Joes Tattoo Part 5

Author: SkinJameser
Title: Joe's Tattoo Part 5
Date: 12 March 2009

Chapter Five

Joe had no concept of time passing, he had no thoughts running through his mind at all except for the pounding in his ass and the waves of lust that coursed from his cock and radiated through him. He had never felt so constantly horny in his life. He had only ever experienced this feeling the moment or two before he’d orgasmed into the women that he’d shagged, but to be in this state for so long was driving him insane. He HAD to cum. Just the lightest touching of his dick would give him the release he desperately needed.

But of course it never happened. He was being turned into a drooling slut by a piece of machinery. All he could do was moan in pleasure and pain as his full balls swayed heavily with the weight attached to them in time to the dildo penetrating him.

Eventually he dimly became aware that the dildo had retreated and not returned. His mind began to clear slightly, and he began to notice how hard he was breathing through his nose, his nostrils flaring with each intake of breath around his septum ring; that his entire body was covered in sweat that was beginning to cool; the drool leaking from around the ball gag; and what felt that a thick stream of pre-cum oozing from his cock.

His breathing was returning to something like normal when he heard the machine behind him making noises. Unable to turn his head, he strained his ears trying to work out what was happening. Maybe his ordeal was over. Perhaps he could go back to his cell with his hands left unlocked this time. Maybe he would finally be allowed to touch his dick and empty his nuts.

He didn’t believe it though, and he was right. Running on automatic timers, the PC had moved the piston back on its track. It lowered the dildo back in to its place on the rack, released it, then hovered over a wider dildo. The piston lowered onto it, attached itself, and rose. Lube squirted from thin nozzles connected to the piston, coating the dildo evenly with the specially formulated lube that guaranteed the ‘virgin-like’ tightness of its victim’s ring. The PC then commanded the piston to move along the track until the new dildo was just slightly in front of Joe’s arse.

And the whole process was repeated. Joe shuddered as the wider dildo started hammering at his abused ring. A few minutes later and Joe was again a bucking, lust-crazed animal, all thoughts and self-awareness fading.

The dildo had been replaced five times by the time Joe resurfaced from his daze. He didn’t dare hope that it wouldn’t start again as it had so many times before. But after several minutes had passed the machine had still not resumed.

His breathing had returned to normal when One Nut appeared in front of him. Had Joe not been consumed with the need to cum he would have been embarrassed by his predicament being witnessed by someone else. But all that flashed through his mind was that here might be an ally. A really strange and nightmarish one, but one who had hands that were free, albeit permanently sealed in thick rubber.

Joe looked pleadingly at the boy, hoping that his eyes and streaming dick would make his intentions clear. His mind filled with anticipation as One Nut bent down and unbuckled Joe’s drool-covered ball gag.

“Thanks, thanks!” gasped Joe hoarsely when he was able. “Let me out, please!”

One Nut shook his head slowly, his distant eyes conveying sympathy.

“For fuck sake let me out of this thing!” Joe half shouted, half cried.

Again One Nut just shook his head.

Joe would’ve hung his head in bitter disappointment, but the cage held it rigidly forward.

“Then release one hand, c’mon, please, just one hand!” Joe panted.

One Nut shook his head yet again.

Joe let out a deep, hoarse yell of anger and frustration. What he was about to ask for, beg for, he never would have thought of before entering this mad house. But he had to cum.

Screwing his eyes tightly closed in shame, he shouted angrily, “Touch my dick. Stroke it! Please, I have to cum. I have to cum…” His voice trailed off in great heaving sobs.

When he at last managed to control himself enough to open his eyes, it was to One Nut shaking his head. There was to be no release, sexual or otherwise.

“Then what the fuck are you here for then?!” snarled Joe. “Come to see the freak show?”

One Nut lifted the familiar feeding bowl to Joe’s eyes, a spoon in his other rubber hand.

Trying to control his anger, Joe managed to nod his head in resignation as much as the steel would allow. One Nut scooped the mush into Joe’s mouth, who swallowed painfully against his collar. When he’d finished the contents of the bowl and the bottle of water that followed it, One Nut lifted a bucket to Joe’s eyes, then headed for his rear. With a bitter “fuck” Joe got the message, and started squeezing his abused arse. He could hear the damp thumps as his shit hit the bucket. When he’d finished One Nut returned, and with his eyes glanced meaningfully down at Joe’s cock.

Joe felt a little hope rise within him; in his aroused state the sucking of the boy’s hose might be enough to make him cum, but it was short-lived. One Nut unscrewed his hose, but this time added a wide black funnel to the end, and held it below Joe’s red, tortured dick. It was hard trying to piss with his dick stretched out painfully and engorged, but with a mild burning sensation a stream of piss, much thicker than usual, fell in to the funnel and was sucked greedily away.

Joe thought that this would be the end of his ‘servicing’, but apparently he was to be rewarded as One Nut placed a cigarette between Joe’s lips, and delicately lit it. Joe sucked so hard at it that nearly half of it disappeared in one go. He filled his lungs with the smoke, savouring it, and let it stream slowly out of his nose before taking another drag.

All too soon it was down to the filter, and after One Nut had removed the remains from his lips and moved away it revealed the unwelcome sight of Leather-clad leering down at him, ball gag in hand. Before Joe could start hurling abuse at him he had it filling Joe’s mouth again.

“Enjoy your break?” he asked mockingly. “I’m sure you’re anxious to resume your training though. Your arse must be feeling empty by now!”

He left momentarily, returning with a large lump of rubber. With horror Joe realised that it was shaped like a life-sized bunched fist and arm.

“This is what you’re working towards boy!” Leather-clad smiled. “Once you can take this, and you will after a few hours work with the Doc’s machine, you’ll have graduated your first training!”

Laughing nastily, ignoring the muffled curses coming from Joe, Leather-clad replaced the fist in the rack, and hit the ‘Go’ button on the PC. Whirring in to life, the PC selected a dildo several down the rack from the fist, and resumed the relentless torture of Joe.