The Facility - Ryan

People often say death is ‘too good’ for someone, and this story explores that. A strong warning this story is dark and will not be for all readers, so please use discretion if any of the keywords listed are not for you. 

New Story - I plan on extending into different paths so please let me know what you want to know as Ryan, other guests and even the Staff experience ‘The Facility’.

I felt myself slowly coming back to awareness. There was a mix of smells… earth, damp and something I wasn’t sure about, bleach or cleaning detergent maybe? Disoriented, I tried to lift my head, started to panic when I realised I could not move. I tried to cry out, to open my eyes, to move even my toes, but nothing. My body refused to obey.  

Trying to calm my breathing I strove to remember; I had been at work; working late to complete the Sanderson presentation for tomorrow. I packed up around 10pm, went down in the lift, checking my phone on the ride down, I exited the lift, walked to my car and… nothing. I could not remember anything from there. Had I fallen? Oh god, was I still in the parking garage? The smells made sense, maybe I had a stroke!! If I could not move, was I stuck here until morning? Was it already morning?

I understood I was panicking, so pushing down the bile that rose into my throat, I focused on what I could; breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out… Eventually I calmed enough and realised I could hear some sounds although they were soft. Straining my ears I picked up scuffling noises, something metallic, maybe a chain moving against the ground? There was some muted talking, but I could not make out any words. I also realised I could hear sobbing, but couldn’t pinpoint the direction. I tried again to call out, this time managing a weak “mmrrrhg” moan and tried stretching every muscle in my body pushing out in all directions. Very slowly, I felt my fingers on my left hand twitch slightly, and was able to flutter open my eyes.

OK, I was definitely not in the office parking garage. There was soft light from coming from behind me making it hard to see too far in front but it was immediately clear this was not the basement of my office building. I lay on a floor of uneven cobblestones, which joined a wall of rough rock, perhaps I was in a cave? Scanning as best I could from this awkward position I could just see metal bars from the floor the to the ceiling, at the side of my vision leaving a gap of maybe 10cms between; enough for an arm to fit through, but not much else. Looking down and moving my head a tiny amount, I was able to see I still wore my work shirt, but could not see any further. I did not feel cold, so assumed I was still dressed, although I felt some chill on my feet, so guessed my shoes and socks were gone.

OK, breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out… I counted my breaths and slowly felt my muscles react as movement started to return.

Over the next few minutes as I slowly started to move my feet and hands I was able to feel some sensation in my shoulders; as I tried to shuffle around to see more of my surroundings I was shocked to hear a voice, “slowly mate, you’ve been drugged. Try and relax and let it wear off. Don’t panic, and for the love of god please don’t cry out. Just stay calm and quiet and you will be OK before you know it. It’s OK; you are going to be fine.”

The voice was clearly male, had an accent, Australian maybe? And it came from my right, low to the ground. I tried to respond but all I manage was “hugh mmm ee?” I knew that was incoherent, so focused on my breathing and tried to do what the voice said and relax. Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, and breathe out. The voice was calm and gentle, giving me soothing words as my muscles gradually allowed me enough movement until I was able to lift my head, wiggle around and take a proper look at the space

I was indeed in a cell. The rock had been carved out above and on the back wall and laid with the cobblestones below. Separating my ‘chamber’ from my neighbours were the metal bars I had glimpsed earlier. They were floor to ceiling, and on three sides including the front, which also held a door made from the same bars. This meant the space was totally see-through apart from the back wall, but the dim lighting kept me from seeing too far. On the far side past the door was a corridor, running in front of the cells to my left and right and which had down lights on the ceiling, one in front of each chamber and they looked to be the only source of dim light available. This meant the spaces were much darker at the back near the rock wall and I struggled to see very far in either direction. The lights did highlight a red door at one end of the long corridor to the left. The far wall of the corridor was smooth and shiny like a sort of black metal but I could not tell what it was made of. What was also shocking was that there were so many cells. By counting the lights on the corridor ceiling, I could tell there were eight cells to my left before the end and the red door, and to the right, another 11. So 20 in total including mine. Each was maybe 3 metres wide, so wherever I was currently trapped, it was a big space to have so many ‘cages’ which is what they reminded me of.

OK, where the actual FUCK was I??!! I tried to think of areas near work. I knew I was underground, but with no idea how long I had been knocked out I realised I could actually be anywhere. I could even have travelled internationally and I would not be able to tell.

The man spoke again, surprising me as he had not realised he had stopped talking his soothing sounds. “You feeling any better mate? Don’t push it, just relax, won’t be long now and you’ll be right. Just go slowly.” He paused, but then added “I’m Aiden.”

In the cell to my left looking out, one space closer to the red door than me, Aiden sat. He was tanned, had dark hair which fell around his face and I realised as I looked at him (and was now obvious) he was naked. He was sitting and leaning against the back wall of his cell, near to my side and as I looked at him, he shuffled over nearer again to me. He didn’t stand and walk over but did sort of a side shuffle and as he came closer and I could see him better I realised he was tied up with a band around his waist connected by two small chains to his ankles. This meant he was not able to extend his feet more than about 20cms from the backs of his thighs, and I looked away quickly, not wanting to embarrass him.  

Ignoring his contraption, I focused on manoeuvring my still very weak body and managed an awkward sitting position before I tried to speak again, this time managing to rasp out “Ryan. My name is Ryan... Where are we?”

Aiden was silent for a moment, and it was enough of a pause for me to stretch more of my muscles. After another pause and assuming Aiden hadn’t heard me, I tried again, “Where is this?”

Softly Aiden answered, in just under a whisper “Hell”.

I wasn’t sure I heard him correctly, but before I could ask more, I was shocked as a man in the cell to the right who I hadn’t noticed in the in the poor lighting flung himself at our separating bars, and he was absolutely HUGE! His gigantic body shook the frame as he tossed his bulk against it. It was very very clear that this man was also very naked, his massive thick and 9 inch and hard cock jutting through the bars and pointing straight towards me. Even though he could not reach me, I shuffled as much as I could on my still waking up muscles closer to Aiden. This massive bear of a man was easily 6ft 5 and covered in hair, the massive bush of hair above his cock joining the carpet on his chest, which merged seamlessly onto his neck before forming into a long and brown beard scattered with grey. Ironically he was also bald on his head, my brain focusing on this detail that it looked like the only part of his body not covered by the twisted and curly coat. The man’s eyes were raging and spittle formed at the corners of his mouth as he started to scream: “HELL!! This is hell!!” He pointed at Aiden “He is the Devil”, he pointed at himself “I am a DEMON”, he gripped both bars then and stared straight at me screaming “and you are an incubus, an imp, a creature of the circles and the inferno is here for us ALL! Together we will BURN we are already BURNING!! We are all in HELL and you will taste it all, Satan and Beelzebub and the fires of HELL!” Somewhere in a cell further down, I heard someone crying out in a language I didn’t understand in response, and someone else started moaning loudly. I was officially terrified and could not stop my body from shaking.

I looked at Aiden who had stopped about half a meter from our joined bars and asked “Please, what is this place?” although I had to almost yell it to be heard over the clearly mad man’s screaming. Aiden looked at me and said “I am so sorry.” He paused before continuing; “They are watching and will come for you shortly”. He gestured with one arm across the corridor ahead and I realised there was a camera pointed at his cell, the red light blinking. Another blinked outside my own cell and on and down the corridor in each direction. Looking back at Aiden I quickly asked “What do you mean they are coming? Who are they? Who is coming? Please tell me!” Aiden looked down at the floor, not meeting my eyes. I strained to hear him over my other neighbours increasingly frantic screaming, and I could just make out his words “They will take it all from you, they want your soul, and they will get it”.

At that, I started to my feet realising the effects of the drug were mostly now gone, I moved closer again to Aiden to try and get some more information, but right then the red door at the end of the corridor slammed open with a bang, and two men walked in.

They were very large and dressed head to toe in black, including balaclavas which covered all but their eyes and mouths. As they passed under each down light coming closer, I tried to take their measure and I guessed one was around 6ft 2, and the other 5ft 10. Their build was clearly powerful and they walked like men used to being obeyed, so I guessed military or ex-military. As they walked past each cell I heard the occupant inside go silent apart from some scurrying as the prisoners inside hurried to get as close to the back wall as possible. My pulse quickened as they came closer, automatically stepping to the back of my cell and taking the hint from my fellow captives to be silent. The mad man on my left however had not noticed and continued to yell and rant. I heard a voice from the cell on his other side call out “For God’s sake man, be quiet!” this only seemed to rile him up more him more as screamed in response, while only staring at me with wild eyes, “GOD? WHERE IS GOD? HE IS NOT HERE AND WE WILL ALL BURN!!!”

The two men reached Aiden’s cell. He did not move, still staring at his feet and obviously shaking but they walked past without looking at him, and I let out my breath I did not know I was holding when they passed me by too – stopping at the door of my screaming neighbour.

The taller of the two men, spoke, his voice a deep boom “SILENCE”. The man ignored them, still staring straight at me and screaming. “Last chance” he said again. “This time quiet or you will get the shot.” Someone on the other side of Aiden down the line started to cry loudly. The taller man looked at his partner and nodded. The shorter man lifted a slender gun I had not noticed and shot a single round at the screaming man. It hit him in the thigh and he stopped screaming instantly. He looked down, cried out once more and pulled out the dart which protruded from his leg. The man looked at it, then at me, realising the men were there he started flicking his head between them and back to me until finally resting on me before his eyes started rolling back into his head. His body shook; he started to sweat and fell to his knees, then onto his back, his legs folded behind him. His body bent over backwards and he started to gasp. The huge man tried to rise, his back arching, but this only succeeded in twisting him on the floor, his body stretching in terrifying and awful angles. This man seemed to be trying to break all his bones by bending them backwards! He eventually fell silent but occasionally I heard a whimper come from his body, the only clue that he was still very much awake as his body seemed to be trying and snap itself in two.

The taller man flicked his head to his left and the man sobbing on the other side of my neighbour stopped immediately. The man on the floor was then started a low guttural moan which slowly escaped from his lips. It was a long and low “uuurrrrrrrgggghhhhh” which continued for what felt like an eternity until he fell limp and silent.

I watched in horror, had I just watched a man die in front of me? I could not breathe, who were these monsters, what was in that dart? I felt my panic rising as the two men waited another moment to make sure my neighbour was not moving before lifting their heads away from the man on the floor and at the same time, turning their gazes onto me.

I tried to back away, but hit the wall behind me, “NO I cried out, please leave me alone!” I felt the bars hit my left shoulder as I reached the corner of my cell on Aiden’s side, not able to get any further away from them.  “I will do whatever you want, please don’t hurt me.” The two men slowly walked in front my cell and the smaller of the men raised his gun at me ignoring my cries fired through my raised hands, the dart hitting me in the chest.

I quickly grabbed the dart and threw it away hoping that I had reached it before it could do to me what had happened to the man earlier, I did not want to die here like this, “PLEASE I will do anything you want! I have money; my family has so much money, anything you want I will make happen! PLEASE I DO NOT WANT TO DIE!” Right then, pain like I had never experienced hit me, and I knew the dart had delivered its poison immediately upon impact.

My chest it felt like he was burning, like a million scalding branding irons straight from the fire were pressing into my chest and spreading slowly outwards. My blood was fire and as it moved through me, each traitorous pump scorching agony through my veins. Somewhere I heard someone screaming and I felt the floor under my body for just a second, any pain from my fall disappearing immediately into the torment that ran through every cell of my body from each capillary. There was pain, and there was fire. I felt each bone in my body break and I descended into the burning fires my neighbour had been screaming about only moments before. I tried to reach toward where I had seen Aiden sitting, feeling the cool bars under my fingertips, and somewhere in my mind I knew Aiden was wrapping my hand in his as I finally succumbed to the blackness.   

I woke with a start, frantically looking around. My heart raced and my body ached, but it was similar to the feeling after a long gym session, my bones were not broken and I was still alive. It took me a panicked moment to realise I was in a different room now, and I was tied down. Bright white lights were on me, glaring after the dimness of the row of cells. After a few blinks I got my bearings; I was still in my work clothes, but I was now in a metal chair facing a large mirror on the wall in front of me. It was similar to a dentist’s chair, with a straight back, but my feet and legs were raised and parted tied into stirrups, reminding me of TV shows when women were given pelvic exams. The bindings were strong but not overly tight and I could still move my body to an extent. My arms were tied to arm rests to each side, palm down and I was strapped across my neck, chest and lower abdomen. My legs were secured in the stirrups, although I could still move my knees to each side.

“Please don’t move, it won’t do any good”.

I started at the voice of a man behind me and as he came into my view and I stared at a man in a long white coat. He was relatively tall, maybe 6ft with a short beard, glasses and the most intense blue eyes I had ever seen. The eyes however were terrifying and I had never eyes quite so… cold before. This man was very scary.

“Please, why am I here, what is this place? What is happening, what are you doing? Why are you doing this?” I knew I was rambling, but could not stop myself

“My, my, my, so many questions!” He actually chuckled as if the idea pleased him. “Don’t worry, all will be revealed. My name is Doctor, and it took you less time to wake up from my medicine than I thought…” he tapped his nose in thought and I blanched when I realised by ‘medicine’ he meant the dart from earlier, “but don’t worry, I will instruct my staff to increase the dose for next time.” I could not breathe and my mouth opened and closed and I shuddered at the memory of the dart, not even being able to understand what a higher dose would be like. “It’s my own creation you see, I call it fire fluid, and it is quite genius if I do say so myself. It is totally harmless to your body, but it tricks all your nerves into thinking you are being burned, melted from the inside out. While you might feel like you are stuck in the middle of a raging wildfire; in a real fire where each nerve will die as it is burnt out offering some relief before you die, with my invention each nerve continues to fire impulses to your brain until you eventually pass out. Wonderful isn’t it?” He looked at me as if expecting me to agree?! He continued, “The longest one of my subjects lasted before passing out was 25 minutes. How glorious to watch as he could not even black out like you did after just a few minutes. It was truly fascinating!”

My brain was not functioning in front of such sadistic disregard for another’s pain. I tried to shrink away from him, but apart from my knees, my binds only managed movement of an inch or two.

Coming back to himself, Doctor started from his thoughts, waved his hand on front of his face and gestured to the left. I noticed the two huge men from earlier. They walked over with scissors, and without hesitating slowly cut off my clothes by first cutting into small pieces and throwing aside, and sliding from under my binds where needed. “Stop it!” I cried out, “Leave me alone! Don’t touch me, please, STOP!” I called out, but they ignored me, working slowly and methodically to reveal first my arms and torso, then my legs and thighs and finally cut away my pants and boxer briefs until I was as naked as Aiden or the other men in the cells had been. I felt my cheeks redden as my cock was lastly released to fall against my thigh. The two men did not even seem to notice either my nudity or my embarrassment, but while I was all too aware of the massive men, but they were totally impassive towards me. I tried to meet their eyes before they turned back the wall, but they were statues, waiting again for the next instruction.

“Much better!” Doctor said, drawing my attention back to him. “Now let’s have a little chat shall we?” he pulled over a stool on wheels and sat close, so I could look at him without straining my bound neck.

“You are at The Facility. You are here because you deserve to be”.

I blinked slowly, starting to talk, but he hushed me with a quick tap on my mouth. “This is a place for the failed and worst parts of society. For those that missed justice, where the families of your victims come when they have no one else to turn to. We know who you are, we know what you did and here, you will pay for it.”

Doctor waited, looking at me, straight into my eyes with an increased level of intensity. I was shocked. What had I done? I tried to think… I had been accused of drunk driving a few years ago when I had hit a pedestrian. “I didn’t do it!” I started, and Doctor smiled at my first words, seemingly receiving the reaction he wanted. The smile however did not reach his eyes. “I mean it! You can look up the court details; I stopped, tried to help him and called the police! They ran tests and found his blood alcohol was through the roof, and he even left a suicide note behind. The courts ruled it was not my fault, the man walked in front of my car! Please you have to believe me I am innocent! I don’t deserve to be here!!”

The Doctor just smiled, “There are no innocent men here Ryan”.

He gestured again to the men and the smaller one (I had started thinking of them as ‘Smaller’ and ‘Taller’ in the absence of any other distinguishing features) walked to the wall in front of me, and pressed a button next to the mirror. I continued to plead my case but a moment later the mirror became transparent, behind it showing a small room with three chairs and in the centre one sat a small, older woman maybe 60 years old with greying hair pulled back into a bun. I immediately stopped my pleading when I saw her and my blood ran cold.

I knew this woman.

She stood slowly and without hesitating raised a photograph, pressing it against the glass. In the photograph were two young women, smiling, arms wrapped around each other at a party. There were balloons and streamers behind them and they were truly beautiful. I tried to look away, but in a show of violence I was not expecting, Doctor grabbed my face, forcing me to look at the photograph and at the lady, who stared straight at me. “You will look.” Doctor said simply. I felt the tears on my cheeks as I started to sob, the women neither crying nor moving as she watched me. Finally at a gesture from Doctor, Taller released the button and the image immediately snapped back to a mirror and Doctor removed his hands from my face. I then saw myself as she had, naked, legs spread, my humiliation and tears on full show, and I closed my eyes, letting my head fall back on the chair and let the tears fall. No one should know about me and those girls and for the first time I really thought I may not be able to talk myself out of this situation.

Doctor spoke again bringing me back to reality. “As you may have now picked up, here at The Facility we recognise that our justice system is flawed, and sometimes there is a lack of evidence, or people have money and influence” he looked at me from the side of his eyes at that comment, “or the sentence is simply not strong enough. Some people call us vigilantes, but we are highly organised, extremely well-funded and as a group have determined that your stay here is penance for the lives you destroyed.” He paused again, looking at me to ensure I understood. “Each of our guests is given individual treatment that is determined to be suitable for their crimes. None of our guests have the same experience and we do make sure we take the time to truly tailor your time at the Faculty. It is this personalised service that gives our families the justice they seek”.

At that, I started to speak again, but a ball gag was shoved in my mouth by Smaller, who I had not noticed approaching. He quickly secured it at the back of my head before letting my head drop back to the chair with a thud. I tried to move my lips and tongue but my tongue was now firmly pressed against the bottom of my mouth. I was grateful that the ball was light, hollow and full of holes to let in plenty of air in to breathe. Happily these men were not interested in asphyxiation, at least not at this stage. I tried to speak again but with the gag could manage no more than a few moans and grunts.  

“Ok”, Doctor said, “Some house rules. Here at The Facility, you will undergo ‘Training’ as we call it, which will start from tomorrow. Your training will be gradual as we want to make sure you are with us for as long as possible, without shocking your system too much and I know our Clients want to see great progress with you over the coming years”. Years? I thought, YEARS!! Doctor must have noticed my panic at this and gave me a pat on the arm before continuing. “You will have regular sessions here with me, and will remain in your room with our other guests the rest of the time.” I thought back to Aiden and the rows of cells and the liberal use of the words ‘guests’ and ‘room’. “Please keep your noise level to a minimum to as not disturb our other guests who are undergoing their own training regimen. Excessive noise can be quite triggering for some and I hear from my staff you saw earlier what happens when our guests no not follow the orders of my staff”. He tapped his nose again losing himself to his thoughts “Although from your reactions to seeing the fire fluid in action on another being your own first dose may mean we have stumbled onto something there... perhaps seeing another guest on fire fluid adds to the anticipation before your own turn, perhaps a more delayed application could be useful…” Doctor seemed to go into himself for a moment, again tapping the side of his nose in thought. “Sorry”, he gave himself a shake, “Very rude of me. Anyway your fellow guest was warned. Please know we will give fire fluid to anyone who does not obey our staff, and we don’t always give the courtesy of a warning”. Ryan could not stop him body from shuddering at the memory. He would do everything in his power to avoid that, even lick these men’s boots if he had to. Doctor continued, “All our guests are given fire fluid the first time before they come to me, just so you know the impact of disobedience, however, moving forward you will be asked to ‘Assume’, which entails stepping to the back wall, with your arms and legs apart, before you will be restrained, and our staff will then bring you to me for your session. If you do not comply, you will be given a shot and brought here anyway, so we do recommend you comply so I do not have to wait for you to come back to consciousness before the treatment can begin. It is inevitable.”

Doctor looked at me again “Do you understand the rules? It is simple, no loud noises and always obey me and The Faculty staff at all times. Please nod to assure me of your understanding as I would dearly hate for you to receive fire fluid for something unavoidable”.

I nodded vigorously to make sure that Doctor knew there was no need for a demonstration of the results of a misunderstanding.

“Very good”, Doctor said, “I think you will do very well with us Ryan. Now today we will just be preparing you for your training starting from tomorrow. So please just relax, it will not be a pleasant experience, however, this will be more of a ‘rest day’, so I will leave you in our Staff’s capable hands. I look forward to working with you Ryan, and I know we can achieve great things together.”

With that he stood and left the room from a door behind my chair which I could not see. As he was leaving I tried again to speak to him, to try and allow him to explain my story, why this was a mistake and that I should not be here at The Faculty, but all that came out was a muffled garble and strangle sound and the door clicked closed, leaving me with the two men against the wall.

For a few minutes the two human statues men did not move. My eyes flicked from Taller to Smaller and back again as I felt my heart rate picking up. Eventually after maybe five minutes, they simultaneously came from the wall and moved toward me as if pulled by the same string I started to speak “rrreeesss essss ngaar”, but I realised I was not making any sense, and the two men did not seem to notice or care, their eyes giving nothing away and their faces hidden behind their masks. I looked at them with wide eyes. Smaller disappeared behind me and after a moment and the sounds of items being moved around, came back with his long sleeved sweater removed, wearing a plain black singlet and long green gloves up to his past his elbow. My brain went a million miles an hour imagining what was coming; I was naked, my body totally vulnerable and I was acutely aware of my hole available for any intrusion. The man’s gloves gave me the thought of Cows getting tested for pregnancy and imagined this hulk of a man with his arm up to my intestines. I stated to scream. “AAAHHHH, MMMMMM GGGHHH!!” my words were a mess of pleading and fear, but Smaller took no notice whatsoever. He wheeled around a tray on top of the stool Doctor has left behind, and on the tray was an aerosol can and a small digital timer. I felt my breath come quicker, was the spray lubrication for my hole? What was the timer for?? I screamed out again and tried to squirm away but even with my loose bindings, I knew there was nothing I could do.

Smaller picked the aerosol can and I closed my eyes, not wanted to see what came next. The woman behind the mirror popped into my head, was she going to watch this? Was she still behind the mirror? I opened my eyes again just in time to see Smaller in the mirror to my right side start to apply a foam substance from the can onto my chest. I finally relaxed as it foamed up, recognising it as odd smelling shaving cream. Smaller applied the cream to my chest first, taking the time to smooth it under my bindings with his gloves, and into all the nooks and crannies of my body including under my arms, around my nipples (taking extra care to run the cream deep into the skin around my teat), and across my abdomen. I was surprised when he added it to my neck and then my face, gagging as he smeared across my open mouth and tasted bitterness as it dropped through the holes in the ball, onto my tongue and down my throat. Smaller was methodical, moving to my arms, my legs, and the bottom of my feet and everywhere accessible from the chair. He applied a large amount to his hand before slowly rubbing it into my pubic hair, taking extra time to massage onto my balls and down to my taint. I heard a moan and realised it had come from me; I was getting hard from this! I blushed in shame, expecting Smaller to stop his ministrations, however he kept going as if he hadn’t heard me, not even seeming to notice my obvious arousal. Smaller then moved to my cock, massaging the shaft with the cream and rubbing all over the head, even taking the time to push some into my slit. I was now thinking this might not be hair removal cream and there was no hair on my shaft to remove, but I could not ask, so took Doctor’s advice and tried to relax. I was circumcised, but the man still took the time to rub a generous amount around the base of my shaft. I moaned again, but was disappointed when Smaller’s hands left my cock which was now hard and straight, pointing at the ceiling. Smaller then pressed a lever on the chair, and my legs slowly rose up until they were at a 45 degree angle above my head. I knew what was coming but still tried to move away without any success as the man’s hands pressed into my buttocks; massaging the area and ensuring the cream found every centimetre of the skin. He ended with a very liberal about of cream applied to my hole. He added some pressure, but not enough to push past my barrier, taking the time instead to massage the entrance in slow circles. I moaned again and my straining cock twitched in time with the circular movements of the man’s fingers.

Smaller then spoke, and I was surprised to hear his voice was a higher pitch than his partner’s, but no less cold. “I am going to untie your torso. If you don’t do exactly as I tell you. He (he gestured at Taller who was now standing on my other side about two metres away holding the fire fluid gun directly at me) will fire”. I lost my erection immediately, as adrenaline and fear came over me in waves and I looked at the weapon in the larger man’s hands, “Nod to show you understand” smaller said and I nodded vigorously. There was no way I would give them any excuse to use that weapon on my ever again. Smaller waited a moment while I nodded my head so much that some cream from my face flew off and nearly hit Smaller. He moved away quickly to avoid it, but then stepped toward me and held my throat to stop my shaking; I realised he did not want the stuff to touch his skin. When I stilled, he waited a moment, nodded and stepped back, and then using his gloved hands untied my chest, abdomen, neck and arms while I watched Taller and his dart gun the entire time.

“Lean forward” the man said. “Grab your ankles”. It was easier said than done. I was relatively flexible for a man of my size but with my legs raised above my head, and by body slick from them cream it took me several minutes to grasp behind my calves and lift my body enough off the chair to give him the access he needed, My chest and underarms were tingling now, but I just stared at the gun as Smaller finished his application of my back and upper arms, eventually advising me to lower back down when finished and tied me back to the chair. It was still looser than I expected, but even with some movement it was enough to know there was no way of becoming free, not that I would even think of it with that gun in the room.

I was covered all over now, apart from my eyes, forehead and hair. My back and ass were slippery on the chair and my legs were still raised so that I could feel air move across the most sensitive part of my cream covered body. Smaller hastily removed the gloves and in the mirror I saw him cleaning himself in a small sink behind me. As he washed any hint of the substance from his arms I noticed and the tingling on my chest had increased, becoming quite intense as my arms began to tingle too now. As I was restrained again Taller lowered the gun and came over to me, pressing the timer on the small clock on the tray. It flashed 30:00. He said nothing and I stared at the timer as I heard the door open and close once then twice and I was now alone as both men left the room.

I watched the timer ticking down to zero and squirmed against the sensations sweeping my body, my legs were now also tingling and my cock and balls were starting too. My chest however (especially my nipples) where the cream was applied first were becoming extremely uncomfortable. It felt like hundreds of tiny feathers were sweeping my torso. I am not a ticklish person, so I was not overly familiar with the sensation but I it felt like all the nerves touched by the cream were being stimulated. My arms were now facing the same sensation and legs not far behind.  My cock was rock hard again, and the areas Smaller had focused on, my cock head, the shaft and inside my slit were easily as sensitive as my nipples. My buttocks and anus were now active and I knew this was not a sensation I liked at all. I looked at the clock: 27:14. How had it only been a few minutes since the men left? I gasped as the sensation changed and thousands of tiny fingers ran down my sides, through my underarms and down the shaft of my cock. I also realised with horror that the inside of my mouth, my tongue and throat where the cream had touched were also experiencing the same effect and I tried to gag. I started to whine and move as the sensations now jolted across my entire body; up and down my legs, through the sensitive souls of my feet and across the entrance to my anus.

The effect changed again and I felt jolted by thousands of tiny pulses of electricity coming in waves across my body. My lips hummed, my balls seemed to tighten and contract, and oh dear god my cock!! I could almost feel many tiny hands milking up and down up and down and into my piss slit, I realised gravity must have driven the cream deep down into my slit and I started to cry out behind my gag, unable to handle the sensations racking my body. I looked at the time: 22:06. Oh god oh GOD OH GOD!! how was this possible??!! I moaned and writhed, I felt my body and my mouth, and down my throat and around my whole and all over my cock be caned, and whipped, again and again, please help me and I was ticked, feathered and caressed all at the same time. The intensity grew and grew I realised I was shouting through my gag stretching every muscle in my body pulling at the binds, trying to scratch at my skin with the binds sliding up and down. I felt my fingernails dig into my palms and if I could I knew I would be ripping my own skin from my body. I looked at the clock again: 16:54, I was screaming openly now, tears filling my eyes, my skin was on fire and a million tiny needles pierced every millimetre of my skin. It felt like my body was trying to push all my blood out through my skin, every sense was gone, replaced with the incessant touching tickling and stimulation from this cream that was all over my body. I tried to constantly swallow to scratch the sensations in my throat but it did not help, nothing did. My nose ran freely now joining with the tears and saliva that ran across my face. I sobbed around the gag that invaded my mouth. As some stage, I felt my bladder release and I pissed all over myself, it arched up and fell back down onto me. Even in my haze I tried to move my body to have the steam hit me and wash away even some of the cream with it, but it did nothing, there was too much and I was helpless.  Not even the stench of my own urine could break my out of my agony. At 8:09 I stopped looking at the clock. All I could do was scream through my gag and curse and swear and cry and beg for a release that was not coming.

Eventually, I heard the door open and the men return. The clock was taken away and through my swollen tear-filled eyes and screams I heard the sound of water rushing before finally my body was hit with a jet of hard and freezing cold water from a hose and nozzle held by Smaller. I cried out as the ice water hit me, and the man slowly hosed me down head to toe. The sensations started to ease as the water covered my body. The men did not release my upper body this time just aimed the jet down my back of the chair and I moved enough to ensure the freezing jet took away every tiny molecule of the awful cream from my body. I was hosed for what I guessed was maybe 10 minutes before the hose was switched off, leaving me shivering, coughing from the water that had been shot down my open mouth through the gag and my body twitching all over.

A few minutes passed and some rational thought returned. I was shocked to notice all my hair had disappeared with the cream; I supposed it was also hair removal cream after all. I looked up at the mirror, still shivering from the cold and saw my hairless anus and balls in front of me, my hole clenching and releasing, still tender from my ordeal. I had thought my skin would be red all over, but it was normal and pale, not showing any effects of the torture I have just gone through. I thought again about the woman behind the glass, and if she had seen my humiliation, or if the mirror was just what I it looked to be.

Taller approached me again holding a device which looks sort of like a small half open bear trap. I tried to cry out as he slipped it over my cock and balls, shrunken from the cold and still extremely sensitive from the cream. Ignoring my sounds, he deftly pulled at my balls, moving them out from where they had retracted into my body before painfully stretching and separating then and enclosing them in one part of the mechanism. Taller then lifted my cock and closed the main part around my soft and shrunken member, enclosing it into a tiny prison that would not have been possible without the frigid water of moments before. I looked in the mirror in front of me again, seeing how pathetic my equipment looked, tiny, wet and shivering. I had watched enough porn to know this was a very sophisticated chastity cage and I knew once I warmed up and my body tried to return to normal size again even flaccid, the cage would be extremely restricting. Taller lifted the device, moved it from side to side then released, seeming satisfied with the installation without uttering a single word or his eyes showing even a tiny expression or acknowledgement.

After a few moments, Taller took up position again on my side, pointing his gun at my body. I gulped and looked at Smaller, making sure he knew I was obeying even as my body still shivered and shuddered.

Smaller spoke, “Ryan, he are going to untie you now. If you move quickly he will shoot you. If you move too slowly he will shoot you, if you hesitate in any way he will shoot you, if he feels like it, he will shoot you. If we shoot you, we will place you back on the chair and wait for you to come back to us and we will start again. Please nod that you understand”. I nodded without thinking.  

Smaller untied me with quick hands as I lay still. I stared down the barrel of the gun the entire time, knowing I could not give the larger man any excuse the shoot me.

“Stand” he said and I quickly rolled off the chair, catching myself on my wobby legs, I glanced at Taller but he did not move as I looked down I worried for a moment that there may be cream left on the floor and it would touch my feet. Wondering if I could still react to it when watered down I released a sigh of relief when I noticed the large drain under the chair which had taken all the awful stuff away with the water.

“Arms in front of you” Smaller said and I obeyed immediately. He took a pair of padded handcuffs from the tray and secured them with aptitude that came from obvious experience. I did not move an inch, staring at the dart gun barrel and awaiting my next instruction, Shorter moved behind me, and pushed me forward with his hands, guiding me away from the chair until I was in an open part of the room. “Stay” he said simply, and I obeyed. Taller kept his gun on me as Smaller walked over to a small panel on the wall and opened the front showing a selection of buttons and dials. He pressed a button and I looked up to an opening appear from the ceiling as small carabineer on a chain lowered. When it reached my hands, Smaller secured it easily to the handcuffs, and stepped back. Taller had not moved and I trembled as I watched him from one eye and Smaller with the other as he returned again to the panel. Another button and two small holes appeared in the floor approximately one foot away from each foot. Smaller bent down, reached into the hole and pulled out a padded metal cuff, gesturing to me, the secured it tightly around my ankle. Then did the same at the other side, until my feet were wide enough apart that it was uncomfortable to stand between them and I felt a small burn start in the muscles on the inside of my thighs. Smaller returned to the panel, pressed a button and my arms were raised slowly above my head as the tension increased on the chain; until they were almost straight up above my head. I was yet again completely open to these men, naked and vulnerable. I released a breath I did not know I was holding as Taller lowered his gun and came over to me and kneeled near the floor behind me. I looked over at Smaller quickly as he pressed yet another button on the panel. I gasped when a much larger hole opened in the floor behind me but to the side of the large man kneeling. From the opening a platform rose and Taller moved it slightly on its rotating based so it was placed between my spread legs.

I started to shiver now but this time not from the cold. Without the mirror in front of me now, I could only see the unit when I turned my head and saw when Taller opened the side of a cylinder and pulled out a tube about 1cm wide, stretching the tube to is full length. I began to sweat as I now had an understanding of what was to come. I tried to move forward away from Taller and the mechanism but my legs were held fast, and my movement just caused me to overbalance with my arms above my head. This caused me to overcorrect and have to stick my arse back toward the man still playing with the device. Smaller after watching this turned one of the knobs in the panel clockwise, and the chain started to rise again; stretching me out even further, limiting any movement and causing me to be completely stretched. My shoulders were now very painful so I lifted up onto my toes to ease the tension, but I could not hold this for long before I had to lower again. I tried to find a medium between standing on my toes and my feet crying in agony, or lowering the floor, and feeling my shoulders scream out in pain. I settled at a middle position, but knew I could not move even a small amount forward or back without severely injuring my body and probably dislocating my shoulder. These men had me completely incapacitated, and I knew it. I felt the tears rolling down my cheeks and I tasted the salt as they ran though the gag and onto my tongue.

At that point, I felt Taller behind me parting my cheeks. I tried to look behind me again but my new extra stretch position did not allow much movement, so I had to give up and returned to look ahead at the smaller man next to the panel on the wall. I heard the sound of tape being ripped and my cheeks were secured open by the tape to my hips. When Taller’s hands left my body, my hole was now open again to the cool air. I felt my anus open and close adjusting to the sensation. After a moment and some more movement behind me, I felt a cool liquid at my entrance and nearly injured my shoulders as I jumped forward, thinking it was more of the cream from earlier. Taller did not stop though and coated my hole, the slick texture gradually easing my fear that this was anything but simple lubricant although my brain still whirred at the possibility of what this meant. After a moment Taller pushed and after a moment my entrance released enough to allow him to slip a finger into me and I flinched at the intrusion. His finger was very large! The big man slowly eased the lubrication in and out of my hole with his finger, before removing it entirely. A moment later I felt the pressure of the tube I had seen earlier pushing at my entrance. Taller gave constant pressure and I knew I had to allow him access to stop the screaming pressure on my shoulders. I bore down and back as much as I could onto the tube allowing my sphincter to open. The tube slid in and I felt it plunging up into my body, but without being able to see I had no way of knowing how far it had gone, although I felt it moving high up into my insides. I gasped with surprise as a second tube was pushed at my hole. This time it was painful as Taller pushed into me and I tried to say “too tight” but through my tears and the gag it just came out as “Oooo iieeiid!!”. Without even acknowledging I had tried to speak the man pushed the second tube into me. I hear myself cry out with the stretch as the two tubes were larger than his finger had been earlier. Eventually the second tube stopped moving up into my body and my sphincter adjusted and closed around both tubes, locking them in place. I took a few deep breaths and it took me a moment to realise my cock, which was still locked in its tiny cage was trying to get hard. What the fuck? This was so far from an erotic situation, but somehow even though I was terrified, in pain and humiliated my cock had had other ideas. I whimpered as the cage held it in place though, much tighter and smaller than it normally was soft and the sense of humiliation increased again.

I could not see what was happening behind me, I thought of the mirror again and knew anyone on the other side of that mirror had a crystal clear view of my now stretched anus and the contraption I was unable to push from my body.

Warm water started flowing out of one of the tubes into my body. The flow was constant, and I felt my lower body slowly being inflated.  When it started to become uncomfortable, I let my anus give a little and where the two tubes met the liquid started to drain out running along the outside of the tube. At that, Taller pressed something against my hole, and a jolt of electricity hit my entrance, shocking me and causing my muscles to clench closed immediately. The jolt of current travelled from my hole, easily carried through the water filling my body and into my entire lower half. I screamed out in pain around my gag “AAAAAAGGHHHHHHHHHH!!” My thoughts left me and I shook from the agony of that touch at my sensitive entrance and the current through my distended bowels. With my sphincter clenched around the tubes, I was unable to do anything as the current pulsed throughout my abdomen. Eventually the pain subsided and after a few twitches I was able to breathe again. The whole time I was being shocked, the water had continued to flow into my body. The large man growled from behind me, “Hold it in”. I knew now I would be straining my hole closed until he advised me otherwise. I clenched my virgin hole as tight as I could, trying to visualise the muscles filling the space where the two tubes met in a circle of eight, even as my body screamed it was impossible.

The pressure in my abdomen kept increasing and cramps started as my body tried to reject what was happening and expel the fluid. Looking down I could see my body distended from the pressure as still the water was pumped into me. Twice more I was shocked for allowing water to escape, each time my cries and moans were ignored. The men in this room truly did not care for anything apart from completing their job of ‘preparing’ me. Eventually, when I thought I might collapse from the cramping, my body wracked from the pain and short grunts coming from my throat and my entrance aching from the pressure of keeping clenched around the figure of eight created by the tubes; I felt the man behind me start another part of the machine. Finally the 2nd tube started draining the water away! I expected relief, but when none came I realised but the machine was obviously set up to remove the fluid at the same pace as it went in, maintain the same level of pressure as the water cycled through my insides. I was left there in limbo my body screaming, standing on my toes, stretched, cramping and crying. Finally Smaller moved, and pressed another button on the panel. A gap appeared at my head height in the wall and a small screen appeared. A timer flickered on showing 15:00. It flashed twice and slowly started to tick down. I followed the clock, making a sound in my throat every ten seconds to count the achievement on staying sane for each torturous tick.

At 8:36, I felt the shock again at my anus and almost collapsed as the pain pulsed through my entire abused abdomen. Apparently I had not kept my sphincter tight enough. The man on the wall pressed a button and the timer stopped, and clicked back to 15:00, flashing twice before starting again. How could I possibly start again with another 15 minutes of this?! My anus screamed from the tension of clamping down on the tubes, my belly cramped and I was in so much pain!! I cried, grunted and sobbed…  I tried closing my eyes and not watching the timer, but even with my eyes closed I could feel it ticking so opened my eyes again once more started my sounds at each ten second. Somehow the clock finally clicked to 0:00. I sighed with relief as Taller pressed a button the machine and the tube filling me was stopped. I slowly felt the cramping ease as the pressure in my body reduced. Eventually I heard the tube stop suctioning and both were removed from me with an audible pop. I released a breath and allowed my strained ass to finally relax.

The tape was not removed, but as I was hairless now, I know it would feel like nothing compared to what I had just been through to have it ripped off. Against the wall, Smaller pressed a button in the panel and the unit slowly lowered back into the floor. I heard Taller rise up onto his feet again and move around the room.

I stood there on my toes and waited for the men to release my arms and give me the next instruction, feeling a small sense of pride in my ability to follow their rules and not having needed any additional punishment at this stage. As my shoulders screamed out I wondered if the woman in the mirror and would be satisfied now and leave, or maybe she was already gone, I tried to turn my look to look at the mirror, but it was impossible.

Taking deep breaths again I heard both men moving around behind me; they were back at the metal chair from earlier and I took the opportunity to come full onto my toes for a moment and release some of the pressure on my shoulders.

What I saw when Smaller step in front of me stopped all thoughts. I started to scream and thrashed against the chains, not aware of anything else except the need to escape, I writhed and pushed and felt new agony as my left shoulder dislocated and popped out of its socket as I tried to get away! I screamed through my gag again and again and I still even through the anguish of my shoulder tried the move away from the man who looked straight at my eyes, even as my shoulder shook my body with waves of new pain. I screamed at what was in his hands. “AHHGH MMM!! NGO MMMHH, EEESE NGOOOOOOO!!!” I garbled through my gag. Smaller was once again in a tank top and long gloves and he walked slowly behind me holding the cream can from earlier. This time he had an attachment to it, extending the nozzle in a thin tube and I knew exactly where it was going. I had been so relieved when the substance had not gone inside my hole before and now and NOW OH GOD!!! He bent behind me and the thin tube slid in easily past my entrance, I gurgled on my own salvia and vomited through my gag chocking as it tricked back into my throat and down my front. I screamed on and on to a room with these two sadists and my mind finally snapped as I heard him press the nozzle and the sensation of him filling me inside with the cream start I knew only terror.

As Smaller pulled the tube from me, Taller pressed a button on the panel and the timer flashed twice settling on 60:00. A tingle started deep in my body and I screamed and screamed as the door opened, and both men left.