“One Night in Prague”

By

Jotto

Chapter Two

The butcher wiped his finger on his apron as he spat out the drop of Stephan.

The butcher turned to the driver, “I believe room one zero five is vacant. Put him in there after you strip him and incinerate all of his belongings. And then plug him in to the milking machine and pump him dry. Oh, since we’ve had a big haul this week, we’re out of shackles, so you’re going to have to use some rope. And since he’s very flexible, make sure the knots are tight. Now, I shouldn’t have to repeat myself but, once again, absolutely no fucking him until his balls are empty, understood?”

The driver reluctantly agreed, “Okay, fine, no fucking until he’s empty.”

The butcher patted his cohort on the shoulder, “You did good, this was a good catch. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to preparing that Norwegian before the drug in him wears off of him.”

Once the butcher left, the driver waisted no time stripping Stephan’s body bare. Stephan was completely lackadaisical as he watched his body being stripped naked of all his possessions while his cock drooled profusely. And while he was being stripped down, Stephan could see into the next room where a gorgeous young Norwegian male bodybuilder was hung upside down by his ankles. And standing in front of him was the butcher who was savoring the moment of the first cut.

Both that Norwegian bodybuilder and the Stephan would have been horrified in their normal state of mind, but under the influence of the 4:19, neither of them had a care in the world. The Norwegian was as content as a dumb lamb about to be slaughtered and just stared off to infinity as the butcher slid the knife across different parts of his body while a stupefied Stephan was just as content to watch as his clothes, jewelry, wallet and cellphone were tossed into a fiery furnace. Then just as the butcher decided his first cut into the Norwegian bodybuilder’s manhood, he placed his freshly sharpened blade at the base of his cock. But before the butcher could plunge the blade into the groin of the bodybuilder, a dispassionate Stephan lost sight of this potentially gory sight as his naked body was jerked off the table and flung onto the shoulder of the driver like a sloppy bag of potatoes.

Stephan was taken down a long corridor of doors labeled with consecutive numbers starting with one hundred. Drops of percolating pre-cum falling from his chemically stimulated cock dotted the floor marking his path like breadcrumbs left by Hansel and Gretel. And awaiting him like the witches oven was the dark and dank room numbered, one, zero, five.

From the room, screams and woeful moans could be heard filling the air like a macabre Muzak. The driver’s heavy footsteps echoed ominously between the many doors with the added weight of a zombified Stephan flung over his shoulder. The footsteps grew loader and louder and were dreaded by all the anguishing men that were locked up and being tortured behind each door. And as the driver would walk past each door, there was an infinitesimal bit of relief from the imprisoned man behind each door he passed. And the footsteps came to an ominous end as the driver with a coil of rope in hand paused at the entrance to the room of one, zero, five, with a naked and blazé Stephan on his shoulder. And all that was in the room was a lonely and faded red chair that if it could talk would never stop screaming of the horrors that it had been a part of.

The driver plopped Stephan onto the faded red chair and quickly tied him down. It was a routine that he had done so many times before that he had Stephan hogtied to that chair faster than a rodeo cowboy could have tied up a bull. In Stephan’s drugged state, he and his drooling cock could have been left there slumped over in the chair and he wouldn’t have moved, but the driver knew the narcotic would wear off before too long and did his best to secure him to the little chair with a dark history. Then the driver went off to get the milking equipment that was needed to drain the young man’s nuts while the torpid and hapless lad sat captive in the cement tomb of a room.

Stephan also had a tiny bit of dark side to him too for on nights when he wanted to go wild, he would do a very small hit of crystal. He was no angle, but he was no devil either, just somewhere in between. Yes, he liked to party but only on a level of someone who could be considered a teetotaler. He used responsibly, and more important in this case, he used right before he stepped out of the hotel. This was quickly becoming a good thing for the crystal meth he had snorted earlier was at odds with the 4:19 and there was a chemical battle for supremacy taking place in his young body. The crystal had made his metabolism even more hyper than it usually was breaking down and wearing off the 4:19 faster than it typically would have lasted. This allowed Stephan to come out of the imposed lethargy he was bogged down with. He slowly regained some of his will, at least enough to become curious of his surroundings and to be concerned about his fate.

Stephan looked about the room as he daintily tested the ropes restraining him, but he was still way too weak from the 4:19. He had the intellect of a trapped sheep and autonomically tugged at the ropes with the mere instinctive desire to be free that any animal would have. The driver was taking a long time to take the milking equipment out of the another poor soul that had his balls completely drained dry in one of the many other rooms. And the longer the driver took, the more Stephan was able to regain some of his cognitive skills. He looked down at his erect cock, and while proud of its stature, he knew that this particular erection was not of his doing and was at least a severe liability at that time.

Then just as Stephan made his first real attempt to break free, he could hear heavy booted footsteps getting closer along with the repetitive squeak of a wheel. Through the glass panel of the door, he recognized the silhouette of the driver coming to halt. The doorknob turned slowly, the hinges whined as door crept open and the glass panel rattled when the door met the wall. And even though the door was opened slowly, the sight of the driver was enough to make Stephan lurch back into the chair. He squinted up at the large man and then at the wheelbarrow full of equipment.

The driver was surprised to see any reaction at all from his young captive. That cruel man has had many years of experience drugging men and quickly deduced what had happened. The driver grabbed Stephan by his jaw and forced him to look him in the eye.

“Did you do drug…up nose? Cocaine or something?”

4:19 also had the side effect of acting like a truth serum and a groggy Stephan couldn’t help but to answer honestly, “Um…yeah, but just a little.”

The driver nearly snapped Stephan’s neck as he released his jaw.

The driver grumbled with disapproving judgement, “You kids today, always with the drugs. What type of life is that?”

Stephan dared to challenge him, “Who the fuck are you to judge me? You don’t think what you’re doing is fucked up?”

The driver shrugged, “Law of jungle, survival of the fittest. I am lion hiding in tall grass, you are clueless baby gazelle hopping along, la, la-la, la-la, when I leap out of grass and get you!”

The driver clapped his meaty hands with a thunderous thwack that resonated off the walls and struck Stephan with enough force to make him jolt back into the chair.

The driver continued, “But, no matter to me. Because of nose candy you take, our drug wear off. So, now this next thing I do… hurt.”

To teach Stephan a cruel lesson, the driver started with the most painful part of the milking procedure and pulled from the wheelbarrow a corrugated metal tube that was still slick with the semen of the last victim it was inserted into. He brutishly grabbed Stephan’s erect cock and shoved the tube in with all the finesse of gutting a fish.

Stephan screamed as the tube was thrust into his majestic cock. Though Stephan was familiar with the practice of sounding, having performed it on himself with the most delicate touch and the smallest of instruments did nothing to prepare him for the onslaught of an uncaring rapist. The driver’s expression was as neutral as a butcher going about his business of slaughtering a cow. He couldn’t have cared less about the pain he was causing as he thrust the tube further and further down Stephan’s thick tube of beaf. Once the tube couldn’t be forced in any deeper into Stephan’s reproductive system, the young man was able to catch his breath as the worst of the physical pain was over. And even though he was horribly violated, Stephan looked upon his cock and was reluctantly intrigued by the sensation of the tube pressing the interior of his hefty manhood.

The driver left him to sob and moan as he went about the mundane business of hooking up rest of the heinous milking contraption that had all the signs of being a do-it-yourself project. The hose shoved into Stephan’s cock was from an industrial kitchen sink. The pump was from a pool supply store. The collection container was an old water bottle. The clamp that held his massive cock in place was meant to hold laboratory beakers in place. But the only thing that wasn’t repurposed was the electro shock gear, it was being used as its designers intended, to torment the genitals of men until they surrendered all the sperm they had to give. And once the electrodes were attached to Stephan’s cock and balls and then turned on to full power, his loins were put into service for the dastardly man that had trapped him. No foreplay, no easy start, just full power causing Stephan to jolt and shudder as his manly organs immediately went into action and surrendered all the precious young and sweet tasting sperm his body could produce. Why were they doing this to him, Stephan wondered as his eyes teared and his fit body convulsed with orgasm after orgasm. Once the driver saw Stephan’s milk was starting to fill the water bottle, he patted Stephan on the head.

“That is good boy. I come back when your balls are empty. But don’t worry, I will give you back sperm, my sperm…up your ass.” The driver laughed.

Stephan defiantly stuttered through the pain of electrically induced orgasms, “F-f-fuck…y-y-you!”

The driver sneered and walked out closing the door behind him. Left alone in the dark, Stephan became certain that his life would be shortened by this horrid contraption. And even if he could survive being milked, these men would surely have their way with him in unspeakable ways. And then it occurred to him that they would have to kill him to cover up their crimes. He wondered if they would then cannibalize his molested body to become meals for the ungodly appetites of despicable men. Stephan wept as he morned the almost certain loss of his young life.