Holiday to Hell part 8 - Recovery and Revenge

Author: jamestg
Title: Holiday to Hell part 8 - Recovery and Revenge
Date: 08 September 2013

I came to but was not in the tank, it felt like I was strapped to a stretcher and covered in blankets. I could hear a heart monitor beeping next to me but was still quite woozy. As I became more aware I realised that I could not see and I could not move my head either but I heard Dr Grant speak. “I must apologise for Samuels enthusiasm. He was given specific instructions not to go below 2 degrees but he thought he could cure you. He has been steadily showing a greater disregard for my instructions and will be punished. You might have thought you were going to have an early end to your life and your days in my institute but you are not that lucky. I will leave you here to recover a while longer before we continue your treatment, this will help you sleep”. I felt a needle and was out cold again.

When I awoke I was still on the stretcher but not strapped down. There was nobody in the room but as soon as I thought about stroking my cock the door opened. I expected it to be Samuel or Grant but it was a man I had not seen before. He said he was covering for Samuel for a few days since I had been in recovery and Samuel had been filling in elsewhere. I could not believe that I had been out for days! He said it was the evening and now I was awake I would be taken to my room until treatment tomorrow. He went to the door and bought back two guards who cuffed my wrists behind my back and locked leg cuffs on too. I was then lead to the lift the key was put in to take me back down to level -1. The lift began to move but did not stop at -1 it went on to -2 and the doors opened. I remembered what Samuel had said about the worse it gets the lower you go and thought there must have been a mistake. As if they could read my mind the guards said I was too disturbed for level -1 and this would now be my home. We moved out of the lift and into a small sort of hall with a mesh gate at one end, a row of lockers and nothing else. I was told that I must be prepared for my stay in level -2 and a locker with my name on it was opened. The locker was empty and the guard said that there must have been a mistake. He made a phone call and after a short conversation that I did not understand he returned. He told me that my room was in use along with my clothes but I could share my room. I didn’t really know what to think and so just went along with it all. The mesh gate was opened and lights were turned on revealing a corridor with a row of doors. We went past 6 or 7 doors and reached one with my name on it. The door was unlocked with 2 keys top and bottom then the handle turned and the swung open. To my shock there was a guy in my room, his hands were cuffed and connected to a chain pulling his arms above his head. His face was covered with a leather muzzle head harness that was locked in place but had a tube coming out of the front. Looking further down I noticed he was wearing my crusty nylon shorts and had obviously pissed himself at least once. My eyes followed his legs down to his ankles that were cuffed and locked to the floor. I looked back up and into the guys eyes and was sure it was Samuel looking back. All the restraints seemed a bit over the top as the room he was in was not much bigger than an upright coffin and the heavy door had been locked. He was clearly relieved when the guard unlocked his ankle cuffs from the eye bolt in the floor however I was pushed up against him and both our ankle cuffs were locked to the eyebolt. The same process followed with his handcuffs and mine were undone from behind me and my arms pulled over my head with them both being locked together above our heads. The guards moved back and pushed the door closed forcing my naked body against his mostly naked body and pressing my hard cock into his caged cock and piss soaked shorts that he was wearing. It did not take long for me to cum grinding against his hot body listening to his gagged protests. I was straight and I guessed he was too from his cries but I didn’t care, I just wanted to cum and so I did all night long whilst looking into Samuel’s pleading eyes. In the morning the door was opened and another doctor came with my protein shake and pill. He asked which one was Tom and I nodded towards Samuel. He said he couldn’t give the pill with that gag on so he emptied it into the shake, mixed it back up, put the lid on and connected the bottle to the tube on Samuel’s gag hanging the bottle from the ceiling forcing Samuel to drink it. Now he would know what I am going through and I might go soft and be released. The doctor locked the door again and left. A while later the door opened again I turned to see a furious Dr Grant. He shook his head saying that I have caused a huge amount of trouble before I was unlocked and dragged upstairs to the white room.

The door to the white room was opened and instead of the tank there was a bench that sent a shiver down my spine and the usual group of doctors. I tried to turn and run but I was grabbed by two of the doctors and dragged to the bench with leather straps hanging all over it and various restraints under it. They lifted me on to the bench and strapped me down at my back at chest level and waist on a central raised section. Straps also went from my right shoulder to left waist and left shoulder to right waist crossing over my back. My still hard cock and swollen balls were directed into a groove in the rear of the bench and a half cuff bolted to the bench securing my junk to the bench. My head was pushed down through a hole like on a massage bench. My arms hung down and were strapped at the bicep, elbow and wrist to the benches legs. My legs sat on a lower platform and each was strapped at the ankle, knee and thigh keeping my legs about shoulder width apart. My head was lifted again and a ball gag inserted with leather straps that went over my nose and round my head then a strap was done up under my chin keeping my mouth shut. A blindfold was buckled on and finally my head was lowered and buckled at the back through the head harness keeping my face through the hole in the bench. I then heard another commotion and the sound of chains but was distracted by the sound of Grant speaking. “My doctors believe that your constant arousal is a result of not getting the right kind of sexual release.” I suddenly felt something cold and liquid on my arse and screamed in fear and anger. “It looks like you are unhappy with this treatment; we must be on the right track. Once we leave the room a machine that I am positioning behind you will slowly enter your arse then fuck you. If my doctors theory is correct this will cause you to cum as you are repressing your homosexual desires causing your constant erection. The sensor that has been attached to your cock will measure your erection. If you go soft then the machine will stop however if you remain hard then the machine clearly has not satisfied you so every hour it will take a reading if you are not soft the dildo invading you ass will expand by 25% in width, length and speed. In 4 hours it will have reached its maximum size but my doctors tell me you will be cured long before then, let’s hope they are correct.” I have never had anything in my arse although I had fucked a girl up hers once, judging by her reaction I was not in for a fun 4 hours. Headphones were placed over my ears, the door closed and with a whir my mechanical rapist got to work. I tried to resist at first but the pressure was unrelenting and this was not a fight I could win.