This is a rather long one. I considered splitting it in two, but since I promised spiciness in this chapter, I had to deliver it in this chapter. I hope the read is worth it.
(The second chapter ended by me still laying on the bed and my head spinning after Patrick told me he's going to keep me restrained for two weeks.)
I woke up almost immediately. It was fear that woke me up because I felt his hands on my head. He put something like a gas mask on me and told me he needed me to sleep for a bit longer this time, so he was going to help me by using an actual anaesthesia. “I can’t just paralyze you again” he said “I don’t want you to know what I’m doing. I want it to be a surprise.”
I protested. I jerked my entire body. But he just smiled at me and turned a valve. I hadn’t noticed that the mask was connected to a hose that led to something that looked like a gas tank. Involuntarily, I closed my eyes and fell asleep again. The last thing I saw was Patrick putting blue plastic gloves on his hands.
I don’t know how much time passed before I woke up again, but when I did, I was still strapped to the bed and that strange feeling was still running through my entire body. Only this time it was stronger, more difficult to ignore. And my asshole felt weird. However, Patrick was nowhere to be found. The room was quiet, so although I could still only see the ceiling, I knew he wasn’t there.
I had to get out of there. ASAP! I tried pulling my wrists and ankles out of the restraints, and at one point I almost felt like I could actually get my right hand free. But my arm was getting tired and when I eased off just a tiny bit, the restraints fell back in their place. It was just another joke played on me.
Then I noticed Patrick. He was just standing there, leaning on the doorpost and looking amused. He stepped closer, took something of his table and started talking as if everything was normal. And his monologue was excruciating in every way.
“This cream is another one of my creations. It consists of about two dozen of ingredients, most of which would be too boring to explain, but there are two that are really essential for the purpose of the cream and this whole thing we’re doing here. The first one is something incredibly itchy for a living organism. Meaning that if for example your hand comes in contact with it, your hand would itch regardless of how much you scratch it. The second major ingredient of my cream is something that can temporarily supress the effects of the first ingredient if it absorbs a specific substance.
The genius thing about it is that you can control what the substance activating the suppressor is. That’s where the additives come into play. By adjusting the other twenty or so ingredients, I can ‘program’ what specific substance will supress the itch. And the best thing is that you can make adjustments as long as the cream is liquidy, but once it dries up, the configuration is locked and nothing can be done about it.
Now... Did you know that every guy’s cum is different? It’s like fingerprints. There aren’t two people on Earth with the same fingerprint. With cum, it’s the same thing. While the basic composition of cum is the same regardless of who it came from, the precise components, their ratio, pH and so on slightly vary.
To get to the point… As everything else I introduced you to before, I created this cream just for you. The substance that will get rid of the itch is my cum, and while you were in your little induced sleep, I spread this cream all around the insides of your butt hole. What that means is that once everything is settled and the cream dries, your prostate will itch – so much that it will drive you crazy. And the only thing that can get rid of your itch is my cum.
You’ll basically have two options. Either live with the itch for some time and go absolutely nuts from it, or let me nut in your ass to stop it from itching. You’re one of the strongest people I know, both physically and mentally. But even you can’t bear anything like that. So sooner or later you’ll come to me and ask me to fuck you. And then again, and again, and again. The soothing effects of my cum will last for about two days, after which the itch will return. Also, I made sure the sensation you’ll feel from it will be absolutely amazing, so don’t worry, you’ll love it.
Have you ever heard Ivan Petrovich Pavlov? He was a Russian psychologist who, thanks to his clever experiments, made dogs drool after hearing a bell because they thought of food when hearing the bell. I’ll make something similar to you. You’ll associate me fucking you with the relief of your itch. You will learn to want me to fuck you.”
I felt like my head was going to explode. There were so many thoughts, fears, angers etc., flying through my mind that I don’t even know what they were. I was unable to focus on any of them. I was just dumbstruck, just lying there with my mouth open, empty expression in my eyes, and my brain overheating.
Patrick, seeing my IQ dropping rapidly, simply said “I’ll let you process everything for now” and left for the door. He stopped, turned around and added “I forgot one thing. Your private areas are effectively useless.”
For the next few hours, I was just laying in my bed, staring at the ceiling, contemplating the implication of the events of the past god knows how long on my life, and trying not to cry.
When Patrick came back, he just sat on the side of my bed and didn’t say anything. I had so many questions, but my mouth wasn’t cooperating, and I was only able to say one word before my eyes started watering.
“Why?”
“Because I love you Dom.” Those words felt heavy and they were followed by a long pause during which he just started at me. Then he wiped my tears off my face and continued. “I told you I tried approaching you about this matter. But you always swayed me away from it before I could even start. And so I had to use a different method. "Another long pause." I know it is hard for you now. Hell, it’s hard for me too. Do you think I like this? I hate it. I don’t want to treat you as an object, perform medical experiments on you. It tears my heart every time I look at you just lying here defenceless. But because I started, I have to continue. If I stopped now, you’d beat me to death and run away. I’d lose you forever, even the smallest part of you would vanish from my life. If I finish this and it doesn’t work out as I hope it would, it will probably lead to the same outcome, but it won’t end worse than that. If I want to have a chance to even see your face in the future, I have to finish this and hope it works. Even if we both feel absolutely terrible about everything right now.”
I don’t know how he did it, but he touched a part of me I no longer thought I had. I felt a flush of sympathy for him. I no longer saw him as a mad scientist, but rather as a sad puppy who didn’t know what else to do. Of course, it didn’t change anything about the fact he was holding me against my will and doing things to me that I absolutely didn’t agree to. But maybe I started understanding him a little better.
“It should take about two more hours before the cream in your rectum fully dries, so you still have time to mentally prepare for what’s inevitable. In the meantime, I brought you some food.” He paused for a second. “I want you to enjoy it, so if you promise you won’t do anything stupid, I will loosen the restraints on your upper body a little so you can sit.”
In everything that was going on, I completely forgot I haven’t eaten since the day he seduced me. “Okay” I said.
I thought he was going to free my hands, but no. He just opened the restraints on my chest, biceps and forehead, but my wrists stayed locked. I sat up. He took a fork and started feeding me. I wanted to try getting off the restraints but remembering how much energy it took me the last time I tried, I knew there was no point. I reluctantly opened my mouth.
He got me an amazing dish. It was a simple chicken steak with baked potatoes and iceberg salad, but somehow it tasted absolutely delicious. After I finished, he strapped me back. But he didn’t use the forehead restraint so I was at least able to look around. I looked at him and said “Before you left, you said something about my private parts being useless.”
“Do you remember the first night? After I gave you the sleep mask and turned you on your stomach, I told you I was no longer going to speak as I needed to focus. Well, you couldn’t feel it, but I gave you multiple injections pretty much everywhere on your body. I’ll get to their purpose later and I promise you’ll like it. But there was one more injection, one you should know about. Before I gave you the sleep mask, I injected your underbelly with a clear liquid. That one did two things. a) it deactivated your corpora cavernosa, the muscles responsible for erecting your penis, and b) nearly killed the nerves in your underbelly, including your penis and testicles.”
“So, what you’re saying is that if a chick was giving me the best blowjob of my life, I couldn’t feel it and my dick wouldn’t get hard.”
“That’s almost exactly what I am saying. You would feel it, just not get any pleasure from it.”
“Wonderful, that’s much better.” I said sarcastically.
“You are taking it better than I thought.”
“What did you expect? You numbed me by all the things you said and did in the last few days and then fried my brain with what you said today.”
“You will like it in the end.”
“Like it? Hardly. You drained me of all my emotion. Anyway… What about the other injections you mentioned?”
“Oh, you will surely like those once I explain them. So, basically the injections on the first night did no actual changes, they were just preparing your body for more injections. Those came yesterday when I gave you the real anaesthesia. While you were sleeping, I gave you more injections. It was a cocktail of burners, boosters, stabilizers and other things I haven’t named yet. I’m not going to bore you with details. The purpose is simple, to make your muscles look even more amazing than before. You are huge already, but after what I gave you, you will be a mountain, an absolute beast. This time I was doing it just and only for you. I love how you look now, but I know you have your ideas, so I made these shots to make you look more to your own liking. Bulkier.”
“I didn’t expect good news.”
“Although I should probably mention one thing.”
“Ah, here we go.”
“I don’t know what your stance on this is, we never talked about, uhm, your glutes. Your ass is currently very disproportionate. I mean I don’t know when the last time you saw yourself from behind was, but your ass is ridiculously featureless and small, compared to the rest of your body. So I added my twist. Your butt will grow. You’ll have the roundest, bubbliest and most beautiful butt in the land.”
“Oh sure. Because getting fucked in my asshole and having a virtually dead dick is not enough, so now I’ll have a big butt so everyone can look at my shame. Great.”
“Just please trust me. I know I haven’t given you much reason in the last couple of days, but I’m begging you, please trust me that in the end you will like all of this.”
“Eat shit.”
I wanted to be so angry again, but seeing the desperate and almost defeated look on his face did not let me. He just got up from the side of my bed and went to the bathroom. I wasn’t sure, but I thought I heard quiet sobbing from there. However, I couldn’t focus on that for long as I started feeling weird in my butt. I guess it came sooner than Patrick anticipated. Before I could think about what I was going to do, the weird feeling quickly shifted to mildly troubling as I didn’t know what was actually happening inside of me. Soon enough, mildly troubling changed into annoying and extremely unpleasant. It was the itch. An unexpected short but loud scream escaped my mouth. I couldn’t believe how quickly it changed. I went from feeling nothing to having the insides of my ass itch like crazy in less than half a minute.
Hearing me, Patrick came from the bathroom and looked at me half-surprised. “Dom? You feel it already?”
“Yes, and you were right, it is absolutely terrible. Uuugh.” I moaned.
“I can’t listen to you like this. I am going to sit on my bed with headphones on. If you want something, let me know.
“How do you… ugh uugh… want me to let you know… uuugggh… if you can’t her me? UUUGH?”
“I can still see you.” He said and put on his headphones. He then took his laptop from his table and sat on his bed, leaning against the wall and facing me. He wiped his left eye, opened his laptop and started clicking. I guess he did sob indeed.
What followed was incredibly menacing six hours of resisting the urge I felt and contemplating my options, but I could no longer bear it. I furiously shook my head to alert Patrick. He looked up from the screen, saw me and took down his headphones to ask if I need something.
“I can’t anymore.” was all I managed to say.
He looked at his screen again, then back at me and said “Well you resisted for forty minutes, which is way longer than I expected.”
“FORTY MINUTES????” I thought I was lying there for at least six hours and he’s now telling me it was only forty minutes? That can’t be right! “FUCKING SERIOUSLY?”
“Yes, how long did you think it was?”
“HOURS” I almost screamed.
He chuckled. “What can I do for you, Dom?”
“I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but can you scratch me?”
“Sure, where?” he chuckled again.
“NOT FUNNY! Quick! Please!”
He opened his drawer, took out a blue plastic glove and lube, put it on his right hand and went to my legs. “Just to make sure, you want me to scratch your rectum…”
“Just do it already!”
“Are you sure?”
“NO! DO IT!!”
I felt his hand on the insides of my thighs and I grew more and more uncomfortable with what I told him to do. Then I felt him on my asshole. His finger was cold, despite the glove. He slowly started pushing. I didn’t like it at all, but I needed him to scratch the itch or I was going to have “died of madness” carved on my tombstone. When he actually pushed past the sphincter, I felt violated. But then he started scratching and I immediately forgot about the violation. It felt good to finally have it scratched. However, as I understood, he spread the cream everywhere and his finger only managed to scratch one small spot. So I shouted “Second finger! And turn!” which he did. He inserted a second finger, which stretched my sphincter way more than I thought and it actually hurt, but the itch was worse. He started scratching with the second finger as well as turning his wrist so that he could scratch everywhere. The problem was that the second he stopped scratching one spot, it immediately started itching again. And after only two minutes he retrieved his fingers back out.
“What are you doing? Keep going!”
“My hand is getting tired. And either way, this will not get rid of your itch. I already told you what needs to happen for the itch to stop.”
It took me probably about fifteen seconds before I told him what I told him. “For the mercy of god, do anything to get rid of it, please!” I almost cried these words out. I knew what I was saying and I wasn’t sure I actually wanted it, but there was only one way to find out and not doing anything wasn’t it.
“Once I do it, there won’t be a way back.” he said warning me.
“I KNOW” I shouted.
“Okay.” he said and started taking his pants off. With them came off his boxers. The sight of his 7-inch dick scared me even more than I was before. There was no way in hell that thing was going in me. He poured lube on his hand and quickly got himself hard with it. It was at this point I realized there wasn’t going to be a condom. Of course there wasn’t, otherwise this wouldn’t work as his stupid cum wouldn’t get to his stupid cream. But I hadn’t thought of that until then. Before I could sort out my thoughts, he jumped on the bed between my legs and swept his legs underneath mine. I wanted to stop him, to tell him I changed my mind, but before I could he unlocked the restraints on my ankles and thighs, lifted my legs up in the air, bent them on my chest and pressed them with his hands under my knee-joints. Next thing I knew was that his dick was pressing against my asshole.
And half a second later he was inside me. I gasped so loudly I surprised myself. The pain was unbelievable. I didn’t know how much of his dick was inside of me, but I felt like he tore my ass in half. And considering how thick he was, he probably wasn’t even half in. Without warning, he started pushing deeper. I felt so full. I felt like I had to take the biggest shit of my life. And yet he kept pushing, slowly but surely. I wanted to scream at him to stop, but I was in so much pain I couldn’t say anything.
Then I felt his pelvis hugging my ass. His entire length was inside of me. I seriously had another guy’s dick inside of me and the guy was non other than my best buddy Patrick. He stayed still for a little while and I managed to gasp “Oh my god.” Although I meant it as a cry for help, Patrick understood it as a prompt and started pounding. Slowly at first, but quickly picking up the speed. I wanted to vomit and feel disgusted, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the relief it brought to me. The walls of my rectum were all getting scratched at the same time, his dick was scratching everything. It still hurt like nine circles of hell, but the pain was slowly subsiding alongside the itch. It actually felt good.
I felt my dick getting hard. I was very surprised, because me getting hard meant getting fucked brought me pleasure, which is an accusation I absolutely refuse to accept. Getting fucked didn’t bring me pleasure. It was the relief from the itch that pleased me, but not the act of getting fucked.
Patrick interrupted my thoughts. “Hey, you’re getting hard. I guess you do like this after all. Anyway, remember it well, it may be the last time you ever see your dick hard.” Fuck, I forgot about what he said earlier. “The injection will take only about three or four more days to take effect.”
As he said that, I looked at my dick and saw it glistening. No, no, no, that cannot be right. Not only am I hard, now I am leaking precum? How is that even possible? Under no circumstances can I let Patrick know. However, just as I was thinking that, Patrick’s dick started spasming and without any warning, he started shooting warm cum in me. And he had a lot of it. He was filling me up quickly, it felt like it was going to travel through my body and end up in my mouth. A good thing was that that wasn’t in any way possible. A bad thing was that feeling him filling me up got me over the edge and I came too. I shot four long ropes of cum all over my chest.
The entire thing was so humiliating, and when I came, I felt like I was going to die of shame. I did not understand how I could cum from getting pounded, but what more, Patrick saw I just came from him flooding me with his cum. These thoughts quickly went away when Patrick pulled out. His cum now started pouring out of me, which meant it flowed through my insides. And I finally got what I deserved after suffering through all of this. The itch went away as quickly as it started (allegedly less than an hour ago). It took less than thirty seconds and I didn’t feel anything apart from a mild pain in my ass and a flood of humiliation.
Patrick just patted my stomach while smiling at me. “See? I told you you’d like it. And say what you want, but you came and that means you did enjoy it.” He said those words with honest happiness. After that, he went to the bathroom and brought a towel. He wiped my torso, then folded it, lifted my butt and put it under me (presumably so that the leaking cum didn’t stain the bed). Then he secured my weakened legs back in the restraints. As a final nail to my coffin, he dressed up, said “I’ll let you sort out your thoughts undisturbed.” and left me there alone, still naked, with cum leaking out of my ass and, again, a million thoughts running through my head.
