Asian Enslavement 7

Author: jnateb
Title: Asian Enslavement 7
Date: 04 June 2017

Part 7

Last time, in the “recharging chamber”…

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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I woke up a few times during the night in a sense of panic, unable to move and forgetting where I was and what had happened. I would finally remember and manage to calm down. The chamber did not care about my panic, I was its total captive and not going anywhere. I had a king size bed at home, and tended to be a roller. I moved around a lot when I slept, every guy I’d ever slept with said it. Basically, a bed & covers hog. They ended up at the edge of the bed. I’d solved the problem for BDSM hook ups by simply getting a small pad that I kept under my bed to pull out and made them sleep on that. I mean, I provided a blanket and pillow, and the pad was relatively comfortable… but their ankle was safely locked to the foot of my bed.

I had my bed to myself to take up as much space as I wanted. If I did wake up horny during the night, I could always pull the boy into the bed for use. I got hard thinking about waking a sleeping, naked, collared, tethered boy, pulling him up into my bed, and seconds later pushing my cock into his mouth. The sort of confusion and surprise, giving way to acceptance of the situation and the feeling of him obediently starting to suck. But now I was the slave. It was my mouth that was accommodating a cock type object, and I couldn’t do a damned thing about it. It was me who was going to be doing the cock sucking.

I had to pee again, and with few other options, I just went ahead and did it. The thing automatically sucked it right out again, so at least I was allowed that little personal freedom. It was an odd experience laying flat on my back and peeing. Not something most people do after they’re grown.

I wondered what time it was. I knew I had left the bar at 10-11 or so. It had obviously taken an hour or more to get me into the dungeon and secured. I’d waited for a decent amount of time after waking. The kid had used me twice for at least 45 minutes each time, and there was a break in the middle. I estimated I had entered the chamber at 3-4am, maybe a bit later. But in the case, time had no meaning. I’d slept, and felt better, but not fully rested. But I couldn’t tell if I’d slept an hour or 6 or 10. It could be well into Sunday by this point.

I desperately wanted to move, to stretch, to get out of this damned thing. But, the peaceful screen made it feel like I wasn’t maybe quite as encased, and the white noise seemed to help sooth my desire to move, even the smallest amount, and I got back to sleep.

I woke again to the computer voice and the cleaning cycle - both body and my ass - beginning again. “Wake up.”

I was then fed and watered again. The same not great tasting but probably healthy slush stuff.

Once again, I marveled that without even being near me (as far as I knew), the kid had woke, washed, fed and watered me. It was a scarily efficient system. The case finally - FINALLY - rotated back vertical, and opened. It kept the bands locked there for a few seconds, and finally released those and I could get out. I did so immediately, and spent the next few minutes jumping, stretching, and in general moving in any way I could, thankful to be out of the thing. The case closed, and it sounded like the cleaning cycle restarted to clean out my residue.

Suddenly, I realized something: There was no hair on my body below my neck, other than on my legs and arms. In my elation at my new freedom, I had overlooked it, but as I examined myself, my chest hair, crotch, ass, everything was smooth as a baby. The damned thing apparently had a depilatory cream included in the cleaning cycle. Without touching me, he’d made me like a boy.

I went over to the prison mirror and looked and found it applied to my face as well - he’d removed any stubble I would have normally grown.

My head hair was still there, and my arms and legs had been left, but everything else was gone. I was an odd mixture of furious and fascinated.

“Brush your teeth and floss.”

I obeyed, it felt good to do anything after being in the chamber, really.

“Kneel by the door.”

I was already tired of the computer orders, but figured that it would only get my balls shocked if I didn’t obey, so I went and knelt next to the door.

“Hands behind your back, head bowed, eyes on the ground 4 feet in front of you, knees 2.5 feet apart, ankles together.”

I obeyed again, and felt the now familiar click of the bands locking my wrists together behind me, and then the ankle bands doing the same. I was now more or less stuck on my knees. I waited impatiently for what I assumed would be the kid’s return. He kept me waiting for a while. At least 20 if not 30 minutes. Finally I heard him returning, and the door unlocked. In he walked, again dressed nicely in a collared shirt, jeans, nice shoes - all expensive.

I looked up and got another zap to my balls. The computer: “Head bowed, eyes on the ground 4 feet in front of you.”

I could feel the fucking smirk, even if I couldn’t see it. With virtually no work, he had me cleaned in and out, hairless, and restrained at his mercy.

“I am heading out for a while, but wanted to check in on you, and get a quick blowjob before I go.”

He unzipped his pants, pulled out his fat dick, and smacked it across my face a few times, landing with it pressing against my lips. It smelled freshly showered and washed this time.

“Get to work, I don’t have all day.”

I reluctantly complied, and started blowing the kid as best I knew how. He gave me correction on how he wanted it done, more tongue, tighten up, all that stuff. Sometimes grabbing my head and forcing me down onto it, other times letting me do the work myself. He pulled out and started to jerk himself. “Suck on my balls.”

I started to suck his surprisingly large balls, licking and trying to caress them with my mouth. He jerked and I recognized the signs that he was getting close to cumming from my two prior experiences with it. He pulled his balls out of my mouth, and aimed his pulsing cock at my mouth.

“Open.”

I did as I was told, and he sprayed jet after jet of cum into my mouth and around my face.

“Swallow. Good job. You’re getting better. I’ll see you later.”

He zipped up, rubbed me on the head like a dog, turned, and walked out the door, leaving me with cum on my face and the door open. Somehow I felt even more used than I had the night before.

The computer voice again: “Wash your face and then exit the room to the right and walk down the hall.”

The bands unlocked, and I washed the cum off my face at the toilet/sink. I looked at my ass in the mirror and was surprised to see that it was much more healthy looking than I would have imagined after the harsh caning. The salve that the chamber put on it was clearly medicated. The kid spared no expense to be sure I was his captive, and in good shape to be used, apparently.

I walked to the door and looked left to the dungeon and the exit to freedom, but knew he would have the door sealed, and that the band system would probably make quick work of any escape attempt. I sighed, and walked to the right. At the end of the hall, past the cells and other doors, the space opened up again and was as wide as the rest of the dungeon, but far less long. There was a large amount of exercise equipment stationed around the room, and shower heads with soap dispensers nearby, as well as a few more of the prison toilets, were along one wall.

“You will now exercise. You may put on the shoes and socks available. Begin with machine one. Maintain the appropriate pace to avoid punishment.”

There was a shelf with a generic pair of shoes and a small basket of socks. I put them on, and looked around the room. Each machine had a number painted on it, or nearby. Number one was an exercise bike. I was actually happy to have the opportunity to exercise. I was at the gym often in general, and after being tightly restrained last night, I wanted to move my muscles.

I climbed on the exercise bike and felt the now familiar clicks as my ankle and wrist bands locked to the machines. As I looked I realized it was custom - designed just for these bands to rest on it and lock to it. I upped my estimate of how much the dungeon had cost. It was likely hundreds of thousands of dollars. Perhaps over a million.

I started to sit back on the bike seat now that I had mounted it, and felt something hit my ass when I did. I craned around as best I could, given my now locked position on the bike, and saw that a dildo had extended from the seat. It was shiny, so likely already lubed, but I couldn’t believe it. He was going to make me sit on a dildo while I ride this bike?

“Begin your work out. When the screen is green, you are at pace. When it is yellow, you are falling out of pace. When it is red, you have 10 seconds to reach pace before punishment begins. You have 60 seconds to sit on the dildo before your workout begins. If you do not sit, your workout will still commence.”

The screen flashed a 60 second countdown. My brain raced… I could stand up on the bike for a while, but would eventually be exhausted from it and have to sit. I’d only have 10 seconds to do it without getting shocked or something, which did not give me much time to shove a moderate sized dildo into my ass and then keep biking.

I realized he had control of this and I had little choice. 53 seconds. I started pushing my ass onto the dildo. It was fortunately lubed, and seemed to shoot some lube into my ass as I got the head into myself. I tried to relax, and pushed myself down on it. It was about a good 6 inches, and had a slightly tapered base. After the fucking the night before, and the small plug in the case, my ass was a bit sore, but stretched, so I got onto it within the time allowed.I felt my ball band click to the seat.

I was now trapped on the dildo by my balls, locked to the exercise bike, and at the mercy of the computer system.

“Exercise commencing.”

The screen flashed red, and I started cycling.