Introduction
It was too dark to see anything, but I could feel I was in a moving vehicle. I tried to move, but I felt so weak. Not that it mattered, I soon realized that both my hands were tied behind my back and my legs bound together.
My head was fuzzy as I try to remember what happened. Last I remember, I was at the gym. It was a slow night, but there was a group of three guys working out there together too. It was obvious that they had worked out for a long time; they were all very jacked. I didn't remember them ever worked out here before, though. I checked them out a couple of times while working out. My eyes made contact with theirs a few times, and I always darted away the moment that they did. I wanted to strike up a conversation with them, ask about their routine (and where they get their roids, because they were definitely taking some), but I was too shy.
I remembered finishing my workout about the same time as they did, I didn't think much of it though. I stepped out of the gym... I remember now. I saw them. From the corner of my eyes, one of them grabbed me and another held a cloth over my mouth. I struggled but felt increasingly sleepier for the next few minutes while the third man tore away my T-shirt. And then... that's it. I was drugged? I was drugged and kidnapped.
As I felt the drug wearing off, I shuffled a bit, trying to sit down. But then a hand grasped my shoulder, startling me.
"Shh, It's okay, we're almost there." Said a deep, gentle voice from next to me.
At that moment, my eyes adjusted to the darkness, and Indeed, two of the three men at the gym were there, flanking me on what seemed to be the backside of a van; the third one must be driving. I was terrified. I'm not at all weak; my physique is above average and toned enough. But next to these guys? I had no chance of fighting my way out.
After a while, the van stopped. The door to the van opened, letting dim light to enter, revealing some sort of garage. I don't know where this is, where I am. As I scanned the garage, the third man who was driving the van walked into view. He was naked. Underneath the yellow light above, the contour of his muscular pecs and abs are so impressive that I almost forgot the situation I am in. On his right pec, I can see a tattoo reading "T37". Below his abs, I can see his member. An intimidating size, even though it is currently flaccid.
My bindings were undone by one of the men. The man to my right spoke with the same deep and mild-mannered voice as before
"You may start walking, follow T37." He gestured to the naked man standing outside. "We will follow you from behind." I noticed that the two men who held me in the van were also naked. Even within the darkness of the van, I can see that his biceps are bigger than my head, a tattoo on his right chest reading "T22", and his member dangling limply from his crotch... I can't imagine what It looks like when he is hard. Looking at my predicament, I realized what was about to happen. I'm about to be raped, aren't I?
"Please start moving," the man spoke again, this time with a hint of irritation. Despite my bulk, I am naturally a pacifist and hesitant. I managed to only froze a few seconds before complying.
I followed... T37? towards a door, which opened to a dim room. It looked like a small auditorium with a projector screen at the end of the room. The first oddity I noticed was that there were more big muscular men seemingly guarding the room's perimeter, all with the same type of tattoo on their pec. T37 Ushered me into the front seat, and there lies the second oddity which terrified me. There were about a dozen other men there, filling the two front rows of the small auditorium. They weren't as big as the other men I saw. In fact, they all seem to be about my size. And they all looked terrified. Is this a sex cult?
I was led to a seat next to another guy who didn't seem to register I was there. he just kept his vision down. T37 pointed to the seat, and I was about to sit down when I noticed there was something on it. A dildo. It doesn't seem to be that big, slender, about 25 cm. As I inspected it, it seemed very realistic.
As I bend down to move the dildo away, I felt a wet slap in the middle of my ass, followed by an aggressive rubbing of something wet and slippery on the surface of my asshole. I jolted up and look back as I see T37 manhandling my asshole.
"Wh-what are you-" my protest was cut short by an enormous hand covering my mouth. It was the other guy from the van, I assume he goes by T22 by the looks of his tattoo.
"Please make no sound," T22 said gently, a sharp contrast to the assault I'm experiencing. T37 continued to rub the gelatinous slippery substance and then puts a finger inside my asshole. I've never done anal before, I am straight. So even a finger sends a sharp pain as it enters.
I yelped, but T22's hand just gagged my mouth tighter. I feel T37's finger writhing inside, the fingertip touching every inch of my anus as tears start forming in my eyes. I scanned the auditorium; everyone seemed to ignore what was happening to me. There were a few sideglances from the seated men, but they didn't do anything, keeping their anxious and terrified expressions. After a while, T37 stopped. T22 gestured for me to sit. Again, I tried to move the dildo even though at this point, I knew what they wanted me to do. As I reach out to pull the dildo off, T22 grabbed my arm tight and shook his head slowly.
I withdraw my arm, swallowing as I prepare for what I'm about to do. I slowly sit down until I can feel the tip of the dildo at the opening of my hole. I winched as I felt more pressure from it. I was about to stand back up when T22 push me down hard, causing the dildo to enter me quickly. The shock came first, and then the pain. It felt like a sudden ripping pain and lingered for a few minutes. I can no longer hold back my tears. The pain eventually subsides, leaving me with a full feeling in my ass. I think... I think I can feel the dildo...twitching?
Not long after, what little light shone disappears, not unlike the theater when the movie starts to play. A bright spotlight now shone on the front of the auditorium. A booming voice speaks from the speaker above the room
"We apologize for the delay. To all audience, please remain seated and quiet for the introduction seminar. Without further ado, please welcome dr. Richard"
There was a round of applause from the huge men standing on the perimeter. From the edge of the room enters a man dressed in formal wear, suits, tie, and all. Dr. Richard walked to the front of the auditorium, smiled, and took a quick look at the "audience."
"Welcome! I apologize for the delay, but one of our subjects showed up late." Dr. Richard said cordially while eyeing me.
"My apology dr. Richard. The subject's gym routine was longer than we thought." T22 spoke
So they were targeting me specifically? I assume all the other guys sitting here are also in a similar situation as I am.
"Ah, I see. No matter T22, thank you for your service today." Dr. Richard spoke in a corporate tone as if this was just another office routine. "Anyway, I suppose you are all wondering why you are gathered here?"
I glanced to see that everyone looked to Dr. Richard, wondering the answer themselves
"Well, before we get to answer that. I need to remind all of you that obedience is of utmost important here. Please follow all instructions accordingly. Any attempt to rebel or escape will be met with... punishment."
A spotlight was shone on the guy sitting next to me. Only then I realised that he looked really beaten up; He was shivering, with bruises and cuts everywhere on his naked body. The spotlight returns to Dr. Richard again before he continued.
"And... any further attempts after that... well, we can't exactly let you go free after seeing this, so if push comes to shove, we have to..." Dr. Richard made a cutting gesture to his neck. This generated gasps and murmurs from the seated men. I was too stunned to react.
"QUIET!" A man standing behind the audience row shouted with so much force. If I wasn't frozen in fear before, I definitely am now. Everyone else seemed too.
"Thank you, T41" Dr. Richard continued "Anyway, let us begin the introduction."
Dr. Richard clicked on a remote, which dimmed the stage light started a presentation slide.
"Atlasex Enterprize" read the title of the presentation
"You see, my company, Atlasex, is basically developing pleasure devices. But not just any pleasure devices. I have innovated many miraculous inventions that redefine pleasure. My devices are accessible only to the upper echelon of the rich, the 0.1%." Dr. Richard talks like he is giving a seminar to a bunch of students.
"My longest ongoing project, my greatest pursuit, is the invention of the ultimate pleasure device." He paused, pressing the remote for the next slide. "The ultimate living sex doll."
My heart sank, but I dare not speak a word. I can see the other seems to be in the same thought process, with some even visibly stifling a sob.
Dr. Richard clicked the remote again, playing a video on the screen. There was a man lying on his chest; only his upper torso and head were visible on the screen. He was struggling, letting out a pained grunt while seemingly being rocked back and forth rhythmically. He turned to his right, looking straight to the camera.
"Agh.. hey, there-" His voice was strained and forcibly cheery. The rhythmic movement of his body continues... I'm pretty sure He's being fucked off-screen.
"I- I'm B13, one of Atlasex new... newest product, Atlaslave." The man, B03, huffs his breathing in between. "I am here to tell you lucky candidates- agh, that... you are chosen to be the next Atlasex ba- batch."
The rhythmic movement of B13's body was getting noticeably faster. There was another voice in the background, moaning.
"Being an Atlasex... is- is amazing! With dr. Richards latest technology, you will require very little... huff.. maintenance to survive. Your body- your body will accommodate to please many men. And you will keep being as muscular as you are n-now with very little... hhg... with very little workout- keeping you usable for our loyal customer for... hhhfor the rest of your lives. which means you can focus on your true purpose: pleasing men!" Even though he said the last parts with a smile, I couldn't help but notice his glassy eyes, looking like he wanted to cry.
"S-so held your head high and- hrr... be proud!" As he said this, the rhythmic movement of his body drastically became faster and more violent. "Hhhaaah - you are destined- gggh, destined... huff,, d-destined to make a lot of men.. happy- aaAAHH" B13's pained moaning and video was cut with a fade out transition into the company logo.
My hands and feet were cold, and my legs were shivering. I frantically think of a way out, but remembering dr. Richards' threat quickly vanquished that thought.
dr. Richard casually continued his presentation. "So, over the next month, we will transform you into our most successful and sought-after product, Atlaslave!"
"Now, due to limited resources, I understand that all subject in this batch is straight. But don't fret! I have devised a training that will allow you to satisfy our customers regardless-" He gestures toward the slide, but I wasn't paying attention to it anymore, my mind racing with what's happening to me. I was just going to the gym after work, and next... next I'm just going to become a slave?
I felt a twitch from my backside, which caused me to shift in my seat. I winched a bit, reminded that there was a dildo stuck inside me.
"Well, that is all from me. For tonight, you will be escorted to your rooms and dinner will be served." Dr. Richard turns to leave before pausing. "Oh and, don't worry about washing up." He smirked.
"The dildo you all are using is one of my earliest products, it cleans your inside, so our customers don't have to worry about getting dirty. Please expect your pubic hair to also fall off within the next hour; makes it easier to not have to trim, right? Do expect other interesting inventions while you are here."
Dr. Richard departed, and with that, all muscular men guarding the room started to move, one by one escorting the "audience" out. The front row moves first, and I see them winch in discomfort as the dildo leaves their body. When my turn comes, I also felt the fullness of my ass leaves me, leaving behind a sticky mess inside me
T22 escorted me to a room. It looked like a hotel room; the carpeted room had a table with a pitcher of water on it, a desk, and even a flat-screen TV. The bed was weirdly placed, though; it was in the middle of the room. There was also no window in sight. Upon inspection, I also noticed a mirror installed on the ceiling above the bed. T22 walked away to the door, merely saying, "dinner will be served soon" before leaving and locking the door behind him.
This all felt too unreal. I didn't get any time to process what happened by myself. The door reopens and sntering the doorway was a towering figure. He was muscular but a bit bulkier than most of the members of this cult of a "company". I recognised him as one of the men who kidnapped me from the gym. His olive skin was still sweaty, glistening under the room's light. Did he not shower after the gym? Unlike the others, though, his tattoo was on his left pec, reading F08.
As I inspected his body, my eyes fell to his prick. It was big and half-erect, but not as long as T37 or T22, but ita girth rivals a beer can. What was terrifying, however, was the size of his balls. It was inhuman, I felt like it couldn't be comfortable for him to walk around with that
"Good evening, I am here to serve your dinner; please be seated," he stated almost robotically
I arranged myself to sit on the bed, but F08 pulled my arm, guiding me to sit on the floor with my back against the bed frame. When I look up, F08 has his prick right in front of me, the size of which increased significantly now that it is fully erect. It took me a second to realise what "dinner" was.
"Open your mouth," F08 commanded. I froze in response, staring at the veiny piece of meat in front of my eyes, waiting to be inserted into my mouth. I could feel my heart pounding, I didn't know what to do.
"Open. Your. Mouth." F08 repeated, seemingly trying to hold back from yelling at me. He does this while pulling my hair back.
Out of fear, I complied. I only opened my mouth for a bit before F08 shoved his dick inside. I instinctively breathe in just before my throat is closed off, breathing in his musk and the smell of his dick. He only pounded my mouth about 3 or 4 times before I felt his meat pulsating, bouncing up and down on my tongue and squirting ropes of warm liquid into my mouth, almost directly to the esophagus. F08 let out a moan, and I could feel his legs quivering.
He pulled back a little, letting his warm cum fall to my tongue. Allowing me to taste the salty jizz as it flowed to my stomach and allowing me to smell the fruity scent it gave off. This went on for... way too long. It felt like forever, and he just. Didn't. Stop.
I couldn't help but choke and cough. Responding to this, F08 pulled back a little but never leaving my mouth. He craned my neck so my eyes meet his.
"I can provide you with all the nutrition and energy you ever need here. But you have to swallow, okay?" F08 spoke with a clinical tone.
After what felt like a whole cup of jizz, the flow was starting to slow, and I get to breathe in, even with F08's penis still not fully leaving my mouth. But just as I thought it is over, F08 barked, "Suckle on it"
I was too dazed to even think of rebelling, so I did. After which, the jizz starting to spray again in my mouth, with even greater volume. I had to make conscious effort to swallow it all to not choke.
Gulp...gulp... gulp... I could hear myself swallowing. The effort caused me to put my hands on F08's legs to keep myself steady. I can feel him still quivering from the shots he is making me swallow. The jizz flow slowed down once more to a trickle. And without thinking, I suckled on the meat again, causing cum to flood my mouth again.
After what felt like forever, it seemed like I have finally eaten... all my dinner, and suckling didn't yield any more cumshots.
"Clean it; you have to swallow all of it." F08 commanded.
At this point, I felt like I've already swallowed 2 pints of cum, so I just do what he told me, using my tongue to clean the surface of his dick. It's tough, considering the size, but my tongue did not leave an inch of F08's veiny member untouched.
F08 finally pulled out of my mouth and then instructed me to open wide. I did, and he did a quick look, probably making sure I swallowed everything. After he was sure, he simply nodded and headed to the door. I collected myself, feeling the taste of the cum still sticking to my mouth.
"You should rest. You will start training early morning tomorrow," F08 stated before closing and locking the door behind him.
I was tired. I was afraid. I was past the point of feeling violated. I pulled myself, feeling F08's cum sloshing around in my stomach. I could only hope this was all just a bad dream.
To be continued..
