Aga Gives Hub a Coc Sleeve

I'm newly unemployed, down on my luck; my prospects of collecting unemployment benefits are slim. I'd only been employed for 3 months. And that after being fired by my previous employer. It's my second termination in quick succession. But fuck it. I need a drink before heading home to break the news to my girlfriend.

Maybe she would be sympathetic, after all, I've been working hard to make it past the probationary period. Extra hours, whatever it took.

Or maybe that will piss her off... the fact that I wasn't around as much. I've been promising her that I would make up the back rent as soon as I was solid. I had the money, but I wanted that one last pay period while on probation to be over before I relaxed and let go of the money.

And now I was fucked. Pink-slipped. Redundant. Of all the fucking luck! One Irish Whiskey was down the hatch already. I loved the peaty taste. I ordered another. It was going to be the last one, I swear! Then I was going to head back to the apartment and break the sad news.

An ugly twerp of a man sat down next to me at the bar. The little man was no more than five-four I swear, maybe five-three. Balding with gray hair, and talkative. Fuck me! He wanted to talk, as if I wanted to talk to anybody. I reached for my drink when the bartender set it in front of me.

"Don't drink that," he said. "The bartender put something in it."

My first drink had me a bit fuzzy, but why would the bartender add something illicit to my drink? He was the fucking bartender for crying out loud! He could get fired for something like that. Besides, I've been seeing the bartender here for a couple of years at least. The twerp, I've only become aware of in the last 10 minutes.

I looked at mister short, gray and talkative like he was crazy, "Leave me alone," I said.

That's when she showed up. Statuesque she was. Every bit as tall as me. Stacked like a brick shit house. Honey blonde hair. Pouty lips, deep scarlet. I couldn't help noticing her in the mirror behind the bar. Oh my god, her nipples were hard and poking out so much the front of her dress looked like she had two nails that badly needed nailing flat. I think the dress was some kind of blue. It matched her eyes.

I ogled her. I'm human, for crying out loud. I mostly saw her tits pointing at me. Her body was all but begging to be looked at. And my girlfriend, sitting at home, probably thinking I'm working late again. Fuck me that woman standing next to me was so hot! I shook my head. I'd be screwed if I didn't get home to the apartment soon. I grabbed my drink and chugged it in a swift gulp.

Fresh alcohol burns down my throat, warming my gullet. With finality, I thumped the snifter down on the bar. "I'm outta here," I informed my audience.

I turned away from the bar and pushed off toward the door.

Fresh alcohol burns down my throat, warming my gullet. With finality, I thumped the snifter down on the bar. "I'm outta here," I informed my audience.

Damn it, I just did that! I turned away from the bar and pushed off toward the door.

Fresh alcohol burns down my throat, warming my gullet. With finality, I thumped the snifter down on the bar. "I'm outta here," I informed my audience.

Fuck. Why is this happening again? I turned away from the bar and pushed off toward the door.

Words are echoing in my mind. "Oops, I lied. It wasn't the bartender, it was me."

Fresh alcohol burns down my throat, warming my gullet. With finality, I thumped the snifter down on the bar. "I'm outta here," I informed my audience.

Oh, hell. I'm stuck in an endlessly repeating torment. I turned away from the bar and pushed off toward the door.

My eyes snap open. That's a mistake. What light there is, coming from a bare light bulb in a lamp stand, burns into my optic nerve like a red hot poker. My mouth is dry and I try to swallow. Fuck. I can't. Something is pressing against my tongue. I almost gag trying to swallow. What the hell is going on? My mouth tastes like silicone.

Something has been shoved in between my lips and I can't close my mouth and my jaw aches. I can't tell how long I've been like this. I reach to remove whatever is in my mouth. My wrist yanks to a stop. What the fuck? I try to spit it out, and the presence in my mouth is unyielding and firm. It doesn't budge.

Again, I try to move. Not just my dominant hand, but my other as well. My wrists are cuffed, and I can only move them an inch at most. Damn! My muscles are aching. How long I have been hanging here is anybody's guess. My wrists are sore. My head hurts. The pain is pounding like a metronome against my temples.

All I want to do is go back to sleep. My eyes close. I'll deal with this shit later. I'm confident that I'll wake up at home in my own bed, old lady trying to encourage me and telling me how all I need is to go back out and get another job.

My eyes open. My girlfriend with the frizzy brown hair and green eyes is sitting on my morning wood squirming. Her pussy is moist and soft and warm, sliding up and down on my hard cock. I moan. For some reason she's thinking that booty call in the morning is a cure for being laid off. She's sliding up and down on my tool, slippery and it takes my breath away. Oh God, she's so fine a fuck. I can feel her pussy lips thrumming down each vein on my rock hard rod.

The dream implodes. Ugh, my head is still pounding. I try to roll over and go back to sleep. Only, I can't roll. My wrists won't budge, neither will my legs. My eyes snap open. Oh damn, the light hurts! Why can't I go back to sleep and dream that wonderful dream of a warm pussy sliding... um, well, something feels like it's sliding up and down my cock.

But, if I'm not in my own bed, what the HELL! Blearily I strain to look at my groin. There's a hand wrapped around my member, sliding along the shaft. My cock is slippery, so it's unmistakable that it's been lubed up. I squirm and try to get away from the fist wrapped around my private part, away from the calluses that feel like they are going to rip a hunk of my dick skin off despite the lube.

I scream, well I try to, that damn gag muffles it. The hand is relentless in its stroking. My hips are free to move even though my wrists and ankles are cuffed and restricted in mobility. I can't bring myself to move my hips though. That would play into the hand gripping my cock and stroking and bringing sensations to my cock that I'm not wanting.

Since the gag in my mouth doesn't allow me to make much noise, I can't order them to stop what they are doing. If I do, it will sound like I'm moaning in pleasure.

My climax is creeping down my spine, cajoling me to fuck the sadistic callused rough hand stroking me. No! Hell No! Damn it! I don't want to cum. Stop! Stop! Oh FUCK! I spasm, my muscles clench, my thighs clench, my ass clenches. My seed launches. I've just been hand raped. Fuck. Shit. I feel dirtier than shit and I drag my breath through my nose since I can't gasp. The gag is too deep.

"Nice!" he said.

The voice is slightly familiar. I know I've heard it before. Oh no! That stupid twerp from the bar. The one that told me the bartender drugged my drink! He's behind me and the one who just raped me. I try looking over my shoulder but all I see is the woman in the mirror from the bar. Fucking Hell!

She says, "Ooh, what a nice cock sleeve you found dear! I can't wait for you to use him to fuck me. Mmmm. He's so hot. Nice long, thick dick. The best so far I think. He's got to be at least twice, maybe three times longer than you Hub."

I jerk at my restraints. I'm done with this shit... let me go you sick fuckers! I don't like the implications that I'm not the first. I haven't heard about men being kidnapped and raped as fuck toys. Why wouldn't I have heard about that? Shit, I know why. If I get out of here, there's no way I'm going to tell anybody I was helpless and that they made me hard and made me cum like 10 carat gold fuck stick.

She reaches around to my face and strokes my cheek. "How do you like the dick gag my dear?" she asks. I jerk at my restraints, again to no avail. I'm pissed, I'm mad. I'm going to tear them both limb from limb. The only thing stopping that from happening is these fucking cuffs! I strain at the cuffs. I try to yell "Let me go!" but again, muffled by a silicone dick, it bears no resemblance to what I wanted.

"Oooh," she adds, "he's got a lot of energy. He's going to be such a nice fuck, darling Hub." She strokes my cheek and adds to me, "Oh, and if you get thirsty my little dick toy, just suck on that dick in your mouth. A water tube is attached."

Bitch! Dick! Assholes! Let me go and I swear I'll kill you quickly! They walk away from me while I struggle futilely. All that's left to me is to rest and wait patiently and hope they make a fucking mistake allowing me to wrap my hands around their necks and squeeze the life from them. The light in the room goes out.

I can only wait so long in the dark. I don't know what time of day it is. It's completely dark. If there are windows where ever they are keeping me, I don't see any. I assume it is a basement since there are no windows. For all I know, they have me in an interior room. Regardless, as much as my eyes adjust to low light, I still see pretty much nothing. Eventually, I fall asleep.

When I wake up, I feel a mouth on my nipple. It's still dark in the room they are holding me. I can't tell if it's him or her that is sucking on my nipple. It's fucking annoying. Arousing, but annoying. I don't want him making me cum again. Hell, I don't think I want her making me cum either. All I want is to go home, but I feel my dick start to swell. I squirm under the ministrations of somebody's mouth.

The precum builds on the tip of my cock while a tongue is licking the underside, up and down my shaft, across and around my balls. Stop! Stop damn it! Oh fuck, why is this making me so fucking horny? I breathe a sigh of relief when the mouth departs. It's still dark, though. I can't tell who it was. A shadow sinks or slinks away. I strain at the cuffs around my wrists and ankles again.

The minute drags on without any more stimulus. Can I relax? I have no way of knowing the time. Seconds could be ticking by, but it could feel like minutes and vice versa.

I feel a bite on my other nipple. The teeth grip my nipple just on the verge of breaking flesh. Oh God! Oh Fuck! Let me go. A tongue starts rasping, flicking at my rock hard nipple. I pant and squirm underneath the oral stimulus. I didn't realize my nipples could feel such pleasure, such pain at the same time.

I try to resist. It does no good. My dick is getting so hard again. I yell against the gag in my mouth. My hips buck involuntarily. My dick wants to cum. My dick aches with wanting to spurt my seed all over. The sensations continue even though the mouth leaves my nipple alone. I feel my dick twitching. No! I don't want this!

When the lips envelope my cock head I try to back away. I try to get away. But the mouth is relentless. It sucks my cock down no matter how much I move. I pull back, but the mouth follows. I try not to move. My hips do anyway. Oh fuck. That mouth is so warm and wet and inviting. Shit. No. I don't want this, but my breath hitches anyway. My cock grows harder anyway.

I whimper because I know I'm beaten. I'm being raped by a mouth in the dark and I'm getting harder and my climax is roaring closer and closer. I buck. My hips fuck. I don't want them to, but still they fuck that mouth. I fuck that hungry mouth on my dick. I fuck it with helpless abandon.

God, I can't help myself. I'm fucking participating in my rape and I'm on the verge of cumming! FUCK! I'm screaming against the penis gag in my mouth again. I'm screaming against the teeth rasping against the head of my cock. I unleash my seed.

That mouth drains my cum from my dick. Sucks it all out. I hate it. It makes me implicit in my own rape because it feels good. Having my balls drained and sucked dry against my will makes me feel soiled, shameful. My muscles feel like jelly now. Why are these psychos doing this to me?

I want to go back to sleep, but the harsh light clicks back on. Before me is a young woman cowering, afraid of whoever entered and turned the light on. She's entirely nude except for a bit of fabric bib and apron. It's stretching between and clipped to piercings in her private parts, each nipple and her clit and it's also tied around her waist. Her head is shaved bald and so is her pussy. Her nipples are puffy and light brown.

The little fucker looks at me and my limp dick. There's a drop of semen leaking out, and he bellows, "Damn it, one of your pets got loose again Aga. And she's drained our cock sleeve's balls!" He back hands her and she crumples to the floor whimpering.

When he slaps her tits a couple of times, she rolls over onto her belly and displays her ass, hitches it right up in the air so that it's prominent. The ring of her anus is a deep red, darker than her pussy lips. When he repeatedly slaps her ass and pussy hard, she moans like she's getting what she wants. I hear her panting like she's getting close to an orgasm.

Each slap on her pussy is sounding like she's sopping wet. I can see her pussy lips quivering like she's going to orgasm and her anus is flexing. It's like she's begging to be punished more. Perversely, I want to see her squirm as she's being punished. I want to hear more of her soppy pussy being slapped in squishy, sloppy orgiastic glee.

These fucking people are sick in the head and I'm seeing signs I may not get out of my situation. I don't want to think about how excited it got me hearing her sloppy pussy being beaten, how it made my dick hard. I don't want to think about the fact that he said one of her pets got loose. How many pets does she have? For that matter, does he have pets too?

He and she have both called me a cock sleeve a couple of times between the two of them. I struggle against the cuffs that have my wrists and ankles immobilized.

"Damn it! Why do I always have to punish your pain sluts? They like it in the ass too much Aga." She squirts on his foot when he kicks her in the pussy. "Get out of here bitch!"

I feel sorry for her, but I'm not in any position to do anything to save her.

The psycho woman, Aga steps into the room. She's holding a chain choker leash in her hands. She says, "Bad bitch. Come here Four!" Obediently, the girl scampers over to the woman and bows down before her so that the chain choker can go over her head. The girl whimpers as it tightens around her neck. The woman bends down and spanks her tits while yanking on the leash. Her pet's pussy drips down her legs while this is going on.

It's turning my stomach seeing such abuse, but it's kind of apparent that the girl gets pleasure from the pain and abuse. I'm starting to get scared because I'm thinking that these two villains are going to try to train me as well. I don't want it, but I've never been in this situation before. I don't know what they are going to do to me, and I don't know how I will react.

I'm thirsty. I also remember the woman's instructions... I have to suck on the dick in my mouth to get water. That feels like... okay, I can say it... that feels like I will be giving up and giving them control. But my throat is so dry. I can't capitulate so easily, can I?

My survival instinct is about to override my rational thought. If I don't concentrate... I know I will end up relinquishing and sucking and that will heap shame on my soul. Can I do that? Can I drink and still retain myself? Can I dehydrate and kill myself before they break me? I don't really want to die though. It's a powerful dilemma. It's a dilemma I never ever thought I would have to face.

Drink or die. Will I be a coward if I try to survive? It sure seems like it. I'm going to try to hold out longer, but now I'm getting sleepy again. Will I suck it in my sleep? It would be an autonomous action, right? Would there be any shame if I subconsciously suck on the dick and survive even though I'm resisting being trained? My brain is in turmoil, but the turmoil isn't stronger than sleep. I drift off.

I don't know how long I slept. I don't know if I sucked on the dick in my sleep. My throat doesn't feel quite as parched. Maybe I did. I curse myself because I couldn't stay aware long enough to not suck on the dick. Heh, that's a perverse thought. Water under the bridge... Why did that thought pop into my head?

Anyway, the light is back on. That means my tormentor is back. I can't see anyone though. I try to turn my head and then I realize that my head is now in a harness. Shit! While I was asleep one of them put a harness over my head! My head movement is restrained now.

Fuck! My neck was aching anyway from the way I'm hanging, restrained by wrists and ankles only, but this new development means that more pressure is being applied to my situation. I can't turn to look behind me. The only movement my body is allowed now is hip movement.

What are they going to do next? I don't have to wait long for the answer to that question. I feel something rubbing at my anus. Stop! No! Leave my ass alone! Stop! Stop! I don't want that. Get your fingers away! I can't stop the lube being applied to my anus, even when I try to buck away from the probing fingers.

I hated that when my doctor examined me. A prostate exam is humiliating. This is so much worse. I don't know what the intent is behind applying lubrication to my asshole, but my mind can only assume the worst. I try as hard as I can to avoid it, but the fingers follow my gyrations and apply a generous slathering of greasy, slimy stuff to my anus.

No, no, no, no, no, my mind quails. The hard plastic nozzle being steadily inserted into my anal ring can't be avoided. It's not big, it doesn't stretch my anus more than a normal dump would, but the humiliation of having a nozzle shoved in past my defenses is more than I can handle at the moment. I hate that this intrusion is making my cock hard. That's even worse.

No! Please! This isn't necessary!

I hate that the warm water is flowing into me, distending my intestines. It's an awful feeling. The nozzle has been shoved so far into my rectum that I can't push it back out of me. The water flows on and on, directed by gravity, inexorable gravity.

The pressure builds in my gut. Oh FUCK I hate it. Stop! I can only grunt, grunt and whimper at the feeling. That doesn't help. I squirm as the pressure builds. When the fuck is this going to stop? It gets to the point I'm afraid to move anymore. I'm afraid the pressure of the enema is going to get too unbearable and I'm going to shit my guts out all down my legs. Please! Stop! I'm so full now I can't take any more! Damn! Damn!

Whoever shoved the offending piece of plastic into me suddenly removed it. The humiliating putrid tormenting fluid came gushing out of my abused asshole. It almost causes me to pass out. I feel a steady stream of water, pressurized water flowing against my backside after a few moments.

I'm exhausted. I haven't eaten lately. The last lunch I remember was my lunch from just before I was given my pink slip. I reminisce about my last lunch and wonder who the hell makes you work half a day and then lays you off? It's a mild distraction from the abuse I've just been subjected to. I don't want to think what it might mean having been given an enema.

My life was bad enough without these two demented fiends latching on to me. Now they want to turn me into a pliant fuck toy! Oh God, if there is a God, please strike them dead with lightning. I'll die happily if you do that for me.

The spray of water against my back and ass and legs washing away the detritus of my humiliation is comforting in a perverse way. Does that mean I'm accepting whatever training they have deigned to give me? I'm definitely feeling screwed, blued, and tattooed.