The Facility - Ryan

Please note this is a direct continuation of The Facility – Ryan Chapter 1. The below won’t make sense without reading the earlier chapter, so do recommend a read (or read-read) of the first installation before you continue. 

People often say death is ‘too good’ for someone, and this story explores that. A strong warning this story is dark and will not be for all readers, so please use discretion if any of the keywords listed are not for you. 

I held Simone’s hand as I led the way through the forest. We took our time and I stopped to point out safe places to step and rocks and obstacles to avoid. I moved fallen sticks and branches out of her way and made sure she felt supported as we made our way to the cabin. Her small hand was so soft and gentle in my own, and as we walked we talked about our lives and planned future together; I knew I was the luckiest young man in the world.

Eventually we broke through the trees and into the glade surrounding my family’s log cabin, having taken the long-way walk through the forest rather than via the main entrance. I pulled Simone up in front of me, wrapping my arms around her from behind and resting my head on her shoulder. She looked at me, blushing and suddenly shy before I took her mouth in my own. We kissed passionately and I tried to put all my love for her into the kiss, showing her just how much she meant to me and how much the gift she was giving me this weekend would mean. Simone reached up and behind my neck to gently run her hands through my hair, the feeling amazing and her fingers stroked across my scalp. She broke away and whispered “I love you”.

“Bout time you two love birds finally made it!” was yelled from the porch as Simone and I startled.

I came to alertness, jerking awake.

I was back in my cell, curled up on my side in the back corner of my ‘room’ pressed up against Aiden’s adjoining bars. Aiden was next to his bars too and as I woke I realised he had been the one touching my hair through the gap he could reach through. I sat up and moved apart from him, looking around as I tried to remember how I had been returned to my chamber.

“Hey mate, it’s OK and you’re back now.” Aiden said with his Aussie twang, lifting his hands away from me, palms towards me in the universal gesture of non-threat and submission.

“What, what, I… I don’t, I can’t… I, I…” confused and jumbled I trailed off before taking a deep breath and trying again. “What happened? How did I get back? I was in a different room…” I couldn’t stop the shudders that racked my body as I remembered the white room from what felt like moments earlier. Memories returning I gingerly touched at my shoulder and felt the bandages strapping my upper body from where I had dislocated the shoulder. The bandaging was surprisingly secure and there was no pain now. Taking stock of my body; apart from the bandaging I was still in my extremely tight cock cage and I was still completely naked. Reaching behind me with trepidation, I parted my cheeks and gently pushed around my hole, not sure what I would feel after the timed hour in the white room and before I thankfully passed out. Trying not to recall but unable to stop, I stared to sob, increasing in panic until I was gasping and struggling to breathe and my whole body shook. I re-lived my time in the white room and those last terrifying minutes.

I sensed more than really saw as Aiden tried to reach towards me, but I had pushed myself was just out of his reach. Eventually he let his hand drop as I cried myself out, until no more tears would come.

After I was able to calm myself I took a deep breath and looking toward Aiden in the dim lighting asked with a noticeable wobble in my voice, “Please, when did I get back?”

Aiden spoke softly to me, keeping his voice low and gentle, “Only bout 20 minutes or so I reckon. The big bloke dragged you back and dropped you back here, but you were out for the count. After a bit you started whimpering and crying out so I spoke to you, which seemed to help. You managed to crawl up here towards me, but you wouldn’t stop crying out. I was real worried the guards would come back, so I just started patting your hair and talking to you and eventually you calmed down. I think it helped you to have me close”.

I shook myself and said “I’m not gay.”

Aiden raised one eyebrow at me, “look around you mate, it doesn’t really matter what you are.”

At that my other neighbour (who I had forgotten until that moment) moved around his cell and sniffed before spitting out “What you are is a fucking demon. Both of you fuckers.” Short and sweet this time I supposed. I expected more after his first tirade, but he just glared at Aiden and I, grunted before moving went to the back of his cell. Near our joined wall he took his huge cock in his hand and pointing down took a very long piss. I initially though he was relieving himself on the floor, but after a moment realised he was aiming directly into a drain built into the floor. Noticing me looking, he waved at me with one hand before I quickly looked down at my own hands.  

I turned back to look at Aiden. Continuing our earlier conversation as if we had not been interrupted Aiden just shrugged, “For your reference I am gay, but it really doesn’t mean shit here. You take comfort where you can Ryan, and there is little enough of it available.” He shrugged again “Anyway, what the hell happened in there, you’re obviously a mess” he pointed to my shoulder then at my puffy eyes and tear streaked face. He coughed a bit and looked away from me “also, not sure if you went in like that, but I reckon they shaved you too. You didn’t seem like the all over waxed type when you came in in your fancy getup”.

I managed a small laugh “nope, I’m definitely not”, and I wasn’t. I was a big man, not too tall at 5ft 10, but solid with muscles I regularly worked on and my body had also been relatively hairy, easily enough for a woman to run her hands through.

I did not want to re-live my entire episode, but with a small sigh I started to give Aiden the thumbnail version of my time in the white room, but trailed off when his face paled as I started to describe the cream and the effects when it touched my body. “Why do you look like that?” I paused, but when Aiden didn’t say anything asked again, “what is it?”

Aiden shook his head, the colour gone from his face. “I need to try something Ryan, please trust me, come closer, I need to touch you.” I cocked my head at him, unsure but after a pause closed the gap between us. I held out my hand just on my side of the bars, palm up. Aiden took a big breath and slowly, almost fearfully reached over my hand and gently ran his fingertips down my wrist, and then across my palm. His touch was feather light, but it was the reaction through my body that shocked me. It felt like tiny electrical pulses ran through my hand and wrist, down my torso and lodged in my gut. My sphincter immediately clenched and my cock pushed against its cage trying to harden and I have no doubt that if the cage was not there I would have cum all over myself just from that.

“What the fuck was that??!! What did you do??” I bellowed before Aiden grabbed my face, covering my mouth with his hand and looking at the red door fearfully. He hissed at me “Bloody hell Ryan, you have to stay quiet”.

Aiden was looking at the door so had no idea what he was doing to me at that moment. As he had touched my face to keep me quiet, his hand and fingers went across my lips with his thumb pressing against the side of my nose. I could not stop the low groan that came from my throat as the sensation same sensation pulsed through his hands into me and I felt my ass clench and cock painfully try to grow while my balls felt like they were so full and rising up into my body. I could not tell if I was trying to pull away or was pushing into Aiden’s touch, I couldn’t move, totally lost in the sensation, insanely desperate to come and completely unable to do so. Aiden’s hands were both ice and fire at the same time and I had never felt such intense arousal as my lips quivered against his hold. My body started to rock back and forth and my eyes rolled back in my head, I was in agony as my cock tried to stretch past the confines of the cage. A low “mmmmmmmmmmgggggghhhhhhh” came from my throat, making Aiden look back and realise what his touch was doing to me and pulled his hand back as if burned.

The sensations stopped almost immediately when his hand left me as though a tap had been turned off. “I don’t understand” I said, gingerly touching my face where Aiden’s hand had been, but feeling nothing. I looked over at Aiden who even in the poor light looked decidedly ill, but he started to explain to me.

“There was a guy here in your cell before you, not recently, but maybe three guys before you.” I started to ask a question but he held up his hand “Please, just let me explain and then I will answer any questions you have as best I can. Ok, so this guy’s name was Gavin and he was a piece of shit, used to beat his wife and his kids, and used to regularly tie them down before whipping the soles of their feet until bloody, so they couldn’t ‘run away’ as he called it.” He paused, shook his head and added, “you know what’s that’s not my story to tell. Anyway they used the cream you mentioned on him too. Not all over like on you, but down his sides, underarms and soles of his feet. He explained to me that during his sessions he was tickled mercilessly. When he was in his cell, they put this machine on him that went over his feet keeping him ground to the floor and stimulated his feet even outside his sessions. Poor fucker, but even when he was in his cell we would be constantly tortured. You see it only works when another person touches you, or if silicon is used. There is something in silicon that reacts in the same way, like another person is touching you.” It takes off your hair too, which is why I must have been able to touch your head without a reaction. I tried touching my own wrist, face and legs but Aiden was right, I couldn’t feel anything different.

“But for you Ryan, they covered your entire body, which I have never heard of before. Is there anywhere they focused or left the cream longer than anywhere else? This might give us a hint as to what they have planned” I hadn’t finished my story to Aiden so he did now know about Smaller focusing on my cock, my entrance, nipples and the entire hour of the cream was left and trapped inside my hole, not to mention the substance going inside of my mouth and down my throat. I saw the horror on my face reflected back at me from Aiden. Very softly he said, “It took Gavin a month to lose his mind. He would try to remain quiet as he was tortured, but he couldn’t hold it in all the time and when he eventually cried out they shot him with that fucking awful fire fluid shit, only for him to pass out wake up back in the same agony. And even he was allowed to ejaculate.” He looked down at my trapped cock and back at me “Eventually his mind snapped until he was just a vegetable lying on the floor in his own piss and fluids. Every so often he would still ejaculate a clear thick fluid showing his body could still feel the effects, even when his mind was lost”. Aiden shuddered at the memory. “Dear god Ryan, what did you do to deserve this?”

Before I could answer the red door swung open with a bang and Taller and Smaller both walked through, heading with determination down the corridor. Still horrified from Aiden’s story, my heart thumped as they came towards us but Aiden whispered “just stay quit Ryan and do what they say”. They came closer still but eventually passed Aiden’s cell and then mine continuing down the passageway before stopping outside the chamber two down from me, other the other side of the hairy giant madman.

“Assume” boomed Taller as Smaller pointed the dart gun at the man. Due to the poor lighting I couldn’t really see the man but I heard him softly start sobbing as Taller opened his door and walked toward the back of the room. The man must be complying as after a few moments and some shuffling, Taller led the man by a chain and collar (hands and feet now bound in leather cuffs and a chain also joining his ankles and hands together). They took him out of the cell and as they walked past my neighbour he came to the front of his cell and said “They got you now boy, they gonna FRY you like a bitch! They gonna turn you inside out and roast you like a piggy and the flames are going to cook you out from the inside…” This giant person was clearly completely mad. Ignoring him, the guards led the poor man who had definitely heard the rant and had gone a new shade of green toward the red door. As he walked past my cell I could see the tears on his face and his eyes met mine showing genuine panic.

They moved on and we were silent as the trio left and the door banged shut.

Aiden let out a breath and returned to me as if nothing had happened. “Anyway, after Gavin’s mind was broken, they took him away. I have been here long enough to see some extremely fucked up shit, but Gavin’s silent screaming still terrifies me. I don’t know what they have planned for you Ryan, but it is going to be fucking brutal.”

We were both silent for a while as I processed. My treatment is tailored to my crimes… That was not something I could contemplate right now.

I looked at Aiden, “How long have you been here then to have seen so many men come and go?” He shook his head. “I am not sure really as there are no days and night to measure, but I try to keep track of time a bit with my body clock and I think two years approximately.” I was stunned. Two YEARS? I had been here less for such a short amount of time comparatively but already knew there was no way I would be able to make it that long without losing my sanity.   

Before I could ask Aiden anything else the entire far wall of the corridor flickered to life and I realised the sleek black wall was actually floor to ceiling TV screens. They now showed the man that had been led away earlier in crystal-clear high definition. The video was repeated in super-size outside each cell, so his image now ran 20 times up and down the corridor. I looked at Aiden for guidance, but his mouth was set in a grim line as he stared at the image, no longer noticing me.

The man was tied up on all fours on raised a platform about half a metre from the ground in the centre of a room. It was not the same space as I had been in, this space was darker and the walls painted in a dark green. He was of course naked. His knees were separated and strapped down through holes in the podium floor with leather straps, as were his ankles. His palms were also pressed into the podium floor and you could clearly see his wrists wrapped and strapped down through separate holes on the podium base. Finally the man’s testicles were encircled multiple times by rings of narrow leather and twine. They had obviously been wrapped around very tight and knotted off before being pulled impossibly tightly and secured to the floor. This poor man was being stretched to the extreme and it must have been very painful. In theory his hips, torso and head and shoulders were free to move around but any movement would put unbearable pressure on his already tortured balls which looked a scary shade of purple.

I took me a moment to notice the body of the man on the screen. His body was powerful. He was strong and muscled and his thighs and arms that while they trembled slightly now were obviously very formidable. The picture was incredibly clear and I could see a light covering of fine hairs across his body, also now joined by a light sheen of sweat.

I looked to Aiden again, meaning to talk to him about the video but before I could speak a flash of white flashed across the screen and a figure in a white coat walked past, obviously the sadistic Doctor from yesterday. The camera moved and settled and instead of the side view we now we had a clear diagonal view of the man’s asshole, and I noticed there were no hairs anywhere on this part of his body. We were clearly being shown the back of the man’s straining sack leaving just enough angle to show part of his cock, totally flaccid, but swinging slightly as the man tried shift and find a position to ease some of the pressure on his captured balls. The man looked behind him and spoke then coming out with “oh fuck please, it is too tight, you are going to pull my fucking balls off.” I realised we were being given audio as well as visual.

My giant of a neighbour made a noise, and I looked over to him; he was pressed right up against the front of his cell, now clearly lit by the down-light outside his chamber. He had both arms through the bars staring at the puckered hole on the screen and as I watched he moved both his hands slowly up and down his shaft, making a quick grunt each time his hand reached the head of his huge cock. I quickly looked away and back at Aiden, but he was just watching the screen, looking oddly detached from the spectacle on the screen.

I shook my head returned back to the man on the podium. Another figure moved past the lens and I recognised the smaller guard come into view, moving to the man’s right side beside his ass, easily visible but leaving the view of the ass clear for the screen. He was wearing latex gloves that just covered just his hands and he reached down below the view screen and came up with a small bottle which he efficiently squirted onto the man’s entrance before returning it back below the screen edge. Taking his index finger, Smaller slowly rubbed the gel across and around the outside of the man’s hole and I was fascinated to watch the wrinkled pucker twitch and clench with under the ministrations. “Oh Fuck” the man said softly, and lowered his head shaking it from side to side.

After a short while Smaller changed the position of his movements, and angling his finger added pressure before slipping the tip of his finger inside the man on the table. At this, the man’s cock jumped and I realised he was now rock hard, his cut 7 inch cock pointing down and forwards, and twitching as Smaller slowly started pushing his finger in and out of the man. When Smaller added a second finger the man yelled loudly “Fuck Fuck Fuck! What the Fuck!!” My blood ran cold when I heard the detached voice of the Doctor, “You will remain quiet Craig. That is your first and only warning. We have just two rules here, please tell what are they?” Craig (as I now knew his name to be) answered with a clear quiver in his voice “We… we stay quiet and do as we are told”.  “Good Boy”, the doctor said as Craig looked to his left and swallowed. I had to guess looking toward the Doctor of screen. All this time Smaller had been pushing his two fingers in and out of the man’s anus and scissoring them open and closed, stretching the hole with each movement.

After about five more minutes and a third finger, Smaller removed his fingers, reached down and came back up with a long slim rod with markings on it every centimetre or so. Smaller pushed the rod into Craig’s hole up to the first mark, waited a moment and pressed a button on the rod. Nothing happened, so Smaller pushed in to the next mark and repeated the process. When the rod was around 2 inches inside Craig’s passage, when Smaller pressed the button, Craig started to cry out, but quickly stopped himself, but it was obvious his body was affected. After just a few seconds his cock exploded, spurting thick ropes of cum forward, some hitting his chest, but most falling down onto the podium under his body. The man continued to shudder as Smaller left the button pressed in for a moment longer, before pulling out. Craig audibly sighed and his cock slowly softened. Craig shifted from side to side a bit but had to quickly settle again as his balls would not allow the movement.

It took me a moment to realise what I had seen, but it came to me with a shock that Smaller had been measuring where Craig’s prostate was located! I was stunned and horrified but completely unable to look away.

Continuing on as if bored, Smaller grabbed the same bottle from earlier and pushed the head into Craig’s now loosened sphincter. He squeezed quickly and emptied the bottle into the man’s channel. Craig didn’t move or make a sound this time. Smaller removed the bottle and the lube started to leak out. Smaller lent towards the Craig’s head and said clearly in a voice that was easily picked up by the microphone in the room, “I recommend you keep that inside.” He paused for just a moment before adding, “You are going to need it.” The man’s pucker quickly tightened up as Craig’s muscles bore down and he made a small noise from the back of his throat. Craig would not know what was coming, I wondered if Smaller’s comment and the fear of what was next was almost as bad as the session itself. Smaller reached down once more and came back with a dark grey rubber circle in his hand. It was about 2cm in diameter, and the outside was a series of bumps and ridges, with a very small circle in the centre. With quick skilful fingers, Smaller manoeuvred the ring to Craig’s hole, the muscles of the man’s ring naturally keeping the rubber circle in place just inside his puckered hole. Craig had to be grateful Smaller had not just pushed it into him without any preparation and I had to wonder at the random act of consideration in a place without any otherwise. Finally Smaller leant forward and placed a timer just under Craig’s head and torso, where we could clearly see it, as could Craig if he looked straight down. The timer was set for 60 seconds when Smaller pressed the button to begin and it started to tick down. 

Leaning slightly away from his place at the side of Craig ass, Smaller reached to the right off screen and when his hand came back into view he was holding a single well-oiled circular metal rod, about half the size of a drinking straw and about 20cm long. He positioned the rod at the small hole in the ring inside Craig’s entrance before slowly pushing forward. It slipped in easily and the gap in the centre ring expanded to allow the rod entrance through it and well forward into the man’s body. When about 2 inches remained outside the ring, Smaller stopped, quickly measured the amount sticking out and took his hands away. It looked very odd, like a bee or wasp stinger and I had to stifle a very unmanly giggle at the sight. A small bubble of lube slowly appeared where the rod met the rubber ring and I found myself mesmerised watching it grow and shake before popping as Craig kept the ring, rod and lube clenched tight in his body.  

Smaller then waited and Craig looking over his shoulder again asked softly “Please, is it over? I’ve been good for you. Can I go back to my room now? Please, I am so sorry for everything, I will never tell anyone what has happened and what I have seen here and you don’t have to do this. Please I am begging you, I have nothing left and I will do anything you want, please, please, please don’t do this.” his voice wasn’t loud (Craig knew where that led) but it was insistent, but Smaller was as always, immovable. The timer went off, and Smaller quickly leaned over and started it again.

0:60

Reaching to the right again, Smaller returned with another matching narrow rod. He pressed where the rubber opening met the first rod, and without hesitating pushed it into the man until it matched the first. Smaller again measured the two inches left out, adjusted the rod slightly and then waited. Craig had gone silent now but he wiggled slightly as much as his bindings would allow as his body adjusted to the intrusion. When the timer went off again Smaller reset it to a minute, started it again and reaching to the right came back with and then pushed another yet another pole into the rubber ring and the man’s entrance.

Initially I had thought Craig’s session was not as awful as I had imagined it would be, even with the strain on the man’s balls and especially considering how violent my preparation had been in comparison, but as the minutes ticked by and the process was repeated again and again and again I quickly reset my thinking. This was torture, plain and simple. After each rod was used, Craig initially grunted or moaned. He had tried talking earlier on, but now as each now pole stretched him more and more, the one minute allocated could not have been enough time to adjust to the distension of his hole and he must be pain.

After 20 minutes and with 20 metal straws sticking out from his ass, Craig’s moans did not stop. He simply swapped from a low constant moan of “mmmmhmhhhhhhhhhhh” to short stop-start whimpers of “ah, huh, nag mm…” when a new pole was pushed into his body, before dropping back to the moaning again. With fascination, as the 22nd role was pushed into Craig, his body shuddered and he came again, and I had not even noticed his cock getting hard. His cum again shooting forward and down in long ropes but Craig instead of reacting with any relief, lowered his head and just started to sob. “I am so full” he wept, “too full now…”

At 30 minutes, the diameter of all the metal poles in the man’s ass was about the size of a tennis ball with the ring adding extra stretch. The timer kept being re-set. Smaller was adding the poles to the centre of the others and as each was pushed in, they moved around and adjusted to allow the new rod to fit. I noticed light sweat on Smaller’s arm and I realised it might take quite a bit of strength to push in the rods now, against the pressure and resistance from Craig’s tortured hole.

Craig moved constantly now, not a lot but the pressure on his balls must have matched the pain from his stretched entrance as he tried to allow his body to adjust before the timer was re-set. Smaller however was relentless.

The timer went off.

Reset to 0:60 and started again.

Metal rod.

Measure.

Wait.

The timer went off.

Reset to 0:60 and started again.

Metal rod.

Measure.

Wait.

Repeat.

Repeat.

Repeat.

Repeat…

At 45 minutes when Craig’s ass was bright red and stretched more than I would ever have thought possible, Craig suddenly went silent. Smaller looked up and quickly gestured behind the camera. Craig swayed and Taller came onto screen, grabbing the large man by his shoulders and torso and holding him up as he blacked out. If Taller had not grabbed him, his balls would clearly have ripped off, but as it was, they were looking a darker bad shade of purple as Taller strained to keep the man upright. I was extremely shocked when the timer went off and Smaller reset it, started it once again and grabbed another rod. They were continuing even as Craig was unconscious.

Craig came back to wakefulness at the 54th rod and his scream when he awoke went straight to my gut. This time the Doctor did not ask him to stay quiet and I silently begged Craig to keep his voice down. As bad as his current situation was, there was nothing worse than the fire fluid they would inevitably give him. When Craig quietened back to whimpers and Taller released him I instinctively reached for Aiden but jolted back when I touched him and my skin instantly reacted, making my cock try to jump up. Needing something I could not explain I just leaned against our joined bars, absorbing the heat from his closeness, as I watched Craig’s torture in High Definition. My giant neighbour had cum twice already watching the show, but it seemed even he could no longer ‘enjoy’ the show and retreated back into his cell. He still moved around restlessly but I could not and did not really try to see what he was doing.

Sweat dripped from Craig’s body now. I watched in fascination as a single droplet ran down his ass before reaching the mass sticking out two inches from his red and red angry hole and disappearing. He shook continuously and I was amazed he had not split open. I wondered if there was anything else in the lube to stop this and as the 80th rod was used Smaller was no longer able to get both hands around the mass. Craig was speaking gibberish now, with a combination of grunts, gasps, sobs and whimpers, and I thought I heard him get out “forgive me David”, but it was so soft I could not be sure.

Finally when timer went off Smaller did not reset it and after a total of 90 rods were inside poor Craig, and the ordeal had been ongoing for an hour and a half Taller took away the timer. Smaller stepped away and stretched out his body as he stepped off screen. Taller took over his previous position. “Please”, Craig was softly repeating, “please…. please… please… please… please…” his voice almost a whisper. Without making a sound or acknowledging him in any way, Taller reached to the right and returned with a very thin but long hollow metal pole about two centimetres in diameter and the same length as the rods. He manoeuvred it into the centre of the rods protruding from Craig, some poles falling inside the hollow, the rest pushing outwards to accommodate the additional size. The action stretched Craig more than any single rod had done and I thought he would cry out, but by some miracle of sheer will I did not think possible, the abused man kept silent, although the quick rise and fall of his lungs showed his breathing coming in short and sharp pants. Taller then removed the rods from inside this new cylinder, leaving the two centimetre gap open down well into Craig’s passage.

Taller reached down again, and came back with a metal disk attached to a wire, and when he touched it to the inner ring of the mass in Craig’s body, the entire mass shimmered, shaking slightly as the medal rods slowly seemed to melt into themselves and became one solid metal cylinder. The rubber ring also changed colour. The ring which had been grey now turned jet black as the outer layer stripped away. Taller wiped away any residue from the rubber, leaving the black of the ring in sharp contrast to the angry red of Craig’s stretched to beyond believable entrance. As Taller took his hands away, Craig’s sounds changed and the moaning was different than before. Almost as if a button had been pressed Craig’s cock became very hard and his back arched first up, then down and after a less than a minute he came for a third time, still somehow shooting cum forward, although much less than earlier. His cock did not soften though, staying rock hard and after another minute Craig came again, this time there was just a small drizzle of clear fluid. I was horrified to see Craig’s cock still did not go down, but no one was even touching him. Craig was quivering and he shook his head from side to side, before just lolling forward as if the man had no strength left in his neck; completely and utterly defeated.

Taller stood up and placed both hands around the now sold cylinder in Craig’s ass. Slowly he pulled the cylinder out of Craig, his sphincter popping back off the rubber ring encircling the cylinder just at Craig’s rim; Craig’s cock visibly and quickly went soft. Slowly, slowly the cylinder was removed, until just the end remained in Craig’s tunnel, Just before it came out, Taller paused and braced himself.

Craig could not stop the scream this time as with a huge feat of strength; Taller rammed the entire bulk back into the man, his arm muscles bulging from the effort of pushing the solid mass into the man’s insides.

It took three tries before Craig’s body finally took back in the entire bulk, his ring stretching back and past over the rubber ring before swallowing the mass whole. His organ’s likely rearranged to accommodate the pipe, Craig’s ring tried to close back around the other side of the cylinder, red and swollen lips and clenching and releasing constantly. The fleshy ring was only able to make it about two thirds of the way closed, and Taller quickly added a cap to hole in the base of the metal cylinder, closing it up and sealing the centre gap from the outside.

At this stage, I wished Craig has passed out. While Taller was ramming into him, he had screamed constantly and I thought I saw blood on his tortured balls. He screamed now a high pitched cry that resonated through the room, “AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” he didn’t seem to take a breath and that sound was so primal as the only outlet to the pain was this blood curdling sounded that erupted from the poor man.

In one impossibly quick movement Taller grabbed a knife cut the leather binding Craig’s testicles to the podium. Craig’s screams went up in pitch again as the blood started to rush back into his balls. As he started to tip to the side, finally free to collapse a dart hit Craig’s ass, shot by a gun off screen. “They never learn” Taller mumbled.

Craig has gone silent, his head pushed back as far as it could go, his mouth stretched open as he silently screamed at the ceiling. His body arched then clenched and I heard a gurgle from his throat as the Fire Fluid tore through his veins. Every nerve ending was now burning and melting, swallowing up the now inconsequential pain from just a moment ago. I could see foam dripping from the man’s front as his body shook and tremors ripped through him.

The screen went black.

I slowly turned to Aiden with horror written on my face. Aiden however looked more thoughtful as he studied the now black screen.

“Aiden?” I said and he started at the sound of my voice.

“Oh Ryan, sorry, mate I’m here.” He patted my hand gently, but this time even though my skin and body responded I did not pull away. 

I tried to formulate words regarding what we had just seen. “…that was” “Terrifying” Aiden interrupted. “Fucking sadistic bastards.” I just nodded. We were silent for a moment before I asked, “I don’t understand something, why did they use the rubber ring and why his prostate measure? It was all going inside anyway, so why did it matter how far the ring sat inside him?”

“Oh Ryan…” Aiden looked at me with true sympathy. “That wasn’t rubber; that was silicone”.

To emphasise the point Aiden ran his hand down my arm and my entire body shuddered, my cock jumped and my own entrance twitched and I cried out before covering my own mouth with my hand. Aiden just looked at me and seeing my reaction, just nodded slightly. I barely made it to the drain in the corner or my cell before I violently threw up. 

Craig had been returned to his cell after about an hour. He was hunched over and obviously broken, but restrained again. A series of metal chains around his waist connected to a strap between his ass cheeks and across the front of his groin keeping the cylinder inside his body, his bulging abdomen clearly visible. He waddled awkwardly up to and past my cell bow legged and carrying what must have been a very large weight inside his body. His tear streaked face met mine and he looked completely lost. His cock was also painfully hard. Just past my cell Craig collapsed in the corridor. My neighbour surprisingly did not come forward to engage, he just sat huddled in the back muttering to himself. When Craig collapsed, he grabbed the bars and threw his head back as he tried to cum again, but his cock just pulsed, a single bead of fluid dripping from the slit. Taller needed to drag the abused man the last metres before dumping him unceremoniously back into his cell.

I had been listening to Craig whimper for several hours when the red door opened and Taller came back down the corridor. Aiden growled when he stopped outside my cell.

“Assume”.