By Nightbrawler240

When I bid on the slaughterhouse in sheriff’s sale I was ecstatic when I was informed the transaction went through.  Having a background in engineering and architecture pays off when you have a devious mind such as mine.  The first thing I did upon entering the building was to see what was left, what was salvageable, and what was to be removed.  That was over a year ago, and now, for the last two months, I now have a fully automated “dungeon” in the privacy of an inconspicuous building where one would expect to hear all types of sounds.

The speaker system and fake surveillance equipment outside is a deterrent for those with prying eyes or thoughts of vandalism to leave this place alone.

The setup revolves around electromagnetic restraints coupled with the conveyer belts and other equipment left behind which I converted into my own sexual torture devices.  Around the perimeter I have installed an invisible fence similar to the ones used to train dogs.  My routine is simple.  I am secure in a chastity device of my own making again secured by an electromagnet which makes getting out of it nearly impossible.  The sensor to the invisible fence is built into the device, which prevents me from entering the “dungeon” outside of a preset date and time.  Every Friday from 12:00PM to 12:30PM I can enter the building without a problem.  If I try to get near it any time before then, the closer I get, the more of a shock I get to my cock and balls.  Unlike most chastity devices, this one goes on, even if I’m hard, and as I start to go soft, it changes to conform and stays in that position.  My random “Master” program controls my every movement from 12:30PM to 12:00AM Saturday.  If I am late by even 1 second, well, it sucks to be me.

Friday morning came and I was eager to get going to my place of “business.”  I love the warm summer days, something about the warmth of the day adding to the heat in the dungeon only gets me hotter while I’m getting worked over by my mechanical “Master.”  Although the area was experiencing rolling black outs, I wasn’t too concerned due to the back-up systems built into the terminals.  I arrive at 11:55AM and sit at the entry way.  I know I’m already too close because I can feel a slight tingle in my cock.  12:00PM comes and the tingling sensation dissipates.  I am now able to enter the building not knowing what my Master has planned for the next 12 hours.

I go in the main entrance where I remove all of my clothes and place them in the lockbox on a small conveyer belt.  Once sensors detect the weight of my clothes, the lid is shut, secured and taken across the building by the conveyer belt to the exit.  The entrance is locked at this point so there is no turning back.  At 12:00AM I have 20 minutes to get dressed and out of the perimeter before the cock shocks start ramping up.  I apply the wrist gauntlets and ankle restraints and await the Master to open the door.  Once inside, I notice the lights are somewhat dimmer than usual.  I look over at my terminals to see the battery backups are all green lights.  Guess I need to change some of the bulbs.  I go over to the terminal to allow a Maintenance time for all day Friday next week.  Once entered, I go to the big red X at the entry way and wait for the program to start.

Like clockwork, the “Master” lets me know he is ready to play.  My legs are pulled together by the force of the magnets, my arms are brought to my front just as suddenly.  A modified leather hood is lowered from the ceiling and aligns itself perfectly with my face, the back is joined and the magnetic buckles lock it into place.  A red ring gag is lowered and secured the hole allows for easy breathing.  Once hooded and silenced, my arms involuntarily raise to the ceiling and a meat hook takes hold of my arms.  These pulleys and hooks can lift a steer, so I don’t stand a chance against it.  Two small arms lower and grasp both nipples in their vice like grip.  This does not help relieve the discomfort in my cock and balls from the chastity device, I can only wonder when Master will disengage my penile prison, until then, I can only endure with muffled grunts.  The nipple pinching arms start moving up and down with no relief from the pressure exerted.  Once the Master is satisfied I am warmed up, the arms recede to their alcoves, leaving their clamps on my nipples.  I want to scream!  I feel my body being swung over to a conveyer belt.  I am placed between two posts and my leg restraints force my legs open secured to the posts.  The meat hook disengages and I am left standing up unable to move.  I hear a voice through the hood, “Have you been a good boy this week?”  It is so odd hearing my voice being altered by a computer ask me this question.  “What do we have on schedule for this week?  Edging? Milking?  Or shall I just have you stand here for 12 hours and keep you locked up?”  For the LIFE of me, I don’t know why I haven’t gotten rid of that scenario!  I hate even hearing that threat!  “I think milking will be on the menu tonight.”  After hearing those words, I feel release and the chastity device disengages, taken to the end of the conveyer belt by a robotic arm to be reapplied at the end of my session.

My arms are pulled back up on the meat hook and I am stretched out, my grunts and muffled groans do nothing to relieve the pressure.  I am instantly hard, terrified and excited at what is about to transpire.  My personal best is 4 orgasms in the 12 hours allotted, still trying to break that record.  The conveyer moves me towards a tube connected to a milking machine.  Perfect aim, I am secured, buckles are applied securing the device to my hips, my balls cupped in a plastic cradle, I start to feel vibrations caressing my balls.  I gasp and start to moan.  The master starts the pump and I am about to be milked like a steer in heat!  The master speaks to me saying “Are you ready for what’s to come?”  I shake my head yes, almost hyperventilating at this point, the clamps on my nipples becoming even more apparent in my current state.  “Alright then, heerreee weeee…….goooooo……”

What the fuck is this?  That’s not part of any of the programs!! I am now dangling here still secured to a meat hook with a pump secured to my waist my dick in a silicon sheath that should be sucking me off right about now.  Thinking it’s a glitch I wait, hoping for the system to restart.  I look over as much as I can and see the battery backup packs.  The terminal plugged in for the electro magnets and conveyer belts, Green.  The terminal plugged into the clocks and invisible fence, Green.  The terminal for Master and all of my “toys,” Red.  FUCK!!!

I try to assess my situation to the best of my abilities.  I now feel like a true slab of beef, unable to move, unable to speak.  I look around as much as I can, realizing the dim lights aren’t because they need changed.  The building is in a Brown out zone!  I notice I am moving at a snail’s pace towards the end of the building, so I am still getting some power.  What feels like a lifetime goes by, I start to struggle as much as I can at this point, trying to fuck the pump attached to my waist.  I’m hard as a rock and can feel a pool of precum building up in the sheath.  My balls are feeling a slight buzz rather than the full randomized vibrations they should be feeling which is NOT helping.  The clock on the wall reads 2:00PM.  Just when I feel like I’m going to start to cry, the lights come on, there is a loud hum, and I am now being sucked as if there is a black hole attached to my cock.  Just as it starts, it ends.  Master comes back on and says “One load down, how many more to go?”  What the fuck is this overgrown calculator talking about?!!  One LOAD?!! Then it hits me, I must have had quite a bit of precum built up in that tube all the while I was “air fucking” it.

“Now boy, the sensors in the electromagnetic restraints are registering a lot of movement.  Do I need to make you more restrained?”  I start to scream!  All that is coming out though is “MMMMMffffgg!” One safety feature I have is on 59 minutes on the hour, the gag loosens and I can say a safety word to end the program.  FUCK! Missed by 1 minute!!!  “I think my boy needs to be a bit more restrained for now.  If you behave yourself, you may be allotted some more movement.”  I feel I am being lowered on the conveyer belt, the restraints being pulled to the sides of the belt, spreading me out, forcing me on to all fours, bending my knees to keep my abdomen off the belt.  A small bar is raised up and my abdomen is pushed down on it so I am now position like a dog on a breeding post.  “If my boy wants to act like a wild animal, he should at least be fucked like one.”  I feel pressure on my asshole, knowing full well what is about to go in!  The collar of the hood attaching to a post securing me in a way so that I can only look forward.  I then feel a rubber cock going into the hole in my mouth.  I struggle as much as I can, but now I am stuffed mouth and ass!  This does not go unnoticed in my cock sheath.  The plastic cup to my balls is removed and a small ring is tightened around each testicle.  Small cups are then attached to each one and are now being sucked, alternating left than right.  The clamps to my nipples are being drawn to the conveyer belt by the magnetic force, yet they remain attached.  The self lubricating dick in my ass starts to slowly fuck me rhythmically while the one in my mouth starts to go back and forth on my tongue.  My avarice is now being replaced with lust, the cock sheath starts to slowly milk me and I feel as though all is forgiven!  My moans of pleasure do not go unnoticed.  Master comes back on saying “Do I know hoowwwww…..toooooo………….ttttrrrrrreeeeeeaaaaaattttttt……..”

You have got to be fucking….kidding me!  Just as all of the machinations were pushing me over the edge…to a load that would probably break the sheath……..IT’S NOT FAIR!!!  The cock is now stuck in my ass, the other in my mouth, a slight twinge going into my balls, which are killing me aching for release….my nipples are on fire and I can only stare at the wall on the opposite end of the building, which is getting closer by a millimeter a minute!  The rods holding the cocks are making it IMPOSSIBLE to move an inch, I can’t even lift my limbs or my abdomen.  I feel, and probably look, like a Chinese finger trap.

4PM:  “Mmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyy………”  is all I’m hearing throughout the hour, sweat now coming out of every pore, my ass feeling as though a baseball bat got stuck up there and is coming out at a speed of 1cm an hour.  I’m so secured, I don’t even have the ability to try to fuck myself into an orgasm.

5PM:  “Bbbbbooooooooooyyyyyyyyyyyy……….”  I am going to transfer Master to a Furby when I get out of this!  I want to tell him to shut the fuck up and make me cum!!

6PM:  “Rrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiigghhhttttttttt………………?”  I am now slumped on the bar, given into my fate, to be trapped on this Fucking machine, plugged and tormented to the end of my days!  I scream but all that is coming out is “Hhhuukkkkk!”  It would almost be tolerable if I didn’t have to hear that damn voice being drawn out for over an HOUR!!!!

7:30PM:  I am now half way through the dungeon!  I don’t know what will happen if I reach the end and I am still stuck like this!!  Will it push me out the door?!  Will I be stuck like this for a week?!!  I start to have a million thoughts go through my head!  I don’t even care about the pain in my cock or balls!  I don’t even feel them anymore!  My warm sweat is now being replaced by a cold one.  I start to struggle with the restraints to no avail, then realize I need to stop or I could be trapped in an even worse position!! But what could be worse than this?!

7:55PM:  The lights all turn white, the rhythm of the cocks starts to speed up, and I feel a warmth in my cock and balls awakening me from my brief respite.  Just as I am about to reach that point of no return, the pumping in my ass and mouth starts to slow down!  NO!  NO!  NO!!!

7:57PM:  I am so close to blowing a load all that I am thinking about is cumming, but everything is slowing down again!!  I am torn between losing control in my lust, verses watching the clock to make sure I SCREAM the safe word when the gag disengages.  My ass is being pummeled, my mouth being violated, and my dick being sucked like it is being done by a pro!

7:58PM:  Sooo…..close!!!!  No! everything is slowing down!!!  Sooooo close!!!

7:59PM:  I hear the click of the gag being disengaged, however, everything has come to a halt, THE RUBBER COCK IS IN MY MOUTH HOLDING THE GAG IN PLACE!!!!   I can’t open my eyes any wider!! All I am hearing is “Hhjhhhuucckk!  Hhhagggett!!!!”

8:00PM:  *CLICK*  I think I’m going to cry!  I don’t even want to cum anymore!  I just want this to end!  At this point my cock is so sore being in that fucking tube, I don’t even know if I am hard anymore.

8:05PM:  I notice the lights flicker from beige to white.  The cocks in my ass and mouth hum to life, my balls are vibrating and I am having a flicker of hope that I will get to CUM finally!!  One thing that hasn’t started back up though is the milking tube!  What the fuck?!  Just as the thought comes to my head, I feel five quick slaps to my sweat drenched toned ass!  I scream into the gag, lunging forward, gagging on the cock in my mouth causing pressure on my already sore nipples from the clamps.  The milking tube is yanked off and I start to scream into the gag!  Master comes back on the speaker with a firmer tone:  “You just pissed in the milking tube!”  I did?! I didn’t even feel it!  “It is time for punishment!  You know the rules!”  I should, I fucking wrote them you stupid computer!

The cocks in my mouth and ass are slowly removed and the bar holding my head in place is receded back to it’s hiding spot.  My spread out arms are pulled back together in front of me.  At this point, I don’t even resist, knowing it is pointless at this time.  The meat hook draws me to a standing position, my feet are drawn together and I am now a dangling limp piece of meat, my head hanging in disgust.  Minutes go by, I know Master is now running a random program to determine a punishment.

“As you know, I work hard to keep everything in this dungeon clean.  You do not get to piss on the floor and you do not get to piss in the equipment!”  I muffle a “Hess Herrr” into the gag, knowing Master is waiting for a response.  As punishment, the safety word program is turned off, I could be un-gagged and scream at the top of my lungs and Master would ignore me now.  “Upon review of your gym logs, I see you have not done any exercises on your quads this week.  We will remedy that as punishment.”

I am lowered to the conveyer belt, I am now three quarters of the way through my torment.  My legs are pulled apart and held into place, my arms firmly secured above my head.  A thin cord is secured around my balls and slowly starts to lower me to a squatting position.  I then notice a familiar pressure invading my ass again, the rubber cock from before.  Once I am lowered into position, Master describes what my punishment shall be.

“All night I have registered two loads pulled out of you…very disappointing.  I do all the work, and you make a mess!  Now you are going to work for your last cummmmm………”  Are you FUCKING KIDDING ME?!  The lights go dim, and I am stuck on a rubber dick up my ass listening to the drawn out pronunciation of CUM?!  You piece of shit!  You didn’t even get me off ONCE!!!  That’s it! I’m done!  I don’t think I’m ever coming back to this stupid building!  I’m going to burn it down!

Looking at the wall clock it is now 11:45PM.  I have been impaled for over two hours, slowly lifting and lowering myself onto the rubber cock to see if that could get me off, to no avail.  My muscles are aching, my balls are turning purple, my dick is dripping a pool of clear precum into a puddle onto the belt, moving ever so close to the exit.  I don’t even want to think about cumming ever again.  Just as I am about to pass out into blissful unconsciousness, the lights glow white again and master comes back on.  “The cock in your ass is connected to a pressure sensor.  You will have to ride it to activate the pressure counter to a total of the amount of times you struggled throughout the evening.  A total of 67 thrashes have been recorded.  The evening is almost over, you have until 11:55PM to complete the task.  If you do not, the ‘do not touch’ protocol will be your punishment for the week.  Good luck.”

Hearing this gave me my second wind!  Punishment mode and clean-up do not bode well for me, and the ‘do not touch’ protocol is the worst protocol I developed.  Sensor bands are secured to both wrists mimicking the signal from the invisible fence!  If I put my hands 6 inches in front of my cock and balls, I get shocked!  The bands stay on until next Friday coming off with my chastity device!  I am riding the cock as if my life depends on it now.  Scared to death the power goes out, I am going as fast as I can.  I look at the clock and the counter:  48 counts at 11:53PM!  Almost there 55 counts 11:54PM! “ALMOST THERE!!!!!

11:55 PM:  Count 65!  Master removes the cock from my ass, all I can do is stare doe eyed and speechless.  Master comes on with a coddling tone:  “O, so close!  Rules are rules though!”  I have reached the end of the conveyer belt, the clamps on my nipples fall off and I get the pain of having the blood flow return without the luxury of rubbing them to feel better.  The buckles on the gag and hood disengage, the sweat from my hair comes pouring out over my body.  I reek of sweat and shame.  My jaw is killing me!  The cord to my balls is released and I feel an arm coming up applying my chastity device to my still rock hard cock!  The bands on the device meet up and the red light turns green indicating it is functioning properly.  When I start to go soft, it will conform and then keep me from getting hard for a week!  My feet are free of the restraints and the meat hook lifts me up off the conveyer belt to take me to the hose room.  This is where I DESPISE punishment mode!  If I would have completed my task, the hose room, which got the name from the water jets used to clean the meat after processing, would be like taking a warm shower with water jets spraying from side to side and overhead.  Since I did not complete punishment mode, I get an eye opening experience that alleviates my exhaustion in an instant.  I start bucking like a mad man getting taken to the gas chamber!!  Kicking and screaming to no avail!  Water with a temperature of 45 degrees sprays my naked body from all sides while coarse sponges start wiping me down with soap and water.  In an instant, my 8.5 inch erection is gone, bent in a curve that will not budge for 7 fucking days!  I feel two bands get secured to my wrists and the meat hook carries me to a chute where the water runs out.  Kicking and struggling trying to get off the hook before it reaches it’s destination, my naked body is dropped down the chute and I slide to the bottom where a stainless steel grate breaks my fall.  The clock above the chute reads 12:10AM.  I have ten minutes to get upstairs, get my clothes and get out of the perimeter of the invisible fence.  Propping one arm to get on my feet, I got too close to my cock and I instantly hit the ground!!  Damn bracelets!

I make a mad dash to the conveyer belt where the lock box comes out and my heart sinks!!  There is no box!!!  The belt is moving, but at a snails pace!! It must still be in the building!!  The opening for the lock box is too small to crawl through and there is no door knob on the exit door from the hose room!  Hysterical, I start banging on the door, kicking it, punching at it, knowing it is useless!  12:19AM and I start to feel the tingling sensation of the fence perimeter.  There is no way I can endure the shocks at this distance and wait for the box to come out!  I make a mad dash to get out of the perimeter, completely naked.  When I get out of the perimeter, I am now exposed out in the open.  It is now 12:20AM and I am standing outside my building with a cock prison and two ‘bracelets’ glistening in the security lights in front of my building.  I just made it out of the perimeter, however, I have no keys to my car, my house is 20 miles away, and I am exposed for the world to see!  As modesty sets in, I reach to cover my cock and balls and get yet another shock dropping me to the ground!! Fuck, I can’t even cover myself with my hands!  How am I getting home?  What if someone sees me? What the fuck am I going to do?

I hate Fridays!