It was a beautiful day out; though the tarmac was sunbathed and hot as the many men present were, a gentle breeze blew through the crowds. They were noisy, cheering about something, but there was also a sort of chant-like rhythm to their stomping and their shouting.
He awoke with a start, evidently startled by the inexplicably clear voice which spoke the line among the crowds.
He tried to look around, but it was of no use. He lay in a grey void, paradoxically brighter under the “horizon” infinitely far away, but darker above. The strange voice came from every direction, even on the cot he lay Wait.
He had no body. Also, how did he know the weather if there was no environment?
If the above made no sense to you, that would be because it made no sense to him as well, but before he could panic, the voice from the ether re-emerged.
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It seemed to be ages before he could feel anything happen. Then he felt something rubbing against his cheeks. It seemed to be rotating as it slowly pushed up to the point where it was able to push inside him. Brian was nervous and pulled away as much as he could – which was very little. But the dildo was relentless and soon he felt it pushing its way up into him. Despite the lubrication, it was painful as it pushed into his virgin arse and tears ran down his face as the rubber dildo slowly worked its way upwards.
As it slowly pushed in, all Brian could think was how violated he felt, how helpless – and both those things increased his arousal even more. At that point, Dave walked in with two customers. “As you can see, today we have Brian modelling some of our gear. Say hello Brian.” Brian grunted angrily into the gag. “There we have him demonstrating how completely the gag works on the deluxe muzzle.” The two men with Dave looked Brian over appraisingly, almost as though he was a shop mannequin. Dave continued with his sales patter before leaving the men to browse.
Jeff opened the bag from Martin while riding the train back to Brooklyn. It contained a pair of condoms and a small bottle of lube. He snorted. Thanks for the thought, Martin, but you have massively misjudged me if you think I’m going to need these. He stuffed the bag back into his backpack.
It was after 1 AM by the time he got home. Bill’s score continued to slowly drain away, which meant that he wasn’t “entertaining any visitors”, which Jeff had figured out was a very sophisticated-sounding euphemism for “being tortured and fucked by strangers”. That was probably for the best because Jeff was completely beat and wouldn’t have been able to stay awake long enough to go start his rescue attempt. Besides, according to Nightmare, he needed to plan… but that could wait until morning.
He woke up a little after 8, definitely earlier than he would on a typical Sunday. He checked in on Bill, who was up and pacing around his tiny cell again. His score had fallen to 204.