Product in Training - Part 3A - Broken Mind
The following is a work of fiction. All participant is aged 18 years or above
The gym had everything one may need, all in a 10x5 square meter room. Almost on every machine, a sign read "FOCUS, NO TALKING." which made sense; they would likely want to minimise communication between their... slaves.
Two others were there beside me; A man was using the bench station and another on the preacher curl. They seemed to avoid eye contact actively, I supposed I should do the same as I head to the squat rack. Six huge jocks with the T-tattoo stood guard on the perimeter of the gym, I guess to ensure that the "no talking" rule was strictly upheld.
The oddest thing for me, though, was that the walls appear to be entirely made out of glass. Looking through it, I could see that the gym was inside a much wider room full of displays of weird sex toys and sexual dioramas in glass cases. The room outside was dim; most of the illumination was from the display cases and the gym light above me.
I was instructed to "not mind the observers." while I was escorted here, I thought that referred to the six guards. I soon understood what It actually meant when a few men came inside the building. It started with just two, coming in from a hallway on the other side of the glass. Then another three came, then another one, and another one. Most of them are 40-60 year-olds wearing formal suits. A few are younger and wearing casual T-shirts, although they still exuded affluence from their expensive-looking watches, sunglasses, and apparel. And there were also a few eccentric men, looking like they belong to an obscure cult. They all scatter and seemingly observe the items on display, but a good portion of them are looking into the gym. I see many eyes viewing me, judging me. Evaluating me like an exhibit on a museu-
That's what this is, isn't it? I was a piece of item to be looked at, valued on how good I will be when I am... used. I was standing with a barbell on my back, too uncomfortable to move. One of the guards approached me.
"You are not moving, I doubt this is part of your routine." The guard spoke in monotone.
I didn't want to risk any punishment, so I wordlessly continued my reps while the snapping of photos and videos from the onlookers captured my image.
I had more of F08 cum as lunch and dinner, gulping each rope of cum and leaving nothing behind. I noted that I didn't feel weakness when I workout, nor had I ever felt hungry here. After dinner, F08 set the TV in my room for my "mandatory porn session". A red light turns on on top of the screen; I was told that it is a camera to ensure I'm watching.
I felt a pang of sadness watching the porn. The plot involves a man getting kidnapped to be gangbanged. I couldn't help to be reminded of my predicament.
The next day, T51 came to the room with a cheery smile that put me on edge. He brought the same equipment as yesterday. I flinched reflexively as he approached to tie my arms and legs to the bed, but I knew fighting would be meaningless. Instead, I position myself on my stomach like yesterday, so at least T51 doesn't have to flip-
"Now, lay on your back," T51 instructed, to my surprise. And I did so.
I faced the mirror on the ceiling and quickly turned away from it. I didn't want to look at who I had become. T51 tied my arms to the edge of the bed, but he didn't tie my legs.
"I think you're broken enough not to need the leg restraints. We're making good time!" T51 added.
"Now, about the lack of lube yesterday..." As he said that, his dick rested heavily on top of my chin, the tip kissed lips.
"I reported the incident to Dr. Richard. Thought I was in trouble, honestly. Instead, he said it was inspirational! Could you believe that? Just goes to show how open and adaptable he is." His dick inched closer to my mouth; I could feel its weight on my lips, and see its tip as I stare at it cross-eyed.
"You were close yesterday." Let's see if you can make me cum now. T51 casually set his stopwatch. As I heard the beeping sound signaling the timer had started, T51 shoved his member into my mouth.
"3 minutes. Go."
Just like yesterday, I began to work my tongue all over his dick, feeling every inch of his hard veiny rod, which I struggled to keep inside my mouth. My head moved back and forth, sliding his meat from my tongue to my throat and back. I gradually picked up speed, but despite my effort, T51 gave no sign of getting close to cumming.
"Here, let me help you." In the middle of me sucking him, T51 grabbed both my ears and slammed my head into his crotch, thrusting his cock forward as he did this.
"GggGGHH-" My nose hit his pubic bone hard; it would've probably been painful if my attention wasn't too focused on T51's cock filling my esophagus. Never would I thought I could get his full length so deep inside my throat. Tears welled up in my eyes as he held this position for what felt like forever.
When T51 withdrew his dick from my mouth, I gasped for air, unwillingly taking in the musky scent of his cock with me. He didn't let me rest, though; as soon as I inhaled, he thrust his cock back deep into my mouth, still holding my head by the ear. I couldn't do anything as he rhythmically assaulted my throat. In between his thrusts, I can hear him moan. I can also feel his long rod twitching a few times as he enters my esophagus for the hundredth time.
Deep down, I knew it was not going to happen. I knew that T51 was only toying with me. He will never cum from me sucking him off. As the timer went off, T51 withdrew his dick completely from my mouth. Between gasps of air, T51 brandished his long cock in front of me, covered in my saliva and mucus. And then, he positioned himself below me.
As I'm now supine on the bed position. I can now see him as he positions his dick right on my lower entrance. I could've stopped him. I could kick, I could try to cross my legs, or I could arch my back to cover my asshole. But I didn't. I can feel my legs; they aren't paralyzed, but they chose to stay on the edges of the bed in obedience to T51.
As his dick started building pressure on my entrance, I closed my eyes tight and clenched my teeth. A slap to my ass startled me.
"If you're going to be an excellent sex toy, you can't look away from what's happening to you!" Again, T51 speaks to me in that tone. Like he's my coach, inspiring me with a speech.
"Now, eyes open and look." He said that as he began to push again.
"Feel it and look at it. Have pride at how you are being used."
I could feel T51 gaze on me, making sure I didn't look away. So I didn't. I looked down to my hole with gritted teeth. I see T51's dick forcing it's way into my hole, which is slowly giving in. I was a witness to my own sphincters breaking to give entry to T51's rock-hard cock. I saw his length slowly being swallowed by my rectum until T51's crotch meets my balls.
I wanted to scream, but I didn't. I guess it helped that yesterday's rape session left me gaping, but the pain still left me sweating and panting heavily.
I heard T51's satisfied chuckle as he began to pull back, not enough to pull his length completely out of my body and then began to fuck me in a rhythmic motion. I gasped at each thrust as it brought me more pain. I was more used to it now, but the pain was still there. And... the pleasure was still there, too.
I let it happen. My legs were unrestrained but refuse to fight my rapist away. In fact, it had been stabilizing my body, helping T51 fuck me easier. I now understood what the "breaking-in" phase really means. I was being reprogrammed into a sex slave-
My thought was interrupted when T51 lifted my ass and thrust hard until he hunched towards me. The maneuver allowed his prick to reach a new depth. And with it, new, undiscovered pain that caused me to scream. The next thing I knew, I was looking upward. T51's face hung over mine, his body was hunched as he kept his dick deep inside me.
"You're thinking about becoming a slave?" T51 visibly pleased at successfully reading my thoughts.
"Don't be. Yeah, the name 'Atlaslave' is a bit of a misnomer.
He pressed on deeper, his head inched closer to my ear. I felt his composed breathing as he said to me:
"You will not be whore, a prostitute, or a sex slave. Whores and prostitutes get paid. Even sex slaves... they're at least human. No, you are fated to be a sex toy."
T51 shifted his position "... A thing. A hole. To. Be. Used." T51 repeatedly drew back and thrust with every word. And with every shock of pain and pleasure sent through my hole and into my crotch, I felt his words burned into my thoughts
A hole to be used.
T51 returned to his position. With his head out of the way, my sight went straight to the mirror again. I look away quickly. I'd rather look at T51 raping directly rather than look at my own self and how pathetic I am.
I'm starting to get used to the feeling, only panting with every thrust T51 made. But T51 always seems to invent new ways to thrust even deeper. This time, he lifted my ass with his two hands, holding me while thrusting faster and deeper.
It only hurts a little more. But it felt oh so good. I now see the betrayal of my body with my own eyes, as my dick slowly grows more erect with every violating thrust. My panting involuntarily turns to moans.
"What is your name?" T51 asked. It's the same question he asked yesterday. And like yesterday, I answered quickly.
"Ah- Ari"
"What's your date of birth?"
"I-it's December. Aagh- Dec...ember 6th, 1999"
I didn't know what my answer means to him. T51 simply noded before thrusting even quicker. The ecstasy that forcibly surged from my ass to my cock has quickly become too much. I saw it. First, the precum, and soon after, the cumshots. My cock violently throbbed with each string of cum, and my ass clenched tighter on T51's cock.
It could only have been a few seconds, but it felt longer. All I could feel was how good it was, and my brain felt empty at that moment.
T51 pulled out. It occurred to me that he didn't finish inside me like yesterday. He stood up with a hand on his chin, inspecting me.
"Hmm, you're gaping wider than anticipated."
My brain felt like mush, so it took me a few seconds to realize he was referring to my hole. I don't know what he expected. His huge piece violently raped me twice now.
T51 put a finger into my hole with a thoughtful look, like a mechanic working on a broken machine. The finger slides in without much pain. He then put two fingers, and when the third finger was in, I began to worry. T51 felt around with his fingers inside me, and I felt a wave of anger at myself as I could see myself starting to get hard again.
T51 pulled back. "I think we might need to make an early modification." T51 left as he said this without untying me.
He returned a few minutes later, holding a metal device. I've watched enough porn to know that it's a butt plug. Without explanation, he slid the plug into me. It went in with ease. A few seconds in, it starts to vibrate at about 3-second intervals.
"Just give it a few minutes," T51 stated as he wrote on his clipboard.
As the plug continued to vibrate. I can feel small waves of pleasure from it. Again, I internally chastised myself.
How could you? How could you enjoy being abused?
I notice the vibration becoming more frequent and intense as time goes on. Actually... I think the plug was getting bigger.
Minutes passed, and the plug started to feel like it was straining my anus. It hurts. More so when it vibrates. I yelp every time it vibrates, but T51 ignored me. I squirmed with my free legs, not realizing I was hard now.
Soon, my yelps turned to pained moans as the vibration became almost continuous. I struggled, lifting and pushing my pelvis as if it would help, but it didn't. As the vibration became more intense, I couldn't take it. An enormous sense of pleasure blooms on my crotch and threatens to burst. My body betrayed me for the second time today and painted my stomach with a second coat of cumshots. As I finished, the vibration stopped. The plug still hurts, feeling like a giant metal weight inside me
At last, T51 went to pull the plug off. The plug didn't return to its original size as T51 very painfully removed the thing from my rectum. I screamed loudly. It felt like I was being raped for the first time again.
T51 then stood with the plug in his hand, showing it to me. But it can't be...
"It's normal for you to think the plug is getting bigger inside you," T51 explained.
"In reality, you're getting tighter."
T51 then forced one finger inside me, and I screamed again. That one finger alone felt excruciating as it breached my tight sphincter.
"tighter than before you came here even!" T51 now moved to untie me as I lay there motionless.
Tighter than before. Which means... tomorrow...
"You didn't have to worry about not making me finish for today. I'm sure you can do it tomorrow! As for the rest of the day, it'll be just like yesterday. Don't get bored, yeah. The first phase is always the longest haha." T51 left with that.
I didn't know what to think. I didn't know if I can. My mind was so hazy, I was on autopilot all day. My leg kneeled, and my mouth opened for another filling of F08's cum for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. After that was the gym session again; My body worked out in front of spectators viewing their soon-to-be sex slav- I mean... sex toy.
My eyes kept glued to the mandatory gay porn viewing, another scenario where someone is picked off the streets and then gang-raped. I could feel my dick getting hard while watching it.