Josh’s muscles burned as he tied himself to the thick oak tree trunk, his powerful frame barely contained by the ropes Jonathan had insisted on. The CIA director had specialized for decades in breaking aspiring agents, in preparing them for the brutal realities of enemy capture. And his methods were as twisted as they were effective—testing not just pain tolerance, but the limits of humiliation and degradation that even the toughest spy might face.
“This is your last test, boy,” Jonathan had sneered into the comm device, his voice crackling through with a mix of authority and something darker. “They don’t just beat their captives. They have fantasies. They have needs. You’ll learn to serve those needs, and you’ll learn to love it. For the Agency.”
Now Josh stood exposed in the middle of the forest, his chiseled chest jutting forward, the tree trunk pressing into his spine perfectly positioned to force his abs into a constant, painful flex. The director had deployed his special robots—creations of silent metal and programmed perversion designed specifically to drive their subjects mad with pleasure and agony. Their features were smooth, impersonal masks, their touch neither gentle nor harsh, merely focused and relentless. They’d been programmed for one purpose: to work Josh’s body into a state of perpetual arousal and exhaustion.
The first robot approached, its fingers of cold metal skimming along Josh’s shoulder blade. Despite the coolness, Josh’s traitorous flesh rippled in response. He grunted, the sound coming from deep in his chest as the machine’s other hand circled his nipple, the sensor pad already beginning to vibrate against the sensitive flesh. Josh clenched his jaw, his muscles bunching involuntarily. Jonathan’s voice came again through the tiny earpiece tucked so far into his canal that it felt like it was directly in his brain.
” feel that, boy? That’s just the beginning. They’re going to work you until your mind breaks. Then we’ll start again. For their pleasure, yes, but mostly for my amusement.”
Josh squeezed his eyes shut, but that did nothing to block the sensations. The second robot now advanced, its path direct and undeterred. It reached for his other nipple, and Josh felt the cool metal envelop the already hardening nub. The vibration began there too, both breasts now assaulting him simultaneously. He bit his lip, tasting copper as the muscles in his jaw engaged along with every other one in his body. As he looked down, he saw his nipples respond—they darkening, hardening under the attention, the areolas puckering with a mixture of pain and intense pleasure.
“The incredibly powerful nipped tissue are starting to swell, Josh,” Jonathan’s raspy voice came. “You can feel that, can’t you? The blood rushing to them. It’s exquisite, isn’t it? Almost as exquisite as watching that incredible body of yours struggling to obey me.”
Josh wanted to argue, to tell the director that he found nothing exquisite about his situation, but his body betrayed him. Despite the impropriety, despite the humiliation of being subjected to these mechanical creatures, his cock was beginning to stir, pressing against the rough bark of the tree. He was being turned into an object of pleasure despite his best intentions. One robot began to pull and tug at his nipple, rolling the sensitive bud between its thumb and forefinger while maintaining the relentless vibration. The other slid its hands down Josh’s torso, its touch turning sharply to claws as it raked across the muscle stripes of his abs, eliciting a groan from deep within his chest.
Martyrdom was the point, Josh knew. Enduring became the goal. He focused his mind on the mission: prove himself worthy of a position in the agency by showing he could withstand anything.
“You look incredible, Josh,” Jonathan’s voice was almost a purr through the comms. “All that muscle, rippling with tension, red with exertion under my cameras. The nanocams are zooming in now. They’re getting a beautiful up-close view of your sweat glistening on those magnificent pecs. Don’t stop flexing those abs, boy. I want to see them dance for me.”
The robots redoubled their efforts. Hours passed. The sun moved across the sky as Josh remained tied to the tree, his body becoming a canvas of pleasure and pain. The robots never stopped—the vibration on his nipples becoming something of a constant drone, the fingers on his body constantly kneading, exploring, and challenging every inch of his muscular frame. His cock was throbbing painfully now, swollen and needy despite the humiliation of being so exposed, so controlled.
Quinn’s own breathing was ragged as he panted, his body engulfed in a maelstrom of sensations he couldn’t hope to control. Time had lost all meaning. The sun had blazed high overhead, then descended toward the treetops, and still the robots worked. They were relentless, methodical in their torture, leaving no part of his body untouched, no sensation unattended to.
Josh’slimbs began to tremble from fatigue, his muscles burning from the constant exertion of holding the positions Jonathan demanded. His chest heaved with each ragged breath, the muscles visibly quivering as the robots continued their ceaseless attentions. One machine focused its efforts exclusively on his nipples now, its cold fingers pinching and twisting the swollen buds while it maintained the persistent vibration that had them both painful and aroused beyond measure.
Just as Josh felt he couldn’t take any more, a familiar voice cut through Jonathan’s perverse commentary.
“Jonathan, I believe I’ve found the subject you were mentioning.”
Josh’s blood ran cold at the familiar sound. Looking past the two robots still ministering to his body, he saw Sam emerging from between the trees, a grin plastered across his face. His former roommate and best friend stood there observing with apparent amusement as Josh was subjected to these depraved acts.
“Sam?” Josh gasped, his voice cracking with strain and disbelief.
“Hello, Josh,” Sam replied, his eyes lingering on Josh’s exposed, sweating chest. “Jonathan’s been keeping me updated. He thought I might enjoy the show. And I do. Very much, in fact.”
Josh watched in horror as Sam approached, his eyes roaming hungrily over Josh’s muscular form. Sam had always admired his body, always complimented him, but never like this. Never with this predatory gleam in his eye.
“That’s right,” Jonathan’s voiceez through the comms. “Sam here has been a fan of your workout routine for quite some time. He’s requested a more, shall we say, interactive role in your final test.”
Sam reached out with his hand, and Josh flinched instinctively from the sensation it promised, but Sam merely ran his fingers lightly over Josh’s bicep, tracing the delineated muscle. Josh’s traitorous body responded, the sharp shift from machine touch to human contact causing a jolt that went straight to his groin. His cock, still achingly hard from hours of attention, pulsed visibly.
“Incredible,” Sam murmured, more to himself than to anyone. “These muscles… you never did show me what they could really do, not in private like this.”
“Don’t be shy now,” Jonathan’s voice encouraged. “This is your chance. You’ve wanted this for how long now? Fantasized about your friend’s body? Now you can have it. He’s all yours.”
Sam’s face broke into a grin at these words, and he began to circle Josh slowly, his eyes drinking in every inch of his form. The robots stepped back slightly, as if relinquishing their position to the newcomer, though they remained ready at a gesture from their master.
“First things first,” Sam announced, pulling a small vial from his pocket. “Jonathan’s given me some… enhancements.”
Josh watched with growing apprehension as Sam uncorked the vial and approached. The oily liquid inside glistened as he poured some into his palm before rubbing his hands together to warm it.
“What is that?” Josh asked, his voice thick with fear and desire—he couldn’t tell which was stronger now.
“Just something that’ll help you last longer,” Sam replied with a suggestive grin. “Make those muscles of yours pop a little more. You’ll like it, I promise.”
Before Josh could protest, Sam’s oiled hands landed on his chest. The sensation was electric—the oil slick and warm as Sam spread it over his already tender nipples and surrounding flesh. Wherever Sam touched, the skin began to tingle and intensify the rouge marks of arousal that had faded slightly while focus was on other areas. Josh couldn’t suppress the groan that escaped his lips as Sam’s fingers found his nipples, already swollen and incredibly sensitive from hours of mechanical attention.
“Oh god,” he moaned, his head falling back against the tree trunk as Sam’s fingers rolled the hypersensitive buds between his thumb and forefinger.
“Just getting started,” Sam assured him before moving down to Josh’s abs, his hands spreading the oil over the already taut muscles. The sensitizing cream was already taking effect, making every muscle group respond to even the slightest touch. Sam’s fingers traced along Josh’s obliques, and Josh could feel the sharp intake of breath as his body involuntarily jerked against the restraints.
“Perfect,” Sam murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Watch this.”
Sam spread his legs slightly and positioned his hips against Josh’s torso. The oil made his skin slide easily against Josh’s own as he began to rock, his growing erection pressing between Josh’s abs. The movement caused his own muscles to ripple in response, an involuntary display that Jonathan and Sam both seemed to be enjoying immensely.
“Jonathan, you should see this,” Sam said, not taking his eyes off Josh’s face. “I think he likes this almost as much as he fears it.”
“Continuing as planned,” was Jonathan’s only response, though Josh could hear the satisfaction in his voice. “Instruct the robots. The abs routine. Keep that muscles flexing.”
The robots reengaged immediately, moving back in to climb around Josh’s legs as Sam pressed himself against Josh’s oil-slick torso.
Sam continued to grind against him, his free hand coming up to grab Josh’s chin, forcing their eyes to meet. “You look amazing like this, Josh,” he whispered, his eyes locked on his friend’s. “All tied up, muscles on display, being used for pleasure. It’s everything I fantasized about.”
The words were like a physical blow, and Josh could feel his face burn with humiliation even as his body responded with betraying arousal. Sam bent down, his mouth coming close to Josh’s ear as he continued to speak, his voice low and intimate.
“Do you remember that time in the dorm, when you changed without a shirt? How I pretended not to watch, but I was?”
The memory flashed through Josh’s mind—Sam acting casual while his eyes roamed over Josh’s young, developing physique with undisguised admiration. He’d assumed it was just friendly appreciation, but now he saw it differently.
“I noticed you noticed,” Sam continued, nibbling on Josh’s earlobe. “That’s okay. You’re perfect. Made for this. Made for being admired, for being used.”
His free hand moved down to grab Josh’s cock, already stiff as a rail from the prolonged stimulation. “And for this,” Sam added, his hand beginning to stroke the length as he continued to grind against Josh’s abs.
The dual sensations were overwhelming—Sam grinding against his abs, stroking his cock, and whispering indecent things into his ears, all while the robots maintained their relentless attention on his nipples. Josh’s mind was fragmented between the humiliation and the intense pleasure, unable to focus on either in the onslaught of sensation.
“Keep flexing!” Jonathan’s voice snapped through the comms, and Josh realized he’d temporarily forgotten his stance against the tree. He quickly engaged his abs, making them ripple with renewed intensity for his unseen observer.
“Beautiful,” Sam murmured, his eyes fixed on where his own cock was pressing against Josh’s oiled muscles. “Such a perfect specimen. So strong. So… obedient.”
Sam’s hand on Josh’s cock began to move faster, his thumb sweeping over the head with every stroke. The oils were affecting his own nerves too, making every touch more intense, every sensation more profound.
“That’s it,” Sam encouraged. “Feel that? I’m so close just from watching you, from touching you. God, you’re incredible.”
The robots ceased their nipple play temporarily, their metal hands moving instead to Josh’s shoulders and chest, their grip strong as they forced his muscles to flex even harder. Josh moaned at the mix of pain and pleasure, his attention splitting between Sam’s ministrations on his cock and the robots’ demands on his upper body.
Sam now positioned himself differently, his knees on the ground between Josh’s legs as he continued to stroke Josh’s cock with one hand, his other hand smoothing oil over Josh’s thighs and chest. He leaned in, his tongue coming out to circle Josh’s nipple, the now incredibly sensitive bud sending jolts of electricity through his entire body.
“Sam,” Josh moaned helplessly, the sensation almost unbearable. “I-I can’t take much more.”
Sam pulled back slightly, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Oh, but you can. You will. You’re going to take everything I give you, just like Jonathan said you would. For the Agency, right?”
Before Josh could respond, Sam dropped his head lower, his tongue trailing down towards Josh’s navel as his hand continued to work his cock. The robots moved with Sam, kneeling by his side, their hands gripping Josh’s thighs and abs, forcing them to remain taut and on display.
When Sam reached Josh’s cock, he hesitated only a moment before taking the length into his mouth. Josh’s moan was loud and unrestrained this time, his hips bucking instinctively forward, though he was restrained by both the ropes and the robots’ firm hands on his thighs.
“Letting him free would encourage more of that,” Sam chuckled, releasing Josh’s cock momentarily before taking it back into his mouth with a sigh of apparent pleasure. “But you are free to come. As many times as we like.”
And indeed, Josh could already feel the familiar tightening in his balls, built up from hours of teasing pleasure that now reached the breaking point. Sam’s mouth felt incredible on his heated flesh—warm, wet, and insistent, with just the right amount of suction to push him toward climax.
As Sam worked him with his mouth, the robots returned to Josh’s chest, their hands and clever mechanical fingers once again finding his nipples and applying sensations designed to heighten the pleasure and prolong the process. Josh threw his head back, his eyes squeezing shut as he surrendered to the overwhelming stimulations occupying every area of his body.
“I’m…” Josh managed to moan. “I can’t—!”
His sentence was cut off by his orgasm, the powerful sensation flooding through his body as he emptied into Sam’s eager mouth. Bucking against both the ropes and the forceful hands keeping him in place, he cried out loudly, his body shuddering with the intensity of his release. Sam swallowed everything he offered, then pulled away with a wet sigh.
“Incredible,” he breathed, looking up at Josh with eyes dark with desire. “That was just your first this afternoon. We have hours left.”
Josh could only gasp in response, his body feeling like it was on fire from the sheer intensity of his climax and the pronounced oil still coating his skin. The robots had ceased their activity temporarily, giving him a chance to catch his breath, but already they began to move again, their attention returning to his nipples and muscles.
“You think you’ve earned a break?” Sam asked, his voice soft despite the cruel edge to his words. “Not yet. Jonathan has other plans for you, and I intend to enjoy them thoroughly.”
Sam stood and circled around Josh, appraising him like a piece of art. The robots followed his movements, their multi-jointed limbs contorting to maintain contact with Josh’s chest and nipples from whatever angle Sam chose to observe from.
“The come first, and that’s okay,” Jonathan’s voice came through again. “But now we want to see more suffering. More endurance. You’re still not fully broken, boy.”
Sam nodded as if he heard Jonathan too, and approached a nearby tree where he had left a small metal case. When he returned, he held a syringe filled with a clear liquid that glittered in what little light remained of the setting sun. He watched overwhelmed and entranced as the liquid moved within the glass with the weak light.
“What is that?” Josh asked hesitantly.
“Extra muscle stimulant,” Sam replied without looking up, injecting the substance into the constellation of:mohsules on Josh’s deltoid. “Jonathan’s special recipe. It’ll keep those muscles nice and firm for the next phase of your training.”
His intense admiring gaze dropped to the needle entering Josh, a rapid and influx consumed muscle fibers that widened a smile that curl into twisted satisfied expression across his face.
Josh felt the liquid spread through his system almost immediately, his muscles tensing and enlarging perceptibly under his skin. The oil continued to make them glisten erotically despite his position, taunting force on display for his observer and former best friend turned tormentor.
“Perfect timing,” Jonathan’s voice may be dark and ancient but just like that had returned in all its full sinister power. “Let the final torture commence.”
One of the robots approached with restraints, unlocking Josh and reattaching him to a specially designed harness system that kept his chest thrusting forward while leaving his hands free in certain motions. The engineering was beautiful and cruel in its design, keeping his muscles engaged but allowing precise movements for their specific needs.
Sam watched with apparent fascination as the robots positioned weights before Josh’s hands, the muscles in his arms and chest visibly engaging to maintain his position.
“Excellent,” Sam murmured, moving behind Josh to get a better view. “Now, pick up the weights and hold them at chest level.”
Josh obeyed, his arms burning with exertion as he lifted the weights, the muscles in his biceps and pectorals twitching visibly with the effort.
“Good,” Sam encouraged, and one of Josh’s nipples received the detrimental attention of a hungry and satisfied robot. “Just like that. Keep them flexed and up.”
The remaining robot approached Sam, who gave a slight nod before it retreated into the trees carrying something that Josh couldn’t see from his position.
“No rest for the wicked, right?” Sam gloated, as he watched Josh struggle without apparent concern. “Or in your case, no rest for the… increasingly expendable.”
When Sam returned a few minutes later, he carried a metal framework and some additional restraints. He positioned the frame before Josh’s chest, fitting the restraints to hold Josh’s wrists and forearms in a way that kept his hands holding the weights while allowing his pecs and abs to bulge forward more prominently.
“Now we have you perfectly positioned,” Sam announced, stepping back to admire his work. The robots returned at his gesture, each taking a position at Josh’s sides, their hands on his chest and nipple regions. “For the next phase of your training.”
Josh watched helplessly as Sam removed his own clothes, revealing an athletic body that had clearly been difficult beneath his habitual wardrobe, but nothing compared to Josh’s own physique. Sam’s cock was hard, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
“Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you,” Sam promised, approaching Josh and spreading his legs so they straddled Josh’s torso. “At first, anyway.”
Sam lowered himself slowly, his cock sliding between the valley of Josh’s pecs, made slick by the oil that still coated his skin. Josh could feel every inch of Sam’s hardening length press against his chest, the friction causing a jolt of sensation that combined with the robots’ attentions on his still-sensitive nipples to nearly overwhelm him.
“Fuck,” Josh groaned, trying to adjust to the new sensations as the robots maintained pressure on his nipples while Sam enjoyed his position. “Fuck, I can’t—”
“You can,” Sam assured him, looking down at Josh with a predatory smile. “You have to. This is what Jonathan wants. This is what I want. This is what being an agent is about, isn’t it? Sacrifice. Endurance.”
And then Sam began to move, rocking his hips slowly back and forth, his cock sliding between Josh’s oiled muscles with an enticing friction that was somehow miserable and incredible simultaneously. With each forward thrust, Josh’s pecs were forced to engage, to flex against Sam’s body, the weights in his hands forcing them to ripple in a visible symphony of endurance and arousal.
“Look at you,” Sam muttered, watching Josh’s face with what seemed to be genuine admiration tinged with cruelty. “So strong. So beautiful. You couldn’t even imagine how often I thought about this, about having you like this, under me, for me.”
The robots responded to something in Sam’s tone, their attentions on Josh’s chest increasing—pinching and rolling his nipples, their hands applying direct pressure to make his muscles flex harder against Sam’s moving body.
“Incredible,” Jonathan’s voice came once more. “The simulations of enemy torture scenarios suggest this twins a common method of breaking targets. The combination of physical restraint with personal violation is devastatingly effective.”
Sam increased his pace, his breathing growing more ragged as he enjoyed the sensations of Josh’s body working against his own. “I’m close again,” he announced between thrusts. “And you’re going to help me finish.”
Sam positioned himself to ensure maximum friction against Josh’s pecs with every stroke, and moments later, he came with a sharp groan, his release painting Josh’s chest with warm silk.
“Perfect,” Sam breathed, still catching his breath as he stepped back, allowing the robots to continue their work on Josh. “But we’re not done. Not by a long shot.”
He approached again, this time holding a riding crop that he traced lightly across Josh’s oiled stomach. The skin jumped in response, each muscle group twitching involuntarily, more stimulated by the sensation than needing to flex for weights. Josh—if at all possible—felt himself become harder. He cursed his own body the while outwardly he prepare himself.
“So receptive,” Sam murmured, bringing the crop down with a sharp flick on Josh’s thigh. Josh jumped at the sting, the sensation cutting through the dull roar of his already heightened senses.
The robots responded by redoubling their attentions to his nipples, their vibrators intensifying to undo the sharp sting the crop had left across his thigh muscles already curled from being on his toes in preparation. Sam watched with clear fascination as Josh’s body processed the conflicting sensations—pain and pleasure coming from different points of contact, controlled indescribably perfectly.
“Jonathan, the stimulant is working beautifully,” Sam reported. “His muscles are responding more than ever.”
“Good,” Jonathan’s voice approved. “We want to see maximum endurance from this specimen. Maximum… flexibility.”
Sam understood immediately. He approached Josh, positioning himself behind him. “This might hurt a bit,” he warned, though there was no real concern in his voice. “But it’ll be worth it.”
Josh tightened involuntarilh, his only resistance failing him almost immediately, understanding his futility. He instinctually thought he was preparing for discomfort—pain would be preferred at this point—but he wasn’t expecting what came next. A cold, slippery gel was applied to what Josh figured was Sam’s now restrengthened cock, and then something else—artifially stretching cold metal was pressed against his own opening. The following sensation differed entirely from any he had experienced before as foreign object breached the forbidden barrier of his anus.
He missed no detail slow and deliberate forward progress of the object that was now sending strange signals to his enormous universe. Long-obsoleted nerve endings coming online in new and unexpected ways rocked him as these feelings merge with the skin sensitisation across his entire body.
The intruding object stretched him deliciously, pressing against places he never knew existed, igniting nerves that sparked with unexpected pleasure even as they also brought sensations bordering on pain. The sensation was profound and strange—foreign and yet somehow completely different from anything he’d previously experienced, as if entirely new pleasure centers were lighting up across his body like Christmas lights.
“Relax,” Sam advised, his voice thick with his own rising excitement. “It’ll feel better if you push against it.”
Josh’s mind was too scattered to process the instructions clearly, but somehow his body responded, pushing back and allowing the object to slide further inside. The sensation intensified, spreading through his lower belly and even connecting somehow with his cock, which was now so hard it was almost painful, trapped as it was against the restraints.
When the object was fully seated inside him, Sam began to move, shallow thrusts that made the metal shift and press against those mystical spots that sent waves of unexpected pleasure through his torso. Josh noticed he was moaning loudly, his own voice sounding foreign even to his own ears amid growing pleasure drowning his sentient.
“God, you feel incredible,” Sam gasped, his hands moving to grasp Josh’s hips as he increased his pace. “So tight. So responsive.”
And he was. Between the heavy metal forever destroying his innards and the intense stimulation all over his skin, Josh felt hips positioned exactly how opponents theories predicted for uncomfortable additional pressure while his sphincter was miserably spread.
The robots moved in sync with Sam’s thrusts, their hands on Josh’s nipples, forcing him to flex his abs and pecs against the restraints, against the metal embedded within his body, against the continued needle-like scratches their cold metal digits were raking across his muscles. Josh’s mind was fragmented between the humiliations and cheap tricks designed by sadistic bastards in labs unable to accept their failures.
Cock liberally fed between puckered breasts, the machine applied new layers and layers of un-tauntable sensations across already protectors of his nipples and torsi that had been rendered hypersensitive of ungodly perplexing conclusions comparing agony and ecstasy until the tsunami-overwhelmed him, what seemed the final wave crashed unsurmountably against him.
The orgasm was like nothing Josh had ever experienced before, wrenching and total—all of his awareness thrown downward towards where Sam was fucking his ass output uncontrollably while he melded into the ties, robots, and metal pleasure that flipped a new switch increasing lesion frequency to hisjons. Bucking and thrashing within the restraints, he screamed wordlessly as his cock seemed to spurt forever, coating everywhere and his head exploding and thighs giving out while Sam slammed repeatedly into his now loose ass.
The show completed, Jonathan’s final order came. “He failed his test and deserves punishment. Tie him to another tree while the robots continue their attentions until he comes twelve more times.”
Sam and the robots complied without hesitation, freeing him from the metal and retying him to a different tree deeper in the forest, his still-muscled body on display for his unseen superior observer. His legs were spread, and his chest was thrust forward, the oil and come now drying unpleasantly on his skin. The robots resumed their endless ministrations—sucking on his nipples, stroking his cock, despite his protests of exhaustion.
He had pleaded, promised patients, but like the merciless machines they were he wouldn’t stop driving Josh insane, edging him to the point of orgasm only to pause, making torture stretches to hours as Jonathan laughed watching the incredible specimen twisted into perverted relief, pressing against trees tip-tied and arched and contracting around the machine placement. Josh came twelve more times as directed, the orgams growing weaker and less satisfying until finally, mercifully, he felt his consciousness slipping away. In the last moments before darkness took him, his final coherent thought was that he would indeed do whatever it took to become an agent, even if it meant surrendering completely to the dark pleasures of his superior’s twisted training methods.
