Day 3. Pulling a train
Average reading time: 12 minutes
Oh my god, I am so fucked. Literally. I should be well on my way to Uni by now but instead I'm fucking trapped in this place. And what's more the bastards have locked my cock up!
So... Marcus let himself into my room yesterday after I had done wanking. I was still lying asleep on the bed and he caught me with the evidence of my jerk off session clearly all over me. Basically I was encrusted with my own cum.
He woke me up by rocking my shoulders. As I came too, I could see the disappointment in his eyes.
"Oh Bobby, what have you done?" he asked me. "You know that cumming by yourself is forbidden. Strictly fucking forbidden."
"I know, I know" I replied, "but I just couldn't hold myself back."
"Well you should have done Bobby, you really should have done. I'm going to have to report this, it's a serious violation and it's going to have serious consequences."
"Wait, no, you don't have to report it. Come on, let it go--" I cried out, desperately appealing to his better side.
"No Bobby, you know the rules. In fact, I specifically pointed them out to you when you arrived. I also told you that any infractions would mean your stay here could be extended. There's no way out of it. In fact, I'd be in even more trouble than you if I tried to cover this up."
It was then that seriousness of my situation sunk in - I remember the paperwork at the door had been particularly strict about this rule. I've got to admit that I skim read it as I was so excited about finally losing my cherry. My need for a dick in my ass threatened to ruin my life. Fuck! It was then that I remembered that I was lying on a bed completely naked in front of Marcus. My hands moved to my crotch to cover myself.
"It's a bit late for that Bobby. I'm going to have to report this - there's no choice - but before I do there's a set procedure I have to follow."
With that he reached under his top and pulled out a keychain around his neck. He used it to unlock a small cupboard in the wall that I hadn't noticed before. In fact, it was a really tiny cupboard - it must have been specifically designed to hold the one piece of gear that Marcus took out.
It was shiny and obviously made out of metal but I had no idea what it was. Some kind of steel tube?
"Bobby, come here and stand in front of me" said Marcus. I felt fearful for my future and yet compelled to obey his words. I got off the bed and moved towards him. "That's it, hands behind your back." I did as I was told.
"Do you know what this is?" Marcus seemed to break apart the metal object in his hands, putting the metal tube part to one side. What he was left holding looked like a heavy steel ring that opened in half. I shook my head from side to side.
"This is a chastity device, Bobby. It's designed to keep your dick locked up and prevent you from cumming. It gives me no pleasure to do this, but you've got to be controlled. You do understand why you need to be controlled, right?"
I was lost for words and could barely comprehend what Marcus was asking me.
"Because you broke the rules Bobby. You signed up to lose your anal virginity, not to shoot off your jizz whenever you want. This cage is going to stop you getting hard and keep you focused on using your ass as the sole source of your pleasure. Now, do you understand why you need to be locked up?"
By this point Marcus had grabbed my entire junk in his free hand and was pulling it away from my body. As I struggled to digest what he'd said and answer his question he started to squeeze my cock and balls painfully.
"Do you understand Bobby?" he asked again. The increasing pain forced me to nod my head up and down.
"Then say it. Say you understand" he said.
I stammered out "yes, I understand."
"No Bobby, say it properly" he replied. I must have looked as confused as another intense squeeze of my nuts made me realise what he meant.
"I understand why my cock has to be locked up!" I cried. This obviously wasn't enough though as Marcus doubled down on my junk and I yelped out in pain. I tried one more time:
"I understand that my ass is the true source of my sexual pleasure and that my cock has to be locked up to keep me focused" I said.
"And do you want to wear this cock cage?" he asked. A swift twist of his hand make me answer very quickly.
"Yes, I want to wear a cock cage. I want to be locked up."
"And do you understand that your infraction is going to have serious implications? Do you accept the consequences of your actions? Do you take responsibility for your punishment and will you strive to put things right of your own free will?"
Punishment? I could feel my face redden even more than it already was and I hurried to comprehend Marcus's words. It sounded like he was trying to make this all my choice, as if it was all my fault. There was no way-- my thought process was cruelly cut off by Marcus yanking my balls down. And again, and again.
"Yes! I volunteer to put this right, I want to put this right!" I cried out, anything to stop the torture of my balls.
With that - the answers he seemed to have been been waiting for - Marcus used his free hand to encircle the heavy steel ring around my cock and balls. It felt tight and heavy but at least Marcus had finally released my junk from his grip.
Next he picked up the tube part and quickly slid my dick into one end of it. Before I knew it there was a click and a padlock joined the tube and the cock ring. I immediately felt cold metal constraining my dick.
"That's it bud. Keep co-operating and this will all be over in no time" he said quietly, almost whispering it. Marcus winked at me and patted my bum in what seemed like a friendly way. Suddenly his tone changed though.
"The cage stays on until the School decides to take it off. You've shown you can't be trusted with your emissions, so we've taken that freedom away from you. Now, I'm going to go report all of this to my superiors... I don't know what your decision to cum will mean long term, but I can tell you that it's very unlikely you'll be going home today. In fact, if I were you, you might want to clean yourself out... Just in case you're sentenced to a punishment fuck."
And with that he left the room, leaving me open-jawed in shock. A punishment fuck? And my cock was locked up! I took a moment to feel the cage. The outside end of the tube was completely open and I could just finger the end of my dick on the inside. I could piss but couldn't get hard - the cold steel stopped me short. And no matter how much I wiggled or moved it around it stayed cruelly in place. I was fucking locked in a chastity device and Marcus had the key! Even if I somehow managed to escape, how the hell was I going to get this thing off?!
My entire body deflated and my head hung low. I simply didn't know what to do, so I did what Marcus suggested. Clean myself out. I was on auto-pilot and despondent. All I had wanted was to lose my virginity to a nice guy before going to Uni, and now look at me... I finished cleaning up and grabbed some new clothes that had been laid out. My old ones had been taken again and once more I had been given an outfit to wear. Just a jock and yet more long socks. It wasn't much but all I had.
Later
About an hour later Marcus came back into the room. His face did not look good.
"I'm sorry Bobby. The news of your transgression did not go down well. The discipline committee met and discussed the merits of a punishment fuck." He said.
Discipline committee? He looked at the disbelief and confusion in my eyes.
"Oh yeah, a punishment fuck is the hardest, meanest balls-deep fucking you can imagine. Not something you'd be able to forget in a hurry... Anyway, Carl stood up for you but Jay was adamant. Said you liked cock so much that a punishment fuck was just giving you what you wanted. He said you probably even engineered this whole thing just to get another fuck."
What the hell?! It was Jay's fault that I was in this mess! He was the one who had raped me and hadn't let me cum earlier on!
"Anyway, the room agreed. I've got to say the fact that you recognised you'd behaved badly and volunteered to put things right definitely helped. However, the committee decided the only suitable punishment was pulling a fuck train. In fact, they're assembling one now..." his voice drifted off.
Even in my innocence I knew what a fuck train was. In fact, I was pretty sure I had seen several whilst flicking through the porn channels. Basically I was about to be gang banged: a constant train of guys fucking my hole in quick succession. Non-stop. As soon as one guy had finished another would take his place. And if Carl and Jay were anything to go by they were all going to be hung super-sized freaks!
"No Marcus, no! Surely there must be a way out of this. I mean, you've locked me up. Keep the key - send it to me in a week, a month, I don't care. Just let me go!"
"I'm sorry kid, that's the way it is. If you're lucky we'll take the cage off before you get sent home though. You cleaned yourself out, right?"
I nodded my head up and down sullenly.
"Good. I'll come back and get you when they're ready. Don't worry Bobby, you can do this. Get it over and done with and you'll soon be off."
With a smile he gently touched my shoulder and departed the room. I was left to my own imagination. Surely this couldn't be as bad as I was thinking, right? I mean, how many guys could there be available at such short notice? Probably just a few, maybe 5 or 6 if I was unlucky? From what Jay said about Carl processing a new shipment this place sounded pretty busy. I bet I'll only be fucked by about 4 guys max. I can handle that.
Much, much later
Damn, I couldn't handle it... My hole is spent, stretched out and overflowing with god knows how many loads. No, I wasn't fucked by 4 men. Not even close. I was fucked by an entire army - I can barely sit down, let alone hold a pen to write this damn thing.
I'm not going to go into too much detail. If this diary is meant to help me process what's happening to me then I think I want to keep today locked away forever. The short version is that I've gone from virgin to sluthole capacity in less than 48 hours. The longer version? Here's what I can remember...
Marcus taking me to a room I hadn't been to before. Dark, tiled walls and a concrete floor. The deeply ingrained smell of fuck. A pool of light shining down on a heavy-duty bench in the middle of the room. Strong metal legs bolted securely to the floor. Thick sheets of black leather attached to the bench, threatening straps and buckles hanging down.
Being manoeuvred into position. A raised portion for my stomach to lie on and a lower shelf for my knees and shins to rest on. My arms hanging down against the metal front legs. My hole at fuck height. Thick leather being wrapped around my arms and then buckled with tight straps every couple of inches. The same being done to my legs and then around my upper body. The creak of leather as each strap was pulled, re-tugged tighter, buckled and then locked secure.
The feel of being completely immobilised, yet my hole exposed and freely available to anyone who wanted to use it. My cock trapped in it's cage and heavy in my jock. Marcus leaving and wishing me good luck.
The room being still for a moment, just the sound of my heartbeat imagining the worse. Knowing that the tight bondage meant I would never be able to pull back from the inevitable barrage of dick.
My fuck team walking into the room. More men than I possibly could have imagined - a seemingly endless line, but all different in size, shape and colour. Some wearing jocks, some naked, some in leather harnesses like the ones I'd seen in the porn I'd been forced to watch. All the men seemed to have three things in common... fit, ready to fuck and hung like horses. They gathered in a semi circle around me. I counted twelve before Jay walked in last. That motherfucker!
He stood directly before the bench and gave me an evil leer. "Well guys, you all know why we're here... to teach young Bobby a lesson. It's going to be just what he needs, a reminder he can't break life's rules! Let's see if we can't fuck his cock lust out of him a bit too!"
After that everything became a blur. I'm blacking it out if I'm honest. I was a prisoner of that evil fuck bench and at the mercy of my captors. They didn't hold back. All I can remember were snippets of conversation, obscenities drifting past me as my hole was abused:
"Jesus Lance, you can't go first, that thing will tear him open!"
"No, Jay says this new cunt is fully open for business..."
"Wow. His hole needs feeding doesn't it? It's eating up our loads like he was born to it."
"Jesus, feel how sloppy his pussy is! It's juicy as fuck..."
Occasionally I would cry out with pain when a particularly ferocious thrust hit home, but to begin with I simply remember whimpering. After each man was done dropping a load in my hole they would walk round and wipe their cocks on my face. It my was my first proper look at who had just fucked me...
A 6' 5" black man, stacked with muscle and literally covered head to toe in tattoos. His cut dick easily 10" long, glistening with cum and ending in an angry, red helmet.
A much shorter Asian guy, shoulders almost as wide as he was tall. His body covered in sweat, his junk smelling metallic as he wiped it on my face.
A bald man with an evil grin, the rest of his body totally covered in thick wiry hair. His thick nipple rings glistening in the light.
A 6' tall white guy, his body perfectly sculptured and framed by a heavy leather chest harness. His thickly veined dick kept hard by a tight steel cock ring, his pubes drenched in cum blowback.
Before long the 13 men simply merged into one continuous hard fuck that felt relentless. I desperately asked for a break, that I would happily suck their dicks to give my tender hole a chance to recover. But no, apparently as I had ticked the `ass only' box on my admissions form, cocks were barred from my mouth. I had to service everyone with just my asshole!
"Rules are rules, bitch. You said you were only interested in having your hole used, so you've never going to get to taste cock whilst you're here!"
It was around then that I noticed little slips of paper being discarded on the floor. Each one had a number on it. 14. 5. 22. 17. 28. They were raffle tickets! The fuckers were drawing lots for who got to tap my ass and in what order. Surely if they had got up to 28 I couldn't possibly be fucked any more? It must be over soon.
The sound of heavy fucking being interrupted by the clang of a bell. A shout of "shift change!" and the guy currently fucking me bellowing as he came. Then him pulling out and slapping my butt cheeks. Laughter as my arse was whacked hard by each of my fuckers as they left the room.
But the room filling with men again... fresh men with new stamina to punish-fuck my hole. I struggled against the tightness of the leather, the room heating up amid the overpowering stench of cum. The discarded raffle ticket numbers getting higher and higher. The shouts around me:
"Wow, no matter how hard you fuck this hole just keeps on giving... He's turning into the perfect fuck chute!"
"Giving? Christ he's on his second shift and his hole is snapping back each time. Looks as if it can take a lot more work!"
"Come on slut, push back on my dick! Show me just how much you want my pussy wrecker inside you. Use those cunt muscle to give me a tight fuck, bitch!"
"Look at how much the little cumdump is enjoying this..."
And the truth was that I was enjoying it. I can't believe that I've just written that. Who in their right mind could enjoy pulling a continuous fuck train for these grossly hung perverts. Guys who all knew I wasn't there of my own free will and yet they fucked me the all same. My dick trapped in it's cage all the time, fighting hard against the metal but there was no way I could cum. All I could do was give in to every thrust, grunt and scream. Before long I was the one shouting "fuck me harder, please fuck me harder, I can take it!"
A guy pulling out and my hole feeling agonisingly empty without a man's dick inside of me. Feeling incomplete. Cum leaking from my ass, my hole filled up way beyond capacity. Trying and failing to clench as a river of man juices leaked onto the floor. Moaning with dicklust: "please fuck me, I need more..."
And then feeling the perfect sensation of an inhumanely large cock invading my pussy channel again. Realising the momentary gap had simply been another shift change. Fuck, was this never going to end? More cocks and cum being wiped on my head, my eye lids slowing crusting closed with spunk run-off.
"We need to get to triple figures before we can quit, but if he take more..."
"Christ, with this much cum inside of him he's going to be addicted to cock!"
"Yeah, only a complete slut would volunteer for pulling a train this long. He's going to be a pussy boy for life..."
It was impossible to process what they were saying. Addiction? Pussy boy? Volunteer?! It was all beyond me.
Occasionally though I could feel something at my ass that I thought I could recognise. It could only be Jay and his fireplug of a dick -- he must be back again and on the third shift! -- fucking me in his constant jackhammer motion. Every time he fucked me it was the same speed, the same depth, the same feeling of a freakishly thick cock punching a hole right through my body. I soon heard the roar of Jay pumping another load into my guts and then felt him by my side.
"Hey, how does it feel?" he asked, throwing his arm around my neck like I was his friend. "You're doing real good boy". It was crazy, but in my fucked out state I almost felt proud, craving his approval. As another guy's giant cock begun to slam into my swollen, stretched and plainly overfucked hole Jay whispered in my ear. "We're going to have lots more fun, eh boy!"
With that I must have passed out, because I later found myself lying in my own bed. I woke up with my ass stuck to the bed sheets. Either they hadn't bothered to wipe down my ass cheeks or my hole had simply given up and had leaked cum all night. God knows how many times I had been fucked in the end. The cum puddle on the bed was epic and my head felt completely glazed in semen. My hair was all stiff and crunchy to touch. I was still wearing the cock cage and the jock, but the fabric seemed crusty too. Damn, was I leaking precum the whole time I was being fucked?
I feel guilty that I can't remember more about the night. All I really remember is zoning out. Did I really enjoy the never-ending stream of dick? I mean, they did slide into my backside pretty easily, it's not like friction or resistance was trying to keep them out. At one point I'm sure that the leather restraints were removed. If I was free, why didn't I try to escape? And if I was leaking that much pre then surely I was enjoying it? After all a cock never fucking lies...
Never mind, I'm completely past the point of caring. My hole is so sore I can't even think about touching it... Everything is moist down there as I'm still leaking buckets of cum. I stink and the cock cage is chafing at my dick. Christ! All I want is to be free of this place. Marcus said I should be released tomorrow... That means I can still get to Uni just just in time... which is good because that means no-one needs know that I've been turned into a gigantic cum dump.
Next: Bobby finds out he's the chosen one...
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