Depraved Days of December
Day 7 - Accidents Happen
***Somewhat of a disclaimer; there’s a reason I use the word ‘depraved’. These stories are not for everybody. Read at your own discretion. It’s all fantasy, folks.
Today’s one is based on the comic ‘Kranke’ by Gengoroh Tagame. I recommend anyone interested in hardcore Bara to go read it.***
Jordan had been jogging for over an hour already. The big game was coming up this week, and the running back needed to be in perfect shape. Word had it coach was gonna make him team captain if he continued to perform like he had.
The jock had just come out of the woods when a sudden bright flash illuminated the night. Lights, the screeching of tires on asphalt, then total darkness.
When he woke up again, Jordan was lying on some kind of bed. The room was dark apart from a single lamp positioned above him, and the boy groaned as he awoke.
“Are you awake?” a voice asked him, and Jordan noticed an old, slender man standing beside him. He seemed to be a doctor, from the looks of his clothes, and the stud realized he was wearing a hospital gown himself.
“W-where… What - W-what happened?” he muttered. The man asked him if he remembered anything. “I-I was jogging, and… a c-car…”
The running back tried to clutch his head, but soon came to the horrid realization that he couldn’t move a muscle. “W-why…. m-my body! I-I can’t move!” the collegiate athlete panicked, and the man tried to calm him down.
“I’m afraid your spine was injured in the accident, Jordan,” he said.
“W-what? My spine? Can’t it be treated?” the jock asked, but the man shook his head.
“I’m very sorry.”
With a tear-stained face, Jordan had to come to terms with the fact that his lifelong dream of reaching the NFL was over. He tried to look around him, but the room was too dark and the light above his head too bright.
“W-where are we…” the hunk stammered, “What hospital is this? Why is it so dark in here?”
The man stayed silent. “Did you call my family yet?” Jordan continued, but the man just told him not to worry. “You might be able to recover somewhat with rehabilitation,” he said, and suddenly started to inject an IV drip into the boy’s muscled arm.
“W-what is that? What are you doing?” Jordan muttered.
The man smiled. “It’s medicine.” He loosened the little knot on the jock’s hospital gown, and revealed the enormous cock and balls without warning.
“We should take care of your urine before the medicine begins to take effect,” he said, and the man chuckled at Jordan’s embarrassment. “No need to be ashamed, Jordan. After all, you won’t be able to go to the bathroom on your own, anymore.”
He showed a large, weirdly shaped tube. “You’re gonna have to get used to this, as well.”
Jordan frowned, and eyed the ominous device with suspicion. “W-what the hell is that?!”
“A catheter,” the man said, and he started to apply some kind of liquid at the end of the thing. “B-but… can’t I use a bottle?” Jordan tried, “Besides, isn’t that a little too bi—“
Without hesitation, the man mercilessly rammed the tube into the running back’s dick, not showing any kind of gentleness or care. Jordan yelped in pain, the catheter far too large for his penis’ entrance. “F-fuck!” he yelled, “Ah! It hurts, it hurts!! Doctor!!”
“Calm down,” the man said, still grinning widely, “You’ll soon adapt to it. By widening your urethra, the catheter will slip in and out easily enough.”
“W-what? Widening-“ Jordan started, but was interrupted by another wave of pain as the man forced the tube further into his dick. He pressed some kind of button, and the jock was in more discomfort than he’d ever known. The beefcake was sweating and trembling furiously while the man explained he’d just inflated a balloon inside his bladder.
“Now it can’t be pulled out,” he said. “Just relax, Jordan. Let go of your bladder.”
Pretty soon, the bag at the end of the tube was completely filled.
“That’s full,” the man said. Jordan expected the torturous device to be removed now, but the doctor didn’t seem to keen on doing so. “Actually, I’ll show you something interesting,” he said, and the poor jock was brought into another world of pain and discomfort as the man lifted up the bag.
“If I raise the bag like this, the urine will actually flow back into your bladder,” the man said, “And if I lower it down like that, the urine will go back into the bag.” Jordan groaned and yelped loudly as the man continued to lift it up and down. He was in complete hell, but the doctor knew no mercy. “There, up and down… in and out…”
“S.. stop… s-stop it!!” the running back finally yelled. “Fuck you! What the fuck is your problem?! What kind of doctor does that?!”
The man stopped, but suddenly seemed to grin even wider. He stared at the jock with amusement. Jordan felt the blood disappear from his face as he realized there was something way off about the man. There was something off about the whole situation. “You… you are a doctor, right?” he muttered.
The man didn’t respond, just kept grinning at the distressed athlete. “Hey!” Jordan continued, “Are we even in the hospital?! Did you really call my family?!” Still no response. “Just who the fuck are you?!” the running back shouted.
The man just chuckled, and checked his watch. “Should be about time for the medicine to take effect,” he said. Jordan’s pretty eyes widened in fear as he looked at the drip, still attached to his arm. “Wh.. what is this… what the fuck did you inject me with?!” Right at that moment, the jock felt his temperature skyrocket, and he yelled at the top of his lungs as his muscular body started to twitch. His fat cock was quickly growing into a boner, the catheter becoming a new source of unimaginable torment.
The man laughed aloud at the sight, and finally removed Jordan’s hospital gown.
“What do you think?” the man asked, loving the sight of the young stud’s sculpted, naked body. “Doesn’t that feel nice?”
Jordan was in too much pain to answer, his entire body soaked with sweat and twitching uncontrollably. He watched in horror as he saw his enormous boner with the tube stuck in it.
“Now, let’s get started with cleaning your insides,” the man said. He lifted the hunk’s thick legs into stirrups, and spread the boy’s bubble butt.
“N-no… stop… stop…” the tortured student muttered, unable to do anything as the man started to insert another tube into his ass. Tears, snot and spit were already running down his handsome face as he felt some kind of liquid being pumped into his behind, quickly feeling his insides starting to burn in response.
“I’m giving you a high pressure enema,” the man said, “However, this isn’t your usual enema; I’m using acetic acid, so it will be fairly painful.”
“Urgh… ah… ugh…” Jordan could only groan in response. The man laughed again.
“I’ll plug up your hole to make sure everything stays in,” he chuckled, and removed the tube to insert a dildo-like object. The running back groaned loudly as his virgin ass was abused. The man patted his muscular legs a couple of times, and started to pump something at the end of the dildo. “This balloon ensures the plug can’t be removed,” he said. “Does that hurt, boy?”
“Ugh… ugh…” the young adonis groaned. The man grabbed his artificial boner and started to work his cock with no remorse. Jordan was going insane in the torture. “Still, you’re hard as a rock… That concentrated viagra really works wonders.”
He grabbed something out of view for the poor boy, and Jordan was thrown into the next circle of hell as the man stuck a short needle at the rim of his cock’s head. The running back yelled as loudly as he could, unable to do anything as the man proceeded to add another, and another, until six needles were stuck in the most sensitive part of the stud’s body. He was shivering with excruciating pain, his gorgeous body covered in sweat and tears and spit. The man laughed at his misery, and played with his nipples for a while.
“See?” he said. “You’re still hard! You’re leaking precum all over the place!”
After admiring the tormented jock for a while, the man also lifted Jordan’s big arms into bonds and grabbed another drip. “Time for the finishing touches,” he chuckled.
“Fi.. finishing t-touches?” the running back managed to utter, before the man stuck two tubes in his nose and let some kind of liquid drip down his throat.
“Ah.. gah.. w-whagth.. whag ith thith?” Jordan stammered. The man stood at the side, and contently watched the beautiful beefcake completely trapped.
“This will destroy your mind,” he explained with a big grin. “Your braincells will die, making you lose both memory and reason. You’ll be transformed into a living puppet, capable only of thinking of sex.”
He added some kind of spider gag that forced Jordan’s mouth open. “This will make sure you stay alive,” the man said. The running back could only make a pathetic groaning sound while the man taped the tubes in his nose to his cheeks.
“I do have something to apologize for, Jordan,” the man chuckled. “The car that hit you… well, I was the driver of that car. I’ve been watching you play football and run around campus for a while, and I finally decided it was time. Time you became mine.”
Jordan gave another weak sound while the man continued. “Your spine wasn’t injured in the accident, either. In fact, there were only some minor scratches and a sprain. But I took the liberty of tampering with that gorgeous body of yours through surgery.”
“The medicine will be administered slowly over the next ten hours,” he grinned.
“Since it must be boring for you to just wait for your own destruction, I’ll pass some electricity into your anal plug, to stimulate your prostate. Alternating between a dry orgasm and ejaculation, you will be cumming continuously for ten hours straight, non-stop. Doesn’t that sound fun?”
Jordan was too shocked to give a coherent response. The man simply laughed, and walked away into the darkness. “See you in ten hours, Jordan,” he said, before shutting the door.
Less than a second later, Jordan arched backwards as a loud moan escaped his mouth. Strange sensations he had never experienced before overtook his ripped body as the anal plug practically electrocuted his prostate. He could only moan and shudder as his pierced cock started to throb involuntarily, excruciating waves of pleasure washing over him.
“Aaaaagghh!! Ooooohhh!!” the jock exclaimed, his whole body spasming violently as his dick started to shoot a load, regardless of the catheter that was still inside it.
“I… I-I can’t… I can’t stop cumming,” the poor stud realized, twitching and struggling feebly as his cock continued to spray cum all over himself, “I… oohhh… f-fuck… I-I’m cumming again…. I c-can’t stop… a-again!!! Aaaahhh!! Oohhh!!”
The pleasure of the orgasm was burning through his every vein, painfully eating through every last inch of his thick body. Before long, Jordan’s abs, pecs, and even his face were covered in his own semen. While the poisonous liquid continued to drip into his system, the college athlete was kept in a torturous state of an inescapable, incessant orgasm. After seven or eight loads, his fat balls were empty and wouldn’t produce any more cum for a while.
“Aaaahh!!! Uwaahhh!!! F-FUCKK!!! AAAHHH!!!”
Jordan was in hell; crying, screaming, moaning and shuddering in his bindings with no way to escape. He started to feel his brain functions slowly being burned away, making it harder for him to think with every hour that passed.
The promising young adonis had been snatched away from his once so perfect life, and thrown into the darkest pits of the underworld by this psychotic, sadistic man. He had been a student, a collegiate athlete in the prime of his life, a football celebrity in the making, adored by family, friends and strangers alike; Jordan had been at the top of the hierarchy once. Now he had been yanked down, cut away from his golden future and trapped in anguish for eternity.
His life had been ruined.
“H-help… p-please… somebody h-help…”
3 MONTHS LATER
“Good morning, Jordan! How was your night?” the man said, grinning malevolently at his muscular captive. The former running back was on all fours, kept in place by numerous chains that had been attached to his ankles and the collar around his neck. He had been put into his old football uniform, which the man had managed to get a hold of somehow, just to spite the poor college athlete even more. His fat cock was attached to a milker, and ominous tubes were going in to his mouth and ass.
Jordan groaned weakly when he heard the man come in, and he threw his torturer a piteous look. He was covered with sweat, shaking with exhaustion and smelling like a college football locker room. The man chuckled at the sight, and kneeled next to his bitch to stroke his muscled arms.
“You smell terrible, boy,” the man said. “You big jocks, always so sweaty and stinky. I should give you another wash, soon.”
Without any gentleness or care, he pulled the tube that kept him alive and healthy from Jordan’s mouth, and he removed the helmet - on which had been written ‘Jock Slut’ and ‘Fucktoy’, among other degrading things. The stud hadn’t had a proper night’s sleep in ages, and it took all his might to produce the few husky sounds he could manage.
“P-plea…se… st..op..” Jordan muttered. The psychopathic man laughed at his suffering abductee, and he ruffled through his pet’s hair for a bit. After months of painstaking rehabilitation, Jordan could still barely move a muscle, and he was only able to crawl like a dog for a couple of feet with the greatest effort. Even without the chains and locks keeping him in place, the hunk really had no way of escaping his living hell.
“Tired, are you? Well, let’s see how much milk you produced overnight. If you did well, I might let you have a little break,” the man said. He removed the lid on the milking machine, and revealed the tank that held Jordan’s drained sperm. It was almost full to the brim; almost a liter of potent semen had been milked from the former football hero. Of course, the man had injected him with all sorts of chemicals and enhancers that ensured his fat balls would produce maximum amounts of juice all night long. His sack had even almost doubled in size.
The man looked at the tank with content, and congratulated the tormented stud.
“Very good job, Jordan!” he said, “That is a very nice batch. They are going to be very pleased, down at the black market. The lab might want some too, actually.”
He made the poor boy groan as he removed the milking machine and the tube in his fat ass. He let his hands run over Jordan’s glistening muscles, lovingly caressing the beautiful young athlete like his favorite trophy. Excruciating electrotherapy had ensured the boy’s muscled physique wouldn’t go to waste. He was actually even more ripped than before, as the man’s injections and drips only provided him with the necessary nutrients and protein, getting his body fat percentage to an all-time low. Jordan, however, wasn’t particularly enjoying his physical optimization. The more ripped he became, the more his abductor seemed to want to torture him.
The man undid the chains that kept his football stud in place, and he grabbed the electric cattle prod that was hanging on the wall. Jordan made some more pathetic begging sounds as he saw the ominous tool, knowing it would only herald more torture.
“Time for your rehabilitation, Jordan!” the man chuckled. “Let’s see how far you can get, today.” Without remorse, the man activated the thing and prodded the jock in his fat balls, sending a painful current through the poor boy. Jordan yelped loudly in pain, using all his might to try and move his disabled muscles. It took all the effort in the world to move only a few inches, crawling on all fours like an incapacitated animal.
This ‘rehabilitation’ occurred almost every day. After three months, Jordan could crawl maybe four or five feet with every last bit of his energy. The prodding therapy wasn’t particularly efficient, and served more as another outlet for the man’s sadism than it was beneficial to the slave’s health. After almost an hour of the excruciating rehabilitation, the gorgeous jock was led back to his chains, crying his eyes out with his balls on fire.
“Plea…se… k-kill…. me…” the incapacitated stud groaned, rivers of tears running down his handsome face. The man laughed, a chilling, icy sound that would haunt Jordan for eternity.
“What silly things you’re saying, Jordan!” he grinned, “Why would I want to kill you when I’m having so much fun with you? You’re my favorite toy!”
“Nnghh… p-plea…se…”
“Hmm, maybe I shouldn’t have left that last portion of your brain intact after all. But then again, I don’t like my pets completely brainless. I prefer when they are still conscious enough to suffer and long for freedom, but too disabled to actually do anything. Just like you are, boy.”
“P-pl… ease… k-kill…” Jordan continued, while the man just laughed and slapped his sweaty muscles.
The man then proceeded to lick his gorgeous face for a while, savoring the taste of the sweaty, captive jock. Jordan had no means of objecting as the man’s tongue covered his pretty face in saliva, lapping every inch of his salty skin. Finally it moved to his mouth, and the sadist made out with his crying disabled beauty for a while.
There was nothing Jordan could do. He was too dumbed down to think of a way to escape, and even if he did have the necessary intelligence, his physical disability kept him from going anywhere. The jock was imprisoned in his own body.
Even if he would miraculously escape the psychopath’s hands, there was nothing left for him. His brain had been damaged past the point of no return, and his disability ensured he would never ever be able to play football again. The man had forever ruined his life.
“Oh, I almost forgot!” the psychopath said, reaching for some kind of remote. He pushed a button, and the large flat-screen on the wall turned on. “Just in time for the game, boy! Let’s see how that team of yours does today.”
As with every game that featured the poor captive’s college, the man made him watch every second of it. Jordan’s brain might have lost the ability for intricate thoughts, but he was still painfully aware of his situation. He still remembered enough of his old life to long for it with indescribable aching. Seeing his friends play, seeing them laugh and cheer and run around like normal human beings, seeing a life that had once been his, was worse than any other torture the man could inflict upon the jock. He had been so unbelievably close to achieving his lifelong dream of playing in the NFL once. Now, those dreams were far out of reach, having been replaced by a life of nothing but pain and misery.
During the games, Jordan always cried the hardest.
“See, Jordan? They won again!” the man chuckled, when the game finally ended. He turned off the tv, and took his pet’s face in his hands. “Seems like they really don’t need you, huh? You were probably just a burden to them, anyway. Everyone’s much better off with you here.”
“N-n…o…. l-ly…ing…” the stud sobbed. In response, the man struck him hard in the face, making him yelp in pain.
“Don’t call your owner a liar, boy,” he said. A big, evil grin was stuck on his face. He was having so much fun with his captive boytoy, and that fun wasn’t gonna end anytime soon.
“Now I’m gonna have to punish you again…”
