Not By Choice 3
by Wordshop
Jerry was alone at least for the moment, and the silence for the last few minutes seemed deafening. He could hear some sounds from the closed circuit television monitor and it's electronics, but that was it.
Just as Jerry was trying to begin to think of what to do, or how to escape, he heard a strange little moan come from the sound system. He looked up, and could see Curtis go into some kind of cramp or seizure. It was as if every muscle he had, had been tensed or flexed, as hard as he could do it. Even the muscles in his neck and jaw were tensed on a level he did not think was possible.
Curtis was again covered in sweat from his efforts, and his dick looked harder than ever. In fact, two strange things were taking place. It seemed as if the strength of the contraction in Curtis muscles was getting stronger, and, at the same time, the pressure on the erection was growing too. It looked almost shiny from the strength and stretching of the skin. The seizure lasted about five minutes, and then it released completely. Curtis let out a gasp and then collapsed. As he collapsed for a few minutes, he gasped for breath, and then relaxed more and more looking like he had fallen to sleep from the exhaustion. As this happened, the monumental erection went soft. It looked strange, it was soft, but either it was not completely soft, or it had somehow gained in size.
Jerry was scared, really scared for the first time in his life, and he started to struggle at his bonds. Thinking, "what the hell have I got to lose" he used every ounce of force he had in his mind and body trying to break the handcuffs holding him to the bed. Without realizing it, Jerry had gone into reserves of adreneline in order to make the heroic effort. What happened next surprised Jerry, he somehow felt something give maybe a little and this made him do it again. That made him feel a little more, and a third attempt was made.
What Jerry did not realize was that he had accidently stepped on the trigger for the drugs in his own system.
Their captor had been tending to the introductions between Tyrone, Junior, and the hustler. He was gone long enough that he had not seen what had happened and was unaware that Jerry had "activated" that trigger. Jerry decided to rest for a little while. Their captor peered at the monitors and seeing both resting went on to do some other chores in preparation for the festivities to come.
Curtis slept for what Jerry would have guessed to be somewhere between fifteen minutes and a half hour. Jerry was getting sleepy himself when he heard a noise. He saw Curtis raise up some and look around. Curtis had to move around some, so he stood up as he was no longer handcuffed to his bed. He turned on a light in the cell which held him prisoner. Jerry looked and he had a light switch too. If he could get loose of the damned handcuffs, he could get some light too and see what was going on.
Jerry tried to change positions this time and he went at his own handcuffs a 4th time. This time he could see the metal begin to bend on the cuffs, and this time he had changed his grip techniques as to not hurt himself. God, these had to be the cheapest cuffs because he knew damned well he wasn't strong enough to bend this kind of metal if it were any good!
He thought about a twisting action and tried that. This time there was a little more give, and it appeared that one of the links between the two cuffs was weakening. This time, Jerry was determined, he was going to give it everything he had, even if he had a heart attack trying. He managed with one hand to use a pillowcase for padding jamming it between his wrist and the cuffs. As soon as he was assured he was not going to remove skin or hurt himself, he bit down on the corner of the pillow and with an effort that surprised even himself, he pulled, as he felt the metal of the cuffs begin to give he pulled even harder, and as it gave more he found strength in reserve he did not know he had and pulled still harder. Slowly the metal began to bend, and all of a sudden Jerry's handcuff to the bed frame shattered into a million pieces. The effort had been monumental and Jerry's energy reserves had for the moment been drained. He lay back down on the bed, sweat pouring off of him and panting.
Across the hallway in the other room, Curtis was pacing the confined space like a confined panther.
Just as Jerry was getting ready to turn over and try to get some rest, he saw a horrified look come over Curtis's face. Curtis, in a standing position, begin to have another one of those seizures. This time, the onset was slower, but the strength of the muscle contraction began to increase over time. At the same time, Curtis's dick sprang to erection, and like the muscle contraction, the erection went from hard to marble and the pressure continued to grow. The last thing that Curtis managed to do was to work his way slowly to the bed. It was one of the most difficult things he had ever done, trying to give commands mentally to muscles already flexed to their maximum, and over-ride the involuntary commands enough to have some safety getting to the bed.
With the light on, Jerry could watch what was happening and the strength of the contraction and the erection both seemed to increase until Curtis could do little but lie there and shake. This time, there was one slight difference in that breathing patterns had changed. Curtis started taking huge breaths at periodic intervals trying to pack more and more oxygen into lungs already filled to capacity. The seizure lasted about five minutes and then like the time before, it simply released him. The muscles relaxed, the erection faded and then almost immediately there was an exhausted sleep if only for a short time!
Their captor was off doing other things, if he had known that things were not going quite the way he planned, he would not have been taking his own arrogant genius for granted.
Throughout all of this, Jerry never lost his erection. It had grown painful from its duration, and it was just damned uncomfortable.
Jerry got up for a few seconds and walked around to stretch his legs and get circulation going again. If the "mean ogre" walked in again, at least Jerry would stand a fighting chance.
On an almost imperceptible level, Jerry started to notice two things. The first was that it was as if his muscles were growing stiff in some way. They moved, but the commands were not being answered in the normal way. The other thing was that it seemed like he was not taking in enough oxygen. He started trying to increase the depth of his breathing to see if he could consciously compensate. A couple of minutes later this became a strange involuntary thing. It seemed that each time Jerry had an intake of breath it was as if the muscles were trying to increase his breathing capacity. Jerry looked down at his dick and though the pain had disappeared it was now stretched from the inside out in an incredible display. When Jerry normally got a hardon he did not have a display of veins. He did now!
Their captor was still off watching the entertainment the hustler was providing for Tyrone and Junior.
Very suddenly, the sensations in Jerry's erection had changed. The pain had faded and was replaced by an odd sensation of stretched fullness. His breathing was getting a little bit ragged and still deeper. When Jerry looked down, he could see his granite hard erection bobbing and throbbing with each beat of his heart.
Jerry had to do mental things beyond reason to get to the bed. His muscles had continued to grow more and more stiff. Sitting down was very difficult, and lying down even more so. Muscle control was being transferred to some other outside force it seemed. A light sheen of sweat started to show on his skin, and all of a sudden he was hit with contractions that operated like a ratcheting of his muscle structure ever tighter.
Jerry wanted to scream out, the strength of the contraction had grown so strong that he felt that bones were going to start breaking or his heart was going to give out. It was pounding now and air in the room seemed to be disappearing he needed more air, to get more air you breathe deeper. He started to feel an odd sensation of stretching around his ribs and chest as if the cavity was growing larger for more capacity. That was weird? Jerry was surprised, here he was thinking on one hand that he was going to die and on the other hand trying to analyze.
The onslaught lasted about seven minutes and then just as it had released Curtis in the other room it abruptly stopped leaving Jerry gasping and exhausted. He wanted sleep.
By a strange coincidence, their captor finally checked the cameras, what he saw were two sleeping figures, and by coincidence, the position of Jerry's arm was such that the handcuffs now destroyed could have still been in place. The captor, in his arrogance, took his genius for granted and decided to give his two guinea pigs some rest. He gave himself an erection injection and went to join Tyrone and Junior with the hustler. The hustler with some minor chemical assistance was at the moment not only insatiable for sex, but he was also damn good at his trade. He did a suck job first on Tyrone and then on Junior that had both panting and gasping. Their capacity and their erections were monumental and yet he took them both with ease. The captor could see by the involuntary muscle contractions on his two henchmen that the skills this tramp whore boy had were considerable, and if he was that good, let the other two fuckwads lie there, he'd get to them eventually, but there was a pro in the stable and that was too damn good to pass up.
The shot he had given himself would last for several hours, nothing would happen in the meantime. He had everything under control.
AS it had been with Curtis, Jerry awakened about 35 minutes later and felt a great deal better. He needed to get up and move. When he did, he found that his energy reserves were not what he thought they were, but, what the fuck!
He walked back over turning on the light and tried the door. In another miscalculation Angus the genius, Angus the Captor had forgotten to lock Jerry's door. Just as he started to try and open the door he saw Curtis begin to stir and awaken. Together they could overpower their captor and get out of this place!
Jerry had to get Curtis to cooperate! The truth was that Jerry did not know how Curtis would take to him right now, but the two of them together were the only chance he thought they had.
Jerry quickly figured out that Curtis was in a duplicate room down the hallway. He tried the door, and that door too was unlocked! Curtis was initially fuckin pissed to see Jerry, but when Jerry motioned for him to be quiet, for some reason Curtis also realized that this would be a wise move.
Their voices were in a whisper!
"Fuckin' keep quiet dude!" "This is one fucked up place!" "We gotta get outa here!"
"What the fuck did he do to us?"
"Curtis I fuckin don't have a clue, but he did it to both of us!"
"I'm fuckin shittin my pants dude!" "You tink dis shit could kill us?"
"Don't know dude. . . .don't know!"
"I think that the white dude is really fucked up." "I know he can watch us any time he wants to, but for some reason he ain't watchin' us now that's for sure."
"Curtis, you smell somethin' weird?"
"Yeah!"
"You know what's even `weirder'?"
"There is somthin about that smell that's makin me feel fuckin' horny!"
"My fuckin cock feels kinda strange, not getting a hardon but something is goin on."
"I know, me neither, but, it is kinda tinglin!"
"Curtis, this is gonna sound really weird man, but I think the odor is comin' from you." "Lemme smell you?"
"Whaaaaa?"
"Lemme smell you dude, lemme see if the smell is comin' from you."
"Man that white dude really fucked with somethin'."
"We need ta find out dude." "If there is somethin' goin on with smell here, we need ta fuckin know it."
"Guess your right, we need to know if somehow we're makin' this don't we?"
Jerry leaned closer to Curtis and took a deep breath. As Jerry leaned in Curtis took a deep breath of the scent being given off by Jerry's body. The effect was immediate.
"Damn Dude, I'm gettin' fuckin hard again!"
"Me Too!"
"Curtis I never done anything with a dude before, but you're fuckin turnin me on dude!"
"Fuck Jerry, same here!" "Damn, man. . . . .I need to get my nut really bad!"
"Yeah, I know!"
"My dick's slowly gettin hard and I wanna get off bad man!"
"Me too!"
"Fuck Jerry, my dick look big to you?'
"Never seen ya hard dude, how would I know."
"What about mine?"
" We never jacked off together dude, maybe we missed somethin'.
"My dick looks bigger and feels bigger in my own hand dude!"
"Yeah dude, but makin a bigger dick ain't possible. . . . .is it?"
"Mos crap sol for that is a fuckin' rip off, but maybe this dude found something."
"Remember those two fuckers who grabbed us said this dude was some kind of science dude or research doctor or somethin'."
"You think he could make us into a couple a fags?"
"Don know dude, but somethin' really weird is goin' on."
"Curtis I wanna smell you dude, all over. . . .sounds faggy don't it?"
"Totally dude, but I wonder what would happen if we both did it?"
"We're not completely hard yet, what da we got ta lose?"
"What happens if we both go all faggy and shit?"
"We both get off dude, and we need that."
"We need to hope that the doc dude keeps himself occupied for a while, because if we get off we'll be able to concentrate on gettin' away from this fuckin place."
"Right now, I am trying like fuck dude, but I wanna smell you so fuckin' bad!"
"It is like I gotta do it dude, it's like some drug or somethin'."
Very gently, Jerry reached his hands out to Curtis's head and slowly moved him forward moving the head towards his chest and left armpit. As soon as Curtis nose got within inches of the target it was like an injection of a super erection drug. Curtis began to go weak and as if operating on autopilot Jerry lifted Curtis head to his face. He very gently parted Curtis lips with his tongue. Curtis began to completely surrender to his arousal. Within seconds Jerry had become the hottest sexual animal that Curtis had ever seen. Every girlie magazine he had jacked off to was erased from his memory. At this moment the hottest thing he had ever seen was Jerry. Jerry was having a similar experience. He had fucked with a number of gay guys for the money, but, in his mind and until this second it was a mental thing of erection is something I can get paid for. Now, that was all gone! Jerry was not thinking about money, he was thinking only about animal sex and the strange thing was that his brain was being rewired in a strange way. He wanted to get off, but, what he wanted more was to drain Curtis until there was not a single drop of cum in his balls.
Curtis was beginning to realize that all he wanted was to take Jerry's load and get Jerry off until there was nothing left. He wanted to torture the mother-fucker, but he wanted to torture him by draining him until he was screaming!
He's played with this trick a year or so ago and that dude had an electric gadget. The dude offered him two-hundred bucks if he would get drained by a device that created an electric waveform! It was called an e-stim generator or something like this.
The drugs were re-writing Jerry's memory. Nighmares of his past were becoming erotic dreams! He remembered being hooked up to something called an et-312 and the dude paid him in increasing amounts for each load he extracted that night! Jerry remembered screaming in extacy as each load was forced from him. The dude made him come a dozen times. When he went dry the man just turned up the voltage and Jerry's orgasms were now dry and more powerful than ever. Jerry remembered that the dude had gotten wet ones six times, but the dry ones?
They still weren't completely hard, but neither cared.
"Dude! Lay back on the bed!"
"Why?"
"Let's do a 69!"
"Wass a 69?"
"That is where we suck each other at the same time."
"Suck each other?"
"Oh, Fuck he made us into Fags!"
"Maybe he did, but do you see a piece of pussy around here?"
"How do ya . . . . . .er. . . .69?"
"Curtis, lay flat on yer back."
"OK, like dis?"
"I'm gonna crawl over da top of ya so that my dick hangs down near your mouth."
"OK. . . .I guess. . .?"
"Yeah. . . that's the way. . . ."
"Watch what happens when I get into the position."
"I dunno Jerry, this is kinda a faggy deal to me, but I am so fuckin horney!"
"Why ain't our dicks hard?"
""Dunno Curtis!"
"I'm planning on making yours hard!"
"Don't think it will happen dude, but I am so fuckin horny!"
"Don't worry Curtis, ya got nothing to lose by trying."
"That's true, but what happens if only one of us is a fag?"
"Shut up Curtis!"
When Jerry's dick got within inches of Curtis's nose and mouth the scent simply flipped a switch. Jerry dived in to the hardening dick and the smell of Curti's crotch flipped his switch as well. Both dicks started the trip to full erection. Who knew what was going to happen next!