Getting the Chair
Part 1 of 6
My name is Eric. I’m 21. I recently answered an ad in the newspaper for some guy who needed help maintaining his house and property. The estate turned out to be really swank, and the pay was better than expected. I was damned happy when he called me back to give me the job.
For nearly two weeks I worked for Dr. Franz Kilmer at this huge house just outside the city. It was a far drive from my own apartment, but the money I was making more than made up for that. I was saving to go to school in the fall, as this was to be my junior year of college and I was running low on financial aid. Things were going well for me; I was doing ok in school, I had been scoring pretty well with the chicks since I had been in college and, hey, most people seemed to think I was fairly good-looking. The magic gene pool in the sky had been kind to me. I worked out and swam quite a bit, so the bod was always in top shape. I wasn't really muscular, per se, but hard and lean for sure.
Anyway, my work at the estate consisted mostly of cleaning and yard duties. Dr. Franz was cool to work for and didn't hassle me about little shit. He mostly just wanted somebody trustworthy to do the things he had no time for around the property. I didn't see all that much of Dr. Franz, but at his young age, I guess 35 or so, he must be making a hell of a lot of money doing something to be able to afford this place. He spent most of his time in his workshop down in the basement. On rare occasion, I would see computers and whatnot being delivered to that downstairs room. I’m not sure, he never talked about his work with me, but I assumed he was into some high tech shit.
One day, after mowing the entire property, dead tired and sweaty from the sun and heat, I went into the house to grab something cold from the fridge to drink. I noticed something was wrong because the orange juice I snagged was only lukewarm. Sure enough, the fridge was broken.
I went to the basement and knocked on the basement door where Dr. Franz usually worked at this time of day. No answer. I knocked again. Nothing. So, I opened up the door and yelled downstairs for him. Still no response.
Dr. Franz had told me to stay out of the basement due to all the delicate equipment down there and stuff, so I had never even been down there, but I needed to tell him the fridge was out before all his stuff went bad; I didn't want to be responsible for all that mess. I made my way down the narrow stairs to see if I could find him.
The stairway opened to a largish room, which was dimly lit. There were computer consoles and various equipment that I didn't recognize placed around, but no sign of Dr. Franz. I went through the room and down another hall where there were several doors, all closed except the one at the end of the hall where I could hear the clicking of someone typing at a computer keyboard and various other machine sounds. I called out, but again, no response.
"What?" he said excitedly, poking his head out of the room at the end of the hall.
"Dr. Kilmer, I'm sorry to bug you down here and all, but the fridge is on the blink and I thought you'd better know right away before everything goes bad," I hastily replied.
"Oh, Eric," he said in his German accent, "I suppose that we'd better do something about that right now. He returned to the workroom he had been in and we walked on down the hall to finish the conversation. As I got to the door frame, I could see a large, reddish leather chair of some kind in the middle of the room. The unusual part was that it was hooked up to his computer with a bunch of wires and cables, and there were all kinds of weird looking attachments on the chair that I couldn't identify at all.
"What's that?" I said.
He turned around from his telephone conversation and looked startled for a second. "Uh, it's a special massage chair I am working on. A kind of medical device, I guess you'd say." It was obvious to me that he was quite uncomfortable with me being in the room and seeing his ‘project.’
He finished his phone call and turned back to me once again. "Here. I don't normally let anyone even see my projects while they are in the design phase, but since you're already down here, I guess it can't hurt to let you try it out." With that, he motioned me to the big black leather chair and I sat down.
It was vaguely like a dentist chair in shape, but much larger and sturdier. For the life of me, I had the impression that I was sitting in a big hand. It even felt warm!
"So what does it do?" I said, looking up from my seated position to where Dr. Kilmer had gone to sit at his console.
"Well, it does a lot of things, he said, but I'll just let you get a taste of the body massage and see what you think about it."
He typed something on his keyboard and told me to lay back and relax. Soon, a gentle vibration came from the entire chair, then I started to hear sounds coming from underneath as various mechanisms whirred to life and the whole thing started to undulate beneath me. My whole body felt as though it were being rubbed all at once by a dozen hands. It was really something.
Unbeknownst to me, Dr. Kilmer was only letting me see and use this chair so that all the mystery of what he was inventing would seem benign and unremarkable. "What it's doing right now is just the basic body massage. It’s not that unusual; there are rollers and ultrasonic gadgets under the padding of the chair that produce the various effect."
"Feels great!" I said, almost sighing. "I want one of these!"
He laughed pretentiously and then did something to the keyboard, and the motion of the chair stopped.
"Well, I've got a lot more programming and tinkering to do with the mechanisms before this will be ready for the public. And it'll cost a fortune!" he quipped. "Mostly this will be used by the very rich who can afford expensive toys."
"Yeah," I said, standing up, "That's the way it always goes. But what does all this other stuff do?" I asked, motioning to all the odd-looking devices placed in and around the chair unit.
"Oh … that … err … that’s just some testing equipment," Dr. Kilmer replied nervously. "I can't tell you all that stuff or you might run off and invent one of your own," he laughed.
"Ok, thanks for letting me try it out. It felt great. I could have sat there forever."
"Now, onto more important matters. Eric, I just found out I have to fly out of town for at least a week starting tomorrow morning. I really want you to stay here in the house and keep an eye on things if it's not too big of an imposition. You can stay in the guest room."
"Oh. I wasn't expecting anything like that," I said. "But I don't have anything planned in particular this week, so it should be fine, Dr. Kilmer."
"Great!" he said as we made our way back up the long stairway from the basement. "I would really appreciate it, and I will compensate you for this on your next check, I assure you. One thing, though, I don't want any people besides you in the house while I'm gone, and leave the basement alone as usual. There's too much expensive and delicate work down there that you could fuck up."
"No problem Dr. Kilmer, you know I’ll take good care of the joint."
"Yeah, I know you will. That's why I hired you; you struck me as trustworthy."
So the next day I came to the property early in the morning. On the front door was a note from Dr. Kilmer saying just to let myself in and to keep things under control while he was gone. I didn't anticipate any trouble.
Most of that day I spent doing my regular house chores. The guy came to repair the fridge, I washed up all the dirty laundry he’d left for me, folded it, and put it away. Just the regular routine.
By 4:00 pm I realized that I had the run of the place for the rest of the night. The work I needed to do was all done, and the next week or so should be a piece of cake! I grabbed a wine cooler from the kitchen, made myself a sandwich, and took it into the den where I watched movies on the wide-screen TV; it was my own little taste of the high life. It would be many years of hard work before I'd ever be able to afford a place with all these perks, and that was for sure.
By the third day, the newness had worn off and my work around the house was either done or not really in need of further attention. I read some of Dr. Kilmer 's computer books from the den and watched more movies. It's funny how quickly you can get used to having really nice things, and how quickly they stop being entertaining.
By that evening I was literally climbing the walls with boredom. I thought about going out and trying to get some action with a chick, but I couldn't bring her back here anyway, so that was out. Fuck, I was getting horny, and Dr. Kilmer didn't even have any porn in his video collection that I could jerk-off to. I knew because I'd looked the first night. So I was stuck in this huge house; no women, no porn, no nothing.
Then I remembered the basement. If I were a rich guy like Dr. Kilmer, I'd probably keep a porn stash somewhere down there where it wouldn't normally be found by houseguests. I thought I would just go down there to check and see what I could find. I wouldn't mess with anything, I'd just find whatever he had around that I could jack to, do my biz, and put it back so nobody was the wiser. No harm done.
My boredom and horniness did the rest of the thinking for me, and before I knew it, I'd used my key to unlock the basement and headed downstairs. It was great that he’d left me a full set of keys in case of emergencies.
I had a little trouble finding the switch for the lights when I got down and walked around halls, but I eventually found myself in the main room where all the computer junk was stored. Nothing here, I thought. If he's got any magazines or anything stashed down here, they're probably in his desk. I went over to the door with the ‘office’ sign and used a key marked ‘Master’ to open it. I looked around and saw Dr. Kilmer's desk, and that big black massage chair thing.
First, I tried his desk drawers to see if maybe there were some magazines or even videos that might be interesting. I was greeted by nothing but staples and computer disks and stuff like that. I checked around the CD cabinet that was in the office and didn't find anything there either. Shit. Apparently rich guys never jack-off. Or if they do, they hide their porn pretty fuckin' well.
With that, I sat down at the desk and contemplated my next move. The computer was there, so I thought, why not try to go online and see if I could at least find some porn I could jack off to so I could get some damned relief? I booted up the computer.
When it came online, I didn't get the usual Windows desktop, but some kind of folder for the massage chair. Dammit again! I just sat and looked at the screen.
Then I thought, “What the fuck?” I'll start the massage up, climb in, and stroke while I get my back and buns rubbed by the chair. It'll be better than nothing, and that chair felt pretty damn good the last time I'd sat in it.
I clicked on the folder, and then a subfolder, and found documents entitled ‘Startup Procedures’. From there I went through a menu of stuff on the screen for the chair. There were several apparently pre-programmed routines, but no descriptions were given, so I didn't really know what any of them would do. Finally, I clicked on something called "SX7A."
It wanted me to pick a duration. I chose 2 hours. What the hell - I could end it earlier if I got bored with it. It asked for my language, gender, height and weight, and some other physical info, so I entered it. Then it displayed ‘Selection Complete. Remove all clothing and be seated. The chair will activate in 3 minutes’.
Wow, remove my clothes? I was gonna jack-off anyway, so I did as the program had suggested and climbed into the chair. I waited. Nothing happened.
The screen flashed again: ‘Remove all clothing and be seated.’ How odd! Well, I had kept on my jockeys, so I removed those and relaxed back into the chair. I felt the seat warming up, AHH, how nice and relaxing! There was a humming from inside so I lay back into it, waiting for the massage to begin.
Slowly, the vibration started and the little fingers or whatever they were started to move beneath me. It felt really nice. Lazily, I reached down and started caressing my long, semi-hard dick. I was overdue for some action, even if it was just my own hand. With the chair rolling beneath me, I was hard in less than a minute, my full 7 inches standing straight up in the air. I spit in my hand a couple of times to get my dick wet and started slowly jacking, taking my time and letting the motion and vibration of the chair help me get turned on. It was feeling really good.
After a few minutes of lying there stroking, something new happened. The chair automatically reclined further back and a voice from the computer speakers said: "Place your arms on the armrests and your feet in the footrests for Phase Two. Phase Two will commence in 10 seconds. OR, push the red button on the console to abort now."
What the fuck was 'Phase Two?' I wondered as I stopped jacking my cock. Well, might as well give it a try. I put both my ankles and my wrists in the place obviously designed for them and laid my head back against the headrest to see what would happen.
“Phase Two Commencing,” the mechanical-sounding computer voice announced.
With that, I got a REALLY big surprise. Silently, thick, padded stainless steel bands enclosed both my wrists, ankles, my forehead, and neck. In one second, I was tightly locked in the chair. Shit!
At first, all six bands were not all that tight; I supposed I could somehow slip out. Then I heard “Adjusting.” Immediately, all six bands tightened. Not painfully, but comfortably. The padding was thick and conforming to my limbs, even the one that tightened around my neck was not choking me at all. But it was scary.
I thought that was fine, as it’s more relaxing to be in a lying position. But then it moved my limbs horizontally. My legs were spread wide apart and my arms were moved from where they were at my sides to an upward position. It was really weird, being manipulated like a rag doll, with no say in the matter. When the chair finally stopped moving, I'd been placed in a spread-eagle position; my arms and legs formed an ‘X.’
I guess whatever 'Program SX7A' was, I was getting ready to find out.
At first, nothing changed except that the vibration of the chair seemed to grow a little more intense. I could hear the sounds of different mechanisms doing something around me, but since I couldn't move my head very much, I couldn't see them. Then abruptly the chair began to change configuration and my legs were moving up and my upper torso was moving down. The chair was becoming horizontal, like a bed. I was now level with the floor.
The next thing I knew, I could feel something slowly coming out of the headrest on each side of my head. I thought they might be headphones closing over my ears, but no sound came out. Instead, they seem to block my hearing.
As I wondered what purpose soundless headphones might be, a 'virtual reality' visor of some kind moved into place right in front of my eyes. It lined itself up at the proper angle, and the next thing I knew, my vision was totally obscured by a visor. Now I could neither see nor hear nor move even half an inch. I was getting really, really scared, and had absolutely no way to get any help. I know I must have been yelling like mad, but there was no one to hear me.
The chair itself started to do that massaging motion again, along with a deep vibration. If I hadn't been so fucking terrified it might have actually felt good. I kept trying to figure some way out of this, but nothing at all came to mind.
I was shaken from my current thoughts about how to escape the chair when I heard sounds of grunts and groans and things like "Ah, fuck yeah!" I realized that these male ‘voices’ were coming from the headphones! My head was being pumped full of these sex noises, which grew louder and settled into a steady and constant background theme for my experience. It sounded like about 20 guys all together in a room jacking off and sucking each other or something. The moans were ceaseless in my head. Had someone made a soundtrack just for this purpose?
The massage went on for about five minutes, but then the black screen activated and I saw images. The camera angle was unmistakable; it was me, locked up tight in the chair, writhing and straining to get free of my restraints. I couldn't believe this was happening, but I could sure see it well enough due to the VR visor placed over my eyes. I had nowhere else to look.
Then the camera zoomed-in. Soon, I had a good close-up shot of my own dick. Still hard, it stood straight up from my spread-eagle form. Poised immediately over my big unit was a clear plastic tube or something like that. I couldn't see much of it as the camera was pointed right at my cock, but I knew something really wacky was coming.
Getting the Chair
Part 2 of 6
Again, I struggled against the steel bands to get free. No change; I was totally pinned. The VR visor on my eyes was showing me the tube thing, which was now starting to make its way down onto my hard dick, slowly engulfing the entire length until I could feel the end of it pressing against my groin. Then came the computer voice “Adjusting.” The tube seemed to be sizing itself to the length and girth of my dick. My dick was now trapped in a warm tunnel; the tube vibrated lightly as it secured itself onto my dick.
As I watched on the visor, the tube filled with some kind of clear, thick liquid; I guessed it was a lube of some kind. At first, nothing happened, but then I noticed that the liquid had ‘set’ - like caulk - and had become a clear, thick mold around my hard-on, giving a perfect fit to whatever the thing was intended to do. It was like a dildo was made in exact measurement of my own dick.
The intent soon became apparent. The tube began to move very slowly up and down on my dick. I was being forced to fuck this thing! I had no choice, it was gonna suck my cock. I could see that somehow, constant suction was being applied to the tube because my dick was being stretched and pulled to enormous proportions with each slow stroke the tube made. The sensation was similar to what a penis pump must feel like. It felt SOOO good! Good to the point of pain. Over the groans and sighs of the men on the headphones, I could now hear my own involuntary moans and cries as the tube sucked on my big dick. The camera was close-up on the action, so there was literally nowhere else to look other than to watch this thing work on my cock with horrible, slow strokes.
A couple of times I thought I was getting ready to cum. I think if I hadn't been so afraid, I probably would have, but after about 15 minutes of the excruciating suck-off, the tube engulfed my hard-on all the way and stayed motionless. Meanwhile, the camera angle was changing again on the VR visor, giving me a look at what was next.
A black leather device of some kind was now being maneuvered by the machine around my balls. I think they call those things a ‘parachute’. At any rate, it was soon affixed to my nuts, and the camera pulled back enough to show me what it was going to do. It was gonna stretch the fuck outa my sack, that's what it was gonna do.
I felt the first tug as the machine began to pull slowly on the small chains attached to the parachute. I watched in agony as the camera showed my balls being pulled taut from my body. I could still see my poor dick encased in that tube thing. This was erotic torture, for sure.
After the fucker had stretched my balls to the point where I thought they were gonna rip off any second, it stopped, and then the camera showed me what I already knew: the suck-tube was moving up and down on my unit again, this time faster and more aggressively. I heard myself cry out in pain as the fiendish fucking thing worked on my cock and balls and made me watch every second of it close up.
The pain in my nuts was terrible, but what the suck-off the tube was doing balanced the agony somehow. Over and over, I watched the tube push its way down on my dick and suck it right up to the very tip before going down on me again. It went faster now, much faster and harder, pistoning my poor dick like nothing before ever had. I was screaming, but the male orgy sounds in the headphones kept getting louder and louder, turning the entire experience into sexual torture that I couldn't have ever imagined. The VR visor was showing me every moment of what was happened to my aching dick and balls, and I was spread-eagled and totally helpless to stop any of it. On and on the tube went, sucking my dick in the worst way imaginable.
Finally, I felt myself starting to become numb to the experience. I wanted to come, but I couldn't. I wanted to get out, but I couldn't. All I could really do was watch the chair rape me.
Then a really horrible thought came into my head. How far was this shit gonna go? This fucking machine had already shown me that it could pin me down and torture my cock. What if there were worse things coming?
As if in answer to my thoughts, the tube on my dick soon slowed and stopped, with my entire length still throbbing inside of it. The thing that was pulling my nuts didn't ease up one bit, however. I wondered what would happen.
I lay there long enough to catch my breath and then felt something warm brush on my lips. At first, I thought it was my imagination, but the visor camera moved to show me the next phase of my ordeal: poised directly in front of my mouth was a cock. Not a real cock, to be sure, but a damn good replica of one attached to yet another part of the machinery of the fuck-chair. It was about a centimeter from my lips.
I immediately figured out what I was NOT gonna do, so I put my lips tightly together so it couldn't make its way into my mouth. There was no way I was giving head to this goddamn thing!
The camera angle moved in extra close on my mouth and gave me a good look at my enemy; it was a large latex dick of some kind. It had veins like the real item and was about 7 inches long. There must have been some tubing on the inside because the thing had a drop of pearly-white cum on the end and was dripping as it throbbed.
I watched in horror as it now pushed gently against my lips, seeking entry; I kept my mouth tightly closed. The substance on the end of the fake dick smeared as it moved back and forth over my lips, teasing me. I couldn't believe it, but over the moans and cries on the headphones I now heard a deep male voice saying "Open your mouth, baby... suck me... suck me. Open up man, I'm gonna fuck your face."
I kept my lips tightly closed as the dick pushed against and taunted my mouth. The guy in the headphones kept imploring me to suck ‘him’. This was a total nightmare.
Then a new trick. The thing must have been set to make me open up in the event that I wasn't cooperative because suddenly the pain in my balls grew WAY worse as the machine started randomly yanking them hard. Despite myself, I opened my mouth to yell, and damn -- the dick pushed right in past my lips and teeth. I now had a fake dick in my mouth.
I could see from the camera that I had about three inches of the cock inserted in my mouth, which was now stretched wide to encompass this thick intruder. I tried to push it out with my tongue somehow, but it wouldn't budge. The heavy male voice in the headphones was saying, "That's it, baby, that's what I wanted, now you're gonna get your face fucked real good."
The thick cock pushed in hard now, filling my mouth and making me gag as it inched down my throat. I watched in terror as the camera showed me sucking the hard, throbbing tool all the way down. I now had seven inches of fat dick rammed down my throat. It stayed down just a second and started pulling out. The guy in the headphones moaned in pleasure, and I tried to catch my breath, but the prick moved in again, too fast for me to stop it. All the way down again to its base, seven thick inches of dick down my throat.
Over and over the dick fucked my mouth, stopping only long enough to let me get a quick breath between each stroke. It pushed in harder and faster as it went along, just like a real guy would when he was getting off in somebody's mouth. I lay there and watched myself getting face-fucked for about ten minutes, and then felt some relief as the suck-tube started working on my own cock again. Soon, the tube blowing my dick and the cock stuffing my throat was moving in unison with each other, going faster and faster as they violated me. The headphone sex sounds were really pumped up in volume as the guys started making noises like they were coming. I realized that I was getting ready to shoot also, even though I really didn't want to give myself over to this fucker of a machine I was trapped inside. This was the ultimate mind-fuck.
The grunting and moans in the headphones reached a peak and the suction on my cock pushed me over the edge. I blew my load big time inside that tube. I felt shot after fucking shot of cum spray out of me, and that tube thing kept sucking me like a madman. I couldn't scream because I had seven inches of fat dick in my mouth and was getting face-fucked like crazy. Then the cock pulled partially out and in the headphones, the deep male voice said, "Oh yeah baby, now you're gonna take my load." And I did take it. The fake dick pulsed and sent shot after shot of warm, thick, salty liquid into my mouth. It was in too deep for me to try to spit it out, so I was forced to swallow whatever this thing was ‘coming’ down my throat over and over as it spurted. The suck-off tube never let up on my dick during this, so I was still being forcibly milked while I drank the jizz of this big dick stuffing my face.
Finally, the dick stopped shooting. The guy in the headphones kept saying "Oh yeah, baby, you're such a good cocksucker.... that was great, man..." and stuff like that. I was hoping to God that this shit was over now, especially because I already blew my wad. The motion on my dick stopped and I felt the suck-tube press hard against my groin again. It still had me engulfed, and my dick was aching from all the action and the fact that I had just shot so violently.
I expected the fake dick in my mouth to pull out now as well, but it stayed right where it was, about three inches in. I could breathe well with it like that, and my mouth was stretched tight around the girth of it. The fuck boys in the headphones had gone quiet.; I was alone again. I could only see my face strained around that thick cock on the VR visor and feel the warm vibrations of that goddamn chair.
I don't know how long it let me rest, but it wasn't very long before the male voice in the headphones said, "That was great, baby. Enter voice authorization now to quit program, or Phase Three will begin in 20 seconds." With that, the big dick pulled out of my mouth and hovered in front of my face again. I yelled, "End program! End program!" as soon as my mouth was free, hoping that would make this torture session log-off and release me. No such luck. I yelled and yelled but the male voice came back on the headphones and said, "Good, baby, good, because now you're gonna get fucked...."
I remember trying to scream, but I had no more than started to speak when the big cock moved into my mouth again and pushed my tongue down flat. The camera showed me my own face, tears streaming down my cheeks, filled once again with a 7-inch dick. The fuck noises in the headphones started up once more. "Oh yeah, that's it, man, now you're gonna take it all, you’re gonna get fucked real good baby, really good. All the way man, I'm gonna drill you all the fucking way."
I cried soundlessly as the big dick in my mouth started to throb and gently fuck my face again. Not as rough or deep now, though. At least it was giving me a bit of a break. I watched myself suck the fat cock and hoped what I was afraid of wasn't getting ready to happen.
Next, I felt my legs being repositioned. The parachute thing was still tugging at my balls hard. I yelled around the dick in my mouth as my legs were spread impossibly wide. Now the camera moved away from my sucking mouth to give me a view of what was coming up from down below. I saw my poor, red dick still trapped in the suck-tube. Then, I saw it.
Positioned between my wide-spread legs was a monster; that's the only way I can really describe it. It was a dick-shaped black fuck tool about the length of a two-liter bottle, and the girth of a baseball bat. I couldn't believe that this thing could EVER actually fuck a real person. Surely this must not be for real. Surely this must not be happening!
The camera moved down to give me a good view of the thick black latex dick. It was veined and hard, just like the tool that was slowly fucking my mouth, but 50% longer and thicker. This dick also pulsed and throbbed, and there was a steady stream of a thick white goo oozing slowly from its head. Inside the headphones, the voice said, "How do you like that big, fat cock, baby? That big dick's gonna feel soooooo good up inside that tight little ass, huh?"
I yelled and screamed around the dick stuffing my face, but I knew nobody could hear me. I knew this thing was getting ready to tear me apart from the inside with that huge monster dick, and I knew I couldn't do anything to stop it.
"Oh yeah man, look at that dick. Look at it. I'm gonna fuck you all the way down on my hard cock, baby. All the way. All the fuckin' way," the voice was saying in my ears. I could hear the hot fuck sounds in the headphones starting up again, but this time they were louder and ‘voiced’ with more excitement.
With excruciating slowness, the huge dick moved between my ass cheeks. I felt the size of it down there immediately and wondered if this would actually kill me. It began pushing a little against my asshole.
The camera angle once again moved in to give me a perfect view of the assault. The dick in my mouth pulsed and throbbed and fucked. The parachute pulled on my nuts, and the tube on my own tired unit started to suck and ride me again. Totally against my will, I could see from the camera that my dick was getting hard. Somehow, even though I was about to be rape-fucked by a giant dick from hell, my own cock was getting hard and aroused. Un-fucking-believable!
I sucked on the big dick stroking inside my mouth and watched the huge black tool push against my asshole again. It oozed a glob of what looked like white jizz with every shove, lubricating my hole, I suppose. The head of the thing was at least as big around as an apple, and I knew that there was no damn way that fucker was ever going up my ass. Still, it pushed, retreated, pushed, retreated.
"Oh baby, loosen up that hole for me, man," was the commentary from the headphone rapist. Yeah. Like I had any choice.
After about ten minutes of constant stroking, my dick was hard as granite again. I could see the suck-tube doing its thing while I was also forced to watch the dick at my ass trying to make entry. It was pushing a little harder now, and the pain was getting pretty bad. I could see that my asshole was actually starting to widen around the head of the thing on the thrusts. I watched and sucked while it pushed in a little deeper now, a little farther. I screamed again and could hear the headphone guy saying "Ahhh yeah baby. Feel that dick? Feel it? I'm gonna get it in, man. I'm gonna get it in ALL THE WAY and then I'm gonna fuck you hard....real hard."
Slowly, with each thrust, the big dick was making its way into my ass. I cried helplessly as it finally pushed through the outer layer and the huge head disappeared inside my tight ass. The pain was incredible, worse than anything I’ve ever felt. Then the fat head pulled all the way out and pushed all the way back in again. "That's it, baby, that's it," said my rapist. "Oh man, look at my cock going up your tight butt...."
With that, the dick stopped stroking and held its place inside my pucker for a minute; I could almost relax. Then, without warning, it started pushing in for real. I couldn't believe it, but now the thing was crammed almost halfway up my ass. There must have been at least 8 inches filling me. My asshole was stretched tight around it and the lube it kept squirting was dripping from my cheeks. Then it stopped again, waiting.
I thought for a brief moment that maybe it was over, but then it began to push inside me again. This time, there was no stopping or pause: it pushed-in hard. I watched my get ass filled completely by a dick bigger than any I've ever seen. It pushed and shoved and forced it's way entirely to the base. I screamed and cried out around the thick dick in my mouth. The pain was worse than anything.
The voice inside the headphones came back to taunt me again, of course, "Oh God baby... that tight little butt feels so good around my hard dick. I got it in man, I got it in all the fuckin' way. Now you're gonna get fucked for real."
And with that, the thing started to pull out. I felt like it was dragging my guts out with it. I watched through the visor as the camera showed me this huge, thick cock emerging from my ass. Meanwhile, of course, the big fat dick in my mouth continued throbbing and fucking, and the tube that was sucking my cock worked faster and rougher with each stroke. This thing was tearing me apart.
As the thick head of the fuck tool came out of my ass, it paused just a beat and began to force its way back in. Faster this time, and without any hesitation, it went all the way to the base and pulled back out. Each time it would pull completely out and then re-enter. I watched my ass swallow the huge monster over and over and over. It started going faster now, too. Rougher. The guy in the headphones said, "Oh yeah baby....oh yeah! That feels so fuckin' good man!"
I was in agony. I was being fucked up the ass by a huge dick, and fucked in the mouth by a smaller version; my own dick was being stroked by the suck- tube so fast that I thought it would rip off.
The huge dick really started to ram me hard now, thrusting with machine precision as I gagged from the dildo cock that was drilling my throat. Both dildo dicks were going all the way in and all the way out with each thrust.
My own dick was hard to the point of torture from all the sucking. I could see it past the tool that was drilling my ass, and it looked like it was gonna explode. The guy in the headphones said "Aw yeah man! Aw yeah!" and I felt the dick in my mouth stop thrusting, but increasing its pulsing as it shot thick goo down into my throat again. Then the tool in my ass stopped pummeling me and just continued to plant itself fully into my ass. I could feel it throb and pulse as it, too, shot load after load of cum into my guts. I couldn't help myself; my own dick shot off then and I had the mind-fucking best climax ever. I shot and shot and shot until I finally blacked-out.
When I woke up, I was free. The chair had resumed its regular shape, and I was no longer a prisoner. I could barely walk as I stumbled out of the torture lab, limp from the pain and agony.
I stumbled down the hall and back up the stairs. Everything was a blur, and my whole body hurt-most especially my ass and my dick. The machine had worked me over like nothing ever had before. I went into the guest room where I was staying and got in the shower. I stood there under the spray for an hour, trying to wash away the memory of what had just happened to me downstairs. I still couldn't believe it: that machine had held me down and raped my face and ass for two whole hours!
I got out of the hot spray, dried off half-heartedly, and fell into bed. It was hard to think that just a couple of hours ago everything had been normal. Now I was the recent victim of the meanest fucker ever devised. The crazy thing was that I didn't even have anyone to be mad at-I had willingly submitted myself to it. True, I hadn’t known the total control and torture it was designed to inflict, and I briefly felt a rush of anger at Dr. Kilmer, but fuck, he had told me to stay out of the basement. How the hell could such a 'normal' looking guy have ever created something that fucking sick and twisted anyway? Jesus!
Getting the Chair
Part 3 of 6
The next morning, I awoke late. No great surprise there, as I had been through a hell of a lot the previous evening. I stood up, stretched, and looked down at my naked 6-foot frame. My long dick was still red and stretched-looking from the suck-off tube. I went into the bathroom and used a hand mirror to check out my poor ass. That huge fuck-monster had plowed me relentlessly, and I was surprised that I even survived it. My hole was inflamed-looking, but there was no blood. It felt as if I had been fucked by a telephone pole, though. Thank God I hadn't set that duration for any more than 2 hours or things might have been way worse.
I dressed in some jeans and a T-shirt and went out to the kitchen. I made myself some toast and sat at the table thinking about the night before. I had NEVER done anything gay and I had never been with a guy before in my life. Last night, though, that machine had used two enormous dicks to fuck my mouth and ass and had made me come like mad. Yeah, it had been a horrible experience, but goddamn I’ve never cum like that! It actually made me blackout! The awful part was that when I thought about it, I could feel my long, 7-inch unit start to thicken in memory of the event. I didn't get it: how the fuck could I be feeling turned on when I had been force-fucked against my will? The whole thing was totally whacked.
I remembered that I had left my clothes downstairs the previous night when I got undressed for the 'massage'. I chided myself for being stupid about feeling afraid to go back down there. It wasn't like the chair was gonna grab me and fuck me again, obviously, and I needed to go back to get my stuff and wipe away any trace that Dr. Kilmer might see of my foray into his office. He would be gone at least another few days, but it seemed like a really bad idea to have evidence lying around of what had happened. How the fuck was I going to face Dr. Kilmer when he got back anyway? I still found it hard to fathom how he could be the guy responsible for making that twisted fuck-chair. It was literally the grossest thing I had ever heard of in 21 years of living.
I finally gathered up my courage and headed downstairs to the basement to get my clothes. When I got into Dr. Kilmer 's office, the chair was just sitting there normally. It didn't grab me and try to stick a dick down my throat or anything. It was, after all, just a machine.
I could see that the chair had done some kind of maintenance routine on itself since it was spotlessly clean; all traces of last night's fuck session: lube, sweat, etc., were gone. My clothes were lying on the desk where I had left them. The computer monitor was still on, of course. I sat down at the keyboard and read the screen:
'Routine SX7A Complete. Cleanup routine Complete. Next selection?' And then there was the same menu I had looked at last night before the nightmare. Fuck! There were at least 40 different 'selections,' but none of them gave a description of what they might entail. I looked for a ‘help’ icon, but nothing like that seemed to be available. Then again, Dr. Kilmer had mentioned that he still had much work to do on the machine before it was complete.
It had certainly done a number on my sore dick; I wondered if I'd ever be able to fuck again. I clicked the shutdown icon and the chair on the other side of the console retracted several of its mysterious 'arms'. The noise of the motors also stopped. The monitor went blank and the office became silent.
I walked over to the chair, feeling safer now that everything was shut off. I tried to get some idea of what the various attachments might be for, but there was no way to open the stainless steel enclosures which housed whatever waited inside. I knew at least a couple of these 'arms' had been responsible for the forced-fuck I got the night before. The big artificial dicks must retract inside when they aren't activated or in use, I thought. There were many other appendages on the machine, but it was impossible to tell what their purpose might be. Now that it was over, I found it difficult to picture myself trapped in that chair, impaled on two huge cocks, but the VR visor had certainly shown me the action close-up enough last night. I had to admit that I was much less afraid of the thing now that I could see it deactivated. Now it was just a chair; last night it was a mean rapist, taunting and fucking me ruthlessly. I took my clothes, turned off the lights, and locked the office.
I did some work around the house and watched TV a while that afternoon. As a matter of fact, I was watching a movie when the phone rang; it was Dr. Kilmer. He had just called to see how things were going and wondered if everything was OK. I told him that everything was fine. Obviously, I wasn't gonna mention that his robot-fuck-chair down in the basement had nearly screwed me to death the night before. He said that a partner of his would be over that afternoon to do some work downstairs in the office lab and that the guy had his own keys to everything he needed. He said just to let him in and help him with whatever, but that Rex, the guy who was coming over, shouldn't need anything much. I said fine and we hung up.
At about 2 PM, Rex showed up at the front door. He was a big guy, about two inches taller than myself, and looked like he must do a lot of free-weights or something. He had a short, black crew cut and was wearing jeans and a black T-shirt with another dark blue shirt over that, like a jacket. He looked to be about 28 or so.
"Hi, I'm Eric," I said, showing him in.
He looked at me briefly and walked past me as if I wasn't even there. "Yeah,” he said, heading for the house, "I'm Rex, Dr. Kilmer's associate. I'll be working downstairs for a few hours. I'll let you know if I need anything."
"Alright," I stated flatly, as I watched him let himself in the basement and close the door behind himself. Not real friendly, but whatever. At least I'd already cleared up the clothing I had left in the office last night so there wouldn't be any questions to answer about that!
I didn't hear anything from Rex for a couple of hours. Meanwhile, I made myself a sandwich and was eating it in front of the TV when the house intercom buzzed on the wall. I went over to it and said "Yeah? This is Eric."
"Eric, I am testing something down here and need you to help me with it. You have a key for the basement, right?" said the voice on the other end.
"Alright. I'll be there in a second." I replied and switched off the intercom.
I wasn't really too thrilled about helping this guy downstairs where the fuck-chair had done its thing last night, but Dr. Kilmer had told me to assist, so that was that. I headed down the stairs.
When I got to the office, Rex was sitting at the console, typing things on the keyboard. He looked up and said, "Good. What I need is for you to go sit in that chair while I try some things here."
I REALLY didn't want to do that. I almost said no, but couldn't think of any way out of it without looking like an idiot. So, I walked over to the chair and climbed in. I felt my stomach clench up and nausea tore at me as I remembered last night, in the same position, and how the chair had taken over and used me as a fuck toy. It was really unpleasant to be in that thing again.
"Now," Rex said from the desk, "Tell me at what point the vibration goes from 'pleasant' to 'too-strong.'"
He did some things to the controls and the chair started to massage and hum beneath me, lightly at first, then stronger. When it got to a certain point it seemed like too much, and I said so.
"Ok, that's just what I need to know," he said. "Stay there, as I have to calibrate several different controls and servos and I'll need you to tell me with each one."
He went through the same test with various parts of the chair, and I told him when the vibe was stronger than 'pleasant'. What I really wanted was to get the fuck out of this office and away from that machine.
"Now I will test the overall effect that we have established," Rex said and did something at the keyboard. The chair began to pulse and hum under me, feeling like a thousand little hands working on my whole body. Despite myself, I could feel my tension fade away and I lay back, enjoying the sensations.
Then, he must have done something to the controls because it stopped again. I looked up. “This is not working. Here's the problem, Eric," he said looking at me from the desk, "This thing is intended to be used on someone who is not wearing clothing, as with a normal massage. It would be better if you would shuck your pants and shirt so we can give it the test under real operating conditions."
I just looked at him.
"Uh," I stammered, "I'm not jazzed about that idea."
"Listen, kid," he replied, "I did 8 years in the Marines, taking my showers with 20 other guys every fuckin' morning. It ain't gonna kill you to drop your gear and help me with this shit.” Once again, I couldn't really tell him why I didn't want to cooperate, so I got up from the chair and pulled off my T-shirt. He sat there looking at me. "Go ahead with the jeans, dude, I would like to get this done sometime this year.”
Giving up, I reached down and pulled open the buttons on my 501's, revealing my pubes and dick. Yeah, I was 'commando'.
"No skivvies, huh?" he said, as I pulled off my jeans.
"I didn't know I'd be doing a strip show, fella," was my reply.
I could feel his dark gray eyes on me, and again I wished I could get out of this office. I went over to the chair and climbed in.
He went through a few tests and told me just to lie back while he worked. I did, and closed my eyes, wishing I weren't laying there naked in this fuck-machine again. Of all the damn things for him to want me to do!
After the vibrating massage had worked on me for a while, I began to feel more relaxed; I was almost sleepy. Rex continued to do things at the console. Then, suddenly, I felt something horribly wrong. I opened my eyes in time to see the stainless-steel bands closing over my wrists, ankles, neck, and forehead again…just like last night.
"NO!" I yelled and tried to sit up, but I was restrained in the chair again.
I couldn't look in his direction due to the restraints, but Rex got up from the desk and came to stand over me.
"So, Eric," he said, looking at me pinned in the chair, "How did you like your session on this last night?"
"What?" I stammered. "I didn't, uh, what are you talking about?”
"Eric, dude," he said smugly, "When I came in and went through the diagnostics, the first thing I noticed was that someone had been using this chair. I looked at the logs and saw program SX7A was running last night at 11:03 pm for a two-hour period. Then, I watched this." He held up a CDR. "It's an MPEG video log of you getting the shit fucked out of you by this machine. It's all right here. So, what do you have to say about that?"
"Goddamn! Just let me go!" I cried out. "I want out of this fucking place!"
"I don't think it's gonna be that easy," he said, leaning in close to my face. "I don't think it's gonna be that easy at all...."
As he spoke, I realized something awful. The voice … his voice, … was the one from the headphones during last night's rape session. He was the guy who supplied the dialogue for this thing. It was his recorded voice that had talked to me and taunted me last night while I was getting fucked. I felt like crying.
"I want out of this thing right now!" I screamed and thrashed against the metal bands that enclosed my nude body. "Let me fucking go!"
He looked down and smiled a little, then disappeared from my view as he went back over to the desk.
The lights in the office dimmed, and I wondered what the fuck was going to happen. The very last thing I wanted was to be strapped in this chair naked AGAIN, and that was exactly what I had allowed to happen. Shit!
I lay there for about a minute, hearing sounds from across the room where Rex was doing something, but I couldn't move my head to see. I heard tapping at the keyboard, and the chair started to vibrate and massage my nude body just like before, with me as the bound prisoner of its attention.
"Kid, I gotta say, that I am really fuckin' happy I came over to work this afternoon," Rex said from out of view. "I had no idea what a great surprise was waiting here.”
"Listen, I don't know what the fuck you guys are doing, and I don't give a shit. Just let me go. I'll leave and never say a word to anybody about this, I promise.” I hoped I could convince him to stop whatever he seemed to have in mind. This part was scaring me even more than last night's events. Then, it had just been me at the mercy of a mindless machine. Now, this guy seemed to have a whole plan worked out about what was gonna happen and I wanted nothing to do with it.
"Baby, I saw the video of you in this chair, getting off big time," Rex said as he walked back over to where I was stretched out on the chair. "Those records don't lie, man. You had the fuck of your life. It might not have been your choice, but it got you off. And it got me off watching you do it.”
Getting the Chair
Part 4 of 6
Rex stood over me, looking down at my nude body which was fastened securely to the chair. I could see he had taken off his shirt but not his pants. He was really muscular and had a tattoo on his right arm that said 'USMC’. He reached down and began to rub my chest and pecs with his hand. I felt sick.
"Here's the way it's gonna go, kid," he said, "I am getting ready to do some stuff to you that you probably won't like. That's just too fuckin' bad because I'm gonna do it anyway. You are in NO position to argue, you can't escape, and I won't stop no matter what you say. Does that compute?"
"Why the fuck are you doing this?" I demanded. "Just because I got trapped down here last night with this fucking machine of yours doesn't mean I liked it. I'm not gay! I don't want any of this shit!"
"Dude," Rex laughed, as he continued stroking my pecs, "I KNOW you're not gay, and I KNOW you don't want this. That's what makes it so fucking cool for ME. If you were cooperating, it wouldn't be any fun at all.” He paused and then decided to explain. “You see, this chair is being designed for the super-rich Arab entertainment market. The Emirs and Sheikhs over there in the Middle East countries like to erotically torture some of their … let’s say … ‘friends.’ Those ‘victims’ are not willing participants either. So, you being unwilling, is the ideal test. Dr. Kilmer and I never dreamed of being able to experiment on an unwilling individual, but … here you are.”
With that, he leaned over me and ran both hands over my body fully, feeling my swimmer's muscles and stopping to run a finger over my dick and nuts. Then he grasped my balls in one hand and pulled them roughly away from my body. I yelled, and that seemed to encourage him as he pulled even harder, looking me right in the eye.
"Ya got a nice package, kid. I'm gonna enjoy getting to know it better." With the hand that wasn't squeezing my nuts, he started to rub the bulge that had risen in the front of his jeans. "I'm gonna give you a chance to get to know THIS better too. Ya know that cock that stuffed your mouth last night? That was a molded replica of my own dick here," he said, massaging his crotch. "You're gonna get the real deal this time."
“I AM NOT GOING TO BE A FUCKING PARTICIPANT OF YOUR FUCKING EXPERIMENTS!” I yelled as loud as I could. He ignored me.
But his hand on my dick was making me hard. I didn't want it, and my poor unit was still sore from last night, but I couldn't help myself. I was getting a boner in this guy's hand and he was stroking it along. I couldn't look down, but I could feel my dick growing. The lump in his pants had gotten really fuckin' big too, as he rubbed through his jeans.
"Oh baby," he said, "This is soooo fucking sweet. We are gonna make a memory here."
I wanted to kill him. I thought of various things to say, but anything I offered up would only make things worse. Suddenly I lost it, I guess, and just started screaming and thrashing against the steel bonds that held me to the chair. “GET ME OUT OF THIS FUCKING TORTURE CHAIR!” He backed away and looked down, clearly amused.
"Kiddo, that noise isn't gonna get you anywhere. You surely must know that not one fuckin' person on Earth can hear you down here. Give it up." I yelled more. I called him a motherfucker and a fucking faggot. He stood there and rubbed the big bulge in his jeans while I struggled.
"I think I know a way to quiet you down a little," he said mockingly. "Lookie here...."
With that, he started undoing his jeans. He pulled them off easily and stood there in white bikini briefs. I could see him rubbing the massive lump at the crotch; his dick was almost full-on hard now. He saw me looking at it and came closer, aiming the bulge at my face.
"Ya see this, dude? This is the same cock, but in a smaller size, that face-fucked you all night and shot jizz down your throat. And at this actual size, it the same cock that fucked your ass."
He pulled off the white bikinis and I got my first look at his dick. It did indeed look just the same as the one the machine had used on me. He stroked it a little and it was now shiny and hard, at least 9 inches, maybe closer to 10. He wadded up his underwear and stuffed them into my mouth. I tried to spit them out, but it was no use, he was in control.
"Now," he said, standing there naked and hard, "I think I've heard everything out of you that I need to hear for a while. Let's have some fun.”
He walked out of my sight and I heard clicking at the keyboard. A moment later I felt, but couldn't really see, that suck-tube sliding down over my dick. I felt clear gel fill the tube, just like last time, and then in a minute or two, it started to slowly coax my dick hard by slowly sucking and stroking me. My human tormentor returned now and started running his hands over my chest again, paying special attention to my nipples.
He started to pinch them, lightly at first, but then harder and meaner. I gasped through the underwear stuffed in my mouth, but he looked intent on his task. Clearly, he was accustomed to this kind of action and knew exactly what he was doing. I, on the other hand, could only hope that somehow I could figure out a way to stop this shit before it went too far.
Rex leaned over me and started to suck on my nipple. That, combined with the suction on my dick from the tube, was making me aroused. I wondered to myself how the hell any of this could feel good when all I really wanted was for it to stop.
I felt teeth as Rex bit down on my nipples, going from one to the other. At first, he did it lightly, but then he started to get rough, pulling and biting hard. I squeezed my eyes shut and moaned from the pain. When I looked at him again, he seemed excited by my discomfort and I could see him watching my face while he bit and sucked on my now hard nipples.
"God, baby, you look really sweet like that, laying there helpless while I give you pain." He reached up and stroked my cheeks with his hand as he continued intermittently biting and hurting my sensitive little nips. I had never even had a chick suck my nipples like this before, much less a dude.
He stood up completely and started stroking his long, thick cock. It was just inches from my face; I tried to look away. He saw this and thrust his dick forward, rubbing it over my face and eyes. I yelled at him through the underwear stuffed in my mouth, but he seemed to get off on that, too. He pushed his dick harder against my face, thrusting against it randomly. All I could see was his giant cock forcing itself against me at close range. He stopped and looked down now at the slow blowjob I was getting from the suck tube.
"Looks like we got that big blonde dick all ready for action. How's that suck rhythm, kid? Should we turn it up some?"
I shook my head "NO" violently, and he smirked. He disappeared and, of course, I felt the suck tube’s speed double and increase intensity. My dick was getting rough-stroked now, and the added suction was making it hurt. I looked up to see Rex standing next to me, stroking his big dick. "I think you can guess what I want you to do to this, baby boy," he said, stroking his unit in the direction of my face. "But I'm worried that you're gonna get some ideas about biting my dick off... So, I have a little insurance policy here."
He held up a remote-control unit of some kind.
"This little guy controls the current to a wire which feeds into that tube that is working on your dick right now. Let me show you." He aimed the remote at my dick like a gun. I screamed.
It felt as if a million needles were stuck in my cock all at once as the electricity filled me. It only lasted a couple of seconds, but I started sweating and screaming through the gag for him to stop.
"Yeah. I thought that would give you the idea," he said, looking down at me. "I can make that last a long time if you do anything I don't like. Got it?"
I nodded quickly, “Yes.”
Rex proceeded to climb onto the chair with me. He did something with the remote and my arms moved to a position spread over my head. Then he straddled my chest with his thick, muscular legs and looked down, removing the underwear gag from my mouth. I breathed deeply and looked at him.
"Please don't do this! Please!" I implored. He grinned and thrust his crotch toward my face. I closed my eyes. Soon, I could feel the spongy head of his dick moving back and forth over my lips.
"Jesus baby, your mouth is so fuckin' sweet. I gotta get in that mouth, kid. I gotta have it."
I knew it was useless to fight; I didn't want the electro-shock on my dick again. I opened my eyes and looked at him straddling my face - he was rubbing that huge cock against my mouth. Fearing the worst shock of my life, I forced myself to open my lips and let him in.
I heard him moan in pleasure as his tool entered my mouth. The thickness was uncomfortable as I tried to stretch my lips around the thing. Last night, when I was being face-fucked by the chair with a smaller version of his dick, I didn't have to worry about doing it 'right.' With Rex's real dick in my mouth, I either sucked him good or got my cock shocked.
He pushed forward, completely filling my mouth, and his long dick started to move down my throat. I could hear him moaning "Oh yeah, oh yeah" as he began to fuck my face. He began to thrust his hips, withdrawing and humping as if he were fucking a woman. I gagged and sputtered as his dick violated my throat.
Meanwhile, my own cock was being unrelentingly stroked and sucked by the tube. It was too rough to feel good and added torment to the fact that a guy was shoving his dick in my mouth. I could see Rex's face as he looked down and admired his handiwork. He was really getting off seeing me helpless like this: force-sucked and face-fucked. He thrust in and out, in and out, harder and meaner with each stroke. I could barely breathe at all now with his big tool pushing so fast, and there was no way to stop it.
I was surprised at how long Rex was able to keep fucking me like that; it went on forever. Then I felt him tense up, and his dick seemed to swell even bigger in my throat. I heard him yell, and the next thing I felt was shot after shot of hot cum going into my throat and down. He was shoving it in so far it was shooting straight into my stomach. He pressed his cock in as hard as he could and wiggled his ass as he filled me with jizz. All I could do was lay there and hold my breath and wait for him to finish. My dick was past the point of agony from the suck- tube. God, how I wanted this to be over!
When he finished coming, Rex pulled his fat dick from my throat and I struggled to catch my breath. "Oh God, baby. That was so fuckin' good. Soooo fuckin' good. Oh man!" Rex was saying as he looked down from his position straddling my neck. He took his dick in his hand and rubbed it all over my eyes, mouth, and face, looking satisfied.
"Please, Rex! Take that thing off my dick, man! It hurts!"
"Awwww. Does your cock want my machine to stop sucking it for a while? Too bad... Ain't gonna happen. That’s not an option for this experiment," was his reply, and he climbed off of me.
He disappeared from my field of vision, and I lay there feeling the warm, vibrating tube sucking up and down, up and down, on my aching cock. I was in too much pain to cum, but my dick felt like it was going to burst. The machine kept going.
I closed my eyes, trying to will away the pain in my dick. I could hear myself sobbing and moaning. I felt the sensation of those headphones closing in over my ears. The noises of men fucking came on and permeated my head. It was loud, so loud that I couldn't hear anything else. The guys were groaning "Oh yeah! Take that dick! Take it!" in my head, and the tube was working steadily on my cock, making it the center of my universe.
Now the virtual visor was moved into place over my eyes. The camera turned on and I could see Rex; he was standing at the foot of the chair. He did something with the remote and my legs were spread far apart, making me vulnerable to whatever the bastard had in mind. I watched in disbelief as the camera showed him kneel in between my spread legs, then zoomed in on his face. The fucker looked into the camera and winked at me.
He moved his mouth between my thighs and I could feel him start to suck my balls. The camera moved again to show me his mouth on my sack. He licked and sucked one, then both balls into his mouth. Meanwhile, the tube was still pumping away on my dick, and the fuck noises were hard and heavy in my ears. This was total immersion sex. I was locked in focus, no distractions.
Rex began to get rough with my balls now, biting down on them and pulling my sack hard with his teeth. I heard myself yell over the noise in the headphones. He seemed to like that and did it rougher. Each time I would yell, he would take my balls in his teeth and shake them back and forth hard, like a dog with a chew toy. It was agony on top of agony, and he was clearly having a blast.
Then he pulled my balls to one side with his hand and did something I didn't expect. He started to lick and tongue my asshole.
He knew what he was doing. I had never been in more pleasure that when his hot tongue started to push and tease my hole. I watched on the cam as he literally buried his face in my buns and tongue-fucked my ass. The sensation was unlike anything I've ever experienced. He went on and on with this tongue play until, eventually, I felt myself struggling against the restraints again, trying to make him stop somehow. It was too much: the sucking, the tongue fucking, it was driving me crazy! He and the machine went on, giving me no rest or reprieve.
After a time, I got to a point where I know I just cried and babbled because he wouldn't stop and I couldn't cum. I don't know why, but the machine was blowing my dick to the point that the pain wouldn't let me get off. It hurt so bad, and Rex's tongue on my asshole felt so good. I had no idea a tongue could do that! I was thrashing back and forth, trying to get away from it.
Eventually, Rex tired of this game and looked up at me through the camera lens. He must have also done something to the machine, because the sucking on my dick stopped, and I felt the tube withdraw from my exhausted cock for the first time since this had started. My dick felt numb. The visor went dark and the fucking soundtrack on the headphones went quiet. Everything went quiet and still.
I was suddenly moved from a world of over-stimulation to one of no stimulation at all. I couldn’t see or hear, and all the torment from Rex and the fuck-chair ceased; it was almost scarier than when I was being tortured. I lay there for an unknown amount of time with no clue as to what was coming next. I kept hoping maybe Rex was done with me, had gotten his jollies, and was ready to turn me loose.
I suddenly felt something going on between my legs. I obviously couldn't see, but I had the sensation of something being fastened around my cock and balls. I had worn a cock ring a couple of times and it was like that. Next, I could definitely feel something being maneuvered into my asshole. Rex was down there doing some hellish thing, and no doubt he would soon let me know what it was.
Nothing happened at first, but then the headphones retracted and the visor moved away from my eyes. In the dim light of the office, I could see Rex; he was standing beside me as I lay on the fuck-chair. He reached down and petted my hair. I felt like spitting at him but didn't dare.
"Ok, kid. Now we're gonna play a different game. It's called: ‘I am going to tell you what to do, and you are going to do it without hesitation.’ Do you understand?"
I said yes.
"Fine." He held up the remote and said, "This is the control for the cock ring I attached to you. It's a special cock ring that has batteries and a little electrode on a wire that runs right up your ass. That was what you felt me inserting just now. It's locked on until I take it off. Understand?"
"Now I will show you how it works."
Getting the Chair
Part 5 of 6
With that, he walked away from me a few steps and did something at the keyboard on the desk. Easy as pie, my restraints cycled open and left me laying there, a free man. I felt like crying.
"Stand up," Rex said.
I was shaky and barely able, but I climbed off the table and stood on my feet. I looked at him and wondered what he thought was going to keep me from killing him now. Yeah, he was bigger than me, but I wasn't sure that would matter.
I thought about it a second and made a decision: I quickly made an attempt to get at him where he stood by the desk.
As soon as I made the slightest move, he saw my intent and pushed the remote. White light filled my head and I screamed as the cock ring and the embedded wire in my ass sent about a zillion volts of electricity through me. I fell immediately to the floor and wrenched a couple of times. I thought I was gonna puke.
"Ok," Rex said from where he stood. "Now you understand why that was a really bad idea, don't you? I wouldn't try it again. I can make it last longer. Much longer. Now stand up, dickhead."
I struggled to my feet and stood there silently. Yeah, I was released from the fuck table, but I was still a dog on a leash for this guy. I couldn't think of anything to do. I wanted to bash his head in.
"Now, Eric, I'm gonna lay down here in this great chair you've been enjoying the past two days, and you're gonna do what I tell you to. Right?"
"Yes," I said, fighting back the rage and tears.
He came back to where I was in the red chair. He was still naked, but neither of us was hard anymore. My own dick looked red and tormented like it had been through hell; well, I guess that was because it had.
Rex climbed into the chair and laid back. It was in a semi-reclining position now, so he wasn't actually lying down. I wondered what he had in mind.
"I want you to climb up here between my legs," he said and spread them apart.
I got on the chair and took a position between his thighs. He reached down and stroked my long blonde hair and my face.
"So fuckin' pretty, baby. You’re so fuckin' pretty. I want you to lick my balls now, man. You're gonna learn how to do the things that make a guy feel good."
Jesus. I thought of trying to get that remote away from him, but I didn't think I could get it without him zapping me again. The memory of the pain made me decide to cooperate - for now.
I put my head between his legs and got close to his nuts; they smelled like balls alright. I stuck out my tongue and licked, and felt him put his free hand on the back of my head, pulling me in tighter to his crotch.
I licked more and started to suck his nuts, just as he had done when he had me restrained in the chair. I hated it and wanted to stop, but his hand pulled me in closer, and he began to groan a little as I sucked.
"Now baby, go down and tongue my ass," Rex said in his deep voice.
I hated it, but I continued licking and moved lower to his ass. He pulled up his legs, spread them wider to give me access, and pushed my head between his ass cheeks.
I stuck out my tongue and began to work on his hole. This was nothing at all like eating out a chick. I licked slowly at first, along the outer parts, hoping that would be good enough. It wasn't. Rex pulled my head deep between his legs and made me stick my tongue all the way in. He kept pushing my head harder and harder, even though I was tongue- fucking him as deep as I could.
"Oh God, yeah man. That's it. Don't fuckin' stop, baby," Rex was moaning as he pressed my head so hard I could barely breathe. All I could do was lick and try to get him off so I could be done.
After about 15 minutes of this, he let up on my head. I pulled back and tried to catch my breath, but he grabbed my long hair and pulled my head to his dick. It was hard now, and it was obvious that I was supposed to suck it. At least I wasn't pinned down being face-fucked this time.
I opened my mouth wide and stretched my lips over the big head. It throbbed against my tongue as I forced myself to go down lower. Rex got impatient and grabbed my hair, forcing me down hard all the way. I gagged and choked, but he ignored that and started using my hair to pull me up and down on his huge dick. I tried to use my hand to help keep him from choking me, but he knocked it away roughly and continued using my head like a sex toy.
His hard, thick cock hurt as he roughly shoved it down my throat. "Suck it, man! Suck it! Take that fat dick down your throat like you want it!" Rex yelled and shoved it in deeper and harder. I was in misery trying to suck this guy off.
Eventually, he got enough of the rough suck he was making me do and pulled my head off his cock. I lay there panting with my head against his thigh.
"Come up here. Climb on top of me," he said quietly. I did, and soon I was on him, looking him right in the face.
"Kiss me," he said, without a trace of emotion.
I tried to control my disgust and leaned forward to kiss him on the mouth. I had never kissed a dude before, and despite all the gay sex I had recently been forced into, this still felt really weird.
He laughed at me. "Jesus, kid, you can't kiss worth shit. You've got a lot to learn." And then he grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head against his. Soon, his tongue was in my mouth and he was doing things to me that I couldn't deny were turning me on. I reluctantly used my tongue on him too, and we kept this up for several minutes, lip-locked and swapping spit. Finally, he let me go and looked at me again.
"I felt your pretty blonde dick get hard against my stomach while I was making you kiss me, baby. You liked that, huh?"
I hated him. "Yeah, I guess," I lied. But my dick was hard as a rock now. His kissing me like that had made me get hard. It made me hate him even more.
"Straddle my face, just like I did to you. You are going to get your dick sucked now by something other than the machine," Rex ordered.
I sighed inwardly and did as he said. After I straddled his face I wondered what he expected, exactly, but I just decided to treat him like I would have a chick and stuck my cock against his lips. He opened his mouth and sucked the head in like a pro. It felt good, and I hated that too.
He grabbed my ass and pulled my whole dick down in one gulp. I was surprised to see my dick go down someone's throat because most chicks can only take it part way. Soon his sucking got me so hot that I couldn't help it and I started fucking his mouth just like he had done to me. I forced it all the way in and pulled out with every stroke.
He wouldn’t let me stop, even when I knew I was getting ready to shoot. He pulled my ass and made my dick go all the way down until I yelled and started to cum; I couldn't believe how strong it was. I shot and shot as Rex kept me tightly pulled to his face. I had no choice, and the intensity of the orgasm made it seem that much more twisted to me. I hated him for making me cum like this.
When I was done shooting I tried to pull out, but he wouldn't let me. He kept sucking and kept my dick in his face by grabbing me around the ass. It didn't take long before the pleasure of the blowjob I had just gotten turned into another torture, as Rex made me keep getting sucked even though my dick was spent and hurting.
Now he added a new trick to this sick game. I felt him slowly shoving his middle finger up my ass as he continued to force-suck me. I tried to stop his action on my dick, but I couldn't and, against my will, I was getting hard again; it hurt like hell.
Meanwhile, Rex had added a second finger up my ass and was stretching it wider while fucking them in and out of me. The brief pleasure I had received while I got off in Rex's mouth was gone and the pain of what he was making me do now replaced it. My dick hurt so bad as he continued to suck it harder and harder. I cried out in agony and that seemed to spur him on as he sucked even faster and added a third finger to my ass. I was grunting steadily now, the fingers pushing and stretching me wide.
Four fingers. The bastard shoved four inside me and continued to suck. He moved his fingers continuously in and out of my tender ass and I did my best not to scream as he opened me up.
I was wondering if he would actually try to get his whole hand up my ass, but then he stopped, pushed me away from his face, and said, "Ok, baby. I think you know what comes next.... have a seat."
I looked down at his dick; it was rock hard. I looked at him and pleaded, "Come on man, let me just suck you off again. My ass hurts so much already from last night! I'll do whatever you want, just don't make me sit on that dick, please!"
He laughed. "Nuh-uh. You're gonna ride my dick until I blow my wad in your ass, and you're gonna like it. "He lay back and looked at me expectantly. Slowly, and with all my resolve, I edged back and positioned myself over his cock.
He reached between my legs and grabbed his big dick, pointing it straight up at my hole.
"Down on it."
I lowered my ass until I felt the thick head touch my hole. Then I held my breath and let my weight take me further down. Fuck! It already hurt as soon as it started pushing in, and it wasn't even in yet! “Down!" Rex yelled, grabbing my nuts, squeezing tight and yanking hard.
I yelled from pain and pushed my ass down further on the huge rod. I felt it agonizingly force my asshole open, pushing inside me. Somehow the fact that I was being MADE to do this to myself, instead of having someone else do it, made it that much worse.
I pushed and let my weight carry me further down on that big dick until I nearly sat on his belly. Rex groaned "Oh fuck yeah!" and I could tell he was loving it. I felt like it was tearing me apart. "Keep goin' man, there's plenty more. Sit all the way down on my fuck stick." Rex growled, so I sat down further, feeling the big thing sliding roughly inside me. Finally, I was down as far as I could go; the pain was horrible, I could feel myself shaking.
"Ride me, mother fucker. Ride that dick!" Rex yelled and yanked my balls hard.
I started to pump up and down on that big fuck stick; it hurt so bad I was moaning and grunting with each stroke. "Faster!" Rex yelled. I went faster, quickening the rhythm, enhancing my own torture as I was impaled on Rex's huge cock, forced to ride it hard for him.
"Now, baby, jack off your dick," Rex hissed. I told him “No.”
"DO it!" he insisted.
I reached forward and took hold of my aching cock while I rode him. My dick was semi-hard from all the non-stop sexual activity, but I was in no condition for a jack-off session. I stroked it anyway, knowing I would be punished if I didn't. Soon, to my surprise, the motion of Rex's dick up my ass caused me to get a full hard-on again. Rex grabbed my dick away from me and started jacking it roughly.
"Now ride me hard while I make you shoot!" he said and fisted my dick furiously. It hurt, but once again, I was past the point of pain and was only doing what I had to, what I was being made to do. I fucked myself harder and faster on Rex's enormous cock. I could feel it punching my insides like a jackhammer. Rex continued pumping my dick in his fist and my vision started to go black around the edges. I screamed out and felt my whole body convulse as my cock exploded in Rex's hand and sprayed him with thick white cum. He yelled too and fucked his hips wildly against my ass as my whole world came to an end and I collapsed against his body. I couldn't do anymore. I was spent.
I laid there on him for several minutes, impaled on his throbbing cock. I WAS SO GLAD WE WERE FINISHED! FUCK! This horrible day was finally over. Thank God!
He pushed me off of him and then he got up off the chair; I guess he was exhausted too. I was anxious to get upstairs, shower, and … crash on my bed
Then he told me to get back on the chair, but this time, face down, on my belly. What the fuck? I was still limp and exhausted and without the wherewithal to realize what he was up to. The chair was all extended - horizontal - like a bed. I lay there on my stomach for a second or two and felt the chair move under me, changing shape. Next Rex was back, arranging my arms over my head and my legs apart. I heard a click and twisted my head to the right to see the thick metal restraint bands back on my wrists. I tried to move my legs and discovered that they, too, were secured again. I was too tired to even bother trying to fight.
I couldn't see behind me, but Rex took care of that. The VR visor was attached to my face again, and in it, I could see Rex standing behind me. He waved for the cam as he positioned himself between my forced-spread and vulnerable ass. The cam zoomed into the action, and I could see him rubbing the huge head of his dick over my asshole. I could feel him getting ready to fuck me from behind and I was forced to watch.
He suddenly pushed with his hips and I yelled as his big prick started pushing up my ass. He wasted no time with foreplay and started pumping me hard. It felt like a bulldozer was fucking me, he pushed so rough and fast. He drilled me like that, fast and hard, for at least 20 minutes, sweating heavily on me until we were both soaked. Then he stopped and propped himself up on his elbows while lying fully against my back. His hard rod fully impaling me, he whispered in my ear:
"Hey, baby. How ya doin'?”
"Fuck you," was all I could manage to say.
He pulled out and then pushed back in really rough. His weight was fully on me and his dick was all the way inside my ass.
"I think we need to invite your friend to join us here, man. I think you'd like that a lot...."
Getting the Chair
Part 6 of 6
I had no idea what he was talking about. The angle in the visor changed now and moved in behind where Rex had me pinned, fucking me on the chair. As the camera pulled back, I could see the enormous black fuck monster that had drilled me so savagely last night positioning itself behind us.
"NO!" I yelled as I could feel Rex start to hump me. "NO! Don't do it!" I screamed.
The camera showed me what I had already guessed, that the chair’s mechanical fuck tool was gonna push into my ass while Eric, laying on top of me, was also fucking me. I was about to get fucked by two huge cocks at the same time!
I fought against my restraints to no effect, and Rex fucked and nuzzled his mouth against my ear. "Oh God baby, this is gonna be soooo fucking cool!"
I could see that huge fucker lined up against my ass. It drooled white jizz and throbbed as if eager to get on with the job. I cried to myself and watched it start to push against my hole, already stuffed tight with Rex's big dick. He continued to fuck in and out while the machine worked at a slightly slower pace, gently punching the big head of its cock against my already full ass.
Rex cooed and bit my neck while he fucked me. "Awwww yeah! You feel that, baby? You feel that big dick getting ready to join me inside your little ass? Oh God yeah!"
I could feel it for sure. It was tearing me apart as it insistently pushed against my hole and smeared jizz-lube to help it make its way inside. I could see it start to make progress as my ass widened to take it in a little. It pushed against Rex's dick and squeezed in alongside it now, entering deeper. I heard Rex moan in pleasure and myself scream in pain.
The pressure of the thing against my butt was too great, and I gasped as it slid into my ass. It pushed hard and buried itself in, right along with Rex's huge tool, and started to slowly fuck.
Rex started fucking with it. The two of them worked in unison now to stretch my ass open wide enough to take them both. I watched as the big black dildo finally pushed all the way in, and Rex shoved his own dick right in with it. They paused, and then the machine took over and started to fuck. He must have set it for a rough fuck because it didn't play around. I heard Rex grunting steadily as the big machine cock fucked my ass, along with his dick, in long, hard strokes. He bit me and taunted me while I strained to take the huge cocks up my ass. The torment was unbelievable, and Rex seemed to love watching me suffer.
I watched the two rapists fuck me like that for at least twenty minutes. At last, Rex couldn't hold off anymore and started drilling me even harder than the fuck machine. He screamed and flooded my ass with hot cum. The machine also tensed up and pumped me full of jizz while Rex was still thrusting. It was beyond anything.
I remember gasping when Rex and the machine finally finished. Rex pulled out, but the enormous black mechanical fuck tool stayed inside my ass.
Rex got off of my back, kissed my neck from behind, and said, "Night, night kiddo. See ya in the morning.” And with that, I heard him leave. I was still restrained in the chair with the huge mechanical dildo up my ass, but at least it was motionless. Eventually, I must have fallen asleep or just passed-out.
I awoke several hours later, I guess; I had no way to tell how much time had passed. The VR visor was still over my eyes but turned off now, and I was in total blackness. My ass hurt. I could feel the big mechanized dildo still fully inserted into me, gently throbbing and humming. At least it hadn't been set to continue fucking me after Rex had finished his part, or I would probably now be literally insane from the agony. I was restrained in a kind of straddle over the fuck-chair, with my ass up and vulnerable. I tried to get more comfortable, but since my legs and wrists were totally immobilized, I had no choice but to stay exactly as Rex had left me.
I tried to sleep again, hoping that eventually, Rex would come back down to let me out of this and then, hopefully, that would be the end of my ordeal. Surely this asshole wasn't crazy enough to actually kidnap me and hold me as his sex toy prisoner for an extended amount of time. Problem was, that I had told my roommate and friends that I would be out of town at least a week when I had agreed to watch Dr. Kilmer's house. They had no reason to come looking for me for at least four more days. If Rex continued his sexual assault on me any further, I was sure to be either dead or insane. It was frightening.
I strained my ears, listening for any sign that Rex was in the room or that anything else was happening, but all I could hear was the sound of the machinery that operated this goddamn chair humming around me. After a time I slept again, exhausted from my continuing ordeal.
The next time I became conscious, I was startled and jolted awake by the realization that Rex was here, next to me, slowly stroking my hair and back.
"Hey, kid. You still alive?" was his opening taunt. I could see him smiling somewhat, and I realized that he had removed my visor. As I became more awake, I also realized the big fuck tool had been withdrawn from my poor ass as I slept, relieving the uncomfortable fullness. My wrists and ankles were still restrained in cold, stainless steel bands, however, keeping me motionless.
"Answer me," he said, looking more serious.
"Yeah, I'm fucking alive. No thanks to you, you fucking psycho! You've had your fun, why don't you just let me go now and we'll call it even," I said, not bothering to be polite.
"Is that any way to talk to a guy who showed you such a good time last night?" he quipped. "I would have thought you'd be all grins and giggles this morning."
"You've gotta be kidding. You have done the most horrible things to me that anyone has ever done in my whole life! And you fucking think it's all a big joke? What the hell is the matter with you? Let me go!" I said, tears of rage involuntarily coming forth. He stopped petting my hair, leaned down and kissed me lightly on the cheek, then stepped back.
"Fine. We've obviously got a lot more work to do here; I have time. And, you don't know it yet, but so do you. I am going to let you loose from the chair now. Around your pretty dick and balls is my control gadget, just in case you get to feeling feisty again. I've got the remote right here," he said, holding up the device he had used once before to subdue me. I was not looking for another painful shock like that.
He sat in the chair of the console and I heard tapping. The metal around my limbs retracted immediately, leaving me ‘free’, at least as free as I could get for the moment. I could barely move, having been restrained all night such as I had been. I turned over and sat on my naked, sore ass, rubbing my wrists which were red and swollen from my attempts to pull out of the restraints during my fuck session. I finally remembered to look up at my assailant: Rex stood there in his jeans, no shirt, looking pretty neutral- not like that sex-crazed animal who had butt fucked me savagely for hours.
"Here," he said, offering me a tumbler of water. "I'm sure you can use some liquids by now. We had quite a workout last night."
I quickly drank all of the water in one go; I was fucking thirsty, hungry, sore, and pissed-off. Mostly, though, I was still scared. I quietly wondered if this guy would kill me or something. How far was he gonna go to get his sick jollies, and what would he do with me when he was finished?
He took the glass back from me and set it aside, looking at me as I sat there sideways on the chair, rubbing my poor hurting parts. My dick was as red and distended as I've ever seen it. It had been sucked to the point of bursting last night, and I hoped it wasn't permanently damaged. I surveyed my body in silence, noting some redness here and there, but overall, I was intact. I had no idea a human body could take that kind of punishment and still be functional.
"Yeah, I'm sure you've got an achy-breaky ass today. Getting fucked hard will do that to a guy. You'll live. Let's go upstairs and get you cleaned up and fed. We need to have a discussion."
He gestured to the door; I climbed down from the chair and walked ahead of him, down the hall and up the stairs. Somehow, just being free of the basement where I had experienced all the chair torture made me feel much better about things. As we walked, I looked down at my cock. The thick stainless steel cock ring was firmly locked around my dick and balls, and I could see that it had a tiny built-in battery pack that my nuts rested against. A thick cord ran from the pack between my legs. I knew from what Rex had already told me that it went up my ass to an electrode situated there. I wondered how hard it would be to get that thing off my dick without having the key. It looked to be on tight, pushing my big dick and balls out ahead of me, almost as if I had a semi hard-on. I resolved to try to get it off as soon as I had the chance.
Rex told me to head for the shower in the guest room where I was staying. I did, and soon I was under the warm spray of the water. I tried to close the shower door, but he told me to leave it open so he could keep an eye on what I was doing.
"I don't need you trying any stupid crap when you think I can't see you," he said.
I soaped my sore body and wished I could also wash away the events of the past two days. Things had gone from bad to ridiculously bad. It seemed unlikely I could make an escape with this big dude keeping a constant vigil over me, and of course, he had his remote control cock- shocker. I already knew from experience that it could put me down instantly.
Rex leaned into the shower and took the soap from me as I washed. He told me to turn around, and he then proceeded to lather my ass crack around the ass plug I was wearing. I jerked and trembled.
"Relax man. I'm not out to have any fun with your little butt right at the moment. I'm just checking to be sure you're OK and that my gadget is where it's supposed to be up there," he said, probing me completely.
He turned me around by the shoulders and rinsed off the soap from his hand while rubbing my buns and rinsing them too. It was a curiously warm gesture, coming from the fucker who had raped and tortured me throughout the night. I stood in silence and endured his attention. After I finished the shower and dried off, I went to the bedroom and started looking for some clothes.
"Nope. I like you just fine the way you are, baby." Rex intoned, taking me by the shoulder and leading me out of the bedroom. "It's not cold in here, and I like watching your pretty blonde cock swing around as you walk." He giggled, and I sighed. What a fucking bastard this guy was.
In the kitchen, I ate some cereal, toast, and drank a big glass of orange juice; I was starving from last night's session with Rex. I guess getting fucked uses up a lot of energy. Rex had apparently already eaten and sat at a fancy-looking laptop, reading while I ate. I assumed he was probably catching up on the news. I often used my own laptop here to do the same.
"I want you to see something," he said after we had sat in an uncomfortable silence for quite a while. He turned the screen to his laptop around so that I could see it, and there were pictures of me from last night. Obviously, he had made screen captures from the video logs downstairs and now wanted to show me his work.
The captures he had chosen were graphic, showing my face stretched around his fat cock, showing me with my head thrown back in pain while he fucked me from behind, showing me licking and tonguing his ass. I started to feel nauseous and stopped eating.
"These pics are Stage II of my insurance policy that you will continue cooperating with me here, Eric. I have loaded these, and about 200 others, onto a server. The footage shows you having fun in all kinds of ways downstairs, both with me and with the chair."
"Yeah," I stammered. "That's just fuckin' great. Are you gonna open up a website for rapists now, asshole?"
He laughed at me. "Nothing so public. Not yet anyway. What I have arranged is more personal. I went into your room this morning and used your laptop. Hope ya don't mind," he winked.
"While I was looking through your data files I found your address book." He punched-up something on his own laptop and turned it so that I could see. "Here, kid, are the names of all your little friends from school, some of your teachers, relatives, and even your parents. Correct?"
I looked. "Yeah..." I admitted. What the fuck was he up to now?
"What I have arranged, in order to keep you quiet about what we do here, is for all those pictures, and the video, of course, to be sent automatically to each of these people in the event that I don't check into the server and enter a password each day. Understand?"
I did. He had me by the nuts again this time for sure. There was no fucking way I wanted any of that shit to be seen by all the people who knew me. I was screwed again, in more ways than one. I felt myself start to cry. I'm not a crybaby, but I was at the end of my rope here.
"What the fuck are you trying to get out of me?" I yelled through the tears. "How much more do you think I can take? I've already sucked you and had your dick inside me fifty different ways! I just want to forget about this now and get out of here. I won't say a fucking word. You know I won’t, I can’t, since you have all that degrading evidence on me. I just want out of this place, now!"
He sat back and looked at me calmly. I cried more and looked at the images of my torture on his laptop. This whole thing was fucked-up beyond belief from the beginning and got worse and worse with each passing minute. I couldn't think of one goddamn thing to do to make it be over.
"Listen, kid, I know you're pissed, and I totally understand. But you are going to have to live with the idea that I'm in control of you now. Period. Unless you want those pictures scattered all over the Internet, you will do exactly as I say. I can't watch you every second of the day and night. This way, you have incentive to obey me. You can either sit back and enjoy the ride or fight it out every step of the way; either is fine by me. If you succeed in hurting or even killing me with something when I'm not looking, the pictures go out automatically if I don’t log in every day to stop it. If you leave here without my permission, the pictures go out. Anything you do to cause problems will make me send them; that's just the way it's gonna be. Think carefully before you make your next move." And with that, he got up and left the room, leaving me sitting there feeling sick, lost, and utterly alone.
I finished eating and sat there for a while. If there was some way out of this shit, it wasn't coming to mind. All I had wanted was a simple fuckin' summer job, and now I was at the mercy of this prick. What did he want? Hell, he'd already fucked me and used me like a sex toy, what more could he think I had to give?
At least it would all be over soon…..
But … did it really end like that? Was Rex the dominating bastard Eric had to submit to? For how long? And what was Dr. Franz Kilmer really doing in his lab? Was it really just a massage chair or was it more diabolical? Hint: the relationship between all these people changes to something you would never have imagined. Read the sequel in 2 days., to get the full truth.
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