I woke up, my head fuzzy and still feeling drowsy, not remembering even going to sleep. I quickly realized I didn’t even know where I was, the room I was in was pitch black. And I wasn’t lying down either, as my brain cleared I became more aware of my body and the fact that I was naked. I also realized the tightness around my wrists were due to metal cuffs secured to each hand, my arms were raised up in the air over my head. Based on the rattling it made when I moved I was guessing the cuffs were hooked to chains hanging from the ceiling. My ankles were also cuffed, but the instead of two separate cuffs they seem to be cuffed with a long bar in between which kept my legs spread eagle. And why did my balls ache? Fuck, there was a strap wrapped tightly around them too and that must have been hooked to the floor or wall because whenever I leaned forward my balls would be tugged back roughly. And there was something cold and metallic around my dick, small and tight like a cage. Clamps were squeezing both my nips.
I desperately tried to remember what happened and how I got there. What was the last thing I remembered? I was walking home from Taylor’s house, that’s right. It was night and I was on the side of the road when a van pulled up, a couple of guys grabbed me, a hood was thrown over my head…and that’s when things went blank.
How long was I out for? And where could I be? I struggled some more but the restraints were secure. I decide to call out, “Hello? Is anyone there?”
A meek voice calls out from the dark, “yeah, a bunch of us are in the room with you, but we’re all chained up as well. You’re the latest one to be brought in.”
I ask “brought in? From where? To where? Where am I?”
“We have no idea. All of us were brought here over the last day or two.”
“How long have you been here?”
“Hard to say but it seems like 10-12 hours. I heard them bring someone new in a few hours ago, must have been you.”
“Who are ‘they’?”
“No idea. They don’t say anything. Every now and then they come in to give us water and some other liquid, some kind of drug. And they also shoot liquid up our ass and then plug them up. That’s been it.”
“Liquid? What kind of liquid?”
“Some sort of drug cocktail. I’ve had two…no, three doses. Each dose seems to make the feeling more intense.”
“What feeling?”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you, you’ll find out soon enough.”
Another voice angrily whispers in a hushed tone, “would you two shut up, I hear them coming. New guy, we’re not allowed to speak when they are in the room or we get punished. Trust me, DO NOT ask any questions. There they are now shut up!”
I hear a door open and see some faint white light shine through before the door is quickly closed. The sound of boots walking across the floor, more than just a couple of pair. It is a number of men. Suddenly there are two men standing right by me, I can feel their presence and hear their breathing. A hand grabs cups my chin and grabs my mouth forcing it open, “DRINK BITCH!” A vial is placed to my lips and the contents emptied in my mouth, then the hand closes my mouth shut tight forcing me to swallow. It doesn’t taste good, not water for sure. When he lets go of my mouth I ask, “what did you give me?!?!”
“NO QUESTIONS BITCH!” I hear something flick and suddenly shockwaves radiate around my balls making my whole body shake and convulse. “That was your first warning. I increase the voltage with each warning.”
I hear the sound of a bottle squeezing something out followed by a wet hand on my ass, one of them is spreading some sort of gel on my asshole. What are they going to do? My question is quickly answered as I feel a tube inserted into my ass and then a warm liquid being released. The tube is pulled out and something else is pressed against my hole, something bigger. I resist, but he smacks my ass and barks, “relax bitch!” I feel him push with more force and the object slides in with a pop, my hole instantly clenching around the base. I cry out as it stretches my hole and I instantly receive another shock stronger than the last. My hole quivers around the plug and my teeth rattle. “NO NOISE!”
I hear movement around the room but still can see nothing. How are the guards able to see, or what I assume are guards? Night goggles? Why so elaborate?
The sound of boots shuffling through the room and towards the door. Again, a sliver of dim light for just a moment and then it’s gone again.
“Okay,” my ‘friend’ says. “We can talk, they are gone.”
But suddenly I feel it difficult to form words even. My head is spinning and I feel a warming sensation spread from my abdomen to the rest of my body. I can feel myself relax around that plug. It even starts to feel good, which is a thought I immediately dismiss.
Finally I say, “I…I see what you mean about what the drugs do. I wouldn’t have believed you.”
“Told you. And just wait. I’m flying right now and my whole body tingles. Not to mention….”
His voice is cut off by four video screens turning on at the same time, one on each wall. Light finally fills the room and I glance around. There are at least twenty men in the room. All chained up the same way wearing the same things, asses plugged. The screens flicker and a man’s face appears. He has a darkness about him, perhaps it’s because a mask covers the top half of his face, and he is wearing what appears to be a leather shirt and leather tie.
“Welcome. I am Master Dominic. You will memorize this name and my voice. I’m the top dog here, everyone reports up to me. I know you’re wondering why you are here. In short, you have been selected to become highly effective faggot slaves. I won’t go into why, our screening process doesn’t matter. You are here, period. And there is no escape.
“Where is here? You are at a fag slave training facility. You all will be broken down here, reeducated and transformed. You will be trained on how to be a good fag. How to serve worship and obey your Superiors. I could go into detail but won’t. At the end of your training, you will be sold.
“That’s all I’m going to tell you for now. Some of you have been here for days, others just a few hours. Your training began the moment we brought you in, but the real training starts now.”
The door opens again and a parade of men walk in. They all have hoods over their heads and they are in all leather. Each carries a duffel. Ten men in total, they stand next to ten different captives.
“From here on, you no longer have names. You will be referred to simply as ‘fag’”. You will each be assigned a number so we can differentiate you. But let me be clear, to us, you’re just 20 faggot slaves, that’s all you are. You might have had a life before now but it no longer matters. Nothing before this matters in your life. This is your new reality.
“The ten fags that have been here the longest time will be first to receive initial training. They have been given what we found to be the right amount of dosing. Men, begin.”
The men get to work, moving swiftly and with precision, pulling objects out of the duffel, connecting parts. In no time at all, ten machines have been constructed, each with a dildo at the end of a long pole. They are fucking machine I realize. The men grab lube and spread it over the dildos and the men’s holes, and then the dildos are positioned between their ass cheeks.
Master Dominic gruffly orders, “turn them on.”
The men all twist a dial and the machines come to life, fucking each of the men in the ass. A few moments pass and Master D instructs “deeper now.” They each move a switch and the thrusting of the machines deepens, the dildos going in further. A few more moments pass and he says, “balls deep.” The men move a switch and the dildos are now moving in and out of their assholes, the full length sliding inside and then back out.
I’m surprised the men don’t protest or even make a noise but then I remembered what happened when I did that. I see some of them biting their lower lip.
Master D continues, “the noise restriction has been lifted. Fags can’t help but make noise when their holes are used. Moan grunt cry scream whimper and whine all you want. Just no complaining. And fags are never allowed to ask questions. But you will be given the rules in due time. For now, enjoy your training.”
The screens flicker off and the men pick up their duffels and walk out. I glance around terrified and I see the others doing the same. Mirrors cover the walls floor and ceiling so every angle of our bodies is on display.
One of the guys getting fucked grumbles, “FUCK FUCK FUCK!” I look over thinking he must be complaining but I realize he is enjoying it. I turn to the guy next to me, “most of these guys seem to like what’s happening.”
The boy turns to me. He’s no older than 20, thin but tone, light blonde hair, about my height, 5’8”. He says, “you know how it feels after one dose? They have had six.”
The men are panting, moaning and grunting. I notice that some of them are leaking precum from their dicks through their cages.
“So what? We just have to stand and wait until they do it to us?”
“Don’t think we have a choice . I can’t break free can you?”
I answer sulking, “no, I guess not.”
Over the next few hours the men came back in two more times giving the rest of us two more doses. Blonde boy mutters to me, “there is a lot less time between dosings. You’ve had three since you got here just a few hours ago. Those guys have been here for days.”
“What do you think that means?”
He shrugs, leaning forward letting the chains hold him.
Another hour passes. The men walk in with more drugs. They are administered to us, and as soon as those men leave, the men in the duffels walk in. I whisper to blondie, “I thought we had another day?”
He snaps, “shut up! I don’t want to be shocked again.”
One of the muscle men comes up to me and begins constructing the machine in the same fashion. Dildo is aimed at my hole and it is turned on. Only a few inches at first, but like with the others, he gives me more and more until I’m taking it balls deep. The men pack their duffels but this time only five of them leave, the other five stay behind. They begin walking around the room. I look over at the wall by me, looking at myself in the mirror. I can hardly believe what I’m seeing. I’m hanging from the ceiling legs spread ass out getting fucked by what looks to be at least an eight inch dildo.
I hear moaning sounds and I turn to blondie. He looks at me mouth open, “I can’t help it man, whatever they put in us…..damn if it doesn’t feel good.”
I have to admit to myself that he’s right, but I won’t let that thought rise to consciousness. I simply take the pounding. The other guys have been doing this for hours. How can they take it?
One of the masked men walks by me, stops, examines me. I not sure what to do so I do nothings. Finally he slams a fist on my back, “DEEPER ARCH FAGGOT! Faggots arch their backs and push out their faggot asses.”
I look at him and say “okay.” He glares at me, walks around to my face, and smacks me hard. Spit flies from my mouth. He gets right in my face and shouts, “faggots always address their superiors as SIR or Master! Every time! Understood?”
I nod my head, and see he is about to backhand slap me and I quickly follow with, “YES SIR!”
He then turns towards blonde boy and puts a hand on the small of his back pushing him down, “bend your knees a little more and that will allow to take it deeper.”
Blondie grunts and cries “YES SIR!” Immediately following instructions and bending his knees slightly. I watch as the dildo fucking him does indeed go deeper inside his ass.
The largest man of our captors barks out, “the first group is ready for more!” I watch as the six men reach in the duffels producing larger dildos, at least by two more inches and definitely thicker. They proceed to swap out the ones fucking the six guys on the far side of the room, followed by the next six men.
Their cries and screams fill the room as they try to adjust to their new situation. One of the leather men walks up to me as I watch with amazement as they take much larger objects up their ass. He puts his lips right to my ear and growls, “you’ll be there soon enough.” He then proceeds to give me more drugs, orally and anally.
He proves himself not to be a liar not much longer after that, as the men replace the dildos on the other half of the room. I cry out begging for mercy and the leatherman just laughs at me and says, “mercy? You’ll soon see that THIS is being merciful bitch.”
My eyes widen wondering what he could mean but I don’t have the brain power to really think about it. My head is swimming and I’m soon crying out as my hole endures even more torture, being stretched to what I think has to be my limit. If only I knew….
