Asian Enslavement 6

Author: jnateb
Title: Asian Enslavement 6
Date: 26 May 2017

Part 6

Last time…

I envied him the shower as I lay in the sling, cum dripping from my ass. I was tired and had been fucked in both ends, and could use a wash myself. I marveled at how quickly I had gone from planning to have a boy of my own in my sling at home, to being someone’s toy here in this enormous dungeon. The irony was almost amusing. Or would have been if I were not locked to a sling with a sore ass.

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The kid walked back over and patted my abs. “Very good job boy. I’m pleased with you. Now, let’s get you put away for the night. If I release you from these restraints, are you going to be good and do as I tell you?”

I nodded.

He tapped his smart watch a couple of times and I felt the bands release from the sling. I pulled myself up and stood at the end as he walked around in front of me. It was now or never. I grabbed his arm, swung it behind his back and then grabbed the other.

“Slava - Code Yellow!”

I recognized what was happening a split second before a sharp pain in my balls dropped me to my knees. He had voice command on the fucking things. I yelled and cursed as the worst shocks I’d felt yet zapped my balls. The kid calmly straightened himself up and walked over to the wall where one of the screens had turned flashing yellow and tapped in a code. The shocking finally stopped on my balls. I had put my hands over them to try to somehow protect my crown jewels, and found that my wrists were now locked together, and to my balls. My ankle restraints had also locked together when I went into the fetal position to protect myself. The kid walked back over, a wry grin instead of the smirk this time.

“I really thought you were starting to understand who was in charge here. Now you are still going to do what I say, but your balls have been half fried and you pissed me off. So you accomplished nothing other than misery for yourself. You need to begin to understand that there is no escape from this, and that the only way to a more enjoyable existence is through obedience.”

I would have kicked him if I hadn’t been virtually unable to move from the electricity. Worse, I was starting to worry he was right. He’d designed these things well, I’d learned that in the short time I was here. In honesty, while I enjoyed dishing it out, I’d never been a fan of pain myself. I mean, I wasn’t a total weakling, I worked out at the gym and so I could tolerate some discomfort and pain. But the shocks to my balls were breaking me. My balls had always been very sensitive. I didn’t even let guys touch them with their hands usually, and here they were getting repeated shocks and mistreatment.

“I was going to allow you to cum tonight, but you’ve ruined that, and you will be punished further tomorrow, but for now, I’m putting you away and getting some rest. Stand up.”

He released my legs and I stood and he grabbed my arm and pushed me to the rear of the dungeon, the hallway with the doors on each side. We walked past them - a large, heavy, solid metal door for each room that was open on most of them, but with a prison cell type grill door as well that was shut. I glimpsed on the right what appeared to be basically 3 different configurations of cells, and on the left, I made out a room with lots of shoes, and the other two had the solid metal door shut. For all I knew, there were a dozen other guys locked behind the two solid ones. They certainly looked secure enough to hold them. At the end, there was a dark space that seemed to have some sort of additional equipment in it.

He used a screen beside the last door to open it, and shoved me inside. I turned around as he slammed the metal prison door shut.

“I’m going to bed. The system is going to provide instructions for you to get ready for your night. I recommend obeying. Doing otherwise will only bring you pain before you eventually obey.”

I watched him turn and leave. I looked around the space I was now locked in. It was small, maybe 15 by 15 or less. There was a prison style toilet/sink combo in one corner. The normal cameras were positioned in the corners of the room. There were few other objects in the room, except the main attraction. Against one wall, there was a sort of case. It is hard to describe. It sort of looked like a torpedo casing from Star Trek. Big enough to fit an adult male inside. It was attached to the wall by a large apparatus that seemed to have a pivot on either end of it, and from the brief moments I had to take it in, looked as though it could rotate 360 degrees. It was currently vertical. I suppose if I had to try to break it down, I’d describe it almost as a futuristic casket attached to a movable wall mount. I felt my wrists disengage from my balls. He’d released the locking feature.

“Brush your teeth and floss.”

I nearly jumped out of my skin when the collar around my neck spoke to me. It had a semi-robotic voice, male. Much like the male version of Siri on the iPhone. I was now taking orders from a computer.

Over the toilet/sink combo was a prison mirror - polished stainless steel - I walked over to it and looked at the item around my neck. It looked smooth and solid, I couldn’t see where the sound came from. I looked at my ass in the mirror too - angry red lines were expertly lined down it and onto my upper legs. The kid knew what he was going - not a single one overlapped another.

Looking at the ankle/wrist/ball restraints, they had the same basic design, only smaller. Solid, smooth, metallic. I couldn’t even see a seam or way to open them. The insides seemed to have a soft, sort of gel like surface that made them much more comfortable than a normal manacle or shackle would be - but still not “comfortable.”

As I examined the one around my balls, the collar had something to say again. “Putting your hands near your genitals for more than 20 seconds will result in punishment. You have 30 seconds to begin brushing your teeth before you are punished.”

I had been a bit surprised I was not in chastity, but realized that the restraints were going to keep me from touching myself. I quickly removed my hands and found the generic toothbrush and toothpaste on the sink, and began brushing my teeth, and then flossed with the simple floss laying there. I’d hoped for a shower, but there was no shower in the room. When I finished, I heard a sound and turned around. The case behind me had opened. The inside had what was essentially a cavity in the shape of a human male.

“Enter the recharging chamber.”

It wanted me to get IN that thing? Just looking at it, I knew I wouldn’t be able to move more than an inch. It was designed with a tight fit for the male form, and not much more. I took a step back, and felt another shock to my balls.

“Enter the recharging chamber now.”

No fucking way. I’d done everything else, but I was not getting into that box. I refused. Another shock, this time much stronger, and I dropped to my knees. “Recharging chamber” made it sound like a spa, but one look and I knew it was a complete prison, molded to my frame.

“That was a level 5 punishment. The levels will increase until you enter the recharging chamber.”

Fuck, there was no way to win. I knew if I fought it I’d just eventually drag myself into the thing with my balls completely fried, so I reluctantly went to the chamber, and got in. The minute I laid myself back in it, I felt my ankles lock where they were in the base. When I settled back further into the grooves for my arms and neck, they snapped into place as well, and I felt the ball band snap to the raised piece under my crotch. It kept my legs spread apart about 3 feet or so, my hands to my sides.

“Charging cycle has begun for band system. Open your mouth and settle your fingers into the appropriate grooves.”

I had little choice, so I did as it asked, and the lid shut me in. When it did, a phallic object in the roof ended up right in my mouth. Even my fingers were in designated grooves/cavities, which meant I had only centimeters of movement in any direction. I felt my cock pulled into what I can only describe as something like a fleshlight.

The interior was a gel-like surface, similar to the restraints interior, so it was surprisingly comfortable. I felt the entire case move so that it seemed to be parallel to the floor, though I couldn’t see to be sure, and being in it was disorienting. The area around my mouth and nose seemed to have air pumped in, so I was able to breathe. It sort of… swelled? The entire gel surface more or less form fitted even tighter to my body. I could tense my muscles, but not much more. I was a total captive, sealed in a box, in a large dungeon, and no one knew where I was other than that damned Asian kid.

“You may urinate anytime you need to do so while in this chamber.”

I hadn’t peed in hours and had drank a good bit earlier, so I did not need much encouragement. I was afraid I’d be sleeping in the piss, but the flashlight thing around my cock vacuumed the urine right out of the chamber.

Speakers that seemed to be right beside my ears spoke. “You will be given food and water through the mouthpiece.”

I felt something sort of ooze out of the cock-like thing in my mouth. It tasted and felt approximately like a bunch of vegetables, nuts, beans, and whey powder put into a blender, and I suspected that was not far from what it was. I hadn’t had anything in a long time - I had no idea what time it was - so I swallowed the stuff. It was not the worst taste, but far from appetizing. It was followed by a stream of water that I had to drink quickly to keep from drowning.

I felt something sort of ooze onto my ass from the base of the contraption, and suddenly my rather sore, blistered ass felt much, much better. Apparently a salve of some sort. I was thankful the kid hadn’t turned that off after the incident earlier.

A massage sort of program seemed to kick in. I shortly realized it was the best massage I’d ever experienced. Every inch of my muscles were being pressed by the machine. It was a pleasant surprise. If anything, I expected the case to somehow make me more miserable, but this wasn’t so bad. And it was welcome after the time in the stocks and sling. My muscles were aching and sore from the tension in the bondage, and needed a massage.

I felt something push against my asshole. With a shot of lube, in short order, what felt like a small plug type thing had pushed it’s way in. I felt… Well, something filling me, and then realized that it seemed to be pumping water into my ass. At least I was going to be washed out a bit, I guess.

Once it had filled me up, it stopped and made me keep it in. With the plug inserted and I think somehow grown a bit inside my ass, there was no way for me to get rid of it. It waited at least 5-7 minutes before it pumped the water back out, by which point I was desperate to void it, even with the massage relaxing me some. I suppose not my ideal way to do it, but at least I felt a bit clean back there.

Next, a cleaning cycle seemed to kick in. I felt jets of water hit my body from every possible location with what smelled like a mild soap. It soaked me, and even filled the space in the chamber. I would have drowned if the cock thing in my mouth hadn’t allowed me to breath through it.

It went through a couple of cycles of soap and then rinse. Finally, it drained the water out and I was more or less dry. I marveled at the fact that without lifting a finger, the kid had just had me brush my teeth, store myself, fed me, watered me, given me an enema, and washed my body. Plus applied a salve to my wounds. If the kid invented this thing, he was a genius. Crazy, as evidenced by my kidnapping and imprisonment, but a genius.

It was nice to feel clean again - and the massage plus salve had increased my comfort level by about 300%. I began to wonder how long someone could be safely kept in this thing. I had never been much for isolation, sleep sacks, and so forth myself, but knew a few guys who were. Some had kept guys in far less fancy digs for at least 24 hours. With the feeding, biological/restroom, and massage capabilities (to keep circulation/etc) this thing had, it could easily be 24 hours. I shuddered to the degree I was able to… even days? Or longer???

“Go to sleep.”

A screen above my eyes - I had been in darkness to this point - lit up faintly, showing a peaceful night sky, stars twinkling, a few clouds rolling by, and the occasional shooting star. The screen resolution and design was so good that I would have believed I was looking through window had I not known I was sealed in a tube in a concrete space, maybe dozens of feet underground. But really, the kid had thought of everything. An integrated screen? I imagined some of the ways he could use it for training and so forth.

White noise started to come through the speakers next to my ears. I almost thought I could make out a voice in the noise, but exhaustion overcame me, and I fell asleep.


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