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sticky and rather cool
being attached to each testicle – electrodes, he guessed. Shock
pads. He’d seen them used before, at a mental hospital where he’d
worked a brief security detail coming out of the academy. He
remembered what they were capable of, and the thought of having
them used on his balls was absolutely terrifying. But Jeff just bit
his lip, staring straight ahead and ignoring Gus as he smacked his
chewing gum at him. He was determined not to give them the
satisfaction of seeing him frightened, even though he knew it
probably wasn’t an act he’d be able to keep up for very long.
    As it turns out, it would only take another
couple of seconds before he’d betray his fear. He felt Dwayne’s
fingers on his asshole smearing lube over his rim, his fingertips
circling and probing their way inside with a wicked air of
playfulness. Jeff grimaced and grunted softly, his lip starting to
tremble, but it wasn’t until Dwayne brought something hard, cold,
and metallic against his ass that the panic really started to show
on his face. It felt like a dildo, but there were studded bumps,
almost like tiny little… pyramids…
    Gus’ smile grew into a grin as he watched
the horror spread across Jeff’s face. He knew what this was – he’d
seen Mason use it on Danny…
    “The corncob of doom,” Gus said through a
chuckle. “It’s a nasty one all right.”
    Jeff winced, breathing heavily as Dwayne
began forcing the dildo and its dozens of electrified studs up
inside of his ass. The harsh, sudden stretch took his breath away,
leaving him growling in protest, teeth bared. But there was no
stopping it – within seconds, Dwayne had buried the entire toy up
Jeff’s ass, leaving only the thin, black power cord running out of
his reddened, lubricated hole.
    Jeff was still wincing and gritting his
teeth, trying to wrap his head around the fact that, for the first
time, he had something up his ass, something that could potentially
cause him excruciating pain. “Please,” he said, breathy desperation
in his voice, “you can’t fucking do this! You can’t… you can’t
torture someone and just get away with it!”
    Gus looked to Dwayne before shrugging at
Jeff. “We do it every day, asshole.” He stepped out towards the
door, slapping a hand over Jeff’s shoulder on the way out and
adding, “Get used to it.”
    The light went out, and the two men stepped
outside. “You can fight it all you want,” Dwayne said stoically,
“but you ain’t coming out of that room until you’ve been broken
down into what the boss wants you to be.”
    And with those words, the door slammed shut,
leaving Jeff alone in the pitch black with only the sound of his
breathing and his racing heart. A few seconds passed, and he began
wrestling with his restraints, if only to confirm just how trapped
he truly was. He finally gave in, defeated, hanging his head down
low. Whatever this was, it was happening, and there wasn’t anything
he could do to stop it.
    The television suddenly switched on, its
noisy static illuminating the room. Jeff squinted, his eyes having
already adjusted to the dark. After a few moments, the static
disappeared, replaced with a blank, black screen. Jeff watched,
confused as four words faded into focus, written in bold white
block letters.
    I AM A SLAVE .
    Jeff didn’t get it. If this was an attempt
at brainwashing, it wasn’t working…
    But then, the letters turned bright red, and
Jeff found himself screaming in pain as electricity suddenly
coursed through the electrodes, shooting straight into his
testicles. The sensation was horrific, like hundreds of tiny,
red-hot needles being rapidly and repeatedly driven into the tender
flesh of his scrotum. He bucked and twisted against each one of his
restraints, but there was no escape, not until several seconds
later, when the words vanished from the screen, the electricity
cutting off as well.
    Jeff gritted his teeth again, letting out a
loud grunt of pain as he caught