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Ollie was a grimy, overstimulated, shuddering mess, his limbs sore and aching in their tight bondage, and he blinked through his tears as the light flooded into the box he was packed in. Jack stood above him, still smirking, and twirled the light-knife in his hands thoughtfully.
“Ooh, they sent a fully intact toy, too! Not really my thing, but at least I’ll get to customize you to my heart’s content. Now, let’s see…” Jack knelt down and sliced the front of the box open and pulled it apart, spreading Ollie’s legs even further to the side. Jack inspected them, then sighed. “Looks like I’ll have to do this in pieces…” he muttered, then took the light knife and started sliding it through Ollie’s shin, just below the knee. Ollie screamed into the gag as it sliced cleanly through his flesh, cauterizing and healing as it went, and Jack just kept slicing, until first his lower leg and then his kneecap fell away, leaving Ollie with just his thigh, which fell forward as the supporting bondage was no longer attached to it. Ollie’s eyes were rolling in his head as he screamed with pain, the sound barely audible around the dildo still stuffing his mouth, and Jack efficiently moved on to the other leg, repeating the process. He then reached around, unhooking Ollie’s upper restraints from the box and pulling him forward, and the light knife came down once again, this time at the top of Ollie’s bicep. Slowly and carefully, Jack carved Ollie’s arms away until his shoulders were smooth, rounded lumps, absolutely useless for anything. Ollie still had the thick collar attached to his neck, so now even though it wasn’t anchored to anything any longer he still couldn’t turn his head or move it up or down, and his throat worked against it as he sobbed and shook, overwhelmed with pain and pleasure, as Jack hadn’t removed any of the vibrating dildoes and so even as his limbs were carved from his body, Ollie was wracked with the awful, overwhelming pleasure that had consumed his world since he first closed himself into the box.
Jack laid Ollie down, looking at his leg stumps thoughtfully, then proceeded to carve those away as well, shaping them into a gentle taper from his ass around to his front, leaving nothing behind that Ollie might use for leverage. Ollie sobbed and stared pleadingly at him, but with his head still locked into place and his mouth stuffed full, he could do nothing but lie there and take it. Jack finally finished his work and sat back with a satisfied smile. “There, that’s much better! Now, let’s see…” Jack contemplated Ollie’s twitching torso, then snapped his fingers. “I don’t need a toy that can piss, that sounds like it’ll be too much of a mess, so let’s get that fixed up!” Jack removed the dildo from Ollie’s front hole and Ollie’s eyes widened as Jack pulled a q-tip and a tube of superglue out of his pocket. He slathered the q-tip with superglue, then pressed it firmly to Ollie’s urethra and slowly began to work it in. The superglue was still wet, so it was a little slippery, but not enough, and the drag of dry cotton as it was shoved up Ollie’s urethra was excruciating. He screamed into the dildo gagging him and tried to thrash, but Jack was strong and he held Ollie down with one hand, like it was nothing, while the other slowly and methodically filled his hole with the superglue covered q-tip. Finally, finally, the entire q-tip had been shoved inside of Ollie and Jack topped it off with another dollop of superglue at the entrance, firmly gluing Ollie’s urethra closed with it’s horrible intrusion inside it. Ollie’s face was shiny with tears, but Jack appeared to be unmoved. Ollie squirmed, the way his urethra was filled only highlighting the rest of the torture happening on his crotch, and Jack hummed happily as he inspected Ollie, flipping him this way and running his hands proprietarily over his body.
“I think, actually, that I don’t want a leaky toy at all – let’s see…” he trailed off, then pulled the superglue out of his pocket again and turned Ollie around so his head lay in Jack’s lap. Jack threw his legs over Ollie’s body, pinning him down, and proceeded to stick his fingers into Ollie’s left eye, prying the eyelid open as Ollie flinched and squirmed. Jack dropped a dollop of superglue on Ollie’s eye and spread it around as Ollie thrashed and screamed, but Jack was relentless, finally pulling Ollie’s eyelid down over his gluey eyeball and holding it closed as the glue bonded. Finally, when Ollie’s panicked thrashing had subsided a little, Jack checked, and Ollie’s eye was totally glued shut – he’d never be using that eye again. Jack spread a little glue along the edge, just sealing up any place where tears might still leak out, and then repeated the process with Ollie’s other eye. The effect was subtle – it just looked like Ollie’s eyes were closed. But looking closely, it was obvious that there was something wrong, as the eyelids twitched and jumped as Ollie reflexively tried to open his eyes and failed, eliciting more pain as the skin of his eyelids was now bonded irrevocably to his actual eyeballs. Jack smiled with satisfaction and stood, carrying Ollie over to a table. He rummaged a little bit, finally grabbing a bag that shifted and clinked, then sat down on a chair and flipped Ollie upside down, holding him between his knees and letting the top of his head rest on the floor, with Ollie’s torso squeezed between Jack’s knees for stability. He roughly stuck his fingers in Ollie’s front hole, spreading it wide, and put the mouth of the bag to it, then began to slowly pour it’s contents into Ollie’s hole. The tiny, smooth, heavy ball bearings poured into Ollie, stretching his hole internally as they weighted it down and spread it out, filling Ollie to the brim. At last, when no more ball bearings could fit and Ollie was stuffed full and groaning, Jack spread the superglue along the edges of Ollie’s labia and pinched the together, sealing his hole shut. Ollie keened at the pinch, and once it dried, Jack poked it thoughtfully.
“There we go…a nice clean seal. And look at your little dick sticking out of there, all hard and aching! It’s so adorable, just enough to torture.” Jack smiled a self satisfied smile, and Ollie whimpered around the gag.
Jack flicked Ollie’s dick hard, then flipped him over and set him on the table. Ollie heard shuffling for a moment, then the dildo in his asshole was slowly removed and a truly enormous cock was pushing up against the abused, slightly gaping pucker.
“The nice thing about packing materials is they leave you lubed up enough that this won’t hurt me…but let’s hope you’ve got some experience in anal, or I might be breaking you early, little toy.” Jack chuckled darkly, then began to push his dick into Ollie’s ass. It slid in on the messy remnants of lube and internal mucous fairly smoothly, but it was larger than the dildo and Ollie thrashed, his ruined eyes trying to roll back in his head and a wail muffling itself on the dildo gagging him as Jack’s cock speared him open. It was unnaturally large, larger than it had been the last time they played, and Ollie could feel it pressing into him until his belly bulged obscenely around it. Jack groaned and began working Ollie on his cock, holding him around the waist and using him as nothing so much as an oversized fleshlight. Ollie squirmed and whimpered and sobbed, all muffled, choked sounds as he felt Jack’s cock re-arranging his internal organs and ruining his asshole as Jack used him for his pleasure, heedless of the strain on Ollie’s body. Finally, Jack slammed into him and held him still, and Ollie felt the warmth of Jack’s cum pouring into his abused intestines. Jack slowly pulled himself out of Ollie’s abused hole and tucked Ollie upside down under his arm, leaving Ollie hanging slightly upside down. He kicked off his pants and made his way across the apartment to the bathroom, where he set Ollie on the floor and rummaged for a moment before pulling out a fat plug with a hose leading off from it.
“Time to clean you out – it’s up to you with what. I’m going to pull your gag out, now, and if you stay quiet and drink everything I give you, it’ll just be soap in the enema. If you speak or spill, though, it’ll be liquid Tiger Balm mixed in, so, for your sake I hope you’re as skilled at drinking piss as you are at taking dick, though for my sake, well…” he trailed off, chuckling, and pushed the plug into Ollie’s asshole quickly and roughly, eliciting a muffled squeal. He set Ollie upright against the wall and pulled the gag out, and Ollie soon felt the tip of Jack’s dick pressing against his lips. He obediently opened his mouth, his body trembling with terror at the threat, and Jack let loose with a groan. Ollie swallowed desperately, but Jack’s piss was acrid and coming fast and as much has he tried, he ended up gagging and spilling mouthfuls down his chest. He felt tears welling below his closed tearducts and desperately tried to drink as much as possible, but Jack was already chuckling at he knew his efforts were in vain.
“Oh, that’s a sight I hoped to see – I do love getting my toys filthy. Now, you’ve only yourself to blame for the situation you’ve found yourself in, so no sense getting upset – not that you could do anything about it if you were, I suppose.” Jack’s stream trailed off and Ollie found himself flipped upside down again, and soon enough he felt the first trickle of water entering his guts. Jack hadn’t bothered with heating it, so even though it wasn’t icy, the room temperature water was still cold enough comparatively to Ollie’s body temperature that he shivered as it poured into him, and soon enough he was wailing and sobbing as the Tiger Balm soaked into his intestines, filling him with the most horrible burn he’d ever felt in his life. He writhed, trapped by Jack’s firm hands, as his guts slowly filled until he was as full as he could possibly get, his stomach hard and rounded and aching from the fullness and the burn. Jack closed off the tube, then turned Ollie over, running his hands over his face and into his mouth, the intimate touch somehow feeling more violating than the cock in his ass had been.
“I think I’m going to set you up with the urinal mouthpiece now – I think I want to see you choking on my piss and unable to cough it up.”
Ollie sobbed harder, but Jack was unmoved, merely leaning him against the cool tile of the bathtub and leaving for a minute. When he returned, he set several things down and pulled Ollie into his lap. “First things first, these teeth have got to go.”
Ollie felt Jack’s hand press on his jaw, painfully popping his mouth open, and he wailed as Jack set a pair of pliers against his front teeth and started pulling. He methodically worked his way through Ollie’s mouth, pausing every so often to cauterize the holes left in Ollie’s gums, until he had removed every single tooth from Ollie’s’ mouth and left him gasping and shaking. Next, he ran a line of glue into Ollie’s cratered gums, then pressed a wide mouthpiece into his mouth that forced it open as far as his jaw could go, his lips stretching around the short tube that was attached to it. Jack slide a finger under Ollie’s lips and lifted them, running glue underneath them and then pressing painfully down, until Ollie’s lips were bonded with the tube.
“Stick out your tongue, toy, as far as it’ll go.”
Ollie complied, breathless and scared, and he felt Jack catch his tongue with the pliers and pull it as far as it would reach.
“Just a little pinch, now,” Jack said, and he felt a hard guard pressing against the center of his tongue for a moment, then agonizing pain as the nail gun shot a nail at an angle through Ollie’s tongue, pinning it to the tube in a hideously uncomfortable stuck out position. “Gotta make sure you taste every drop that comes down the pipe, don’t I?” Ollie whimpered in response, and Jack laughed, bending the bottom of the nail down so it couldn’t slide out of position.
Jack fitted the tube coming out of Ollie’s mouth with an L-bend and a funnel, then propped Ollie against the wall again. “Now, here’s another advantage to being where we are – out elsewhere, you’d have to wait an hour or two for another good piss out of me. But here, I can piss as much as I want, and I want to fill you up, little toy.”
Ollie braced for the stream, and the first spurt soon hit the funnel and ran over his tongue, just as acrid as the previous time. He swallowed awkwardly, frantically trying to get it all down his throat as it built up in his mouth, with nowhere to go except to sit on his tongue and make him gag, until he was shaking and swallowing and choking and seriously concerned that he might pass out from lack of air. Finally, finally, the stream stopped and he choked down the last of the piss, his belly bulging even more obscenely as his stomach ballooned with piss, and his bladder was beginning to ache as his body processed it’s own urine, with nowhere for it to go.
“Let’s let you percolate for awhile, shall we? Now, I believe I haven’t given your little cock any love, and I wouldn’t want to neglect my toy! Let’s see…” Jack trailed off, then laid Ollie on his back and pulled the showerhead down. “First, though, let’s get you cleaned off,” he said, then blasted Ollie with cold water, laughing as he writhed and squealed, trying to escape the sharp cold, but Jack just laughed and roughly scrubbed Ollie down with a washcloth, tipping him side to side to clean him thoroughly. He scooped Ollie up when he was done and toweled him off, laughing as Ollie whimpered and cried as Jack’s hands put pressure on his full belly and filling bladder. Jack carried Ollie away and soon he was lying on a mattress, his crotch resting on Jack’s lap and his head between Jack’s knees. Jack idly tugged at Ollie’s cock, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, and Ollie panted, the pleasant sensation warring with the burning pressure in his gut and the ache in his mouth and tongue.
“Now this is the cutest little cock I think I’ve ever seen, and even after all that, it’s still aching for me, isn’t it? Now, I’m going to hurt this cock before I’m through with you, my toy, but today, I’m going to be so sweet to it – you’ve had a hard day, and you’ve been a very satisfying toy, so I think you deserve a nice time, don’t you?”
Ollie breathed deeply, unable to reply, but he managed a vaguely agreeing, hopeful noise, and Jack laughed again, then reached over and pulled out a vibrator.
“Now, I’m not patient enough to try to do this with just my hands, so let’s see how this feels, hum?” He flicked the vibrator on and Ollie heard it hum to life, and soon enough Jack was rolling Ollie’s cock between his thumb and the vibrator, and Ollie was shuddering his way through his first orgasm, the pleasure in his cock momentarily overwhelming the pain in the rest of his body. “Good boy, that’s one! Oh, I’m going to have to do this again when I can have my cock inside you,” Jack said, and then shifted his legs, bracketing Ollie in so even as he squirmed he couldn’t move away, and once more pinched Ollie’s cock between his thumb and the head of the vibrator.
Ollie’s second orgasm came quicker, leaving Ollie keening through the contraption in his mouth, and this time Jack didn’t stop, just kept the vibrator buzzing away as his thumb stroked Ollie’s cock against it, and Ollie felt himself beginning to fracture as he crested and fell and crested again, his nerve endings lighting up at the unending sensation and his stomach cramping as his muscle spasms irritated his burning colon. At some point, Jack began using his other hand to press on his bladder, rubbing circles into it as Ollie’s body processed all the piss he'd drunk, his bladder gradually swelling under Jack’s hands as the trapped liquid slowly but steadily distended Ollie’s bladder into uncomfortable fullness.
Finally, after an indeterminate amount of time, Jack clicked the vibrator off. Ollie was a dazed mess at that point, a sheen of sweat coating his skin, nipples beaded, and broken whimpers echoing out from the funnel still attached to his mouth. Jack smiled down at his toy, then scooped Ollie up once more. Ollie flopped bonelessly, too out of it to even respond, and Jack carried him back to the bathroom, rigging a harness for him that let him sway, suspended a couple of inches above the floor, in the shower. “It’s time to drink up again, pretty toy – are you aware enough in there to do that for me?” Ollie roused enough to nod his head shakily, and Jack ruffled his hair, looking pleased.
“Such a good little toy – now, get ready,” he said, and then Ollie felt the stream of piss hit the funnel. He gulped and swallowed, but it was harder now – his bladder was beyond painful, he was honestly surprised it hadn’t ruptured under the pressure, and his intestines were as full as they could get, leaving his belly taut and distended. As he swallowed Jack’s piss, he felt it filling up his stomach, the fullness leaving him choking under the ever flowing stream, and then, despite frantically swallowing, it just…stopped going down. Jack had filled him with piss so completely that it could no longer fit in his stomach and instead filled up his esophagus, rising so fast that Ollie barely had time to panic before he was underwater and the air he tried desperately to pull in from his nose only served to aspirate the piss into his lungs. He began spasming, his body frantically trying to breathe, but his struggle soon quieted as he lost consciousness and, without a whimper, Ollie slipped into the black.
Jack stopped the stream of piss when he saw Ollie’s head dip and the thrashing stop and he smiled to himself. He undid the harness and laid Ollie’s body down flat, then flicked his wrist and pulled up the play menu he’d spent a lot time customizing, and tapped the reset button. Ollie’s body shuddered, blinking out for a second, and then reappeared whole, lying naked on Jack’s shower floor, breathing slowly and softly in sleep. He picked Ollie up, flicking his fingers to leave the various liquids behind in the shower, and tucked him into bed – they’d negotiated a night of sleep after the first scene, and Jack was absolutely not going to jeopardize his opportunity to continue to play with Ollie by going back on their negotiations. As he showered off, winding down for bed himself, Jack thought once again that he was so incredibly lucky to be alive in a time that living full time in VR was a feasible option, and as he laid down to sleep, he felt practically giddy, despite his exhaustion, that he had the good fortune to have taken the Guro Express home the day he met Ollie.