Executive Protection Chapter 3
Executive Protection
Chapter 3
Amsterdam
7pm
"AHHHH! AHHHHH-AGHHHH-AHHHHHHHHH! AH-AHHHHHHH!"
Michael Bryce screamed until his voice went hoarse. Goran had worked the electricity with the chilling methodical precision of a professional torturer. They'd gone from three seconds, to five, to ten, to thirty, all the way up to ten minutes! He adjusted the voltage constantly to keep Bryce's body from adapting to the mind-warping pain or finding even a moment's respite.
He was barely aware of anything beyond the throbbing and pulsing of his tormented flesh and muscles, and so missed when Goran finally stepped away from the black box and the current ceased. Michael distantly registered the mens' voices, and then the world tilted, sending a wave of nausea through his midsection.
The bedspring was connected to chains, which were cranking upwards, bringing Bryce to a vertical angle. The sudden weight on his shredded thigh muscles was unwelcome, to say the least. The new angle also placed more pressure on the already painfully tight metal straps holding his legs to the bed. He couldn't resist or complain, so Bryce merely moaned as his abused body was rearranged for their next activity.
Ivan came into view, carrying a wooden rack with half a dozen glass vials. He handed it to Goran, who perused the ampoules casually, tapping each until he settled on one that contained a bluish liquid. Wordlessly he picked up a syringe from his cart and drew some of the fluid out of the glass.
"Thirty ccs," Ivan muttered. "Isn't that too much?"
Goran merely smirked and walked over in front of Bryce, eyeing him thoughtfully for a moment before lowering his hand and jabbing the sharp needle into the soft flesh of Bryce's groin.
"Ugghmmmm...." Bryce groaned. "Y-you should really sw-swap the area f-first...."
"Always a joke ready at your command," Goran mused, smiling. "I like that."
Bryce felt warmth spreading out from the puncture point, and began to squirm slightly as his skin tingled around the area. The tingle became an itch, one he could not scratch. It spread quickly up his abdomen and down his legs.
His tormentors stood back, seeming to be waiting for something to happen. It didn't take Bryce long to figure out what they were waiting for, when his penis began to steadily harden. Less than a minute went by before he was fully erect. His long, thick cock swelled even harder than he could ever remember being in his fucking life! He stared down at it in amazement and horror. "Fuuccckkk...."
Goran reappeared in front of him, grinning with a sadistic gleam in his eyes. "Working in a hostel has its benefits."
In his hand, he held three metal rings, latched similarly to the straps that held Bryce down. He smoothly snapped one into place just below the rim of Bryce's plump cockhead. The next went around the shaft, midway down his straining length. The rings were uncomfortably tight, and Michael whimpered as each was snapped into place. The third and final ring went around the base of his shaft, pinching the tender skin brutally.
"So, what...you g-get your jollies now?" Bryce growled, showing more bravery than he was feeling at the moment.
Ivan handed Goran a metal rod, which he slid through loops atop each ring, attaching them snugly. The end of the rod clasped onto the metal strap around Michael's waist, holding his thick and heavy erection straight out at a right angle to his body. The rod was a good inch longer than it needed to be, Bryce noted, but the reason for that became instantly clear when Goran grabbed the foremost ring and slid it forward, moving it along a groove in the rod which quickly began moving the other two rings forward as well. Bryce cried out as his achingly rigid cock was stretched almost a full inch!
Goran slid his fingers across the hypersensitive tip of Bryce's swollen penis, sending a shudder through his captive and eliciting a moan of pleasure-pain. "Don't worry," he said. "We are almost ready."
The tingling had given way to a more disturbing sensation, as Michael felt his testicles twitching and spasming. His cock throbbed and his nuts steadily churned. What the fuck are they doing to me?
Distracted by the drug's effects on his genitals, Bryce watched the man turn away and find another item on the cart. As Goran came closer, he realized that it was two sets of three circular rings, arranged in a ball shape, connected by a short bar with a small knob on it.
"Oh, fuck me..." he muttered as Goran moved to place the bizarre device between Bryce's immobile legs. He roughly handled Bryce's nuts, forcing the spherical metal cages around each. The rings slid into place, fitting closely around his balls.
Goran turned the small knob, and each of the six rings closed slowly. Just a few twists, and the rings were tight around the defenseless orbs. A few more, and Bryce began to squirm, trying futilely to pull away and protect his testicles from what was obviously coming.
The rings kept closing steadily until they began compressing Bryce's balls. He groaned as Goran continued, and finally yelped as the rings became so tight that his nuts felt like they were being crushed! Goran twisted a few more times, until the pain was almost unbearable.
"There, now they are tight enough," Goran said pleasantly.
"W-wonderful," Bryce grunted sourly.
Goran attached a small red wire to the bar connecting the nut cages, which led to a small handheld box with a single button. Then he reached down and touched his fingertips to Bryce's taught, trapped scrotum. "Yes, we are ready."
"For w-what?" Bryce asked. Not that he wanted to hear the answer.
"For this," Goran said, pressing the button on the remote.
A surge of electricity siezed Bryce's ensnared nuts, causing them to convulse with excruciating force. Michael's head snapped back as the he screamed.
"AHH! AHHHH! AGHHHHHH!"
But what happened next was even worse. The purpose of the drug became clear as his clenching balls triggered an instantaneous orgasm, and he ejaculated with enough force to send a blast of cum almost six feet across the room! "AHHH-AHHH-UGHH! UGH! AGGHHH! UGGGHHHHHHHH!
Bryce gasped for breath as the forced orgasm subsided. Fuck! He'd never heard of anything that could do that to a man! He'd barely recovered when Goran pressed the button again.
"AHHHHH! AHHHH-UGGGHHHHH! UHHH-UGGKKKHHHHHH!"
Another huge ejaculation erupted from his trapped cock. Bryce panted, trying to control himself, but Goran pressed the button once more, not waiting for him to recover.
"AHHHH-AHHHH-UGGGGGGHHHHHH! AHHHH-FUCK! FUC-UHKKKKHH!"
The drug worked miracles. Bryce came and came each and every time Goran hit the switch. He lost count after the eighth inhumanly strong ejaculation racked his helpless manhood. Goran kept going until the pain and ecstasy had merged into one, undulating, body wrecking agony.
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Bryce wasn't sure when he had passed out. He awoke when Ivan and Goran were removing the metal straps and manhandling him off of the bedspring. There was an enormous slick of cum in the floor in front of him, and itchy, drying cum coated his thighs and abs.
He could offer no resistance as they dragged his strengthless form across the room toward a steel drum. There was no time for questions as they lifted him up, and dumped him into the barrel! His aching, sticky thighs were pressed against his chest, crushing his painfully swollen cock and balls between them and his abdomen. Ivan carelessly jammed a plastic tube into Bryce's mouth. It led to the lid of the barrel.
Goran leaned on the rim, reaching in and playfully swiping at Bryce's tender penis. "Be sure to keep the tube in your mouth. We don't want you to suffocate."
Bryce could only look at him questioningly. Goran smiled.
"There is prison, in Belarus. I run it. When you arrive, we will become far more intimate!"
There was no time to respond before Ivan slammed the lid shut over Bryce's head and began welding it shut, leaving Michael in pitch black darkness.
END