The alarm blared at 6:30 AM, but Jason barely registered it. His body was still trembling from the previous night’s ordeal, muscles aching from the forced workout and the constant electrical stimulation. He reached down to his throbbing cock, already half-hard from the lingering effects of the nipple clamps Gary had left on him before sending him home. As his fingers brushed against the sensitive tip, his phone buzzed with a message from Gary: “Hands off, boy. I’m watching.”
Jason snatched his hand back, heart pounding. He wasn’t supposed to know that Gary had cameras installed in his apartment, but somehow, he’d expected it. The humiliation of being monitored even in his own sanctuary made his stomach churn. He dragged himself out of bed, muscles protesting with every movement. His reflection in the mirror showed a man broken – eyes tired, body marked with red welts where Gary’s straps had been too tight.
In the kitchen, the remnants of yesterday’s humiliation stared back at him from the countertop. A protein shake bottle sat beside a small glass vial containing a milky substance – the cum Gary had collected from him during last night’s milking session. Beside it lay instructions: “Mix 1/4 cup of your collection into your morning protein shake. Don’t disappoint me.” Jason’s stomach turned at the thought, but he knew better than to disobey. He poured the thick fluid into his shake, watching as it swirled and mixed with the powder, turning the pale white liquid into something sickeningly opaque. He drank it down in three gulps, forcing himself not to taste it, not to think about what he was consuming.
His phone buzzed again. “Get dressed. The vibrator goes in at level 3. Electric nodes on nipples, level 3. Be ready to leave in fifteen minutes.”
Jason complied, his movements mechanical. He strapped the dildo vibrator around his waist, feeling its cold plastic press against his sensitive hole. With trembling fingers, he attached the electric nodes to his nipples, wincing as they connected with a soft buzz. He turned the dial to level 3, immediately feeling the tingling sensation spread through his chest, straight down to his groin. His cock twitched, hardening despite his exhaustion.
As he buttoned his shirt, he caught a glimpse of himself in the hallway mirror – a respectable young man in a tailored suit, but with eyes that held the ghost of submission. The vibrator hummed against his ass, sending waves of pleasure-pain through his body. He adjusted his tie, trying to ignore the growing wet spot forming in his underwear.
The commute to work was agony. Every bump in the road sent vibrations through his seat directly into his prostate. He shifted uncomfortably in his car, one hand gripping the steering wheel while the other rested on his thigh, fighting the urge to adjust himself. He imagined Gary watching him, perhaps even controlling the device remotely, and the thought made his cock throb painfully.
When he arrived at the office, Gary was waiting in his office, watching the security feed intently.
“Come in, Jason,” Gary said, his voice smooth and commanding. “Let’s see how my property is holding up.”
Jason entered, standing before Gary’s desk. The older man circled him like a predator, his eyes raking over Jason’s body with undisguised hunger.
“Unbutton your shirt,” Gary commanded.
Jason hesitated only a second before complying, revealing his chest and the electric nodes attached to his nipples. They glowed softly in the dim office light.
“Beautiful,” Gary murmured, reaching out to trace a finger along Jason’s collarbone. “So responsive. Turn it up to level 4.”
Jason flinched as the intensity increased, a sharp gasp escaping his lips. Gary chuckled, a low rumbling sound that sent shivers down Jason’s spine.
“Remember your place, boy,” Gary whispered, his breath hot against Jason’s ear. “You belong to me now. Every inch of this magnificent body is mine to use as I see fit.”
Jason nodded, his breathing ragged as pleasure and pain warred within him. Gary’s hand moved to his crotch, squeezing gently.
“You’re already hard,” Gary observed, a smirk playing on his lips. “Good. That’s exactly how I want you today.”
The intercom buzzed, announcing a meeting in thirty minutes. Gary sighed, stepping back.
“To the gym at lunchtime,” he instructed. “Don’t disappoint me, Jason. Or you’ll regret it.”
Jason spent the morning in a state of perpetual arousal, his mind unable to focus on financial reports and market trends. Every movement, every breath, every vibration from the dildo sent waves of sensation through his body. He caught Gary watching him several times, the older man’s eyes gleaming with satisfaction whenever Jason shifted uncomfortably in his chair or bit his lip to suppress a moan.
At noon, Gary summoned him to the executive gym. No one else used it, especially not during lunch hours. Jason followed Gary into the spacious room, his heart hammering against his ribs. Gary locked the door behind them, the click echoing ominously in the empty space.
“Strip,” Gary commanded, leaning against the weight bench and crossing his arms.
Jason’s fingers trembled as he unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. He kicked off his shoes, removed his socks, and slid his pants and boxers down his legs, stepping out of them with a mixture of shame and excitement. He stood before Gary, naked and vulnerable, his cock standing at full attention.
Gary’s eyes devoured him, taking in every muscle, every curve, every mark from yesterday’s activities.
“Magnificent,” Gary breathed, approaching him. He ran his hands over Jason’s chest, squeezing his pecs and tracing the lines of his six-pack abs. “Such perfect muscles. Made for my enjoyment.”
He tested the firmness of Jason’s biceps, kneading the flesh appreciatively.
“Today we’re going to build on what we started yesterday,” Gary said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “We’re going to push these muscles to their limits. And you’re going to love every second of it.”
Jason nodded, his breathing shallow as Gary’s hands explored his body. The electric nodes on his nipples buzzed steadily, keeping him on the edge of pleasure and pain.
“First, arms,” Gary announced. “Bicep curls. Against the wall. Use the thirty-five pound dumbbells. Six sets of fifteen reps.”
Jason positioned himself against the wall, the cool surface a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body. He picked up the heavy weights, feeling the strain in his shoulders immediately.
“Ready?” Gary asked, moving to stand beside him.
“Yes, sir,” Jason replied automatically, already falling into the pattern of submission.
“Good,” Gary said, and Jason began his reps, the weights pulling at his muscles with each lift. He focused on his form, determined to please his master. By the fifth rep, sweat was beading on his forehead, his biceps burning with exertion.
“Keep going,” Gary encouraged, his voice low and hypnotic. “Feel those muscles working. Feel them growing stronger under my command.”
Jason finished the fifteenth rep, his arms shaking with fatigue. He lowered the weights, panting heavily.
“Now,” Gary said, moving behind him. “Appraisal time.”
He wrapped his arms around Jason’s chest, his hands finding Jason’s swollen biceps. He squeezed firmly, eliciting a groan from the younger man.
“Look at that pump,” Gary murmured, his lips brushing against Jason’s ear. “So hard. So powerful. And yet completely at my mercy.”
He guided Jason’s arms upward, flexing the biceps. Jason could feel the burn in his muscles, the ache of overexertion. Gary’s hands moved to his hips, securing a leather strap around them.
“What’s this for?” Jason asked, his voice thick with desire.
“So you stay nice and still for me,” Gary explained, attaching another strap around Jason’s neck. “I wouldn’t want you to get distracted.”
He stepped back, admiring his handiwork. Jason stood trapped between the wall and the straps, his arms free but his body constrained. Gary walked around him, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
“Level five,” he said, and Jason gasped as the intensity of the vibrator and nipple clamps increased dramatically. Pleasure exploded through his body, centered in his groin and radiating outward. He moaned loudly, his hips bucking involuntarily against the wall.
“Now, keep those abs contracted while I enjoy myself,” Gary commanded, dropping to his knees before Jason. He ran his hands over the younger man’s washboard abdomen, feeling the muscles ripple beneath his touch. Then, he leaned forward and took one of Jason’s nipples into his mouth, sucking hard on the sensitive nub while the electric node buzzed against it.
Jason cried out, the sensation overwhelming. He instinctively tried to pull away, but the straps held him in place. Gary laughed softly against his skin, then moved to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment.
“Please,” Jason whimpered, his cock throbbing painfully. “I need to—”
“I know what you need,” Gary interrupted, standing up. “And you’ll get it when I say so. Now, finish your set.”
He released the straps and handed Jason the dumbbells once more. Jason completed the remaining five sets in a haze of pain and pleasure, Gary’s “appraisals” becoming more intense with each completion. By the time he finished, Jason was sweating profusely, his arms trembling with exhaustion, and his cock was leaking pre-cum uncontrollably.
Next were the abs and pecs. Gary devised increasingly creative tortures, combining weights with nipple play and oral stimulation. Jason lost track of time, his world narrowing down to the sensations coursing through his body – the burn of his muscles, the zing of the electric nodes, the wet heat of Gary’s mouth on his skin.
Throughout it all, Gary expertly kept Jason on the edge of orgasm, never allowing him release. Each time Jason thought he might climax, Gary would either reduce the intensity of the toys or apply ice to his overheated skin, dragging him back from the brink.
Two hours later, Jason collapsed to his knees, his energy completely sapped. His body was covered in sweat, his muscles screaming in protest. His cock was painfully hard, leaking a steady stream of pre-cum onto the gym floor, but he hadn’t been permitted to orgasm. Gary watched him with satisfaction, a knowing smile on his face.
“Good boy,” Gary praised, stroking Jason’s damp hair. “You’ve done so well.”
Jason looked up at him, his eyes glazed with exhaustion and desire.
“Now,” Gary continued, “it’s time for your reward. Well, my reward anyway.”
He unbound Jason’s hands, which had been restrained behind his back during much of the workout. Then, he produced a bottle of viagra lotion from his gym bag.
“This will help increase your sensitivity,” Gary explained, rubbing the cooling gel into Jason’s chest muscles. “Every touch will be amplified tenfold.”
Jason shuddered as the lotion absorbed into his skin, making his already hypersensitive nipples tingle even more intensely.
“On your knees,” Gary commanded, unzipping his pants. “Hands behind your back.”
Jason complied, positioning himself before Gary’s growing erection. Gary bound his hands together with a zip tie, leaving his chest and abdomen completely exposed.
“My cock needs attention,” Gary stated, stroking himself slowly. “But I don’t want your hands. I want you to use those magnificent abs of yours.”
Jason looked confused for a moment, then understanding dawned on him. He scooted forward, pressing his stomach against Gary’s cock. Gary groaned, his head falling back as the contact sent sparks of pleasure through his body.
“That’s it,” Gary encouraged, placing his hands on the back of Jason’s head. “Use your muscles. Grind against me. Make me cum with your body.”
Jason began to rock his hips, using the strength of his abdominal muscles to massage Gary’s cock. The movement sent waves of pleasure through his own body, the friction against his sensitive nipples and the constant vibration from the dildo almost too much to bear. He moaned softly, his breathing ragged with effort and arousal.
Gary watched him with hungry eyes, occasionally toying with Jason’s nipples or running his hands over the younger man’s chest. The combination of visual stimulation and physical sensation drove Gary closer to the edge.
“Not yet,” Gary warned when Jason’s moans grew louder. “You don’t get to cum until I say so.”
Jason whimpered but complied, slowing his movements slightly. Gary increased the intensity of the dildo and nipple clamps, bringing Jason back to the brink of ecstasy.
“Faster,” Gary demanded, his voice strained with need. “Harder. Use those abs, you magnificent beast.”
Jason obeyed, grinding against Gary with renewed vigor. Sweat poured down his body, his muscles burning with the effort. Gary’s grip tightened in his hair, his hips bucking in rhythm with Jason’s movements.
“Almost there,” Gary panted. “Just a little more.”
Jason focused all his remaining energy on pleasing his master, his body a weapon of pure sexual pleasure. With a final thrust of his hips, Gary came, his cum spraying across Jason’s abs in hot ropes. Jason cried out, the sight and smell of his master’s release pushing him to the edge of his own endurance.
“Don’t you dare cum,” Gary warned, though his voice was weak with satisfaction. “Not until I give you permission.”
Jason bit his lip, forcing himself to hold back the orgasm that threatened to overwhelm him. He remained kneeling before Gary, his chest heaving, his cock throbbing with denied release.
Gary straightened his clothes, a satisfied smile on his face. He looked down at Jason with possessive pride.
“Clean yourself up,” he instructed, handing Jason a towel. “Then get dressed and go home. Remember, no touching yourself. I’ll be watching.”
Jason wiped the cum from his stomach, the scent filling his nostrils. He dressed slowly, his body still vibrating with unspent lust. As he left the gym, Gary called after him:
“Tomorrow, we’ll start with your legs. I want to see those quads bulging.”
Jason nodded, a sense of dread and anticipation washing over him simultaneously. He drove home in a daze, his mind replaying the events of the day. The humiliation of being used, the pleasure of submission, the constant denial of release – it all combined to create a potent cocktail of emotions that left him both exhausted and strangely exhilarated.
When he arrived home, he immediately checked his phone. There was a message from Gary: “Go to the bathroom. Run a warm bath. Wait for further instructions.”
Jason complied, filling the tub with steaming water. As he waited, another message came through: “Remove your clothes. Stand in front of the mirror and admire your muscles. They belong to me now.”
Jason stripped, turning to face the full-length mirror. He examined his body – the defined pecs, the ripped abs, the powerful arms. Every muscle bore the marks of Gary’s ownership, and the thought sent a shiver of desire down his spine. His cock, still semi-hard, twitched in response.
The doorbell rang, jolting him from his reverie. He wrapped a towel around his waist and went to answer it, his heart pounding with fear and anticipation. Standing on his doorstep was Jerry, the janitor from Gary’s office, a wide grin on his face.
“Mr. Henderson sent me,” Jerry said, pushing past Jason into the apartment. “Said you needed some… special attention.”
Jason’s stomach dropped. He thought this was between him and Gary, a private arrangement that would remain secret. The realization that others were involved made his humiliation complete.
“Come on,” Jerry urged, leading him toward the bathroom. “Let’s get you ready for your bath.”
Jason followed numbly, his mind racing. Jerry helped him into the tub, adjusting the water temperature with practiced ease. Then, he produced a syringe from his pocket.
“Muscle stimulant,” Jerry explained, injecting the clear liquid into Jason’s thigh. “Mr. Henderson wants to enhance your muscle definition. It’ll make everything more… pronounced.”
Jason felt a burning sensation spread through his body as the drug took effect. His muscles seemed to swell, his skin tightening over them. He looked down at his chest, watching in awe as his pecs became more defined, his abs deeper and more pronounced. Jerry ran his hands over Jason’s body, a look of pure delight on his face.
“Perfect,” he murmured. “Absolutely perfect.”
He placed a pen between two of Jason’s abdominal muscles, instructing him to hold it there. Then, he produced a collection tube and attached it to Jason’s cock.
“Milking time,” Jerry announced, setting up a camera to record the proceedings. “Mr. Henderson wants to watch.”
Jason groaned as Jerry applied electric brushes to his nipples, the sensation amplified by the viagra lotion still on his skin. Within seconds, he was on the verge of orgasm, his cock twitching violently. He came with a cry, thick streams of cum shooting into the collection tube. Jerry resumed the stimulation immediately, keeping Jason on the edge of pleasure and pain.
For the next hour, Jason was subjected to a relentless assault on his senses. Jerry alternated between nipple play, muscle stimulation, and anal penetration, each method designed to prolong Jason’s pleasure without allowing release. The younger man lost track of time, his world narrowed down to the sensations coursing through his body – the burn of his muscles, the zing of the electricity, the stretch of his ass.
Finally, Jason passed out, his body completely spent. Jerry caught him as he slumped forward, carefully positioning him in the tub so he could continue the milking process even in unconsciousness. Throughout the night, Jason would occasionally jolt awake, experiencing moments of overwhelming sensation before passing out again. Jerry recorded everything, ensuring Gary would have a detailed account of the evening’s activities.
When Jason finally awoke the next morning, he was alone in the tub, the water cold. His body ached in ways he didn’t know possible, his muscles sore and overworked. He stumbled out of the tub, noting the collection tube filled with his cum sitting on the counter. A note from Gary was attached: “Drink it. You need the protein.”
Jason vomited in the toilet, his body rebelling against the thought of consuming his own semen. But the memory of Gary’s threats echoed in his mind – the exposure of his OnlyFans account, the release of embarrassing videos, the destruction of his career and family’s reputation. With tears streaming down his face, he forced himself to drink the contents of the tube, gagging with each swallow.
The phone rang. It was Gary.
“Did you drink it?” he asked, his voice calm and controlled.
“Yes,” Jason whispered, his throat raw.
“Good,” Gary replied. “Now get ready for work. We have a long day ahead of us. And remember – you belong to me now. Every part of you. I can do whatever I want, whenever I want.”
Jason hung up, a sense of hopelessness washing over him. He dressed slowly, his body a canvas of bruises and welts, each mark a reminder of his submission to Gary. As he left for work, he wondered how long he could endure this torment, knowing that the alternative would destroy everything he had worked so hard to build.
