Cum Control 2 ============= By TopLegal WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or you are not of legal age, do not read it. Any resemblance of characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental. (c) 2001, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via Usenet and the Web provided that the following two conditions are met: there is no cost to access this story, e.g. AdultCheck, pay site, etc., and the story is posted in full without modifications. Tom Smith --------- Tom had followed me home from the bars. Always a dangerous proposition. I looked like a normal thirty-something guy. Most guys always thought they recognized me from something. The usual line from the twinks in west hollywood went something like, "aren't you the guy from that show [insert TV show here]". I would generally smile and avoid the question with one of my own, "What are you looking for?" A handsome barely legal twink was my most recent prey. Unlike some of my tricks who I would kidnap off the street, the blond haired, blue-eyed aryan looking boy had followed me home quite willingly. The predicament he found himself in though was quite a bit different than what he had bargained for. Torture Wall ------------ From my side of the wall, a large circumcised cock, and balls, protruded from a hole and nothing else. The otherwise smooth wall surface gave no evidence of the odd restraining bench on the other side. To my right a video screens revealed different shots of the young aryan boy's restrained body on the other side of the wall. One camera captured Tom's face, another his back side, still others were capable of being panned and zoomed. Tom was still unconscious and I decided to use the time to prepare. Cum Dungeon ----------- I have a quite elaborate three room cum dungeon in my house. Tom was in a small room which primarily consisted of a restraining bench designed to hold a man in position so that his entire body was trapped against a padded partition while his cock was in a completely different room. Exposed for my torture pleasure. Tom's cock and balls were in my torture room as I like to call it. The room includes my table along with several unique pieces of cum torture equipment which I frequently inflict on strangers I find in the bars and streets. A small bookcase contains a large cum collection extracted from dozens of John Does. The third room was an observation area which connects the two rooms and looks out on both through one-way mirrors. On the video screen, I noticed Tom beginning to stir. Trapped ------- The first few moments were always my favorite, especially when a man awoke to realize he was trapped and that his cock and balls were out of his control. Tom started struggling but the restraints kept Tom's muscular smooth, twink body firmly against the padded wall. His head tried to turn, but the head harness kept his face firmly forward and close to the wall. Time to make sure my "guest" understood where his cock and balls were. I picked a feather up off a surgical tray to my right and touched the feather's tip to the slit of the boy's cockhead. Like a bolt of electricity Tom tried to jump from the padded wall without success. He was awake now and quite aware that his cock and balls were at someones--my--disposal. I worked the feather around Tom's cockhead and despite his panicked, and futile, attempts to escape from my dungeon--all of which were being captured on video from multiple angles and shown to me--he quickly became soundly erect. I checked my watch and it was almost five o'clock in the morning. I had already established that Tom, like all of the man-boys I borrow for my torture sessions, had nobody expecting him. I decided to save my full enjoyment of him till later and slid two condoms on his erect cockshaft and then walked away from the wall. I headed to the observation room and watched him struggle both through the mirror and on the extra video monitors in the observation room. I decided to get some sleep and turned on some nature music into the padded room where Tom was trapped and decided to let him struggle until he passed out. Mid-day ------- By noon, I rolled out of bed. I looked out the windows of my beverly hills home and took in the view. Gorgeous. I headed back to my dungeon Tom was asleep but the condoms had filled with some piss over night. I removed the condom gently and then started in with the feather again. In no time he was wide awake like a bolt and struggling again, but less intensely, undoubtedly tired out from his vain struggles. I picked a largish vibrating buttplug from the surgical cart and headed into the padded room. I inserted the buttplug into Tom's ass and turned it on. Back into the torture chamber his cock had become erect. I picked up an electroshock wand and applied a liberal dose of electrical shock to the precum trickling from his piss slit. The disembodied scream over the video was terrific. I allowed the relentless vibrations of the buttplug to work the beautiful aryan man's cock into a rigid frenzy and then applied violent electrical shock after shock to prevent orgasm. By six o'clock, I decided to keep Tom another few nights. Sleep ----- In the padded room, I removed the vibrating butt plug and with Tom still restrained, I offered some Gatorade via a plastic tube. At first he refused and then I shoved the tube into his mouth and released some of the liquid. Thirsty from a day of intense cum denial torture, he relented and drank. I released his head then and forced a cloth sack over his head. Each hand was then freed individually from the wall and then into a handcuff. Restrained, he wobbled on his legs from exhaustion and I carried him into the main torture room. I strapped Tom to the table and admired his nubile, smooth aryan body. I slid an enema tube into his ass and filled his hole with a mixture of mild soap and warm water. I then left the tube--and water--in his ass for about thirty minutes before allowing Tom to expel it into a waiting tub. Still hooded and restrained, he begged for me to let him go promising, "I won't call the police." I laughed. I left the room leaving a condom on his dick to collect any overnight urine. Monday Morning -------------- I checked my stocks monday morning and called my agent. She promised me that I would get work soon. Whatever. Downstairs, Tom was asleep. The condom was empty and his body was covered with a thin layer of perspiration. I was torn, should I put him back in the padded room, enjoy torturing him here like my John Doe collection with automated denial and then a milker, or something else? I decided to rape him. Forced Sex ---------- As I lifted the stirrups of the surgical table, my pretty aryan victim began to wake. "Please he begged, let me go." I slid a condom on and without applying any lube rammed my hard cock into the stud's hot fuckhole. Through the cloth hood he cried out in pain. "Stop." "Please." "STOP" I rammed my cock harder forcing myself onto him with no regard for his needs. I savored the moment as my orgasm reached a crescendo over his screams for mercy. Forced Cum Extraction --------------------- I quickly withdrew my cock and transferred my cum from the condom into a collection jar marked "John Doe LI". I attached the collection jar to my milking machine and slid the milking machine's irresistable mouth. I slid the nozzle over Tom's cock and flicked the machine on with the floor switch and left Tom alone for the next four or five hours as the machine did its work. Returned -------- I dropped Tom off at his house Wednesday morning. Showered and still quite drugged he would be unlikely to remember anything except some soreness in his fuckhole and cockhead from the forced rape and cum extraction. Write the Author ---------------- These stories are e-mail'ware, show your appreciation by dropping some feedback to the author at toplegal@yahoo.com. $$