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Waking up in an unfamiliar room, Spencer’s initial instinct was to look about and try to orient himself. However, his decision was halted before the young man even had the chance to try. With a tug of his limbs, it was abundantly clear that Spencer had been restrained for some unknown purpose. Made immobile while lying across a small platform — a bench, he guessed, feeling the slight give of a cushion.
The mystery only grew as the brunette noticed he was entirely nude. Not a scrap of clothing on him — not even his shoes. Where the hell was he? Why was he being held to this bench? How did he get here? The moments leading to this predicament were hazy at best. In fact, the gap of memory Spencer experienced was rather concerning. Perhaps he had been drugged.
Looking about the space, there was not much to be said for the room’s contents. All Spencer could see from where he was bent over were featureless concrete walls and a floor of similar construct boasting a drain.
The young man twisted and pulled at his holdings, trying to free himself and failing spectacularly to make any progress. All he had to show for it were his aching wrists. The bench had not made so much as a squeak to indicate movement, nor did it have any give. The young man was truly stuck.
He didn’t have to remain alone for long, however. A mechanical thunk sounded in the small room, like a heavy lock turning. The next moment, footsteps began to draw closer from behind. Spencer writhed, calling out to whoever it may be that he was, in no uncertain terms, not supposed to be in this mess.
“I don’t even know where I’m at,” he tried to reason to this unseen person. “Please, I just want to go home. I don’t know what’s going—“ Spencer’s voice failed him as large, warm hand encircled his dick. The way he’s been positioned, his soft length had been left to dangle instead of remaining squished between his abdomen and the bench. Now, though, he wished it had been.
“W-what are you doing? Wait!” The young man tried and failed to move away from the person holding his member. Instead, they felt the heft of his cock like they were appraising something. Feeling him from base to tip, rolling his foreskin back to expose the head. Holding his balls and kneading them between thick fingers. All the while Spencer pleaded for the inspection to stop. The stirrings of arousal were building with the attention to his penis and he couldn’t bear to embarrass himself like that.
Rather, Spencer was forced to simply bite his lip and try to push the sensations in his lower half from his mind. It wasn’t until he had started to chub up that the person even spoke. The voice startled Spencer, both from its timbre — what a silky, rich voice it was — and from the words it spoke.
“You’ll be a good toy. Just the right size.”
A good toy? No no. This was not what Spencer wanted. He didn’t want to be some man’s toy, whatever that may entail. Foolishly, he believed that he had a choice in the matter.
“I don’t understand—“
“Don’t speak without permission,” the man interrupted. His tone was authoritative, like he expected to be heeded simply for having spoken.
“But—“
A sharp smack of an open hand landed across Spencer’s balls, making him howl in shock and pain. The threat was clear. Disobey and pay the price. He whimpered, wishing he could cradle himself but knowing that trying to move would be fruitless.
Letting the silence last a few beats, the man resumed his caressing of Spencer’s vulnerable bits, massaging the stinging still lingering in his testicles. Brought back to his semi erection from the confusing sensation of pain and pleasure, the brunette could only screw his eyes shut and hope that he woke up from his unusual dream.
Wakefulness never came. Instead, the man had begun to pay special attention to the head of Spencer’s cock — arguably his most sensitive area. The pad of his thumb swiped over the slit of his dick, pushing against it so it pinched shut before releasing it all over again. Teasing out a bit of precum from the young man’s unwilling erection.
The touch stopped. Spencer’s eyes flew open as he prayed the pleasurable torment was over. This man must have gotten bored and was going to free Spencer, and all of this would be a distant memory.
Then a cold object nudged the end of his length. Cool and unyielding, like metal, but smoothed in shape. Rounded perfectly to slide right in to the tiny hole of his cock.
Panicked anew, Spencer tried to buck away from the thing that was threatening to penetrate his urethra. But moving only jostled the thin instrument about within his shaft. The sensation was practically electric. Places that had never been touched were being opened by the rod and sending traitorous pleasure up the length of his cock.
Behind him, the man continued to push the sounding rod in, slowly savoring the way the shiny toy was disappearing into Spencer’s tight little hole. He withdrew it a bit only to push it back in with an even speed. Getting his new plaything adjusted to having something inside of him.
Spencer was whining, fearful of speaking but unable to remain silent as his dick was violated by the metal stick. He didn’t want this… right? He had very likely been kidnapped and now was being subjected to some unusual torture. He shouldn’t be enjoying any of it.
And yet, it seemed his body wasn’t getting the memo. His prick was hard and twitching with the surprisingly pleasant fullness of having his pee hole stuffed. It helped that the metal had been warmed by the heat of his body.
Warring with himself over the morality of enjoying being held against his will and touched, Spencer almost missed the rod as it was pulled out entirely. He only had to wait a moment before his cock was being stuffed again.
Was this one bigger? Surely not. It was cold, like it was different than the other on, and brought back the acuity of the stretch in his urethra. Spencer bit back a moan at the thought of what it might look like going in and out of him.
“You’ll stretch out in no time,” the nameless man commented. It was unclear if he was speaking to Spencer of simply talking to himself, but the statement was concerning all the same. Stretched out? Not his cock. There wasn’t any stretching to be done — it couldn’t take much. Even as a young man, Spencer couldn’t say he boasted a particularly large penis. Average, sure, but not something to be supposedly stretched.
The man didn’t seem to care what Spencer thought was possible. He diligently opened his toy up on the rod until the slide of it was easy and smooth. By the third sound, Spencer was almost shaking with the feeling of being fucked in his little piss hole. He was getting too close to cumming. And while he didn’t want to face the shame of reaching climax from a stranger touching him in such a way, perhaps it would stop everything. Maybe he could go home.
Spencer’s dick pulsed with need, fire coiling in his abdomen as he fought against his orgasm until he couldn’t take it any more. Pleasure crashed over him, his balls drawing up as he came. He felt his seed ooze out around the rod, spilling with a quiet spattering onto the concrete floor.
His pulse was pounding in his ears, feeling the rod slide out of his slowly softening cock.
In pushed another.
God, no. He couldn’t do this. Spencer didn’t want to feel like this. Feeling so good wasn’t okay. He must have something wrong with him, he reasoned. Still, he had to stifle a moan when he was pierced by the slightly larger sound.
Again and again, this stranger fucked his cock open with these sticks, every one just a hair larger than the other. Hitting places within him that he couldn’t explain, making him shamefully hard a second time. And after he had reached his climax, a third time.
It was clear that they were increasing in size after Spencer felt his pee hole gape just the smallest amount before being filled all over again. Going on for god only knew how long. The brunette was losing the ability to think, much less keep track of how much time passed as he’d been played with. He’d even lost track of how many rods he’d taken into his sensitive urethra.
Maybe it was for the best Spencer couldn’t see his member. If he saw how large the tools were that disappeared into his length with ease, he surely would have sobbed. He could only guess how big his little virgin slit had been made.
Until the man provided him with his latest sound.
Was that his finger?
Spencer cried as he felt the faceless man start fucking his own thick finger into his cock. The feeling was rougher than the rods, but holy shit was it lighting up his nerve endings. If he could get hard again so soon, Spencer was sure he would be. It was dizzying to feel how much he’d been changed to fit this man’s fucked up little fantasy. And it was even more bewildering that Spencer found himself enjoying it as well.
“Almost there,” the man spoke — the first time in a while. “I’ll make it fit before I’m done with you today.”
It? What could—
Surely not. That couldn’t happen. There was no chance in hell that this man was implying that he was going to fit his own cock inside of Spencer’s urethra. But with his one finger pumping in and out of the young man’s penis, followed eventually by a second, the reality of what the man was planning began to hit Spencer.
Finally, he was empty. Delirious, Spencer felt his dick dribble out his earlier spend. The cool air hit the inside of his penis, foreign in its sensation. The gape it had was too large to close just yet. For a fearful second, the brunette wondered if it would ever return to normal. But his thoughts were pushed out of his head as the man took his cock into hand once again and began to press in the biggest object yet.
The moment the head entered, Spencer knew it was the man’s dick pressing into him. Spreading him wider and wider to accommodate his girth, taking him in deeper by the second. Either the man had grown impatient — unlikely, Spencer figured, considering he’d spent so long turning his length into a sex toy — or he deemed his sex pet prepared enough, pulling nearly all the way out before fucking back into him swiftly. Harder than before, more sure of the action.
Spencer sobbed with overwhelmed despair and pleasure as he was used like some living fleshlight. Forced to take this man’s cock deeper and deeper. Reaching further than any of the sounding rods, pushing against some place within the young man that was reluctant to yield. The man was heedless of any of it. He simply thrust himself harder into Spencer’s stretched piss hole.
The moment the man pressed past the place within Spencer’s cock, he instantly knew where it was that the man had breached. His cries turned to wails as his captor bullied his way into Spencer’s bladder, fucking the tight ring with abandon. Every pull of his hips backward caused a stream of piss to escape Spencer’s battered hole, coating the man’s penis and splattering to the floor. It didn’t seem to deter him, though. If anything, the man bucked into him with more enthusiasm, forcing more of Spencer to open to him.
Grunting, the man’s pace faltered, the head of his dick pushing in and out of Spencer’s inner opening in rapid succession before stilling. Cumming inside his bladder. Spencer gasped, feeling orgasm rock through him but unable to find release with his penis plugged so tightly.
“Good, just like that,” the man groaned, standing still and moving Spencer’s member up and down his length, jerking himself. “Get every drop. I’ll make sure you’re full.”
The man remained motionless for a moment, still balls deep within Spencer’s dick, before a new feeling started to pool within Spencer’s belly. A hot stream filling out his bladder — piss. The man was pissing right into his bladder, mixing the hot liquid with his cum. The brunette couldn’t catch his breath, so overwhelmed by the incredibly erotic sensation. Even when the man was finished and his bladder cramped with the feeling of being so, so full, it only made Spencer moan.
The man sounded pleased as he chuckled, clearly witnessing the bliss Spencer felt at being so thoroughly used. He pulled out, and the moment his penis was free a torrent of piss and cum escaped Spencer’s used cock. No matter how he tried to clench, he was unable to keep anything in his bladder.
Now truly emptied, Spencer began to sniffle and cry anew. It was torture to feel so full — to feel so complete — and then left with nothing inside. He had even considered begging despite the man’s earlier warning to hold his tongue, but his captor was a step ahead. Grasping Spencer’s dick once again, he pushed in a large shape, plugging him up and keeping his gape wide. The device clicked around his cock and balls, secured with metal.
“Still eager to leave?” the man asked, letting go of Spencer’s caged cock.
“No!” the brunette quickly denied. He couldn’t leave now. Not after feeling so good. This man had truly turned him into his perfect sex toy.
“I thought so,” the man sounded pleased. “You’ll call me Master or Sir, from now on. And I’ll use you as I please.” Spencer nodded before correcting himself.
“Y-yes, Sir.”
“Good boy.”
Spencer heard the shuffle of the man— of his Master behind him, then the thunk of the lock. And then silence as he was left alone in his new home.
He couldn’t wait for Master to return.