“One Night in Prague”

By

Jotto

Chapter Three

After a couple of hours of electrically provoked orgasms, and the lingering effects of recreational drugs, Stephan’s metabolism was revved up to full power which helped his body to further purge the 4:19 from his system. Stephan knew if he didn’t escape, an endless series of orgasms could dehydrate him to death. And even if he managed to survive that, a world of torture and raping was in his future even if he knew if he could get use to it. God, how he did love to get tied up and get his ass railed by a strong cock, especially when it was in the construct of roleplaying. But being hacked up and fed to other humans was a concept that was just too bizarre for him to lay down and accept. And since Stephan was a free spirit down to the core, what bother him more than anything else was being confined and put into the service of others without any type of compensation. Yeah, he turned a trick or two in his college days, but only to see what it was like and to pay a few bills.

Finally enough of the drug had worn off to where he could conjure up enough of his will that was reemerging from the fog of narcotics and contorted his very flexible body further back than the tight ropes already had him. With every breath, and with every orgasm, his body bent further and further back until there was enough slack in the ropes for him to untwist the knotted loops of braided hemp. And like a Vegas escape artist, he raised his freed hands victoriously into the air with instinctive flourish.

Stephan whispered, “Ta-da, you other fuckers.”

Stephan quickly untied his ankles while keeping an eye on the surveillance camera that was focused on him worried that they would see him freeing himself and rush in before he could make good on his escape. But what he didn’t know, and fortunately for him, was that the cameras were less about surveillance and more about documentation so that the evil people who ran this den of torment could reminisce about their past dastardly deeds.

Assuming he had to be quick, Stephan left the worst part for last, pulling that fucking tube out of his dick. Even though he ripped off the electrodes, his cock was still pumping out sperm. He took a deep breath and pulled on the tube that had been shoved down his cock. He pulled slowly at first, but quickly realized it didn’t hurt to pull on it. As a matter of fact, he found somewhat…stimulating. But this wasn’t a time to explore new sensations and just pulled it out faster and faster until it flopped out with a gush of his semen.

Tossing the heinous device aside, he got up and kicked over the water jug that was collecting his semen and watched the considerable amount of content go down the drain in the middle of the floor. He smiled with glee that he had thwarted his captors efforts to collect his sperm and ruined whatever plans they had for his effluence. He was also amazed at just how much sperm he could produce without his nuts drying out. Ah, the eternal fountain of youth, just one of the benefits of being so young and virile.

Stephan cautiously walked up to the door and opened it slowly and looked down the long hall of doors for any signs of movement. He slid up against the doorframe and looked further down the hall just in time to see a nefarious looking dude go into another room down the hall. Stephan could hear the poor victim locked up inside start to cry and plea for mercy in a foreign language. The sound of desperation and suffering is universal and Stephan knew what he heard.

He wanted to help that anonymous victim but knew the best thing he could do would be to escape and come back with well armed police. And even though he had taken self defense classes, he realized he was still to weak from the drug and the countless orgasms. Plus having such a large boner was actually an extreme disadvantage in a hand to hand combat.

Stephan could see the drops of his precum that fell from his cock when he was carried in earlier glistening on the floor indicating the way back to where he was brought in, back to where the leaders of this hell hole would be gathered. So Stephan knew he had to try to find an exit in the opposite direction. With one more scan of the hallway, he took a deep breath, and with the head of his cock at least twelve inches ahead of him, he started to scamper up the hall and hopefully to freedom. Through the darkness, he could see a door at the far end of the hall. Above it was a dead exit sign. Was it too good to be true? Could freedom be at hand? With the thrill of escaping and the fear of being caught, the door seemed so far away. And just when the exit seemed so tantalizing close, a door between him and the exit opened up. Stephan quietly skidded to a stop and looked for somewhere to hide, but there were only closed doors all around him. Just as a nefarious dude was walking out into the hall, a desperate Stephan gambled and just lunged at the door that happened to be next to him. He opened it and swiftly went inside not knowing what he was walking into. As Stephan quietly closed the door, he realized he wasn’t alone in the room. A beautiful and muscular man of African heritage was shackled to a table. Stephan’s first thought was how could people be so cruel to a creature as beautiful as this.

Even though they had never seen each other before, they immediately recognized each other as kindred spirits and suffering souls. Both of them were naked and afraid, their faces had the same tormented expressions. Stephan hid in the shadow and put his finger to his lips and shushed to the other helpless man in the room as the figure in the hall walked past the door. When the footsteps faded away, Stephan opened the door a crack and thought about making a run for the exit door that was so close. Then the gorgeous black man shackled to the table started to plea with Stephan in a foreign language to set him free. Stephan struggled with the dilemma of making a run for it while he had the chance or helping this poor soul he had never seen before. He looked up and saw the surveillance camera in this room was obviously broken.

Almost crying, the shackled hunk pleaded “Aiutami per favore. Non lasciarmi qui.”

Stephan often had fantasies of being tied down and raped. Or, fantasized of having some gorgeous hunk overwhelmed by him and put at his beck and call. And there he was, a gorgeous man made helpless through the use of leather and chains. But, here’s the funny thing, when fantasies become real, they can loose their allure. The reality of it all set in and the compassionate side of Stephan rose to the occasion. He shut the door and ran to the side hapless hunk and cradle his face in his hands.

Stephan urged him in a whisper, “Quiet, quiet, they’ll hear you.”

“Aiutami, aiutami.” The man quietly pleaded.

Stephan was puzzled, “I don’t what you’re saying. Do you speak English, English?”

The man shook his head, “No, Italiano.”

His deep voice resonated with Stephan’s libido and momentarily distracted him, “Oo, an Italian black man? How hot is that? Um, I mean… Parles-tu Français?”

The black Italian desperately nodded no.

Hoping French and Italian were similar enough, Stephan put his hand to his chest and introduced himself, “Ah, mon nom est…Stephan… Ste-phan.”

The black Italian understood any way and sighed, “Marco, mi chiamo, Marco.”

Even as desperate as Stephan was to escape, he was instantly enamored with Marco. And Marco, being a virile man himself and also capable of being easily distracted by beauty, couldn’t help noticing his knight in shinning armor looked good without his armor and wielded a mighty sword of flesh. Both were distracted with the other enough not to notice the sound of a heavy set man walking up to the door. Only when the doorknob started to turn did Stephan and Marco take notice of the impending doom. As the door opened, and with nowhere else to go, Stephan dove under the table that Marco was shackled to. The dark shadows and poor lighting did a lot to conceal Stephan’s presence. Also, the leather hood the man was wearing did obscure his peripheral field of vision.

And oh, he was a big man indeed, both physically and financially. He was a big time investment broker from Chicago and came a long way and paid a lot of money to torment beautiful young men, and Marco had quickly became a favorite of his. Scantly clad in his favorite leathers, this barrel-gut bear of a man was a most intimidating sight to behold.

Two weeks ago Marco had come to this land to take part in a natural bodybuilding competition, but was intercepted on his way as was the Norwegian who we earlier saw about to be slaughtered. Over the past two weeks of his captivity, Marco had become a favorite of the nefarious patrons that supported this den of evil doings. And this big and powerful investment broker from Chicago loved to rape and torture big muscular men. And Marco’s muscles were big and powerful and tightly wrapped in a skin of chocolate velvet. Oh, and how “Chicago” loved to make tears roll down Marco’s gorgeous face. Why, you ask? As big and powerful as Chicago was at work, there was some new upstart that was constantly showing him up with his ambition and his talent. And his younger coworker bore a resemblance to Marco who was now taking the brunt of Chicago’s frustrations.

Chicago gazed upon the black beauty chained to the table made of rough hewn railroad ties. Marco was all too familiar with this killer bear of a man, and to the delight of his tormentor, his muscle tensed up as he prepare to go another round with him. Stephan could only see Chicago from the waist down, and even just that lower half of him outweighed the movie twunk from Hollywood, West Hollywood to be exact. Plus, Stephan found that Chicago’s leather boots and cod piece made him just too imposing a presence for him to think about doing battle with. So Stephan wisely decided to keep quiet as he kneeled under the far side of the table.

Chicago had in his hands on a power supply unit, and hardwired into that was a heavily textured polished metal dildo that he held in his other hand. He set down the heavy power control on the table with a foreboding thud. The sound startled both Marco and Stephan. Chicago plugged it into a jury-rigged outlet that was haphazardly mounted to the wall and connected another cable to the metal table. He turned on the power and tested the active circuit by lowering the metallic dildo onto one of the terminals of the power supply. Electricity arced as sparks exploded and flew onto Marco who recoiled in shock and horror.

The young bodybuilder from Italy understood very well what was about to happen and that there was only one orifice on his body that that was meant for. This was surely going to be the worst ordeal of his life.

Marco knew his pleas were in vain, but he couldn’t help to try anyway, “Per favore no, ti prego, ti prego.”

Chicago actually understood a little Italian due to his many trips to that lovely nation that once was the heart of a mighty empire. Marco’s begging just excited Chicago even more. Stephan didn’t know the language at all, but knew in his aching heart Marco’s desperation and what he was begging for.

Chicago dabbed the electrified dildo onto Marco’s stomach, you know, to cruelly tease him with a preview of what’s to come. Marco knew that this bear of a man standing over him derived pleasure from his pain, so he tried not to scream, but it was too intense. Marco was able to suppress his scream but couldn’t help to let out a short but very audible gasp that was almost a scream.

Under the table, Stephan could see the chains tighten as Marco’s legs flinch from the shock. Stephan dared to reach out to Marco’s leg that was on the far side of the table from Chicago and gave him a reassuring grasp to let him know he was there. Unfortunately, the kind gesture would do little to ease Marco’s suffering.

Then Chicago did something that truly fucked with Marco’s mind, he sucked on his own dildo. While he did this to lubricate it, it was more so to appreciate the pain he was going to inflict on his prey. It made Chicago feel alive as he electrocuted himself. His muffled screams were more like someone enjoying a delicious meal. As he pulled the saliva coated dildo from his mouth, Chicago gasp with exaltation. Marco was most bewildered and horrified and hoped for a moment that this was something that he was just going to do to himself while he watched. But no, Marco was destined to be more than just a witness to his depravity.

Chicago smiled down at Marco, “Em, you sweet young thing, this is going to be real fun.”

Marco’s hopes of a relatively painless evening were dashed as he saw the dildo being lower between his legs. Marco held his breath as he braced himself for the worse.