VBox

Zac had a relatively short list of guesses for what Penetrator might be and Zapper sounded very intimidating, so he chose VBox without much deliberation.

Quickly, Red slid open a panel in one of the walls, pulling out the pill-shaped container Zac had seen on the screen. He was surprised that it measured about seven feet long and stood three feet off the ground, having expected it to attach around his penis. Calvin began unlocking his cuffs while Red opened the top half of the VBox, pulling down a short metal ladder from its side.

"What does it do?" Zac asked as Calvin pulled him toward the machine.

"Depends on the person," Calvin replied, "Through some pretty complicated procedures that I don't really understand, it will tease out information about all your most erotic stimulants to keep you flying off the thrill. I've tried it myself. You can spend hours in this thing and it feels like minutes, or you can spend minutes and it feels like hours."

With this answer, Zac decided that he'd chosen correctly. At least it wouldn't hurt, from the sound of things. Zac stepped up into the pill, using Calvin's shoulder as a support. Lining the base of the pill was a large cushion which seemed to form-fit around Zac's body as he rested into it. There was a small dividing wall between his legs, not quite reaching his crotch, but fairly close.

Zac wanted to ask more questions, but before he could Red slammed the lid shut. He tried to lift it back open, to no avail. Zac took a look at his surroundings. It was a pretty tight fit. If he'd been claustrophobic, this would have been maddening. There were two layers to the container: an opaque white outer shell and a glass or heavy-plastic transparent inner shell. Zac reached up to touch the inner shell. It was definitely bulletproof glass.

Suddenly, there was a bright flash of light and a monitor appeared above his head, seemingly built into the outer shell. It flickered a few times in a mesmerizing flurry of shapes and colours before the word 'Pre-show' appeared. The title faded out and a picture came into focus.

It was playing the same video as the hotel room television. Some time had clearly passed, as the young man bound inside the wooden box was drenched in sweat, cum and mucus dripping from his nose. He was unable to reach up and clean it off, because his hands were trapped in the box. The camera pivoted to show his rear, a sizeable penis pulling out of the loose hole. His ass was thoroughly gaped and sopping with what could only be a concoction of lube and sperm. From this angle, he could see that there was a long trail of men leading into the room and lining up, presumably to use his holes. He noticed that the young man was wearing a chastity device, ample precum forming a viscous droplet near the opening. His balls were covered in red marks, as if they'd been recently lashed.

The young man's head fell down in exhaustion, but his rest didn't last long. Within a minute, two more men, a tall, young one with a thin, narrow cock and a stocky older man wearing a leather jockstrap, approached him from the front and back, respectively. The younger one grabbed the bound man's flopping head and immediately **** his member all the way down his throat, reaching his hairy testicles. The bound boy gagged after a few seconds of being held down, more slime rocketing out of his nose. The older one grabbed a large dildo, at least four inches in diameter and a ten in length, and slid it into the gaping asshole. The ease with which it entered both disturbed and aroused Zac. The two men continued to **** his holes until the younger one had cum twice and the older one had upgraded to a dildo probably six inches wide, proceeding to fuck his ass and paint his guts, temporarily, with his own batter.

Unexpectedly, the screen flicked off and Zac realized he'd started jerking off while he was watching. He was disgusted with his self, and also surprised that he hadn't cum. He was desperately horny, but never even came close.

He heard a pulsing tone ringing directly into his ears, and when he turned to find its origin, noticed that there was something fixed around his head. It must have slid on while he was distracted.

A robotic, yet somehow erotic, voice came on: "How did you like that? Not the movie. The trance. It feels good to sink into a trance and get deep into a fantasy, doesn't it?"

Zac didn't reply. He assumed it was a rhetorical question, by the tone.

"I scanned your brain while you were watching that clip. I know you're quite masochistic, even if you don't know it yet."

Zac's eyes widened with fear, arousal, and confusion resulting from the mix.

"I already know the truth, but be completely honest with me: do you want to experience what he's experiencing right now? I can make that happen. I can take you right into his mind."

This question wasn't rhetorical, although Zac wondered whether the machine really could do this, and feared the implications if so.