Jayson stared across the room at the two mirrors, which were set up to ensure he got a clear view of his entire body.
Staring back at him was a very muscular and impressive body affixed to the wall with straps at the biceps, wrists, pecs, hips, thighs, and ankles. A thick collar around the neck was also attached to the wall. His chest, normally covered in hair, was hairless. In the middle of the chest, there were two shiny medal disks with the tips of his nipples sticking out. If he looked closely, he would notice the disks were carved with intricate patterns. His eyes continued down the image until it came to the root of his cock, which was also hairless. Just above that, in big, bold black box letters, was the word “FAG.” His eyes continued down to where his cock was enclosed by a bright, shiny silver tube with intricate carvings on it. While he couldn’t see them, he knew there were two bars through his cock attached to the tube. And they had been permanently welded on.
At the end of the tube, his cockhead flared outward. But it was no longer white; it was now a bright pink, and small black letters mimicked his groin, spelling “FAG”. Below that, his balls were encased in a decorative, shiny silver case. His balls were squeezed in the case, just enough to be uncomfortable. Also, the weight of the case pulled them downwards. Just like the cocktube, it had also been permanently attached.
The reality hit him that he was no longer a “man.” Those parts of his anatomy that defined manhood had been permanently locked away, and large signs had been placed on his body to explain and remind him of his new position. The reality exploded into his brain, and he screamed in horror, although most of the sound was absorbed by the ball gag in his mouth.
He remained alone long enough to stop screaming and try to compose himself. When the door opened, and Ryan walked in, he began screaming threats and obscenities at him.
“What?”
Jayson continued to try to be heard.
“I can’t hear you with that thing in your mouth. But that is just as well, as there is nothing you have to say that interests me.” Ryan walked over and dropped several items on the table. He reached up and gently tugged on one of Jayson's nipple shield-encased tits. Pain shot through Jayson, and he tried to pull away.
“That is what happens when you don’t obey – you get pain. And I have several spots I can give it to,” he said, and he reached down and gently touched the metal-encased cock and balls. Jayson could feel the touch, but it wasn’t horrible. “That was probably tolerable, but then I wasn’t going for pain,” he smirked.
Ryan picked up a couple of wires and snapped them onto the back of the metal sac holding his balls. The wires were attached to a small black box. He reached up and unclasped the straps at the back of the head that held the ball gag in place. As soon as he did, he reached up and pushed the ball gag in place.
“Now, don’t try to push that thing out, or you will really piss me off. Understand?”
A mumble occurred, which Ryan interpreted as “Fuck you.”
“Fuck me? No, you are the one who will be fucked if you push that ball gag out.”
Looking into Ryan’s stare, Jayson knew that Ryan was speaking the truth. Ryan reached over and picked up a lump of leather. He straightened it out and showed it to Jayson. It was a latex hood with eye holes, nose holes, and a small, round mouth hole. Ryan turned the hood so that Jayson could see inside. On each side of the mouth hole was a rectangular block of soft leather.
“Now, I am going to removal the ball gag and put this hood on. When the rectangles are in place, you will open your mouth, I will insert them, and you can bite down. Capice??”
Staring at Ryan with hatred in his eyes, Jayson did nothing until Ryan gently rubbed his tit, sending pain through his chest. He then nodded yes. Ryan slowly removed the ball gag.
“You motherfucking, piece…” Jayson began, but this turned into a scream as a jolt of pain shot through his balls. It was sustained for a couple of seconds.
Ryan held up a device displaying the number 2. “That was an electrical shot to your balls. That was only a 2.” Ryan clicked a couple of times, and the number went up. “Say anything else, and you will try a 5. And believe me, you will not like it.”
“I’m going to…” escaped Jayson’s lips before a mule kicked him in the balls, and he screamed. A tear escaped one eye.
“And that was just a pulse. Next time you say something, I’m going to hold it down for several seconds. Think you would like that.”
Jayson's lips parted before he caught himself, and he shook his head no.
“You’re learning. Maybe you aren’t quite as dumb as I thought.”
Ryan picked up the leather hood, brought it over Jayson’s head, and pulled it down. It was a tight fit, just as Ryan desired.
“Open your mouth,” Ryan demanded. When Jayson did, he felt the rectangular blocks being pushed between his teeth. “Bite down.” Jayson complied. As he did, Ryan pulled the bottom of the hood down and back under the chin before letting it go. Jayson felt his lower jaw being pushed upward. He tried to open his jaws, but the fit of the hood didn’t allow him to open much.
Ryan unclipped the back of the collar from the wall. Picking up the remote, he dialed it up to 6 and said, “Bend your head forward.” Jayson did so without hesitation. Ryan stepped to the side, reached over, adjusted the hood, then slid the zipper from the top to the bottom. He had to apply some pressure as the fit was tight. Once the zipper was down, he ordered Jayson to lift his head. He took a small luggage-type lock and locked the zipper to the collar. The hood was going nowhere.
He stepped back and smiled at what he saw. The hood was molded perfectly against Jayson’s head, tight and smooth. Ryan could see Jayson’s eyes clearly and hear him breathe through his nostrils and the small hole in the middle of his mouth.
“You're looking good so far, but we have some more to go,” Ryan said.
Jayson mumbled, “No, please..” which was barely understandable. Ryan picked up the remote, and Jayson started shaking his head back and forth with fear in his eyes.
“Then just be quiet. I am going to release your arms and chest from the wall. When I do, I want you to bend over at the waist and place your hands behind your back with each hand grabbing the opposite elbow. Don’t think about trying to grab me or anything, because you are still restrained in the lower half, and more importantly, I still have my remote.” He waved the device in his hand so that Jayson could see the number 6. “Understand your instructions?” Jayson nodded yes.
Ryan went about releasing the biceps and wrist restraints, then the chest strap. Jayson could now move his upper body. He shook his arms to increase circulation.
“Bend,” Ryan said while his finger played with the remote. Jayson bent at the waist and placed his arms behind his back in the prescribed position. Ryan looked at the arms, then bent and picked up a long piece of cushioned leather with straps hanging from it. He placed the leather underneath Jayson’s combined arms, then wrapped them around and velcroed them in place. He slid his fingers in each end to make sure it wasn’t too tight.
He next brought the wrist straps together and buckled them in place. He again checked the fit. He repeated the same on the other wrist. He closed the other three buckles as well.
“Try to pull your arms apart,” Ryan demanded. Jayson tried but couldn’t move them much, and it was obvious that the hand couldn’t slide through the leather tunnel. “Excellent,” Ryan said as he picked up several small locks and secured them to each buckle. The arm corset wasn’t coming off easily.
“You may stand back up.”
Jason complied but had to lean slightly forward because his arms were pushing him out from the wall. Ryan reattached the leather chest strap, once again securing Jayson’s upper body to the wall.
“I am now going to release your ankle restraints, but not the ones around your thighs. You know what will happen if you try to kick.” Once the restraints were removed, Ryan applied padded ankle cuffs with a chain between them, about 18 inches long. These were also locked on. He stood and clipped a leather dog leash to the D-ring on the front of the collar.
“I’m going to remove the other restraints, and then you and I are going for a walk. Don’t forget that I have my best friend, and your worst enemy here.” He shook the remote device back and forth. “If we run into anybody, I wouldn’t suggest trying to ask for help, or I just might turn the volume up to 10 and fry your fucking balls. If they ask, this is something you want.” Hearing the tone in his voice, Jayon believed him.
Before releasing him, Ryan placed a leather belt around Jayson’s waist and attached the small box to it with two wires leading to the ball case, where it was attached. It was the generator for the electrical charge that Jayson had felt. He removed all the restraints attaching Jayson to the wall, so he was free to step forward. Ryan let him take a couple of steps to get used to the ankle restraints and to help his muscles recover.
He opened the door and started to walk out. Jayson hung back a little, not wanting to be exposed like this, but when Ryan held up the remote, he took a deep sigh and followed Jayson out.
When he entered the hallway, he noticed the ceiling on the opposite side slanted downward. Looking around, he realized that he was in the attic of his frat house. Ryan turned left and led him down to what, in the olden days, would have been the staff (or servant) stairs. He led him downward, walking slowly, allowing Jayson to navigate the stairs safely with his chained ankles, without using his hands. Just as they got to the first landing, the door opened, and one of his frat brothers walked in.
“Whoa, there, Ryan. That’s quite a sight,” Drew said, and he looked Jayson up and down. He did not recognize him as the frat president. He shook his head in a “what the fuck” manner. “I mean, I knew you were gay, but didn’t realize you were into this kinky shit.”
“Oh, I’m not really. But obviously, this fag boy here is into it and loves it. Isn’t that right?” Ryan asked. Jayson hesitated for just a second before he nodded his head up and down.
“Whatever, I guess, but I’m not sure the other guys would want to see this. I mean, we are all okay with you being gay and all, but not sure they want to actually see it.”
“You mean like I have to watch you and the other guys and their girls?” Drew looked a little uncomfortable, so Ryan let him off the hook. “Don’t worry. Fag here will assist us at the big party tonight. He has been looking forward to this for a long time.”
Hearing this, Jayson jerked his head up and looked straight at Ryan, disbelief in his eyes.
“Uhh, you trying to get us shut down or something? The powers that be aren’t going to like this.”
“They don’t have to know. Anyway, it is all consensual, and fag here asked me to do it. And besides, it isn’t going to be for everyone at the party. Just a select few. And trust me, everyone will enjoy it, even you. But don’t tell anyone. It is a surprise.” Ryan winked as he said this.
“Sure, okay,” Drew mumbled as he went down the stairs.
Ryan and Jayson followed, but Drew only went one flight down; they went two. They exited into the basement. This room was reserved for the frat brothers and special invited guests. Even during parties, it was monitored. Ryan led Jayson across the floor and down a short hall where he opened a door. Normally, this was a janitor's closet where cleaning supplies were kept. Surprisingly, it was empty. Of important note, it had a floor drain near one wall. Jayson noted a couple of eyebolts on the wall.
Ryan turned Jayson to face the door and backed him against the wall. He hooked the leash to one of the eyebolts. “Don’t run off while I’m gone.” He left the room for a minute, then returned with a small, leather-padded bench, which he placed against the wall behind Jayson.
“Sit,” he demanded as if talking to a dog. And just like a well-trained dog, Jayson sat. But out of fear more than anything else. Ryan adjusted his position so that Jayson’s imprisoned cock and balls were hanging in front of the bench, the metal quite obvious. The pink cockhead stood out nicely against the silver ball sac. He pushed the knees apart before using a leather strap to fasten them in position to the bench, such that Jayson could not pull his thighs together and hide anything. He took a lock and locked the back of Jayson’s collar to the wall.
“All right, you just rest now. I’ll be back in a couple of hours for the final touches before the big party begins.” Jayson shook his head, as much as possible, back and forth in a no gesture, but Ryan ignored him, walking out of the room. Before closing the door, he made sure to turn out the light, leaving Jayson in darkness.
Once he managed to calm himself down, he actually fell asleep. He wasn’t sure how long he had been there before the door opened, a bright light came on, and Ryan walked in. He placed a package off to the side.
“You excited about tonight?”
Jayson shook his head no.
“Oh, of course not. You don’t know what your role is going to be. Well, I’m here to show you. But first…” Ryan said, and he placed a blindfold over Jayson’s eyes. “Don’t want to ruin the reveal.” Jayson heard Ryan moving around and then approaching.
“Okay, this is going to be a little uncomfortable. Just don’t fight it. You are going to feel something at the back of your throat, but I know you don’t have much of a gag reflex from our previous discussions. When you feel it at the back of the throat, just start swallowing. It will make it much easier.”
True to his words, Jayson felt something slide through the leather mask and hit the back of his throat. he did as instructed, starting to swallow. He felt whatever it was slide down the back of the throat, and the pressure and sensation eased up.
“Good little fag,” Ryan said, patting him on the head.
Jayson felt something going around his head at about the mouth level, and a little later, something going around his head at the forehead level. He could hear locks being engaged. Ryan stepped back and said, “Looks good, don’t you think. Oh, wait, you can’t see. But since you asked for this, you should know what it is.” Ryan laughed at his little joke. “Well, let’s not keep you in suspense and let me show you.”
The blindfold was removed, and for a few seconds the light was bright until his eyes adjusted, allowing him to focus on the mirror in front of him. What he saw was a funnel attached to his head, with a tube leading into his mouth. He moaned loudly and thrashed a little.
“Now, come on. You know how difficult it is at these parties. We always seem to be short of bathroom space. So, you volunteered to be an auxiliary urinal for the brothers and their special guests. You should feel so honored, and we much appreciate your willingness to do this,” he smirked.
Jayson continued to struggle without much success. He did NOT want to be here. Ryan reached over and tweaked a nipple, shooting pain through the chest. This helped to calm Jayson down a bit.
“Now, you will want to thank me later. Why, you ask? Well, most fag urinals have to swallow as the piss is introduced. Sometimes they can’t handle the volume and choke, and piss spills out, making a mess. What I’ve done is insert a tube from the funnel down into the esophagus, beyond the trachea. What that means is that the piss will automatically be deposited there and slide down into the stomach, so you will not have to struggle to keep up with it. It also means the pissers don’t have to worry about overflowing the funnel, since it drains quickly. The tube is far enough down that it doesn’t interfere with breathing.”
“Now I’m sure you're asking what about when you are full, and you have to piss? Originally, I was going to attach a tube to your cock and recycle it. But there are mainly issues with that, one of them being that it would hide the artwork on your dickhead, and I know you don’t want to do that. You suffered just to have that work done, and now you want to show it off. Well, the good thing is that this room has a floor drain. And I’ve positioned you right above it. With your curved cocktube, the piss will go straight down and into the drain. People who come in to piss will not have to worry about piss all over the floor. They are going to be grateful you were so thoughtful.”
“Oh, and remember, any attempt to try and communicate that you aren’t doing this willingly will result in fried nuts. If asked, you will indicate this is what you want. Understand?” Ryan asked as he held the remote up, dialed to 10.
Jayson knew fear and nodded yes.
“Well, let’s make sure this all works the way it is supposed to.”
As Ryan stood up and unzipped his jeans, Jayson felt tears escaping his eyes. He watched as Ryan's admittedly impressive cock was pointed toward the funnel.
As the piss hit the opening of the tunnel, Jayson’s back arched upward, and his cock shot off the first of about 15 spurts of cum. The first one hit the wall behind the bed, and the others coated him in cum from his face down to his abs. As the spasms receded and his back dropped down, he started breathing again, although in a rapid fashion. Slowly, his breathing returned to normal.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jayson cursed as once again he had awoken to an involuntary orgasm. And probably the most intense one he could ever remember. But why the hell would that occur with this dream? No, not a dream, a fucking nightmare.
As usual, after ejaculating, he needed to pee, and that meant a trip down the hall as the en-suite was still out of order. He looked at the cum on his chest and abs and noted that he had been absent mindedly been playing with it with the fingers on his right hand. He brought them up to his mouth and sucked them clean. He did this a couple of times before grabbing a t-shirt and wiping himself clean, making sure to clear it all this time. He didn’t want a repeat of the last time with Ryan in the hallway.
He threw on his boxers and walked down the empty hall to the bathroom. As he entered and turned toward the urinals, he saw Ryan standing there and heard his piss hit the urinal. At the sight and sound, Jayson’s mind flashed back to the image in the mirror of him as a urinal and the moment Ryan’s piss hit the funnel. Jayson remembered the tremendous ejaculation and felt his cock starting to expand. He shook his head to clear his mind as he walked to the urinal farthest away from Ryan.
“Looks like someone has been jerking off again,” Ryan said. “How sad, not been able to find any partners to help you out.”
“How did you…” Jayson said involuntarily.
“You got cum in your hair, and your fingers look a little shiny, that’s how. Poor Jayson. Having to take care of himself. Especially with all those hot boys around.” The last was said as Ryan shook his cock and put it back into his shorts.
Jayson had been watching this, and again the picture of Ryan pissing in the funnel came up in full HD. He felt his piss stream slow as his cock twitched and hardened a bit. Once again, he shook his head to clear it and turned to look at the wall.
Ryan laughed as he walked over to the sink to wash his hands. He looked up into the mirror to see Jayson’s back reflected in it. If Jayson had been looking, he would have seen the look of lust and something darker in those eyes.
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