The room was still drenched in total darkness as you woke up. The thin piece of cloth which acted as your bed doing little to shield your body from the hard metal floor. You couldn’t be sure for how long you’ve been here. It felt like it’s been weeks since you’ve seen the sun, or people other than your captors or your “clients”. Your arms reflexively crossed over in front of your chest as you sat up, cowering on the floor, shivering, as your “clothes” didn’t help at all with the cold. If you could even call them clothes. You were stripped down the day you were taken, and either out of some fetish of your guards or for the purpose of humiliating you even further you were handed a set of what could best be described as _sexy underwear_ – bright pink panties that barely contained you member and a matching bra which now hung in front of your flat chest. There really wasn’t any need to them, it’s not like anyone who’d step into your cell wouldn’t end up seeing you naked anyway. As that was your job for now. A *sex slave*. A job you didn’t choose. Or ever wanted.
The past few months may have been the worst in your entire life. You lost your job. Your now ex-girlfriend kicked you out and you could not afford the rent in your new place. Against your better judgement you “borrowed” some money from a loan business in the shadier part of town. _There was no way you could pay it back_, and they made it clear that you’d only get one chance to pay off your debts. After which they’d get their money through… _alternative_ means.
You’ve always had a rather feminine physique, which might be the reason they “employed” you in the way that they had. Smooth skin, nice curves and big blue eyes that possibly saved you from ending up in some snuff film. Although you didn’t know if this was any better.
You “serviced” clients almost constantly. Apparently, you were in high demand. A cold comfort. As even though you were allowed to shower in between each client, a day work still made you feel dirty. And most of all: _used_. Not only was it emotionally damaging it was also physically demanding. These people would manhandle you all day long, wrangle you into uncomfortable positions before stuffing your holes with their hard cocks. And at the end of the day, the plate of what could generously be described as “food”, was just enough to keep you going. Keeping you malnourished was one of the ways they’d keep you passive and docile for the clients, so you wouldn’t put up much of a fight. Something you rarely did these days anyway.
You’ve never cum from penetration alone, and the guards took notice, much to your dismay. Some of the guests took it as a challenge, either fucking you as hard as they could for as long as they could or tying you up and playing with your prostate with all manner of toys and vibrators, trying to get you to cum. You got close a few times, against your will of course, but you never finished without some stimulation on your dick. It was _agonizing_. All the toys still felt good. The pleasure centers of your brain were going into overdrive, but you just couldn’t finish. Even worse was when some of the clients decided on punishing after for not being able to cum.
Whips, floggers, paddles, shockers, clamps, gags. They had _everything_. And as far as the organization was concerned, you were their property. The only thing the guests had to do was not cause any permanent damage. When the sadists got a hold of you, those were the worst days. The company scheduled most of them on the same day. You’d think this was to torture you even more but in actuality it was a logistical decision. Letting them have their way with you on one day would ensure you wouldn’t be marked up when other, more “normal”, clients came in.
One day, on one of the bad days, you woke up just as the stinging, cold, bright light at the top of your cell turned on. “Cell” was also a generous description. You were seemingly being held in an old shipping container. One of those you’d see on a big boat. It was spacious, but most of it was out of reach because you were chained to a pole in the middle of the room with a pad locked metal collar. The collar _never_ came off while you were there, probably so even if you were to run away, you wouldn’t be free until you got it off. And if someone from the organization spotted you before that happened, you could be captured again.
Looking around the container, there was nothing to see except the blank metal walls you’ve grown accustomed to. You didn’t know what else you expected. Just as your eyes adjusted to the light you heard the cell door being unlocked and a loud, metallic screeching as it slid open. Even though you covered your ears as the sound reverberated through the walls, it was still loud enough to make your head spin. One of your handlers stood in the door with his keyring in one hand. He was wearing the standard org attire – a formal white suit, white pants, and a black button up underneath. The only color in the whole outfit stems from a purple handkerchief neatly folded and tucked in the outer chest pocket of the suit. You always thought that the get up was odd, seeming way too nice considering their business ventures. But there was no time to ponder that juxtaposition as he made his way into your cell and undid your chain from the pole. He led you to the shower, as usual, and let you clean up for 5 minutes exactly. After putting your leash back on you were escorted to the “_service room_”.
It was intimidating the first time you saw it, now only causing a sick feeling to build within your stomach. It looked rather nice at a first glance. Red satin walls, dim lighting, a really big bed in the center of one of the walls, but then you’d see the other walls. All of them were _covered_ in sex toys and other paraphernalia. Something was different this time as noticed a wooden chair in the center of the room. You didn’t know what it was for, but you knew it wasn’t good. As you stepped closer you saw the chair had straps on the arm rests and at the front legs. You also noted that the board you’d sit on had a cutout in the middle of it, right where your asshole and your cock and balls would be.
“Take your clothes off and sit down. The clients almost here.” The voice of the man who brought you here echoed out from behind. You did as you were told, knowing better than to disobey them at this point. As soon as you lowered yourself into the chair, the man was already beginning to strap you in. The feeling was new. Sitting down but still feeling the cold air around your entrance and your loins. You took a couple deep breaths, trying to prepare yourself for what would come next.
The client arrived soon after. He was a first-timer, or at least he’s never had you before since he seemed strangely familiar with the service room. As he stepped in you could see him quickly scan his surroundings, only giving you a passing glance before walking over to one of the toy walls with big, purposeful steps. He was about 50 years old, but his hair was already almost completely gray. It was kept short and combed back, probably to cover a bald spot. He also had a short well-trimmed beard. His outfit stood out to you – a dark purple pinstripe suit, and pants to match. You didn’t know if the color match meant he had any position within the organization, or if he was just wearing it to fit in, but it didn’t really matter to you.
He was eying over the toy collection, clearly looking for something specific. His whole body jumped a little as he found what he wanted. _A light gray plastic box_. Quickly grabbing a hand full of wires, pads, and clamps he made his way back over to you. He set the box down near the chair and you could see one of the employees immediately jump into action, running a cable from a wall outlet hidden underneath the fabric of the walls to the gray device. You swallowed as you slowly realized what you were in for, but you didn’t want to show your fear. That would just turn the guy on even more. It took a little while until he connected everything to his liking, but when he was done, he didn’t waste any time. Either because he was paying by the hour or because he was just _that excited_.
You flinched as you perceived the leathery skin on his hands grab your balls through the chair. He wasn’t being gentle, but the thing that surprised you was how cold they were. You felt him stick two of the pads on your scrotum. They were frigid as well. The metal pressing against your _sensitive skin_. He checked the straps on your hands and feet again before looking down at the device, and then back at you, his face wearing an excited grin.
You heard a soft click followed by a sharp, painful tingling in your balls. You yelped and your body arched forward in the chair. The pain was manageable, but it left you panting in your restraints. The man chuckled at your predicament. You wanted to cry at once, but you resisted. His grayish green eyes closely studying your body when he seemingly got an idea. He got up and walked over to the wall, leaving the device as it was. You saw a dark green silicone sleeve which was open on one side in his hand as he returned. He pried it open slightly and let it close around your limp dick. It felt _cold_, but still soft. It wasn’t uncomfortable but the sensation made you flinch nonetheless. He secured it with a small, wide rubber band in the same green color. After one more button press the toy sprung into action and _vibrated aggressively_ on your cock, which slowly began to stiffen, despite the growing pain in your testicles. A soft moan escaped your throat as it turned on, but you hope that he overheard you. Your cock bobbed up and hardened with every heartbeat. Soon you were fully stiff and your girth in combination the rubber band meant there was _no escape_ from the rumbling stimulating your tip and shaft.
He left you in that state for a while. The hot tingling on your scrotum getting progressively more painful and your cock being constantly stimulated by the silicone toy. Your hips started to involuntarily twitch. Either because the stinging got to much or the vibrations weren’t enough, perhaps both. It became harder to hide your moans the closer got to cumming, the toy apparently pulsing right on your delicate glands. You noticed him sporadically reaching for the box that was shocking your balls and you felt the fear growing each time he did, although he never turned up the current as far as you could tell.
All of the sudden he stood up a little straighter and pushed your torso back against the chair. Your eyes dart around the room until they lock onto his other hand in which he’s holding _two electrical clamps_. The wires running down towards the box. You audibly gulped. His intentions clear. Your whole body quivering as he brought the first clamp close to your left nipple. His smirk growing wider as he saw your fear. The moment the metal touched your skin you _howled_ from the pain. Your torso twitching as if you were trying to shake it off. His _laughing_ made the situation immeasurably worse. You felt his large hand grab your other shoulder. There was no chance you could fight him off as he put on the second clamp on, triggering a similar yowl to the first. Tears were gathering in your eyes from the pain and humiliation, but you quickly attempt to blink them away. He noticed this and chuckled heartily. “Don’t fight it. _I want to see you cry!_”.
He grabbed the back of your head and forced you to look into his eyes. His delighted expression giving you all the more reason to try and struggle against it. “You’re a tough one, aren’t you?” Your disobedience seemingly just rousing him up. Letting go of you, he went to get some more toys as you were left twitching and shivering in the chair. He came back with a _ball gag_ in his hand. “We wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself. Open your mouth!” Your jaw clamped shut with all the power you had left. You didn’t know why. You were well aware that this was all futile but for some reason he caused you to roll up all defenses you had left.
“I said open your mouth! I won’t ask again!” He held the gag in front of your mouth, which made you defiantly shake your head. The stinging in your loins and on your nipples should’ve been enough to tell you that this was a bad idea. Looking a little disappointed, but not any less confident, he reached down and cupped your balls in his other hand. Pressing the electric pads against your tender skin, worn down by the constant current. The burning was enough to cause the tears to return, but not enough to make you listen. “What a shame…” He said as he closed his hands completely around your testicles and gripped them firmly. It hurt and you felt the pain shoot right up to your stomach. With every second you didn’t listen he’d tighten his hand. You only lasted a few seconds before you cried out. Your whine being cut short as he stuffed the gag in your mouth and closed it tight around your head.
“Now. __This__ is for being so difficult.” He said as he knelt back down and began to crank the current on the gray device. You felt the stinging in your nipples and your balls grow exponentially. Like _millions_ of needles penetrating your skin. A scream tore from your body as the electricity surged. A pain like this was beyond _anything_ you’ve ever experienced, and your body was shaking uncontrollably. You heard the gag deform slightly as your jaw tried to clamp down. Ideals you’d always held went out the window as your eyes looked at him pleadingly, _begging_ him to turn it down as tears were streaming down your cheeks. His face is something you’ll probably never forget. He finally got what he wanted – you were screaming, and crying, and begging. Most hauntingly of all, his eyes lit up as if he was looking at the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
The vibrations rattling on your somehow still hard cock were almost completely drowned out by the electricity and you might have forgotten they were even there if he hadn’t reached down and turned the toy up to a _way higher level_. The combination of the pleasure and the immense pain might be enough to drive you _crazy_, but you stomach sank as he stood up and pulled his dick out of his pants. It was at least __12 inches long__ and with the girth to match. You weren’t sure where he would put it as your mouth was already stuffed, up until the point when he grabbed the back of the chair and tipped it forward, leaving your face on the floor and your _ass pointed up in the air_. You couldn’t see him, but he was lubing up his cock and kneeling down behind you.
A mixture of a yelp and a moan escaped behind your gag as his tip pressed against your entrance. You’ve taken bigger things in your ass before, in this room no less, but _not like this_. You were scared of what it might do to you. He pushed in, your hole stretching around his _massive girth_. Your member had been stimulated for so long now, it left your prostate swollen and aching as you could feel _each and every vein_ as his cock slid past it. A groan echoing through the room as he bottomed out and his pelvis pressed against your ass cheeks. He began moving his hips and the pleasure was enough to make you go cross-eyed. As his veiny meat stirred up your insides and the toy buzzed against your cock you could feel an orgasm build within you. You didn’t want to cum. Not like _this_. Not with _him_. But there was no way you could prevent it if he went on fucking you like this.
He was _relentless_. Thrusting into you again and again. Hitting new spots and massaging your prostate in new ways every time. It wasn’t long before you felt him start to twitch within you, as he was getting close as well. Your legs started to quiver even harder than before and the feeling on your dick was creeping up and covering your whole body, a pleasant tingling spreading out from your special spot. Your breath was tattered, and a small puddle of drool had collected underneath the gag. The cock in your ass was _speeding up_ again and the force of the ___greatest orgasm___ you had ever felt hit you like a _tidal wave_. Your cock spurt _huge loads of cum_ onto the floor and your ass pulsed against his girth. The bliss was so great it left your _ears ringing_, and your body was writhing for as long as he kept thrusting into you. Soon after he bottomed out one last time and began to shoot _thick_, _sticky ropes of cum_ into you. Panting heavily after he finished, he slowly pulling out. He cleaned himself up and put his pants back on. You were still so dazed you didn’t even notice that the device still hadn’t been turned off. His cum dripped down from your hole onto the floor beneath as he stood the chair back up. With a click he turned the box off and you collapsed into the chair. The toy still buzzing hard enough on your sensitive tip to slowly get uncomfortable. The man said his goodbyes to the guards and walked out of the room, giving you one last glance as he closed the door behind him.
You were quickly unstrapped from the chair and your first action was to take off the toy from your _battered dick_. In your disoriented state there was no way you’d figure out how to turn it off, so you just limply let it fall to the floor, too busy gathering strength to get up and walk over to the shower. But after a short while you’ve recovered to the point where you could clean yourself up, only to be sent _right back to the room you’ve just escaped_.
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