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

which he realized had lasted longer than the first… The
punishments were intensifying…
    Finally, after almost thirty seconds of
nonstop agony, the electricity cut out. Jeff’s head fell forward,
sweat dripping off of his face. He’d been in here for only a few
minutes now, and he already felt completely drained. How much
longer until he simply passed out from exertion? But before he
could dwell on his woes for too long, the words returned to the
screen. Having learned his lesson the hard way, Jeff practically
shouted into the mic, “I am a slave!”
    The words turned bright green in response,
then disappeared. No electricity.
    It was actually a bit ingenious, Jeff
realized. They wanted to condition him not just to endure pain, but
also to respond to it, to learn from it, and to modify his behavior
accordingly. But as a fresh captive, they had to expect him to
resist, to fight back, to refuse to play along with their games, to
do whatever he could to spite them, even if it meant enduring
barbaric punishments. Here, however, in this stuffy little room,
there was no one for Jeff to disobey. Whatever small satisfaction
he might have felt by refusing to play by Mason’s rules didn’t
apply here. He either obeyed, or he suffered, and unlike before,
with Mason, there was no base incentive for insolence.
    The screen lit up again, but this time with
what appeared to be security footage. It was the room at the bottom
of those steel stairs – he recognized the large cabinet where he’d
hid. In the center of the room, two naked young men were bent over
the padded leather table, hands cuffed behind their backs, steel
collars around their necks. The first was a longish-haired sandy
blonde slave who looked to be in his early twenties or so. Behind
him, Jeff recognized Mason, eagerly thrusting into him, biting his
lip as he worked his cock in and out of the slave’s ass. And, to
Jeff’s confusion, he couldn’t help but think that this slave seemed
to be… enjoying himself…
    The slave beside him had his head turned
away from the camera, but with his short, clean haircut, he didn’t
seem to fit in quite as well as his blonde counterpart. Jeff
wondered if he was new. Behind him, a large, muscular black man
wore a sinister smile, slowly bucking back and forth, fucking his
slave alongside Mason. Jeff shuddered for a moment, realizing that
this was the kind of thing he needed to brace himself for.
    The second slave gave a sharp, sudden moan,
clearly struggling to endure the brutal size of the man fucking
him. He turned his head, facing the blonde slave, staring at him
with pleading eyes…

    “Shit…” Jeff said out loud, realizing that
the second slave was none other than Danny Major. He looked so
different – less hardened, less muscular, less scarred… more like a
normal person than a well-conditioned recipient of nonstop sexual
torture…
    Jeff gasped, his breath suddenly taken away
as the dildo in his ass began to pulsate, its studs slowly rising
and falling with a steady, gentle hum of electricity starting to
flow. And most surprising of all, unlike before, this wasn’t
painful. It wasn’t even uncomfortable. The electricity was
different now, a lower voltage that did more to ease his muscles
than it did to hurt them. At the same time, it seemed to stimulate
him in such a way that the stretch he felt from the pulsing studs
actually… it actually felt incredible …
    Jeff was at a complete loss. “ Fuck…” he muttered, still reluctantly watching the footage play out on
screen. Before long, he saw Danny’s face change from a pained look
of helplessness to something different, almost some sort of
submissive trance. Danny, like the more experienced slave beside
him, was starting not just to bear the depravity, but actually to enjoy it, in spite of himself. And, coupled with the
surprisingly pleasurable sensation building in his own ass,
watching this play out sent a confusing cocktail of emotions
washing through