Addicted to the Factory

Message from the Author

Hello Reader,

I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I have enjoyed writing it. It's been a little time since I last wrote a story, and things have been a little busy and stressful. I finished university and have entered the big world of industry. It's going well so far and I've landed a bit of a dream job, nothing too big, but something nice and flexible so that I can explore my other passions.

I'm hoping to write a little more in the coming months, but you know how life gets. Anyway, I had particular fun writing this story. It's something I had playing around in my mind for some time now and getting it onto paper has made it better than ever before.

Do remember to write a comment, I try and reply to all of them. I'm always wanting to improve my writing and would love to hear how you found it - I find it very encouraging.

Have a lovely day and remember how important you are.

Francesco x

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P.S. I've added two ---Skipping Point--- sections in the story that you can scroll to if you want to... get to the action faster. They build in intensity so take your pick.

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Addicted to the Factory

The bag lifted over my head for me to see a blinding sharp light. I squinted to see the faint outline of a metallic lamp beyond the room’s shadows. What looked like a plastic window to my left let in a flickering artificial light source. I looked around to be forcefully interrupted by the hand that pulled the black bag, forcing me down into my chair as I tried to lift myself up. It wouldn’t have been much use anyway. Although I couldn’t see much of the wooden chair beneath me, I could see the metal clamps holding my hands down. Moments went by. They clearly weren’t in much of a rush to see me despite my heart pounding out of my chest. I didn’t know where I was or how I got here. I’m a dancer for hire, and I was finishing a gig when this black van pulled up next to me on the walk home… I should say nothing extravagant or anything, just parties, that sort of thing. Having just left university, money’s tight, you know how it is. In the background, I could hear the clunking of metal and chains. Maybe I was in a factory, but there weren’t any factories that I knew of in our town. Let alone ones that had so much noise from the workers.

No one was coming.  I could hear the man behind me walk back to an intercom that had started buzzing. He murmured something into the system and walked back over to me. “What’s going on?” I snapped, but too quickly, several inches of tape screeched from its roll and was slapped over my mouth. I tried to shout, but any volume I had was cut away from me. With a smooth motion, I was tipped at a 90-degree angle, and the squeak of wheels under the chair pushed me forward towards a black metallic door, which opened automatically. A huge warehouse opened up beneath the metal walkway several feet in the air. It smelt of machinery and oil, and the amber lights from the bulbs gave off a warm glow as we moved past. It was hardly a moment of relaxation, though, I’d been kidnapped. I forced my arms up against the metal clasps holding them down; the right was making my wrist red with trauma, but the left looked like it was starting to become loose from the sweat on my forearm. I could get it free if I really wanted… but I had to bide my time. I wouldn’t know how to get out even if I could overcome this bloke pushing me along. Before long, we reached the end of the metal railing to a factory lift. He jerked me in, and we started descending to an empty circular platform suspended in the air by metal rods.

“What is this place?” I thought, as he tipped me back again and moved me to what looked like three elaborate restraints. They were about 8 feet in height, with a curved human shape. The middle one looked roughly my height. The leather straps hung with stainless steel clasps against the black metal of the interior. I was turned so that my back faced it, and before long, I could hear the whirring of another lift, this time ascending from the chains. A tall, broad-shouldered man in a dark navy blue business suit appeared. With him were two slightly shorter 20-year-olds clinging to his shoulders and wrapping their legs around him. They were only, and I mean only, wearing leather chains, but they were hardly fighting against them; if anything, they looked as though they’d have licked this man to death if they had the chance. What in the world was going on? His arms moved slowly down their bodies, and with a tap on their behinds, the three started walking towards me. Despite all their efforts stroking this guy's body, he was staring directly at me. “2405”, he said. A pause hung in the air whilst I watched this man leave his two passengers and walk towards me. “2045, yes?” Silence hung in the air again. “He’s a little thinner than I’d have liked, take his clothes off, let’s have a proper look at him”. Despite my panicked and confused grunting, the guard behind me took a knife from his pocket and slid it up my top, tearing it in two. “Hmm, a little better, let’s put him on a supplement of 14A, that’ll help that chest”. With a nod, the guard took the knife again and moved it towards my trousers. I was not having this. With a sudden jerk of my left arm, I freed myself and grabbed the guard's hand. Before I could do anything meaningful, the guard's full body weight fell on my body, restraining me again.

“Oh, that was unexpected”, said the bloke in the suit, his eyes widened with interest. “Maybe we don’t want to give this one too much of the supplement after all”. Looking, I would assume a little embarrassed and startled, the guard pulled my arm back onto the chair and fastened it far tighter than previously. “Now let’s have a look”. The man took the knife from the guard and kneeled down over my legs. His two slaves seemed to want to join him at this stage, throwing their bodies against him from behind. I’m not sure what they were thinking they were going to get from him at this time. He seemed completely interested in me and nothing else, even if their close-to-naked bodies were being wiped up and down his attire. “My name is Mr Jackton, I run this facility”. I murmured from behind the tape on my mouth. “You’ll like it here eventually, I know you don’t imagine it now, but soon enough we will get that tape off, and even you won’t want to leave”. “I highly doubted that”, I thought. The knife, like my top, slit my trousers from the right leg all the way to the top, revealing my black underwear. And with his hands, he tore those in half as well.

“Hmm, it doesn’t seem like you’re too excited, that makes sense enough”. I mean, what was he expecting, a huge throbbing package welcoming him? “Let’s get him set up, and you two as well”. He walked his two other slaves, partners, hard to know what to call them, but whatever they were to him, they pulled themselves slowly away from him, standing in their only two restraints next to me. He strapped the first one in, moving his hands against their bodies, wiping their dicks with his palms. They throbbed passionately, heads and eyes rolling back against the cold black paint of the metal engraving behind them. He took the black leather and pulled it tight across their body. First hands, then legs, waist and neck. They definitely weren’t fighting it; if anything, it looked like they wanted him to do more. He then opened a small panel, and before I saw any more, I was forcefully turned towards my chair and pulled up into the restraint. The guard, with his body against my chest as I fought him, pulled my arms away and into the moulds. With a knee against my wrists, he pulled the leather straps, one, and then the other. Once that was done, I’d practically given in. He tied my neck and legs before then tearing the rest of the clothing from my body. Mr Jackton then made his way over to me. Touching me again, like the others along my waist and my ribs. He took both hands and moved them up, stroking my neck and then down each arm. “Now that wasn’t too difficult, was it?” he whispered. Calmly and with the same smooth motion, he opened the same black panel he had done with the others. Now this might hurt just a little. He took a sterilised needle and pipe and began poking on my forearm. What the hell! My fight suddenly kicked back in, but moving against the restraints did nothing; I doubt he even noticed me move. He pushed the needle into my arm, and I felt the pipe navigate from the inside up my arm and into my chest. “That feels about right”, he congratulated himself, moving back into the cabinet and taking a bag of liquid.

---Skipping Point 1---

“Can I get some 14A with this?” he barked at the guard before turning back to me. “Now, this isn’t going to hurt at all, in fact, I think you might quite like this”. He connected the bag to the top of the restraint and connected a hanging drip to the pipe coming out of my arm. He stepped up onto the restraint. Drip, drip, drip. Nibbling my neck with his teeth, his hands scratched against my sides. Drip, drip, drip. I tried to pull my head away from him. Drip, drip, drip. His hands lowered, caressing my thighs and hips. I could feel him all over me. Drip, drip, drip. My eyes darted around the room. I could see the other two next to me with their eyes shut, throbbing and moaning, hooked up to something similar. He then knelt down, licked and kissed my inner thighs, inhaling deeply as he did. I kind of liked it. Wait, no, I didn’t! What the hell was going on? Drip, drip, drip. He took his finger and wiped it across the sweat of my chest before then sliding it up and down between my cheeks. My dick started to grow. I fought it so hard, but I was getting wetter and wetter. Drip, drip, drip. Oh God, this was like heaven, feeling this warm liquid pulse through my veins and up into my head. My breathing slowed, but my heart was still racing. My head was getting lighter and lighter, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. Mr Jackton tore the tape from my face, pulling it to the side. I rolled slowly back to the centre, opening my mouth slowly. His tongue licked across my lips, leaving a wet river. My tongue went out to meet his and… flip… he switched the drip off. I didn’t care, though; there was still enough pumping through my body; my tongue reached out to him as he pulled away, head resting against the black metal.

“Write that 2045 had a successful first treatment. Mark that we will resume treatment once readings return to normal, with checks every third”. My eyes could hardly open from so much bliss. I heard his footsteps get quieter and quieter before hearing the lift noises. My veins were digging against the straps as every ounce of liquid moved to my dick hanging between my legs. The guard walked up to me and, from the base of the restraints, pulled out an 8-inch, clear tube, with divots running from top to bottom. With another click, a whirring vacuum started, and he slid the tube up my shaft. He then pulled a similarly long cord from the floor. It had a thin leather loop, which he hooked and then tightened with a foot pedal against my balls, pulling them to the ground with some force. My nipples were hardening and became more sensitive just remembering the recent encounter. Especially now, since I was beginning to slowly feel more and more myself again. With a slurp and then a cut to the noise of the air, the tube pulled itself against the base of my dick, and with every remaining reddening throb, it filled the tube, moving into each divot until it couldn’t grow anymore. I lifted my head and moaned, seeing drips of precum draining from my dick into the thin plastic pipe. Unaware of where it would then go.

“Lights out!” yelled the guard, and from left to right, the yellow factory lights cut power. I shook my head all that I could and tried to get my eyes to adjust to the pitch black. A faint band of moonlight came through the window. All I would hear was the sound of the vacuum generator and the moaning from the other two blokes on either side of me. ‘HELP!’ I shouted, echoing through the halls. But it didn’t seem as though the yell could escape the building. I shut my eyes. It had felt so good, but I needed to get out of here.

After what must have been a few hours, I awoke to a sudden push against my arm. I opened my eyes and there was the guard dressed in black, with Mr Jackton standing as tall and demanding as ever in front of me. I started to salivate a little, out of complete association with the day before. My body felt incredibly stiff… I mean more so than just the restraints. I looked down and saw my chest muscle bulging from my body. What in the… “It looks as though the 14A package has worked”. said Mr Jackton, speaking into a recording device. “Subject 2045 appears awake, and his body has responded well”. My eyes looked down at my reflection in the black metal of the restraint. My body looked shredded! Then, without turning off the vacuum, Mr Jackton pulled the pipe off my dick forcefully as it stuck to every side of the wall. It hung with several more inches throbbing and red. I could feel it rubbing further down my leg with the girth of dimples caressing my inner thigh. He then took the weighted cord off my balls. “It also looks as though a second treatment may just be supplemental in this case”, said Mr Jackton. The guard nodded his head. At this point, the two other, what I would now imagine were sex slaves, were calling Mr Jackton to them, moaning at him.

“Why don’t we go somewhere quieter?” he whispered, “You're nearly ready”. I bit my lower lip, imagining his… I mean that… sweet nectar running through my veins again. He then took out a small metal mint tray out of his inner jacket pocket and stood on the restraint again with me. His face got close to mine, breathing against my lips so that I could feel his moisture against my face. My mouth opened, and he slid a cherry flavoured capsule into my mouth. “This should help stabilise you” he said in a low tone. The cherry saliva circled around my mouth, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head again. He inserted his tongue into my mouth, pushing the capsule to the back of my throat. “Good boy”, he said. I moaned, heaven, I wanted to tear his clothes off and fuck him in front of the others. I pulled against my restraints. No… No… Fight it… I need to escape! I thought. What’s going on! My hard nipples rubbed against the leather back and forth. “Take him where we can be more alone”, Mr Jackton asked the guard. He slipped off my restraints, and I hurried behind him with my arms tied behind my back, rubbing my bare skin against Mr Jackton's trailing jacket as I did.  

---Skipping Point 2---

The room we inevitably entered was dimly lit and plush with furnishings. In the centre lay a large bed with a red silk duvet cover on top. Golden ornaments and a writing desk completed the room, and there in the middle was the same black restraint I had been taken out of. “Put 2045 in and then leave us”, Mr Jackton said flippantly, pointing at the restraint as he sat at his writing desk. The guard began putting me into the restraint. I didn’t fight it. Not as much, at least… or maybe not at all, I can’t remember. “We’ve been looking for you for some time, 2045”, Mr Jackton said. “Looking for me?” I panted as my neck was forced back once again. “Yes, believe it or not, but you’re quite important to me”, he said, rising from his desk again. “Should I…” the guard pointed down toward the tube and weights. “No, I think he’s had quite enough of that, haven’t you?” The guard nodded and left the room. Mr Jackton lifted another bag from the side panel and hung it from the top. My body immediately began panting with desire. He rubbed his hand up and down my body as he connected the tube to me once again.
My dick, having not slept for a moment with the vacuum attached all night, sprang with incredible girth, rubbing against Mr Jackton’s trouser legs. It wasn’t long before my shaft was leaking, leaving residue on his navy blue trousers. I gasped for some air. Whatever this stuff was, it was insane. Drip, drip, drip, my dick leaked against the floor. Mr Jackton leaned in; he smelt musky and hot. He breathed deeply in and out as he rubbed his lips against my neck. My hands gripped hard, trying to get out and embrace him, and my dick harder, but I couldn’t move. He rubbed his hands up and down my body again, like before, sending chills up my nerves to my neck.

He stepped back and took off his jacket. His body was pushing against a muscle-fit shirt; he was somehow looking bigger to me the more he took off his clothes. His buttons pulled at the cloth of his chest, and I could see the faint outline of tattoos up his arm. I turned my groin towards him as much as I could. “There is one more stage to the stabilisation”. He moved towards a lever on the side of the restraint, and a motor began to whir. A warm, thick and wet something was slowly rubbed between my cheeks. I couldn’t see what it was, but it felt an inch or two thick. I gulped, knowing what was about to happen. My body shook as he lowered the lever a little more. He smiled as I gripped the leather restraints with my hands, and with one circular motion of the motor, the rubber entered and left my arse. Only slightly, but it was my first time for anything like this. I let out a yelp and a gasp, and almost like a trigger, he pulled the lever down more. The motor spun faster and the rubber filled me with as much force as it could. Slow and hard. Bam, Slap, Bam, Slap. Drip, Drip, Drip. Oh god! I could practically see it entering and leaving as it shifted my insides violently with every push. Faster and faster! Bam, Slap, Bam, Slap. Drip, Drip, Drip. “More!” I yelled! He lowered the lever completely, and the motor rattled as it sped to its fastest speed. It felt like a massage for my insides, a fucking delicious golden syrup dripping across my body, lifting my head in absolute dissonance!

He rotated two metallic arms down from the restraint frame as they rested against my chest. Bam, Bam, Bam. My body jogged and whimpered against them. I began to weep! It was glorious! He took the restraints on my chest and opened two metal clamps, fastening them against my nipples. “This is going to hurt”, he said, placing a towel in my mouth to bite on. Suddenly, an electric current flashed across each of my nipples, top to bottom. My eyes bulged. Bam, Bam, Zap, Zap, Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip, DRIP. I groaned violently! He hadn’t touched my dick, but I was about to cum. I needed him! I WANTED HIM! I looked up with my eyes to see how much of the liquid was left, as I really didn’t want this to end… it hadn’t been turned on… this was all me! WHAT! Bam, Slap, Bam, Slap, Zap, Drip, Zap, Drip! ‘FUCKING SHIT’, I yelled out, dropping the rag to the ground. He could tell I was about to cum. He raised the lever, flipped the switch and nodded towards a camera at the door. With that, the clasps fell away, and the rubber left my body, leaving me limping and shaking, only being held up by my restraints.

The door to the room opened. “Be careful with him, boys, he’s quite delicate”, said Mr Jackton gently as the two sex slaves came in dressed in leather and chains. They went straight towards him, and between my coughs and panting, they quickly made out with My Jackton kissing and caressing his naked upper body. “Go, take him to the bed”. The two sex slaves took off my restraints, and I fell my arms around each of their shoulders. Mr Jackton stood over me, my head looking up at him, draped between his legs. He dropped his trousers, revealing a huge, thick cock flopping in front of my eyes. He took the soft dick and pursed my lips with it. His hand caressed my hair as I opened my mouth slowly, looking into his eyes far, far above me. His dick chewed and slopped between my cheeks, softly feeling the flash and flavour circling across my mouth. It wasn’t long before my already full mouth felt it getting larger and harder. I could feel Mr Jackton’s breath against my forehead pressed against his body. There was only one place this expanding dick was going, as it curled like a snake, harder and harder, edging my throat with the tip. Breathing deeply through my nose, the two slaves pushed my face against him. Mr Jackton moaned as I tasted his bitter precum drip deeper and deeper down my throat. Gagging and spluttering, my body tired and falling, I accepted him like he was part of my own organs. Taking him in. Sharing everything I had with him. My dick pulsated against the floor. I stopped gagging and started swallowing more and more of him. He tasted like something I’d always needed in me.

He caressed my head as I looked up to him with love in my eyes, and pulled his long, thick dick out of me. Walking towards the bed, he turned, and like two desperate dogs the two joined him either side. He lay his legs open, dick against the bed. The door was open as well. “You have a choice”, Mr Jackton said. “You could leave, or you could become part of my body for the rest of your life”. I looked at the door. My nails gripped against the floor, my naked cock throbbed with tiredness. My body, sweating, lifted itself from the ground. I could run. But this, I needed him like he was part of my own body. I walked towards the door and shut it, pushing the bolt across. The other sex slaves' eyes glowed as I walked towards them, cock hanging between my legs like a bell. I lowered myself shivering on his thick dick, and as I did, I let out a sigh of relief. The two slaves bent in front of my legs and began licking my cock, sharing saliva and precum with each stroke. My head fell back onto Mr Jackton as he thrusted his cock deeper into me. “Welcome to your new home, 2045”.