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"Fuck, holy shit!" Shane said through a broken yell as he orgasmed. He wasn't sure how man times he had come already, but none of them felt good. They all felt painful and overwhelming, especially since there was no end in sight to his torture.
If Shane had been able to think, he would have realized it was golden hour. He would have realized that there were only a few more hours of this torture in store for him.
But Shane didn't think he could handle another minute. Every time he came, cum shot out of his continuously erect penis. He was covered in his own bodily fluids. The floor under him was soaked with blood, piss and the pale white cream that was making its way out of his body.
Shane wanted the stranger to release him from this torture. He wasn't sure how he had gotten a sex chair into the cottage without Shane seeing it.
When Shane finally realized where the stranger had retrieved the obedience chair from, he shuddered.
Somehow, in the midst of this torture, Shane had forgotten about the underground sex dungeon he had installed when he bought the cottage. It was equipped with chairs, toys, and weapons that could be used for sex. Shane had never told anyone about it, being too ashamed to use the tools with anyone.
If the stranger had found his dungeon, he had a million ways to torture Shane. He had wanted to fuck Shane in every room of the house, but he could just trap Shane in the dungeon and never let him out.
I'm never going to play hockey again.
Shane started to spiral, wondering if he had a future ahead of him. If he was ever going to see his parents again, or Rose, or Hayden and his family. For the first time since he had seen the stranger outside, Shane wondered if he was going to survive this.
The thought was interrupted when the machine suddenly slowed down. Shane didn't know what happened until he looked outside and saw the sun starting to come down.
The machine had run out of battery, and for the first time since that morning, Shane wished it was still on.
As long as he was strapped to the obedience chair and being ruthlessly fucked, Shane knew where he was. He knew what tool the intruder was going to use against him.
Now, he had no idea what would come next.
The stranger, who must have been watching the livestream he set up, didn't come to release Shane quickly. He left Shane strapped to the chair, with the dildo still inside him.
It wasn't until an hour later that he made an appearance.
"Did you enjoy your punishment?" The stranger asked with a large smile as he moved closer to Shane. Shane shook his head no as he looked away from the stranger.
"Is there anything I can do to stop this?" Shane asked, but he knew it wasn't worth arguing. If the stranger was willing to let him go, he would have done so already.
"No, I do not think so." The stranger said. Shane noticed for the first time that the man was wearing pajamas. He figured it made sense, because it was getting dark outside. "I will sleep comfortably on the bed, and you will stay in the chair."
"You can't leave me here." Shane whispered. His throat was raw from a day of moaning and yelling.
"Watch me." The stranger said, laying in bed and turning away from Shane. He didn't seem to be bothered by the soaking wet sheets. Somehow, Shane knew he enjoyed them. They were a sick trophy of the pain he had inflicted on Shane.