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“One Night in Prague”
By
Jotto
Chapter Six
The knob had numbers printed around it that went from one to ten and the driver turned the knob to one. The pulse of electricity was instant and sent a shocking yet tolerable tingle through Stephan’s nuts. The young man bent forward trying to cushion the pain, but to his surprise, it wasn’t that bad. In fact, he found it somewhat…interesting. The electricity was enough to start his juices flowing and his hard cock took on the appearance of a melting candle as streams of precum trickled down the mighty shaft of meat. Despite the oncoming torture, Stephan was so proud of how his cock looked and how strong it felt. He had never seen or felt it so hard as it was with the electricity flowing through him.
Stephan was boastful and defiant, “Oh…f-fuck me. Look at that cock of mine. This is fucking incredible!”
Stephan quickly twisted his waist just so he could feel that stone-hard meat of his slap him on his hips.
The driver chuckled out, “Well, I think you like this. Let’s see how much you like setting number two.”
The driver turned it up to two which caused Stephan to twist and turn in his seat even more vigorously.
Stephan cried out, “Ah, shit! Oh yeah!”
The driver smiled, “Yeah, you like that? How about this?” And he turned the knob up to three.
Stephan arched back into the deckchair as he coughed out, “OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK, YES!”
The driver was impressed, “Hm, impressive, most people can’t talk at this setting.”
The driver skipped four and went straight to five. Stephan jolted out of the chair and arched his body upward as far as the restraints would allow.
His cock reacted to the intense charge of electricity by erupting a geyser of his sperm and sending that pearlescent fountain splashing against the wall. The butcher and the cabby were gobsmacked with Stephan’s display of orgasmic splendor and watched with awe as the young man continued to wash down the wall with his seed. The heartless butcher’s only thought was what a shame that all that sperm was going to waste. Stephan was amazed at how splendorous he was performing, at how his cock stood tall and resolute in the face of such stress and how his stream of sperm could reach across the room. He had never had an orgasm of such intensity.
Stephan proudly yelled out, “Oh fuck yeah, look at me go!”
The driver and the butcher were perplexed.
The driver pondered, “Could he really be enjoying this?”
The butcher couldn’t believe it, “Impossible, he’s faking it just to frustrate us. Turn it up all the way, then we’ll see if he still likes it.”
But to the contrary, the butcher turned the power down to zero and Stephan collapsed into the lounge chair, his orgasm settling down to heavy drool.
Stephan gasped out, “What…what are you…stopping for? Oh come on, is that all you got, you bitches?”
The driver leaned in, “You try to make us think you like this? No, no way, you fucking with us so we stop.”
Stephan panted, “Ah, fuck…you. This is f..fucking the best ever. Turn it…back on, I…dare you.”
And yes indeed, Stephan was actually enjoying this.
The driver scoffed, “I don’t believe you. But okay, you want more? I give you more, I will give you all of it.”
As the driver put his hand back on the controls for the power supply unit, Stephan interrupted him, “Hey wait.”
The driver paused hoping Stephan would give him the information he wanted.
But Stephan asked, “What is that thing called? I want to get one of those when Marco rescues me and I get out of here. Or can I just have that one?”
The driver lets out a frustrated huff and just cranks the power control knob up all the way to ten, as far as the knob will turn. The electricity charges through Stephan’s loins causing his body to launch out of the chair as far as the restraints will allow his nimble body to go. The pain was the most intense thing he had ever felt. That is until he started to ejaculate again, and I mean ejaculate like he had never ejaculated before. Stephan was experiencing utter anguish and unparalleled ecstasy at the same time. His teeth nearly bit off his tongue as they ground against each other. The combination of agony and euphoria was so intense that it was transcendental. His sperm was gushing out of his cock like an unmanned firehose. And as his electrified nuts were purging their precious effluence, the driver had to reach out and put his hand of Stephan just to in some way be a part of something he had never thought was possible. He envied the cute little twunk and his majestic cock as fountains of his seed flooded the floor.
And the two cruel men let this go on for over an hour, but not so much to torture Stephan, but out of fascination and admiration for how this tuff little twunk could be enjoying this and how his impressive cock and balls could be producing an infinite amount of cum. From all of their twisted experiences, they knew any other men would have been drained dry and passed out within ten to fifteen minutes. Even men with cocks that were equally or rarely more impressive than Stephan’s. Stephan took on the stature of at least a demigod to the two men standing over him. The driver even began to worship their captive as he twisted and turned causing his muscles to flex and become engorged. His screams of ecstasy were so intense that as they rang throughout the dark building, it caused all the other deviant men in all the other rooms to take pause of their cruel rituals and bask in what they thought were the anguished cries of a well tortured soul. But what those screams actually were was the cries of a young man who had achieved a level of ecstasy that had never been achieved by any other mortal man before. Don’t be mislead, Stephan was just a mortal man, but he was exceptional to a point even he was unaware of until now. But there are level of pleasures that reserved for the afterlife that not even men such as Stephan are meant to experience. His brawny body was finally being worn down and dehydrated by the amount of his outflow and exhausted my the desperate contorting of his body. Also, Stephan’s breathing was constricted by what little could force its way through his clenched teeth. Then without any indication that he was about to give out, Stephan gave out. He passed out and went quiet as his body completely relaxed and collapsed into an almost lifeless mass. But his cock was still being electrified and kept producing fountains of his sperm. Rivers of white ran down his cock and rolled gently off his hips and through the slats of the chair to pool up on the floor below. A majestic tribute to Stephan’s resiliency if ever there was.
For a moment, his captors thought they may have killed him until they noticed that Stephan’s fountain of youth was still flowing. The driver was about to turn off the power when the butcher stopped him.
The butcher, “What are you doing? Leave it on in case he is faking it.”
The driver, “No way he’s faking it, not with that amount of electricity flowing through him. Besides, I think I want to keep this one alive and turn him into my personal slave. He is exceptional.”
The butcher reluctantly agreed with him and let him turn off the power supply. But to there amazement, Stephan’s cock kept percolating up its fertile milk.
The butcher asked, “Didn’t you turn off the power?”
The driver was equally puzzled at the sight of Stephan’s persistent cumming and went the extra measure of pulling the power supply’s plug out of the wall socket. And the unconscious Stephan’s flow continued.
The driver was utterly astonished, “Oh my God, it’s all him. He is amazing. I am in the presence of a god.”
Being a superstitious man at heart, the driver dropped to his knees between Stephan’s legs in religious reverence for the cock that now towered over him.
The butcher was absolutely perplexed, “Where is all that sperm coming from? There is no way his nuts could hold all that sperm.”
The driver started to tear up as he prayed to Stephan and his cock, “I believe in you. Oh, you are a god and I believe in you. Let me worship you.”
The driver gently ran his hands up Stephan’s oozing cock to collect some of his fresh seed and spread it over his cheeks and across his lips in order to anoint himself with the essence of Stephan. He was a true believer.
The butcher almost did the same but was a bit more pragmatic than his cohort. Still, the butcher did have incredible respect for the virility of Stephan. And the two of them were so gobsmacked that they didn’t notice the sound of police car sirens getting closer and closer. They didn’t even notice the sound of their main door being rammed off its hinges, yet alone the commands off the real police yelling them to lay down flat of the floor. That’s when the butcher snapped out of it and pulled a gun out from his waistband and point it at the lead officer. But he was way to slow and the officer got off the first shot into the butcher’s lung sending him debilitated to the floor. But all the while, the driver just ignored the chaos all around him as continued to worship Stephan’s cock. Only when he was shoved to the ground did the driver resist, but only so he could continue praying to his new god.
“No, let me go! I must be allowed to honor him. Don’t you see, he is a god!”
And the driver continued his hysterical rant as he and the butcher were dragged away in handcuffs.
Stephan would have been so proud that his cock had such a devoted follower. Too bad he wasn’t conscious to see it.
The real police were equally impressed with the sight of Stephan and his flowing sperm, but had enough presence of mind and duty to call for the paramedics. But the first one in after the police was Marco who was now wearing ill-fitting sweatpants and sweatshirt.
Marco pointed to Stephan, “È lui, è lui che mi ha salvato. Stephan, il mio ragazzo.” (That's him, that's the one who saved me. Stephan, my boyfriend.)
Marco knelt down beside the unconscious Stephan and cradled his sweet face in his hands and laid gentle kisses all over his lips, cheeks and forehead.
Soon, he was brushed aside by the emergency medical technicians who unfastened Stephan from the shackles and the clamp that was around his scrotum and lifted him to a waiting gurney, while taking care to avoid being hit be Stephan’s incessant orgasm. Only as he was being wheeled away did Marco notice Stephan’s excited condition. As Stephan was being loaded into an ambulance, Marco wanted to travel with him but was escorted to another ambulance where treatment was awaiting his equally stressed body. And by the time the raid was over, another two dozen ambulances were needed to care for the victims of this sadistic enterprise.
On the ride to the hospital, the medic did what he could to clean up Stephan and stop him from creaming all over himself. And when it seemed like Stephan’s flow had stopped, the medic dared himself to touch his cock of unbelievable dimensions. The medic wasn’t gay, but his male curiosity just had to see if was real. And boy was it, for when he gently touched Stephan’s cock, his orgasm started all over again.
It looked like a scene out of a Three Stooges short where they attempt to fix the plumbing but everything goes awry. The medic was suddenly faced with a spray of sperm that bounced of the ceiling of the ambulance. It became like trying to hold back a wave from rolling up on the shore. The medics hands proved inadequate to scoop up the all the sperm that Stephan’s mighty cock was spewing it out. The driver of the ambulance following him could see it all and started honking at the medic for making such a mess of everything. The medic shrugged his shoulders as there was nothing he could doo about it. And thru it all, Stephan remained unconscious, a bit of rest he had earned very well.
Thirty hours later in a hospital room…
Stephan woke with a jolt while in the throws of another orgasm.
Marco quickly put down his phone and sat on the bed beside Stephan and gently patted his hand. Stephan frantically looked around the room still expecting to be in the clutches of those evil men.
Marco whispers lovingly, “Con calma, mio ??caro.”
Stephan's delirium quickly cleared up when he recognized Marco, “Marco, is that you?”
Marco smiled, “Si, Marco.”
“Where am I?”
“Ospedale.”
Stephan simultaneously put it together for himself, “Oh, hospital. What happened? How did I get here?”
Marco held up his phone and pantomimed for him to talk into it.
“What happened?”
The translator app on Marco’s new phone that was given to him by the Italian ambassador translated their conversation.
Marco said proudly, “I got to a main road where a kind motorist gave me a ride to the police station. I told them what was happening and they rescued you and brought you here. You rescued me and then I rescued you.”
Stephan was suffering from a bit of amnesia, “Wow, yes you did. Thank you, Thank you, my gorgeous hero.” Stephan grabbed Marco’s hand and kissed it, “But the last thing I remember was those phony police officers driving me back to that hell hole and handing me over to those assholes who strapped me down to a chair…and then…and now I’m here.”
Having lost the memory of what happened to him in that deckchair was actually a good thing for Stephan for if he had remembered it, it would have meant that he had been successfully recalibrated making him want that level of intensity anytime he wanted to have sex ever again. To only find pleasure through torture would have been his future. But the human mind has an incredible selfdefense mechanism, forgetting.
Marco shrugged, “The police figure they electrocuted your balls. I saw it, wires were attached to you down there. It must have been so intense that you forgot about it. However, that information would have been helpful during the trial.”
“What trial?”
Marco smiled, “It seems we helped the police to bring down the largest sex slave and torture ring in this part of the world. There is going to be a big trial where they will need our testimony along with all the other surviving victims. And the information the police seized during the raid will allow Interpol to go after many other sex rings around the world. And it will bring down many powerful men like C.E.Os of major corporations, political leaders from counties around the world, as well as major celebrities from sports and movies. A lot of men and some women are going to lose their jobs and go to jail. Stephan, we are heroes.”
Stephan smiled, “We are? We did all that?”
“Yes, we did. As a matter of fact, the president of the Czech Republic wants to give us medals, once we are feeling better.”
Stephan looked done at his still throbbing hard cock, “Yeah, about that. What am I going to do about this beastie of mine? I can’t be walking up to any president with this poking out of my pants, if I can ever get on a pair of pants again.”
Marco smiled, “The doctors say the illegal erectile medication they gave you should ware off in about one more day. As well as the sensitivity from the electro-torture you were subjected to. That’s why you’ve been having an orgasm about every thirty minutes since you got here.”
Stephan let out the slightest bit of a chuckle, “Wow, got to love that cock of mine, just keeps going and going even without me.”
Marco smiled sheepishly, “Yeah, I’ve been recording you every time it happens. You are very impressive, even when you are sleeping.”
“Why, you musclebound pervert, you…let me see.”
Marco called up one the videos and showed it to Stephan who then smiled with an obvious sense of pride, “Oh my, look at me go. Even in a coma, I’m so damn hot.”
Marco said, “Can you believe the doctors wanted to lance it to make it go down.”
“What, no fucking way! Why didn’t they?”
“I told them that I would take care of it.”
Stephan eyebrows raised, “Em, I like the sound of that.”
Marco smirked, “Good, because I have been. Giving you sponge baths every time you ejaculated all over yourself.”
Marco gently runs a finger up the side of Stephan’s cock carefully scraping off his most recent orgasm.
Stephan got cute as he ran his fingers up Marco’s arm, “Oh stop it, you’re gonna make me cum again. You know that thing has a hair-trigger.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be as careful as your friend from work was when she helped to clean you a couple of times.”
Stephan was shocked and embarrassed to hear that, “What, who?”
“Um…a very cute and big black woman.”
“Oh, Bethany, that’s okay, she’s cool. Nothing she hasn’t seen before.”
Marco was intrigued, “Really?”
“Yeah, she and I had a ménage à trois with a certain director who has since been disgraced out of the business. But that little fuck-fest did help Bethany and me land our first big job.”
Marco jokingly, “Wow, you little whore.”
“Oh, like you with that amazing body never slept with someone to get something?”
Marco was silent as he grabbed a sponge and continued cleaning Stephan.
Marco had a suspiciously pregnant pause, “Okay, never mind that. Oh, by the way, Bethany says your job is waiting for you and they are not getting by without you. So hurry up and get better, faggot.”
“Aw, that big black bitch…I love her.”
Marco’s gentle cleansing caused Stephan’s cock to start drooling again.
Stephan took a deep breath, “You’re going to make me cum again if you keep doing that. I’ll get us both all messy.”
“I don’t mind cleaning you, I like touching you like this. And besides, one of the doctors did say that repeated ejaculations could help to relieve the pressure of your erection.”
Stephan softly rested his hand on the immense bulge building up underneath Marco’s gown.
“Well, maybe I can relieve some of your pressure too.”
Stephan pulled aside Marco’s gown to unveil his equally impressive cock. Stephan gently slid his fingers along Marco’s manhood, the two of them tenderly touching each other with smiles and lingering glances.
Suddenly, a nurse walked into the room to investigate why the monitor at her station indicated that Stephan had an elevated heart rate, but stalled in her tracks at he sight of the two of them being intimate. Marco rested his cleansing hands on Stephan’s thigh and the two lovers shot the nurse with an impatient gaze. The nurse just smiled an embarrassed smile as she bowed out of the room waving goodbye to them. The two men laughed it off as they resumed caring for each other.
Stephan caressed Marco’s face, “Now, where were we?”
Marco caressed Stephan’s face, “Mutual healing.”
“Yes, let’s make each other feel better.”
And as Marco leaned in to kiss his convalescing beauty, Stephan flicked the curtain closed for a much needed moment of pure intimacy.
And thus was the beginning of a love that would last the ages.
Epilogue
After Stephan was finished with the film in Prague, he left Hollywood to live life with Marco in Italy where he quickly learned Italian and became a moderately successful producer of Italian cinema. Not all of his work was well received. But as it turns out, to be successful in film, being good and lucky helps, but being driven is better.
On the other hand, Marco had been recalibrated by those evil men and had developed a desire for electro-stimulation. But with Stephan’s help and love, he was able to undo most of the damage and live life at a much lower voltage.
During the trail of the evil men and their many other cohorts, surveillance footage taken at their den of horrors of Stephan and Marco in all their naked glory was leaked out to the press and our two heroes became reluctant celebrities not only for their heroic acts, but their grand manhoods as well. They have since learned to live with that embracing notoriety and how to deflect unwanted attention. The two of them are now married and are making plans to adopt a child.
As for the cab driver and the butcher, they would spend what was left of their miserable lives in jail. The butcher would die of old age. The cab driver, he became a big fan of Stephan’s movies and forever worshipped his body from afar. He tried to convince anyone who would listen to him that Stephan was at least a super being if not a god, but no-one ever believed him. And when he would die of autoerotic asphyxiation, his last word would be, “Stephan.”