Holiday to Hell part 5 - The Arrival

Author: jamestg
Title: Holiday to Hell part 5 - The Arrival
Date: 10 August 2013

I don’t know how long I was out cold, I don’t know where I am, I don’t know how long I will be here. It feels like I am naked but I can’t move my head enough to look down. I can feel that I am laying down with straps holding my head, my arms, my wrists, my waist, my thighs and my ankles. I can feel my cock pointing up to the white ceiling which I am looking up at hearing the buzz from the strip light looking back down at me. I wish I could touch my cock. My balls feel full almost swollen and I need to cum. I try pulling at my restraints to get to my cock and am so focussed on my task that I don’t hear the hatch on the door of my room opening.

“I see you are awake” a voice says. I hear a key turning in the lock and the door opening. A face enters my field of vision looking down at me. He looks like a doctor as I can see his white coat. “Who are you, where am I” I shout only for my sensitive balls to receive a slap. I let out a moan that is a cross between pleasure and pain but don’t want that pain again. “Listen” the doctor said, “you are here because you are ill. You have been through things that would scare most people. You have been tasered, bound up, put in prison, faced the death penalty and sent here and you have been hard all the time, you are a pervert”. “It’s the pills the..” before I could finish SLAP, SLAP. I felt pleasure again but much more pain as he hit harder and twice. “I SAID LISTEN. I know it is the pills, I gave them to the air marshal. I was paid to develop them for his slave. I am Doctor Grant used to be a prominent doctor in the army but when I was caught testing my pills on soldiers I was punished by being sent here. In return for developing the pills and ruining my career the air marshal agreed to find me another pretty slave boy of my own. You see my last boy was an inmate here but sadly he is no more and I have not had a good looking boy in here for months. Nobody else here knows this and as you are the one strapped to the bed in a mental institution nobody will believe you. You will take your pills with your protein shakes and if you don’t they will be added to the shakes and fed to you via a feeding tube the choice is yours.” I nodded in acceptance and defeat. The head of the bed was lifted so I could take the pill and the shake. “You will no doubt be feeling a desperate need to cum. You need to cum at least once every 36 hours or there will be problems but you will want to cum whenever there is cum in your balls and will only be satisfied when you are empty and dry cumming. You last came just over 30 hours ago so I will leave you for a while longer and I have a meeting with my staff to try and find ways of curing you. Somehow I think it will take longer than they plan and I am not sure you will enjoy all of their methods but I know I will. See you in 6 hours”

He left and locked the door behind him leaving me sitting upright looking at the door and a clock on the wall. Time passed slowly and I wanted to cum so badly. My balls were aching more and more. After 4 hours it felt like someone was squeezing my balls, after 5 hours they felt like someone was punching them, by 6 hours it felt like I was being repeatedly kicked in the balls. It was gone 6 hours, the doctor had not returned and I had screamed until I lost my voice.