"Harder. Harder." Zane kept ordering me, and I had to obey. I have muscles and no will of my own it seems, and the pain was making my vision go white. The hurt became so great I let a grunt out. Zane laughed. "Damn you are under. This is great." He didn't make me squeeze harder, but did not let me release. When he pulled into a driveway the bump caused more groans from me. "Get out, keep that grip on your balls."
"Yes, Sir." It was so hard to get out and walk, hurt as my grip on my balls was painful. My legs shook and I could barely move them. Zane was still laughing at me.
Inside, Zane flopped on a sofa and ordered me to stand in front of him. "Twist your balls."
"Yes, Sirrraarrrgh." Lighting flashed in my eyes and I had to bend forward as I obeyed. I was helpless in front of him, as he laughed and enjoyed my predicament. Fuck, if he'd only pick some other way to torture me, I could get some relief. My balls, my poor balls. But no, he sat there and reveled in it.
He was in no rush, why would he be? I was the one in pain. "Let go and get hard."
"Yes Sir." I was moving like a robot. My hand went up my entire length and back. I stared straight ahead. I realized I didn't have a choice even where I looked. I didn't notice when I was in pain, but now I realized I was unable to look wherever I wanted. This could be some sort of robot mode. That sounded like something Chris would do to me. Not that there was much he wouldn't do me.
Zane got up, leaving somewhere and returning with a beer. I was still jerking my dick. "I wonder how much I can make you do. Someone fucked over your head good. I don't know if it was something I said or the universe making it right, but I'm not going to complain. Get on your knees."
I dropped with a "Yes, Sir." Zane walked around me, pulled my pants down and I heard the all-too familiar sound of his pants opening. He was going to fuck me. I got fucked all the time, and now it was going to be Zane. I knew he wouldn't keep quiet about this at work. I was fucked there as well. He pushed me down and I felt his cock at my hole. Then in me. He shoved in an inch or so before he pulled out and headed somewhere. A few moments later the reason was clear. He had gotten lube. He had a better time getting in.
Once in, he rode me hard. It was a grunge fuck, Zane had me taking his cock and unable to resist any of his commands. He had to feel like the king of the world. I was the pussy getting railed, and it was all too frequent. All these guys got to take their aggression out on me, and I was the one one who ended up with a sore hole and a busted ego. I was looking down at the carpet moving under my head since my eyes would not move. I was stuck screaming in my mind. And my dick was hard. At this point, I didn't know if it was Zane's command or Chris's making me hard when I was used. Fuck my life.
There was his hand. He was spanking me as he fucked me. He was getting all his anger out on me. I was a tool again. A fuckpuppet. A sex robot. How many men would Chris have fuck me? It never seemed to end. Zane hurt my ass. He was big, but everyone seemed so big when they had their pecker up my ass. He was shoving into me so vigorously that it felt like I was being torn apart. And I couldn't do anything about it. His dick was a weapon ravaging my ass.
From the sounds he was making, Zane was having the time of his life while raping my hole. He must be enjoying this to no end. I was being his fuckhole. And he was taking all his aggression out on me. He didn't even doubt any of this, he used me. It hurt, and he finally came.
He pulled out, I heard him take a couple of breaths, then I heard a new sound, was he getting naked now? No, he was belting me. I took the first strike and knew it was going to be bad. He struck me over and over again. Great, it wasn't only fucking he was going to take out on me, but punishment. My ass hurt. I know I was getting welts brought up as he passed the red stage and it stung like fuck. I couldn't move to try to protect myself. I had to take his anger on my ass as long as he wanted, and he wanted to go for a while. I was not going to be able to sit for a week. I wanted to cry out, but I couldn't. I was stuck being a whipping post.
It fucking hurt. I could feel the heat coming off my ass as Zane wailed on me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. At last his arm got tired or something and he stopped. I thought the skin had been flayed off my body. "Kneel up, jerk your dick and cum." Zane went to flop down on his couch again.
"Yes, Sir." I raised up and started to beat off. He calmly sipped a beer. He had ordered me to cum, so I did fairly quickly. It was an order, so my body obeyed it without question. My lungs did breath deeper, but no other indication. I couldn't groan or anything.
"Do it again. Keep doing it until I say stop."
"Yes, Sir." Fuck. My dick was sensitive since I just came, but my hand didn't care, I was acting like a robot, so it stroked up and down in blind obedience to Zane's command. And it was going to hurt more and more until he let me stop. I still couldn't move even my eyes without him ordering me. I was ramrod straight up on my knees, staring straight ahead with only my right arm moving mechanically trying to get another cum out of my abused dick. Chris had fucked me up good.
Chris. Fucking Chris. Not only had he done this to me, but by now he had to be wondering where I was. And when I did get back, he'd punish me even if it was his fault I was in this mess. And he would. He loved punishing me. I came again and my hand didn't stop since my orders were to keep going. Fuck me I was fucked. Zane got another beer.
I kept on. My dick felt like it was on fire. I wanted to cry out in pain but I couldn't. My screams echoed in my own head alone. Apparently this control of me kept Zane heated up as he stood and shoved his dick in my mouth. "Suck" he ordered and I did, still pumping my dick. I could taste my ass, and I hated that I could identify it. I had to suck the best I could, more programming from Chris. Zane was enjoying it all. I was stiff as a board, unable to react. And for fucking Zane. I decided I hated him now. I had made him look bad at work because it was possible, now he was getting his revenge.
Zane's cum shot down my throat, and he fell back on the couch grabbing his beer. My mechanical body kept jacking my dick. I came again which caused Zane to laugh at what must have been a pitiful dripple. No stopping, I was not allowed to stop my own body. Zane watched me with a superior smirk on his face. I and my dick were exhausted, Not that it mattered. It took a while and I mentally wilted under his gaze, it was humiliating.
It was bad, but my next cum was dry, and that hurts a whole different way. It was not helping that Zane was laughing at me. Shit. I was in his hands entirely. And I had no idea how long.
My blank action kept him amused and no matter how excruciatingly painful it was, I was still jerking. My dick felt like I had pulled the skin off, but my hand kept going over it. I hurt so much. And my ass was still on fire, how was it that my dick was in so much pain my ass wasn't my primary concern.
I was in pain and humbled at my situation when another dry cum actually forced a groan out of me. Zane held his sides as he laughed, I had no choice but to continue beating my meat. The pain got worse.
Suddenly, my body stood up, I was shocked, and so was Zane, who moved forward. I found my clothes and pulled out my phone showing the time exactly at 9:00pm, then hitting the screen to dial Chris. I wasn't in control of my actions. As the phone rang, Zane got up and came to stand next to me.
"Where are you bitch?" Chris answered roughly.
"Trigger executed. I am under control." I answered mechanically.
Chris's laugh came over the line. "Who's there?"
"Zane has control of me. We work together." I still sounded flat.
"Zane, Zane talk to me, are you enjoying my slave?" Chris asked.
"Yo, sure am. Don't know how I did it, but he's like a sex robot." Zane laughed.
"Trigger phrases. I thought it would be fun if someone stumbled on it. Where'd you find him?" Chris still had a laugh in his voice.
"Parking lot of a grocery store. Let me tell you, Mark is one hell of a dick. He's been paying for that."
"He is a dick. Do whatever you want to him. Send him back to me tomorrow. If you enjoy using him, I'll let you play more with him."
"Nice, I bet he'll be less of a dick to me from now on."
"Oh that's for sure."
