Inspired by an original story commissioned by Romaningarten
Hardy wasn’t sure how long he hung in the air while being anally violated by the machine. By the time the man returned, he was in a mind-fucked state of exquisite agony and sexual excitement. His prostate was now desperately sensitized by the relentless pounding it was receiving. His balls, overly stimulated by his stimulated prostate, had been furiously engaged in spunk production. Unable to eject it, thanks to its rope cage, his swollen pouch hung down painfully between his splayed thighs.
He was so lost in a combination of pleasure and pain that he was barely aware of being lowered to the floor. He had trouble breaking out of his mental state of erotic torture and pleasure to focus his vision on what was around him. Somewhere in the dim recesses of his mind, he heard the man’s voice.
“We begin,” the man rasped as he unhooked the gag’s straps and took the red plastic bone from Hardy’s mouth.
It took a few moments before the muscles in Hardy’s jaw were capable of closing. He gulped in air waiting for what was coming next. All thoughts of resisting were gone. His entire will was fixated on ejaculating. As his world slowly returned into focus, he could hear pitiful whimpering. It took a few seconds for him to realize that these sounds were coming from here. “I need to come,” he was finally able to cry.
“Soon boy,” the man soothingly replied. He pressed a button on a box in his hand to stop the dildo’s thrusting motion.
As it was withdrawn, Hardy experienced an overwhelming sensation of relief that was quickly followed by a powerful awareness of emptiness. His prostate, though rubbed raw, craved it to be abused again. “Put it back in me, please,” he cried out as an uncontrollable itch inside his anal cavity sprung into life. “Please…please,” he moaned.
“Don’t worry boy. I will fill you up again,” the man chuckled as he began to cut away the bindings ropes that had bound parts of Hardy’s torso. “Seems these did a number on you. I’ll get something for it,” the man gruffly stated.
Hardy lay on the floor with his hands still cuffed behind his back and his cock and balls tightly enclosed in their separate rope bindings. At one point he moved his head to gaze at his reflection in the nearby mirror. He still didn’t recognize the altered facial image that he saw staring back at him. However, he did recognize his body. His lean torso had a series of red crisscrossing welts where the ropes had rubbed his skin raw. The image and the stinging pain from those burns triggered an even higher degree of sexual arousal within him. He flipped onto his stomach and shamelessly began rubbing his shaft on the hard surface. He squeezed his swollen nut-sack between his thighs, hoping these actions would stimulate enough force in his junk to break through the bindings and achieve an orgasm.
Suddenly he was flipped around onto his back. “Your fucking balls and dick belong to me. Do you understand,” the man sharply said. “You will spunk only when I permit it. Got it!”
Hardy moaned and nodded. He saw the man smile.
“Good boy,” the man told him. He donned gloves and started applying lotion from a bottle he was holding to Hardy’s body. “This will make you feel better,” he explained. Slowly, he rubbed the ointment on every inch of Hardy’s torso. The lotion not only soothed, but it also created a stimulating tingling deep into his skin. “This will cool the burns, but it also contains a little bit of a sexual intoxicant that you will enjoy.” He gave an evil looking grin as he finished his task.
Suddenly, every nerve in Hardy’s body came alive with sensual delight. They all combined within him to intensify his craving to ejaculate. He now instinctively knew asking for permission to do it would only delay any potential sexual release. Instead, he lay submissively on the floor gazing at the man who he now unconsciously saw as the person fully controlling his sexuality. He was so focused on both his erotic needs and trying to figure out how to please, that he never noticed the man had left and come back with another implement.
“This is a variation of violet wand,” the man said while holding a very thin, long metallic tube. One end was rounded; the other was connected to wires.
Hardy watched as the man lubed up this extremely thin little tube.
“Now don’t squirm or it will hurt,” the man instructed. He took hold of Hardy’s shaft. Squeezing the dick head so its slit opened wide, the man slowly inserted the lubricated tube down inside the shaft’s urethra.
Terrified of being hurt by squirming and, even more powerful, mentally desiring to make him happy, Hardy lay still and watched as it was inserted into his dick. The sensation was only slightly unpleasant, and to his surprise, it also felt highly sensual. He contentedly sighed and noticed a smile come to the man. Hardy, happy at that fact, smiled back. He thrust his cock gently upward to help the man get the implement in deeper until only its tip was visible coming out of his cock-slit.
Satisfied, the man got up, then attached the dangling wires to a large battery. Within seconds a warm throbbing pulse of electricity flowed from the tip of Hardy’s cock down to the very root where his dick was attached to his ball-sack. “Fuck,” Hardy cried out. His body quivered as the pulsating electricity triggered the ejaculation muscles that were used when he was ready to orgasm. The wand had deepened his desperation to cream. Yet, the bindings around the base of his shaft and balls prevented the very activity that this electrical current was triggering. He lay on the floor, gasping, moaning, flapping around like some fish that had been dragged out of the river. The room filled with a smile his sobs and cries for relief.
Saying nothing, the man flipped Hardy over onto his stomach. Hardy could feel his legs being spread apart. As he took advantage of this position to shamelessly hump the floor, a large dildo was thrust up his anus until it rammed against his prostate. The effect caused Hardy to howl in pleasure.
“YES!” he screeched.
“You didn't think I'd leave that hole itchy did you” the man teased as he flipped Hardy around to lay on his back. “Can’t have my boy wearing out the floor, can we?”
“No Sir,” Hardy instinctively replied as the itchy emptiness in his ass was finally filled up. He began pounding his rump on the surface driving the dildo into his guts hoping to recreate the fucking he desperately craved.
Suddenly the dildo began to vibrate. Hardy let out a sigh of joyous contentment as the vibrations engulfed his prostate. Its sensual currents arced within him to combine the wand’s electrical throbbing. His desperation to ejaculate reached new heights. Once more the pain and discomfort he was feeling intertwined inside his brain in a joyous symphony of sensuality.
“Are you my faggot boy?” the man asked.
Hardy focused on the man. “I’m you’re faggot boy, Sir,” he sobbed as he fully gave himself to this man. “I’m you’re faggot boy!”
The man smiled. He had seen this stage arrive in the various young men he had broken A part of him thought about letting Hardy finally blow his wad. However, he decided to hold off on that for just a bit more time. Keeping him primed and frustrated for another day or so was the key to fully schooling and training this young artist.
In the end, they always submitted to become nothing more than a submissive sexual object for the pleasure of him and his friends. He remembered one deeply closeted yet stunning NFL quarterback who thought that he would play at submission with him then go back to his life. The young smugly arrogant jock had broken quite easily and was now simply a sexual cum-dump for one of the club members. On the plus side, knowing now that every time his team won, he would be tortured and fucked, he was now the best winning quarterback in the league.
“Aw fuck,” Hardy grunted as he lay there lost in the erotic heat of pleasure and pain. He gazed with adoration at this man who had opened his mind to true sexual bliss.
The man gazed down at Hardy squirming in delight on the dirty hard floor. Every new bitch needed to be instilled with proper sexual role to play in their new life. It was at that moment he decided that he would train Hardy into full feminization. It had been a while since the club had a nicely femm-ed faggot in their stable. With his build and looks, once his hair grew back, he would make a very girly-boy. Over time, Hardy would be taught to think of his cock as his clit and his asshole as his pussy until it seemed natural for him to refer to them in these terms. He had originally intended puppy training but now, looking at the young man, he decided feminization was certainly a more appropriate future for Hardy!
The EndThe man gazed down at Hardy squirming in delight on the dirty hard floor.
“My congratulations, you’ve done a good job so far,” Hardy’s ex said as he walked into view. He gazed down with contempt at Hardy who was lost in the throes of sexual overdrive. “Fucking dumped me saying I wasn’t macho enough. Well now who’s the bitch?” He put a foot on Hardy’s swollen sack and pressed.
“Aw fuckkkk.” Hardy pitifully cried out. He saw stars as a sharp pain engulfed his now overstretched jism filled sack. His brain, now hardwired to process pain equals sexual pleasure had his shaft throbbing. “More.,” he wheezed as he thrust his pouch up against the foot.
Hardy’s ex knew every new bitch the club captured needed to be instilled with a proper sexual role to play in their new life. It was at that moment he decided that he would have Hardy, who always boasted about his own masculinity, trained into full feminization. It had been a while since the club had a nicely femm-ed faggot in their stable. Once his hair grew back, with his build and looks, he would make a very sweet girly-boy. Over time, Hardy would be taught to think of his cock as his clit and his asshole as his pussy until it seemed natural for him to refer to them in these terms. He had originally intended puppy training but now, looking at his former boyfriend lying there like some loser bitch in entranced in his submissive erotic heat, he decided feminization was certainly a more appropriate future for Hardy!
The End