Chapter 8 THWWTHW (A Series of Unfortunate Events)

Ben,19, lived in the slums of San Antonio. Loved clubbing. Started taking drugs not long ago. Hooked but dirt poor. Was planning to substitute the real deal for horse shit if he couldn't get a decent job to fund his cravings soon.

But just when he thought things were going to balance out, his dealer became impatient and dragged him to a pimp so they could make him work for the debts he owed.

Ben stole from his client, took a bus to Dallas. Was planning to work his way into New-York where he believed he could hide away.

But unknown to him, when he was brought in, he was drugged and a tracker was implanted in his body. Unknown to him, once you get into the Czarna Pantera black market network, the only way out was by death. Even if he had stayed and worked off his debt, he would never be free. There were a lot of ways in, but one way out.

Death.

When Ben got to Dallas, men were waiting for him. All they had to do was wait for him to sleep off in the rundown, smelly, damp hotel room he could afford. After midnight, they snooped in, injected him in his sleep and took him back to San Antonio.

When Ben woke up, he was tied to the cross of Saint Andrew and some guy named Rolph now wanted to have sex with him.

This for Ben was worse than becoming a prostitute. After all, he would still get to fuck beautiful women and get paid for it.

As a child brought up the catholic way, Ben detested homosexuality and hated them in private just like his deadbeat father taught him.

Back in school, he joined in bullying fags and greens as they called them.

But now, just look at him. Ben felt like the time of reckoning had come and no one on earth could save him.

After getting flogged for the first time in his life, Ben knew the best thing to do was to obey this man who insisted on giving him pleasure he didn't need nor ask for.

He knew that he should be enjoying what the man was doing to him but the thought of a man doing it filled him with so much disgust, he wanted to puke.

Lucky enough, just when he thought he couldn't hold it in any more, the man gave him another pill and stepped out of the room.

He signed with relief.

Not long after, Ben started feeling hot. It started slowly but when it spread to his groin area, his manhood became engulfed with the heat and became erect.

The clamp was still attached to his nipples and very painful.

Surprisingly, when the heat got to his nipples, the pain changed. He couldn't explain it. All he knew was that he was enjoying the pain and didn't mind it so much any more.

When the man had made him wear a strange waist belt with his penis encased in an iron tube, he had used a long, thick thread to tie the vibrator to his neck collar and left it dangling on his body and resting on his waistline just above where his penis started.

The vibrator was still buzzing against his manhood and sending tingling shocks across his waistline making him want to twist dance.

With the heat circulating his body, Ben went crazy. He had started twisting his waist. The buzz had spread from his waist to his thighs, then his legs and now he is curling his toes, lifting up his waist and twisting it in a bid to not escape the electrifying sting of the vibrator.

It was sending orgasmic sensations he had never felt through his body and making his head light. He couldn't think. It was making his hot manhood pulsate, jerk and strain. It was making him miserable because his manhood was imprisoned. But he loved it. The pain mixed with pleasure had him groaning and grunting.

He lost control of his body. His rod needed to stretch out but it was trapped. He could feel it struggling to escape but there was no way out. He needed to touch his manhood. He needed to touch his nipples. He needed to put his hands in his hair and pull it. Ben couldn't explain it but he needed to be touched. If only he could free his hands, he could have helped himself like he does once in a while.

The vibrator kept buzzing, sending waves upon waves of intense sensations down his legs, making his toes curl. Ben was gasping.

It became so intense, he felt like he was about to 'cum' but no matter how intense the urge was, nothing was coming out.

His penis started hurting him pretty bad. The pressure was too much and all he could do was twist around, arc his torso up, jerk, moan, hiss, grunt and gasps.

Just when Ben thought he was going to die because of the pleasure and pain coursing through his nerves, the door opened and Rolph stepped in pushing a rotating, leather office chair.

The first thing that assaulted him was Ben's voice, caught in between pain and pleasure.

He watched the boy who had his eyes closed and his head flung backward as he jerked and twisted on the bed. Grunting and moaning

"...haaa...oh...shit...haa..oooh...asses... haaaw....ooh....aaah...mm mm...mmm...!"

Rolph smiled.

" He is a screamer. Good." Rolph smirked.

Rolph stopped the chair in front of the mirror and discarded his robe. He was wearing nothing.

He stood in front of the mirror and rubbed his hands over his body.

At 6ft plus with a broad chest, not overly bulging biceps, narrow torso, taunted breasts, black, hard nipples on hard, well molded breath plates and six hard packs with the seventh and eight coming along soon, a small waist that complimented his narrow torso and butt cheeks with some nicely round meat, well packed thanks to his bicycle riding hobby, Rolph considered himself sexy.

Not only him, almost everybody did.

Rolph loved his body and took good care of it.

He was so conscious of how he looked, he went to tattoo dark permanent eyeliners below his eyes. It was so vivid people thought he wore real eyeliners. The dark tattoo made his eyes color deeper and shiny.

His personal barber visited twice a month and he shaved twice in a week to maintain his short, well trimmed bear studs. He liked the way it made him look older than his 20 years and the sex appeal it oozed.

Satisfied with his look, Rolph sat on the chair, closed his eyes and mentally connected with Ben's moans, filled with pain and pleasure.

He found it exciting.

He slowly took his bulge in his hands and started rubbing it slowly. Gradually, it started getting hard and before long Rolph's rod that was 4 inches when resting soon stood up in all of its 8 inches glory.

Ben opened his eyes and through the haze of pain and pleasure, he saw Rolph masturbating not far away. The sight of Rolph's handsome and sensual face heightened his sensitivity.

"Please help me. I need to cum. It's so painful... haa..aaaaass... hhhaaaaw....mm mm.....please!"

Unable to take it anymore, Ben started crying. He was in excruciating pain and would do anything to make it go away.

The cry of pain pierced through Rolph's consciousness and he lost the arousing connection he had with Ben's voice.

He opened his eyes and saw Ben crying.

Rolph swirled his chair over to the bed and smirked at Ben.

"Tell me. What do you want?