10 comments/ 57165 views/ 28 favorites Untitled Diary Ch. 01 By: phattie "Dear Diary..." I guess that's how you're supposed to start these. My life has changed recently and I feel compelled to document why. This change stems from an experience I was forced to live out. It is an experience that is troubling; one that most would find highly disturbing, vulgar, disgusting. Yet I no longer feel repulsed by it, and perhaps even pleased it happened. Due to the nature of it though, I have been forced to write this anonymously. No minors should be allowed to read this! As a disclaimer: I will attempt to remember conversations and write them out in a way that is most readable. But I can't guarantee exact accuracy on the things that happened, as it has been over a year ago now. Lastly, I will skip the mundane. During this ordeal there were many uninteresting moments, and you can assume I ate, slept and relieved myself like anyone else. There is not much you need to know about me for this experience to be properly relayed, other than I have always been a very ambitious person and was very successful financially at a young age. Otherwise, I have the usual problems any other person might have. Some might call me socially awkward, though in a few cases my good looks have made up for it. Unfortunately the latter is in large part due to my own vanity. This story starts at a bus stop. Anyone who has worked their way up to the social elite will tell you, they got there with frugality. In my case, I was not use to taking the bus, but had good reason to try it. There was a bus stop not far from the gated community where I lived, and my car was in the shop due to a minor accident. It was mid-winter, the roads were slick... Still, I make no excuse for my foolish driving. I arrived early to the bus stop; around 6:30. I intended to get into work before anyone else in order to review a report put together by the management team. I was part owner of a successful business consulting firm, and at 34, was looking for a very early retirement. The report waiting for me at my desk would help determine who would take over my responsibilities, and also give me a better idea about the direction the company was heading. Hopefully I could use it to show justification for my departure to my business partner, who also happened to be my ex-wife. We had ended our marriage amicably enough, and for a while things were going fine at work, but now she was becoming increasingly more difficult to work with. I must have been waiting at the bus stop for about 10 minutes, when a black van pulled up to where I was standing. It was still dark out, so it took me off guard. Besides, I had been reading the news on my smartphone to keep my mind off the bitter cold, and I wasn't paying attention. "Excuse me sir, can you help me with some directions?" the driver asked, rolling down the passenger side window-- a slight chuckle in her voice when she saw me jump from being startled. "Maybe. I'm terrible at giving directions, but my phone might help," I replied, trying to seem helpful. The van shook a little, and when the driver detected that I had noticed the movement, she looked back and spoke something in Spanish. Shortly thereafter, the van's back doors opened, and 2 men came out from it. I couldn't see them well; they were dressed in black and must have had something covering their heads. The situation took me a while to comprehend, and by the time I realized the men were trouble, all I had time to do was swing wildly at them. The swing caused me to lose balance on the icy sidewalk and I fell hard on my back. My phone fell too, causing it to crack open when it hit the pavement. For a moment, I struggled with the men who were now on top of me. One of them was trying to knock me out by planting his fist on my jaw, while the other tried to hold me down. Finally, someone I hadn't noticed managed to get behind me. I knew immediately it was over. The strong smell of chemicals emanating from the rag now covering my face made my head spin. I tried not to inhale, but my heart had been pounding, and I needed the oxygen. That was all I could remember from that morning. The next thing I remember was waking up in a dark room. It had an overhead flickering light that buzzed loudly. The noise was particularly annoying with the pounding headache I had. My lip felt swollen, and I could taste my own blood. The room was bare, except for a table, and a camera fastened to the ceiling. I was tied up against a wall, and I was beginning to panic. What was happening? Undoubtedly this was too illegal to be a joke. My mind raced at who could possibly be behind this and why. I wanted to scream. The coward in me wanted more, and I had the urge to wet myself. But I needed to have some level of control over the situation, and managed to keep my composure. So I stared at the camera. Someone was at the other end of it. Maybe my intense stares would somehow scare my captors into surrendering and letting me go. It seemed to work, because after a moment, the large metallic door across the small room clicked open. A woman walked in. She was beautiful, and I admit it caused me to relax for a minute. Maybe she had made a mistake. But when she talked, I immediately remembered the voice-- she was the driver of the van. "So, Mr. Scowls has awakened?" "I'm sorry, do I know you? Who put you up to this? I'm in no mood for-" "Shut up!" she snapped back. She held up a device she was holding and placed it to my chest. I felt a sharp pain, like a thousand vibrating needles, that reached all the way down to my rib cage. She had electrocuted me with something, and it hurt like hell. "The less you talk, the less pain you'll receive." She told me, releasing the shock from my chest. Her face was emotionless, but her eyes told me she was serious. She motioned to someone who must have been waiting at the door. The person who entered caused me to gasp. She too was extremely beautiful, and between them, something didn't add up. I looked back at my captor, and for the first time I was beginning to really notice her. She was a blonde, and looked like she stepped out of a magazine. Her eyes were piercingly blue, and her lips pouting. She was wearing a white lab coat, but it was open, and the shirt and designer jeans under it were tight fitting. Clearly she was in amazing shape, though I could tell she was older, maybe in her 40s. And what appeared to be my captor's assistant was a brunette with green "come hither" eyes. She was wearing ridiculously revealing clothing that showed off her large breasts and long legs. She mustn't have been older than 25. "Did you bring all of the vials?" asked my captor to her assistant. "Yup", she replied, opening her hand to reveal 3 vials and a syringe. "Great. All you need to do is give him the accelerator for the first week, the other one should be administered every morning." I perked up from hearing this. Every morning? A week? Drugs? "What are you ..?!" I began, but without looking at me, my captor placed the device that had inflicted pain earlier up to my neck. Her threat was enough to stop me mid-sentence. I inhaled sharply. There was no way I was taking that thing to my throat. Now I was getting really angry. I didn't care how hot these women were, if this was a practical joke, someone just made my shit list. And if it was my ex trying to get back at me for my wandering eye, she had gone too far. I would see to it she would regret this dearly. Satisfied that I wasn't going to speak, my captor continued to talk to her assistant. "We'll want to give him the sedative first. I don't want him awake just yet" My captor took the vial and syringe from her assistant and showed her how to pull the liquid from the vial without getting air trapped in the syringe. I contemplated struggling, but the chains were too tight, and already my wrists were aching from the metal clasps. Part of me was still in denial too. This couldn't really be happening, could it? The blonde took the syringe and reached up to my arm. "Wait!" I gasped, as she swabbed my arm and quickly plunged the needle in, dispensing the drug. I slumped immediately, but wasn't out completely. It must not have been a strong enough dose. "See? It's that simple," said the blonde to her assistant. "Got it. Who is this guy anyway?" "Oh, just some poor guy we picked up off the street," the blonde chuckled. "We had to drive by a second time, because he looked a little too perfect for what we do here. Turns out I was right. We got his information from his wallet, and not only is he handsome, he's a successful entrepreneur too!" "Wow. And you're sure we can get away with this?" "Oh honey, I told you, by the end of this he'll see things OUR way. You're not having second thoughts are you?" "No way!" the assistant replied enthusiastically. "This is a dream job for me" The blonde smiled at her assistant's eagerness. "Good. The first few days can be a little strange, but if you're like me, you're gonna really like it." The blonde handed the syringe to her assistant and then instructed her to administer the remaining drugs so she could supervise that it was done properly. "Will this drug change his voice?" asked the assistant while she was administering one of the drugs. The blonde laughed before replying: "No. This will start a second puberty, but it will mostly only affect his dick ...And in a good way," completed the blonde with a smile. "The other drug will make his body think it needs to reproduce as if the human race depended on it. The two drugs combined lead to some very interesting results," the blonde continued, smiling even more. The blonde gave the assistant more details on the nature of the drugs and proper dosing, and then turned to leave. "Oh, I know it's your first day so maybe you didn't believe me, but tomorrow please don't dress so modestly. We want to make sure our men are well teased." I was still awake when the assistant finished her task and had left. My heart had kept me awake in its panicked state. I was certain now more than ever that I would be experimented on, if not tortured... and from the likes of it, perhaps sexually. My mind couldn't stop thinking of the drug in my veins, and how I wished I could try and suck the vile from my blood and escape undamaged. Was it too late? Did the drugs have permanent side effects? Was this really some freak chance that I was even put in this circumstance -- a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time? So many questions entered my now sluggish mind as the sedative worked deeper into my system. I was shortly asleep. * * * The next day I awoke unshackled, and highly aroused. The drugs must have taken their course, and I now wondered what my captors did to me while I was out. I was naked, except for an odd belt that strapped around my waist tightly. The belt featured a long tube and frame which engulfed my erect penis, preventing me from touching it, let alone inspecting it. Though I've always had a passion for physical fitness, and was not embarrassed to be seen naked, I was humiliated that I was sporting an erection and that someone had forced this ugly belt on me as if to mock my manhood. I fiddled with the belt, attempting to remove it; a pulse of fright waved through me as I tugged on it. The belt felt connected to me in some way, as if it was a part of me now... It seemed somehow fused with the nerves in my lower back, and I could feel a deep aching in my spine where the belt was fastened. I reached back to try and feel how the belt was connected, and if I had been operated on. To my relief, I felt nothing, save for perhaps a small tube underneath my skin. Even more curious now, I jumped up and tried to turn my head around far enough to see. The act was senseless, but I was desperate. Unable to see anything, I looked around the room for something to assist me, when I noticed another door. I hadn't noticed it yesterday because I was tied up against the wall the door was on. I entered the door and found a switch, a light buzzed on. I was in a crude bathroom. A rusted stainless steel toilet was in the corner, and an open shower was in the opposing corner. Next to it, a sink with a small, cracked mirror-- just what I needed! I hunched up on the sink as best as I could and looked back. I didn't notice anything. It looked like an extra wide leather belt, fastened normally in the back. There were no wounds, wires, or gadgets, and I started to wonder if my mind was making things up. I pushed hard on the belt again, intent on removing it, and I immediately felt the consequences. Pain ripped through my lower back, and I arched in anguish, causing me to lose balance on the sink and fall to the sticky ground below. "Motherfucker!" I yelled out. My curse caused another sharp pain in my back. "What the fu-", another sharp pain. My belt was sensitive to my voice and it was shocking me when I spoke. "Auugh!" I panted, the belt releasing more pain. I got up on all fours and arched my back up trying to shake off the sting, and I waited there a moment. "Those bitches have me collared like a wild dog!" I thought to myself, gritting my teeth. I was hunched in what I figured was urine, and so I didn't spend much more time on my hands and knees. I got up and turned on the water to the shower. It was cold, but the bar of soap looked fresh, so I got in. The cold shower had helped diffuse my erection only a little, and I was still feeling aroused. I tugged on the tube that was encasing my penis, feeling bolder now that I had showered and was fully awake. The tube was attached firmly to the belt, and looked to be locked on somehow. I wondered briefly if I could break the tube off, but worried about damaging my sensitive goods underneath it. I was sitting on the table, thinking about how I was going to get through this nightmare, when the door clicked open. The door opened slowly to reveal the brunette from the day before. Only now the brunette looked beyond stunning. She was wearing a black lacy see-though top that showed off her very large breasts seductively, and a skirt so short, the slightest movement reveled her sheer panties. She was drop dead beautiful. "Good morning! How are you?" asked the woman, in a cheery voice. What a ridiculous question. I started to laugh at the absurdity of the gesture. A pain only recently familiar to me now struck me in the back, and I fell to the floor. My laugh must have triggered a shock in my belt. The woman had a look of horror on her face before starting up again: "Oh right, I forgot you're not allowed to talk..." "Well, I just wanted to bring you something to eat. It looks like shit, but I am told it contains lots of protein!" She put the tray down, bending over at the waist so her breast could put on a show for me, her top straining to hold in the weight of her firm tits. It was nearly impossible not to look at her, but I needed to get a view of what laid beyond the door so I could start to plan an escape. Through the door I could see a hallway that looked bright, and clean. In fact, it looked like it was wallpapered with an expensive gold and red design. But I only managed a brisk look before my attention was returned fully to the brunette. She smiled at me and left the room. "She's far too happy to work here," I thought. "And far too sexy" She was right, the food looked like shit, and I wasn't about to eat it. It smelt like rotting oats and I was convinced it couldn't be good for me. For a while I sat and stared at it, contemplating what it meant that the room beyond my door looked upscale, in what I had previously thought was a dungeon. I decided to wait it out a little longer to see if I could collect more information about my surroundings before attempting an escape. Eventually, my appetite gave in, and I decided to taste the gruel the brunette delivered to me. It was bland despite the pungent odor, so I finished the bowl clean. The food was drugged, and I was right not to trust it. I must have passed out, and when I woke up, I was in shackles again. This time I was hanging from the ceiling next to the table. A gag had been tied to my mouth a little too tightly. I felt a cool breeze on my wet penis, and I realized the belt had been removed. I was relieved that the belt was removable, though I now felt more vulnerable in my nakedness. My captor, the blonde woman who started this all, was in the room with the brunette. The blonde was wearing her lab coat again and had brought with her a bag of tools which she and her assistant laid out on the table next to me. The brunette and the blonde were having a discussion. I tried to listen in, but was only able to make out that there were other assistants in this building. I also got the impression I wasn't the only one they were holding there. Their attention turned to me once they realized I was awake. "Look who's awake just in time for his preparations?" The blonde smirked, looking at me. I tried to move in my chains, and yelled, but I was too muffled and tied up to do any good. "Yes, you might as well start your squirming. I suspect your squirming will reach a different kind soon enough," she taunted. The blonde turned her attention to her assistant, and asked her to give me the last shot before giving her a measuring device. She then looked down at my penis, and I blushed as I realized my erection never really subsided from when I awoke with it this morning. The tip of my penis was dripping precum. "I can tell the drugs are really working. Let's see by how much." She then waited for the ruffler to finish the shot, took the odd measuring device from her, and put it around my balls. "My, already up to an inch increase. Those boys must be working overtime!" The blonde looked especially pleased with herself. By now the brunette had come around and was biting her lower lip and looking at my throbbing male member. I had to look down to see what was going on. My penis had always been an average size, perhaps with more girth than normal, though I was only estimating based on what I had read from Playboy as a teenager. But now as I looked down, I noticed a visual difference in the size of my penis... most notably my balls. They were definitely fuller. "Let's see what you can do," the blonde said to her assistant, grabbing my penis and standing up. The brunette positioned herself behind me and took my penis from the blonde, and slowly started to pump. I jerked in my chains from the sudden physical attention, and was stunned at what she was doing. "Don't forget to massage the goods" the blonde said, demonstrating by slightly tugging on my balls. The brunette took the hint and started to mead them softly with her other hand as she continued pumping. "You should also rub just the tip from time to time, like this." The blonde took over for a second to show how she wanted it done. I didn't know how much longer I could put up with this treatment; they had only started in for about a minute, and I could already begin to feel the building of an orgasm. In fact, the brunette had just taken back over when my penis started to twitch and I was almost to the point of no return. Sensing this, the brunette stopped. "Very good,: the blonde commented. "It is imperative that you stop before he comes." "If he has started to let loose, grasp the base of his cock tightly and don't let up." "Always wait for a few minutes before starting back up again." The two talked briefly about technique, and the brunette started her brutal handjob again. She stopped for the second time right before I could release my fluids. She repeated this process with the blonde watching. The brunette's touch became more and more exciting, and I reached the peak of pleasure quicker and quicker with each session. After the 5th handjob session, the brunette had only started the first stroke when it was too much-- I began to come. The brunette quickly grabbed the base of my shaft, and held tight in an attempt to stop it. But it didn't matter, my love juices were coming out whether it had her permission or not. After the 4th long spurt, the blonde took over and tried to stop me, but to no avail. I had all but drained myself when my penis held back and stopped spurting its heavy load. It was the longest orgasm of my life, and it was so intense, it hurt a little. I had noticed that some of the cum reached the wall, and was dripping its way down to join a stream of cum on the floor. I couldn't believe that was all mine. Untitled Diary Ch. 01 The blonde was noticeably upset, but attempted to stay calm. "So you know, this would immediately dock you some points, and if your points go too low, you'll be looking for a new job." "Since it is your first time, I'll go easy on you just this once." The blonde's tone eased, and she attempted to excuse her temper. "I'm more upset with myself. I would have liked to have caught some of that... for my research. Oh well, I suppose I should have realized he had reached his limit for the day." The blonde was staring at the cum on the floor, and continued her instructions. "Why don't you get him back in the mood, and start the session over again? Once he reaches the point where he can no longer be touched without orgasming, put him back in his belt, and you can leave." The brunette seemed to still be in a state of shock at what had just happened, if not embarrassed that she had made a mistake in front of her employer. She nodded her understanding to the blonde. The blonde turned to leave, but stopped at the door. "Actually, why don't you come and find me in room 14b. We have a specimen that recently graduated to phase 2, and the technique is different for him. I'd like to show you how that one is handled and get you started with that routine soon." The brunette waited for the door to close completely, and then walked back to me, locking her eyes on to mine. When she got close enough, she put her hand on my balls, holding them tightly and licked her lips with a slight grin. Then she leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "I'm not allowed to do this yet, but I won't tell, if you won't." Then, without breaking eye contact, she knelt on her knees, and with my balls still in her hand, she put her mouth around the tip of my half erect, and cum-drenched penis. She began to lick every inch of cum from it, and seemed to be in a trance doing it. But it wasn't long before her eyes drifted ever so slightly from mine to see the ceiling mounted camera. It was as if she suddenly realized she was in big trouble and jumped quickly to her feet. "On second thought, I think we should do this another way," she said, taking a few feet back from me, and slowly rolling up her black see through top to reveal her incredible boobs. I hadn't seen any this large in person before, and they were magnificent-- all natural, yet incredibly firm and more than a handful each. Her nipples accented them perfectly and were hard. The brunette started to move seductively, putting her hands on her tits, and massaging them. I couldn't take my eyes off her as she pushed her tits together and made her breasts jiggle. "Do you like them?" She asked with an open smile, lust in her eyes. She was shaking them back and forth now, and I watched as they swung from side to side. I was hard as a rock again, and she was pleased with how quickly she got me there. I was certain that she wouldn't hesitate to start back up on her relentless hand job, like she had done earlier, but instead she continued showing off. "Don't you wish you could lick these right now?" She took a boob and lifted it up to her lips and licked its nipple. After she finished licking the one in her hand, she picked up the other and licked it too, putting the whole tip of her nipple in and sucking. The scene was tantalizingly seductive. "Or are you a leg man?" She swung around and wiggled her toned ass at me, then bending over, she looked back at me. I was gawking at her beautiful legs. Her see-through panties were wet, and I could see the outline of her pussy. She must have felt how strongly I was eyeing her, because she soon moved her panties aside and rubbed her lips with her hand. "Look, I'm so wet for you" she breathed deeply, and slid a finger into her slit, her head now tilted back. She was moaning. The brunette was soon lost in herself and was finger fucking her cunt, still bent over at the waist so I could watch. Eventually she opened her eyes at the floor below her and saw she had been bending over a puddle of my cum. She turned her head back to me quickly, and smiled devilishly. Looking at me, she took a finger, and scraped some cum from the floor and brought it to her mouth: "Mmmm". She turned around to face me and sat right down in the puddle, getting her skirt and ass wet with my cum. She spread her legs wide, and began to scoop up the cum from the floor and massage it into her pussy. Before long she was masturbating in front of me and was lost again in her passion. Moments later her eyes rolled back and she bucked wildly as she orgasmed in front of me. Her pussy juices added to what was left of my cum on the floor. My penis felt like it was about to burst from arousal. I had never known a woman so seemingly insatiable, and it turned me on intensely. That or the drugs were greatly affecting my libido. "Did you enjoy that, hot stuff?" The brunette rhetorically asked, as I had been "mmm"ing at the show. She stood up and replaced her wet panties over her shaven, and now cum massaged pussy. "Not as much as I did. But I'm not done with you yet." She walked back around me and got into position. One hand went to my balls, and the other to my shaft. "Wow, you're already about to blow aren't you? I'd like that very much." "Cum for me baby," she taunted, as she started to pump my shaft. Soon I was feeling the tight tingling sensations and gasped out a moan. "Oooh, that's it baby, give it to me!" and she pumped faster. My balls tightened and I was jerking my body to her motions. Suddenly, she stopped her pumping motions and held firm. She shifted around from behind me so she could see my face. My eyes were closed, and my mouth was drooling in my gags. I looked down at her with slanted eyes. "On second thought..." She said, and bit her nail while giving me a wicked grin. "...Maybe not." She took her other hand and released her grip from my penis. A spurt of precum flew, and my cock spasmed. I tried jerking my body in the air, my balls straining to push out their built up load. It was no use, and I moaned as my cock was forced to hold it in. "Oh, gawwwwwd," the brunette sneered, leaning over to get a good look at my cock. "Look at it throb!" My cock was bouncing up and down as the blood was bursting through it. I gagged out some muffled noises; I wanted her badly to finish me off properly. She looked up at me for a moment and giggled. She stood upright and ran her finger down my chest, "My, what an eager man you are". She walked closely and hugged me around the waist, and looked up in to my eyes, her chin now resting on my chest. She moved her hands down to my ass and grabbed it. "I think I like you," she grinned, her deep green eyes looking back and forth between mine. She hugged me closer by grabbing my ass firmer and bringing my hips to hers. My cock was now squeezed tightly against her stomach and mine. "mmm, I can feel your wet cock on my tummy." She started to gyrate, making her taut tummy, now slick with my precum, rub my penis. I pushed my head back in pleasure, breaking my eye contact with her. I was breathing heavy. I couldn't look back down at my tormenter. Her gaze was too taunting, and I had to close my eyes tightly to deal with the rubbing her belly was giving my over-sensitive penis. She kept gyrating into my cock, and I was soon on the edge again. I tried thrusting into her quickly, but she stepped away. "Nuh uh!" she said when I finally opened my eyes and looked down at her. "No cheating." She eyed me up and down again. I was beginning to sweat. She stepped closer again, but stopped just at the tip of my straining penis. She reached down and grabbed my balls. "I bet you've got quite a load for me huh, stud?" She asked, teasingly. She started to pull on them. "I bet they can't hold out much longer". She started to massage them hard now, and it hurt a little. "They're sooo heavy" she continued. I was leaking like crazy, and cum started to drip on the palms of her hands. She gasped a smile, "oooh, look, your hot spunk isn't doing a good job of staying inside, is it?" She brought her hand up to her face and licked the cum on it. "God you taste good" she said, almost to herself, then brought her focus back to my balls. "They're not behaving are they?" She brought her hand back down to my balls and grabbed hard. I winced at the tight grip. "Bad cock!" she said, and she slapped the end of my cock with her other hand. A bit of my precum flew from the tip as it reacted to the slap. She let my cock swing back and forth before swatting it again. This time more precum spurted out and flew on to her legs. The amount of precum took her by surprise, and for a minute she thought I was coming. I almost did too; I was on the edge now, and she knew it. "I guess it likes the abuse" she said, shrugging and standing back. "Oh that's too bad." She tsked a few times, and was coming to terms with not being able to touch me any longer. "I guess we'll just have to put it back in its cage until it behaves" she said and she reached down and grabbed the belt and cock glove. She strapped it on delicately. Afterwards, she stood back and sighed. A serious look was on her face now. "Tomorrow I only get you part of the day, but maybe we can play a little longer then." The brunette started to reach up to unclasp my hands, but thought better of it. Instead, she put her finger to her lips to remind me to remain quiet-- with the belt now on, any noise I made would deliver a shock to my backside. I nodded, and she removed the gag from my mouth. She then grabbed my face and brought it to hers. She kissed me on the lips passionately, bringing in her tongue. I responded back with mine. I couldn't help it, I knew she was torturing me, but her beauty had its effects on me, and I felt like I had already developed a small crush on her. She broke the kiss off, and we stared briefly at each other. She then left without another word. A moment later, my clasps around my wrists clicked opened. I collapsed to the floor. I was exhausted, and couldn't get the brunette out of my mind. Her green eyes and wicked smile gave her away: she seemed to genuinely like me. Not to mention her body was in a state of arousal the whole time she treated me. I laid there thinking about her for a moment not knowing what else to do, and let my exhaustion take me back in to a slumber. *** I was still lying on the floor, having awoken from my nap a little while ago, when the door clicked open. I lazily looked over. A platinum blonde girl with short hair, parted so that a tuff of her hair was sticking out on both sides, poked her head through. "Hello handsome" she said. "Just bringing your dinner," and she slid the food across the floor and closed the door. I sat up quickly after the door closed. It was a girl I hadn't seen before, and it took me off guard. I wanted to get a better look at her, but she only looked in for a moment. Maybe she wanted me to eat the food because it was drugged again, and then she could tie me up and not worry about me jumping her. I was fine with the thought actually. I was lonely, and there was nothing to do in the cell but think, and try to ignore my throbbing cock. The sleeve my cock was sitting in was slimy now from all the precum my cock was producing with each throb. Why wouldn't my penis finally calm down? I was still thinking about my session with the brunette, but that was hours ago. I made my way over to the food. A styrofoam container, exactly like the "to-go" boxes cheap restaurants give you, was sitting a few feet from the door. I was greatly disappointed when I opened it and saw the same gritty slush that was for breakfast. No utensils. I was hungry, so I didn't care; I slurped it up and poured it down my throat until it was gone. Then I waited. But nothing happened. It wasn't drugged. I paced the floor; this type of solitude would drive me mad, especially in my constant state of arousal. Eventually I ended up playing with the styrofoam box, first drawing frowny faces in the surface with my fingernails, then scribbling "BASTARDS" on it, and holding it up to the camera for a while. Then I tore it up into little pieces and flung them around like it was snow. Finally, the door clicked open and my new favorite brunette walked in. "Hi Babe. I can't come in until you're tied up. Can you stand up against the wall for a moment-- right there where those clasps are?" I looked at her hesitantly for a moment. "Otherwise I'll have to leave you by yourself tonight. The girl who was supposed to attend to you is... hmm... tied up at the moment. So this will have to be really quick." I decided I preferred the brunette's company, and stood up against the wall where she instructed. The brunette directed me to hold my arms up, and when I was in the right position, the brunette look up at the camera and made a signal with her hands. The clasps around me clipped in, and the sound startled me. For a moment I felt foolish for letting myself be in such a vulnerable position. "Good boy," she smiled walking closer. "I am really happy you obeyed. I've been thinking about you since we met." The brunette had made her way over, and kissed me on the lips, our tongues entwined for a moment. While we kissed, I felt her remove the casing around my penis. She let it fall to the floor. Next I felt her hand roam freely all over my member, starting at my balls and working up the shaft to the head. She was feeling me up like a hungry teenager. I immediately tried to arch my back and started to breathe heavily. "I love the way your cock feels in my hands. I wish I could feel it all over... and inside me," she taunted, rubbing my cock playfully. She got on her tippy toes, and stared briefly into my eyes before kissing me again. I moaned into her mouth as her hand was now stroking me intently, but she continued to kiss. Soon I couldn't concentrate on kissing, and my mouth froze. I was going to orgasm all over her hands and body. Predictably, she let go of my cock, and stepped back. She smiled at it, as my cock was bucking angrily, wanting release. "Fuc-" I started to protest, but my belt, still connected to my back, triggered a shock. I gritted and squirmed in my chains; I didn't realize that the belt detached in parts. "Shh, you mustn't speak" the brunette was holding my head in her hands trying to get me to look at her. I could feel my chest heaving quickly under her as I fought to catch my breath. When my eyes finally caught hers, she smiled reassuringly. The brunette's hands roamed over my body for a moment, before she took both hands and massaged my penis. I noticed she did things her own way, and not the way the blonde instructed her- and I was just fine with that. When she touched me, it was like lightning shooting through my penis, hitting my heavy balls and causing my whole body to shiver. When she talked, it was like she had known me intimately for years, and her voice was enough to make my heart flutter. But the session with her was short like she warned. I was soon at the edge of pleasure, and the slightest breeze would set me off into orgasmic bliss. She kissed me one last time before leaving for the night. When I was released from the wall, I felt exhausted, and hornier than I thought possible. I imagined making love to the brunette in every conceivable fashion, as I laid in my bed. Hours passed, until I finally tried to sleep. * * * That night was brutal as I tossed and turned, my body still aching for relief, and the night passed painfully slow. I had just woken up from a raunchy dream and was humping the air, trying to get off on nothing, when the door opened. It was another girl I hadn't seen before, and I was a little disappointed. The brunette was still on my mind, and I was anxious to see her again. The new girl had dirty blonde hair that was pulled back. She was wearing a black leather corset that left her breasts exposed and lifted. A black "X" was taped over each nipple, covering them slightly. She was also wearing thigh-high boots that matched her corset nicely. She was wearing panties with the crotch purposely cut open to display her tightly trimmed pussy. Her clit had a piercing. I didn't find her as attractive as the brunette, but she reeked of sex appeal. The new girl's average-sized boobs bounced above her corset as she made her way over to me. I wasn't shackled, and for a moment, my eyes found the door thinking she had made a costly mistake. But it was as if she had read my mind: "Don't even think about doin' anything," she said in a southern accent, lifting up a device in her hand. The device had a dial on it, and a trigger. She clicked the trigger, and I felt a tinge up my spine emanating from the belt. It caused me to arc my back in startlement. She turned the dial on her device, and the tingling sensation in my back increased sharply with each notch. Soon I was in pain and cried out. She released the trigger. "I'm not the only one with one of these, neither." She motioned to the camera. I realized she meant I was being watched. I wondered by who, and what they were able to do to me remotely. "Stand up" she ordered. I did so, not wanting to get on her bad side. I then walked over to the table with her. Her other hand contained a rolled up cloth that she unraveled on the table. It contained the syringe and drugs they had been giving me. She then reached into her boot and pulled out a tiny key, which she used on my belt to unlock the device covering my penis. She carefully removed the penis shield off of me, leaving the belt firmly attached. My hardened cock slipped out of the sleeve with a slurch, it was completely glazed with precum. She looked hungrily at it and swallowed. "I can't wait until you enter phase two" she said. I had no clue what she was talking about, but I was certain she was crazy. "You're not done with your shots yet," she told me as she started to pull in some of the drug into the syringe. She filled the syringe up to the max, and I wondered if she was supposed to give me such a high dose. She grabbed my arm, and dispensed the drug, and pulled the needle out slowly. A bit of the drug came out with it, so she held my arm tight for a little bit to make sure the drug stayed in. "One more and you're set!" she said, and administered the next drug in the same fashion. Once she was done, she sat up on the table, and spread her legs wide, revealing her pussy completely to me. My penis lurched at the close view of her already swollen lips, and she teased me by pulling them gently back for a moment. She was wet, and I could smell her musk. I got closer, intent on fucking her brains out, but when I started to get into position, she snickered at me and ordered me to sit down in front of her. I sat between her spread legs on the table, not fully sitting as there wasn't enough room. She put her chin over my shoulder, and with one hand, she dug her nails into the top of my chest, and dragged them down across my chest and into my abs. They tensed at the sensation, and I could see 4 slight red streaks where her fingernails had slid over my skin. She slowly moved her hand down to my penis and grasped it tightly. I gasped as quietly as I could at her grasp; my penis was yearning for this. The girl kept her tight grip and moved her fist all the way up to the tip, my coated penis giving her ample lubrication. When she got to the head of my cock, she released her grip and put her thumb on the top of the head, and two fingers on the sensitive underside. She started to move her fingers in short circular motions. The tingling pleasure of her 3-finger massage on my cockhead started to intensify and spread from my cock out to my lower stomach, and eventually up the nape of my neck, causing my hair to stand up and my skin to shiver. My tormenter giggled quietly at my reaction. Her other hand was on the trigger of the device she used on me earlier, and she squeezed down on it. I arched my back in response to the pain it delivered, but she wrapped her arm around me and held me back in close. Untitled Diary Ch. 01 Then she continued. Her 3 fingers rolled in small circular motions over the head of my penis, deeply massaging the most sensitive part of my cock. I wiggled to get her to stop, but she would only hold me back tighter, and pull the trigger on her device, shocking me. My cock was weeping cum now, and she used it to her benefit to keep up her relentless massage. As she continued, she increased the intensity of her shock by turning the dial. The two sensations were unbearable, the pleasure combined with the pain put me in a near comatose state, and when my orgasm had built up, I almost didn't recognize it. But she did, and she relented immediately. I inhaled deeply trying to recover from the sensation, happy for the break. I couldn't seem to catch my breath and was inhaling too quickly. "Oh come now, it's not so bad is it?" she cooed. I ignored her. She was enjoying this, and I knew it because her pussy was getting so wet, I could feel her juices on my back. I leaned my ass back into her and tried to rub her pussy with my back, trying to also indicate to her I knew her secret. "Oh!" She panted slightly, "you want to play too?" She took one of my hands that I had clenched on the side of the table and brought them back to her and placed them over her pussy, then she helped me slide them back and forth over her slit. I groaned out in approval, happy that my hands got to finally get some of the action on the object of my lust. I eagerly rubbed her clit in circular motions, trying to imitate her. I relished in feeling her sex, and enjoyed her warmth on my fingers. She leaned back on the table, her head tilted back in pleasure. I wanted to turn around and ravish her properly, but I knew she would put an end to it if I tried. After a few seconds, she sighed and leaned back up on to me and held me tight. I didn't move my fingers from her, and she didn't complain. She grabbed my cock, and pumped it once before going back up to the head and using her fingers to massage it again. She didn't delay on releasing the shock this time, and I couldn't keep my hand on her clit anymore. I quickly took my hands and gripped down on the table. My teeth gritted shut as she worked her magic on me. I was completely tense again, and it wasn't long before my cock couldn't hold back any more. She stopped, and I panted for breath. The woman was really worked up now, and had moved her hand down to her pussy, massaging it aggressively. I wouldn't have it, and despite my labored breathing, I reached my hand back behind me and slapped hers away, then I took over for her. She leaned back again and let me rub her clit. This time I rubbed her with more pressure. She was moaning loudly, and I smiled as her breath became short like mine. After a few minutes, she sounded like she was about to cum, but instead she leaned up quickly, and grasped me tight. She pulled the trigger and upped the pain, and I was forced to grasp the table to keep my balance. She quickly started her massage on my penis again, this time moving faster. "Auuughh!" I yelled out, my belt might have shocked me from the sound, had she not already been setting it loose on me. "Fuuuucckk" I gasped, and was soon shaking from head to toe. She let go, and not a minute too soon, as I felt my cock pull back hard to release my raging orgasm. I jilted in front of her, and stifled a sob. My penis was on fire, aching for release, and she wasn't going to give it to me. The girl sat there behind me for a minute, perhaps taken back at how intense her own actions were, and she watched me as I tried to come down from the sensations I had experienced. I was getting madder with each deep breath I took, and soon I put my hands back behind me and started to rub her with a vengeful passion. I stuck as many fingers as I could into her opening from my angle, and clasped them inside her as my thumb worked deeply on her clit. She wrapped her legs tightly around me and leaned back, moaning loudly again. "Oh my god! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" her legs were bucking beside me, and I knew she was in the throes of her orgasm as a wave of pleasure pulsed through her. I kept my fingers in her and kept rubbing harder now than ever. She started to spurt--her juices gushing out on to the table and on to my back. She ripped my fingers away from her tunnel, no longer able to take my massage, and her body jerked violently behind me for a minute longer. Slowly she came down from her orgasm and sat back up. She was giggling quietly, and leaned forward to hold me. Her hands ran up and down my torso appreciatively, and she kissed the nape of my neck. We were both still panting. The blonde moved her legs out from around me, and stood up. Her crotch was wet from her squirting intensely from her orgasm, and her makeup was running slightly as sweat had started to build up on her. I hadn't moved from where she put me, and was still leaning up against the table, half sitting. I smiled at her new look, and she smiled back, picking up the cock sleeve. She knelt down and started to put it on me, while I reached out and grabbed one of her tits. She looked up quickly at me-- a look of disapproval on her face. She reached for the pain device in an attempt to stop me, but hesitated. I had raised my eyebrows and smiled innocently at her. She looked cautiously back at me, and let me squeeze her tit while she finished putting on the cock cover to my belt. After my penis was locked back up tightly, she gathered her things quickly and left without saying a word. I had to get my mind off of things, and a cold shower was exactly what I needed. I was in no hurry and took an extra long one, causing me to shiver uncontrollably by the time I got out. Still, my cock was unaffected and remained hard as steel. * * * I was greatly disappointed when I noticed breakfast had arrived while I was in the shower. I didn't get a chance to see the woman delivering it, and grumbled under my breath as I picked it up off the floor. It was the same old gruel as always. I ate it all, despite the large portions. I no longer cared whether it was drugged or not. Now that I knew someone could remotely shock me at any moment, I knew my plan to escape would have to wait for the right moment. On the other hand, I really liked the attention from the beautiful women, and my raging libido was keeping me preoccupied with sexual thoughts. Thoughts of escaping were beginning to fade from my mind a little. It was some time before the big metallic door clicked open again. I had torn squares out of the styrofoam box my breakfast came in, and was putting together a castle with them. It was all I could do in my boredom. I quickly turned around, excited to see who was at the door, when my heart sank in disapproval. It was my captor- the blonde, who always wore that damn lab jacket. I looked her up and down as she entered. She was built just as nicely as the other girls, I was sure of it. Why was she such a hard ass? "I realized we got off to a bad start, so I brought these in restitution". She placed down a stack of books and magazines, and glanced over at my styrofoam structure I had started to build, a look of bewilderment in her eyes. "I also wanted to tell you that soon we will let you talk, but only if you behave." "So far you have been good without constraints. We will continue to monitor you- should you try to harm one of us... but I think we can trust you for now." "The last girl told me you would need extra time to recover from her session with you, so I came to get measurements on your progress." She looked around the room; the floor had drops of precum, a large stream of my drying cum on the wall and floor, and a puddle of my last session's girl's juice. "My, I think we may need to clean this room soon, all this excitement is beginning to really show." After surveying the room, she leaned over and unlocking the penis cover from my belt. She lightly put her hand around my soaking penis, and the slight touch felt so good, my knees caved in a little. My penis immediately spurted a rope of semen, getting her coat wet. She tightened her grip on me, and this time she was successful at stopping me from drenching her thoroughly with an orgasm. I grumbled under my breath at her success. "That was a close call. I guess the last girl really did work you over!" She chuckled. "I better not measure you after all, but I can tell just from looking at you, you are taking the drugs well. Too well maybe." I swore I saw her lick her lips, but maybe my mind was imagining things now that it was in a hyper state of sexual arousal. She sighed and stood up. "You'll just have to read those books until you're relaxed enough for another session." She stood up, and looked at the cum on her jacket, but let it ooze down. "Isn't sperm fascinating?" She asked, though I wasn't sure who to as I knew my belt wouldn't let me answer her. She watched the cum make its way down her coat, reaching a pocket and starting to puddle there. "It's life essence in its most raw form. Seed of a man... Simply ..." I stood looking at the doctor, trying to figure out what she was talking about until she finally looked back up at me. She appeared to be a little embarrassed, and cleared her throat. "I hope you have grown to have a liking for the girls. I know they have for you." And with that, she left. It wasn't long after my captor left that I was reading through the books and magazines she left for me. They were all pornographic in nature, and they were not helping me cool from my sexual needs. If my penis could scream out in frustration, I would've been deaf by now. The magazines were filled with raunchy sex scenes and beautiful women. One of my favorite pictures was of two young women holding a cock up over a spent pussy and smiling, as cum was visibly shown on their chins and on the man's cock. "Lucky bastard" I thought, and tore out the page so I could look at it later. There were other hot images too, like a simi-close up of a woman squatting on to a dick that had cum running down it; a caption read: "fill her up!" I tore the ones out I liked the most and put a collage out on the table. The images were only getting me more excited and made me think of the possibilities. Maybe all this time there was an underground sex scene where women loved cocks, and men actually got to give it to them. I had never met a woman who cared for the male figure, and sex was only done to appease the man's whining. But these pictures showed a different view, and perhaps I had been missing out this whole time! My logical mind automatically tried to counter my excitement: pornography was seductive. It told an untrue story of sex- these images are fake, the women only posing. Yet, I ignored myself, and I fell deeper into the enticement from the material I was given. The magazines made me yearn for the women who were attending to me even more, and I was getting impatient to see them again. I was beginning to understand why my captor delivered the reading materials to me now; she was trying to keep me erect and ready, and I was too horny to not oblige her. I was beginning to feel out of control, but loving it. I took one of the torn out magazine pages of a close up of a cock and two women who were kissing both sides of it, and put a hole where the cock was. I then took my sheathed penis and stuck it through the hole and strutted over to the camera. I twirled the photo on my penis cover at the camera hoping whoever was watching would be amused and come out to play. But nobody came. Eventually I picked up one of the books "True stories of a nympho", and started to read it. It told of a "good conservative girl" who grew up in a staunch Christian household and was struggling with her virginity and contrasting sexual appetite. Eventually her Bishop was seduced by her struggles and they had a sexual affair. With her trusted Bishop contradicting her moral upbringing, the woman unleashed her sexuality and was soon engaged in sexual acts so wild, her life started to be defined by it. I got half way through the book, when the door swung open. It was the brunette again- the woman who had treated me the first day here- the woman I kept thinking about. My face must have shown excitement to see her, because she blushed when she came in. She dropped off some food and told me she would be doing a session with me later in the evening. Sometime after I had eaten, the door to my cell opened, and another girl came through it, one I hadn't seen. She was a blonde, her hair only reaching her shoulders. She was wearing bright pink bikini bottoms, and a t-shirt that only covered the tops of her ample boobs. She had freckles and a pierced belly button. I thought she was cute. She came in and greeted me by name. "My name is Lexie, and I have already heard a lot about you!" As she got closer, I could see she was a little dirty. Her tee was drenched enough that I could almost see her nipple underneath, and I wondered if it was water on her, or something else. I wanted her to take off her shirt so I could see her full breasts, because her underboob cleavage was driving me wild. Instead, she knelt down under me, and positioned her face under my cock. Then, reaching up, she released my penis from the belt. The casing dripped precum from my excitement with the other girls, and it landed in her open mouth. She let some of it drop down her chin, and swallowed the rest. She got up slowly, and purposely let my glazed dick hit her face, coating a portion of it. "Wow, I don't think I've ever met someone so excited to see me," she giggled. "I love your cum. Can you make more for me?" She grabbed my cock and tried to lead me to the table with it, but it was too slippery and she lost her grip. She laughed, and then motioned for me to come over to the table to her. Once I got there, she pushed me on the table, forcing me to sit slightly. She then tried to put on a show for me, and reached up under her shirt to squeeze her boobs, but still not letting me see her nipples. "Ah fuck it, I'm too horny to wait," she said, and pulled down her bikini bottoms, wiggling them down to the floor. I got a good look at her long slender legs and pussy as she walked over to me and was extremely excited at what I saw. She stood next to me and placed one foot on the table I was sitting on, stretching her long legs out and giving me a good view of her sex. My heart was pounding so hard, I thought I could hear it. She brought her hands down to her pussy and began to rub herself lewdly right in front of me. I watched intently, looking up now and again to see her smiling down at me and moaning softly; her boobs looked even more enticing at this angle. After a minute, she took my head and pulled it closer to her crotch. Her pussy had a trimmed short landing strip, and the carpet matched the drapes. Her lips were small but swollen in excitement, and she looked like she had a very tight pussy. She moaned, as she rubbed herself while I now watched, only inches away. She was sliding a finger in and out of her slit as I watched, gawking at the show. I wanted to eat her out right there, and tried moving closer, but she pulled back and kept me a few inches away from her. Realizing that she needed to start the session with me, she pushed me back away from her and grabbed my cock. It had been leaking the whole time, and it was pointless for her to even begin. "You're already ready to come aren't you?" She asked, and I nodded eagerly. She smiled, and pushed me back again so I was lying on the bench. She got up and straddled my face, keeping her pussy a few inches away from me again. I instinctively reached up to try and eat her out, but she slapped me away. "No no, I want you to watch. You don't deserve that yet." She proceeded to rub herself to climax, while I enjoyed the view. My penis twitched with each of her moans and by the end of the show, I had a puddle of precum on me. She got up, and rubbed her tits on my belly, soaking her shirt further with my cum, she was beginning to look like she needed a bath now, but it was obvious she liked feeling dirty like that. My penis had been so close to her tits soaking up my cum, that it almost fired away at her. Unfortunately for me, it hanged on the edge of an orgasm. She looked at me pitifully, and said "Wow, you're not handling this like the others. I better go tell the doc." She was careful to replace the penis covering on my belt so that I wouldn't touch myself while she was gone She came back a few minutes later with my captor in tow, as well as the brunette who promised she see me later. The two blondes looked good together I thought, and I wanted even more to see my captor undress. Apparently she was a doctor. I wasn't convinced even though she wore that stupid white jacket all the time. But I started to see her that way from then on: She was my death doctor, who was ordering women to seduce me until my own penis killed me out of frustration. I was really happy to see the brunette with them, but gathered she was there because she was next to work on me, and since she was new there, she needed to see what was going on and how to handle it properly. I wanted to know her name too, like I knew Lexie's, the short haired blonde woman, whose gorgeous pussy had tortured me only moments earlier. The three came over to me, and I instinctively leaned back on the table, where I had been sitting, waiting. My penis was removed from the belt again, and already, a large puddle of precum had formed under me, and had filled the belt. "See? It can't hold anymore!" Lexie said, pointing at my penis, which was throbbing at the three beautiful women. I stayed laying partially back, enjoying the stares. "He's going to have to start the second phase early," the doctor said. "Janice, can you get a room ready for him?" Aha, Janice was the brunette's name. The doctor gave it up easily. They weren't trying as hard to put on a mean operation anymore, and were letting their guard down. They were starting to trust me, and maybe they were right in doing so. "Lexie, go get a phase 2 belt," the doctor ordered. My penis seemed like it had a heartbeat of its own, and with each throb, a tiny bit of cum would seep out. It was fitting that it was only me and the "doctor" in the room now, because I felt like I needed some experienced attention. "Very unusual, none of the others had this problem," the doctor admitted, staring at my penis. I could tell she wanted to touch it, but she kept her distance. I looked down at it too. It had definitely changed since I had gotten there. My balls must have been twice their size now. When one of the girls in the last session tugged on them, her small hands couldn't contain them at all. My penis was a little red from the tightened skin on the shaft too. It was obvious now that it had grown an inch, maybe two. I didn't know, but it was bigger, and I was feeling like a porn star, with the balls of a horse! Lexie came back, still looking as dirty as ever with my cum on her cheek where she had let my penis hit her, and having not bothered to put her bottoms on. In her hand was a belt. It looked different than the one I was currently wearing. It was gray, and the device to cover my penis looked almost like a wire mesh. At least my dick wouldn't coat itself with cum between sessions since it was now airy enough, I thought. Lexie knelt next to the doctor and they both watched my penis throb and release a steady flow of precum. Finally Lexie spoke up and asked the doctor what she was going to do. "He's more than ripe. Most patients don't get this big, nor produce as much, after even a full week of dosing! But I'll probably keep him on the shots and see what happens. For science, of course". "Of course!" Lexie grinned. Untitled Diary Ch. 01 Together, they looked like two grown women playing a game of "Operation!" as they attempted to put on my new belt without touching me. They hooked the belt on, and then attached two diodes between my balls and anus. "Hopefully those do the trick. Tell Janice to give him some steroids to help in their development. I've got to get back to my office! Some potential customers are waiting for me!" The doctor left, and Lexie led me to the door. I stayed behind her to watch her toned ass flex as she walked. "Take one last good look around. You won't be seeing this room again." Lexie looked around the dirty room. "Oops, forgot your magazines!" She went over to a pile and picked up a stack of torn out photos from the magazines, and looked through them. "Ooh, I love this one!" She held up a picture of a very tanned brunette sipping a cocktail by the pool. There was a cock balls deep inside her, and the man behind her was squeezing her tits. Lexie flipped through the rest of the pictures. "Hot!" she said at a few of them as she walked back over to me. When she got to me, Lexie wrapped her arm around my neck and leaned into me. We looked into the room one last time. It didn't seem so creepy with a blonde wrapped around my neck. Still I was so happy to be out of there, and wondered where on earth she could possibly be taking me now.