Chapter 1
Cody Burden, a shy and unassuming 23-year-old, often found himself lost in the digital labyrinth of his own creation. His social media persona, a masochistic playground where he documented his peculiar fetish for public humiliation, had amassed a devoted following. The thrill of the unknown, the rush of adrenaline, and the strange sense of belonging it brought him became a daily craving. Each new post, a silent cry for attention wrapped in the guise of a cringe-worthy challenge, grew more daring than the last.
One evening, as the last remnants of daylight slipped away, Cody posted his most audacious dare yet. He stood in front of the camera, his voice trembling with excitement, and announced that he would allow himself to be thrown into a dumpster by a group of his followers. The rules were simple: they could cover him in whatever disgusting concoction they desired, strip him of his clothes, and leave him there until morning. His cheeks flushed with anticipation, he typed out the final details: the time and the location.
The comments section exploded with reactions. Some were shocked, others intrigued, but the majority reveled in the macabre thrill of it all. They offered suggestions for what to include in the dumpster – rotten food, used tissues, and the like. Cody read through them with a mix of dread and exhilaration, knowing that come the following night, his reality would intersect with his darkest desires.
Summary 1
That Evening, Cody Put on His Tighty Whities and Secured the Chastity Cage Around His Erection. It Was a Small, Silver Contraption that Kept Him in A Constant State of Arousal, a Physical Reminder of His Submissive Role. He Looked at Himself in The Mirror, His Heart Racing. Was He Really Going to Go Through with This? He Took a Deep Breath, Nodded to His Reflection, and Stepped out Into the Cool Night Air.
As He Walked to The Designated Meeting Spot, He Couldn't Shake the Feeling of Being Watched. the Shadows Danced and Shifted Behind Him, Playing Tricks on His Eyes. His Breath Grew Shallow, His Steps Quickening. He Told Himself It Was Just His Nerves, but The Prickling Sensation on The Back of His Neck Was Unmistakable. Glancing Over His Shoulder, He Caught a Glimpse of Figures Lurking in The Alleyways, Their Faces Obscured by The Darkness. He Swallowed Hard, His Mouth Dry, and Continued On.
The Industrial Area Was Eerily Quiet, the Occasional Echo of Distant Laughter or A Car Engine only Serving to Heighten His Anxiety. He Spotted the Dumpster a Block Away, a Hulking Beast of Corroded Metal and Decay, Waiting to Swallow Him Whole. His Followers Had Chosen Well; It Was Isolated, Surrounded by Nothing but The Looming Silhouettes of Warehouses and A Single Flickering Streetlight that Cast More Shadows than Light.
Summary 2
Cody Prepares for The Event by Donning a Chastity Cage and Walking to The Dumpster Location in His Tighty Whities, Feeling Both Nervous and Excited. He Notices Figures in The Shadows and Hears Distant Sounds, Adding to The Tension as He Approaches the Pre-Selected, Desolate Industrial Area.
As Cody Approached the Dumpster, a Cacophony of Footsteps Grew Louder from The Shadows. a Group of His Followers, Faces Twisted with Excitement, Emerged from The Darkness. They Were a Motley Crew of All Shapes and Sizes, a Living Testament to The Diverse Nature of His Fanbase. Some Were in Costumes, Others in Hoodies and Masks, All Eager to Play Their Part in This Twisted Theater.
Before Cody Could Even Blink, He Was Tackled from Behind, the Force of The Impact Sending Him Sprawling Face-First Into the Dumpster. His Tighty Whities Were Yanked up With Brutal Efficiency, the Elastic Biting Into His Skin, and He Was Hoisted Into the Air by His Waist. the Cool Metal of The Chastity Cage Dug Into His Flesh, a Stark Contrast to The Warm, Sticky Mess that Now Coated His Backside. the World Around Him Spun as His Legs Kicked Wildly, Trying to Find Purchase in The Slick, Grimy Interior of The Bin.
Above Him, a Chain-Link Fence Loomed, Its Diamond-Shaped Holes Glinting in The Dim Light. the Group of Followers, Their Faces a Blur of Excitement and Depravity, Approached with A Speed that Defied Their Earlier Stealth. They Grabbed His Ankles And, with A Coordinated Heave, Lifted Him so That the Leg Holes of His Underwear Caught on The Fence's Top Post. His Body Was Suspended, a Human Piñata Dangling in The Air, as His Heart Hammered in His Chest. He Could Feel the Cold Metal Digging Into His Thighs, the Pressure Threatening to Tear the Fabric and Expose His Most Vulnerable Parts.
Cody Looked up To See a Sea of Cell Phone Screens Pointed Down at Him, the Glowing Rectangles Casting a Sickly Light Over His Predicament. His Cheeks Burned with A Mix of Embarrassment and Arousal as He Heard the Clicks of Cameras and The Taunts of His Captors. He Could Make out The Faces of A Few, Their Grins Wide and Their Eyes Gleaming with A Sadistic Delight that Sent a Shiver Down His Spine. the Chastity Cage Pressed Painfully Against His Swollen Cock, a Constant Reminder of His Submission to Their Whims.
"don't Forget to Tag Me!" He Called Out, Trying to Maintain Some Semblance of Control Over the Situation. the Laughter that Followed Was Cruel and Mocking, Echoing Off the High Walls of The Alleyway.
The Fabric of Cody's Tighty Whities Tore with A Sickening Sound, the Elastic Snapping Under the Pressure of His Assailants' Grip. He Fell to The Ground with A Painful Thud, His Body Now Exposed to The Elements and The Leering Eyes of His Audience. the Cold Concrete Bit Into His Skin, a Stark Reminder of His Vulnerability. the Group of Followers Hovered Over Him, Their Excitement Palpable as They Rummaged Through a Plastic Bag One of Them Had Brought.
A Hand Reached Down, Grabbing His Arm and Yanking Him to His Feet. the Shirt Was Next, Ripped from His Body with A Violent Jerk. the Material Tore Away, Leaving Cody's Chest Bare to The Cool Night Air. He Gasped as The Chilly Breeze Kissed His Nipples, Already Stiff with Fear and Arousal. His Jeans Were Next, the Denim Giving Way Easily in The Hands of His Eager Fans.
A Fan Dressed as A Pup Emerged from The Group, His Eyes Glinting with A Mischievous Spark. He Held up A Pair of Neon Pink Panties, the Fabric Shimmering with A Cheap, Garish Sheen. the Pup's Tail Wagged with Excitement as He Approached Cody, the Rubber Snout of His Mask Bobbing up And Down. Cody Felt a Fresh Wave of Humiliation Wash Over Him as The Pup's Gloved Hand Pushed the Panties Into His Face, the Scent of Latex Mingling with The Coppery Tang of Fear.
With Surprising Gentleness, the Pup Bent Down and Slid the Panties Over Cody's Hips, His Cold Fingers Brushing Against Cody's Skin. the Panties Clung to His Damp, Trembling Thighs, the Crotch Area Bulging Obscenely from The Chastity Cage. He Looked Down at Himself, the Absurdity of The Situation Not Lost on Him, Even in His Heightened State of Arousal. the Pup Stepped Back, His Tongue Lolling out Of His Mask as He Admired His Handiwork. the Rest of The Group Hooted and Hollered, Their Laughter Bouncing Off the Alley Walls Like the Cries of A Deranged Choir.
Just as Cody Was Beginning to Accept His Fate, a Set of Cold, Metal Handcuffs Snapped Around His Wrists, Yanking Them Behind His Back. He Yelped in Surprise, His Eyes Searching the Crowd for The New Participant. the Figure Was Tall, Dressed in Black, and Held a Black Sharpie in Their Gloved Hand. the Marker Began to Move Across His Skin, Words Began to Appear on Cody's Chest. "fag, Slut, Exposed," the Scream Masked Individual Wrote, Their Hand Steady and Deliberate. the Sharpie Was Cold, Each Letter a Brand that Seared Into His Skin and His Soul.
A Moment Later, the Hand Moved up To His Forehead, and With a Flourish, They Wrote, " @nerdycody " in Bold, Capital Letters. Cody Felt a Strange Sense of Pride Mingled with His Fear. This Was It, the Ultimate Symbol of His Submission, a Declaration of His Identity for All to See. He Was Not Just Cody Burden, but A Living, Breathing Meme for His Followers to Share and Revel In.
The Group's Leader, a Burly Man with A Sadistic Glint in His Eye, Stepped Forward with A Handful of Cody's Torn Tighty Whities. He Balled Them up And Shoved Them Into Cody's Mouth, Gagging Him with His Own Underwear. the Fabric Was Sticky with Spit and The Stench of His Own Fear, Filling His Nostrils and Mouth with A Taste that Was Both Nauseating and Oddly Satisfying. He Was Completely at Their Mercy Now, a Silent Spectacle for Their Amusement.
Before He Could Even Process the New Sensation, a Roll of Duct Tape Was Ripped Open with A Sound that Seemed to Echo Through the Alley. the Sticky, Silver Tape Was Pulled Taut and Slapped Over His Mouth, Sealing the Gag in Place. the Cold, Plastic Embrace Muffled His Cries, Turning Them Into a Series of Muffled Groans that Only Added to The Excitement of His Tormentors. the Tape Felt Like a Second Skin, Tight and Unforgiving, as It Melded to The Contours of His Face, Stretching His Cheeks and Accentuating His Wide, Terrified Eyes.
The Burly Leader Took Charge Once More, His Sadistic Grin Growing Wider as He Grabbed Cody's Ankles. the Group Watched, Their Breathing Ragged and Anticipatory, as The Tape Was Wound Around His Ankles, Binding Them Together. the Material Bit Into His Skin, the Pressure Increasing with Every Loop until He Could Feel the Circulation Cutting Off. Cody's Eyes Watered, the Pain a Stark Contrast to The Coldness of The Metal Handcuffs that Held His Wrists Captive Behind His Back.
Next, the Leader's Minions Stepped Forward, Each Eager to Leave Their Mark on This Human Canvas. They Tore Strips of Duct Tape from The Roll and Began to Wind Them Around Cody's Arms, Just Below His Shoulders. the Tape Stuck to His Skin with A Hiss, the Pressure Unyielding as It Hugged His Biceps and Forearms Tightly. the Leader Watched with A Critical Eye, Ensuring that Every Inch of Cody's Body Was Bound to Their Satisfaction. They Paused Just Below Cody's Nipples, the Tape Cutting Off Right at The Base of His Armpits, Leaving the Sensitive Peaks Exposed to The Cool Night Air.
As the Tape Was Applied, Cody's Breath Grew Ragged, His Chest Heaving with Each Shallow Inhale. He Could Feel the Warmth of His Own Breath on His Face, the Damp Fabric of His Gag Growing More Suffocating by The Second. His Eyes Searched the Faces Above Him, a Silent Plea for Mercy or Perhaps a Hint of The Humanity that Had Brought Them All to This Twisted Moment. All He Found Was a Sea of Eager Grins and Glinting Eyes, Hungry for The Next Act in This Sordid Play.
And Then, as If on Cue, the Group of Followers Unzipped Their Pants, Their Cocks Springing Forth Like a Bizarre Bouquet of Flesh. Some Were Already Hard, Others Grew to Attention Under the Frenetic Stroking of Their Owners' Hands. the Scent of Arousal Filled the Alleyway, a Musky, Primal Scent that Seemed to Thicken the Very Air Around Them.
One by One, They Began to Relieve Themselves on Cody, Their Urine Spattering Against His Bound Form with A Disgusting Rhythm. the Warm Streams Stung His Skin, Mixing with The Stale Spit and Snot that Already Covered Him. He Squeezed His Eyes Shut, Trying to Block out The Sight of The Piss Raining Down, but The Salty Tang Filled His Nostrils, a Constant Reminder of His Degradation. the Sound of Their Zippers Echoed Through the Alley, a Symphony of His Own Making, a Twisted Soundtrack to This Macabre Display of Power.
A Few of The Followers Took Things Further, Their Spittle Hitting Him Like a Foul Rain. Some Aimed for His Face, Others for His Chest, the Globs of Saliva Landing with Wet Splats that Sent Shivers Down His Spine. He Felt the Warmth of Their Spit Run Down His Body, Pooling in The Neon Pink Panties that Clung to His Thighs. He Could Feel the Fabric Sticking to His Skin, a Second Layer of Humiliation.
As the Urine Soaked Him, Cody's Mind Raced with The Reality of His Situation. the Chastity Cage Around His Cock Was a Cruel Reminder of His Inability to Act on His Own Desires, the Metal Pressing Painfully Against His Now-Exposed Flesh. He Felt a Strange Mix of Fear and Arousal, His Body Betraying His Mental Protests. His Cock Strained Against the Confines of The Cage, Desperate for Relief that Wouldn't Come.
The Pup, His Eyes Alight with Excitement, Pulled Down His Pants, Revealing a Cock that Was Already Standing at Attention. It Bobbed in The Cold Air, a Stark Contrast to The Trembling Mess that Was Cody. the Leader Stepped Forward, His Own Pants Around His Ankles, His Erection a Weapon Ready to Be Wielded. He Positioned Himself Behind the Pup, His Hand Reaching Down to Grip the Base of The Pup's Cock Firmly.
With a Brutal Shove, the Leader Began to Fuck the Pup, His Hips Slamming Into the Smaller Man's Ass with A Ferocity that Sent Ripples of Pain and Pleasure Through the Group. the Pup's Yelps Were Muffled by The Hand that Had Been Clamped Over His Mouth, the Fabric of His Mask Stretching with Each Muffled Cry. Cody, Forced to Watch This Carnival of Debauchery, Felt His Own Arousal Spike as The Pup's Cock Grew Harder, the Tip Grazing His Cheek with Every Thrust.
The Pup's Eyes Rolled Back in His Head, His Pupils Dilated with Pleasure. He Could Feel His Orgasm Building, His Balls Tightening Against His Body. with A Final, Desperate Moan, He Came, the Warm Spurt of Cum Painting Cody's Nose and Cheeks with A Sticky, Salty Trail. the Pup's Knees Buckled, but The Leader Held Him Upright, His Own Climax Moments Away. the Sight of The Pup's Seed on Cody's Face Was Too Much for Some of The Onlookers, and They Too Reached Their Peaks, Spurts of Hot Cum Arcing Through the Air to Land on His Chest and Stomach.
The Burly Leader Grunted, His Grip on The Pup Tightening as He Pulled Out. He Stepped Forward, the Pup's Cum-Covered Cock Slipping from His Hand with A Wet Sound. He Aimed His Own Erection at Cody's Bound Form, the Tip Glistening with Pre-Cum. with A Roar that Seemed to Shake the Very Walls of The Alley, He Unloaded, the First Shot Landing Squarely in The Crotch of The Neon Pink Panties, Soaking the Fabric. the Rest of His Cum Spurted out In Thick Ropes, Splattering Cody's Thighs and The Ground Around Him.
The Rest of The Group Watched, Their Own Arousal Reaching a Fever Pitch. They Stepped Forward, One by One, Each Eager to Add Their Contribution to The Growing Mess that Was Cody. the Pup, Now Freed from His Brutal Fucking, Took a Step Back, Panting Heavily. His Eyes Never Left Cody, His Gaze a Mix of Pity and Fascination. the Others Followed Suit, Their Cocks Spurting Their Hot Seed onto The Trembling Man. the Sounds of Their Pleasure Filled the Night, a Cacophony of Grunts and Groans that Seemed to Echo Off the Cold, Indifferent Buildings.
The Burly Leader Stepped Back, His Chest Heaving with Exertion. He Nodded to The Muscular Stud Beside Him, and Together, They Grabbed Cody's Bound Arms. with A Grunt, They Hoisted Him Up, the Tape Biting Into His Skin as He Was Lifted Off the Ground. the Stud Took a Firm Hold of Cody's Ankles, His Muscles Flexing with The Effort. Together, They Swung Him Back and Forth, Building Momentum.
Cody's Eyes Grew Wide with Terror as He Stared Into the Gaping Maw of The Dumpster. the Smell of Rotting Garbage and Stale Piss Wafted Up, a Noxious Bouquet that Made His Stomach Churn. He Could Feel the Eyes of His Followers on Him, Their Excitement Palpable as They Recorded the Culmination of His Latest Dare. He Was About to Become the Star of Their Twisted Show, a Spectacle to Be Shared and Commented On.
With a Final, Brutal Shove, the Two Men Sent Him Flying Into the Dumpster. the World Spun Around Him as He Collided with The Cold, Hard Bottom, the Contents of The Bin Shifting and Squelching Beneath Him. the Lid Slammed Shut with A Deafening Clang, Plunging Him Into Darkness. for A Moment, All He Could Hear Was the Sound of His Own Ragged Breaths and The Thumping of His Heart in His Chest. Then, the Laughter and Cheers Grew Distant, the Echoes of Their Footsteps Fading Into the Night.
He Was Alone.
Cody Lay There, the Weight of His Bindings Pressing Into His Skin, the Stench of The Dumpster a Nauseating Embrace that Grew More Suffocating with Every Passing Minute. the Laughter and Jeers Had Faded Into the Night, Leaving Him with Only the Distant Wail of Sirens and The Occasional Scurry of Rats for Company. His Body Was a Canvas of Pain and Humiliation, the Sticky Residue of His Followers' Pleasure Coating His Skin.
The Cold Began to Seep Into His Bones, the Warmth of Their Cum a Fading Memory as The Reality of His Predicament Set In. the Metal Chastity Cage Bit Into His Erection, a Constant Reminder of His Vulnerability and Submission. He Squirmed, Trying to Find a More Comfortable Position, but The Movement only Served to Entangle Him Further in The Sticky Mess that Clung to Him. His Heart Raced, a Mix of Fear and Anticipation Pumping Through His Veins.
As the Night Dragged On, Cody's Thoughts Turned to Escape. He Tested the Strength of The Handcuffs, the Metal Unyielding Under His Strained Fingers. the Tape Around His Ankles Was Sticky and Tight, a Vice-Like Grip that Seemed to Grow Tighter with Each Futile Struggle. the Only Sounds Were the Distant Whispers of The Night and The Occasional Rustle of Garbage. He Could Feel the Cold Seeping Into His Bones, the Stench of The Dumpster a Constant, Nauseating Companion.
The First Hint of Dawn Crept Through the Gaps in The Dumpster's Lid, Casting Weak, Shivering Light on Cody's Plight. His Eyes Had Grown Accustomed to The Darkness, and He Watched the Shadows Dance and Shift with Each New Ray. He Had Never Felt so Alone, so Utterly Exposed. the Thrill of His Daring Escapade Had Given Way to The Stark Reality of His Situation.
As the Light Grew Stronger, the Cold Grew More Biting, and Cody's Desperation Mounted. He Twisted and Writhed, Trying to Find Some Semblance of Comfort, His Bound Form a Contortionist's Nightmare. the Neon Pink Panties Clung to Him Like a Second, Unwelcome Skin, and The Chastity Cage Was a Constant, Painful Reminder of His Powerlessness.
It Was Then that He Heard the Sound of Footsteps, Lighter and More Tentative than Those of His Tormentors from The Night Before. His Heart Leapt Into His Throat, Hope and Fear Mingling in A Tumultuous Wave. the Dumpster Lid Creaked Open, and A Beam of Light Pierced the Gloom. a Figure Stood Silhouetted Against the Backdrop of The Early Morning, the Sun a Fiery Ball of Promise Just Beginning to Peek Over the Horizon.
The Pup from The Night Before Peered Down at Him, His Eyes Wide with Concern Behind the Clear Plastic of His Mask. He Held out A Hand, the Same Hand that Had so Gently Slid the Pink Panties onto Cody's Trembling Hips. the Pup's Voice Was Muffled by The Mask, but The Tone Was Unmistakable – One of Genuine Concern. Cody Blinked in Disbelief, His Eyes Stinging with A Mix of Cum and Tears.
The Pup Reached Into His Pocket and Produced a Set of Keys, Fumbling with Them until He Found the One that Fit the Handcuffs. the Metal Clicked Open, Releasing Cody's Wrists with A Suddenness that Made Him Gasp. the Pup Helped Him to His Feet, His Strong Arms Wrapping Around Cody's Trembling Body to Keep Him Upright. the Pup Carefully Unwound the Tape from Cody's Ankles, His Movements Tender Despite the Roughness of His Gloved Hands.
Once Cody Was Free, the Pup Handed Him a Pair of Sweatpants and A Tank Top. the Fabric Was Clean and Soft Against His Sticky Skin, a Stark Contrast to The Filth of The Dumpster. He Noticed the Words " @nerdycody " Printed in Bold Letters on The Back of The Tank Top, and His Heart Skipped a Beat. Had This Been Part of The Pup's Plan All Along? He Couldn't Help but Feel a Strange Sense of Gratitude Towards His Anonymous Savior.
The Pup Stepped Back, and Cody Pulled the Clean Clothes Over His Body, the Fabric Sticking Slightly to The Dried Cum and Spit. He Took a Deep Breath, Trying to Compose Himself, as The Pup Reached Into the Pocket of His Hoodie and Pulled out Cody's Wallet and Keys. the Leather Was Sticky to The Touch, but The Pup's Eyes Never Left Cody's, the Concern in Them Unmistakable.
"i'll Make Sure These Get Back to You," the Pup Said, His Voice Muffled by The Mask. He Placed the Items Into Cody's Hand, Closing His Fingers Around Them. "but for Now, You Should Get Home." with A Gentle Pat on The Shoulder, the Pup Turned and Disappeared Into the Early Morning Light, Leaving Cody Standing There in The Open Dumpster, Feeling More Exposed than Ever Before.
As the Pup's Footsteps Grew Fainter, Cody Realized that His Spare Keys Were Indeed Missing from His Key Ring, and His Id Had Been Placed Into the Wrong Spot in His Wallet. Panic Gripped Him. He Knew the Pup Had Taken Them; It Was a Part of The Thrill, a Part of The Game. the Thought of The Pup Knowing Where He Lived Sent a Shiver Down His Spine. He Tried to Convince Himself that This Was Just Another Twist in The Endless Stream of Dares and Humiliations He Subjected Himself to For His Followers' Amusement, but The Reality Was Much More Unsettling.
Chapter 2
Cody Hit Send on His Latest Tweet, the Glow of His Phone Casting a Pale Blue Light on His Sticky, Cum-Covered Face. He Lay There, His Body a Canvas of Pain and Humiliation, the Cold Metal of The Chastity Cage a Constant Reminder of His Predicament. the Words Echoed in His Mind, a Silent Chant that Grew More Urgent with Each Passing Second: "exposed and Ruined, Exposed and Ruined." the Rush of Excitement Was Tempered by The Stark Realization that He Had Just Posted His Deepest, Darkest Desire for The World to See.
He Couldn't Shake the Feeling that He Had Just Rolled the Dice on His Life. the Tweet Hung in The Digital Ether, a Silent Scream for Help or Perhaps an Invitation for His Followers to Take Things to The Next Level. His Heart Raced as He Imagined Their Reactions – the Shock, the Excitement, the Twisted Delight.
Cody's Eyes Grew Heavy with The Weight of His Own Depravity, and He Drifted Into an Uneasy Sleep. the Dumpster Night Fresh in His Memories. He Felt His Cock Strained in The Chastity Device. It Rocked Him to Sleep.
Cody Was Awakened in His Home. but He Was Too Slow.
The Sudden Weight on His Chest Made Cody's Eyes Fly Open, and He Was Met with A Trio of Masked Faces, Their Eyes Gleaming with A Mix of Excitement and Malice. Before He Could Even Register the Danger, a Rough Hand Clamped Over His Mouth, Muffling His Startled Cry. He Struggled, His Heart Hammering in His Chest, but The Intruders Had Come Prepared.
One of The Masked Figures Held up A Full Silicone Mouth Gag, the Kind that Inflates with A Pump. His Eyes Widened in Terror as The Cold, Rubbery Object Was Forced Between His Teeth. the Taste of Rubber Filled His Mouth, and He Could Feel His Jaw Stretching as It Was Pushed Further In. a Gloved Hand Reached Down to Pump the Attached Bulb, Filling the Gag with Air. It Grew Larger and Larger, Stretching His Cheeks until They Felt as If They Would Burst.
The Sound of His Muffled Protests Grew Quieter and Quieter as The Pressure Built, His Mouth Filled to The Brim with The Inescapable Gag. the World Grew Hazy Around the Edges, and The Room Spun as He Was Abruptly Turned onto His Stomach, the Bed Creaking Under His Weight.
Cody Felt the Harsh Bite Against His Wrists as The Zip Ties Were Fastened, His Hands Drawn Behind His Back with A Swiftness that Spoke of Practice. the Plastic Bit Into His Skin, and He Winced, His Eyes Watering as His Breath Grew Quick and Shallow.
Next Lights Out.
The Room Was Plunged Into Darkness, the Only Sound the Harsh Rustling of Plastic. Cody Felt a Rough Hand Yank Him to His Feet, His Legs Wobbly from The Sudden Movement. Before He Could React, a Black Hood Was Pulled Over His Head, Cutting Off His Vision Entirely. the Fabric Was Thick and Suffocating, the World Around Him Now Reduced to A Disorienting Symphony of Sound and Touch.
A Moment Later, He Was Encased in A Cold Embrace. the Plastic Wrap Wound Around Him Like a Serpent, Starting at His Neck and Moving Down to His Wrists, Which Were Already Bound Behind His Back. the Material Was Unforgiving, Sticking to His Skin as It Was Tightened with A Sadistic Glee that Sent Shivers Down His Spine. the Masked Figures Worked in Unison, Wrapping Him in Layer upon Layer, Their Movements Precise and Methodical. Each Loop of Plastic Sent a Fresh Wave of Panic Through His Body, Mummifying Him.
The Sound of Duct Tape Being Ripped from Its Roll Grew Louder. the Tape Was Wrapped Around His Chest, Pressing His Bound Arms Closer Together and Emphasizing His Vulnerability.
He Could Feel His Breathing Grow Shallower, the Fabric of The Gag Pressing Into His Face with Each Inhale.
Just Now, a Cold Hand Ripped a Hole Through the Front of The Plastic Wrap, Exposing His Chastity Cage.
The Men Were Excited to See This Loser’s Cock Was Straining Hard and Dripping Precum.
One of The Men Reached Down, His Gloved Fingers Tracing the Outline of The Cage with A Gentle Touch that Was Almost Loving.
The Sound of More Plastic Tearing Filled the Room, and Suddenly, Cody Felt a Cold Draft of Air on His Exposed Hole. a Hand Reached In, and A Finger Began to Probe at The Tight Ring of Muscle. He Tensed, His Body Reacting Instinctively to The Intrusion, but The Finger Was Insistent. It Pushed, Sliding in With Surprising Ease, and Cody Bit Back a Whimper. the Finger Moved in And Out, a Cruel Parody of The Pleasure He Was Denied, the Sensation only Serving to Heighten His Arousal.
Then, the Man Holding the Plug Spoke Up, His Voice a Low Growl that Seemed to Resonate Through the Plastic. "this One's Got His Name on It," He Said, Holding up A Neon-Green Butt Plug with "cody's Toy" Scribbled in Sharpie. the Room Erupted in Laughter, and Cody Felt His Face Flush with A Mix of Embarrassment and Anticipation. the Plug Was Slick with Lube.
Without Further Preamble, the Man Inserted the Plug Into Cody's Tight Hole. He Felt a Stretching Pressure, the Plastic Intrusion Filling Him up In a Way that Was Both Painful and Oddly Comforting. the Plug Was Larger than Any He Had Used Before, and The Base Was Thick, a Constant Reminder of His Predicament. the Man Worked It in And Out, Stretching Cody's Opening Wider with Each Thrust until It Finally Popped Into Place with A Wet, Obscene Sound that Echoed Through the Room.
Cody's Breath Hitched in His Throat, the Pressure from The Plug Sending Waves of Sensation Through His Body. His Cock Strained Against the Confines of The Chastity Cage, Desperate for The Release that The Plug's Presence Promised and Yet Denied. the Three Men Laughed and Jeered, Their Voices Muffled by Their Masks but Their Amusement Clear. They Picked Him Up, His Legs Dangling Uselessly, and Carried Him out Of the Room.
The World Outside Was Nothing but Shadow as They Tossed Him Into the Back of A Van. Cody Was Unsure What Time It Even Was.
The Metal Floor Was Cold and Unforgiving, He Landed with A Painful Thump. He Heard the Doors Slam Shut. the Engine Rumbled to Life, the Vibrations Traveling up Through His Body.
"so, Cody Burden," One of The Men Said, His Voice Deep and Gravelly, "you're Quite the Social Media Sensation, Aren't You?"
The Van's Interior Was a Cacophony of Leather and Metal, the Smell of Their Excitement and The Faint Scent of Gasoline Mixing with The Stench of His Own Fear. Cody Moaned Into the Silicone Gag. “mmmmphhhhh.”
“look at Him Squirm!” the Second Man Said, His Voice High Pitched and Gleeful. “can't Even Speak, Can You, Little Slut?”
The Third Man, Who Hadn’t Spoken Yet, Leaned in Closer. His Mask Was a Twisted Smile, the Fabric Stretched Taut Across His Face. “so Tell Us, Cody Burden, What’s It Like to Be so Popular?”
Cody's Eyes Blocked by The Hood, Panicked Pants. the Silicone Gag Filled His Mouth, the Taste of Rubber and Fear Coating His Tongue. He Tried to Form Words, but All that Came out Was a Series of Muffled Sounds, the Pressure of The Chastity Cage Against His Erection only Heightening His Distress.
"must Be Pretty Lonely, Though," the Deep-Voiced Intruder Mused. "always Playing These Games for Attention. What's It Like to Have No Real Friends, Just a Bunch of Internet Weirdos Who Get Off on Watching You Suffer?"
Cody's Heart Hammered in His Chest, His Thoughts Racing. He Had Never Considered that His Online Persona Could Have Real-World Consequences. the Van's Engine Growled as It Pulled Away from The Curb, the Vibrations Resonating with The Fear that Pulsed Through His Body. the Plastic Wrap and Ties Held Him Tight, a Cocoon of His Own Making.
"so, 'nerdycody,' What's the Deal with This Chastity Cage?" the Intruder with The Deep Voice Chuckled, His Breath Hot Against Cody's Ear. "is This All You've Got to Show for Your Little Stunts?"
Cody Felt the Man's Hand Trace the Contours of The Metal Cage, His Fingers Deftly Finding the Sensitive Nub Beneath. He Gasped as The Man's Grip Tightened, a Sharp Twist of Pain that Sent a Jolt of Electricity Down to His Toes. the Man Had Clearly Practiced Cbt, His Touch Cruel and Precise. Cody's Cock Throbbed, Trapped in Its Metal Prison.
"you Like That, Don't You?" the Intruder's Voice Was a Low Rumble, Filled with A Dark Amusement. "you're Just a Little Slut, Aren't You?"
Cody's Body Betrayed Him as He Nodded, Unable to Stop the Whimpers that Slipped Through the Silicone Gag. the Man's Touch Grew More Insistent, the Tips of His Gloved Fingers Digging Into the Sensitive Flesh of Cody's Trapped Cock. the Pain Was Exquisite, a Symphony of Agony that Danced Along His Nerves and Resonated Deep in His Core.
With a Wicked Smile, the Man Reached Into His Pocket and Pulled out A Pair of Stainless Steel Tweezers. Cody's Eyes Watered, Widened in Horror as He Felt the Cold Metal Pinch His Sensitive Flesh, Teasing the Skin Around the Base of His Cock. the Man's Deft Touch Was Both Terrifying and Mesmerizing, His Movements Deliberate and Precise as He Played Cody's Body Like a Twisted Instrument of Pleasure and Pain.
The Man Took the Tweezers Away for A Moment, the Absence of Their Touch Making Cody's Cock Throb Painfully Against the Confines of The Chastity Cage.
The Anticipation Was Agonizing, His Breaths Coming in Shallow, Muffled Gasps. and Then, without Warning,a Hard Slap Hit His Balls. Cody Reeled in Pain Immediately.
The Man Chuckled Behind His Mask, a Sound that Was Eerily Muffled yet Resonated Through the Van. He Watched as Cody's Body Jerked and Spasmed, His Eyes Watering Behind the Blindfold. the Impact Had Been Swift and Brutall.
Cody's Stomach Churned, the Pain in His Balls a White-Hot Knife that Cut Through the Haze of Arousal that Had Clouded His Mind. He Felt the Bile Rise in His Throat, the Taste of Fear and Humiliation Coating the Back of His Mouth.
He Gagged, the Inflatable Silicone Bulb Swelling as He Struggled to Hold Back the Vomit. the Plastic Wrap Around His Body Felt Like a Prison, Trapping Him. the Bag Pulls Into His Face with Each Breath, He Could Feel the Heat of His Own Breath on His Face.
The Man in The Van Leaned Over, a Glint of Something Metallic in His Hand. It Was a Ring of Small, Sharp Spikes, the Kind Used in Cock and Ball Torture, or Cbt. the Man Dragged the Tool Across the Chastity Cage, the Spikes Digging Into His Flesh with Each Movement.
Another Hour of Cbt Later, Cody Is Crying, His Dick Betraying Him, and The Van Stopping at Their Destination.
"welcome to Your Main Event, Little Slut," One of The Intruders Jeered, the Sound of His Zipper Echoing in The Confined Space. Cody's Heart Raced, His Chest Heaving with Fear as The Van Doors Swung Open.
His Hood Was Cut Off Using a Knife, Cody Could See for The First Time.
The Cold, Early Morning Air Was a Slap in The Face, the Stark Contrast to The Stuffy Warmth of His Confinement. He Felt Rough Hands Grabbing Him, Yanking Him out Of the Van, and Dragging Him Across a Gravelly Surface.
The Warehouse Loomed Before Them, a Hulking Monolith of Shadows and Echoes. the Sounds of Muffled Cries and Grunts Filled the Air, a Symphony of Pain and Pleasure that Sent Shivers Down Cody's Spine. He Lay There as Two of His Captors Carry Him to The Center of The Room.
As His Eyes Adjusted to The Dim Light, Cody Could Make out The Various Pieces of Bondage Furniture Scattered Around: A St. Andrew's Cross, a Fuck Bench, and Chains Hanging from The Ceiling. His Heart Raced at The Sight, His Arousal Growing Despite the Fear that Gripped Him. He Noticed a Figure in The Corner, a Green Neoprene Hood with A Wedgie, Suspended by His Underwear, Writhing in Mid-Air. It Was the Pup from The Dumpster Night!
The Pup's Eyes Met Cody's, a Mix of Terror and Resignation in His Gaze. the Same Sadistic Smile Played on The Lips of The Burly Leader as He Stepped Forward, a Leather Riding Crop in His Hand. "welcome to Your New Playground, Cody," He Sneered. "it Seems Our Little Pup Here Has Been Eager to See You Again. He's Been Quite the Busy Bee, Spreading the Word About Your Little... Hobby."
Cody's Heart Sank. the Pup Had Led Him Into This Twisted Game, and Now He Was a Participant without Consent. the Pup's Muffled Cries Grew Louder as The Leader Approached, the Crop Swishing Through the Air with A Menacing Sound. He Watched, Horrified, as The Crop Made Contact with The Pup's Exposed Ass, the Neoprene Hood Hid a Large Penis Gag, Muffling His Screams Into Whimpers. the Pup's Body Jerked and Writhed, His Eyes Never Leaving Cody's, Begging for Rescue.
The Leader's Gaze Flicked Between Them, His Grin Widening as He Took in Cody's Bound Form. "looks Like Our Little Masochist Has Some Competition," He Said, His Voice Thick with Amusement. "but Don't Worry, We've Got Plenty of Fun Planned for Both of You."
Two More Figures Emerged from The Shadows of The Warehouse, Their Presence Adding to The Already Oppressive Atmosphere.
The First Was a Towering, Muscular Man, His Body Encased in A Tight Black Rubber Suit that Shimmered in The Dim Light. His Face Was Obscured by A Drone Mask, the Buzzing Sound of The Propellers on His Shoulders Adding an Eerie Soundtrack to His Approach.
The Second Man Was Similarly Dressed, but Instead of A Drone Mask, He Wore a Sleek, Skin-Tight Catsuit that Highlighted His Toned Physique. His Eyes Gleamed with A Sadistic Excitement that Mirrored the Leader's.
"meet Drone 5467," the Leader Announced, Gesturing to The Man with The Buzzing Shoulders. "he's Quite the Artist when It Comes to Pain and Pleasure. and This," He Said, Turning to The Second Man, "is Our Gimp-Piss Slave. He's Here to Ensure Everyone's Hydrated... in The Most... Personal Way."
The Two Newcomers Stepped Closer, and Cody Felt the Tension in The Room Ratchet up Several Notches. He Tried to Pull Away, but The Leader's Grip on His Arm Was Like Iron. the Pup's Whimpers Grew More Desperate as He Watched, His Own Predicament Seemingly Forgotten in The Face of Cody's Plight.
Suddenly, a Quick Snip Echoed Through the Warehouse, and The Duct Tape and Plastic Wrap that Bound Cody Fell Away Like a Discarded Cocoon. He Was Standing Naked and Exposed, His Chastity Cage Still in Place, Metal Furniture Surrounding Them. the Leader Chuckled, Running a Gloved Finger Along the Cage. "looks Like You're Ready to Join the Party," He Said, His Eyes Raking Over Cody's Trembling Form.
The Man in The Rubber Suit, Drone 5467, Stepped up With a Gleam in His Eye. in His Hands, He Held Two Rubber-Ball Gloves. the Kind that Make Your Hands Unusable.
Cody's Stomach Dropped as The Man Approached, His Heart Pounding in His Chest. the Catsuit-Clad Tormentor, Gimp-Piss Slave, Followed Closely Behind, a Smug Smile Playing on His Lips.
The Rubber Ball Gloves Were Quickly Forced onto Each Hand, Followed by A Metal Shackle that Clicked Into Place Over the Disabling Rubber Gloves.
Cody Was Helpless as They Raised His Arms Above His Head and Attached Each Glove to A Metal Winch Dangling Right Above Him.
The Leader Stepped Away, Pressing a Button on A Control Pad, and Cody Felt Himself Being Hoisted Into the Air, His Feet Leaving the Cold, Grimy Ground. He Was Forced onto His Tiptoes as The Winches Pulled Taut, His Body Stretched to Its Limits. the Pain Was Intense, but Not Unbearable. Not Yet.
As Cody Dangled There, His Feet Barely Touching the Floor, the Leader Approached Him, Holding the Leather Crop Used to Torture the Pup.
"you Like to Watch, Don't You?" He Sneered, Bringing the Crop Down in A Swift Arc.
Cody's Body Jerked in Response, His Teeth Gritted Against the Pain. the Leader's Words Echoed in His Mind, a Taunting Refrain that Grew Louder with Each Strike. He Felt the Sting of The Leather, the Bite as It Met His Skin. He Couldn't Help the Whimpers that Escaped His Throat, the Sound only Seeming to Encourage the Man Further.
Again and Again, the Crop Fell, a Relentless Storm of Pain that Painted Stripes of Fire Across His Chest and Abdomen. Cody's Eyes Watered, the World Around Him a Blur of Shadows and Light.
Suddenly, the Leader Stepped Back, His Hand Reaching Into a Bag at His Side. He Pulled out Two Small, Gleaming Devices that Looked Like Tiny Vices. Cody's Breath Hitched as He Recognized the Clamps, Each Tipped with A Sharp, Pointed Tip.
The Leader Approached with A Grin, the Sadistic Glint in His Eyes Growing Brighter. He Took One of Cody's Nipples Between His Thumb and Forefinger, the Calloused Skin Sending a Shiver of Revulsion Through Cody's Body.
"these," He Said, Holding up The Clamps, "will Ensure You're Fully Engaged."
The Leader's Gloved Hand Hovered Over Cody's Chest, the Clamps Poised and Ready. Cody's Breath Hitched as The First Clamp Was Brought Closer to His Left Nipple. He Could Feel the Cool Metal Against His Sensitive Flesh, the Anticipation Making Him Tremble.
The Leader's Grip Was Firm, His Thumb Pressing Down on The Clamp, and With a Swift Motion, It Closed Around the Peak of Cody's Nipple. the Pain Was Instant, a Sharp, Searing Agony that Took Cody's Breath Away. He Screamed Into the Gag, His Body Arching as The Clamp Bit Down, the Pointed Tip Digging Into His Skin.
Cody's Eyes Watered Uncontrollably, and His Vision Swam as The Second Clamp Was Applied to His Right Nipple with The Same Cruel Precision. the Sensation Was Overwhelming, the Metal Biting Into His Sensitive Flesh as The Rubbery Coating of The Gloves Stretched His Skin Even Further. He Could Feel the Blood Rushing to His Chest, the Pain Pulsing in Time with His Racing Heart.
Before He Could Even Begin to Adjust to The New Level of Torment, a Boot Connected with The Metal Chastity Cage, the Force of The Kick Sending Shockwaves Through His Entire Body. the Cage Dug Into His Swollen Member, and The Pressure Was Unbearable. He Screamed Into the Gag, the Sound Muffled but No Less Intense. the Pup in The Corner of The Room Whimpered, His Eyes Wide with Horror.
The Burly Leader's Grin Grew Even Wider at Cody's Pained Reaction. He Nodded to The Catsuit-Clad Individual, Who Stepped Forward with A Wicked Glint in Their Eye. the Person Reached up And Began to Unlock and Unbuckle the Gag in Place,
Cody’s Unable to Spit out The Gag until The Piss Slave Deflates the Gag. It’s Quickly Pulled out And Cody Starts to Drool Immediately.
The Pup's Whimpers Grew Louder as He Watched, His Own Fate Clearly Reflected in Cody's Current Predicament. Yearning for His Gag to Be Released to Apologize to Cody.
Cody's Eyes Searched the Room, Desperate for Any Sign of Mercy, but All He Found Were the Cold, Gleaming Eyes of The Catsuit-Wearing Tormentor and The Sadistic Smirk of The Burly Leader. the Gag Was Removed, and A Rush of Foul Air Filled His Mouth. He Gagged, Coughing and Sputtering, Trying to Rid His Mouth of The Taste of His Own Fear.
The Leader Leaned in Close, His Breath Hot on Cody's Ear. "he Must Be Thirsty After All That," He Said, His Voice a Low Rumble. "do You Need Water, Nerdy Cody?"
Cody Applies, His Voice Shakes, and Mouth Parched “y-Yes.”
In Response, the Burly Leader's Hand Swung Back, and Cody Felt the Sting of A Hard Slap Across His Cheek, the Force Knocking His Head to The Side. the Pup Flinched in His Suspension, His Eyes Never Leaving Cody's Face. the Leader's Voice Was a Cold, Mocking Growl. "that's 'yes, Sir' to You, Bitch Slut."
The Sting from The Slap Lingered, a Burning Reminder of His Powerlessness. Cody's Voice Quivered as He Corrected Himself. "yes, Sir," He Murmured, His Eyes Watering.
The Burly Leader Smirked, His Hand Reaching Down to Stroke Cody's Chastity Cage. "good Boy," He Said, His Voice a Taunt. "piss Slave! You’re Up!”
A Figure Dressed in A Gimp Catsuit Shuffled Forward, the Heavy Leather Hood and Mask Obscuring All but The Glint of His Eyes. His Erection Strained Against the Tight Material, and As He Stepped Closer, Cody Could See the Clear Plastic Tube Attached to The Tip of His Cock, Aimed Directly at Him. the Gimp's Voice Was Muffled by The Rubber Gag that Filled His Mouth, but The Excitement Was Unmistakable. He Unzipped the Catsuit with A Dramatic Flourish, the Sound Echoing Through the Warehouse Like the Unraveling of A Perverse Present.
The Pup Looked Away, Unable to Watch as The Gimp Pulled out His Cock, the Plastic Tube Now Fully Exposed. It Was Thick and Veiny, the Head a Swollen Red that Spoke of His Eagerness to Participate in Cody's Punishment. the Gimp Stepped Closer, the Scent of His Arousal Thick in The Stale Air. "open Up, Thirsty Boy," the Gimp Ordered.
Cody's Eyes Grew Wide with Terror, His Nostrils Flaring as He Took in The Stench of Urine. the Gimp's Grip Tightened Around His Chin, and He Had No Choice but To Open His Mouth. the First Warm Stream Hit the Back of His Throat, the Taste Bitter and Acrid.
He Gagged, His Body Revolting Against the Foul Liquid, but The Gimp's Hand Was Unyielding, Pushing His Head Back to Ensure He Swallowed Every Drop.
The Gimp's Eyes Gleamed with Delight as He Watched the Helpless Man Struggle to Contain His Disgust, His Piss Filling Cody's Mouth and Then Spilling Down His Chin.
Suddenly, the Sound of Mechanical Whirring Filled the Air. Cody's Head Snapped Up, the Flow of Urine Momentarily Ceased by His Shock. out Of the Shadows Emerged a Hulking Figure, the Big Muscle Drone 5467 Has the Winch Lift Cody Back up To Just Standing Position.
The Muscular Drone Walks Behind Cody. Cody Feels the Ever Presence of The Butt Plus Slowly Get Pulled Out, until The Inevitable Plop Sound Comes Out. Cody Grunts with The Large Toy Passing His Sphincter.
Two Captors, Who Had Been Smoking Outside Come In, and Unshackled Cody from The Curling Winch. He Is Dragged to The Fuck Bench and Placed Atop of It. Leather Ankle Restraints Applied to His Ankles, His Gimpy-Ball Hands and Shackled Attached to The Front of The Fuck Bench.
The Burly Leader Saunters Over, a Smug Grin Plastered on His Face. "well, Cody Burden," He Says, His Voice Thick with Amusement, "it Seems It's Time for My Big Himbo Drone to Get His Nut Out. You've Had Your Fun with This Whole Ordeal, Now It's Time to Face the Real Deal."
Cody's Eyes Widen as The Drone, Named Drone 5467, Looms Closer. the Zipper on Its Catsuit Opens with A Metallic Growl, Revealing a Cock so Massive It Seems Almost Comical. the Girth of A Soda Can, the Length of A Forearm, It's a Monstrous Appendage that Defies Logic and Sends Waves of Dread Through Cody's Already Trembling Body. the Room Seems to Close in Around Him as The Drone Steps Forward, Its Mechanical Joints Creaking with Each Movement, the Cold Gleam of Its Eyes Fixed on Him.
"please," Cody Whimpers Through His Bruised and Swollen Lips, the Desperation in His Voice Thick and Pathetic. "i've Had Enough. Please, Let Me Go." the Pup's Eyes Are Wide with Horror, Unable to Look Away from The Grotesque Display of Power that Stands Before Them. the Burly Leader Laughs, a Deep, Throaty Sound that Echoes Through the Warehouse.
With a Swift Movement, the Leader Grabs the Metal Clamps that Had Been Tormenting Cody's Nipples, Twisting Them Cruelly Before Releasing Them. the Sudden Absence of Pain Sends a Bolt of Relief Through Cody's Body, Making His Knees Buckle. He Gasps for Air, His Chest Heaving with The Effort of Each Ragged Breath.
Quickly the Leader Begins to Pinch and Rub the Sensitive Nipples, All While the Drone Continues to Stroke in Front of Cody.
Cody's Body Jolts with Pain and Fear as The Cold, Hard Tip of An Enema Syringe Presses Against His Anus. the Captor's Hands Are Firm and Unyielding as He Squeezes the Plunger, the Lube Flooding Into His Bowels.
"no, No, Please," Cody Sobs, His Eyes Screwed Shut in A Desperate Attempt to Block out The Reality of His Situation. the Pup's Eyes Are Filled with A Mix of Horror and Pity, but He's as Powerless as Cody to Stop the Relentless Progression of Their Twisted Game.
The Drone's Voice, Cold and Metallic, Pierces the Air. "give Your New Friend a Kiss," It Commands, Its Tone Devoid of Any Semblance of Emotion. Cody Feels the Hot, Pulsing Length of The Drone's Cock Press Against His Cheek, the Girth of It Leaving Him Trembling. He Opens His Mouth, the Salty Taste of His Own Fear Mingling with The Musk of The Drone's Arousal. His Tongue Darts Out, Brushing Against the Tip of The Monstrous Cock.
The Pup's Eyes Widen in Horror as He Watches, Unable to Look Away from The Scene Unfolding in Front of Him. His Own Bondage Feels Like a Prison of His Own Making, His Silent Screams Echoing in The Vast Emptiness of The Warehouse. Cody, However, Feels a Strange Sense of Comfort in The Drone's Dominance, His Mind Retreating to A Place Where Pain and Pleasure Are Indistinguishable.
The Drone's Muscular Arms Reach Around Cody's Waist, the Controlling Hands Sending a Shiver Down His Spine. the Massive Cock Is Lined up With His Not-So-Tight, Gaping Hole, and Cody Braces Himself for The Inevitable Intrusion. the Pup's Gaze Is Glued to The Sight, His Own Cock Hardening While Dangling in His Hanging Wedgie.
The Leader Steps in Front of Cody, Unzipping His Leather Pants with A Dramatic Flourish. His Cock Springs Forth, Thick and Veiny, a Monstrous Beacon of Dominance that Makes Cody's Throat Tighten in Anticipation. "look at It," the Leader Sneers, "the Cock That's Going to Fuck You Senseless but Is Nothing Compared to What’s About to Plunge Into You. Even I Have to Admit that My Drone’s Cock Is Enormous. You're Going to Suck Mine Like You've Never Sucked Before, Aren't You?"
The Pup's Eyes Widen in Horror, Watching Cody's Expression Contort as The Tip of The Soda Can Girth Cock Presses Against His Quivering Hole. Cody Nods Frantically, His Voice Too Soft to Even Hear.
With a Grin, the Leader Grabs the Back of Cody's Head and Thrusts His Own Cock Into Cody's Mouth, the Action Punctuated by The Sickening Sound of A Wet, Forced Entry. Cody's Eyes Water, the Gag Reflex Kicking In, but He Has No Choice but To Adapt as The Leader's Shaft Slams Against the Back of His Throat. the Taste of Leather and Sweat Fills His Mouth as The Burly Man Starts to Fuck His Face with A Fervor that Leaves No Room for Protest.
Meanwhile, Drone 5467's Massive Phallus Begins Its Relentless Assault on Cody's Ass, the Tip of The Cock Driving Deep Within Him without Mercy.
Cody Is in Pain. His Cries of Distress Echo Through the Room, His Bound Body Jerking and Straining Against His Restraints as He Takes the Himbo Drone’s Thrusts. Any Tightness to Cody’s Hole Is Gone. He Has Been Officially Cored.
The Leader Continues to Face Fuck Cody, but He’s Straining Hard. He Blows His Load, Nearly After a Minute and A Half of Face Fucking!
Cody Feels the Hot Jizz Hit the Back of His Throat, and He’s Forced to Swallow It Down as The Leader Pulls Out. the Pup, Still in His Suspended Bondage, Watches in Horror as Cody's Eyes Water, His Face a Mask of Pure Misery. the Pup's Cock, Despite His Fear, Is Still Hard, and He Can't Help but Feel a Twisted Arousal at The Sight of His Friend's Degradation.
The Burly Leader Wipes His Cock Clean with A Grin, Then Turns to Drone 5467. "keep Going," He Commands, His Voice Thick with Lust. "i Want to See how Much Our Little Masochist Can Take." the Drone's Eyes Light up With a Cold, Blue Glow, and It Resumes Its Rhythmic Pounding of Cody's Ass without Missing a Beat. the Sound of Flesh Slapping Against Flesh Fills the Room, Punctuated by Cody's Muffled Whimpers and The Slick Squelch of The Drone's Cock.
The Pup's Gaze Is Glued to The Scene Before Him, His Heart Racing. Despite His Fear, He Feels His Own Cock Twitch in His Tight Hang Wedgie.
. He's Never Seen Anyone Take Such Punishment Before, Let Alone Someone Who Was His Would-Be-Victim. the Pup's Mind Reels, Trying to Reconcile His Feelings of Horror with The Undeniable Arousal that Cody's Plight Has Sparked in Him. He Bites His Lip, His Eyes Never Leaving the Spot Where the Drone's Cock Meets Cody's Trembling Hole.
With a Final, Powerful Thrust, Drone 5467 Reaches Its Climax. Cum Spurts out In Thick, Hot Ropes, Filling Cody to The Brim. the Drone's Arms Shake with The Intensity of Its Orgasm, the Blue Lights of Its Eyes Flashing Rapidly. Cody's Body Convulses, a Muffled Scream Escaping as He's Forced to Accept the Full Brunt of Its Load.
The Pup's Own Orgasm Hits Him Like a Punch to The Gut, His Cock Pulsing and Releasing a Sticky Mess Into His Underwear, the Tightness of His Wedgie only Heightening the Sensation.
The Drone Withdraws with A Wet, Squelching Sound, and Cody Collapses onto The Bench, Panting and Sweating. the Burly Leader Steps Back, a Self-Satisfied Smile on His Face as He Watches Cody's Body Tremble. the Pup Is Lowered to The Ground, the Tension in His Body Visibly Releasing as The Ropes Are Untied. His Legs Give Out, and He Crumples to The Floor, the Sticky Residue of His Own Cum Mingling with The Dust and Grime. the Leader Sneers Down at Him, Tossing a Wad of Crumpled Cash onto His Bruised and Sweaty Chest.
Thanks for The Lead on This Fun New Toy, “pup Wedgie. Now Get the Hell out Of Here. Take Your Money and Leave. We’ve Got Some More Fun to Be Had.”
Pup Wedgie's Voice Gone Still. the Burly Leader Had Called Him to Leave. the Pup Pointed at His Mouth Gag. “you Keep that Penis Gag in Your Mouth, Pup. Think of It as A Parting Gift, Now Leave.”
Cody Couldn't Help but Feel a Pang of Pity. He Watched as Pup Wedgie's Bruised and Welted Back Disappeared Through the Doorway, the Sting of His Own Recent Torments a Stark Reminder of The Pain the Pup Had Endured Before His Arrival.
The Burly Leader Turned His Attention Back to Cody, a Twisted Grin on His Face. He Grabbed the Cody’s Hair Leash, and Yanked His Head Up. "looks Like You're Going to Be Here a While, @nerdycody," He Sneered. "but Don't Worry, We've Got Plenty of Entertainment Planned for You."
For the first time, Cody realizes they’ve been live-streaming his torment ever since he arrived. He looks up at the camera and says “Make sure to like and follow, @codynerdy.”
