Intel
(Name redacted to protect the agent's identity.)
Lieutenant Commander T, US Navy, blinked as he regained consciousness. The last thing he remembered was going back to his hotel room after the conference and smelling something sickeningly sweet. Then, everything had gone black.
As his vision came into focus, he realized two things: he was no longer in the hotel room that had been assigned to him, and he was completely naked on a metal table.
Moving wasn’t an option. His feet were locked into a set of stirrups at the end of the table, and his wrists were secured to the sides by heavy leather straps. Another strap was pulled tightly against the lowest rung of his abs, holding him against the table top and pressing his pelvis flat against the freezing cold surface.
Before he could evaluate his predicament any further, a bright white light switched on directly overhead, blinding him.
“Good evening, Commander,” a voice said from somewhere out of his sight. T turned his head, trying to locate the source. The voice continued. “This isn’t as comfortable as the hotel room your government paid for, but I needed you in a place where we could speak freely.”
Finally the source of the voice came into view. T’s eyes widened when he saw the man’s face.
“I see you recognize me,” the man said, smiling faintly.
T grimaced. “The Hawk. International arms dealer, pirate, terrorist….”
The Hawk didn’t seem at all troubled. He smiled casually. “It is good to be famous. But, I wonder how much you and your government truly know about me.”
T frowned, pulling on the leather wrist restraints futilely.
The man known as The Hawk, stepped closer, arms folded across his chest. “I’m sorry. I’m not being clear. I am asking you: how much does the US Government know about me, and my operation?”
T did his best to shrug. “I wouldn’t know.”
The Hawk wagged a finger. “Oh, I beg to differ, Commander. I’ve done my homework on you. You’ve been with US Naval Intelligence for 15 years. Your specialty is counter-piracy operations. Which means you probably know a great deal about me….”
T clamped his mouth shut. He wasn’t about to give this man anything.
“Don’t worry, I know you will require some…convincing…before we can have a frank conversation.” The Hawk moved around above T’s head, and grabbed him roughly by the hair, jerking his head to one side and exposing the left side of his neck. Out of the corner of his eye, T saw the glint of a syringe as it moved in. There was a sharp prick between the corded muscles of his neck as the needle plunged into the artery. An odd warmth spread out from the injection point.
The Hawk kept T’s head twisted to the side as he reached for another syringe. Again a needle bit into T’s flesh. There was no flush of warmth that time.
The Hawk released him. “There. Just relax. We’ll talk soon.”
The man moved away, into the darkness, leaving T alone on the table.
TTTTTTTTT
T had no idea how much time passed, but whatever was in the needles began to have definite effects on him.
He was lightheaded. Turning his head to look around left him dizzy and nauseous. He quickly decided to restrict his movements, but that just kept the nausea at bay. The room was still swimming, and he was reminded of his first time on a ship, when he’d been seasick during the first day out.
The other effect was more worrisome. There was a tingle, deep inside his groin. Like an itch that couldn’t be scratched. It soon spread into his ballsack and then up the length of his penis. His dick slowly began to harden, and soon he was fully erect, his long cock brushing his abs and the leather strap that held his midsection down.
T squeezed his eyes shut, trying to get his body under control, but it was no use. Thinking about how hard is dick was getting only made it worse. The more he thought about it, the harder it got.
“Good,” the Hawk’s voice called out from the shadows. How long had he been watching? “You’re almost ready.”
The terrorist mastermind stepped into view. T glared at him, trying to form a coherent sentence from his spinning thoughts. “W-what are you d-doing to me?”
The Hawk reached out, swiping one finger along the underside of T’s rock-hard cock. T gasped, the touch sending a shockwave through his body.
“Very simple, really. The first injection was a particularly strong mixture of sodium amytal and caffeine. ‘Truth serum,’ as it’s known, with the additional bonus of preventing you from falling asleep. The second was a powerful aphrodisiac. The combination of the two can have surprising effects….”
T grimaced, trying to keep his eyes focused on his captor while the room spun around them. “I’m…n-not going to tell you any-anything….”
“Not yet.” The Hawk replied easily. “That’s why the drugs are only the first step.”
Another man rolled a cart up to the table, stopping between T’s spread legs. Atop the cart was a long, rectangular box. On front was a socket, and an extending arm protruded from the top. The thickly built man picked up a metal rod with a bullet-shaped tip, and inserted it into the box so that the bullet end was pointing toward T. He then picked up a clear tube, which was open at one end and connected to a clear tube on the other. The tube extended out of sight below the cart. The tube was mounted on the end of the armature, which was then extended between T’s trapped thighs until it was directly over his groin.
The man flipped a switch on the box, which created suction in the tube. He stepped around to the right side of the table, and carefully placed one finger beneath T’s penis, lifting it slowly. The suction caught it, and T’s cock was sucked up into the latex tube with a thoomp. T gasped as the vacuum inside the tube quickly sucked his cock in completely, and the latex sides tightened around his member. Metal beads imbedded on either side began to move up and down the length of the translucent cock sleeve, pressing in and stimulating T’s trapped manhood.
“UH! Ugghhh! Uhhhh!” T cried out, more from surprise at the intensity of the stimulation than from pain.
The man stepped back around and activated another control on the box. The metal rod moved forward, spinning like a drill bit. Soon it reached T’s ass, and began to penetrate inside. The bullet didn’t appear that large, but it felt massive as it slowly, relentlessly drilled it way into T’s unprotected anus. There was some kind of lube on the tip that eased resistance as it pressed onward.
The rod moved deeper and deeper, until finally it reached the sensitive nerve bundle of his prostate. T cried out softly as the bullet dug in hard, then came to a stop, still rotating.
The Hawk motioned for the other man to leave. When they were alone, he turned to T and raised an eyebrow. “We can start with a simple question: what is my real name?”
T was distracted by the violation of his ass and the overwhelming stimulation of his trapped erection. He spared the Hawk only a glance before averting his eyes and struggling to control himself. “Fuck off.”
The Hawk didn’t seem upset or surprised. He reached over and touched another control on the box.
The effect was immediate. A pulse of electricity shot along the rod, into his anus, and blasted into his prostate. At first, there was a bite of excruciating pain, but the shock seemed to continue on, sending a pulse of incredible stimulation up through his rigid cock. His tingling nuts clenched hard, visibly clutching in his ballsack. An unbelievably potent orgasm exploded in T’s gut, and his cock immediately throbbed with a massive ejaculation. Milky white cum erupted from his tightly trapped fuckrod, and was sucked through the clear tubing, down out of sight under the cart.
“AHHH! AHHH-UGGGHHHH! UGGHHHHNNNNHHH!” T cried out. The sensations began to recede after a few long, interminable seconds.
Panting, T swiveled his head to see the Hawk. “You sick fu-”
The machine sent another jolt through the rod, and the same process occurred. T’s cock erupted with volcanic force.
“AHHHH! AHHHH-UUGGGGGHHHHHHH! UNNNHHHHH! FUCK!!”
“What is my real name, T?” The Hawk asked calmly.
T shook his head, biting his lip. He already wanted to answer. The drugs were pushing his brain to loosen up and drop the mental walls….
Another shock raced through the rod. T’s dick pulsated. Thick cum blasted out and was instantly sucked away by the vacuum.
“UUUGHHHHHHHHH! UGGHH! AHHHHHH! UHHHHHH!”
“It’s a simple question,” the Hawk mused quietly. “There’s no harm in telling me….”
Another blast. “UGGGHHHHHHH! UHHHHNNNNNGGNNN! Holy-UUUGHHHHHH!”
The drugs were pressing hard on his brain. T almost bit through his lip trying to keep from speaking.
The Hawk stepped around to the head of the table, partially blocking the painfully bright light from overhead. “The drugs make you very sensitive.”
He reached out and took T’s hard nipples between his fingers. T cried out as the hypersensitized nubs were pulled and twisted. His muscles clenched as another orgasm pounded his helpless body.
Another shock lanced his prostate, and the added stimulation of his nipples created a feedback loop in his nervous system. T’s muscular body seized as a multiple orgasm ravaged him. Cum squirted from his cock in two thick bursts, followed closely by two more, and another after that. His biceps bulged as he frantically tried to free himself. His abs and pecs spasmed. His thighs clenched. His back arched, but the strap prevented him from lifting off the table.
“UGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! UGHHHH-UGHHHHHH-AHHHHHHHHHHH!”
“What is my real name?” The Hawk whispered in T’s right ear. His fingers adroitly twisted and squeezed T’s hypersensitive nipples without stopping.
T answered the question.
And every question that followed.
The shocks and ejaculations didn’t stop, even long after he’d told the Hawk everything he knew.
Lieutenant Commander T, US Navy, blinked as he regained consciousness. The last thing he remembered was going back to his hotel room after the conference and smelling something sickeningly sweet. Then, everything had gone black.
As his vision came into focus, he realized two things: he was no longer in the hotel room that had been assigned to him, and he was completely naked on a metal table.
Moving wasn’t an option. His feet were locked into a set of stirrups at the end of the table, and his wrists were secured to the sides by heavy leather straps. Another strap was pulled tightly against the lowest rung of his abs, holding him against the table top and pressing his pelvis flat against the freezing cold surface.
Before he could evaluate his predicament any further, a bright white light switched on directly overhead, blinding him.
“Good evening, Commander,” a voice said from somewhere out of his sight. T turned his head, trying to locate the source. The voice continued. “This isn’t as comfortable as the hotel room your government paid for, but I needed you in a place where we could speak freely.”
Finally the source of the voice came into view. T’s eyes widened when he saw the man’s face.
“I see you recognize me,” the man said, smiling faintly.
T grimaced. “The Hawk. International arms dealer, pirate, terrorist….”
The Hawk didn’t seem at all troubled. He smiled casually. “It is good to be famous. But, I wonder how much you and your government truly know about me.”
T frowned, pulling on the leather wrist restraints futilely.
The man known as The Hawk, stepped closer, arms folded across his chest. “I’m sorry. I’m not being clear. I am asking you: how much does the US Government know about me, and my operation?”
T did his best to shrug. “I wouldn’t know.”
The Hawk wagged a finger. “Oh, I beg to differ, Commander. I’ve done my homework on you. You’ve been with US Naval Intelligence for 15 years. Your specialty is counter-piracy operations. Which means you probably know a great deal about me….”
T clamped his mouth shut. He wasn’t about to give this man anything.
“Don’t worry, I know you will require some…convincing…before we can have a frank conversation.” The Hawk moved around above T’s head, and grabbed him roughly by the hair, jerking his head to one side and exposing the left side of his neck. Out of the corner of his eye, T saw the glint of a syringe as it moved in. There was a sharp prick between the corded muscles of his neck as the needle plunged into the artery. An odd warmth spread out from the injection point.
The Hawk kept T’s head twisted to the side as he reached for another syringe. Again a needle bit into T’s flesh. There was no flush of warmth that time.
The Hawk released him. “There. Just relax. We’ll talk soon.”
The man moved away, into the darkness, leaving T alone on the table.
TTTTTTTTT
T had no idea how much time passed, but whatever was in the needles began to have definite effects on him.
He was lightheaded. Turning his head to look around left him dizzy and nauseous. He quickly decided to restrict his movements, but that just kept the nausea at bay. The room was still swimming, and he was reminded of his first time on a ship, when he’d been seasick during the first day out.
The other effect was more worrisome. There was a tingle, deep inside his groin. Like an itch that couldn’t be scratched. It soon spread into his ballsack and then up the length of his penis. His dick slowly began to harden, and soon he was fully erect, his long cock brushing his abs and the leather strap that held his midsection down.
T squeezed his eyes shut, trying to get his body under control, but it was no use. Thinking about how hard is dick was getting only made it worse. The more he thought about it, the harder it got.
“Good,” the Hawk’s voice called out from the shadows. How long had he been watching? “You’re almost ready.”
The terrorist mastermind stepped into view. T glared at him, trying to form a coherent sentence from his spinning thoughts. “W-what are you d-doing to me?”
The Hawk reached out, swiping one finger along the underside of T’s rock-hard cock. T gasped, the touch sending a shockwave through his body.
“Very simple, really. The first injection was a particularly strong mixture of sodium amytal and caffeine. ‘Truth serum,’ as it’s known, with the additional bonus of preventing you from falling asleep. The second was a powerful aphrodisiac. The combination of the two can have surprising effects….”
T grimaced, trying to keep his eyes focused on his captor while the room spun around them. “I’m…n-not going to tell you any-anything….”
“Not yet.” The Hawk replied easily. “That’s why the drugs are only the first step.”
Another man rolled a cart up to the table, stopping between T’s spread legs. Atop the cart was a long, rectangular box. On front was a socket, and an extending arm protruded from the top. The thickly built man picked up a metal rod with a bullet-shaped tip, and inserted it into the box so that the bullet end was pointing toward T. He then picked up a clear tube, which was open at one end and connected to a clear tube on the other. The tube extended out of sight below the cart. The tube was mounted on the end of the armature, which was then extended between T’s trapped thighs until it was directly over his groin.
The man flipped a switch on the box, which created suction in the tube. He stepped around to the right side of the table, and carefully placed one finger beneath T’s penis, lifting it slowly. The suction caught it, and T’s cock was sucked up into the latex tube with a thoomp. T gasped as the vacuum inside the tube quickly sucked his cock in completely, and the latex sides tightened around his member. Metal beads imbedded on either side began to move up and down the length of the translucent cock sleeve, pressing in and stimulating T’s trapped manhood.
“UH! Ugghhh! Uhhhh!” T cried out, more from surprise at the intensity of the stimulation than from pain.
The man stepped back around and activated another control on the box. The metal rod moved forward, spinning like a drill bit. Soon it reached T’s ass, and began to penetrate inside. The bullet didn’t appear that large, but it felt massive as it slowly, relentlessly drilled it way into T’s unprotected anus. There was some kind of lube on the tip that eased resistance as it pressed onward.
The rod moved deeper and deeper, until finally it reached the sensitive nerve bundle of his prostate. T cried out softly as the bullet dug in hard, then came to a stop, still rotating.
The Hawk motioned for the other man to leave. When they were alone, he turned to T and raised an eyebrow. “We can start with a simple question: what is my real name?”
T was distracted by the violation of his ass and the overwhelming stimulation of his trapped erection. He spared the Hawk only a glance before averting his eyes and struggling to control himself. “Fuck off.”
The Hawk didn’t seem upset or surprised. He reached over and touched another control on the box.
The effect was immediate. A pulse of electricity shot along the rod, into his anus, and blasted into his prostate. At first, there was a bite of excruciating pain, but the shock seemed to continue on, sending a pulse of incredible stimulation up through his rigid cock. His tingling nuts clenched hard, visibly clutching in his ballsack. An unbelievably potent orgasm exploded in T’s gut, and his cock immediately throbbed with a massive ejaculation. Milky white cum erupted from his tightly trapped fuckrod, and was sucked through the clear tubing, down out of sight under the cart.
“AHHH! AHHH-UGGGHHHH! UGGHHHHNNNNHHH!” T cried out. The sensations began to recede after a few long, interminable seconds.
Panting, T swiveled his head to see the Hawk. “You sick fu-”
The machine sent another jolt through the rod, and the same process occurred. T’s cock erupted with volcanic force.
“AHHHH! AHHHH-UUGGGGGHHHHHHH! UNNNHHHHH! FUCK!!”
“What is my real name, T?” The Hawk asked calmly.
T shook his head, biting his lip. He already wanted to answer. The drugs were pushing his brain to loosen up and drop the mental walls….
Another shock raced through the rod. T’s dick pulsated. Thick cum blasted out and was instantly sucked away by the vacuum.
“UUUGHHHHHHHHH! UGGHH! AHHHHHH! UHHHHHH!”
“It’s a simple question,” the Hawk mused quietly. “There’s no harm in telling me….”
Another blast. “UGGGHHHHHHH! UHHHHNNNNNGGNNN! Holy-UUUGHHHHHH!”
The drugs were pressing hard on his brain. T almost bit through his lip trying to keep from speaking.
The Hawk stepped around to the head of the table, partially blocking the painfully bright light from overhead. “The drugs make you very sensitive.”
He reached out and took T’s hard nipples between his fingers. T cried out as the hypersensitized nubs were pulled and twisted. His muscles clenched as another orgasm pounded his helpless body.
Another shock lanced his prostate, and the added stimulation of his nipples created a feedback loop in his nervous system. T’s muscular body seized as a multiple orgasm ravaged him. Cum squirted from his cock in two thick bursts, followed closely by two more, and another after that. His biceps bulged as he frantically tried to free himself. His abs and pecs spasmed. His thighs clenched. His back arched, but the strap prevented him from lifting off the table.
“UGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! UGHHHH-UGHHHHHH-AHHHHHHHHHHH!”
“What is my real name?” The Hawk whispered in T’s right ear. His fingers adroitly twisted and squeezed T’s hypersensitive nipples without stopping.
T answered the question.
And every question that followed.
The shocks and ejaculations didn’t stop, even long after he’d told the Hawk everything he knew.