>You jolt awake with a scream, surging forward only to be restrained. Your senses come back to you slowly, and you glance down at your body.
>You're naked, and tied to a chair by what seems ike rope. Frantically, you look around at your surroundings.
>It's some type of basement. The icy cement floor sends chills up your feet, and the single light source in the room dangles above you precariously, casting dark shadows in all directions.
The cool basement air kisses your skin, causing your body to break out in goosebumps.
>You shiver.
>”Good, you're awake.”
>The voice comes out of nowhere, and instantly sets your senses on alert. You scan around the room, twisting as far as the restraints will allow you, but are unable to see nothing.
>Footsteps creep up behind you, echoing off the walls.
>You thrash in your chair, desperately trying to break free, but the rope only digs into your skin.
“HELP! SOMEONE HELP!” You yell out, hoping against all odds that maybe someone is nearby.
>The footsteps stop directly behind you, and you feel a presence looming over you.
>”Sssshhhh... everything's going to be alright.” The voice says, and you feel a hand on your head.
>There's an icy sting of a needle in your neck, and you grimace, blinking away tears.
>The substance forcing its way into your bloodstream, and you shiver at the tingling sensation working its way through your limbs.
“What.... did you just do!?” You yell.
>The person behind you pats your head and you see in your peripheral vision the needle being withdrawn and tossed away. It lands in the darkness with a clink.
>They step away, circling in front of you, finally allowing you to make out their features.
>Your breath catches in your throat.
“Op...?”
>He chuckles and steps forward, crouching down to get a better look at you.
>”Who else did you expect, Eqg?”
>You struggle again at the restraints, trying to edge away from Op.
”W-what are you doing, where am I?!” You yell at him.
>He puts a finger to your lips to silence you.
>”It's going to be okay, we're just here to have a little fun.
“What was in that syringe?!”
>”Don't worry, you'll be feeling much better in a minute.”
>The iciness in your bloodstream has faded, and you feel a growing warmth beginning to take root deep in your stomach.
>You can hear your heartbeat as if its a drum inside your skull, and your breathing is becoming more and more rapid.
>Op claps his hands and smiles.
>”Looks like its beginning to work! Oh, this is going to be fun.”
“Let me go, please!” You beg.
>The ropes no longer irritate you, instead they tickle your skin and make your entire body tingle. You feel as if you're on fire, breathing like a maniac and sweating profusely.
“Oh god, please let me out. Please. Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!
>You're rocking back and forth in the chair at this point.
>Op reaches out and strokes your chest.
>It feels as if electricity is arcing across your body.
>You moan involuntarily.
>Op moves closer.
>”I know you want this, Eqg. Don't pretend you don't.”
>Op continues to rub his hands over your body. He feels up your chest, your arms, eventually working his way back to your nipples.
>You squirm relentlessly, your body seizing and convulsing in pleasure as Op works around.
>”Let's see how sensitive you are here.”
>He squeezes them.
>Your entire world goes white as your body convulses. Every muscle twists, and lightning dances across your skin. Your eyes roll back into your head, and you feel yourself drooling.
>The world fades back into view and colour bleeds back into everything slowly. You hear yourself panting heavily, sweat dripping off you in heaps as a few secondary twitches work their way through your limbs.
>Regardless of how much your brain didn't want this, your body had something else in mind.
>And with that, you glance down, finally noticing your swollen member peeking back up at you.
>It throbs with your heartbeat, and is leaking pre-cum nonstop. You feel like you're ready to burst, and if the slightest touch would send you over the edge.
>You blink, still staring down at the floor. You swallow the saliva in your mouth, trying to speak.
>It takes forever for you to find the words.
“Please, stop...” Your voice is weak and barely audible.
>The clinking of metal causes you to look up.
“What... what is that?”
>”Something to make sure you don't finish too early, that's all.”
>Op kneels down between your legs.
>It's shaped like a ring, with a few pieces of something, and what looks like an adjustable strap.
>You recognize it.
“No! Please! DON'T PUT THAT ON ME. DON'T TOUCH ME!”
>Op pays you no attention and spreads your legs, reaching out for your member.
>You brace yourself for the contact, but it's no use.
>As he hand brushes your dick, you keel over in ecstasy, biting down on your bottom lip to muffle any sounds from escaping your mouth. You dig your fingers into the palms of your hand, trying to stop your hands from shaking.
>Op gingerly attaches the device to your dick, but every miniscule amount of contact is enough to have you spurting a new glob of pre-cum.
>”There we go! That seems like a nice fit for you!”
>He takes his hand away, giving you a moment to compose yourself.
>Or so you had hoped.
>Your dick feels like it's about to explode, and every times it throbs you feel the device tighten ever so slowly.
“Make....m-make it.... stop. I-I can't... take any... more.” You utter out in between breaths.
>”Your little friend there says that I shouldn't stop.”
“That's only because of the drug!” Your attempts at yelling falls entirely flat, your voice sounding more and more like a series of off-pitch squeaks.
>You're trying to calm down, but every cell in your body is lit up and ready to fire, and the white is edging it's way back into the corners of your vision.
>”Now let's play a game! We're going to see how long you can last!” Op announces happily.
>He grabs you violently by the hair with one of his arms, and forces his mouth into yours, while his other hand aggressively begins to fondle your member.
> You have no way to break free.
>His tongue savagely invades your mouth, running its way over your teeth and forcing itself back into the depths of your mouth.
>You can feel his other hand working its way around the head of your penis, stroking and squeezing it randomly.
>You can't see, you can't hear, you can only feel every cell in your body ignite as the world melts away.
>You moan into Op's mouth, and he hauls you closer, forcing his tongue ever deeper. Your dicks throbs and pulses nonstop, begging to cum, but the denial device holds your balls hostage, preventing that desired release.
>You're practically thrusting at this point, every primal urge in your body wanting to ejaculate and end this torture.
>You throw your tongue against Op's, and begin to wrestle for control of your own mouth.
>Your retaliation attempt is cut short as your lower body spasms uncontrollably.
>You're cumming whether you want to or not.
>Your dick seizes up, and you feel the device constrict even tighter.
>The muscles and glands desperately try to fire your load, straining immensely, but are unable to break through the hostage grip of the denial apparatus.
>You're saliva is leaking into Op's mouth at this point, and your head rolls back as the devilish mix of pain and pleasure floods your body.
>You feel each heavy strand of cum fire half-successfully, unable to escape your balls, the impact striking deep inside your testicles, and causing you to entirely whiteout. You scream out every time you're unable to spurt, eyes wild and tongue hanging out.
“Oh god! Oh god! Let me cum! Please!” You wail aimlessly, barely aware of what you're saying.
>And your dick continues to convulse, each strand of cum begging to be set free, only to settle back into your balls. You feel the extra weight from every strand, and the pleasure causes you to ejaculate more and more.
>A steady stream of pre-cum oozes from your dick, and you feel it trickle down your legs and gather on your feet.
>Op says something, but you are unable to hear it in your throes of ecstasy.
>Without warning, he begins to stroke you faster and faster, his hand running up and down your shaft with greater tempo.
>You're drowning in your own saliva, your toes curling so hard you feel the nails scraping into the bottom of your feet.
“MAKE ME CUM! MAKE ME CUM!” You scream out in your trance of pleasure.
>Your dick is in a frenzy of twitching and throbbing, continuously trying to cum, and you feel more and more weight in your testicles as your seed gathers.
>And then the pressure of the ejaculation denial device is gone, and your dick surges forward at its new freedom.
>You feel your load pulse up into your member, every barrier shattered as the tremendous load of cum fires freely.
>You throw your head forward, and scream into Op's body as your dick explodes, cum erupting out in a tremendous eruption.
>Your orgasm lasts minutes, and you can feel the warm seed flood down your legs.
>You fall into a post orgasmic bliss, the world slowly fading out to black.