Hog moaned as he thrusted down into the bed. His client today was an older woman in her late 50s. She wasn't much to look at, and she was loose from decades of going to brothels daily, but he tried to stay focused. He had his arms on either side of her body, her chest just below his own. Her legs were raised, and he was pacing himself as his thick, engorged cock slid effortlessly into her. His enormous balls rested on the bed, rolled near her ass as he gyrated, and his legs pushed into the worn-out mattress as he tried to get some leverage to go as deep as possible.
He had already orgasmed once, but she wanted more. As he opened his eyes to look down at her, she smiled, revealing a missing tooth.
"That's it, you wild man!" she screamed in ecstasy. "Fuck my pussy good!"
Hog closed his eyes to try to focus. In times like these, he often would try to remember more attractive clients or some women from his childhood. But today, the exercise was failing him. He was in constant pain now. He had tried his best to avoid using his marijuana pipe, only taking a hit when the agony of his body became too much for him to handle. Trying to avoid his cigarettes was even worse. He had taken to biting his nails as a way to combat the oral fixation, but it had been a near-useless endeavor.
It had been a week now since he had made a deal with slave G127 to attempt a detox from the drug he was now intensely addicted to. Even as he tried to wean himself off his other vices, he couldn't reduce his need for Zirtran B. If he resisted even for half an hour, his body would go into sweats, and his balls would begin to ache with a ferocity that nearly crippled him. Every day was a struggle now.
"Fuck!" Hog growled with a deep, guttural tone.
"Load me up again, you pig!" the woman replied as she reached up and grabbed his waist.
As his testicles lifted, Hog felt a wave of heat deep in his groin. A searing pain followed. It was as if someone had put his cock and balls over an open flame. Then his orgasm erupted. As the cum flew out of his cock and entered the woman, it felt like someone was jabbing a stick filled with shards of glass deep inside his urethra. It took every ounce of his strength not to wail in agony.
"FUCK!" Hog shouted even louder now as he lifted his head to the ceiling.
Tears flew down his face as his face contorted and his body convulsed.
"Hell yeah!" the woman shrieked as she lifted her legs to wrap around the man. "I feel that thing filling me up! You are a beast!"
Hog let his head drop as he exhaled. He felt the last pulses of cum delivered, and as he pulled back, his tool slowly slid out of her well-used orifice. The cum inside her had been churned to a froth and bubbled out with an audible sound. As he slid back on his legs and braced himself with his arms on his thighs, he forced his face to smile.
"You have a fantastic pussy, 'mam."
"Thank you!" the woman replied as she reached down to feel and play with the enormous amount of cum inside her. "I hope to see you again next week!"
"Yes, 'mam," Hog replied as he nodded.
After a few more minutes, she moved to extricate herself from the sag of the bed and then lightly tapped his face before dressing.
"You definitely earned a good tip today," she said.
"Thank you, 'mam," Hog replied. "I am here to serve."
She smiled. "I am so glad they make milking slaves. I love the feeling of being flooded and not having to worry about anything but my pleasure."
"Yes, 'mam," he replied.
She finished getting dressed, slipped on her shoes, and then turned to him one last time, blowing a kiss.
"Tah!"
Hog watched her leave. As soon as the door closed, he collapsed on the bed on his chest. He forced his face into his pillow, which smelled of her sweat and the fluids of the six other clients he had fucked that day. He let out a scream that was only partially muffled by the tattered object and then sobbed quietly.
Time passed. He couldn't judge how much. When he heard the door open again, he only barely opened his eyes and reached over to the table to grab another dose of his drug so he could perform again. But he felt a hand grab him. Instantly, he turned and saw a familiar face.
"Oh, hey, Buddy," Hog replied as his arm fell and he tried to turn more on his side.
"You look like shit," G127 replied.
Hog let out a half-laugh, half-cry as he reached down and felt his still sore groin.
"I feel like shit."
G127 nodded as it placed something on the floor.
"What time is it?" Hog asked.
"A little after three in the morning," G127 replied.
"Ugh," Hog groaned as he finally turned onto his back. "At least I am done fucking for the night."
Hog jumped as he felt a cool, damp rag touch his chest and begin to move around.
"What!"
"Shh," G127 replied as it gently cleaned him, taking care to move around his groin and genitals.
"What are you doing?" Hog asked.
"Relax, Hog," G127 replied. "I figured you should be clean outside before we try to clean you inside."
Hog's eyes instantly opened fully and looked at the slave. "Is it time?"
G127 nodded. "Now or never. I have everything we need. The other slave is sleeping, and Eric has drunk himself into a stupor again."
"Fuck," Hog groaned as G127 ran the cool cloth over his balls.
"But if you are having second thoughts," G127 began.
"No," Hog replied softly. "I'm ready."
G127 took its time. It wasn't an erotic experience for Hog, but he could tell that the slave was putting in extra time to clean and calm him. The coolness and wetness of the rag were almost soothing after a long day of fucking.
"When was your last dose?" G127 replied as it finished wiping down the man's chest.
"About three hours ago," Hog replied. "I am sorry. I tried to stop myself, but I couldn't."
G127 looked up to see fresh tears rolling down Hog's face.
"Hey," G127 replied as it stopped and turned to him. "It is okay. But like I told you. This is going to be very rough."
Hog nodded as he pulled himself up and into more of a sitting position. "What is going to happen?"
G127 put the damp rag on the table and brought a chair over to sit next to the bed.
"I have everything I need to create a special concoction," it said. "I wasn't able to get the exact drugs I needed, but I think what I was able to procure will do the job."
Hog nodded as he listened.
"The first set of drugs is a combination of a narcotic and a paralytic," G127 replied.
"That sounds dangerous," Hog replied.
"This is all extremely dangerous, Hog," G127 replied. "I am not going to lie to you. There is only about a thirty percent chance that this process will work."
"Thirty percent?" Hog exclaimed.
G127 nodded as it continued. "The drug combination will deaden some of your senses and put your body in a state where the next drug can take effect. That mixture, a combination of five different chemicals, will bind itself to the molecules of Zirtran B and begin to dissolve it."
"Well, that sounds good," G127 replied.
G127 shook its head gently. "Not in the way it works. At least, it is not the ideal way this should work."
Hog gulped.
"The process is so quick on a metabolic level that your body will go into convulsions. This leads to levels of pain that have caused some people to die from the shock. This is why you need to be partially paralyzed."
Hog was now shaking.
"Throughout this process, you will need to bite down on something hard to avoid swallowing your own tongue," G127 replied. "Which is why I brought an old piece of hard rubber from the maintenance closet."
The slave placed the object on the bed, and Hog looked down at it before returning to the slave's eyes.
"And then?" Hog asked.
"Then, I push the third drug, which comes in two parts," G127 replied. "The first part will bind to your receptors and the remaining drug residues in your body to force a cleanse of your system. It will feel like you are boiling in hot oil. That is why it has to be paired with a second part to lower your core body temperature."
"So, I either die from the paralytic, the stress of the pain, or the shock to my system from the temperature change?"
"Pretty much," G127 replied. "And the worst part is you have to be conscious the whole time."
"Fuck," Hog groaned as he placed his head in his hands.
"I told you," G127 replied. "This is not something that is recommended, and I am not a doctor. I had to guess at the dosages and make some strategic swaps based on chemicals that were similar and obtainable. Even so, it won't take them long to find out what I have done. Which is why if we are going to do this, it has to be right now."
"How long does the process take?" Hog asked.
"If you survive," Hog replied. "And it is successful... You will be detoxed in about ninety minutes."
"Wow..." Hog replied.
"But," G127 said more strongly. "If this works... and that is a big if... You can never take the drug again. Even one dose will be fatal. Your body will reject it, and your immune system will overreact to even the tiniest amount."
"I understand," Hog replied.
"And you could become impotent," Hog replied. "You could also lose feeling in your genitals. In fact, there are a lot of side effects possible. I just..."
"Hey," Hog said softly as he reached out to touch the slave. "How about we just get started, okay? Before you talk me out of this."
Hog smiled, and G127 half-grinned as it nodded.
"You need to get comfortable," G127 replied. "I will need to bind your hands and legs to prevent them from moving."
"Another repeat of last week, huh?" Hog asked as he slid down the bed and tried to lie on his back flat.
"Hog, I..." G127 replied.
"Sorry," Hog said as he put his arms up near the headboard and spread his legs. "That was in poor taste. I know you are going to do your best. No matter what happens, I want to thank you."
G127 took a deep breath and then used some of the torn sheets it had brought to tightly bind Hog's arms and legs to the headboard and footboard of the bed. After ensuring twice that the knots were tight and not going to release, it reached into a box it brought and began to set out the drugs.
Hog watched with morbid fascination. Many of the chemicals were just clear fluids, but some were vibrant reds and greens, and others were a cloudy white. G127 mixed two doses of every step of the process in case something happened, such as a syringe malfunctioning or breaking, which was possible given he was reusing materials in some cases.
"Are you ready?" G127 finally said as it held up the first syringe, a large one that contained a cloudy, brownish liquid that looked more like sewage in the dim light of the room.
"Let's go," Hog said as he took a breath and lay back.
G127 hooked the syringe up to Hog's arm port and very slowly pressed the plunger. As the fluid entered his system, Hog felt a peculiar flush over his body. A metallic taste began to present itself in his mouth as the slave reached over and placed the hard rubber on his lips.
"Open up," G127 replied. "You need to bite down hard on this before the drug takes its full effect."
Hog nodded as he complied. The piece of rubber was thick and forced his mouth open before he was able to bite down on it, embedding his teeth into the material and locking it in place. G127 then used more fabric to tie around his head and over the object to ensure it did not come out of his mouth.
As the slave sat back, Hog felt a curious sensation. It was as if he was floating in a pool of water that was slowly turning to ice. He lost the ability to move his legs first, and then slowly the sensation moved up his body. His heart fluttered in panic even though he knew exactly what was happening. As the drug took effect and his shoulders, neck, and then head lost feeling, his eyes focused on the slave as it held up the next dose of medication. This one was a red liquid.
"This is it," G127 replied as it placed the drug in Hog's arm port. "Prepare yourself. I will be here with you the whole time. Try to focus on me."
Hog watched as the drug was pushed. It only took a few seconds to feel the result. His heart began to beat faster. He could feel every inch of his body beginning to vibrate. The sensation grew with every passing moment until he could begin to hear a constant ringing in his ears. His eyes rolled back into his head as his breathing became erratic.
"Fuck," G127 said as it monitored Hog's life signs. "The mixture is off."
Hog's skin began to flush. Its veins began to stand on end like noodles and danced in place as his limbs frantically tried to contract and extend, but the paralytic prevented nearly all movement. Still, he was shaking. He began to sweat... and the pain... the pain was racking his body.
G127 scrambled to inject slightly more of another drug into the port in an attempt to counter some of the effects. But now it was more of a waiting game. Hog's heart was now beating so much that he was sure that the sound was echoing off the walls. Spit began to form in his mouth at such a level that it began to froth, and he began to gag. His mouth clenched down harder as his neck bulged and shifted to the left and right.
"Stay with me, big guy," G127 replied as it dabbed the wet cloth over the man's forehead and wiped some of the spit away. "You have to focus. Let the process work."
Hog wanted to scream. He wanted to tear his limbs from the bed and flee. His wrists and ankles started to redden and bruise as they fought against their restraints. The bed frame began to squeak and shift. However, it was not uncommon to have a late client at times, so G127 hoped that no one would just ignore the sounds.
An intense wave of nausea came over Hog, and he turned green. G127 reacted quickly, reaching up and turning his head as vomit shot out of the man's mouth.
"Shit!" G127 replied. "You are going to choke to death!"
Hog wanted to cry out. He wanted to try to help, but he couldn't. G127 untied the fabric from around his head and then grabbed the chair. It forced the leg out of the bottom and brought it up to Hog's mouth. Placing it between the man's spread teeth, it yanked on the piece of rubber and managed to pull it out to let the rest of the vomit flow out. Hog bit down hard on the piece of wood that remained, his front teeth the only thing keeping his mouth from clamping down and biting his tongue off.
With some difficulty, G127 managed to clear out the man's airpipe, and then he shoved the stick deeper and tied it in place around Hog's head.
"That will have to do for now," G127 said as it wiped its head.
As it cleaned up the vomit as best as it could, Hog continued to convulse for nearly half an hour. The process caused him to sweat so much that the mattress was nearly soaked through, and the fabric binding his arms and legs was cutting into his skin and reducing circulation.
Just when he thought he could take no more, G127 moved over him and held up another injection.
"It is time," G127 replied. "This is going to hurt."
Hog didn't have time to think. He was completely exhausted at this point, and then he felt a burning sensation in his body. Then it hit him. The pain was like nothing he had ever experienced in his life. It was worse than any withdrawal symptom he had ever had from the drug previously. It was almost indescribable. It felt as though his skin was being eaten away by acid. His muscles were being roasted alive, and his internal organs were being thrown into lava. Despite the paralytic, he still managed to moan.
"Fuck," G127 replied when it saw the results of the medication.
Hog's skin turned bright red. His heart rate became dangerously high. His core body temperature was over 104 degrees, and he began to shake in small, jerky movements constantly. Tears flowed down his face, and his eyes became bloodshot. Spit shot out of his mouth as he gagged and grunted, and the bed frame began to move.
Then everything stopped. G127 turned and saw Hog's body go limp. The monitors all flatlined, and the slave panicked.
He quickly grabbed a device and attached it to Hog's chest. He waited for a charge and then pressed a button.
There was no reaction.
He waited for another charge, increased the levels on the dial, and pressed the button again.
There was no reaction.
In a panic, and knowing he had one more shot, G127 injected a dose of adrenaline into Hog's body and then waited for a final charge at the next highest level. When he pressed the button again, this time Hog's body shuddered.
The monitors began to blare, and Hog's eyes shot open. The pain flooded his system again, and his brain was doing all it could to process the signals that were being sent to it all at once from all parts of his body.
"This is it, Hog," G127 replied as it picked up the fourth vial. "This will lower your body temperature. I couldn't do it until now. You are going to feel cold at the same time as your body boils inside. I know you must be in pain, and this is going to make it worse, but I need you to stick with me, buddy."
"Worse!" Hog thought as the drug was pushed.
It was worse. It was like being plunged into an ice bath as boiling oil was forced down your throat. Hog now knew what hell must be like. He had never been religious, but he had heard the stories from his grandparents. They had been devout Catholics. They had always warned him and his siblings to be good because sinners would be tormented in lakes of fire.
Hog was in that lake of fire, and he had no way out.
For almost an hour, his body stayed on the edge of what it could withstand. In many ways, G127 was shocked that the man had made it this far. His body was in bad shape. He had been addicted to a drug for twenty years. It had controlled his body and mind for so long that he knew no other life. And now... that drug was being flushed all at once from him. His system hated it, and it showed.
Blood began to form in areas on Hog's body spontaneously, and G127 tried to keep up, but as the ninety minutes finally came to an end, the mattress was a mess of sweat, vomit, blood, and bile.
But eventually, Hog's body began to relax, and the shaking slowed. Using an antidote, the slave slowly brought the man back into the world of the living. It took longer than G127 had hoped, but eventually, Hog regained feeling in his arms and legs and could move again. His first reaction was to begin to cry, and G127 reached over and cradled his head.
"You made it," the slave replied softly. "You made it."
Hog nodded as he gasped, and the slave reached up and untied the bindings holding his arms and legs in place. As the wooden leg was removed from his mouth last, he could taste copper in his mouth from where his gums had bled.
G127 took a moment to catch its breath as the man slowly began to move. The slave handed him some water.
"Take small sips," G127 replied.
"Fuck," Hog replied as he felt the intense burn in his muscles.
He felt like he had run a marathon and was on the verge of collapse.
"How do you feel?" G127 replied.
"I don't know how to begin to answer that question," Hog replied in a gasp.
"Fair enough," G127 replied as it sat on the bed. "Do your balls ache?"
Hog paused and reached down. For the first time in a long time, they didn't.
"No!" Hog replied in astonishment.
"It is done, then," G127 said.
"What's next?" Hog replied, looking at the slave.
"We clean you up and you take a moment to catch your breath, but you need to leave, soon," G127 replied.
"Leave?" Hog asked.
G127 nodded as it handed Hog another damp cloth to wipe his body down and then stood up and cracked its neck. "As soon as they find out what happened here, we will both be fucked."
Hog took the cloth and ran it over his body quickly.
"Here," G127 replied as it reached down into a kit it brought with it and pulled out some clothes. "These are the pants and shirt you came in with. I couldn't find any shoes."
"I didn't have any," Hog said as it took the garments. "Been living barefoot for so long... I hated the feeling of them."
G127 nodded. "Well, you need to get dressed."
"Can't I take a nap?" Hog asked. "I am exhausted. My whole body aches."
"Hog, you need to go," G127 replied. "And you need to go now. You cannot hesitate."
"But how and where?" Hog asked as he put his shirt on.
"There is a fire escape outside the window," G127 said as it pointed.
"But don't they monitor the property?" Hog asked as it tried to force its way into its tight-fitting jeans.
"You will need to move as fast as you can," G127 said.
"Buddy," Hog said as it finally put its large balls and cock in the fabric and buttoned them. "I don't think..."
"What the fuck?"
G127 and Hog turned to see that the door to the room had opened, and Eric was standing in the doorframe. He saw the bloodied and vomit-covered mattress, the chemicals and equipment on the table, and the slave tending to a dressed sex worker.
"I said," he boomed as he moved forward, grabbing his stun gun. "What the fuck?"
Hog had barely enough time to react. G127 immediately reached over and grabbed the syringe containing another dose of the brown liquid. Without thinking, it pulled the cap off the needle and, with one movement, jabbed the syringe into Eric's arm just as the guard turned to look at him.
"FUCK!" Eric screamed as the slave pushed the plunger fast.
Eric fired his weapon, but it missed both of them as his body reacted to the drug and his legs began to go numb. He fell to the ground hard, and as the paralytic worked its way up his body, G127 filled the syringe again with another fluid and dosed him a second time. Eric's eyes filled with blood, closed, and then he went limp.
"Holy shit!" Hog exclaimed, barely processing what happened. "Is he..."
"Dead?" G127 asked.
"Yeah!" Hog replied.
"No," G127 replied. "Though he will have a hell of a hangover. And he won't remember the last week, more than likely. Hell, he might forget his own name."
"What the..." Hog began.
"Hog," G127 said as it grabbed the man's arm. "Go now! Take the fire escape to the ground floor. And here..."
Hog watched as the slave pulled a card out of Eric's wallet.
"This is his credit card," G127 said as it placed it in Hog's hand. "Use it to get out of here and then toss it."
"I don't know..." Hog said in a panic.
G127 grabbed Hog's face and forced it forward, and looked into his eyes. "You need to go! You need to go now! Leave this city. Never come back. Never go by Hog again. Get your tattoos and brand removed. Start your life over."
"But..." Hog replied.
G127 smiled and kissed his forehead before leaning back. "Just live for me. Okay?"
Hog, shocked at the gesture, was stunned as he took a breath. "But... but what about you?"
G127 pointed to its neck.
"I'm here for life," the slave said. "But helping you regain your humanity? I think that might be worth it."
"Balance the scales?" Hog asked with a smirk.
"Yeah," G127 said with a smile.
Hog stood and placed the card in his pocket. "I wish I could say how much what you did means to me. At least tell me... What is your name? Please?"
G127 sighed. "Leonard Michaels... though everyone called me Len."
"Thanks, Len," Hog said as he held his hand out.
"And you?" G127 replied as it clasped Hog's hand.
"Jeffrey Kennedy," Hog replied. "I went by Jeff a lifetime ago."
"Good luck, Jeff," G127 replied. "You got this."
Jeff nodded as they let their hands drop, and he moved over to the window. Forcing it open, he looked at the metal fire escape and took a deep breath.
"Well, here goes nothing!"
G127 nodded as the man squeezed through the frame and slowly made his way down. Once he was safely on the ground, he looked up and waved, and the slave waved back as the man turned and then quickly made his way down the dimly lit street.
"Good luck, Jeff," G127 replied as it turned back to the room.
The slave looked over at the guard and moved over to him. Eric was still breathing, G127 rummaged through his shirt pocket till it found the brothel pass card. It then exited the room, closing the door behind it and tiptoed down the steps, hoping to avoid alerting its fellow slave.
When it reached the main floor, the slave walked up to the large metal door and tapped the card on the frame. As the door slid open, G127 took a moment and then walked slowly over to the wall, where there was a water cooler that was a quarter full. It wrestled the large container of water off its stand and found its way over to the computer. The satisfying sizzle and crackle of the machine as it died under the torrent of fluid it poured over it made the slave giggle involuntarily.
The slave felt alive for the first time in a long while.
Sure. There were backups of data, but by the time that was found, Jeff would have had plenty of time to escape. Eric wouldn't remember a thing. There would only be one living witness left who knew the fate of the sex worker once named Hog. So, there was only one thing left to do.
G127 turned once again and walked towards the front door. It used the card again to open the threshold and looked out onto the street that was lit by a lone streetlight across from the building.
"You know, Len?" the slave said as it dropped the card on the ground and took a breath. "You weren't such a piece of shit after all. You hurt people. You hurt a lot of people. You endured pain. But, in the end, you did the right thing. For once, you did the right thing."
A tear fell down its face as the slave closed its eyes and walked forward. The implant in its neck instantly triggered as its feet hit the sidewalk. As the caustic chemical ate through its brain stem, the final thoughts the slave had made it smile.
"You did well."
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