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Alex woke up with a sudden gasp.

He felt very fuzzy in the head…almost hungover. His body felt exaughsted and his limbs were sore. He went to stand up but found himself fully secured to a metal chair was steel wrist restraints on his wrists and ankles. The only clothing on his body was a pair of shorts. He felt some discomfort in his private area but had no idea what it could be. Alex was starting to realize he not only didn’t know where he was…he could not remember literally anything. One strange thing that stuck out to him was how ridiculously horny he felt. It was something that hit him immediately and felt distracting and frustrating.

The steel restraints on his wrists and ankles suddenly sprung unlocked, freeing Alex from the chair. As he stood up he tried to keep his balance. He looked around. The only things in this room were the chair and a flat screen tv sitting on a stand in front of it. Their was no windows. Alex turned around and saw the door. Alex exited the room and found that he seemed to be upstairs in a completely normal looking looking house. As he went downstairs he saw several interesting pictures framed on the walls. The men were all seen posing in what looked like fetish gear. Men decked out in bdsm/leather gear smoking cigars, furries and pups, lots of fit men taking group photos in skin tight rubber suits. A lot of these pictures seemed to be in some sort of club. The next interesting thing Alex noticed was a calender on the kitchen fridge. It appeared to be October and every day of the week from the 1st to the 30th had an X through it. So it is the 31st? Alex thought.

Alex heard what sounded like faint chatter and pulled the curtain over above the kitchen sink.

“Ahhhh!!!” Alex screamed, jumping back startled.

A group of guys were visible right outside of the window peering in and smiling excitingly at him. They looked amused at his confusion and fear. “What the fuck is going on?! What are yoy guys looking at?!” Alex yelled at them. He got no response only continued amusement and laughter.

Alex saw the door to exit the house and stormed out. His jaw dropped upon stepping out into the daylight. He appeared to be in a very small perfect looking little village. Perfect grass, sidewalks, and roads. Everything seemed so….artifical looking about it to him. The scariest part though, all around Alex were even more men. Some standing with their hands in their pockets watching intently, some grinning and filming or taking pictures on their phones, others joking and around in groups and yelling things at him. He was to overwhelmed to even focus on what they were saying. Their were dozens upon dozens of them.

“What the fuck do you guys want!??? Answer me freaks!!”

His anger only seemed to make them happier. Alex continued yelling until he was red in the face and his vains and muscles popping our. Alex set his sights on one man and proceeded to charge in his direction with his fists balled up. He was ready to fight. Suddenly he heard a whistle sound. He felt his entire body stiffen up. He was completely locked into his own body. A living statue. He saw a very large beefy man dressed like a medieval executioner approaching him. He had the hood and all so Alex could not see who he was. Alex was terrified. His heart raced not knowing what to expect.

The man lifted Alex like it was nothing and carried him over to what looked like a stockade set up in the middle of the town. One was just a normal stockade with a hole for the head and two for your hands. The other was one that seemed to be just for securing your ankles that had a seat with a backing attached to secure the arms about your head. The “executioner” secured Alex to the first stockade. The executioner pulled out a whistle and blew on it. Alex could finally move again. The only issue being that he was now locked in the stock. The executioner pulled out a large black paddle. He walked over to the back of Alex and yanked his shorts down revealing his bare bum.

SMACK

Alex let out a loud yelp as the man cracked the paddle on his bare ass very hard.

He walked back in front of Alex and pulled out a role of tape. He sealed Alex’s mouth shut and then grabbed a megaphone to address the crowd. His voice was deep, serious, and booming. Just as intimidating and scary as he looked.

“OKAY IT IS TIME FOR YOU ALL TO HAVE SOME FUN HERE AT STATION 1. REMEMNBER SPANKING ONLY.”

The crowd of men began to circle in tighter. One man raced to scoop up the paddle the executioner used before another could.

“Don’t mind if I give this a try!” He said excitingly.

Smack after smack Alex yelped as the man kept swinging the paddle at his ass.

All of the men cheered.

“OK ok stop hogging!” Another man protested.

The man doing the spaking passed on the paddle to another. This went on for what felt like a half hour. A few men stepped up preferring to use their bare hands. The worst was when a man pulled a pinwheel put of his pocket and ran it all along Alex’s very raw butt cheeks. Finally the executioner ordered everyone step away. He pulled out his whistle and gave a blow. Once again Alex was frozen in place. Could not speak, move, let alone groan or make any type of noise at all. While frozen Alex was moved to the next stockade. His bare soles sticking out of the holes his angles were locked. His arms secured above his head. The whistle was blown and Alex was unfrozen.

The megaphone was picked up again.

“PART 2 OF STATION 1. TICKLING ONLY.”

A display of feathers and brushes was set next to Alex.

The men one again circled in.

Some men sat in the grass and used the brushes to aggressively scrub Alex’s soles with them. Alex could only laugh his muffled laugh and try to scream for mercy through his gag any moment he was lucky to catch his breathe. His pits were very bad. One man on each side of him dug in hard.

“Mmmmm! Hahhmmmmmm!” Alex protested through his sealed mouth.

“Sorry mate, we can’t quite understand you” one of the men said, earning some laughs.

One man was dedicated to being as subtly irritating as possible. He used a feather and just lightly trailed in around Alex’s ear, nose, neck ect. Alex honestly wanted to break out and hit him…and then all the rest. Sweat was beginning to pour off of Alex. It was getting harder and harder to breathe woth how hard he was laughing and how hard it was to only take in air through his nose at the same time. He started to actually panic that he might lose consciousness soon. Thankfully a half hour had gone bye and all of the men were finally stopped and backed away. The executioner unlocked the stocks. He didn’t even freeze Alex in place. Alex pulled up his shorts and his eyes began to dart around looking for an exit. The executioner meanwhile wasn’t even paying attention to him, he was packing up all of the tools he had used.

“Hey! Follow us! We’re here to help!”

Alex turned to see 2 guys standing a bit separate from the other clusters of men all around. Both around his age, 25 or 26. Alex ran with them.

The crowd slowly walked in their direction but didn’t chase. They kept their distance quite a bit actually. The 2 guys led Alex into one of the buildings in this “town”. Inside it looked like an empty bar.

“Who are you guys? What is going on?” Alex asked.

“I’m Felix, this is my partner Oliver”.

Felix was pretty fit. He was bald and tattoo’d up with a goatee. Oliver had more of a handsome hipster vibe going. Clean cut short brown hair. Glasses. Tight clothes. They seemed very kind and approachable. Alex felt comfortable with them.

“We have no idea what is happening either. It seems like all of these people are brainwashed. We have been looking for other people who don’t seem under control. We’re lucky we stumbled upon you.” Oliver said.

“We need to get you something to eat from out stash bro!” Felix chimed in.

Felix brought out a bunch of warm food. Chicken, steamed veggies, a protein shake, apple, water bottle.

“Gotta keep your energy up man”

“Thank you” Alex said as he dug in.

Alex looked around as he ate. He noticed some pictures on the walls of the bar that made him raise an eyebrow. It looked like the remains of a burnt down building. Other pictures had ambulances and people being treated for injuries and carried out on stretchers. This all felt very familiar to him…like it was all at the tip of his tounge but he just could not get it.

Felix approached, “were going to go search for more food and possibly check other areas for more people, yoy okay staying here?”

“Uhmm..sure. yeah I guess.” Alex said.

Alex sat in silence for what felt like an hour before he heard that dreadful noise again. The whistle noise. He felt his body lock up. Two men rushed in. They were covered head to toe in skin tight red and blue rubber suits. They lifted Alex over to what looked like a pool table that had some sort of vac bed fitted onto it. Alex’s shorts were pulled off and he was layed inside the vac bed on the pool table. His legs specifically stretched to each side so a V shape was formed. He heard one of the rubber men turn on a vacuum sounding machine and soon the vac bed began to encase him completely. It was so tight that it might as well of replaced his skin. The only part open was two small holes poked where his nostrils were so he could breathe.

The blue rubber man opened up the double doors of the bar and more of the previous crowd began to filter into the room. The whistle was blown to unlock Alex’s body but it was not like it mattered. He was not going anywhere.

“STATION 2. CBT AND TIT PLAY ONLY”

The red rubber man announced from a megaphone.

A few men set a hard round ball at the end of the table and proceeded to set up their aim with the pool sticks. They were looking to take shots at Alex’s perfectly pronounced large balls.

Alex groaned in pain everytime the ball would shoot up the table and bounce back to them men off of his balls.

Other guys thought it would be fun to rub Alex’s nipples through the vac bed until they became to sentiment and unbearable to touch….and then they just kept going. When they were done they swirled ice cubes around his nipples.

“Mmmmmphhh!” Alex could only moan as protest.

When the men got bored playing pool as an excuse to target Alex’s ball sack they moved onto other ways to torment him. One man leaned over the table and began flicking Alex’s balls. Another was handed so sort of small electric wand he used to give little shocks to Alex’s testicle. The man set it right where the tip of Alex’s cockhead was. Alex squealed and tried to get no. The man grinned. He made the long anticipation torture before finally giving a nasty shot right to the tip of Alex dick. They guys all laughed when Alex yelped in pain. Finally the whistle was blown. While in his frozen state Alex felt the guys peeling him out of the vac bed. The two rubber men carried him, one holding his arms and the other his legs. They went a few buildings down.

The new building seemed to be a single floor gym. Like one yoy would find in a school. In the center was a cube with holes on each end. Alex was placed in the cube. His head popped out of the hole in the top. His head seemed to be inside of a large empty fish bowl installed at the top of the cube. His arms were stretched out and restrained sticking out of the 2 holes on the side. The rubber men left the room.

“Where the fuck are Oliver and Felix! Why are these people doing this to me!” Alex thought. His cock throbbed in the cage it was locked in. Alex could not understand how he seemed to be attempting to get hard. He was infuriated and as a straight man, he was not into anything he had been being subdued to at all. Into the gym a happy go lucky middle aged man walked in. He looked like some sort of coach. Tube socks, a hat, old letter jacket ect. Very “Ted lasso” looking. He led the group of spectators into the large gym.

“Welcome to humiliation station Boys! I already told y’all what were going to be doing with our friend here so let’s just jump right in!”

The Coach blew the whistle around his neck and a good handful of the men started to close in on Alex.

The Coach and all the men began slipping off their sneakers. Next they peeled off their socks.

“Enjoy yourself my friend, this is what happens when you find yourself stuck in my cube” the Coach said, stuffing his long tube socks into the fish bowl with Alex’s head.

“Aghhh! Let me out now!” Alex yelled.

More and more socks were being dropped into the fish bowl from the other guys. Tube socks, athletic socks, dress socks, you name it. Soon the bowl was completely filled to the brim. Alex could only breathe in the various scents.

“No point trying to turn your head in any direction. You just have to take it” The coach said.

The front of the cube had a small door. One of the guys opened it and sqeezed him self in with the lower half of Alex’s body. Another guy helped shut it. Alex could not see the man inside the box but could feel him maneuvering around to position himself behind him. The man in the box grabbed onto Alex’s underwear, twisted it around his fist and began to slowly pull it tight in the direction of the roof of the cube.

Alex yelped as he began receiving his wedgie.

“Aggh stop I swear to fucking god!”

The other men laughed and also expressed curiosity as to what the man in the cube was doing to Alex.

A new man approached the cube. He stuck both of his fingers into his mouth and swirled them around. Next the man lowered his hands into the bowl. He had to push past many socks until he found Alex’s ears. He jammed a finger into each one and began to swim them around. While this was going on the man in the cube was nearing pulling Alex’s underwear all the way to the roof of the cube.

Alex screamed. The man giving the wet willy took one hand and promptly stuffed a couple socks into Alex’s mouth before going back to playing with his ears. The man in the cube finally tapped the underwear to the roof.

“Haha Yes! Got it!” He yelled, very proud of himself. He gave Alex’s nipples both one big twist before squeezing his way out of the box.

The other man behind Alex backed off as well.

Coach blew his whistle freezing Alex again as he released Alex from his confinement cube. Alex was sat upright on the ground. Coach leaned down down fixed Alex’s mouth wide open. He stuffed his fingers in Alex’s mouth and pulled Alex’s tounge out as far as it would go. Alex felt very silly just being stuck in place sitting on the floor with his tounge out all doopy like. A chair was set right in front of him.

“Alright Nick, as the winner of our special drawing earlier you win the tounge bath of the day today. Step right on up sir!” Coach said.

A fit younge man stepped up. He was wearing tight running shoes, compression shorts, a tight workout shirt. He seemed to be a runner.

“Thanks Coach, don’t mind if I do!”

Nick sat in front of Alex. He had a mischievous smirk on his face.

“I don’t like wearing socks. Just thought I should let you know” nick said with a wink.

He kicked his sneakers off and slowly engulfed Alex’s face with his left foot starting heel and toes until it was firmly planted. He then slowly brought it down Alex’s face until it was gliding down his tounge.

Alex wanted to barf. He hated feet! Nick used his other foot to rub Alex’s chastity nub through his shorts. Alex was so disgusted yet once again confused at how much he felt himself wanting to be unlocked and shoot. How long had he bad his cock caged like this??? Coach finally told Nick his time was up. Nick slipped his shoes back on and walked back with the rest of the crowd.

Alex was surprised when Coach blew the whistle. He hopped up immediately.

“None of you freaks fucking come near me!”

Everyone just laughed and looked entertained.

“Alex! This way!” A voice from the other end of the gym said. Alex spun around and saw Oliver.

“Follow me!”

Alex ran to him and they exited the gym out of the double doors on the other end.

“Where is Felix?” Alex asked.

“He found a way out of this place. More survivors! We found a secret passage in one of the stores.”

After quite a bit of running Alex and Oliver found themselves in front of an abandoned supermarket.

“Their are a few more people I found that I promised I would come back for. Go in and go all the way to the back. You’ll see a door. When you do in you’ll be reunited with Felix and the others. I’ll be back!” Oliver said before parting ways with Alex.

Alex walked inside. It was a normal supermarket…just eerily empty. He slowly made his way through the back of the store and saw the 2 double doors. He pushed both open.

“Huh…?” Alex looked around. A completely empty room other than a few large wooden crates. The only peculiar part of the room was the entire wall on the opposite end seemed to be a curtain. Like one at a Broadway stage show.

Slowly he kept walking forward.

“H..hello? Is anybody here??? Felix?!”

“Ahhh!” Alex screamed as all 3 crates flew open.

The executioner, the red rubber man, and the Coach all popped out of them.

Alex went to run through the doors he came in but the blue rubber man emerged.

Alex slowly backed up as then men slowly kept creeping towards him.

“Stop! Get back! I swear I will hurt you guys if you touch me!”

The men were only inches from Alex before a frightened Alex fell backthrough the curtain on the other end of the room.

Clapping. Lots and lots or loud clapping. Bright stage lights were fixed on him. Alex sat on the ground of the stage he found himself on. He was facing an auditorium full of 50 or more people. All clapping and whistling like the just witnessed a great show.

Alex was like a deer in headlights. He had never been so confused. The curtain behind him raised and his four attackers all walked out hand in hand. They raised their hands in the air together as the cheers got louder before letting them down and giving a bow for the audience. A man walked onto the stage from the side with a headset microphone on.He seemed to be middle aged. Bright white smile. Slick dark hair. Very handsome. “Let’s give it up one more time for our performers! Owen the executioner!”

The executioner took off his mask. He was an older bear type. He looked very friendly and approachable which surprised Alex. The others hugged and patted him on the back.

“Our rubber men Felix and Oliver!”

The rubber men removed their masks. Alex was in shock and felt very betrayed. They hugged each other as their peers cheered them on. “And lastly Brian! Or as you all knew him…Coach!”

Lots of cheering and whistles from the audience. He his fived all of his on stage partners.

Alex was so overwhelmed and confused he had no time to react. The guys on stage grabbed him from behind and held him in place.

A very built man with the words “Security” written on the back and front of his shirt brought out a metal restraint chair. It was just like the one Alex had woken up in earlier in the day. The guys secured him to the chair and all exited the stage except for the man with speaking on the mic.

“And now for the final event of the day! But first let’s give our poor friend Alex a refreshed here on what has been going on.”

He wheeled out a large tv. Alex couldn’t help but notice a key around the man’s neck. Could that be the key to my chastity cage? He thought.

The man dimmed the lights and played the video he had on screen.

The video shows several men escaping from a burning building that is falling apart. Another scene shows many men in distress some are getting help from medics and being treated for injuries and burns. It cuts to a mugshot on screen of Alex. A voice over begins. “Alex Payne arrested and convicted for the arson, destructions of property, and the attempted endangerment of many innocent civilians at the ‘White bear’ gay club. Alex was captured after being shown on surveillance camera torching the building with many still inside. During his trial he begged the judge for any other sentence other than prison. “We’ve linked you to man other arson incedents. You’re a serial arsonist and a danger to society. You also made a choice to torch a ga club specifically which you admitted was a targeted choice during the trial” The judge said. The judge had a very surprising offer….Alex would become the first attraction at the new “Justice Park”. A creative and alternative format of sentencing to prison or probation. At the justice park, spectators can pay to watch or participate in serving justice upon criminals deemed lucky…or unlucky enough to be selected. The justice will come in the form of many different kinks which will be facilitated by actors/experts in said kinks. Alex not only agreed, but PLEADED to be accepted into this program. The justice park will tailor make a punishment that they find fitting.” The next portion of the video showed Alex being sat down in the room he woke up in. He was in the same metal chair he was bolted to right now. A middle aged man came in. He wore a badge around his neck indicating he worked at the park. His gray shirt had a large black swirl on it. He was very enthusiastic as he spoke. “Hello Alex! My name is Mr.Mind. I’m a trained hypnotist for 20 years now. So I understand you chose to sign up for this program as part of a court order…well no worries I’m not here to judge. Just want to make sure everything runs smoothly for me, you, and everyone else involved.” He said with a gentle smile, putting his hand on Alex’s knee as if to comfort him. “Have you ever been hypnotized Alex?” “N…no sir..” “OK that’s fine. Don’t worry I will guide you through it. I want you to relax and completely focus on my voice and only my voice. When I tap your forehead everything I say you will follow. Anything I tell you to feel you will feel.” Alex already found himself feeling very sleepy as he sat with his eyes shut. Mr.Mind gave his forehead a tap. Alex suddenly got lost in his voice. “Now I understand you are straight. When you are here in the grounds of the park though you will feel turned on by the site of any guys you see, you will feel turned on by their touch, no matter how much it angers or disgusts you, your dick will still find itself becoming very hard..Very aroused even if the rest of you hates it. The next trigger I’m going to instill in you is a freeze command.” Alex heard Mr.Mind blow a whistle. “When you hear this whistle blow you will find yourself completely frozen in place like a statue. You will still be able to see, hear, taste, and feel but you won’t be able to move, make noise, or speak in anyway. You will be stiff and ridged. The only thing that can bring you out of this frozen state is hearing the whistle again. It can freeze and unfreeze you. To my understanding they have set up a series of stations for you. One run by a different actor. A tickling & spanking station, a cbt station, a foot & humiliation station, and an edging-cumcontrol station. At the end of each day you will be meeting back in this room with me and I will be wiping your mind. When I snap my fingers you will forget everything that happened each day. You will know something happened and you will feel all of the affects but you will not know exactly what until the end of each day where it is all explained to you all over again. With each passing day you will also only become more and more horny. We will be keeping you locked in a chastity cage. The last station of each day is the edging one where you will be unlocked and edged to the brink…but you will not cum and you will be relocked by the end. So Alex….were going to start our first day.”

Mr.Mind walked to the door of the room. He gave a snap of his fingers before the door closed completely.

Alex noticed on the screen the date of the tape recording was 10/1. He was horrified. What on earth did he agree to. Everyday facing the worst tickling, spanking, ball torment, feet…being edged to the brink everyday only to end up locked. And then it all resets…with him only getting more worn out, horny and frustrated.

The tape was shut off and the TV wheeled out.

The man with the headset turned and smiled triumphantly at Alex.

“Now for the final station of the day which is mine. The edging station! As those of you who are regulars know…I have been keeping our friend Alex on edge everyday this whole month for what I like to call “Locktober”” he said with a wink.

“Being that it is the final day, we arranged today to end in a special way. We are finally gonna let Alex cum! But don’t worry…this won’t really be for his enjoyment, and you’ll see what I mean soon…”

The man pulled up a small stool and set it between Alex’s legs and proceeded to pull down his shorts. He took the key from around his neck and unlocked Alex’s chastity device. Alex saw his name tag just read “Mr.Hands”.

Alex’s cock imminently sprung up rock hard. A string of pre-cum went from the tip right to the seat of the chair. “Incredible..” said Mr.Hands.

Alex noticed that his dick was being projected onto a big screen above them so the audience had a close up.

Mr.Hands began a slow stroke of his shift.

“Close…close…” Alex said.

“We have to be extra careful…we have a whole month’s worth of cum in here” said Mr.Hand.

His hands were so soft and slick.

He began to focus on the head with one hand while slowly stroking the shift with the other. Alex began to squirm in his seat. His cockhead was far to sensitive. When Mr.Habd stopped and very small stream of precum spilled out.

Mr.Hand caught it in his palm.

“Perfect…more lube.”

He continued to edge the hard cock. Occasionally focusing just on the head.

“Please let me cum. I want this to be over so bad! I can’t go another day without shooting. I can feel it! It’s physically impossible!”

Alex heard the audience chuckling as he started to form actual tears in his eyes.

“No can do sir” Mr.Hands replied with a cocky smirk.

The edging proceeded. You could tell just how well Mr.Hands had gotten to know Alex’s cock over the month. Sometimes he knew right when to stop before Alex had even opened his mouth to beg to shoot.

The edging went on for exactly an hour. Alex went from more desperate please to shoot to basically speaking gibberish.

“OK Alex. You are free to cum whenever you would like. Those of you in the audience you bought the all access tickets please form a line at the side of the stage” Mr.Hands said calmly.

Alex was confused. Why would a couple dozen audience members be lining up? He saw as they got out of their seats grinning and rubbing their hands together. They looked so excited.

Mr.Hands started very slow and proceeded to pick up the pace stroking the shaft up to the head. He used his other hands to cup the balls and pull them outward. “Ahhhhh! Fuck ahhhh!”

Alex practically passed cum. He erupted into an almost violent orgasm. His cum flew all over Mr.Handa outfit. It looked like he had been sprayed a few times by a bottle of milk. Alex’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. His legs shook. It was like he was having an out of body experience or an exorcism. The cum just kept flying and Mr.Hands just kept stroking.

“Absolutely fucking incredible. Just amazing. All of my hard work had definetly payed off. This was very much worth the wait” Mr.Hands said as he continued to stroke the remaining cum that was not starting to slow down to just a few spurts.

The audience erupted into cheering. A standing ovation.

Then….Alex’s heart sank.

Mr.Hands pulled out a whistle from his pocket and gave it a blow.

Alex found himself frozen.

“Even if you weren’t bound right now you couldn’t stop what is about to happen to you right now.” He said. “All right boys, remember, 1 minuet each.”

The first guy in line sped walk over. He didn’t want to waste any of his time. He lubed his hands and began stroking and polishing Alex’s cockhead. If Alex could have screamed he would have probably destroyed their eardrums or shattered his vocal cords.

“I know you are just going nuts in there aren’t you? I bet you wanna hurt me so bad?” The man said with a devilish smirk and he stared Alex right in the eyes, continuing to polish his knob.

The man moved on and another man very quickly picked up where he left off. They didn’t even want him to have a few seconds of a break. The man slowly and repeatedly glided his palm over Alex’s cockead.

“This was so fucking worth it. I am so glad I came” He said.

He moved on and another man stepped in and took his place.

Alex felt like he was gonna pass out but his body wouldn’t let him. Not being able to even squirm intensified the experience because it was all his body could focus on.

Alex began to pass because the sensitivity had became to much for him….yet the guy just kept polishing him through it. He chuckled as he rubbed the head through little sprays or pee.

Alex’s stomach turned as he saw their were over 20 people eagerly waiting in line.

Eventually it was all over. Alex sat very still in his chair. Tears had streamed down his face but otherwise he looked completely peaceful. You wouldn’t think internally his nerves were shot and he had just experienced the overwhelming sensations he had.

Four men who all had “Security” on their shirts lifted his chair and began to walk him back to the house he had woken up in.

Mr.Mind walked in with a freshly cleaed chastity device and locked his dick up. The security exited the room so Mr.Mind could begin his mind wipe induction for the next day.

One of the security walked to the calender and used a black marker in his pocket to X out the October 31st date. He flipped the calender to the next month.

“So what is next for him?” One of the other security asked.

“Well this was locktober. Next ‘no nut November’ then ‘denial December’ ect. Yoy get the idea right?”

The 2 guards chuckled.

“Damn…I think I might feel just slightly sorry for him.”

“Nahh..getting off way easy for what he did…wayyyy easy. Let’s be real.”

“Well tomorrow is a whole new day for him, and that whole new day will be everyday hahaha. Great work today guys. Let’s close up the park. With the popularity that has come from this one inmate…err..attraction, the Justice Park will be able to grow with many more criminals for people to come see.”

With that, Locktober was over for Alex. But his new reality in the justice park was just beginning.

How long will he be there? Will he be able to handle all of these torments each day? Was this all a nightmare?

The parks could care less how he felt about it. He agreed to it. All they want to know now is…

Who will be buying tickets to the justice park?

Author note: Hope you all enjoy! This story was inspired by a ‘Black Mirror’ episode called “White Bear”. I put a kinky twist on it though 😉 Thought I would do a darker story for Halloween season. If you read please leave a comment and let me know what you thought! It will make my day 😊

Department he supervised…Foot & Tickle Therapy.

Judges would send young men to any of these programs that they deemed best fit to correct a pattern or criminal behavior and get the perp to meet their comeuppance.

“Evening boys” Shane said walking in to greet his team.

The 6 men happliy greeted him back.

Among them:

Eric, A 40 year old handsome Asian man and Marcus, A handsome black man in his 50’s. Both had a title labeled “Tickler 🪶” on their shirt under their name tags.

Justin, 25 years old. Short brunette hair. An athlete on the side. Baseball and golf. Young, boyish goodlooks. He was wearing his sneakers with only one foot being socked and the other bare. But we’ll get to that later… His title under his name tag showed as “Foot Pro 🦶🏻”.

The other 3 men were all intentionally fit, muscular men. All trained in BJJ.

Steve a 40 year old BJJ coach, Clean cut, corny but charming married man 38 year old man Tom, and Brock, The 45 year old tatted and beared no nonsense kinda guy. A pretty intimidating bear of a guy. The titles under their name tags read as “Takedown team 💪🏼” Shane was a part of this team as well.

"So today we have a new perp being put into our program, Tommy Jenkins. 24 years old. "

(Tall, Dark, and Handsome. Dark brown curls and what some might decribe as a cocky “hung smile”. Washboard abs.)

“He is accused of leading a welfare fraud scheme. Targeted people in need to fund his work free, vacation heavy life” Shane said flipping through a slideshow presentation on their newest subject.

Pictures of the sexy 24 year old on various vacations on beaches, showing off expensive shoes, surrounded by beautiful woman on yachts. He had amassed close to a million followers showing off and vlogging his lifestyle, unknown to his followers how he got it…

Elsewhere in the building Tommy was being prepared for his sentence. He couldn’t believe they were letting him get off so easily. The judge told him all he has to do is pass one program/test and he is off the hook. That could be over today.

“Hi Tommy i’m Dr.Alec. I’m gonna get you set up for the program now. Hopefully you will be able to pass and be out of here within so many days. You get a shot at passing each weekday” Alec said.

“Ill be out after today, not so many days, thank you very much” Tommy said with a smirk.

Alec had Tommy seated in a wheel chair and placed a VR headset and headphones on his head. Then Alec hit a play button on a remote he was holding.

Tommy was staring at complete darkness until a spiral video started playing in the VR headset.

A deep voice boomed in the headphones.

“You are frozen. You can’t move but are fully present. Focus and memorize the map shown, it will be the only opportunity to do so…”

Tommy realized he really couldn’t move. He could only sit and watch this boring video.

The video playing showed a silent POV of someone at the starting point of some sort of hallway maze. The POV ran through several different wide halls…left, right, all over, before finally reaching a door that said “Exit” above. The man in the POV gave a thumbs up upon reaching the end. It seemed like it took about 5 minuets.

Tommy only paid half attention to the video. He couldn’t care less. He was just here to do the program and get out asap.

The commanding voice came back after the silent POV video.

“I hope in your moment of mental restraint you paid close attention. The video shown is exactly what you need to do to complete the program, Just find the exit. Each weekday you will get to be removed from your room here and have a chance to run the course. You fail the course by being captured. You don’t want to be captured. Especially if you hate feet and tickling…Now hear is an example of a failed course run”

A VR set played a new silent video. This time the view was not POV, but from overhead cameras. A man in a wheelchair is rolled into the starting point of the hallway maze. He is wearing a VR headset and headphones which are taken off of his before the door is closed behind him. The man in the video is wearing boxing gloves on his hands. Text briefly comes on screen:

“Donny, Prolific offender. Course attempt 15”

Some sort of signal seems to snap Donny out of his trance. He hops up and begins running through the maze in different directions. The camera cuts to different cameras showing he is being pursued by 4 men. One of the men eventually catches up with Donny and is able to grapple with him and get him down. The man doing the takedown appears to yell to his team that he got him. Next the men all worked together to carry a reluctant Donny into the middle of a large open room. The 4 men each laid down keeping a hold of his limbs. One on the left arm, one on right arm, One on the left leg, one on the right leg. They had him held spread eagle.

One young man walked up with a small but very heavy box contraption that went over Donnys head. Their was not much room to move the head back or forth. Their was two slots at the top of the box. The man had a chair set up above the head/upper chest area and slid both of his feet into the slots at the top of the box.

2 men walked in and sat down at the feet and began to tickle away. Another man sat between the legs and focused on the upper body.

Donnys body seemed to be trying its hardest to thrash and pull but it seemed like the guys in the video had a good grip on him. The men all seemed in good spirits laughing and smiling as the body they were tickling and holding down twitched on the screen.

The video ended. A blank black screen.

Tommy sat frozen and in shock. No fucking way, he thought.

Someone from behind him removed his VR headset and headphones before he heard them quickly disappear behind him and close a door.

His stomach dropped. He was in the same wide hallway starting point from the video.

“Awake” he heard Dr.Alecs voice say through a speaker in the hallway.

Tommy was no longer frozen. He sprung from the chair quickly. He noticed he had the small boxing gloves taped to his hands as well. He went behind him trying to open the door but couldn’t. He began to kick at it to no avail.

At a different starting point in the hall maze the 4 members of the takedown team, Shane Steve, Tom, and Brock, all began to coordinate with each other.

“Okay, let’s go in 2 pairs. Ill go with Tom, Steve and Brock, you go down that hall. Remember to yell if you got him and we’ll meet up with you. Good luck gentlemen, remember we dont make any money if we dont get him so lock in” Shane said.

The 4 men then split up in 2 pairs and took of jogging down different halls.

Shane put out his hand to Tom running behind him and brought his finger up to his own lips as a signal to be quiet. He and Tom stopped for a moment with Shane pulling him against a wall.

“Listen…I can hear footsteps approaching” Shane whispered.

The footsteps were quick and getting louder…which meant getting closer.

Suddenly Tommy appeared coming by.

Shane grabbed his arm and Tommy turned and swung at him as the glove connected with the side of Shanes face.

“Whoa! Easy there buddy” Shane said.

His boxing gloves were designed to be very soft and Shane just laughed it off, keeping his grip.

“Get the fuck off of meeeee!” Tommy screeched, kicking and punching.

Tom jumped in to help get the other arm. His hand grabbed the shirt Tommy slipped out, at the same time giving Shane a kick and leaving Tom holding just his shirt and Shane losing his hold.

“Slippery guy eh?” Tom said.

“Nice try fuckers!” Tommy yelled taking off and flipping the bird behind him.

Tommy didn’t know the halls so he just kept running in a panic and taking random turns. No way was he gonna let them get in a position where they could tickle him or put feet on him. He hated being tickled. It would just about give him a panic attack at the thought. He was sensitive to touch everywhere. And worst of all, their was nothing he hated more than feet! He couldn’t understand how anyone could ever like them.

As Tommy was reaching end of one hall, with Shane and Tom right on his tail, a leg popped out from the wall at the left end of the hall. Steve’s leg tripped Tommy as he was coming by.

Tommy landed on the ground. He quickly got up but Steve went again. Kicking his foot/leg against the back of Tommy’s foot and using his arm to push him backwards.

Tommy fell backwards, being caught from behind and let down safely by Shane, who got him in a rear head and arm lock. Brock straddled his legs quickly. Brock was so heavy Tommy had no chance of getting up.

“Excellent footsweep” Shane said to Steve.

Tom grabbed one arm and Steve grabbed the other as Shane slowly released his grip (once he had confidence both of them had a good hold on Tommy’s arms).

Shane walked over and grabbed hold of one of Tommy’s ankles. Brock got up and quickly grabbed hold of the other before Tommy could kick.

“Okay great job guys, now to the main room” Shane said.

Tommy yelled and tugged as the 4 men carried him through the halls.

“I guess this makes me the superior Tom” Tom said with a chuckle.

Every derogatory and/or curse word in the book came out of Tommy’s mouth.

They made it too the large open room.

Claps and woo’s from Eric, Marcus, and Justin sitting against the wall waiting.

The center of the room had a firm mat that they carried the criminal too.

They slowly brought him down in a spread eagle position before quickly pinning/grappling his arms and legs down.

Each one of the men were laid down on their side holding a limb with both hands and their legs/feet locked around it. It looked like they were all tightly spooning with an arm or a leg.

Justin got up, carrying over the heavy head contraption. Before he put it on, he slipped off his shoes. He was wearing one sockless. He took the slightly damp sock off of one foot and brought it too Tommy’s mouth very quickly sat down with Tommys head between his knees and as Tommy was in the middle of a yelling and cursing fit, stuffed the sock in his mouth. He pulled out some clear tape and sealed the sock in Tommy’s mouth. He then got up and fitted the box over Tommy’s head. Their was no room for Tommy to move his head in any way, up, down, or from side to side. Before Tommy knew it, he saw 2 size 13 smooth white feet slowly slide into the 2 slots at the top of the box and engulf his face. The toes giving a little wiggle before the connected to his skin.

Eric and Marcus rubbed their hands together as they excitedly walked over.

“You get left and ill get right?” Eric said.

“Sounds good to me” Marcus said.

They each sat at a foot and began to tickle with their fingers.

Eric did an agonizing light tickles with the tip of his fingernail and just gave little scratches/tickles on the sole in different areas. Holding the foot in place by the big toe. Tommy’s feet were size 11 and very soft and sensitive.

Marcus was more aggressive with his tickling. Giving very fast tickle fingers or scraping up and down the soles with his nails. He pulled out a small bottle of oil and rubbed his hands before rubbing the foot. Then he pulled out a hairbrush and went to town.

Tommy’s body jerked and buckled with every scrape.

“Come on guys! Hold him more still! Your letting him mess up my work” Marcus commanded.

The 4 men from the take down team strengthened their holds tighter.

“You can take the other foot as well” Eric said.

Eric got up and walked up just a bit to sit between Tommy’s stretched out legs.

Eric tickled lightly right in the groin area and thighs. You could see the muscles tense up when his fingers ran through.

Eric then gave light tickles on the stomach before jamming his finger firmly into the belly button.

“Ergghhh!” Tommy tried to yell through his sock gag as his body spasmed like he was just electrocuted.

The belly button/ finger jam move took him by such suprise and was so sensitive that the men holding him almost lost their grip.

Eric just kept his fingers firmly pressed down. He didn’t even need to move it. Just Tommy’s light twitching and jerking was enough to make it worse, he was the one doing all the moving.

Marcus got bored of tickling both soles and moved to one of the hands of Tommy. He removed the glove.

“Bet you didn’t know just how underrated this tickle spot is!”

Marcus held Tommy’s hand/fingers down with one of his hands and tickled the palm of Tommy’s hand with his fingers.

Tommy was laughing, trying to curse, screaming, and crying through his sock gag all at once. Anytime he got a moment of relief to get a deep breath it was just of Justin’s feet, his toes curled around Tommy’s nose. His other foot rubbing and exploring Tommy’s face.

Justin slid his feet out of the box.

Tommy was laughing out loud now and swearing.

“Ahahahhaha get the fuck off! Hahahaha”

Justin’s hand slid into the box with some sort of item he quickly shoved into Tommy’s mouth. It was an open mouth gag.

Now Tommy’s mouth was stuck spread open and his head stuck in place.

To Tommy’s horror he saw Justin’s foot slide back in the box and slide right into his mouth. It took a minuet but Justin was able to fit all 5 toes and almost the top half of the whole foot in Tommy’s mouth. The other foot slid into view rubbing Tommy’s nose.

Eric now moved onto the armpits. Very quick unrelenting fingers.

The other 4 men were sweating just trying to hold Tommy in place at this point. Tommy was using all his strength to pull away or get up. Eric was sitting on top. Went it got too tense it was like Wric was riding one of those mechanical bulls.

Marcus went for more hidden spots. Tickling under the knees with his fingers. The neck…before finally going back to his favorite…the soles of the feet.

Tommy began to lose his bladder and pee from being tickled so hard. Eric hopped up quickly.

30 minuets passed from when they had started the tickling in the big room. A bell went off.

The men all loosened their holds and got up.

Justin removed the heavy box off of Tommy’s head.

Tommy laid in the middle of the mat. Shaking a bit. Panting and catching his breath. His hair and body sweaty.

He had no energy to get up and throw hands or even talk shit at the men. He just laid there, physically demolished.

The other men all smiled at each other. Fist bumps and high fives all around.

“Great job today guys, All day everyday” Shane said.

They all excited the room, leaving Tommy laying alone.

Soon the guards at the facility would come in to take him back to his room. He would get a try at finding the exit again tomorrow for round 2…

Back at his Office Shane posted an offer online for new positions available.

The program has been such a success that he wants to put together more teams at the facility that do the same as his group he supervised.

The AD read that they are looking for:

Strong, fit men to be a part of the takedown team. Preferably having experience in BJJ. Can take someone down and keep hold on them without doing damage.

Experienced and merciless ticklers to be a part of the tickler positions.

And of course, the easiest job you’ll ever have, Bring a Foot Pro. Just sitting and relaxing with your soles on a perps face.

Shane smiled as he hit enter to post the AD.

Do you want to be apart of our team?

The 5 Lucky ticket winners

30 year old Charlie layed restless in the bed of his apartment. He could not take his eyes off of the email he had just received. A notice from one of his favorite BDSM news sites stating that Mr.Gray was going to be re-opening his kink factory for 4 lucky guests for the first time in 20 years for a special tour. Charlie had heard many tales about this place from others in the kink community. That the stuff that took place there was beyond the real of possibility. Magic. He had always wanted to see for himself. The end of the email stated that 4 tickets would be sent through the mail. Charlie turned his phone screen off Trying to get some actual sleep and calm down his hopes and excitement.

Charlie woke up and turned on the news and much to his dismay had seen that 3 people had already won.

First was a man from Georgia. A middle aged heavy set bear type guy named Adam. He bragged about being the first to receive one. He stated in the interview that he was more curious to see what was so special about Mr.Gray. he was a Dom himself.

“I don’t really buy into the magic mumbo jumbo you hear about that place. If anything I’m going just to entertain myself and get a good laugh” he told the man interviewing him.

Next was Willy from Los Angeles. He was 28. Purple haired twink. Lots of energy and excitement. He was discovered as the winner after taking selfies to boast on twitter to his followers. He seemed to be an influencer of some sort.

“I can’t wait to share this journey with all of my fans” he said to the reporter as he blew a kiss at the camera.

The 3rd was Victor. A handsome 21 year old preppy boy from Washington. Charlie thought he came off as very snobby and spoiled.

“I don’t get into any weird kink stuff…I’m actually normal. I just wanted to be able to say I got to experience something that others may not get to see. Ill admit, my family is pretty well off so I’ve gotten to experience so many great things at a young age. This sounded different so I thought why not”

Charlie felt down having not received anything yet. He went to check his mail the next morning and low and behold…the ticket/invitation was there. Charlie contacted the news and did his interview.

“I’ve heard so many great things about Mr.Gray I can’t wait to meet him! I feel really lucky and grateful for this opportunity” he told the reporter.

That night in bed Charlie heard noise in his apartment. He saw his window was open. It all happened so fast. He saw a figure dart towards the window and climb out. Charlie turned on his light and looked at the top of his dresser to see the ticket was gone. The man had stolen it. He threw on some shorts and ran outside trying to catch up with him. Charlie used to run track and was still pretty in shape and was able to catch up. He grabbed the man. The man spun around and punched Charlie in the gut, knocking the wind out of him. Charlie fell to the ground looking up at the young man smiling down at him. "

That’s too bad isn’t it" the man said cockily. “Don’t follow me. Just accept it for what it is” he said before spitting on Charlie and running off laughing.

Charlie was embarrassed, angry, and sad. He did a walk of shame back to his apartment. Their was no way to prove the ticket did not belong to the man who had taken it from him as he had already discarded the envelope.

Charlie saw the young man giving an interview on tv. His name was Trevor. 25 year old punk looking guy.

“It was so crazy man. I opened up my mailbox and the ticket was there. I’m SO grateful. I had thought they were only giving away 4 of these” he said, almost mockingly…

Charlie was making himself a coffee when his doorbell rang. A good looking guy was there. He was a clean cut guy, had the look of a salesman. Charlie was already annoyed and didn’t want to be sold anything.

“Hey I’m Nick, I am the assistant of Mr.Grey”.

Charlie looked shocked and confused.

“I was sent here because Mr.Grey wanted to personally invite you to his factory after hearing what had happened” The man said with a smile. “Will you accept this invite? He only planned for 4 people but wanted to make a special exception”.

“Of course!” Charlie said.

“Great! we will see you this Friday. Nice to meet you Charlie” Nick nodded his head and walked back to his car.

Charlie could not believe it…A personal invite to the factory.

The Gravity Machine

Friday came and Charlie got dressed in a simple jeans and T-shirt. He drive to the factory which was isolated in the middle of nowhere. He saw the other 4 were already there. Trevor looked completely stunned to see him. He smiled embarrassingly and put his head down as Charlie approached them all.

“I thought their were only supposed to be 4 of us?” Victor asked.

“It looks like someone’s sob story worked” Adam replied.

Charlie just laughed unsure if he was just joking around. He didn’t know if he should confront Trevor but opted not too, not really being the type to like confrontation. Willy was streaming for his viewers on his phone…holding it to the door waiting for Mr.Grey to come out.

The door opened and a handsome older man came out. Mr.Gray was mid-fifties but could pass for younger. Very much a silver fox.

“Nice to meet you all he said smoothly, before you come in I ask that you not record or take pictures. I have staff that work here who are discreet”.

Willy groaned and put his phone away. They all walked into a giant room full of bdsm type equipment. Lots of men in blue latex, work gloves and face shields building different equipment on the floor.

“This is our tech room, we create all types of bondage restraints, toys, ect. You guys are free to walk around and look at everything. Please don’t touch any of the equipment that is marked “Do not use” as we are still testing and working on them”.

Charlie roamed around looking at the different equipment. Stretching racks, bondage chairs, Vacbeds, and vaccubes. The group came across 2 of the tech guys working on what looked like just a giant slab of metal.

“What is this supposed to be?” Adam asked.

The techs were taken by surprise and turned to him to happily explain.

“This is the gravity machine, When you lay down on it someone can control the dial to make the gravity more or less strong” He pointed at a dial at the very bottom of the metal square. “The other dial next to it is to control sensitivity, We can make the person laying upon the gravity machine more or less sensitive to touch. Too just slightly ticklish to its more strong setting where just a poke would make the person shiver”.

“Impossible” Adam said as he dismissed the explanation. “Let me try for myself and see if this is for real”.

The two techs looked at each other unsure of how to respond and then at Mr.Grey.

“Well you see…the machine isnt exactly finished yet…We would rather be safe and not. We like to take regular bondage equipment and enhance it to be something more powerful and intense. Their is plenty of other stuff I would be happy to show you” Mr Grey said.

“Oh please” Adam replied as he laughed and rolled his eyes.

Mr Grey changed his mind, “Hmm well if you insist why don’t you climb up there”.

Adam smiled confidently and layed on the table.

“We will go just half way on the strength to be safe” one of the techs said. He slowly turned the dail up. Adam leaned forward a bit but slowly felt himself being weighed down. The tech increased the sensitivity half way as well.

“Lets test this” Mr.Grey smiled as he approached.

Mr.Grey lifted Adams shirt and lightly ran his finger down Adams side. Adam scream/laughed and jolted up before being forced back down very hard by gravity. Mr.Grey did it a few more times. Every time, Adam would jerk forward every time Mr.Grey would tickle a different spot and he would immediately be pulled back with great force. Mr.Grey then went for Adams worst spot. Adam howled with laughter and used all his strength to sit up before violently being forced back down. Adam is a large man and the amount of force when he came back this time made a loud slamming noise which shook the whole machine and also caused the dials on the machine to both turn to their most high settings. Mr.Grey acted like he didn’t even notice and continued to tickle various spots on Adam. Adam was both screaming and laughing. Tears were flowing down his face and he kept trying to beg in between laughing. Mr.Grey leaned in his ear and whispered something and then snapped his fingers. Adam had suddenly become quiet. His eyes were still blinking but he looked peaceful in the face just lying there.

“I’m sorry Adam, It just came to my attention that the machine appears to have malfunctioned after you slammed down so many times so hard.” He tried to turn the strength dial down. “Both dials appear to be jammed”. I will have my techs work on this and get you off this table. With the most powerful setting on, even we will not be able to lift you off." He turned to his tech workers. “You guys take care of Adam and get this Machine fixed, The rest of our group will have to move on. We will come back for you later Adam. My apologies”.

The techs nodded and shared a wink with Mr.Grey and then got to work inspecting the machine. The group of ticket winners looked shocked.

“Glad that is not me…” Victor said.

“Why did he become so quiet?” Trevor asked “What did you say to him?”.

“Oh I just simply calmed him down was all” Mr.Grey said as they moved to the next room.

The Fetish Bar

“Now this is the fetish bar” Mr.Grey said with a laugh. “In this room we make different treats to help enhance some of your kink scenes”.

Charlie looked at the different vials labeled. Shrinking potion. Muscle growth formula. Bladder filler. Rubberize liquid. Charlie was intrigued to what these would all go but didn’t want to mess with anything.

“This is all so weird, no offense” Victor told Mr.Grey and all of his helpers.

The helpers were all behind the bar in the “kitchen” mixing different ingredients and making new creations. Charlie took notice to 3 different milky colored small bottles one of the workers put on the bar. One labeled A week. One labeled A month. And one labeled 6 months. Charlie picked up the one that said six months and observed it before Trevor grabbed it out of his hand.

“Yo what is this for MrGrey?” Trevor asked.

“Those are a chastity formula designed to modify your body so that you have the amount of cum built up that is on the label. So for example, the bottle that says 7 days will make it so your body matches having not cum in 7 days, try it, it is neat and can be great fun!” Mr.Grey said.

Trevor thought about how good that release would feel. He could always just exit to go to the restroom and let off relief after drinking it. He chugged the 6 month bottle down and felt the affects immediately. He felt his balls physically enlarging. He became instantly hard and was quite embarrassed of the tent in his pants that everyone giggled at. His mind immediately went to needing to blow NOW.

“Here this will probably help” MrGrey said as he smiled and approached Trevor.

“Do you mind if I pull your shorts and underwear down just briefly?”

Trevor was confused and just eager to cum and obliged, thinking Mr.Grey was about to get him off in front of everyone. He wouldn’t of cared. He wanted to get off that badly. Instead Mr.Grey pulled out a chastity cage and forcefully hooked it together around Trevor’s dick.

“There you go, It will probably be uncomfortable at first but you need time for that to wear off and I can’t have you blowing all over my peoples hard work” Mr. Grey laughed. We’ll take that off at the end of the day when the formula should wear away".

Trevors stomach dropped. He was not going to be able to focus on the rest of the day like this.

Willy whipped out his phone and began to live stream to his Instagram followers. He was recording the assistants working when one of them put their hand up and asked him to please not put them on video.

“It’s fine its just for instagram! Guys look at all of this crazy cool stuff you’re missing out on” He said to his followers.

Willys mind was on doing something bold for views. He forced his phone into the hands of one of the assistants and asked his to record for him.

“Watch this guys it’s crazy. Apparently these potions can have some crazy physical affects on you!”

He didn’t even read what they did before be chugged all 4 of the potions Charlie was viewing earlier. He smiled into the camera the surprised assistant was holding.

“Guess it didn’t seem to have much of an affect on me” he bragged. “oh…” He grabbed his stomach and private area. “Wait turn that phone away from me! I gotta go! Where is the restroom?!?”

The worker only stood defiantly recording Willy and smiling at his panic.

“MrGrey…bathroom!”"

Just relax it will wear off" Mr.Grey smiled and said calmly.

“I need to go now! Tell him to stop recording me sir!”"

Just relax you’re good man" MrGrey once again passively responded.

Willy began to wet himself and put his hand to try to block the camera from seeing. That’s not where his trouble ended. He felt his muscles start to inflate. His veins were popping. He went from twink to scary body builder. Charlie became a little worried that he would rage for the worker recording him or Mr.Grey and really do damage…And that is what looked like was about to happen when Willy charged at the worker holding the phone. He quickly stopped in his tracks. He was still muscular but his body was starting to shrink.

“Ahhh what’s happening!?” he yelled.

He was now about the size of an action figure. The tiny willy punched and kicked at the ankle of the worker he had the phone fixed down at him. Other workers gathered around amused and in awe. They got to see some of their new recipes in action. Next Willy began to feel his skin solidify to an extent. He could no longer move his arms on his own. Eventually he lost all autonomy. His entire body, skin and clothing, had became rubber! He basically looked like a rubber action figure charlie thought. Like one of the old WWE figures he used to play with when he was younger. One worker bent down and picked him up by his rubberized arm.

“We’ll go ahead and work on fixing this, don’t worry about it boss” the worker said to Mr.Grey.

“Thank you gentlemen, that was certainly unexpected! I’m sure it will be an easy fix though. Nothing to stress about. We’ll move along while my men go ahead and help Willy with his issues”.

Mr.Grey led the group out of the room while the workers carried Willy in a different direction. They seemed to be adjusting his arms and playing with him while they walked away. Clearly having fun with it all.

The Spa Foot Chair

“I need to go to the restroom very fast before we move on…” Trevor said.

"To be honest I could probably go as well "Victor added.

“Yeah of course, The rest room is right around the corner down the hall, I’ll be in this room when you guys are ready” Mr.Grey said, Pointing as a room at the very end of the hall at the other direction.

The guys all went into the restroom. Charlie went to one of the urinals and heard the other guys talking. Trevor grabbed Victor and was pleading for him to help get the chastity cage off.

“Please help get this off me man, You have no idea how bad I need to bust. It’s killing me!”

“Not sure what you want me to do about it” Victor dismissed him.

Victor went to the urinal next to Charlie and began to laugh to himself.

“What?” Charlie said.

“So funny story, The janitor at my Fathers company was actually the one who got the ticket. Of course…He wanted to keep his job and didn’t want any problems with myself and my Family so you can put 2 and 2 together and guess how I got it” Victor said with a chuckle. “I told the news I bought it off of him haha”.

Charlie was pretty sad and disgusted hearing that. Trevor still stood picking at the lock and shaking it getting aggravated. He wanted to beg Charlie for help as well but felt to stubborn to beg the man he assaulted for help.

Charlie exited the bathroom first and heard some faint laughing from the door of the tech room they were in first. While the other 2 guys finished up he figured he would peek his head in the door and see what was going on. He slowly pushed the door open enough to put his head in and was shocked by what he saw. The tech workers had Adam still on the gravity machine. But they were certainly not helping him. His clothes except his underwear had been cut off and a few of the tech guys were tickling in his pits, belly button, and the soles of his feet. They guys were sharing a laugh while Adam just layed there. He still didn’t react at all but his eyes were darting back and forth, glaring, and watering like a fountain.

“Uhh charlie…”

Charlie jumped and turned around to see Nick, Mr.Greys assistant.

“Oh sorry, I got lost”

“That’s okay. The rest of the group is waiting for you. Follow me” Nick said with a smile.

They walked to the room where Mr.Grey and the group were waiting.

The inside of the room was like a mini spa. Massage tables. A pedicure area. A hot tub and small pool. In the corner on the room one of the tech workers seemed to be working on some sort of crate contraption. The crate had a large hole in the center and at the very end of the crate was a very comfortable looking massage chair.

“Why dont you guys enjoy a break in our erotic spa. Please help yourselves” Mr.Grey said.

Charlie decided to strip down and lay on one of the massage tables. One of Mr.Greys assistants came over and began to give him a massage. It felt amazing.Trevor went to get a massage on the other table. He was even whispering under his breath for his masseuse to take his cage off. The worker just cracked a smile and continued to rub him down.

Victor didn’t go for a massage but instead went straight to Mr.Grey.

“How much would it cost to rent out this room a few times a week, I think I could enjoy this and being worked on by your servants.” "

Oh sorry victor, this room is not for sale" MrGrey said. “My workers only work for me”.

Victor did not like being told no. While getting his massage Charlie listened into the two of them going back and fourth, or more so, Victor berating Mr.Grey. Victor got in Mr.Greys face

“Now you listen to me…”

A worker stepped in and pulled Victor back a little telling him to calm down.

“Dont you touch me! I don’t want your filthy hands on my clothes. They are worth more than your entire being” Victor said yanking his arm back.

“Alright victor, i’ll make a deal. If you agree to help us test out out new piece of spa equipment, then I will agree to you being worked on FREE 3 times a week here” Mr.Grey said.

Victor instantly stopped his tantrum and smiled feeling victorious.

“Of course I accept that deal”.

The worker and Mr.Grey shared a smile and they led Nick over to the crate that was finished being built.

The worker used a key to unlock a small door on the side. He directed Victor to get inside and sit. He followed Victor inside and helped him fit his head into the hole. He secured Nicks head in place with several straps tightened around the back of his head so that it could not be pulled back. His head was visible filling in the hole and perfectly immobile. He then fit Victors wrists that were on each side of the inner crate. Victor began to protest but Mr.Grey assured it was just for safety. The worker exited the small door and locked it. He then asked Victor to open his mouth a little. Victor hesitantly did as told hooked together what seemed to be some variation of a dental spreader in Victors mouth. It was not opened up though. Mr.Grey went to the door of the spa room and let in several tech workers who all seemed to be on break. Some got massages, some relaxed in the hot tub. Mr.Grey brought one over and asked if he would be happy to test the new spa chair. The worker looked at Victor and his eyes lit up with excitement.

“Of course man! I was actually wondering how this project was going”

He hopped into the chair. He slid off his work shoes that he was wearing sock-less.

“It has been a long day, This is a nice surprise. It looks like you did a really great job on this man, I’m impressed” he said to one of the other workers.

He then planted one of his soles across Victors face and leaned back to get comfy in the chair. He smiled and let out a relaxing sigh. Victor became enraged at what was happening and began kicking and trying to jerk around. He was going anywhere and could not turn his head. On the side of the chair was a remote with an up and down arrow. The worker tapped the up arrow repeatedly. The dental spreader in victors mouth began to widen. Once he felt it was wide enough the worker quickly stuffed all 5 of his toes into victors mouth and flexed and curled them all over his tongue. Victors yells were muffled by the workers whole foot in his mouth.

“Can you tell the other guys about this still working out there? They are gonna love this! You have to get them in here” He said to one of the other workers.

“Of course” the worker responded as he turned to leave and go fetch more guys to try the chair.

Mr.Grey smiled down at Victor “I hope you’re still excited about our deal for you to come here a few times a week to work on you”.

He turned to the other guys and had them get dressed to leave to the next room on the tour leaving Victor with the dozens of workers on break waiting for their turn to test the chair.

Milking Justice

“This is the last room I wanted to show you guys” Mr.Grey said.

Mr.Grey, Nick, Trevor, and Charlie all worked into a room that looked very medical looking. A hospital bed was in the center with restraints.

“So, Trevor. You have been dying to get that sucker off all day I imagine?” Mr.Grey said, smiling at Trevor.

“Yes! Please man!” Trevor laughed “Its killing me!”.

“Well I can help with that. Why dont you strip down and lie on the bed” Mr.Grey instructed.

“Of course, I’ll do anything at this point” Trevor said hopping on the bed.

Mr.Grey and Nick restrained Trevors arms, legs, ankles, chest, and waist. Nick wheeled over a milking machine…Mr.Grey unlocked Trevors chastity device and Trevor became instantly rock hard. He was dripping pre-cum like a leaking faucet. Mr.Grey whispered in Trevors ear

“No matter how close you get, you can’t cum without my permission” he then snapped his fingers.

Nick was working on his cock steadily stroking him up and down. Nick felt like he was at the point of no return the entire time yet could not cum. He was yelling and begging to cum. Mr.Grey would snap his fingers which seemed to trigger more sensitivity. Trevor just kept begging and pleading to no avail. Finally Nick hooked the milking machine up to his cock.

“You’re free to cum Trevor” Mr.Grey said.

The machine was hardly on his cock for 20 seconds before Trevor let out a scream and blew a gigantic load that immediately got sucked up into the machine.The machine stayed on for about a minuet and pulled out another load while Trevor yelled. At this point Trevor could not even be understood. He looked like he was being possessed. Nick stopped the machine after the second load and took it off. Mr.Grey approached Trevor and whispered in his ear. The same thing happened that happened with Adam. Trevor became calm but his eyes were still moving and blinking. He was like a statue.

“Do you like to polish a knob Charlie?” Mr.Grey said as he rested his palm on Trevor’s cockhead.

Trevors eyes were bugging but he just stayed laying there still. Mr.Grey waved Charlie over

“Come over here and enjoy yourself, he is fully alert and awake, he is just paralyzed. He can still feel everything”.

Charlie smiled “That is amazing.”.

He grabbed Trevors cock and began to slowly rub the cockhead with his palm. Every once in a while Mr.Grey would snap to increase sensitivity.

“If your hands get tired i’m happy to step in” Nick joked.

Charlie polished Trevors cock head for a full 15 minuets and his cock stayed hard the whole time. Trevors eyes had tears running down his face the whole time while Charlie never let off. Charlie just kept eye contact with him the entire time with a smirk on his face.

“That’s just to bed isn’t it?” Charlie said.

Eventually Charlie got up while Nick hopped in his place to pick up where Charlie left off. Mr.Grey walked with Charlie out of the room.

“I’m glad you came. You’re a pretty quiet man but I knew you had a an amazing dominant side in there. You were amazing and ruthless with Trevor”.

Charlie smiled, enjoying the praise.

“I want you to join me at my factory. I plan to re-open it back up and could use an extra assistant. Nick is moving away…” He said looking over at Charlie.

“Are…are you serious? Of course sir! It would be an honor to work here with you.”.

“Great Charlie! I knew you would not disappoint. I think we will have a lot of fun running this place together”.