The Facility - Ryan

Please note this is a direct continuation of The Facility – Ryan Chapter 1 and 2. The below won’t make sense without reading the earlier chapters, especially in relation to parts such as Ryan’s hypersensitivity so do recommend a read (or read-read) of the first two installations before you continue. 

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

I looked at Aiden as the single word from the guard sank in. It was my turn again, and so soon!! In the back of my brain I knew I needed to stand at the back of the cell, place my hands on the wall, legs spread and shoulder-width apart. But I just couldn’t move. I felt myself shaking, my own trauma from the ‘preparation’ session still fresh in my mind, and after seeing what had happened to Craig just hours ago I couldn’t make my muscles react and follow the instructions. That was going to happen to me and I just couldn’t do it… “Aiden” I whispered and shrank back into our joined bars. I knew I was rambling as my thoughts tried to find a way that this was a mistake and not my all too real reality. “It’s too soon; it can’t be me again… It’s not fair!! I just got back, I’m not ready, and please I won’t be able to handle it. Please don’t make me… Aiden please, please, please…” Aiden just stared at me with wide eyes and shook his head. The guard looked at me, and noting my lack of movement turned to his partner further down the corridor and gestured him over.

“Ryan!” Aiden said my name with urgency. “You have to move! They will dart you if you don’t comply and you will just end up wherever they want anyway. Please Ryan just be strong! I will be here when you get back OK? Please mate, you have to move!” He grabbed my arm through our bars, and his contact jolted me back to myself. My cock jumped up against my will in response to Aiden’s touch and I gasped at the immediate arousal, and combined with his surprising strength yanking under my elbow, it got me moving. Somehow my arms and legs were functioning, and by the time the 2nd guard was at my cell, I was positioned as they demanded, with just my bandaged arm hanging down by my side. My heartbeat was incredibly loud and pounded in my ears. I looked over at Aiden who gave me a small nod, before stepping back into the darkness of his own cell. I took a deep breath and steeled myself, but still flinched as a gloved hand took my good arm and secured a leather strap around the wrist. Another was quickly added to my left ankle, then the right, before the legs were linked together by a thick chain. Finally my good arm was tethered down to the ankle chain with a slightly lighter length. To finalise the restraints; a wide leather collar was secured around my neck before Taller clipped a third chain to the front which he pulled and led me away. I looked over my shoulder toward Aiden as I was taken to my own personal hell, but could not make out his face in the dim light.

As I shuffled forward under the constraints, I realised this was the first time I had actually walked past the cells and could see some of the other captives. Due to my hobble, we had to move slowly and I was able to take the time to look into each individual space between my cell and the red door. Two were empty, one had a man curled lying at the back facing the wall and most others showed naked and frightened men quivering at the back of their cells. They still managed to look at me with pity, knowing that what was to come for me would be far worse than time in these cages.  

The 2nd last cell was quite different.

Inside was a solidly built older man in his mid-60s, pale with a thick grey beard and tattoos all across his body. The largest tattoo on his shoulder was a devil’s face, some writing and [MC] underneath, so clearly a motorcycle gang member.

This was a very different scene.

The poor man was on his hands and knees, his knees, calves and feet legs strapped securely down and connected to bolts in the floor. Thick lengths of leather and chain encircled his waist and four more large chains; (two on each side) connected the waist strap to a metal frame, which was also securely bolted to the floor ‘locking’ the man from moving away; there was no way for the victim to move his haunches away from the frame, although both arms and upper body were free. I supposed he technically could move back closer to the frame, but he was straining forward with all his might – the chains at their tightest tension. It was clear why; inside the metal frame and bolted to the floor there was a sophisticated fucking machine. As the machine whirled and the gears turned it was pushing a large red and studded dildo at least the width of soda can in and out of the man’s ass. It went all the way into his entrance, his hole swallowing the giant dildo hungrily until it was fully embedded, before coming out only half way, and returning home deep inside, the tortured hole given no respite from the continuous onslaught. I felt my own ass contract in sympathy even as I noticed the constant suck and slurp of his sensitive flesh being stretched over and over, audible even over the sound of the machine. I watched the dildo pushing into the hole and back out, each individual stud popping back out before going straight back inside each and every agonising time. The scene was positioned close to the corridor; I had to assume so any prisoner walking past had a clear view. The scene was sideways so looking into the cell you could easily see both the man’s tortured hole, but also the abject agony on his broken face. He looked towards at us as we passed. Not sure who he was calling to, his eyes unfocused as he looked in my general direction but still he pleaded in a cracked and high pitched voice “Please ngh… ngh… ngh… please ngh…” each thrust punctuated by a groan as each new thrust reached the deepest part of his body and the toy distorted the man’s channel again and again… I had no idea how long the man had been tied to the machine, but a large pool of piss and cum surrounded him on the floor, so I had to assume some time, maybe since before I even entered The Facility. A nearly empty bottle of lubricant was suspended above the fuck machine, and as I walked past a few drops of lube dripped onto the gigantic dildo, easing the movement in and out of his entrance. We continued past without stopping, the guards making no reaction to what we were passing by.   

We got to the final cell and my captor stopped so suddenly I almost bumped into him. The man inside was not any different to any other I had seen trying to hide away, but without looking to the side his head still facing forward toward the red door, Taller raised his left arm and with no hesitation and obvious military precision shot a dart into the leg of the man in the cell. Without any comment, he lowered is arm and moved forward again pulling me through the door by my collar, Smaller following behind. I heard the man start to scream before the door closed behind the three of us, blocking off all sound.

The room on the other side of the red door was small, dimly lit with a table, two small chairs and a single polystyrene cup half full of coffee. There was a door leading to the right, but I was led straight forward to an elevator, doors already open and waiting. Without a word I was pulled into the lift by my collar and after a moment, the doors closed. There were no buttons and the lift started to move automatically, although I could not tell if we were moving up or down.  After maybe 30 seconds the doors opened again, this time onto a brightly lit corridor and it took me a moment of rapid blinking for my eyes to adjust. I was marched past several nondescript metal doors until we stopped at one no different to any other but when Taller opened the door I was faced with room that would stay forever in my nightmares; the white room from my previous torment. I stopped at the threshold, unable to willingly step inside but Taller simply yanked on my collar and I tumbled into the room, just managing to keep on my feet. I was led over to the same metal chair, roughly pushed into it and secured across my waist under my ‘travel’ chains. Now confident I was restrained, Smaller took off my cuffs.

I started to ask him “Could you please tell…” I stopped at a quick and murderous look from the man and did not try again. Silently he un-cuffed me while Taller took up the position at my feet yet again, dart gun out and pointed straight at me. I was shaking, my fear manifesting throughout my body but I remained mostly still as Smaller strapped me securely down to the chair. In addition to the large strap across my waist, my ankles were again in the stirrups, but this time my legs were tied down in six different places each. I had a large binding across the top of my thighs and the four more were added, crisscrossing across my torso. My neck was tied down with thick leather and finally my arms secured to the armrests in five straps each, palms down. The arm rests were close to my body so the bandaging on my shoulder remained and my injury not further strained by the constraints. The chair was been set into a half seated position, so I could easily see down across my hairless and trembling body. My cock was still trapped in its cage, and in this position my balls and ass were easily accessible. My imagination flashed with what could be coming; each idea more terrifying and violent than the last as time slowly passed and we waited, waited and waited. I was not able to move even an inch to lessen the pressure from any part of the straps, the binding across my thighs especially tight and digging into the flesh and muscle. Any idea I had to try and find some relief was tempered by Taller who stoically remained at my feet pointing the dart gun at me, head cocked to the side and eyes unblinking. His arms must have been aching; but he stood as a statue, his entire focus on me.

My mind whirled; I felt my panic rise again. I thought of Craig’s tortured body, even now he would be suffering continuous and agonising stimulation, and I thought of the older man tied to the fuck machine, the sight of the red studded monster slowly being swallowed into his channel before being pulled out and invading him again and again without relief…

I was brought back to reality with the sound of the door opening and closing. I heard footsteps and finally, Doctor wheeled a stool to my side and sat down.

“Hello Ryan, how are you doing?”

Um, how was I supposed to answer that? My brain raced to find the answer, “Um, I dunno… I am scared… what are you going to do to me?”

Doctor shook his head, “Ryan, you misunderstand me, I do not care how you are in the traditional use of the phrase, we are doing something new and exciting with you Ryan, so when I ask how you are, I mean physically. I don’t care if you are sad or frightened or really anything else. It is essential you tell me about any physical changes, even small ones. If I find out you have held anything back, well, let’s just say that there will be consequences. Do you understand?” I took a quick moment, and then nodded silently.

“Very good! Let’s try again, now, how are you?”

My words tumbled out of me, “My shoulder hurts, my cock is aching in this little cage, the straps are digging into me and I am cold”. Was that what he wanted? I paused for a moment before continuing “When someone touches me anywhere on my body except the top of my face, ears and hair I feel like I am going to spontaneously cum, even through this little cage”. Doctor’s head shot up “And who exactly has been touching you?” Taller and Smaller seemed to stiffen at his words. Taller stepped forward and started to raise his gun at me, but Doctor raised his hand and shook his head. After a pause, Taller stepped back, still looking incredibly tense.

Shit shit shit!! I had not meant to get Aiden into trouble! Unsure how to get around this I tried to explain, “it was Aiden in the cell next to mine, but we didn’t do anything weird I promise, he just touched my hair when you brought me back, but then he touched my hand and I reacted, but he didn’t do anything, he was just being kind and it helped me to stay quiet which is what you demanded, so you can’t, I mean I am sorry if I broke one of your rules...” I was rambling, but the Doctor looked thoughtful and tapped the side of his nose, “Aiden, is he a big man with lots of body hair?” “Oh god no!” I said, “That’s the man on the other side, Aiden is the Aussie guy in the cell closer to the door, but please he didn’t do anything wrong, he just kept me quiet, so was following your own rules!” The Doctor looked up for a moment, again tapping the side of his nose in thought, “Aiden… oh!” he looked at me quickly, “well that is surprising! But don’t worry Ryan, there are just two rules here, and having a friend is not against them, although it is rare.” Taller and Smaller relaxed when Doctor seemed to accept my explanation and I audibly released a sigh, very relieved Aiden would not be punished or moved away from me.

“Now”, Doctor started again, “Before we get into the good stuff, you and I are going to be meeting quite regularly, so I thought each time you come to me you can ask me one question. I of course do not have to answer you, but assuming I feel like it, I will give you some of the answers you are looking for. You see this will also allow me to analyse what our guests are thinking and assist with my future physiological profiling. So Ryan, for today’s question, what do you want to know?”

Very surprised by the offer but also grateful for any delay to any intended ‘treatment’, my mid whirled through all the millions of questions I had and what I wanted or needed to know. After a quick pause I asked “I would like to know where we are please?” “Easy one”, says Doctor, seemingly disappointed by my choice. We are on the island of Kharimkotan, between Russia and Japan.” The blasé way he told me this information showed me that he had no fear of it ever being of any use to me and it meant that assuming his answer was the truth, my escape was looking almost impossible.  

Doctor clapped his hands, “OK, let’s get started shall we?”

At those words I felt my body break out in sheen of sweat and I started to shake even more violently than before. Doctor though seemed completely unperturbed, stood and started gathering items from the area behind my head. As he moved, he chatted away to me, but also to himself. “You are tied down today because it is essential that you remain completely still, if you move around, you may find that you cause irreparable damage to your body and we just can’t have that. Now, where is the... ah, there is it is! Sneaky little thing, hmmm. Maybe 10 each today?”  he came back round and I gulped by what was on the tray he carried. There was a huge syringe attached to an intimidating needle and full of an off-white coloured fluid. There was some sort of metal contraption, a small bottle of what I assumed to be lubricant and a selection of long rods, ranging from very thin up to about 5mm wide. “What… what are you going to do with those?!” I stuttered out. Doctor arched one eyebrow a me, “Now Ryan, you have had your question for today, we don’t want to be greedy do we?” my patted my thigh with a gloved hand. “I may choose explain some things as we go through assuming you can remain perfectly still”. Doctor waived Taller and Smaller over and the larger of the two men bent and covered my eyes with his gloved hands, plunging me into darkness while I felt Taller’s hands on the cage surrounding my cock. After a moment I heard a click and I was free! The hands came away from my eyes and I was so relieved to see my soft but still whole cock lying on my stomach. Finally having blood circulate free through it felt amazing and I sighed audibly wiggling as much as I could to appreciate the freedom, such as it was.

“This is going to be the tricky part though Ryan, we need to keep you semi-hard. Not fully erect, but flaccid just won’t work. Normally an extra tight cock ring at the base of your shaft here” he tapped the base of my dick and I twitched away without thinking trying to avoid his touch “would keep you a half mast, but that won’t suit in this instance so we are going to try a few options”. Smaller stepped toward me and took off his right glove, kneeling down between my legs, I could just see the top of his covered head as he disappeared to the level of my hole. The embarrassment of having him staring straight at such an intimate part of my body barely registered now in the cacophony of thoughts and emotions whirling through my mind.

Doctor gently lifted my cock and played with the head, circling the top and pushing and stretching my piss slit. He took the 2nd smallest metal rod from the table and covered it in lube. I had a very good idea now where this was going to go, and my pulse was racing. “Remember now Ryan, perfectly still please.” Taking my cock in one hand and the wand in the other, Doctor nodded toward where Smaller knelt and after a short moment I felt his finger lightly touch against my hole. The touch was feather light, my reaction was immediate and I gasped as his touch flooded me with such an extreme sense of arousal that I groaned out load, eyes rolling back in my head. The cream had been focused here, not once but twice and all too quickly I felt my balls tighten as my cock jumped to attention, rock hard. “Damn it”, Doctor said, I thought that may happen. OK, plan B”. The finger was removed from my entrance and my cock went down almost immediately as I struggled to regain my breath. Holy crap that was intense!!

Doctor handed the bottle of lube down to Smaller and took it back after a moment. After a brief wait I felt Smaller’s now slick and re-gloved finger slowly circling my entrance. His skin now protected by the glove. My cock stayed limp, but I could feel some sensation as the nerves were slowly and methodically stimulated. Using two fingers and slowly decreasing circles Smaller gradually increased the pressure and my hole began to twitch and clench under the attention. My cock also moved slightly. “I thought that this might work with you Ryan” Doctor said happily before nodding to Smaller again, “best just go for the area straight away”. At that a finger abruptly pushed into me, and I almost jerked at the intrusion and stinging sensation, but managed to stay still. Smaller had pushed his entire thick middle digit into me without pausing and in reaction my muscles gripped down onto him, locking him in place. He grunted and Doctor looked at me with an eyebrow raised so I took a breath and forced my ring to relax, bearing down and allowing Smaller more freedom of movement. It was so humiliating not just to allow this, but help facilitate the intrusion but right at that moment in my situation; I don’t know a single man who would blame me or choose any differently.

Smaller pulled his finger most of the way out and then back in each thrust stretching my ring over his knuckles. After a few minutes when Smaller judged I was sufficiently used to the sensation, with a bit more pressure he added a second finger, my hole stinging again as I was stretched further, his fingers felt huge! A quick “mmmgh” escaped from my mouth before I clamped it down and closed my eyes. I could feel my entrance twitching and clenching around his finger, and felt the intrusion as my nerves fired off and I gripped the arms of the chair tightly. My cock however, apart for the first jump that seemed to please Doctor lay completely soft and motionless. After few more minutes and more time to adjust, Smaller turned his fingers 180 degrees and curled them upwards toward my belly button. The reaction down through my balls and ass was instantaneous and I clenched down on his fingers again. This time though, he stopped in in and outward thrust, having found my gland he cocked his two fingers in a ‘come here’ motion as he massaged my prostate. The sensation was incredible, the man knew exactly how control the sensations and this time my cock took notice! It began to engorge and slightly rose up from my belly becoming harder until Doctor called out “stop”, and the stroking fingers in my ass stopped moving immediately, although they remained imbedded in my ass.

Doctor nodded, pleased with the condition of my now semi-hard cock and took my shaft in one hand and slowly started pushing the lubed rod down into my piss slit. It hurt, like REALLY HURT!! I did not cry out, but bit down on my lip in order to stop myself, but holy fuck he was pressing really hard and it was only going in the smallest amount, feeling like it was tearing me the whole way. After a moment I could not help myself and I had to bite back a cry, the sound coming out in a short “Hummph”. Doctor sighed, clicked his tongue and removed the rod. “That is yet another surprise Ryan; your urethra is very narrow. Normally with sounding, you don’t need the smallest rod, in fact, you are more likely to cause damage by using a too small wand, but there is nothing for it, we need to downsize”. He picked up the smaller wand and after coating it in lube, added an extra dollop on my piss hole and took my now again flaccid cock into his hand. After a moment he nodded towards Smaller who had still not removed his fingers, but who at the request started his internal ministrations yet again. It took longer for my cock to start to harden this time, but rise again it eventually did, and I moaned just a little as men I hated and feared played my body like an instrument.

When he was happy with my now semi-hard cock again Doctor took me in one hand and very slowly inserted the start of the narrower wand into the top of my cock.

This time it was a different sensation, not the pain from earlier, but something… different. The metal was very cold and I shivered despite myself. I felt like I wanted to piss, and there was a sense of total fullness and God, I felt stretched! I closed my eyes and released a low “mmmmmgggh” as Doctor slowly and surely pushed the wand down my urethra. Occasionally Doctor would halt, and move the wand up and down, effectively fucking my own cock with the sound. Also monitoring my body Smaller would occasionally start stroking my prostate, and then stop as needed, the overall sensation of being invaded both in my hole and down my cock at the same time leaving me feeling horny, and yet unfulfilled as I was kept at a level of mid-erection. The entire time that rod moved deeper down into my shaft disappearing before my very eyes, when I could keep them open. After several minutes, Doctor stopped pushing. The rod was only about half down into my cock and Smaller removed his fingers from my ass with a pop before stepping away and moving over the sink to clean his hand. I couldn’t help but feel… empty without his fingers but quickly pushed that thought away. Doctor then slowly without touching the wand itself stroked my shaft up and down with gloved hands. As I watched; gravity slowly pulled the cold metal down further into me. Occasionally when it stopped, Doctor would pull it out a small way then allowed it to drop down, again and again, each time it entered my slit even more deeply. He did not rush and I was surprised by the level of care taken to ensure I was not injured.

Finally, when the rod was sticking out only by about an inch and a half, the rest deep into me Doctor motioned to Taller who came over and took over holding my cock upright. Doctor then picked up the giant syringe and my mind locked onto it straight away, and I pleaded, all the while knowing it would do no good, “Please not into my cock please don’t do it, don’t touch me, not my dick please…” whimpering as Doctor came closer with the needle and oh god was it this big before??  “Please no, not into my cock please!” I cried out louder this time. I was completely ignored though and as if I had not spoken; But Doctor came over to my head. Without any warning he pressed the needle into my jaw and injected some of the solution into the left hand side of my face, then pulled it out, done in just a few seconds. It was quick and apart from the initial sting, relatively painless. Not at all what I had expected! He then proceeded to do the same to almost all the major muscles in my body moving methodically around my body. My neck, shoulder, down my arms my sides and across my abs, He move down my left side and even injected into the soles of my feet. When the syringe ran out Smaller came over with a replacement and Doctor repeated the process on my right side, until a final injection into my right jaw.

I was offered no explanation of the treatment or anticipated result. Doctor was right; to him, I was not a person, just a body. Returning to the his chair, he took my cock back from Taller and I was very surprised to see just the tip of the sound sticking out of my cock, with the injections I had not even noticed it going the final way down, but was hyper aware now, every small movement bringing jolts through me as the rod pushed at the most sensitive parts of my body.

Taller returned with an extremely narrow length of clear plastic tubing and after a generous amount of lube was applied to the outside, Doctor slid it over the slim tip of the sound that was still visible, and then proceeded thread it down into my slit, swallowing the sound whole. Doctor this time just applied continuous pressure as it slowly moved into me, sheathing the rod and was swallowed into my shalt. Now this was painful!! Aaagh nnn mm, oh no… gnngh… oh!! I garbled. I may have gotten used to the narrow rod, but the added girth of the tubing pushing into me was awful, I actually cried out “Please you will split my cock, it is bigger like the first rod, please stop!!” But Doctor just kept pushing. Down and down into my poor cock. I was almost grateful for the binding that held me down as I felt my body try to move and twitch away from the invasion and I knew if I was able to move it would cause real damage. Finally the tube was considered sufficiently deep and Doctor unceremoniously removed the sound from my cock, leaving the hollow tube holding open my incredibly stretched piss slit. I did not know if I was torn at all, but I was definitely stretched, and I throbbed internally. The skin inside my sensitive shaft was now pulled to capacity and I felt the blood pulsing to around the abused area. Once the metal sound was removed, and Doctor released my cock it dropped back to my belly, completely soft once again.

Next, Doctor picked up the final metal device from the tray and slipped a metal ring over my cock, He had to squeeze my balls through it as well, and I groaned and whimpered as they were squished through the ring, and popped through, the ring now snug against my hairless body. The rest of this new chastity cage was fed over my now limp shaft, the end of the tubing sticking out a few mm at the end before Doctor clipped it all together. My cock was again locked down again, the mechanism holding the tube in place, and keeping it from slipping further and being lost in my urethra.

Doctor moved the cage to one side and then the other and seemingly satisfied tapped his nose and said “OK, then Ryan, all done!” I was understandably surprised. While this had been awful, it was SO far less horrific than my prep session and also compared to what I had seen of other treatments. “I don’t understand”, I said. Am I allowed to leave?” The Doctor gave me a cold smile. “Yes Ryan, you see some men have a fast treatment plan in situations where we feel an immediate reaction is required. Others such as yourself are considered a ‘long game’, and we really see potential in what you will be able to achieve. So for now you can head back to your room, and I will see you tomorrow.” With that he left, and heard the door close behind him. Taller and Smaller untied all of me except the waist strap, re-secured me in my cuffs, collar and chains before the waist strap was released and I was back to the elevator and to my cell. I noticed as I shuffled past that the fat biker was still on the fucking machine, although he had collapsed. The front of his body was lying prone on the floor, while his legs and ass were held up in his bindings and the giant dildo still pushed in and out of his stretched entrance. The bottle of lube had been filled again and slowly dripped onto the dildo as it fucked the abused man past insanity.

Back at my cell Aiden was not there, and I was immediately very worried, not sure if he was being punished for what I had said during my session. After another two hours of panic as I imagined the scenario he would be facing, Aiden was returned, but he was tied up; his arms bound tightly to the sides of his body and his legs secured together, ropes restricting all his movements. Taller carried him over his shoulder in an impressive show of strength (as Aiden was not a small man), and dropped him unceremoniously into his cell before walking away. He grunted once as he hit the floor, but immediately looked for me. When his eyes caught mine, he scooted towards my bars as best he could. “Are you OK?” he asked and looked over my body. He noticed my new cock cage and I quickly caught him up on what had happened. “OK, it could be worse I suppose, but there is no leniency here, so just be on your guard.” I did not mention his new bindings as I sensed he wanted me to pretend even a small degree of normalcy with him.

After maybe another hour, we were brought food; my first in The Facility. A small man I did not know made his way down the corridor, giving each prisoner a meal unique to him. My hairy neighbour was given what looked to be a single piece of meat, rare without any bones which he grabbed with both hands and gnawed at without any hesitancy. Aiden and I both received a bowl of cold, gruel-like soupy porridge, although mine was a lighter colour. Initially I did not want to eat, but Aiden reminded me I needed the energy and told me I would be forced to eat if I didn’t comply willingly. I relented and started eating the foul tasting stew. After a moment I realised Aiden could not eat with a spoon like he was, and his bindings across his arms and legs was forcing him to lap at his bowl like a dog. After a moment, I set my own bowl aside, moved forward and reached through the bars and took his bowl and my own spoon, before offering a spoonful of the substance to Aiden. He sat up and seemed shocked, but then nodded. With a simple “Thank you” he allowed me to slowly feed him.

From there, my days blurred together and I have no idea how much time passed. We were fed twice a day, or what I assume was a passing day. Once a day an alarm sounded and after a minute a shower of cold soapy water fell from a hole in the ceiling of each cell over the grate in the corner of each chamber. After a few minutes it turned into only water to allow a rinse, and that was how we kept clean. We pissed and shit over the grates during the day, and the daily showers took away any mess with them.

My hairy neighbour masturbated regularly throughout the day. He had started calling me ‘Rabbit’, although I avoided interacting with him as much as I could. More often than not when we wanted to jack off, he would call me to come over to join him. He loved to shake his hard, long and thick cock at me through the bars and offer me a ‘taste’ or just laugh. As the days passed he began trying to get my attention just as he came, grinning as he shot his load through his bars into my cell. His mad eyes whirling as he moaned, looked at me and lipped his lips. He also ranted about Devils and Demons a lot. He spat venom at Aiden the most often, calling him everything from a cunt to Satan himself, more aggressively so when Aiden would engage with him and tell him to leave me alone when he tried to entice me over to him. The giant also got shot by the Fire Fluid more than anyone else… it was as if his mind would just forget where he was and the rules and he started to yell and rant as is possessed. It was clear he was insane; however, I also noticed he was never taken away for ‘treatment’, just left in his cell day in and day out.

My sessions were daily, while some men were taken only very rarely. There had been a particularly confronting show one day on the large corridor screens where; for about five hours a man from the far end of the corridor had been penetrated in both his cock shaft, anus and mouth with everything from raw peeled ginger bulbs and chilli peppers to onions and hot sauce and then had some form of itching powder coated on his balls. He had been brought back after the treatment, a raw ginger straw dipped in crushed hot chillies inserted deep into his cock, the itching stuff still layered across his balls, frothing at the mouth and twitching violently but had been and tied to the side wall of his cell, unable to wipe away the substance for several days.

Aiden was gone more than anyone, and was always taken away for his own treatment when I was in the white room. When he came back he was bound or tied in a new way, sometimes minor, but once or twice he had been completely hog tied and had not been able to move even to push his bowl to me to help him eat. On these days he had been force fed by tube down his throat by the guards when they returned and found the food untouched. He did not talk about what happened to him during his treatments and I did not ask, but he was gone a lot longer than most was so I had to assume the sessions were incredibly intense.

When we were together in our cells and not sleeping, Aiden and I talked. We spoke about getting out, as unlikely as this seemed to us both. We discussed our lives before the Facility; we spoke about people we had loved and also wondering who was ultimately looking for us. Aiden had been openly gay before the Facility, and while I was uncomfortable with this at first, especially as I sat next to him completely naked but after a while we settled into ourselves and eventually I spoke about fucking women and he about fucking men as if both were completely normal. These talks are what got me through each day and I believed kept us both sane. The men in the cells came and went. Craig was taken away a week after his broadcast session, his body placed onto a gurney and I might have thought he was dead, except as he rolled past me cell I saw him twitch and a small drip of cum ooze from his still rock hard and painfully bruised cock, and I heard him moan softly. He did not come back.

A few days later a young, fit Latino man was put in his vacated cell. He arrived dressed in baggy jeans and a Nike T-Shirt and he screamed in Spanish before Taller and Smaller came, shot the man in his left side cell with Fire Fluid, and after he watched, they unceremoniously shot him too and took him away even as he screamed. He had come back after several hours naked, hunched over with a haunted look in his eyes, and had been silent ever since.

My own ‘sessions’ each day were now predictable. I was taken to the white room and tied down before my cock cage and tube were assessed. About a quarter of the time they were removed, the rest of the time left before being assessed again the following day. On the days it was removed and Doctor chose the larger size I could accommodate a new sound was inserted into my body, before an accompanying new tube was added. The pain was always awful, but after a few hours back in my cell I became used to the sense of fullness, and the constant stretching sensation within my cock at all times became just part of my life. The injections all over my body continued each day regardless, and while I felt significantly weaker now that when I arrived I had not noticed anything dramatically different happening to my body. The mirror in the white room was always covered, so I was not able to tell if there were any physical changes or if the injections were maybe changing something internally, or maybe they were just another tool of fear.

After several weeks or maybe longer my piss slip had become a gaping hole when the tube was pulled out. The hole was now easily stretched to approx. 15mm and I could have easily pushed my pinkie finger down into the hole and pissing was a total mess. Thank goodness for the daily showers, because I always managed to get piss all over myself, after a while Aiden had suggested I start squatting down to piss, and while I felt ridiculous, like a woman camping and I was humiliated but Aiden didn’t judge me and honestly it did help to minimise the mess.

I also asked Doctor my one question a day.

“What is wrong with my neighbour? He is quite mad isn’t he?”

“Yes, quite. You see the men here react to their treatment in different ways. Most of the time their mind is broken and they become trapped in their own psychotic nightmare loop. Sometimes; generally due to the nature of their treatments they become extremely aggressive. They produce excess testosterone and subsequently have increased body hair and are prone to increased violent and sexual urges. They are still broken men you see and nothing like what they were when they came in but they become more… animalistic I should say”

“How many men are here?”

“the number that deserve to be”

“Are you drugging my food?”

“There are antibiotics in the food to keep down any infections from your sessions”.

“That is not a No”

“Isn’t it?”

“How many floors are in the Facility?”

“More than just this one”

“What is your real name?”

“You can just call me Doctor”

“Is there anything I can do to be released?”

“You know what you did; do you think you deserve to be given your life back?”

“Who told you what I did to get in here?”

“You did Ryan”

“I did what? I don’t understand!”

“…”

One day, after a few more weeks, the Doctor acted differently and seemed excited when we met. He removed the tube, nodded and said to me, “you won’t need the tube any longer Ryan. That was your last one. Before we complete this part of your treatment, what is your question for today?”

“I thought about what I really needed to know and said simply, “What are you doing to me why are you stretching inside my cock?”

“We are stopping you from Cumming”.

Doctor said it so matter-of-factly as he sat on his stool and crossed his arms. “You see the cage you were in when you first arrived is effective, but there is nothing invented today that will actually stop you from Cumming altogether. It is a common misconception that a chastity cage can stop an orgasm but you can still come around or through the device. By moving the cage up and down, or even from prostate stimulation, you could still have cum. It would have been possibly painful and overall unsatisfying but you would have ejaculated nonetheless, in a leaking squirting mess. We are taking that privilege from you Ryan, and today we are completing the process”.

I could only blink at him in complete shock. This was going to be a permanent change to my body???

“Do you know what a retrograde ejaculation is?” I shook my head that I did not. “Well it is something that happens to men in certain circumstances, where the testicles shoot their load but instead of it coming out through your cock, the muscles in your bladder do not close properly and the load is instead pushed into the bladder itself. Men with the condition will find their piss is a milky consistency, and that is because they are pissing out their own cum. It is fascinating to see! We have not attempted this before, but today will be attempting to replicate this condition in your own body. You will never come again, you will still have some of the sensation, reduced of course trapped away as you will be in a cock cage but your cock itself will be completely useless. You know that magnificent sensation as you unload into your partner or even on yourself with ropes of hot sticky cum, that sense of masculinity and release? Well not any more my dear boy!”

I was horrified!! Could they actually do this? I looked at my cock lying on my belly, distorted piss slit gaping and a shaft shrunken after weeks locked in chastity, and I could not formulate words, they were actually changing my body, and I would no longer have any cum… I had never wanted children, but now it would not be possible, I thought of the sense of relief and pleasure that shooting a load into a tight pussy had given me and felt tears running down my face. “Please”, I whispered, “please don’t do this to me, this can’t be undone…” I was of course, completely ignored.

Doctor washed his hands and came back to me holding three tools, a long slim torch light, a tool with a hollow flat head and an impossibly long pair of scissors. Doctor tried the scissors out in front of me and when he opened the handles, just the far end opened and closed; leaving the main part constantly closed. Taller checked my bindings to make sure I was not able to move and I realised that they were going to complete the procedure without putting me under. I screamed out “Please at least make me unconscious!! That is not going to fit into my cock, and I can’t!! I mean I won’t be able to, I mean please! This is surgery; you need to knock me out!!” Doctor motioned to Taller and the man shoved a thick leather gag bit into my mouth and tied if off behind my head, and I was not able to speak any longer. “You do realise Ryan that this is torture? You are being punished, so why would want to make this easier for you or attempt in any way to minimise your discomfort? Seems counterintuitive no?” He patted my thigh as he spoke and I could only violently shake my head side to side, abject panic showing in my eyes.

Nodding to Smaller, Doctor pushed his glasses back on this nose and took up the now lubricated scissors as Smaller handled the light. A screen on the wall flickered to to life and I saw my own gaping cock head in high definition as I realised the light was a camera as well. Together, Doctor on the scissors and Smaller on the light starting feeding the implements down into my cock. I screamed out behind my gag “Nhhhhgghg hhrrmmmmpph mmmmggh aarg!! MMGH MMGH MMGHHHMHMHMMH!!!!!” Yes my urethra had been slowly stretched, but it was nowhere near enough to fit both the items without waves of pain washing over me as the tools descended. I watched in horror as the screen showed the tip of the scissors slightly in front of the camera moving continuously down my shaft, the cold of the metal and pain letting my know every agonising millimetre they pushed forward. I tried to make myself pass out, I tried to hold my breath until I was no longer conscious, I tried screaming, I tried begging, but for all the impact it had; I might as well have not been in the room.  

Eventually the channel curved and I thought I might actually pass out as Smaller and Doctor changed direction distorting and pushing my cock sideways to continue the angle down into my body. I tried to move my body as I screamed and Doctor made a gesture to Taller and before I knew what was happening, I was blindfolded. This was to stop me pre-empting the pain and reacting, but with my sight gone it only emphasised my other sensations. If I thought it was painful before it was nothing to now. Instead of screaming, my throat closed and I heard myself was making a gurgling sound and a half moan, not able to even use my voice in the face of the agony I was in. Finally the movement stopped, and the tools stilled. After a moment’s pause and Doctor muttering “Where is it…” a few times, I felt a new and sharp pain deep in my groin and I cried out again. This repeated several times before there was the sense of movement again as I assume the scissors were removed.  Without a pause the third tool was pushed down into me to join the camera, the fat head scraping down the inside of my shaft over abused flesh where the scissors had already scratched the skin and the agony returned anew. It stopped and after a moment and murmured discussions by the men, there was a loud clicking sound, followed by a new more intense agony, I smelled burning flesh and finally, blissfully I blacked out.

I woke up in the elevator over Taller’s shoulder in a fireman’s carry. I didn’t dare move or let him know I was awake. He walked in my cell and dropped me to the floor, before walking away and slamming the door behind him. My groin throbbed and I curled up around myself in a too late attempt to protect myself. Aiden was actually in his cell this time and was surprisingly unbound. He reached his arms out to me and I managed to crawl over to him, but when he touched my arm, I gasped with new pain as my abused cock tried to harden, even in the new cage similar to the first version that had been put on my since I passed out. Eventually Aiden sat and stretched his long legs along his side of our shared the bars and I curled up again on my side, resting near him as he slowly patted my hair. I cried for what seemed like hours as he just stroked my hair. I tried to tell him what had happened, but he just shushed me and said “we saw”, and pointed at the big screens. My neighbour then added from my other side “The inside of your cock is beautiful Rabbit”, he then laughed manically before moving back into his cell and I heard him jacking off into the darkness. Aiden stroked my hair until I finally fell asleep.

I woke then next day in a panic, disoriented before I realised where I was. I sat up, waking Aiden who had fallen asleep curled towards me his forehead pressed against mine through our bars. Groggily he sat up, and asked me “How are you today? Are you feeling any better?” I just shook my head. The pain seemed to have levelled out, but I was just so defeated. “Aiden, they are doing things to my body. You saw what happened yesterday, and I don’t know what those injections are, but I am weaker in myself and Aiden, I won’t be able to cum ever again. They are changing me and I don’t know how I can keep myself sane”. I started to cry again “Aiden, can you please talk to me, tell me something, anything to help me forget, please Aiden help me, I can’t do this anymore.”

Aiden was silent for a long time before he said, “There is only one thing I know that will maybe give you some perspective and help you feel like I am down here in the muck and the gutter with you. Although you might hate me once you know… but I want to tell you why I am here.” I was not expecting this. I reached out to pull Aiden’s face to look at me, but he moved away slightly out of my reach and stared down at his own feet.

“His name was Chase”.

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Chase was bound up – again. So much of the past month was a blur of pain, humiliation, denial and loss. The loss of any control; even over his own body was now expected; loss of his independence, his trust, his dignity. He was tied with his back to a St Andrew’s cross, ankles and wrists so tightly bound that he worried there was not enough blood circulating to his extremities. He tried to stretch up and out, to alleviate some of the tension, but he knew it was useless. When he finally got out of here we wanted to be whole – at least physically. It would take time he knew before he would recover emotionally, but Chase was nothing if not resilient. He just had to wait and his opportunity would come.

Chase looked at the man that stood in front of him. He was tall, objectively handsome, with a two day growth the most piercing eyes he had ever seen. He had also been Chase’s friend, or at least he had thought so. Now he was just the sick twisted bastard consuming his life. Chase knew that today he would find out what was next on this sadists hit list, and it took all his self-control not to shout out all the blood curdling hatred he could at the man, spraying him with spit and venom, but he knew where that led, and he had learnt the lesson early on that aggression was only going to incite the man to inflict further torment. The man walked over to Chase slowly, and as he placed his hand on Chase’s cheek Chase managed not to pull away, although the man saw the slight flinch at the contact, and sighed, leaning his head forward to press his forehead against Chase’s own. “Why do you fight me my love? Just submit and this will be over.” Chase clenched his jaw and said nothing.

After a moment, the man leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Chase’s lips, after a moment his tongue slipping out slowly to taste Chase’s bottom lip, but Chase did not react, staying as still as stone. Finally, the man stepped away, turned his back to Chase, shoulders hunched and Chase saw him take several deep breaths before he straightened his shoulders and turned back to Chase, smiling, although it did not reach his eyes. 

“Orgasms”, the man started, his voice coming out in a low purr, “are fascinating. I have seen men go through extreme pain play sessions, their cocks and balls stretched to the limits and they don’t break. A man can be whipped, strapped and beaten to within an inch of sanity, but try to polish a man’s cock after an orgasm and you will see his use his safe word and tap out within 20 seconds. How is stimulation so much less bearable than pain? We will test this my love and I am hoping this will be the breakthrough we need.”

He walked to his toy area and came back with a vibrating wand and a bottle of lube, which he placed on the table near Chase’s side. He rolled up his sleeves as he continued to talk. “This time though, I will give you some control and we will use safe words. I thought ‘passion’ could be our word, what do you think?” Chase just stared at him. “So when you feel that you just can not take it anymore, just say ‘Passion’ and I will stop. But be warned, if you say it, you will regret it later, but I will stop our play session for this evening. We have four hours to enjoy each other, do you understand?”

“Yes sir” Chase said, still staring straight at his eyes, saying the words he must, but by staring into the man’s eyes knowingly breaking a rule implemented in the early days. 

The man pulled over a stool, and sat, settling down for the duration. Applying a generous amount of lube to his hands, he also dripped some directly on to Chase’s very soft cock before taking his shaft into his hand. Slowly he moved one hand upwards, twisting his wrist up and over the head of Chase’s cock, while the second hand immediately followed, creating an unending cycle of stimulation as his rough hands glided over Chase’s cock. “Another funny thing to note,” he continued with Chase’s ‘education’, “A cock has the same amount of nerves and receptors when soft as when hard. It is a common misconception that a soft cock has decreased sensitivity but that is what we have been trained to think, a soft cock can even be brought to orgasm under the right conditions, however I don’t think we will have that issue will be my love?” Despite himself, Chase felt his cock swell under the man’s attention. He had not cum in a month and knew that there was no way to hold back his erection, even under the ministrations of a man he hated. His body would betray him as it had done uncountable times. The hands continued their travels, each time the man’s palm reach his head, he twisted it, running his palm across the mushroom head, even as the next hand began the same journey. Chase laid his head back and moaned long and low, “Mmmmmmmmmmmmgh...” it would not be long now. His cock was hard and straight and the man continued his stroking as Chase closed his eyes trying to escape to somewhere better. He was at home, sitting on the couch, while Jess, his girlfriend of two years slowly stroked him as the watched TV after a long day, her body curled up into his side as he gently massaged her neck with one hand behind her sounders. It was a low key and domestic memory and Chase missed the comfort and familiarity of that moment.

After too short a time, Chase opened his eyes as he felt his balls tensing underneath him and without much in the way of warning, shot three strong ropes off cum forward, the first hitting the tip of the man’s shoe, the rest captured in his hands. Thank God! Chase thought, he had been denied relief for weeks and as his body shuddered through its release he relaxed back onto the cross, breathing deeply. The man though just smiled, his hands continuing their twisting and stimulation on Chase’s highly sensitive cock. Chase tried to twist away, the sensation of the man’s hands on him too much, but the man just moved with him, continuing the attention. Chase gritted and bared his teeth, still trying to move away from the hands. The sensation of the hands was overwhelming him now as the nerves in the head of his cock screamed out for relief. He started to cry out as he tried to still then twist away his body away suddenly hoping to surprise the man with his thrashing. “Please stop!” he cried out “Too much!! Let me go you bastard!!” he even let out a laugh at one point, coming out of his throat like a hiccup, completely involuntary. His body twisted and curved around itself as he desperately tried to escape. After a short moment as Chase cried out and tried to twist away, the man changed his grip, standing and pushing his body up and into Chase’s. He held his shaft firm in one hand, the pressure moving Chase back against the cross and stopping his twisting, the grip removing even the possibility of movement! With the second hand the man placed his palm over the cock head and started to move his rough palm across the head of Chase’s cock in fast circular motions, focusing all the movement to the abused cock head.

The change in position offered just a moment of relief, but then this new action created even more friction on his mushroom cock head and after just a few seconds of the abuse Chase did the one thing he thought he would never do. “PASSION!!!! He screamed! “PASSSION PASSION PASSION OH MY GOD PLEASE PASSSSSSSIONNN!!” the man moved forward close to Chase, pressing his nose into Chase’s throat even as he screamed out, his movements unceasing and continuous. The now blubbering man’s words only incentivising him to continue his ministrations, and they had hours of play still to come.”

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Aiden would not look at me as he told me of the young man that brought sandwiches into his office every day. “He was 22, straight as an arrow and beautiful. He had this laugh that brought sunshine into the office. He was medium height and lean, but not skinny; more stretched out like a dancer. He had this gorgeous soft brown hair that he pulled back into a loose bun and I knew form the moment I saw him that I needed to run my hands through it, that I needed him to be mine. I tried flirting, but he was not interested, so I did the next best thing; I assimilated myself into his life and became his friend, but even early on I was planning on taking him.”

Aiden continued on with his tale, staring down at his feet, “Whilst never an active participant, I had watched a lot of porn and read many storied of forced/coercion BDSM and ‘turning out’ young men, so thought I knew what was need to turn this gorgeous man into my own beautiful submissive. I imagined Chase living with me, waiting at home for me when I finished up at the office. He would serve me dinner and ask about my day, we would laugh at the office shenanigans and after we ate and cleaned up together I would bend him over our oak wood table and I would and take his sweet ass, claiming him as mine again and again. Chase was my dream”.

I stayed silent as Aiden spoke. I knew he had to have done something awful to be here and I knew my own story of woe was in a league of its own, so I kept still as Aiden slowly continued his tale. He still hadn’t looked at me.

“I researched everything about Chase, I found out where he lived, where he went to the gym, where he would fuck his girlfriend and how often. Over six months we became friends and as he shared his dreams and life with me, I just planned everything to absorb this man into my own life that would be perfect once he was in it. He joked I always ordered the same turkey and cranberry on rye sandwiches, and we spoke about his life and bonded over his soccer team, which was obviously now my soccer team. I sold my apartment, and bought a property out of town, the lack of neighbours offering me the space and solitude for Chase’s transformation once I had him. Finally I was ready and dropped into one of our conversations that I was looking at getting a tattoo. Chase was immediately thrilled, and told me he was an amateur tattoo artist himself (which of course I already knew) and he proudly showed me some of the art on his torso that he had designed, although his friend has completed the actual work. If I had any doubts before that moment, the sight of his bare torso removed them completely. He was perfection. My mouth filled with saliva and my cock pushed against my pants just at the sight of him. We agreed to meet at his apartment that very night and with a few beers in hand, we planned my first tattoo. It would be a wolf on the back of my right hip and would then curl around my torso and eventually culminate in full moon and mountain scape under my right pectoral. The design agreed, Chase unpacked his kit and started the tattoo. He took a piss break after about two hours and I took the opportunity to slip what I needed into his drink. When Chase returned, it was only 20 minutes before he passed out and I was able to take him out through the back and into the stolen car I had procured for just that one night.”

I had moved back from Aiden despite myself at this stage. This man who was my only lifeline here was just as bad as our captors. As his crimes continued to tumble from his mouth, I felt more alone that I had since my capture. Aiden spoke about explaining to Chase once he awoke that he loved him and wanted them to make a life together, that even though he currently considered himself to be straight, if he gave them a chance and realised that pleasure was pleasure, it would not matter that he was a man. “I knew that if I could just get him to see how good we were together it would be OK. He was so mad at me, he ranted and raved and spat his venom at me. So I started his training, thinking myself the master, even without any hands on experience; all the literature I had read explained that intensive training of a submissive would take a few weeks a month at most, so in my basement I worked over Chase.” Aiden was becoming desperate now shaking his head back and forth, but still not looking at me. “I did everything I should, bondage, pain, pleasure, reward; I knew I had to break him down to build him back up so I did.”

“After a month, he has still so resistant. He regularly told me I was disgusting, that he would never love me, that I was sick and when he got free I would be locked up for the rest of my life. I explained to him the notes I had left for his girlfriend and family; of his free trip take-it-now-or-lose-it trip to Greece, the boat accident and that the world thought he was dead. I tried to console him as he felt the loss of his old life and help him through, but he wouldn’t even let me touch him without flinching, he cried and ranted and I just could not break him.”

“After a full month I had to mix things up – I knew HOW to make a submissive, but maybe it was just not long enough. So I focused on a particular technique for a month before moving on. For a month I whipped and flogged him every day, the three tailed, the single, the paddle… all without mercy, although it broke my heart to see him in pain. Then after each session I gently rubbed balm into his skin savouring the touch and trying to push all my love into looking after him, but still he refused to submit to me. After a month I tied him up, bound him by chains, or twine, or rope, or leathers and silks; sometimes to the bed, to the ceiling, even to himself. When his muscles screamed and he cried I gave him the tenderest after care possible, but still he refused to submit to me. Then I spent a month edging him, I would bring him to the edge of an orgasm with vibrators, cock sleeves, dildos, my hands and even my mouth and just before he came I would stop. Hearing him cry out to me to allow him to come was incredibly powerful, but one he calmed down, he always reverted back and refused me again, and again. He used to scream at me to let him cum, and I knew that controlling his orgasm was key to controlling his mind so for an entire month I would edge him for hours every day. I would wake up, edge him for a few hours, and then go to work. When I came home, we would have more training until bed time. But still, STILL he refused me. After that it was post orgasm torture for a month and glans stimulation for a month, and after that…” He trailed off.

Aiden finally looked at me, but looked away as soon as our eyes met. “I lied to you Ryan when I told you I knew from my body clock how long I have been here”. He sighed deeply, “I have been here two years and 364 days. For every month I kept Chase in my basement, they are replicating my treatment. One month for Chase, and one year for me. For my first year in the Facility, it was random amateur BDSM with a bit everything thrown in for good measure without any of the tenderness and aftercare of course. This is for the first month I tried to break him. The 2nd year I was whipped and beaten to within an inch of my life every day. Never enough to scar, but my entire body was fair game. For the last 12 months they have kept me tied and bound and restrained just like Chase was for his third month. And tomorrow I have been told the next stage starts. I will be edged for hours and hour every day, unable to come or touch myself in between”.

Aiden shuddered before looking over at me again, this time meeting my eyes. “I promise I never raped him Ryan I wanted him to want me, to choose to be with me, it should have worked!” rising up on his knees and turning his body towards me to and gripping two bars in his hands.  His eyes pleading he looked at me, seeking some sort of absolution I supposed. I took as few breaths before I had the courage to speak to him.

“How… how long did you keep Chase locked up Aiden?” He whispered back his answer this time but did not look away from me “11 months and 24 days. He just wouldn’t break, until the end…”

What happened?” I asked? Aiden sighed.

“I won.  Sensory deprivation broke him in the end. I had bought a contraption called a Vac Bed, and I sealed him in it, I inserted a feeding tube down his throat, and a catheter and anal plug/tube to take away his waste and for a whole month I left him there. No communication, no contact, just trapped in his own mind and the darkness. He stopped trying to break out after a few days. He would then try talking to me; in fact beg me to talk with him, to touch him, to give him any sense of time passing or reality, and that level of control was… intoxicating. After three weeks he was quiet. When the month was done, I let him down and he collapsed into my arms. He hugged me, thanking him for releasing him, kissing my face and touching me, revelling again in the human contact I offered.”

“After that, he became exactly what I had wanted. He cooked my food, cleaned my house and sat at my feet in the evenings to watch TV. He would have let me fuck him too if I had asked it, although I found my taste for it was gone. The problem I had now was that the Chase in my dream was not the Chase in front of me. The young man I loved was gone. This Chase did not laugh, did not fight, his eyes no longer sparkled. He was a husk of a person, yes; completely submissive, but dead inside. I started leaving the door unlocked when I went out, and then open entirely, hoping he would run and I would finally be free of his dead eyes, but he was always still there when I got home.”

I was almost too afraid to ask “what happened after 24 more days?”  

Aiden just shook his head, unwilling to confirm. He took in the horrified look I could not supress before he twisted around to sit against the wall, his head between his hands “I suppose I have taken your mind off your cock right?” his scoffed at his own comment.

Speaking quietly he continued, “I know how sick I was Ryan, I have dedicated the last 10 years of my life working with the city’s homeless in an attempt to atone. I was a sick man, completely locked in my own loneliness and desire. I have learnt far too late that submission can not be forced; submission is a gift and it is the submissive that holds the power; giving the dominant partner the control. What I did was not kink or BDSM; it was my own ego-driven self-delusion. It took years of therapy to realise how troubled I really was”.

I felt the bars hit my back as I realised I backed as far away from Aiden as possible. “I don’t know what to say Aiden; you really do deserve to be at the Facility.”

Aiden was sobbing now, his shoulders shaking as he put he his hands around his head as if trying to keep something in, or out of his own mind “I know” he whispered.

After a few moments he looked up at me with his tear streaked face to continue his plea but instead of saying anything his eyes widened into saucers. “Ryan… don’t move. Come back over to me please”. I shook my head “I need some time to process this Aiden, I am not a saint but this is very dark, I can’t just pretend that nothing has changed… this is so much to take in…” Ryan stood quickly and gripped the bars between us, “Ryan just stop! COME HERE NOW!” Aiden actually yelled his eyes wild and I glanced over to the red door, terrified his shout would bring the guards.

At that moment I felt an arm come across my neck and another quickly snake across my belly, pinning me back against the bars behind me. I smelt fetid breath on my neck as I heard the phrase that stopped me cold “mmmmm hello Rabbit…”