I was whispering in his ear, so close, touching every part of him.
The image was crystal clear in my head, I spilled it into him.
A white room, clean, featureless, stark.
He is the only thing that spoils its perfect sterility.
He is tied down in the middle over a white block. The block is also white, waist-height, sharp edges.
He is face down, his body laid out, helpless. He is in pain, sharp edges digging into him, his muscles straining. He is silent with it. His wrists almost reach the ground, his arms stretched. If he could make a sound, it would be a soft sobbing, but he doesn’t make a sound. He is silent. His body trembles slightly. He is scared.
I give a signal and a door opens. A man in white enters the room. Then another. Then the next. A line of them.
They are featureless, they are not looking at him, they are looking at me. They wait.
I describe the room, his predicament, the featureless men to him, make him stroke his cock for me, he looks up at me, his face signals distress, his cock rock hard.
“You know what’s coming don’t you?”
“Yes Ma’am.” His voice is small, he is made helpless by this.
Back in the room, I nod. My boy is there to be taken and used.
The first faceless man steps up and changes from featureless automaton into violent needy desperation. He doesn’t hesitate, his cock already hard, he grunts as he shoves himself into my boy’s arse in one violent stroke.
My boy moans.
“You’re just a pretty hole to be used. You’d like that wouldn’t you? Having them lining up to take your arse?”
He nods, his face a mask of concentration, his hand on his cock speeding up.
It hurts, this violent fucking. Hard, merciless. The faceless man doesn’t care, his only focus is on shoving himself into that arse until he comes. He grabs my boy around his neck to pull him back onto his cock with more force, the veins in my boy’s neck bulge as he gasps for air. His body is rocked against the sharpness of the block, his bound wrists pulling harder, the cock in his arse pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in relentlessly.
The man roars when he comes, his hips slamming against my boy’s arse, the impact against the sharp edges and violent thrust into his arse makes my boy open his mouth in a silent scream.
I signal the second man in line. He positions himself quickly, shoves his cock into my boy’s open mouth and down his throat with a groan. I hear the gagging choking sound my boy makes and signal the third man. He physically shoves the first out of the way, grunts loudly as he shoves his cock into my boy’s wet hole.
My lips against his ear, whispering the relentless assault, his laboured breathless moans float into the room, he whimpers.
I line up the next faceless man.