r/gayforcefuck

This is a work of fiction. All characters portrayed are at least 18 years old.

In 2080, the world fell into dystopia. Life grew harsher than it already has been towards my parents. With all the chaos and division, it seems like humanity is reaching the brink of its existence. But us humans are always determined to survive. That along with the corruption of the governments, society has reached a state of "Anything Goes".

It's almost midnight. In just a few minutes my life will span 18 years. I fiddled my thumbs together, thoughts raced across my mind. Before I knew it, the old grandfather clock rang, echoing throughout the apartment. I looked at my mother, her face expressed strength but underneath it I felt a sense of sorrow.

She makes her way to me. "You know what to do," she says, wrapping a scarf around my neck.

"Yes mom"

"Be good, stay strong, and remember I love you okay?"

I left the house, making my way to a building a couple blocks down. Standing in front of the entrance I shut my eyes tightly. As I opened them I notice a few passerbys glancing at me. Their looks were either of disgust or pity. I took a deep breath before stepping in.

A clerk greets me warmly, "Welcome! Are you here to serve or be served?"

"Serve"

"I see! Before we move any further may I see an ID?" I promptly pulled out my ID Card. "Wow, you were fast to act... Haha"

The clerk slides a pamphlet towards me, "Here is the list of services, pick one" Immediately I pointed to a red section of the pamphlet with multiple fine prints and warning logos. The clerks stared at me worried, "Kid... You do know what that is right?"

"Yes"

"You understand that you won't be able to refuse service? There are no limits, that's what you are agreeing to"

"I understand"

A visible look of pity filled his face, "If you are so sure... I'll have you sign these waivers, showing you acknowledge the terms and conditions" I quickly signed off the waivers. "That's all kid. I'll just need some of your bank details and emergency contacts before I start you off..."

After all the administrative work in order, it is finally time. The clerk leads me down a winding hallway, the walls creaked and groaned deep from itself. We stopped at a door at the end of the hallway. "This is you, kid" says the clerk.

I open the door, entering the room. The door shuts behind me and I hear the lock click. The room was cozy. All it had was a large bed and a couple of fluorescent lights. But all my eyes could catch on to was the giant in the room. The man looked like a superhuman you'd see in typical Hollywood movies. Large, ripped and tall. He was in a pair of underwear, though it was barely able to hold his evidently huge cock.

"Hey kiddo, come sit" He gestures, patting his lap. I approach him, his figure seemingly growing in size. I climbed onto him, sitting on his lap. Leaning back, I get a sense of how different we are in size. His single chest muscle had the same width as my shoulder width. His thighs were about 4 times bigger than both my thighs combined.

He wraps his arm around my waist, grabbing my hand, he ushers it to his cock. It was huge, thicker than my wrist and as long as my forearm. "You like how it feels, kid?" I stayed silent, not really knowing how to respond. "What are you, fucking mute? I guess we'll see how silent you can be after I fuck you with this cock"

He stands up throwing me on my back onto the bed. Dragging my head to the edge, he pins my arms down, though I hardly resist. His cock drooled precum on it's tip, it stared at me ready to devour me. It inched closer and closer, it wipes the drool on my lips. Pushing firmly on my lips, he pries my mouth open.

As I thought, I couldn't even fit his cock in my mouth. He looked frustrated but not pissed. It seemed like a malicious plan was brewing in his mind. The man grips my lower jaw and starts stretching it wide open. I gasp in pain from the sudden pull of my jaw. The sides of my lips felt as if it were stretched thinly, I slapped his hand furiously but it was no use. He continued prying my jaw open, fitting more of his cock into my mouth before an audible pop sounded.

He dislocated my jaw, the pain is immense. Tears filled my eyes as I began to get a glimpse of how the rest of my night is going to be with him. I'd merely be a shadow of who I was stepping into this room.

His snake of meat slithers down my throat forcefully. It felt as if his cock was reaching my stomach the way it reached so deep inside my throat. I'd gag violently but his cock that was throbbing inside my throat anchored me down and plugged up any puke that attempted to come out. I blacked out a couple of times from his cock tightly blocking my airway. But it didn't seem to bother him.

After being his meat kebab for what felt like days. He pulls out his cock. Barely catching my breath, flips me around. "Stick that ass up kid" He ordered me.

I do my best, though I could barely move. He pulls my hips up high. He wipes a bit of my spit leftover on his cock onto my hole. "So kid, what brings you to serve here master today?" He asks, toying with my hole.

With my broken jaw, I try my best to talk. "Me and my mom. We need the money"

"Heh money. I've got lots of those. Continue serving me well and you'd get some good cash"

He sticks a finger in my hole. I wail in pain, having something foreign in my ass felt so weird and painful.

"Fuck... Virgin boy. Your hole is so tight"

I looked back at him. He slowly strokes his gigantic cock. If I could barely handle a finger inside me... How am I to fit that... I start sobbing.

"Sir... I-I'm scared"

A evil grin appeared. "You look so cute when you cry" he says.

"Please sir, I'm scared. I don't think I'll survive this"

"Shhh, be a good boy. Just take it"

I start feeling a deep pressure against my hole. It felt, comfortable. But I grew and grew, and the comfort turned into pain. His tip popped inside me, a sharp spike of pain radiates throughout my nerves. I wail in pain. And without a hint of mercy at all, he slams it fully inside me. I felt my body tear apart, something inside my felt painfully raw. I broke in cold sweat, I could barely make a thought. My insides felt like they were on fire.

I could barely move or register anything. My body was purely in survival mode. The pain dialed down, my sense slowly muting. For the next few however many hours, he tore my body into shreds. All I could do was hear him grunting aggressively as he drills my ass open. My body went limp. He used me like some ragdoll. My vision starts to darken as I slowly drift away.

I open my eyes, I'm in the hospital. Everything was a daze, how many days has it been?

I can't wait to be fucked with no mercy

I really just want to be slut trained by a nice hairy daddy

Disclaimer: All people involved are over 18 and this is a work of fiction.

People we've met:

• Cody (me) 19 years, 5'6, 130 pounds with a lean swimmer's build, white with freckles, short-black-curly hair, and green eyes.
• David (boss at local swimming pool who just force-fucked me multiple times). Somewhere near 50 years, around 6'0, over 240 pounds with a weathered dad bod, slightly tan complexion, thick hair on his arms and legs, some greying in his otherwise black, short hair with a receding hairline.
• Kitt (random jock-dad that asked me out before he left the pool, turns out he's good friends with David). Early 40s, silver haired, jock.

- After Kitt had played with my feet and then tag-teamed my feet and ass with David. David has left to spend time with his family. (Part 3 here) -

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Sweat smeared across a silver chest glistened in the late morning sun, which snuck rays of warmth through the mostly closed blinds. Kitt stood there drinking his water, eyeing me up and down as I lay there naked and covered in my own sweat and 3 different people's semen, one of them being my own.

We sat in silence as the distant noises of a gate and then a car door opening and closing transitioned into an engine purr until David drove off to his wife to pretend all was well with a water leak, when in reality, he had kidnapped one his employees and was taking all his frustration out on him. I let myself go and relax into the thin mattress on the pull-out-bed. The odor of chlorine from the closed pool seeped in, mixing with the smell of cement, old paint, and all our collective odors and juices. It somehow felt nostalgic, despite all of this being very new and mostly nightmarish.

Just as my eyes were about to close, Kitt broke through the uneasy ambiance, "You look like you could use a shower." My eyes opened and peered down my body and across the room towards him, keeping myself flat on the bed. He continued while tossing a water bottle into the trash in the corner, "I won't cuff, tie, or bind you, if you play nice. Come 'on. Get up." It was refreshing to be commanded without a constant threat of physical harm, and... he wasn't wrong. I totally could use a shower. Last time I had one, David had spanked, choked, and beaten me during and right afterwards, so I never really felt clean, even if all the grime and dirt had gone.

I nodded and stood up. Kitt picked up a neon green sports bag and tossed it over his shoulder, and in the nude, together we walked into the hallway, down the stairs and into the locker room. I had only every been in this building in uniform, yet somehow this now felt like an apartment. Our feet pattered and gently smacked the tile, vinyl and cement as we made our way to the locker rooms. Kitt grabbed towels smoothly as he walked by the shelves that held them, and draped the two of them on hooks on a wall outside the bay showers. He flicked several faucets on, allowing them to heat up and fill the bay with steam. As it did, he walked to a bench and dropped the bag. A quick and high-pitched ZIIIEEEP shot through the vast room as he opened it and pulled out some toiletries. 3-in-1 shampoo/body wash combo was the first item, of course. But then he also pulled out a multi-bladed razor and shaving gel. He brought it all over to me and pulled me along into the shower bay, placing his belongings gently onto the floor.

My situation almost instantly faded from the front to the back of my mind, as the hot water hit my broken and bruised body. I felt the sticky cum drift away from my legs, feet, stomach, and every crevice wherein it had slid and slithered. I felt my tender skin caressed by the heat and pressure. I felt my throat and nose fill with the steam. It's amazing what a hot shower can do. I all but forgot where I was until I felt the thick and muscular hands wrap around my smaller chest, and rock-like quads and hips pressed against my backside.

"Doesn't that feel better?" Kitt was gently speaking in my ear as he rubbed me up and down. His hands lingered on my bubble butt-cheeks before stepping away and leaning down to pick up his combo body wash. Gosh, why couldn't this guy just be... like this. Why did he have to be in some sexual devil's deal with David. Kitt looked like what most boys like me dreamed of: A firm chest and stomach, but not a dehydrated Marvel star. Short and cropped grey hair, still clinging to the original black pepper in there sprinkled about. His muscles didn't bulge, but his veins did, and there was more than enough mass in his arms, shoulders and legs, to highlight his physical prowess.

He probably coached some local sports league and definitely played whatever sport he coached. Probably tennis, basketball, or baseball. I caught myself fantasizing him teaching me to play when I first met him. Turns out, he did have a fantasy in mind for me, just not one I had imagined. My drift between worry and arousal shifted to the latter as Kitt lathered suds in his hands and onto my body. At first I thought this was all foreplay, but eventually Kitt started really, really scrubbing me up and down. His forearm veins pulsed as he gripped, rubbed, and scrubbed everywhere. Eventually he dropped to his knees to get my legs, and even lifted one foot up at a time to soap and wash me there as well. Even when he went in-between my toes, it did not tickle like I expected it to. I had to place a hand on his shoulder and head, to maintain my balance as he continued tossing my body parts about to leave no flesh unclean.

When he turned his attention to my genitals, I expected his energy to change. But nope. He was gentler here, but scrubbed and cleaned me down there as well, cupping my balls and ass, not to fondle them, but to properly massage and clean them. Eventually he did slip a finger gently inside me, but after a few quick probes he pulled out and stood up, turning his attention to my face and hair. Even if he wasn't trying to warm me up for round... whatever number we were on, the effect was still the same. I was still popping a full-on boner as he now massaged the soap into my scalp.

I caught myself moaning for a brief second, and he let out a brief chuckle in response. This man knew his way around the body, and I was all for it.

Without missing a beat, once he was done, he spun me around and made sure every speck of soap washed away down the drain as the water powered down my soft, peach, and freshly cleaned skin. "Now you smell like you should." I let out playful and acknowledging scoff and responded, "Well that really hit the spot. Want me to do you next?" Kitt shook his head, "I got myself plenty while I was doing you." He spun me slightly out of range of the faucet and went under water himself, washing away what little soap was left to notice on himself. The steam filling the bay prevented me from feeling too cold, at the edge of the spray of the nearest shower head.

Kitt bent down once more, but now picked up the shaving gel and razor, walked over to me and started placing. smearing, then lathering the gel into a fluffy and puffy cloud on my face. The thick and white cream sizzled as he placed it all along my lower face and a little around the eye brows. I had very little facial hair, but if I didn't touch it for a couple of weeks, it would look like a light "five o'clock shadow."

He lifted the 5-blade razor to my cheeks and my head cocked back as my hands slightly raised to guard myself from whatever this was. Kitt slightly lowered the razor and shook his head with a partially annoyed smile. "If you can't tell, I've done this several thousand times. I know what I am doing." My eyes darted around 'til they focused on Kitt as I replied, "Yeah, and I have never had another man shave me before. So, sorry if I don't trust a guy with sharp blades at my neck."

"I'm not David," Kitt said cold and matter-of-factly as his shoulders dropped stiff. He continued, "I like to take care of my toys before I play with them. Simple as that. I've taken care of you this far, I will continue, whether you wish it or not. So... easy way?" Reluctantly, with a second-guessed raise, I eventually dropped my guard and lifted up my chin to give him a better angle. The cream was more wiped away than it was cut or scraped, as there was little to be shaved off. But I felt the pull of what little hair there was as it was cut away. Kitt was focused. Attentive. With just a hint of tenderness.

With my face fresh and even smoother, I watched as he did a final spot check, before nodding approval and then grabbing my left arm at the wrist and raising it up high, exposing my armpit as he lathered it with cream as well. It was so abrupt it kept me off guard. "Surprising, for a lifeguard with a background in swimming, I would expect you to ritually shave yourself."

I wasn't sure if he was insulting or being curious, but I responded coyly with, "Well I haven't raced since high school. And I maybe jump in to save someone once a week as a life guard, and its never strenuous. Except one time there was an obese lady that fell in when chasing her brat." I held back a giggle as he lathered the very ticklish area of my armpits. I never shaved my armpits, even back in high school. But we would all shave our legs, arms, and facial hair. So this was... new.

Kitt lectured, "An athlete that's not doing everything they can to win, doesn't want to win at all." I playfully retorted, "How absolutist of you." The razor scraped, cut, and pulled away at the small, black bush of hair under my arm. Kitt eyed it after the final swipe of the razor, rinsed it, and repeated with the other arm. He continued, "Maybe you are comfortable with losing. Maybe, you like to lose." I distorted my chin and eyebrows in confusion and voiced, "Who likes to lose?" Kitt finished with right armpit and pushed my hand back down to my side.

He ran his hand all across my chest nodded with a tight-lipped approving grunt, and then traced down to my stomach with my faint happy trail made way to my short and groomed pubes. He dropped to his knees and started to lather them up and shave them as well, slowly bring the razor below my belly button and down to the pubes. I tensed up.

Finally answering my question, Kitt said, "Someone who likes it when other people have power over them. Especially when they flaunt it." As he spoke he was now stretching my ball-sack and gently shaving away at what little pubes I had missed or allowed down there. "And I think you like it, Cody." He turned me around and spread my legs, caressing my cheeks as he lathered them up and shaved them as well. "I think you like it a lot."

Gently, he slipped a finger in my hole as he shaved what little hair was back there on the cheeks. "And I think you are scared to admit just how much you like it." He pulled the finger out, and I felt a small shiver crawl up my spine and down my arms. He spread my cheeks and shaved so close to the hole, I could feel the metal touch my starfish ever so lightly.

Once done he moved to a single knee with the other propped up, and had me place my foot on his thigh. And from this Captain Morgan stance, he shaved each leg. I couldn't take my eyes off him as he finished preparing my body. He was methodical, precise, and focused. He knew exactly what he was going to do before he did it.

Kitt stood up and admired his handy work. I stepped back into the shower and let the heated water wash over me, before stepping back out into the steam away from the water. Kitt nodded and spoke, "And now you look like you should."

"You didn't like me before?" I asked Kitt slyly. "You looked fine before," he said, "but now you look like you care. Now you show discipline. And every man needs discipline in his life." He shut off the water and led me to the wall where our towels hung on hooks. We dried ourselves off and I put the towel back on the hook. Kitt stopped after he was dry, but then gave me one more pass-through with his own towel, making sure I was completely dry. I felt goosebumps all over as the chiller air hit my drying skin.

He then wrapped the towel around me and started to walk towards the door, "Wait right there. I need to grab something." I stood there by one of the benches in the locker room, staring at the dark blue, metallic lockers lining the walls of the room. I looked back at the shower bay as steam dissipates into the air, escaping through vents and even a small quarter-window.

Why wasn't I running?

David kicked my ass when I tried, but he was gone. And Kitt left me alone. There's a window there, an emergency exit down at the back of the locker room, and Kitt either walked outside or upstairs, so I had plenty of time to run. So why was I still fucking frozen. I spaced out into the distance of the room for who knows how long, until I heard the patter of Kitt's bare feet around the corner and eventually he strolled into the locker room. He was shouldering a large duffle bag, one from the closet in David's office.

He also had a step ladder with him, and brought it into the shower bay and placed it in the very center. He looked up at the ceiling and went back to the duffle bag. I stood there watching, slightly puzzled but slightly curious about his actions. The ZIIIUUUUP of this bag was slower and thicker. And from it, he pulled some leather cuffs with a metallic loop between them. He slapped them in his hand and motioned for me to come to him.

I obeyed and then he pulled each of my hands out and buckled them in the thick leather straps at the wrists. It was tight, but there was some soft lining on the insides, maybe fur or cloth, that made it tolerable. My hands were now bound in front of me at the wrist. "Well at least you aren't drowning me like David did and playing out a rescue fantasy with my life." I eyed the leather cuffs in a coy yet approving way. He pulled out a long and thinner but pure leather strap with a hook on each end, ones that resembled carabiners. He pulled me gently but directly by the cuffs over to the the step ladder and stopped me at the side of it and he in front of it.

He looked over at me popped his eyebrows high and his eyes wide, then looked up at a large hook screwed into the ceiling. Promptly he took his stride up the steps and tossed the long leather strap over the hook, and pulled down the other side of the strap. He stayed on the stepladder and reached down for my hands.

Reluctantly I gave him my bound hands and he lifted them to meet the straps. He hooked each carabiner into the loop of the cuffs and then started adjusting the length of the strap. As he adjusted it pulled my arms up towards the ceiling. At first, it was too much, and I had to stand on my tip-toes. I let out a, "uhhhh..." and Kitt took notice and gave some more slack. Eventually it was to where I could stand upright, but my hands would need to be at my face's height and could not drop any further. It allowed me to bend my arms at the elbows 90 degrees.

I had done some BDSM stuff with a few guys in the past, but it was mostly just tying to a bed and then fucking, and they rarely lasted more than a few minutes. So I wasn't worried about standing for a few minutes if that's what Kitt wanted.

Finally, Kitt spoke up and said, "Well, unlike David pretending to save a drowning twink in the pool, this isn't a fantasy of mine. This is for you."

I let out a little laugh and said, "Okay sure. Well this ain't my scene."

"No Cody, you misunderstand. This is to help teach you. To train you. This is to give you discipline."

"Discipline?" I decried. "You're joking, right."

"No. I am not. Just like you aren't or weren't disciplined with your body enough as an athlete, you aren't disciplined enough to take my cock."

"Oh really?" I said. "I've taken dicks just as big as yours before."

"Oh have you?" Kitt continued, "I imagine it probably takes you what, 5, 10, maybe 15 minutes of fingering and rimming before hand. Maybe some training butt-plugs before that. And that's all after you clean out as well."

I stood there silently as he continued, feeling like my sexual history was being psychoanalyzed by a literal psycho. Whatever charm we had was all but faded.

Kitt went further, "That's how it is with most guys. Because most guys lack discipline. And that's okay, for an okay sex life with okay guys. But I'm not an okay guy. I'm the fucking best. And I fuck like the best. And I only fuck the best. You aren't the best, Cody. But I'll make you the best when I'm done."

"Come again now?" His narcissism was bleeding out so much the floor was wet again. I asked again but this time I no longer hid the sarcasm, "How, oh master, can I learn this skill from you?"

"Simple," Kitt said. He went over to the bag and pulled out his golf shorts, unfastening and pulling out the belt within them. As he walked back over to me, belt in one hand, and starting to rub his cock to attention, he spoke, "Every time you wince, whine, shirk, shrug, or react in anyway to my cock inserting itself into you, I will pull back out and give you 1 lashing on the ass with this belt. This will continue until I can walk up behind you, fill you with my cock, and you refrain from any reaction whatsoever. Discipline, Cody. Control your body. A good boy should always be able to take Daddy's cock on demand."

He walked back to the bag, popped open a bottle of lube, and lathered his surging cock. Then he walked over to me, and disappeared behind me. A hand placed on my hip. I felt his massive mushroom-head plant against my tight, pink, and now hairless and clean hole. He pushed in gently enough, but it still felt a little sharp. "Hmph," I sharply let out with an attempt to muffle.

The tip pulled back. I felt his warmth leave me.

WHACK!!!

A sting morphed into a burn. My toes curled then straightened as I reactively attempted to escape the pain, but the leather binds from the ceiling and around my hands kept me so close, I could walk no more than a couple of feet away. In the chaos I spun around and faced my attacker.

Kitt stood there, as cold as ice, and said, "One." Then he raised a hand, pointed a finger down, and twirled it, commanding me to spin around. His cock flicked and stood at nearly 45 degrees with anticipation.

Kitt knew exactly what he was going to do before he did it.

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To be continued...

The following is a work of fiction. All parties depicted are 18 years of age or older.

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My eyes fluttered open with heaviness when I regained consciousness. I didn't know how long it had been. I hardly remembered any detail before I drifted off... except the overwhelming pleasure that has now left me, leaving me feeling hollow.

Most of my body felt numb, I could only stare at the ceiling mirror. I saw myself lying with my limbs spread, my stomach and chest still stained. As I regained sensation, I felt stinging on my right ass cheek. Feeling it with my hand, it was tender. I positioned myself to see why in the mirror above me. It appeared that they had decided to tattoo my name on my ass.

"B99"

I didn't know why, but I guess the... staff? The staff here all also had their name tattooed on their body.

My door clicked open, and three men walked in. I only recognized F08, who walked behind the other two. The guy in front was almost as muscular T51, only a bit shorter. He still easily dwarfed me, though. He flashed a friendly smile as I saw him, which contrasted with his buzz-cut hair and scars on his chest and face, giving me the impression of a war veteran. T33 was tattooed on his chest.

Behind T33 was guy with dark skin and a bulky and muscular physique similar to F08. Unlike F08, who often wore a deadpan expression, this man seemed to share the same enthusiasm as T33. F10 was tattooed on his chest. With him, I can see he carries a large bag in his right hand.

"Hey, champ!" T33 greeted. It was then that I realised that T51's routine and morning greeting were the only things keeping track of time for me in this windowless room.

"What? How.... how long was I out?"

"Oh, that's not important," T33 dismissed. "What's important is that you passed your first phase! Congrats!" He put up a double thumbs up. Meanwhile, F10 and F08 set aside the bag on top of a table and pulled out a bunch of equipment which made me worry.

"Anyway, today and for the next few days is the reconstruction phase." T33 continues. "We will remake your physical body. We're also going to remake your mind to better serve the purpose of an Atlaslave product, but that will be with the other guys after us.

" Now, the entire process should feel easier and less painful than your previous phase, but you'll have less time to rest. Expect some more fatigue in the coming days, so be prepared!"

It's hard to be prepared when I didn't know what's going to happen, but T33 didn't elaborate further. The next thing I knew, F08 and F10 yanked my arms to the edge of the bed and restrained it.

My mind was sluggish and didn't respond to what was happening. Before I knew it, my legs were also tied to the edge of the bed, leaving me spread eagle.

"I believe T51 has already done some minor modifications." T33 put a lubbed finger to my hole as he said this, making me flinch. "Now we're just going to finish it up with the rest of the required medifications."

F10 passed T33... something. It looked like beads linked together to form a long chain that ends with a handle. It didn't register to me what it could be, but a few seconds later, my question was answered as T33 started inserting it into me.

"Don't resist, just feel it." The individual bead looked small from where I saw it, but as it pushes into my sphincter, I can feel it stretching for a split second before my hole swallows it. This sensation repeated for every bead that T33 pushes into me. I don't fight back, of course. In fact, I think I'm now more receptive. With each bead inserted and the full feeling slowly returning to my anus, my prick grows warmer and bigger.

I was so focused on what was happening below me that I didn't notice that F10 and F08 were sticking some electrodes into my arms, legs, abs, chest, and balls. They stick with adhesive, not unlike an ECG, but it doesn't take doctor to know it served other purpose than recording your heart activity. I did fear that they were going to shock me or something. F08 finished it off by clasping a clip to both of my nipples. It hurts, but only a little.

T33 continued to push the beads inside. I started to wonder how long that thing was as it continued to push inward; I felt like it threatened to burst into my stomach. My fear is contrasted with the feelings on my body, welcoming each push like a whore.

not a whore, a toy

right

When the push stopped, I was already leaking. T33 stood up

"Just a brief tell on what we're going to do now. These anal beads will finish what T51 started, making sure your hole is always tight and making it more sensitive."

I wasn't sure what "sensitive" is supposed to mean but T33 continued before I manage to ask

"The clips on your nipples will also make you more receptive. The electrodes on your body will augment your musculature, so you don't have to worry about gym sessions anymore. and finally..."

F10 passes two other items to T33: a ring and a transparent cylinder with a long elastic tube on one end. T33 put the ring into my hardened cock. It felt... weird; I think it's making me harden a bit more. I knew where the cylinder meant to be moments before T33 covered my dick with it.

"you will mostly be used for your holes, of course. But some customers might want you to use your dick. So we oblige and ensure our customers get only the highest quality meat." T33 explained.

F08 and F10 were fiddling with a steel panel next to me as T33 was talking. These tools hooked to my body were all connected to the panel. I saw F08 flick a switch, and an overwhelming amount of stimulation took over me.

The electrical jolt from the electrodes was negligible except for the one attached to my balls, which made it feel heavy and a bit sore. The clips on my nipples feel like it was rubbing with differing tension. I didn't think I could be more aroused, but I was. The anal beads were intense. I could feel them deep within me, vibrating and seemingly pulsating. My limb spasms and moans escaped my mouth every time the vibration kicks up now and then. And the cylinder, it was sucking me. More than just a suction force, the walls of the cylinder moved in peristalsis and felt warm. With every suction, my hip automatically thrusts forward, and a more intense moan escaped me.

"This will take a while and will take several sessions," T33 explained while F08 and F10 took position behind my head.

"The process is very energy-intensive, so F08 and F10 will be here to constantly feed you while your body is reconstructed."

When T33 finished his explanation, I felt the familiarity of F08's grasp on my head. His hardened tip slides from my forehead up to my mouth. My jaw was slack open from the intense pleasure, so it was easy for him to put his beer can dick into me. His musk, the taste of his veiny meat, and the torrent of cum that I swallowed gulp by gulp was another pleasure that wormed its way to my crotch area.

It didn't take long until I came. As I did, my hip thrust even harder, like I was convulsing. With my head locked into deepthroating F08, I couldn't see it, but I could imagine the tube from the cylinder taking my cum away.

I trusted three times, then 4... 5... 6... I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. I was held orgasming for an unbelievable time. I moaned loudly in between F08's cumshot. My limbs thrashed and convulsed as my body never felt such intense ecstasy extend for such a long time.

F08's stream of cum ran out, and I lifted my head to see that I was still cumming. That's just impossible. I didn't know how long time had passed, but at least 5 minutes must've already passed.

Another pair of hands grasp my head. It's coarser, and as they tilt my head back, I see F10 is now holding me, with his prick now aimed at my mouth. I took him in. F10's sweaty musk is stronger, and his dick is only slightly girthier than F08, but the size difference feels significant in my mouth. Unlike F08, F10 took time to fuck my mouth first, thrusting wildly a few more times while moaning loudly before he came inside my mouth.

While F08 cums like a steady stream, F10 cums violently like a hose. His cum splattered and painted every inch of my mouth and throat. The taste was stronger and saltier, with a stronger fruity scent. My entire body spasmed in response, and I thrusted harder. I could feel beads of sweat starting to form on my worked body. It was harder to time my breathing, as F10 cumshots weren't as rhythmic as F08. I choked a few time, and some of his cum went out of my nose. But he doesn't seem to mind. It honestly looked like he just enjoys making me struggle.

When F10 finally lets go, I glanced again at my dick. No more cum manages to spurt out, but inside the cylinder, my cock still throbs in violent orgasm. Again, a pair of hands pull my head back; F08 has tagged in to replace F10 to feed me more cum.

I didn't know how long the treatment was. I lost any will to track time. I didn't remember how much F08 and F10 tagged in and out of my mouth. I honestly expected my stomach to be bloated with their cum, but it wasn't. I guess this whole thing "process" really takes a lot.

When the machinery stopped, my body flopped limply to the bed. I stared emptily ahead, not registering the reflection on the ceiling mirror. F08 and F10 took off the clips and electrode. When T33 took off the cylinder, I felt my dick fall heavily to my stomach. It felt a bit tender, but I saw that it is unwounded. T33 took his time in taking off the anal beads, which I am grateful for, as every bead exiting me felt painful enough to elicit tears.

After the contraptions were off of me, F08 undone my restraints, and I could feel the soreness of my wrist and ankle from my earlier struggle. I took a few seconds to recollect myself and found that I felt empty. As fucked up as it is, I wanted to feel something. Even being violated?

I shook my head at that thought, and T33 seemed to notice.

"it might be easier if you just fully give yourself to it," he says as he tidied up the contraptions into the bag they came from. F08 and F10 went and exited ahead, while T33 continued.

"you're not going to have time to rest yet, I'm afraid. Your mind reconstruction is right up next."

As T33 heads for the door, the door opens to a group of men. They nodded to T33 and entered after he left. Six men now stood in front of me. They brought with them another bag and a giant foldable round table. I was still under the haze from the prolonged orgasm. It's hard to focus, but I saw that all of them had a T-number tattoo.

One of them spoke up, I focused on seeing the designation, T65.

"Had fun?" he jest. The men had set down the table and are now encircling me. If I didn't know the situation any better, I would think I was in a bodybuilding competition match with how buff these men were. Or a literal dick-measuring contest, noting how endowed all of they were. One of the men opened the bag, and out from it were animal masks.

"you will need your full concentration for this one. So you don't have to waste time remembering our names, we'll just use these." T65 explained while doning a tiger mask.

All of them wore their masks, one of tiger, elephant, rooster, gorilla, wolf, and eagle. With their expressions covered, they felt more intimidating.

"Get on the table, please," the one with the elephant mask said. I did so, noting I would certainly have no chance fighting against six massive bodybuilders. As I clumsily lifted myself to the table, the men handled me so that I lay on my chest with my arms and legs spread. I flinched as restraints were used back to my still-sore wrists and ankles. I looked forward, facing an erect cock right in front of me, I looked up to see the owner wearing the rooster mask.

"Now, we're going to fuck you in the mouth and then in the ass," he said bluntly.

"you should concentrate on how it feels. The shape, size, structure, taste, and smell of our cocks. The taste, smell, and viscosity of our cum."

I didn't fully register what Rooster-mask said, only concentrating at his dick which is now pressed against my lips.

"Now, this is Rooster." His cock entered me. He wasn't as big as anyone that raped me so far, but it still filled my mouth to full. He thrustsed in and out as I resign myself to being his toy.

"Hey! Don't just do nothing, use your tongue! How are you going to tell anything about my cock if you just do nothing!"

His reprimand startled me, but I did as he said, using my tongue to feel his rod as he continued his thrusting. His member wasn't very veiny, it was straight and, I guess a bit musky. I didn't understand what he wanted me-

Before I finished my thought, Rooster came. He placed his cock head at the tip of my tongue so his cum flowed slowly upon my tongue to my throat. It was a different taste from F08 for sure, frutier. It's hard to tell since he doesn't cum as much.

I noticed that Rooster was still hard after he left my mouth. Sure enough, he walked behind me. With my saliva as lube, he thrusted his member in slowly. It doesn't matter that he was smaller; my hole was forever tight, and it hurts. I let out a scream, which was met with a slap in the ass.

"focus. You need to concentrate on my cock." Rooster commanded, but I ignored him. The pain was intense. It was only when he was all inside me that I could tell something was different. It was like there were more sensory nerves inside my anus. While Rooster started moving in and out of me, I could feel the detail and architecture of his cock. As he moves faster, a familiar sense of pleasure started accompanying the pain. Despite being emptied from my torment with T33, I came. As I did, I could feel Rooster's member pulsate. Each throb splattered warm cum, with which Rooster painted my anus with. I could feel the viscous flow as it slides deeper into me.

The other five men then took turns following Rooster's assault. First was Tiger, bigger than Rooster and slightly bent to the right. I felt the prominent vein on top of it with my tongue. His cum was fishy and saltier. I came again after he fucked me in the ass, splattering his more watery cum inside me. Next was Wolf, then Eagle, then Elephant. When Elephant had my ass, it was already too much. There was a haze on my mind, and I couldn't concentrate anymore. I could already feel my memory of Rooster slipping away.

After the six men left their mark twice on me each, I thought that was it. I realised I was wrong when Elephant started reaching for the bag again, retrieving a black blindfold. Elephant tied the blindfold tightly to my head until I felt it push my eyeballs in.

"Now..." one of the men spoke, but I couldn't tell who. "This time, two of us will fuck you from both holes at random. To pass this phase, you simply have to identify them."

That's why they want me to "feel" their cocks and cum? so I can "get to know" them?

"How- but- I can't-" Before I could protest, I was spun. I guess that was the purpose of the table. When I stopped spinning, two cocks immediately barged entry to my mouth and ass. I fell into even further despair. After all the things I went through, being used by two men at once brought me a new feeling of shame that eclipsed the pain from the violent thrusting I was receiving from both of my holes.

I nearly forgot what I was supposed to do. I try to concentrate, to remember what I can from the previous individual rape session. But I can't. My head is foggy, and I don't even know how I'm supposed to concentrate on both of my holes at once. The two men came at the same time, and I also failed to identify anything from the cum flowing inside me.

"State your answer. Who was at your mouth, and who was at your ass." a voice rang out. I didn't know the answer, I simply croaked two random names

"m-mouth... was Rooster. And... and ass was Wolf."

There was silence and then a sigh.

"No... that is incorrect. We'll try again," and then the table spins again. When it stopped, my holes were again assaulted with two different rods.

This time, I steeled myself from the beginning, determined to be correct, if only to release myself from this torment. But even when I tried as hard as I can, I couldn't tell who this is. The girth in my mouth was unlikely to be Rooster, it's very veiny... maybe Eagle? Is it crooked? It's hard to tell. Especially when another cock is ramming into my ass. The one raping my anus is bigger, and he thrusts deeper. Maybe Elephant?

As I tried to play detective with the cocks inside me, they came. I try to analyse the liquid pouring into my mouth, sweet and fruity. Oh, maybe Rooster? I was so focused on tasting the cum on my tongue that I didn't register anything from the liquid that sprayed into my anus.

"State your answer." Another voice rang out.

"uhmm... Eagle... and Elephant. Eagle was in my mouth, and Elephant was in my ass."

Another silence. And then, another sigh

"No..."

I braced myself to be spun once more, but instead, they took off my blindfold.

Eagle was speaking. "mouth and ass respectively; it was Tiger and Eagle, and then Rooster and Gorilla."

Wolf continued from Eagle. "This is your first session. We don't expect you to pass right away, but it is disheartening that you didn't even get one correct."

My restraints were undone, and I jumped off the table as the other men tidied up. I looked down as I felt a bit dejected at Wolf's statement. But why?

They all took off their mask as they left. The man who was Elephant left behind

"You'll have a little bit of free time before dinner. After that is your mandatory porn watch and then bedtime." Elephant relayed before stepping towards me. I reflexively step back at the approach of the towering figure.

"And in the next session, wrong answers will have consequences. So concentrate." With that, Elephant left with the door locked behind him.

Does anyone have a longer version of this video.

https://barebackbastards.com/85813/wimpy-gay-sauna-twink-with-issues-takes-a-muscle-bear-load/

(Sorry if it was posted earlier)

Would love to chat with any dominant or sadistic guys who are interested in fantasies of tying up and fucking straight guys (like those straighthell or breederfuckers videos). I’m especially interested in fantasizing about my straight coworkers/friends/roommates and how much fun it would be to breed them like toys.

Does anyone know where to find the whole video?