Wake Up

You wake up, your ass throbbing and raw, you can sense air against your swollen and still gaping asshole. You can't see anything and your face is swollen and bruised, a thick layer of cum coating every inch of skin you can feel.

You try to move only to find you seem to be restricted by some kind of metal cuffs. You begin to panic and barely hear the sound of a whirring noise.

A warm, soft, and vibrating feeling is enveloping your penis. Polishing your head and quickly working you towards orgasm. As your senses come back online you notice that pungent scent from before is all around you, so strong you can't believe you didn't notice it before. What little movement you can muster causes a slight sloshing sound.

This all registers are you are cresting your climax, and just as you almost reach it the movement stops. Something gropes and twists your balls, massaging them.

The sensation starts again, building more and more, never letting you cum. You're a sweating, trembling mess with a the contraption consistently changing tactics. Brushes polishing the head, a pumping sensation like a blow job, vibrating sounding, anything you could think of.

Time was meaningless, all you wanted was to come but you never could. You realized why that man was so horny and why he had so much cum.

He had been trapped in this box, no way out for centuries based on his ancient sounding language and look. He had precum so much he had started to fill the box and as you law there, barely able to think just wanting to shoot so bad. You don't know how much longer you can take, but who will ever come looking for an amnesiac at the bottom of a cave in a box.

The man before you had been tormented for so long he had essentially lost his mind, and now you have taken his place.