Date: Thu, 23 Apr 2009 22:07:10 -0700
From: Kenji De Sade <babiesonyourface@gmail.com>
Subject: Blink part one.

The following story is a fictional account. The characters are entirly
unreal and so are their situations. Thus no direct attention was paid to
probability or safty for the characters. If you have problems or issues
with queer pornographic materials, please stop reading now. If you find, on
the other hand, that you are quit the preveyor of perversion and that this
particular story seemes to get your rocks off, please feel free to contact
the author, Kenji De Sade at kenjidesade@gmail.com

Thank you.


Jeremiah Burk sat at his desk fingering the scroll wheel on his mouse up
and down repeatedly. There were several files open and displayed on the
monitor. Their imagery flickering with the machinations of the mouse wheel,
illustrating the boredom emanating from Jeremiah. Surrounded by the
protective cubicle walls, he'd found such blatant displays of uselessness
were well guarded, especially since there seemed to only be three other
workers in the office on this particular afternoon. The clock on the screen
told him there were still five hours left in his day and lunch was still 20
minutes away. Not wanting to get involved in any of the projects available
to him, just to leave 20 minutes into them, he was considering covertly
searching for porn or reading one of the dozens of time wasting blogs he
tended to read when he'd rather not be doing his job. About two minutes
from the start of this inner debate, the porn won.

Quickly, an Internet browser window was opened, his fingers zipped along
the keyboard entering a few choice words into a search engine and the mouse
began clicking numerous links to various sites. He was barely even paying
attention to the titles of the links. He figured he'd brows each page for a
few seconds and close them one by one as soon as he lost interest. Suddenly
one of the various activated links started calling up pop up windows. One
after one a new window was opening up on Jeremiah's screen. He got sort of
panicky but quickly calmed himself. He would have waited for the pop ups to
stop coming however it seemed there might not be any end. Each new one was
popping up almost before the last had a chance to let it's content
load. Jeremiah couldn't even tell what each advertisement was for. He did
the only thing he could think to do and started trying to close every web
page on his screen, pop ups and all.

He started with the pop ups, clicking each ones close button as quickly as
he could. He would have been making good time if the random placement of
the windows wasn't so time consuming that by the time he got to the next
close button another two pop ups had been produced. He decided instead to
try and close the original window which had caused this. Jeremiah thanked
the software gods that he used a browser which, though it was supposedly
supposed to block these stupid pop ups, was also equipped to open each of
his new links within one single window. He attempted to click the close box
one the main window several times, only to be blocked by a sudden pop up
window inadvertently showing up in that exact location. After several of
these blocks, he made a successful click and the window closed. However
just as the window closed, small blocks of indeciferable content began
popping up randomly, over everything else on the screen. Jeremiah had not
blinked this entire time, trying to keep his eyes open and alert to the
task at hand before someone came along and caught him in this crisis. They
were beginning to burn from the dryness and the strain of darting to follow
the many images now constantly appearing all over the screen. Jeremiah
fought hard to keep his eyes open, to keep his attention on the task at
hand. He clicked several more pop ups while trying to figure out what the
blips that kept appearing and disappearing quickly all over his screen
were. Finally the sharp burning pain in his eyes broke his will and he
blinked.

Jeremiah suddenly found him self in a concrete room lit by a harsh yellow
uncovered light bulb above him, on an iron framed four poster bed. The
mattress was bare and dirty. He could smell the filth better then he could
see it, do to the leather hood secured snugly over his head. The hood held
what seemed to be a penis shaped gag in his mouth, yet left his eyes open
to take in his surroundings save for some minor peripheral obstruction. His
legs were tied by way of leather cuffs and old looking chains. They were
spread apart above his body, tied to each of the end posts. He was lying on
his back, his ass nearly hanging off the mattress end toward the
bottom. His waist was secured to the sides of the iron bed frame with a
leather belt and very old looking chains, his arms stretched up and secured
to the opposing posts. He could feel that his cock was enveloped by some
sort of device witch was very tight around the entirety of his cocks shaft
and the base of his balls. His cock ached and throbbed and every time it
did the device seemed slightly tighter, which caused another aching throb
again and again. The cool air circulating in the room left goose bumps
along his skin and also alerted him to what felt like liberal amounts of
moisture inside and around his ass crack. Lubricant was his immediate
assumption.

Jeremiah's mind was suddenly swimming with anxiety. The reality of the
situation refusing to make sense in any way. He searched his mind for any
reasonable logic as of to why or how he would be in the situation he found
himself in. Nothing made any sense. He was sitting in his office, just like
any other day, looking at porn when he should have been working, and
suddenly he wasn't. He just blinked. Be it a blink that seemed to feel
strangely like wakening up, it still seemed to Jeremiah that it had
happened instantly. Suddenly he was incredibly vulnerable, naked, tied up,
lubed, and gagged. His breathing was coming so quickly it made the phallus
in his mouth seem all the more cumbersome. His heart was pounding so hard
in his chest he could hear the blood it pumped rushing through his ears
like an ocean tidal wave born of fear. His mind made his thoughts as simple
as it could. His motivations became compulsory as his baser instincts began
to surface. His inner voice shouted simply, RUN!

Thinking only that he had to get away from this situation and ignoring
weather or not that goal was even attainable, Jeremiah began thrashing his
body against his bonds. Every muscle in his limbs twisting and turning. His
arms and legs straining against the leather straps at their ends trying to
take advantage of any slack that they might offer. He tried using his chest
muscles and abdomen with the belt at his waist for leverage. He fought
believing that one of the straps had to give just enough for one limb to
break free, then he'd worry about the next. His fight was vicious entirely
based on instantaneous reaction. It didn't take long before his naked form
was coated with a film of beading sweat. The adrenalin that had been
released at his initial fearful reaction was waning. Though his desperation
held fast, his body gave up only ten minutes into his fight against the
leather and metal holding him down. As he let his body go limp, he sobbed
and shed tears, mentally cursing him self for years of avoiding gyms and
manual labor jobs. He still had no idea why he was wherever he was so
gratuitously and vulnerable confined. Worse yet, his balls had begun to
ache nearly as painfully as his cock.

His heart was barely beginning to slow the blood flow it had been pumping
in it's hyper state when a screeching creek echoed from the walls of the
room bringing it back to full steam. Jeremiah's head thrashed about in
every direction it could looking for the source of the sound. His mind was
caught in a conundrum of hopping that the source was not, and also was, a
person. As his eyes caught a glimpse of movement and the familiar form of
another person his mind hung upon itself waiting to see if this was a
relief or not. As more of the man came into view it was quickly decided
that this new comer was not here to aide Jeremiah in any of the ways he'd
been praying for since he woke. Without having to think about it,
Jeremiah's body released every bit of air it had stored up and he screamed
as loudly as he could around the false penis securely embedded in his
mouth.

Jeremiah watched the man with more attention then he'd ever paid to
anything before in his life. He kept screaming over and over into his
gag. He found he couldn't seem to help it and quickly decided that since it
didn't seem to be bothering the other man in the room he wouldn't let it
bother him either. Instead he kept watching the unflinching large man move
about. He, like Jeremiah, was wearing a hood securely strapped over his
head, however his was made of rubber,did not have a gag in place, instead
it had an open mouth hole through which Jeremiah could see only a pair of
lips that would be unrecognizable in any other context. There were also no
eyes in this mans hood, instead the rubber seemed secured around a dark
pair of sunglass like lenses. The rest of the hood seemed tailored to fit
every nook and cranny of the mans face. His body was well maintained. There
was little muscle definition and the man seemed to have a small belly, but
every inch of him was solid. That solid muscle was coated with a thin black
fur over most of it's exposed areas. The parts that were not exposed, were
covered by several pieces of rubber. A pair of black rubber thigh high
wadder boots on his feet. A pair of rubber gloves over his hands. A rubber
harness over his chest with a strap leading into a very peculiar rubber
jock with what looked to be a solid plastic penis shaped cup locked
securely with a padlock over his cock. Whoever this man was, Jeremiah let
out a small sigh of relief when he realized this man would probably not be
the one utilizing his exposed and well lubed hole. The sigh was interrupted
as the man positioned himself at Jeremiah's anus and began using his rubber
covered index finger to probe the exposed ring of muscle. Continuing to pay
absolutely no attention to Jeremiah's protests.

Jeremiah began to cry for the second time since waking up only minutes
prior. He could not understand what was happening to him, how it had
happened or why. He was beginning to think clearly again, which he cursed
him self for doing just as his body was being violated by another man. It
seemed he was hyper sensitive to the manipulations of his sphincter. He
could feel the rubbered finger rotating, curling, sliding in and out of his
hole repeatedly. When the finger would slip out for brief moments it would
swab his crack picking up more of the lube, circle his puckered ring, then
re entering the hole with the added lube. The finger went over this process
several times, massaging the muscles and lubeing the entrance. The man at
the other end of that finger was concentrating on nothing else besides
Jeremiah's exposed orifice. Ignoring the sobbing and sporadic exclamations
of protest coming from behind the immovable gag. When the body before him
would writhe and contort, fighting the binds or trying futilely to move
away from the probing digit, the man would patiently hold his manipulating
member inside the hole steadily in wait for the movements to subside, then
continue his task as though no interruption had occurred. The scenario
continued like this until the man had successfully worked four now well
lubed fingers into the stretched cavity.

During this violation Jeremiah's mind reeled from one emotion to the
next. He went from being terrified beyond his wits to being angry and ready
to fight free of his bonds and torments to cowering inside him self and
simply accepting that he was here and had no way to leave in the time it
took the man at his ass to work up to two fingers. By the time three were
rhythmicly pumping in and out and massaging about his sphincter muscle,
Jeremiah was beginning to enjoy the manipulation.  The enjoyment was mixed
with a displeasure of the growing ache in his cock and balls. As the
fingers ran across Jeremiah's prostate he would find his body shivered with
pleasure, which also caused his aching cock to pulse within the contraption
confining it's engorgement. This only caused further throbbing and aching,
though Jeremiah could also tell there was a steady stream of pre cum
drooling from the opening of his cock and collecting into a puddle is his
thatch of pubic hair above the shafts base. The puddle cooled in the air of
the room. In Jeremiah's hyper sensitive state, the tendrils dripping down
his sides from this puddle were like icicles cutting through the heat of
his skin. The obvious enjoyment his body felt contrasted with the terrified
violation his mind was going through. The confusion, the anxiety, the fear,
the pleasure all brought Jeremiah to an oddly comforting apathy. Eventually
his body lie lax in his bonds. His vocal cords, harsh now from screaming,
only came to life for the eventual moan or grunt. The mans four fingers
slid in and out of Jeremiah's hole with almost no resistance from the
muscles. the unremarkable lips beneath the rubber hoods mouth opening
smiled a very satisfied grin, showing for the first time that the smiles
barer had any emotion for the situation.

The fingers left Jeremiah's stretched opening. He felt empty. He felt
lonely. He was cold and hot at the same time. His body ached from fighting
the restraints as did his cock and balls. He was little more then a
violated hunk of meat reserved to his circumstances. Terrified to actually
acknowledge what was taking place and at the same time unable to escape
it's reality. He couldn't help but feel the loss of fullness. The aching
throb of his cock. The cooling puddle of pre cum collecting and dripping
down his sides continuously. The phallus stuffed in his mouth as well as
the drool pooling in the sides of the hood strapped snugly over his
head. The bonds at his ankles, wrists and waist. The sounds of the chains
echoing through the room was no longer starling. The chill of the room
didn't seem as harsh. His heart and breathing seemed to have reached a
steady rhythm. He was almost euphoric.

The calm moment was only marred by a low rustling as the apparent captor
rummaged inside of some sort of bag Jeremiah couldn't quite see. Jeremiah
idly listened to the motions taking place outside of his vision. He heard a
zipper, the sound of canvas or nylon rubbing itself as it was moved. He
heard a few clunks and scrapes of metal here or there. The metal pieces
were drug along the concrete floor to Jeremiah's exposed end. Another bag
was un zipped and opened. A few more sounds of rummaging and the tormentor
produced a large dildo. It was large then the mans four fingers had
been. Large enough that his rubbered hand could not encase it's latex shaft
with a space of about two inches between the fingers and thumbs. The man
plopped the large latex cock on top of Jeremiah's stomach, in his plane
view, and went back to the metal pieces. As Jeremiah stared at the dildo
which he had no doubt would soon be buried deep within his guts, he also
listened to what sounded like the man assembling something. The familiar
clank of metal pieces fitting together, the screech of metal on metal as
bolts were turned into place. While his physical self hardly reacted to the
obviousness of what was to come, his mind wondered if it would be able to
handle it. Soon the dildo was lifted off of his stomach, and he could feel
it being pressed against his prepared hole.

The man worked slowly, stretching the hole open even more a little at a
time. The head was barely even into the hole before he could see the body
reacting to it's pressure. Jeremiah's cock throbbed and pushed out a bit of
pre cum as the head was rotated and pressured into his strained hole. The
man was patient and calm with his progress. He pushed in and out slowly and
with presence measure on the pressure, adding a little more bit by bit as
the large dildo worked it's way in. He removed the phallus from the
entrance to Jeremiah's bowels several times to add more lube to the shaft
and head. As the false cock was worked deeper and deeper into his hole,
Jeremiah began to moan into his gag. He could feel the body of the intruder
working past his prostate slowly. Meticulously. He saw the mans head tilted
down, allowing the lens covered eyes to watch intently as the man worked
the hole with the dildo. He was succeeding in burying the thing more and
more. Finding the right direction to continues the push of seminal fluids
with the dildos every movement. Sliding the entirety of the shaft in and
out of the hole, making sure as much of the friction as possible was
centered on Jeremiah's prostate. When he had the dildo sliding in all the
way to it's base inside of Jeremiah's guts as well as the pressure
positioned so it would constantly push and stroke Jeremiah's now sensitive
prostate over and over, the man affixed the dildos base to an arm coming
out of what Jeremiah recognized as a fucking machine.

The man stood back and took a look at the dildo secured in place by the
wells stabilized and unrelenting fucking machine. Everything was positioned
perfectly. Jeremiah's cock was bobbing as it throbbed and drooled held
tightly by the tight rings of the device affixed over the bloated
appendage. His hole was wrapped snugly and excessively well lubed for the
large dildo buried deep inside of it.  The machine was positioned so it
would move the dildo in the same motion that the man had seemed to get the
best result with while he worked over Jeremiah's puckered entrance. It's
feet were solidly held down by weights and it would not move if Jeremiah
attempted to clamp his muscles at any time. The scene was perfectly
prepared.

The man held a box in his lube covered rubber gloved hand. It had simple
dial controls on it's face which he began to slowly manipulate bringing the
fucking machine to life. Jeremiah's head lulled backward and a suppressed
moan came from behind his gag. His cock throbbed with a quickened rhythm
and his body went into small spasms as the cock in his ass moved incredibly
slowly in and out of his body. He could feel it's long, drawn out movements
rubbing along his prostate as it went. It felt to him as though his cock
were being stroked from behind it's flesh. His hole was sore and stretched
but moved smoothly over the device as it moved. In his relaxed resignation,
his body allowed the waves of pleasure to rake over his body from his head
to his toes. A pleasureful burning sensation was building within his
being. The speed of the cock within his ass picked up with a noticeable
kick and his moaning began to flow out uncontrollably. Behind the snug
leather hood and cock shaped gag drool was coating Jeremiah's face in
unchecked copious amounts. It mixed with sweat to play along the features
formed by Jeremiah's contorting face. His body was writhing, his mind was
lost, his cock was reacting to ever inward and outward thrust and his ass
had completely given into the unrelenting intruder. The man held the box
into Jeremiah bleary view and noticeably cranked the machines speed up. The
cock in Jeremiah's ass was pounding in and out, there was no waiver in
speed or pressure, no mercy, no weakness, the pistoning kept coming over
and over again with no sign of weighing. The shaft of the invader rubbing
and pushing against Jeremiah increasingly sensitive prostate. The cock
pulling out every single time to the base of the head then slamming back in
to it's base at an inhuman rate. Jeremiah let his eyes roll into the back
of his head as his moans turned to hysterical laughter. His mind was awash
with warm pleasure. His body felt as though it were being blanketed by the
most comfortable warm sheets he'd ever felt on his skin. His cock was
pouring out bolts of cum which splashed over his chest high enough to thud
against the leather of his hood. He could smell the seaman as it was
birthed into the air with ratcheting spasms over and over again.

He was panting, breathing hard between gasping laughter. Despite the
euphoria and seemingly amused reaction, Jeremiah could once again feel his
anxiety returning, his fear building. His mind finding a new clarity in the
release of orgasm. The introduction of stimulating chemicals. He felt the
fear in realizing that not only was the dildo in his ass not slowing down
or showing any signs of stopping, but the control box the man had been
holding was now sitting on the floor, alone, held by nothing but the
concrete floor where the man had only seconds before been standing.  His
eyes darted about the room and his head swiveled back and forth on his
shouldered till he finally spotted the man just has he was slipping out of
view. A second latter the familiar loud screeching of the invisible
entrance opening and closing echoed through the room. Jeremiah lie
helplessly, laughing with hysterical fear and nervousness. Gasping for air
as tears once again streaked out of his eyes. The machine fucked on,
unyielding, pumping in and out at supper high spreads, battering Jeremiah's
prostate over and over again. He could feel the sensation of his cock being
jerked off from the inside more then he could before, it hurt and felt
entirely euphoric. His cock was beyond aching now and simply hurt
constantly. His ass was beginning to burn from the never ending
friction. After what felt like an hour or two, Jeremiah's laughing had
returned to sobs. His body was exhausted and refused to move as he willed
it too. His ass felt bruised on the inside, his hole violated beyond
recognition, the speed had not been slowed. The man had not returned and he
could he was on the edge of another orgasm. He was baffled at how his body
could possibly allow itself to be taken by such manipulations. He felt
guilty for the enjoyment. He felt debased and scoffed at by his own
physical form. As the ache in his testicles reached a new hight and his
cock began spewing forth more cum due to the constant stimulation on his
prostate, Jeremiah's eyes closed, and he passed out into oblivion.

He woke with a start. His body jumping to it's feet, a yell flooding from
his mouth. He was alert, he was mobile, he was standing in his cubicle in
front of his computer. The office was now full with late arrivals, which
was not an uncommon practice in the office were Jeremiah worked. Though the
shocked and bewildered look on his colleges faces pointed out that his
sudden outburst was incredibly out of place. Almost as soon as he realized
where he was and how strangely everyone was looking at him, Jeremiah
realized his body also felt incredibly weak, he almost fell back into the
chair from which he had jumped, ungracefully catching him self just before
he landed and began setting himself to rest bashfully back in the
seat. Nothing made any sense and he was entirely confused. He winced as he
felt a jab deep in his gut when his ass pressed flushed with the desk
chair. His eyes shot open huge as he realized something was buried deep
inside of his ass and seemed to be held in place by something else that was
also connected to his cock and balls. He shot back up out of the seat, the
people in his office still staring at him. He took a quick scan of his
cubicle trying to decide what his next movement should be. He noticed
immediately that his computer screen was blank, no browser windows, only
the unfinished work from earlier. The clock on his desk top showed plainly
that at least three hours had passed since he'd last looked at it. His mind
almost shattered at this realization. Unable to handle the reality it was
being forced to take in, it once again reverted to a more animal thought
process, the only thing is said to Jeremiah's body was RUN!

He moved quickly. He could tell by the looks on the faces of those in his
office that he looked insane. His eyes were darting in every direction as
he looked for any face that might seem un confused by his actions. Paranoid
plots were developing as he made his way out of the cubicle room and into
the nearest hallway. He had no initial direction though he soon decided the
bathroom was the best place to head. He ran into the tiled room and
straight to a stall. He dropped his pants quicker then he ever had in his
life and stared slack jawed down at his groin. Strapped to him, securely
and snugly was what appeared to be a steel belt. It encased his gentiallia
behind a solid cup which was locked securely by a padlock. Metal bands held
tightly around his waist were laced through the same ring holding the lock
to the cup. He could feel that the cup seemed to hold onto his manhood
behind it's mirrored surface, it was obviously more then just a shield but
Jeremiah could not decipher from feeling alone what other tortures it might
have in store for him. He could however follow the feeling of a strap of
metal attached to the bottom of the cup below his protected testicles,
hinged on an odd swivel joint leading up his crack. He traced the rod with
his hands and found that in it center, between the waist belt to which it
was secured and his taint, there was an opening, a device attached to the
belt which seemed to be holding his hole open very widely, much like a plug
would, only this was seemed designed to be completely un-obstructive, save
for the natural clamping Jeremiah might otherwise be able to do with his
anus.

The implications of such a device swam around in Jeremiah's head as he
lowered himself onto the toiled, pants still down around his ankles,
chastity belt exposed within the safety of the bathroom stall. He had no
idea what had just happened. His body was sore, his ass felt as though the
sphincter was swollen and well worked, his prostate was nagging his with
throbs of having obviously been battered, his cock and asshole were locked
away from Jeremiah's control by some mysterious chastity device. He'd never
left the office as far as he could remember, he blinked, he was gone, he
passed out he was back. He'd been raped. Raped by both man and machine for
what seemed to have been three hours. He was terrified. He thought about
running back into the office and telling people about what he'd just
experienced, but he knew as soon as he did he'd lose his job. With no
knowledge of where he'd been, how he'd gotten their, or any idea how to
prove any of it, his employers would simply let him go for the pure
admittance of surfing porn from the work computers. For many of the same
reasons, as well as the humiliation of the entire ordeal, he couldn't see
going to the cops. He couldn't even remember which web site had set off all
those pop up windows. As tears once again formed in his eyes, Jeremiah
began to hyperventilatie. Sitting on the toilet in this predicament, he'd
never felt so alone, so violated and out of control. He was confused and
out of his mind.

As his cell phone chirped loudly to alert him that someone was calling he
jumped high from the toilet, slamming back down onto his chastity device,
driving the odd device in his anus into his sensitive prostate. He
whimpered and saw a slight dribble of pre cum drip out of a few unseen
holes at the base of his cocks shielding. He breathed deeply trying to
fight off the dizziness and anxiety as he looked at his phone, it was his
immediate supervisor Darren. He decided he had to answer it, he had to
answer whatever questions Darren asked, but most importantly he had to
inform Darren that he was going home early for the day. He did so quickly,
explaining to Darren tat something had happened during lunch, something
really bad that he couldn't speak about. Darren said it must have been
something horrible which would explained the three hour long absence. This
only solidified the idea that Jeremiah had in fact left the office without
any recollection of doing so. He was excused, but asked to come in to speak
with Darren immediately the next day to explain his tardiness. He made his
way back to his desk, sheepishly avoiding eye contact with anyone else in
the office, grabbed his things and headed home.