom's blood pressure was very high and that his heart rate and respiration were also well up on normal readings, they were however well within normal levels for a man of Tom's age and fitness when the degree of stress was taken into account; Richard deemed it safe to proceed. He did not hurry; the induction of a candidate such as Tom into the experience of the erotic pleasures of black rubber anesthesia through the medium of Ether never failed to excite Richard. He regarded Ether as the king of anesthetics. His long clinical experience in the discipline had taught him that although it was one of the oldest and, in the view of many of his professional colleagues, crudest agents, and that despite the development of many sophisticated and, from the patient's viewpoint, much more palatable agents, Ether remained one of the safest and most effective anesthetics available. For the patient, upon induction there was the terrifying sense of panic when the Ether was first inhaled, and upon recovery there was frequently an unpleasant feeling of nausea. These side-effects were minimal when compared to those which could arise from certain more modern agents - 'designer' anesthetics, Richard called them. There was also the problem of dealing with the highly explosive properties of the Ether vapor, easily overcome however with sensible precautions.
Professional considerations to one side, as a connoisseur of the eroticism of anesthesia, Richard's opinion of Ether was equal with his professional evaluation of it. There was of course, a psychological dimension; mention anesthetics to the lay public, and most will think immediately of 'gas' or 'Ether', the names of the other, modern, specialist agents are unknown to them. Add to that, Richard opined, the fact that the majority of people dread the idea of having an anesthetic; he firmly believed that in cases where patients presented themselves for routine, corrective surgery, as opposed to those unfortunates who needed radical, and possibly maiming procedures, the overwhelming majority feared the anesthetic far more than they did the surgery, and the anesthetic they feared most of all was Ether. They had all heard tales of the overwhelming, suffocating effect patients experienced when given Ether; tales of terrified, struggling patients being held down while they were put 'under'. In the minds of the uninitiated, Ether had a formidable and terrifying reputation, a reputation that had obviously firmly implanted itself in the mind of Tom, as he demonstrated when given a sample of it while in the chair.
Richard's purpose was to disabuse Tom of these fallacies, and to educate him into the delights that were attainable through the carefully controlled administration of Ether in an erotic context, and more specifically, so far as Richard was concerned, in a black rubber erotic context. He had deliberately worn down Tom's physical and mental resistance knowing that when he came to administer Ether to him, his perception of the horrific effect would be heightened. There was no malicious or sadistic intent in Richard's motivation, on the contrary, if all went according to plan, and he had taken every available precaution to ensure that it should, once he had guided Tom through the threshold of the horror, then the exciting erotic experience ahead of him would be thrown up in even sharper contrast; as he prepared to act now, Richard savored the prospect.
