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

Jeff’s head. Of course, there was disgust at
watching someone getting raped, but also relief that they seemed to
have found a way not to suffer. He felt empathy for both of the
slaves, and certainly fear over joining their ranks, but also an
inexplicable sense of… excitement . And with his prostate
quickly beginning to throb amidst the growing ecstasy of the
dildo’s pulses, Jeff couldn’t hide the fact that he felt aroused,
and this, of course, meant that Jeff felt ashamed, as well. After
all, the video on the screen was undeniably awful – and yet Jeff
couldn’t look away, nor could he keep himself from growing hard as
a rock within just a few seconds.
    With such a flood of conflicting emotions,
Jeff felt lost in his own head. The only thing he could comfortably
grab onto was the arousal. So he focused on the pleasure, hoping
that somehow, it would be the key to getting through this. And sure
enough, the screen soon changed, displaying three simple words.
    I WANT THIS.
    Jeff felt a strange sense of surrender as he
shouted the words into the mic, but he did so without any
hesitation. Something was different now. Before, he had simply been
playing along, trying not to get shocked. But now, there was
something else motivating him, something he couldn’t quite
understand yet…
    The words turned green and disappeared. The
pulsing within Jeff’s ass intensified, the pulses coming quicker
and sharper. He trembled, his lower body quivering against the
sturdy leather straps, and gave a long, whining moan. He didn’t
want it to feel good…
    But it did feel good.
    And when the screen told him to say that he
wanted this, he didn’t want to mean it.
    But he had meant it.
    That was it, he realized. He hadn’t believed
the words as he’d said them before, but now… he did. At a base,
primal level, he wanted “this,” whatever “this” was.
    MORE , the screen read.
    “More,” Jeff gasped in response, his voice
shaking with submission, a strangely satisfying sense of weakness
washing over him. The words flickered light green – not loud
enough, not green enough. They changed to red. The dildo returned
to its former, torturous voltage, leaving Jeff howling in pain. The
word came on the screen once more, the electricity still shredding
its way through Jeff’s lower body. The pain wouldn’t stop until he
got it right, he realized.
    “More!” he shouted out, “More, more!”
    The word turned green, but the electricity
didn’t diminish. Instead, it intensified, flowing through the
testicular electrodes now as well. Jeff let out a long, frustrated
grunt, cringing and lowering his chin into his chest as he
attempted to weather the agony.
    He’d gotten exactly what he’d asked for. It
wasn’t a punishment anymore. It just was.
    After several seconds of this, the word
returned to the screen: MORE . Jeff let out a muffled sob of
pained despair upon seeing it. For all he knew, the electricity was
only running at half strength. For all he knew, the current level
of pain he was experiencing was only the tip of the iceberg… But it
didn’t matter. There was no way to go but forward. After a brief
period of hesitation, Jeff closed his eyes and cried out,
“…More!”
    The dildo began to pulse again in response,
varying this time from bearable to excruciating and back, the
spiked studs jutting out with each pulse, stabbing at his tender
flesh and testing every limit of his pain tolerance. He bared his
teeth, growling, seething, and shaking, snorting deep breaths
through his nose, reduced back to that near-animalistic level of
pained fury. The difference now was that there was pleasure mixed
in with the pain. His eyes fell downwards to his lap, where his
erect cock was still jutting upwards, its veins bulging with sheer
testosterone. The electricity was practically boiling his prostate
by this point, sending a white-hot heat radiating through his shaft
to gather and build at the ultra-sensitive tip of his cock.
    CUM , the