You tell them to go away.

"Go away!" You yell at the door, but your voice cracks awkwardly as you say the words. You're not sure what it will accomplish but you're determined to stay defiant, however you can.

The feet remain standing behind the door, but the knocking stops. You stare at their shadow for a tense moment, then they leave. You breathe a sigh of relief only to hear the door open with a loud *CLUNK*. You feel your stomach drop with dread as the door swings open slowly. A terribly large man walks through the open door. His steel-toe boots clump on the concrete floor as he walks towards you, a large black apron swaying with each step. He is big and burly in a muscular way, a surprisingly timid walk, for his figure.Your heart races as he gets close to you, his humongous frame dwarfing your bound frame. Why did he come in!? What does he want!? Am I going to get ****!? I should have stayed quiet!

He grabs your head with a yellow kitchen gloved hand, and he begins to undo his belt. _I knew it. Why did I say anything!? _You reflexively try to pull your head back, but this man is large enough to keep you from moving, your bindings don't help either. With his zipper down, and his fly open, he rummages through his pocket. _What, did you forget to lock your door before you came to **** me? _He fishes out a little remote, very similar to a car dongle, and points it to the corner of the room behind him. Suddenly, the wall where your mannequin friends sit slides open, and they slide along the floor into the new hole in the wall. You strain your neck with all your might to see where it goes. ESCAPE POSSIBILITY? After the mannequins clear the wall, it slides closed, and you can hear the loud sound of pressure washers winding up. While you were distracted, the man slipped his limp cock out of his pants and shoved it into your face. You keep your mouth closed, and try to turn your head away.

"Suck it."

You shake your head has best you can under his grip. His odor is intense.

"Suck it." the noise of the power washer comes to full volume, "I'm here to help." he all but mumbles.

"HERE TO HEL--" He quickly shoves his limp dick into your mouth, and buries your nose into his pubes. How did I fall for that? You consider biting down, but you're sure he could easily snap your neck.

"I'm here to help" he says again, "You don't need to do anything, but you have to do something. They're watching, but they can't hear this. For now." He nods his head back ever so slightly to the pressure washer noise behind him.

You don't want to suck this man's cock, but it seems that he's being nice to you, if this can really be considered nice. You remain still, unavoidably breathing in his odor. You refuse to _do _anything, but you won't get yourself killed. He moves your head back away from his crotch, and back down again in a mockery of a blowjob. You can't believe this is happening, but you're sure you have **** in this. He is in complete control. He says he is trying to 'Help'. The limp prick in your mouth begins to fill with blood. You do your best to hold back a gag as the invader quickly swells in your mouth.

"She lied to you when she said you were chosen." He says, as he continues to grind his semi erect dick in and out of your mouth, "You were collateral damage. The real target was your friend Jess. You guys wouldn't let her go without a fight, even though you were both sloshed out of your minds. In this business, they take any freebie's they can get, so now you're all here to be trained."

You barely notice the cock in your mouth as you think over what he's telling you. Collateral Damage? At least we both fought for her, I guess.

"We don't have much time during the cleaning cycle, so listen carefully." Like I have any choice "Anytime someone enters this room, you'll either be sucking or fucking something. There's no way around it. But you shouldn't even be here, give me a few days to figure out a way to get you out of here. Cooperate in the meantime."

The pressure washer stops. Suddenly the charade is over, and the huge man begins to fuck your face rapidly. You gag and ****, making obscene noises with your mouth. In moments you feel a warmth in your mouth and a bitter salty taste. _He just came in my mouth! _He pulls his cock out of your mouth and shoots a rope of thick jizz onto your face. You cringe at the feeling, as you spit his cum onto the floor.

"Decent job, ****." He rumbles, "See you again tomorrow."

He turns and leaves in one fluid motion, for such a large man, he is very agile. You are left humiliated, but somehow hopeful. A fresh strand of some big bearded guy's cum on your forehead, bound and alone in a cell in some fucked up place. You can't trust that he really means to help you, but if he is, its probably the best chance you have to leave this place with your sanity intact. With nothing else to do, you wait for something else to happen.

After hours of waiting around, your stomach starts growling.

Great.