Breakdown Motel Part 2 (Gay BDSM Erotica) by Ty Marton Read Free Book Online

his breath. Cold sweat was already
covering his body, and Dwayne’s words were ringing in his ear:
“ …you ain’t coming out of that room until you’ve been broken
down into what the boss wants you to be…”
    How long was that supposed to take?
And if they wanted to break him down into a slave, they already had
him right where they wanted him as their restrained captive. They
were already free to do whatever they wanted to him – torture him,
rape him, kill him, even. What more did they want?
    The white block letters reappeared on the
screen, same as before. I AM A SLAVE . Jeff tensed, his body
anticipating what he knew was likely coming next… A few seconds
passed…
    The letters turned red.
    Then, complete and utter agony.
    The studs in Gus’ “corncob of doom” expanded
out from the base, sparking to life with sizzling electricity. If
Jeff thought the pain in his testicles was excruciating, it was
nothing compared to this. Each pointed stud poked directly into his
anal lining, painfully stretching him apart from the inside out. It
felt like getting fucked by a porcupine, and that wasn’t even
counting the fact that each spike was electrified. He shook
violently and uncontrollably in his seat, his jaw locked and teeth
bared, drool dripping down the chin of his bright red face, every
vein in his neck and shoulders bulging out, his body strained
beyond belief. He wanted to scream, but couldn’t – instead, all
that came out of his mouth was a muffled gurgle from the back of
his throat that quickly grew into a sort of pained, animalistic
groan. When Dwayne had warned he was about to be “broken down,” he
hadn’t been kidding.
    Finally, the letters disappeared from the
screen, and the studs retracted into the base. The pain was over,
but the damage was done. Jeff was exhausted and defeated – for all
he knew, he’d be locked in this room all night. He’d never known
such despair.
    He thought back to Danny, strapped down to
the table and fucked by a dildo just like this one – maybe the
exact same one, for all Jeff knew. Danny had never reacted, never
screamed, never begged for it to stop. Jeff couldn’t fathom how
much pain and inhumanity someone would have to endure in order to
be able to withstand something like that. “Broken down” didn’t even
begin to describe it.
    He stopped himself from dwelling on it,
though, his attention returning to the moment. There had to be more
to his current situation, something that he was missing. The
television, the words… it didn’t make any sense. If they’d wanted
to torture him, why not just torture him? Why all of the
theatrics?
    That’s when he remembered the headset. The
microphone... The words – they didn’t say “YOU ARE A SLAVE,” they
said “ I AM A SLAVE .”
    “It’s me...” he said to himself. “I’m
supposed to say it…”
    A few seconds later, the words returned.
Jeff was ready.
    “I am a slave,” he said. A few seconds
passed. His body began to tense again, bracing for another round of
pain…
    The words turned green, then disappeared
from the screen. The electricity he was bracing himself to endure
never came. Relieved, he let out a long slow exhale, grateful to be
spared another round of shocks. But still, he knew it couldn’t be
that simple… could it?
    Again, text appeared on the screen. Again,
it read, “I AM A SLAVE.”
    “I am a slave,” Jeff said. The words
flickered, fading from white to a faint green as Jeff spoke.
Instantly, he realized what he was looking at: a real-time
indication of the volume of his voice. The louder he spoke, the
brighter the green became.
    The text changed to red. Clearly, faint
green wasn’t good enough. The punishment, of course, was more
pain.
    In an instant, Jeff threw his head back, his
face contorted and twisted as he strained against his bonds and
struggled to bear the searing electricity flowing both into his
testicles and into his ass. The surge lasted longer than the last
one,