Case File #097: Director vanquished

[Author's note: This chapter is adapted from someone else's story I saved on my PC some years ago, and to which I surrendered countless loads. Feels like a fitting end to this saga; thank you to all those who stuck with our "hero" till the very end. So long ~]

Peter’s head felt funny, he tried to move and suddenly realized that he couldn't. His hands were restrained in ropes that were suspended from the ceiling. His legs were cuffed to bars and spread open enough to expose his private parts. His head was free to move around, and he saw that he was in a park in some city. There were people everywhere. He tried to scream for help but nobody responded. He tried for several minutes, but to no avail.

Suddenly he realized that his bowels felt funny; specifically, they felt rather full. He looked down and realized that he was naked! He felt movement in his ass and he quickly noticed what was moving within his most private of spots. In between his legs was a dildo attached to a machine! It was slowly pumping in and out of him; an inch or so would go in then pull back out. As the dildo slowly fucked his ass, he realized he was in what must have been a box with 1-way mirrors for walls. He was overcome with shame and embarrassment as he saw all of the people around him and imagined that they could all see him.

"Hello there my pet, how are you feeling?" cooed a feminine voice that seemed to come from a speaker above him and which Peter recognized as belonging to the tormentress Mistress Coco. His heart sank. He had finally been captured.

"Why am I here? Don’t you usually have a ship?" he asked while trying to keep the panic out of his voice.

"Well you are the Director after all, seems fitting to have a more unique environment for the coup de grace of the Agency,” Coco taunted. "Are you ready to have some fun? It's okay if you are starting to feel urges baby, just let those urges overwhelm you. All men feel these urges when I do this to them," she said mischievously as he became more and more erect with every thrust of the dildo.

"My goodness you are so hard already? I've only got the tip in and you are leaking so much! What a naughty boy you are. I think you're ready for a little more of my dildo, eh?" Peter looked down between his legs at the imposing dildo and gulped. With that he felt the dildo start pumping in and out of him much deeper than before. He instantly let out a moan, as 4 inches of rubber dildo pumped in and out of his ass. He felt his cock twitch and throb more rapidly and saw that he had an almost constant flow of clear fluid leaking from his now rock hard cock.

"Okay Director, let's make this interesting, we're gonna play a game. I always play a game with a newly captured slav*. Here are the rules: I'm going to change the tempo of the dildo to one long stroke followed by 3 short strokes, and I will add another short stroke every minute. If you can last until the 1-long-10-short stage, you win your freedom. If, however, you lose control before then…I’m sure you know what will happen, don’t you Director?" As she finished talking his heart rate increased as panic crept into his mind, but that was soon replaced with an overwhelming sense of lust. The dildo was thrusting all the way in and out of his ass at a snail’s pace one time before doing 4 very fast, shallow thrusts in quick succession. Peter had to admit that it was getting hard to contain his desire to ejaculate all over the floor beneath him. All he could think was don't cum, don't cum, don't cum. He knew that thinking about cumming wasn't helping but it was all he could do not to cry out and just let go of the churning tide of semen in his balls.

Without warning, another short thrust was added to the tempo. He felt his cock pulse and quiver more intensely and then looked down only to see his dark red head release another bead of precum. As more and more precum trickled from his quivering cock he knew that if things got any more intense he'd have trouble holding back. He looked out in front of him and, to his dismay, spotted a hot woman approaching his reflective prison.

She was a swimmer; there must have been a lake or some ocean coastline nearby that he couldn't see. She was wearing a tiny string bikini that barely contained her overflowing breasts and a g-string that left almost nothing to the imagination. She was laughing and looking over her shoulder. He looked where she was looking and spotted a muscular man jogging up to her, who was trying hard not to stare at her ample mounds.

He suddenly felt another thrust added to the tempo and couldn't believe it had been another minute already. His mind suddenly realized that the dildo in his ass felt really good. His cock was throbbing and pulsating almost non-stop at this point. At that moment the woman passed a bottle of sunblock to the man and asked him to help her with it. The guy took this opportunity to grope as close to her breasts as possible. Judging by that, they were probably only friends. It was at that moment Mistress Coco spoke up again.

"Uh oh is somebody about to lose my little game? You've lasted for so long, don't lose it now and squirt your load. All you can do is stare at them and hope that your cock doesn't let any of that white stuff come out. God she's such a slut isn't she, teasing her friend like that, who actually wears a bikini like that out in public?" she said mockingly.

"Fuck! Please stop, please!" he begged as Coco’s verbal teasing began to push him closer to the edge. Just then another stroke was added to the tempo making that 1 long stroke and 6 short quick strokes. There was no way he could win this game unless the couple left soon. He bit his lip and clenched his knuckles white trying to hold back the rising tide.

Then the girl spoke. "It's so hot these days," she commented as she casually untied the single string holding her obscene bikini together and flung it away. The man's jaw dropped as he tried and failed to tear his eyes away from his friend's breathtaking exposed tits. A single tear streaked down his face as a 7th short stroke was added. He shook his head in despair as he approached the point of no return.

Just then they began to leave, the girl unabashedly topless and looking like sex on a stick, and suddenly there was a flash of hope that maybe he could hold back his inevitable climax. But his hopes were dashed as he felt an 8th stroke added to the tempo. He looked down at his tortured, achy cock and just knew that there was no way he could hold back now.

"Look at me my naughty little boy," Coco tutted as the image of an arrogant blonde with a earpiece appeared in front of him. “Yes I am Mistress Coco, and I am about to make you lose." With that he saw her pull down the zip of her top, unveil her sexy black bra and pull that aside a little to show off her pierced nipples.

That was it. With a sinking heart, Peter let go of the cock muscles he was clenching tightly and surrendered. “UUUURRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH” He roared as his penis began unleashing ropes of cum so strong and so thick that he couldn't remember ever ejaculating so hard. His cock was swaying and swinging about wildly as it continued its torrent of hot goo; he grunted with every spurt as he felt the most intense orgasm of his life.

"How does it feel Director? You're squirting so much cum for me aren't you?" Coco asked as she shook her breasts provocatively up and down. "Needy little boys like you can't help but squirt, squirt, squirt their hot little loads. You're making such a big mess for me," she said mockingly as his seemingly unending ejaculation continued.

"I guess you liked our little game. I'm gonna leave now, but don't worry I've got cameras all over that little box so I'm still watching and I can still hear you." With that she blew him a kiss, shook her cleavage at him, stood up and walked away. As he panted, unable to form coherent thoughts from the avalanche of orgasms he just had, he heard her speak up again. "I'm leaving you with a special present, my naughty little pet. Because you've been such a slutty little boy I've got one last tempo for you." He saw her wave and then press on her phone as she walked away. Nothing seemed to happen at first; then he felt an intense vibration begin to emanate from deep inside of his ass; at that moment he knew exactly what was about to happen. Before he could even react he let out a groan as the dildo continued to vibrate right on his prostate. He felt the dildo begin to squirt jet after powerful jet of lube into him, his ass was so full that some lube began to leak out of him even as he was fucked by the fake cock deep inside of him.

He moaned as he felt his cock begin to tremble again. He felt a wave of intense pleasure wash over him as his needy cock continued to release its pent-up contents. He felt his pubic muscles quiver and quake as they forc*d out his white-hot ejaculate. His mind became clouded with dirty thoughts of cumming, ejaculating, spraying his nasty load all over his captor's impressive tits. He thought of coating her face and chest with a thick layer of his white hot cum. As one orgasm rolled into the next he found himself feeling overwhelmed. He couldn't stop ejaculating.

"Oh my god I can't stop cumming, please make it stop..." he trailed off as his eyes rolled back into his skull while his poor cock once again released onto the floor. He let out a sorrowful moan as the dildo continued its relentless and merciless interaction with his prostate, knowing no amount of prayers would save him from his ordeal.

Later on Television...

"Breaking news from New York,” said a female announcer. “At 3:45 AM EST this morning, a mysterious locked box measuring 5 feet by 5 feet by 7 feet in Central Park was detonated by the FBI, and its contents were certainly eye-raising. While the FBI is refusing to release any information, multiple witnesses claim to have seen a massive puddle of milky white semen at least 8 in…inches across,” the female announcer stumbled as she suddenly realized just how many orgasms it would take a man to make a puddle that size. “The eyewitnesses also attested to the presence of bondage devices in the box as well as a penetrative sex toy, suggesting that this was a sexual kidnap, although the FBI asserts that no victim has been found. A source within the FBI leaked the fact that the male ejaculate belonged to Director Peter of the now defunct Agency, a private organization investigating male slavery operations but which was reported to have lost countless agents to the elusive dominatrix named Mistress Coco. Has the Director fallen into the hands of the Mistress? We will bring you updates as they come along.”