By SlickChaser
Agent J, a recent grad of engineering at a prestigious college, was struggling to find a new job, but came into applying as a specialty agent for an international agency relying on using new tools to spy digitally on foreign targets.
The deal was simple; to be brought in the new agency for the entry level agent program, he would have to prove his loyalty in a high stress environment, mainly getting “caught” and withholding information and using mental tricks to guide his way out. His hiring superior, Agent S, informed him anytime during the next 31 days an event would unfold, and he simply needed to show he could make it through the mock event. If so, he would be selected for one of the spots and paid out a handsome bonus.
For the first few days, agent J was on pins and needles, not knowing where or how it would all unfold. After a few days, he began just going about his normal day. He had a previously scheduled appointment with an outside engineering consult, so expected for that particular day nothing would happen, and it was still day 8, pretty early in the window.
Agent J was sent a link for an arriving paid driver, rolling up in a black SUV. As the SUV pulled up, agent J dropped in, greeted the driver, when suddenly he felt an arm across his chest, and a hood pulled over his head, instantly zipped up. A second set of arms grabbed across his neck and holding his head up, almost in a choke hold. His movement was limited as he heard someone say “cuffs, secure!” and he felt the first set of arms grab his left wrist and a cuff attached, then violently pushed forward until his head hit the seat in front, and his right wrist pulled quickly into the match cuff. They were rigid cuffs, not allowing any movement. Forced back into the seat, a belt was pulled over both his shoulders, tightened to cinch him down into the seat, and his feet then positioned and fastened to some straps mounted on the seat. He heard a bunch of shuffling, and then something wrapped around his neck, which then quickly applied a zap.
“Anything silly and we zap you into submission like a crying dog. Driver, off to the test site.” Sitting tight, he felt the vehicle began to pull away, not about to see anything from the hood and nervous to even move. He thought the semantics of the confines were a bit much but figured such an illustrious job would include a lot of expectations. As the car rolled along, agent J could hear the phone conversation behind him. “Target secure…be ready to throw him on fast…no we did forget to gag him, can fix that…yes, yes, Sir, he’ll be ready.”
As the phone hung up, the two men behind him argued a bit, with the sound of them fishing around something. “Just pull it off to his eyes, squeeze hard, I’ll get this in.” Second later he felt the shock collar released, the hood unzipped, quickly pulled and squeeze tight around his nose and eyes so he couldn’t see, then his mouth pulled open with two fingers and a massive ball slid in, then pulled tight behind his head and chin, the hood pulled back down and zipped closed, and the collar reattached.
“Might want to test him, see how loud his is,” said the man from the drivers’ seat. Seconds later, the shock collar came to life, cashing a quick strain and “ooooof” from the gag, trying to say “ouch.”
“Seems to work good…let’s do it again.” The collar came to life again, staying on for several seconds, this time agent J doing his best to not yell, but making an unmistakable grunt several times “mmm…grrr…oooof.” Clearly the other guys were having fun, so they did it a couple more times.
“You make funny noises, and soon you’ll make a lot more.” Mercilessly, they stopped, and soon after, the vehicle began to drive slower, agent J hearing a series of the window rolling down, beeps and the driver saying random words. He presumed they were in a highly gated area like the one he had an interview at. The vehicle stopped, the door opened, and quickly the belts and ankle straps were removed, a hand grabbing by his right ankle, and the man behind grabbing him by his wrists, and out he basically fell. A second burly man waiting outside helped grab him, and the three of them carried him spread eagle, then stood up. “Strip him. Make sure the button is at the ready.”
Without hesitation, agent J felt hands all over him, pulling his shoes, pants, some scissors to cut off his button up shirt. Within seconds, he was completely naked, not able to see who or what was around him. Another voice from what sounded like an echo, “remove the hood…let’s take a look.”
As the hood came off, the two men held him by his arms, completely upright and shocked by the white light in a small area, with the garage still open behind him. As the garage began to close, from far away a well-dressed man in leather walked up, surveying agent J. Being small in stature, agent J looked with curiosity but also some level of anxiousness over what lied ahead. The level clad man took his right hand and squeeze agent J’s gagged mouth, then lightly touched his chest before quickly resting his hands on his balls and giving a good squeeze. Weirdly agent J’s cock gave a prominent response, instantly growing hard. “Oh, mate, maybe you have some info for me.” The man snapped his fingers, and one of the burly men unfastened the gag.
“So…who’s the target? Who’s the code stag?”
Agent J didn’t budge to the questions, seemingly thinking it was part of the drill.
“I’ll ask one more time…who…is…stag?”
After an awkward silence, the man patted agent J on the head, then slapped him. “Say boys, let’s throw him on the new test chair. Find the biggest probe that can fit.” The man walked backwards still looking at agent J as the two burly men tripped his feet up, dropping him to his knees. Just as that happened, the man pulled a cover off some metal chair with a myriad of black straps hanging off. He disappeared around a corner, then came back wheeling a toolbox. One of the burly men opened the top drawer and put what looked to be a large but stubby dildo. It was the agent J realized it was an anal probe. Just as he started to panic a little, the shock collar came alive, and the remaining man pushed his down on his knees and head to the floor. With his ass sticking straight up, he watched the other man grab a smaller black probe and a thing of lube with a glove.
Agent J struggled as the shock collar went on and off every couple seconds while the man slowly worked the first probe in and out, slowly at first then as his ass began to open, a little quicker. It soon felt like it just glided in and out; clearly satisfied agent J watched as the man walked back over to grab the larger probe. After some persuasion going in and it, and a heavy dose of lube, it finally fit in, extremely tight.
The men worked to stand agent J up, then quickly guided him across the floor, turned around 180, then sat in the metal chair contraption. His legs pulled so they were spread apart, hands still cuffed behind and slid in a gap at the back, then a series of straps used to bind him in across his calves, thighs and chest. One of the men slipped behind to undo the cuffs, then guiding his arms to the hand rests, and similarly quickly tightened across the forearm, while the leather clad man slowly came over to fit tight leather mitts, closing agent J’s fingers tight and out of sight, finally fastening them as well.
Some electrical leads were brought out, first attached to the anal probe, then to a box being set up beside him. Finally, the leather clad man fit some loops around agent J’s now-rock hard cock tip, base, and around his ball sack. Without noticing, agent J had become quite aroused.
“Yeah…so, last chance to tell me. Who is the stag? I don’t like my new boys making too much noise, so I have to use a muzzle and hood to, ya know, get the most out of you.” Agent J sat there just still, not wanting to cave. The man leaned down, turning some dial, which made the electrics come to life. The cock electrics pulsed on and off, while the anal probe came on steadily to match. The whole episode was confusing to J; bound and virtually helpless, but his cock was bouncing up and down while his ass lit up at the same time. It was all weird to him, having to breath steadily as the electrics began to have their way.
The other men fumbled in a drawer of the toolbox, pulling out some black items from a bag. First one came and stood behind the agent, pulling a new hood over his head, this time leather fitting firmly to block out his vision again. Once secure, the agent felt a finger at his lips, then a gag attached to the muzzle the man promised. The gag had another large ball, fitting firmly in his mouth, and the fastened securely at the back and around his chin. Finally, a firm collar was fitted, limiting his head movement a little. As the electrics continued to ramp up, a final pinch was felt on his nipples as one of the aides applied a hefty set of nipple clamps.
Now agent J sat there, starting to wonder what the end game was; he couldn’t move, couldn’t talk, but strangely was loving it as his cock became rock hard time and time again. Each hit of the electrics he would pull slightly and let out a long “oooof” followed by a little drool when they let off. His cock was dancing up and down, fully erect and at attention with the electrics on, still erect but relaxing a little when off. Soon, the break as his cock was met with more force in his anal probe, as the men adjusted things a little. Each pulse on was longer, and making him harder and harder, so hard he thought his bulge might break. As it continued to crank up, he moaned and started to drool, cascading down his chest. “Mmmph…mmmphh…GRRRR”
After the loudest he had gotten, the men stepped in and all of a sudden made it all stop. Breathing heavily, Agent J sat there as he felt some playing with his still rock-hard cock. The other men removed the leads, leaving his bare cock to just bounce in its own, still coming down from the numerous hard shocks. Agent J heard a lot of fumbling of things from the toolbox, a sound of metal bars, then a tremendous amount of lube being applied on his cock. One of the men gently rubbed with a rubber glove, then slipped over a vacuum cock sucker. Agent J felt a hand caress his balls and continually play with the sleeve, until a few “clicks” were heard nearby and then the machine started to suck. It had been mounted so it wasn’t moving up and down, essentially holding his cock firmly in place. Agent J was so confused but yet somehow in bliss as they dialed the machine to roll and suck hard.
“Since ya won’t talk, we’ll try and squeeze everything from you until you beg to talk. Hook him.” Right after the speech from the leather man, agent J felt a hook go into his nostrils, then pulled over his head and attached to the back of the chair. His head was now pulled taught and upright, as now he was completely immobile. On the sucker went, pulsing slow but hard on the massage part, just as the anal probe came back to life. It was the ultimate tease, the smooth action of the sucker paired with his prostate feeling on fire. It didn’t take long to start reaching near climax, and his audible sounds hinted that. “Ooohhmmph … ooohmmph.” Long groans, followed by more droll. The machine romped a little harder, and finally agent J was ready to climax. He rocked against the chair, letting out a euphoric “yeefffsss” as if to celebrate. Finally he let out his huge load. Squirt, squirt and more squirt.
“Looks like he popped. Keep him going.” The leather clad man clapped, and agent J heard footsteps, and then the machine started going even harder. The post-orgasm feeling was excruciating. Virtually yelling in his gag “stopphhh!” but nothing coming out except more drool. The men didn’t seem to care, they just watched in awe as the machine set out for its next extraction. Every pulse made agent J reach a new level of pain, but weirdly, also brought an absolute euphoric feeling. On and on it went, until finally, a second extraction.
“Grrrrmph!”
What he thought would be the end…it still wasn’t. “Hold on there, boy.” The leather clad man patted agent J on the head. He reached down to make yet another adjustment. The milker was going so fast and massaging so hard, agent J felt like his cock was about to be beaten into submission. Agent J was letting out every noise possible.
“Stoopph!…grrrrph…oppphhh” every sound ending in just a steady steam or pile of drool. The milker kept rocking and the probe kept zapping. Again and again he made noises, to no avail. His cock once again felt like it was ready to climax, only as it reached that point, nothing happened, like an empty chamber.
“Nooppph!” Over and over he kept saying “no” under his gag. It was then finally everything stopped, like a switch was flipped. Sitting breathing heavily in a pile of drool, his cock absolutely best down and his hole absolutely wrecked from the shock detail. Everything from his prostate to the tip of his cock throbbing in both pain and elation.
The men quickly unstrapped him and picked him up out of the chair. Barely any motion to move, but they quickly hog cuffed him on the ground. “Take him home. Put a detail on him to make sure he’s fine.”
No pleasantries exchanged; just tossed back in the SUV, and away he went.
Awaking the next morning, he thought it was all a bad dream. A text came over to come visit his hiring superior. Feeling completely sore and violated, he wasn’t going to go, but a follow up text of “if you don’t, things happen” made him reconsider.
Hours later, barely able to stand, agent J visited the hiring agent.
“Sorry to say…we’re moving a different direction…but, seems you are a great candidate for a testing position. Would you like to meet the hiring agent for that?”
Agent J needed a job, and weirdly, agreed to just see what the conversation was. He was led down the hall, a key card scanned and a door opened, then quickly shut behind me. There in a chair, the leather man smiled.
“You’re mine now, stag.”
