Number 54

Matt still couldn't work out what had happened, but knew he was in trouble. The lad who gave him a drink had left the light on, but that didn't help. The room was only about 12"x12". The walls were metal plates almost like mirrors, the floor white painted concrete. He could see himself reflected, slightly blurred in the opposite wall. Matt was a fine specimen, college sponsorship, and starting offensive line. His 8" long, beer-can thick dick had seen its share of action, and he usually fucked a different girl each weekend. The starting team never had a problem getting tail.

He noticed he had a number on his chest as well.. 54..what...the... It looked like it was draw with a magic marker, but otherwise he looked... "undamaged". I guess that explains what the lad meant when he said "welcome to hell, 54". There was a lever off to right, but otherwise the walls were smooth and unbroken, apart from the door. Bars, like a cell, but looked like a metal plate on the other side of them. OK, first thing, try to free his arms. He tried to lift himself higher on his toes, but noticed two short poles on either side of his head. These now pressed against his shoulders, preventing him getting any higher. He slumped back down and it felt like someone had just kicked him... What was going on with his arse. He could see he was perched on a block of something, with his nuts in front, and his dick draped down the side. It looked like a seat. Behind it was some sort of mechanism, attached to that lever. He tried to force himself up again, and in his reflection opposite he could see.. there  was... wait.. The only explanation was... It can't be.. He was sitting on a dildo. He'd used one on girls a few time so knew what they looked like, and was pretty sure that's what it was, but nothing had ever been up his arse before. Not even a finger... Because of that pegging his arse, be couldn't slip down, and the straps and cuffs pretty much cut off other motion too. Not to mention, every time he moved, it felt like he was being.... well, fucked. Nothing to do but wait, and now after that drink of water, he needed a piss too...

The metal side of the door banged open and standing on the other side of the bars was a gorilla of a man. He had a huge chest, covered in hair, his arms were like barrels, and he was clad from head to toe in chains and leather. In his mouth was a thick cigar which he was obviously enjoying.

"54, that's your name from now on and just so you know, you're mine now. The only rule you need to know, is you do what you're told. Straight away. Anyway, we've got some work to do with you"

The lad from before (no.43) came into view, and opened the gate. He had a bar in one hand, which had a circle in the middle, and something in a bag in the other hand. He placed the bar on the floor and then reached into the bag. Matt recognised a cock-ring when he saw one, this was metal, but had a bulge on the underside. 43 fitted it over his dick, and it also split his nuts. He then  walked up to Matt and opened the ring in the middle of the bar and put it around his neck. He then clipped the cuffs onto the bar before unclipping them from the wall. Matt could watch it all as it happen, in the wall opposite. 43 then moved to the side of Matt and pushed down on the level. With a stab of pain Matt felt the seat between his legs lower, and the dildo pulled out of his arse. It felt so good, to get that out. With the strap removed from his waist, he was lose, but with his arms spread and fixed. This was his best change thought, so he ran at the gorilla by the door. He'd taken two steps and it felt like he'd been kneed in the nutsack. He went down like a bag of rocks, but the pain continued. That cock ring was electric, literally.

"they always try that.. I can just leave that on, or you gonna play nice?"

"I'll play nice" said Matt from between clenched teeth

"im not gonna make you say sir, because you need to mean it.. You will tho before we're done"

The pain stopped, and 43 attached a chain to the collar. Matt got up, and followed where he was led. He knew he'd get a chance again, he just needed to wait. He'd been initiated into a few teams and knew you could put up with just about any shit, if you put your mind to it. He'd get his chance.

He was led down the corridor, and into another room. This was set up like a surgery, with a bed with stirrups, some assorted medical equipment off to the side,, a sink... Yeah, this wasn't good.