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Peril, Bondage, Erect, Dennis the Menace

DAVID 71

 

DENNIS THE MENACE
PART FOUR

 

 

 

David071He felt disgusting. Every time he came he felt like a dumb beast. His loins ached from cumming. His legs trembled from standing all night. His hair was damp with sweat. The eighth hour was nearly done, and the footsteps were approaching him again. This time they walked quickly and went behind him. His blindfold and gag were removed. Dennis walked in front of him. With one hand he stuffed the blindfold and gag into the pocket of his lab coat. In his other hand he held a large glass of water. He looked up at David with huge, pained eyes and then looked him up and down briefly. He lowered his head, closed his eyes, and bit his lower lip. When he opened them again, he kept his head low. He couldn’t look at David.

“Do you want a drink of water?” he murmured.

David didn’t answer. He was too busy trying to analyze what had changed. He had passed out, or perhaps something new had been added to the IV to render him unconscious for a few minutes. During that time, a spreader bar had been attached to the top of the restraining device. His hands had been unshackled from behind his back, and fastened to the ends of the bar. The collar had been removed, and he could move his head now.

Dennis looked up hesitantly and brought the glass to David’s lips.

David turned his head away in fear.

Dennis looked shocked. “No,” he said quietly. “No, it’s really water.” He brought it to his own lips and took a few swallows.

David eyed him carefully. This was not the same voice that sneered at him hours ago. This voice was plaintive and full of an angst that was hungry for some kind of resolution. A simple glass of water seemed to represent more than just a glass of water. He could not believe that after all the pain and humiliation he had suffered, that a glass of water was of clinical importance, but he was exhausted, and he reasoned that if Dennis wanted to introduce some other drug into his body, the IV was right there.

Dennis’ eyes were wanting of something. Something greater than his body needed to be appeased.

David nodded, and Dennis held the glass up so that he could drink. He paused to catch his breath, and then took the rest of the cool water.

Dennis turned away. “You only have to cum one more time. Ok?”

“Dennis,” he began. His voice was hoarse and weak. “Dennis…this is wrong. You know that.”

Dennis said nothing. He held his fingers up to his mouth, and his eyes wandered, and his mind struggled.

“You’re hurting me.”

Dennis turned around, his eyes huge with worry. “The restraints? Didn’t Alan check them when he changed the IVs?”

His mouth dropped open. “Alan? I thought you changed the IVs.”

“No,” said Dennis, confused. “I’ve been asleep…or trying to sleep. I—”

From the doorway of the lab: “DENNIS!”

They both were startled.

Alan strode casually into the lab. “Dennis? What are you doing?”

“I was just giving him a drink of—”

“That’s what the IVs are for.”

“But I thought…I thought he might be thirsty.”

“Where is the gag? And the blindfold?”

Dennis paused, and then: “I…I don’t know. I…I put them in the washroom. I was gonna get fresh ones.”

“I’ll do that.” Alan stood next to Dennis. He looked at David. He checked his watch. “Your shift doesn’t start yet,” he said to Dennis.

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“You’re going to need your rest. You still have the refining process to do.”

“It only takes a couple of minutes. I’m ok.” Dennis looked down at the machine. “What’s the volume?”

“He’s right on schedule, just like you said. Just one more time.”

Dennis eyed the machine more closely. “Why is this set on high?”

“Oh, I must have bumped into it the last time I changed the IVs”

Alan put his arm around Dennis and began walking him towards the door. “Why don’t you go have some breakfast?”

“I—”

“Or, I know! Why don’t you make me some breakfast? I’m absolutely starving, and I’m going to be busy. He’s a little ahead of schedule time-wise, and I’m going to supervise the last extraction.”

“But—”

“I’ll take care of everything.”

“But—”

“Any special instructions?”

“Uh…check the restraints. Did you check the restraints?”

“Of course I did. They’re tight. Nice and tight.”

“No, Alan!” he whined. “I told you to make sure they weren’t cutting into him.”

“I’ll make doubly sure.” They were at the door now. Alan opened it and ushered Dennis in.

Dennis stepped through the doorway, paused, and then turned. “Maybe you could wrap some gauze…you know, that thick gauze that’s in the medic box?”

“He’s only going to be in the restraints for a little while longer.”

“Do it anyway,” Dennis said. “I mean, check anyway.”

“I will.”

“Make sure he’s safely restrained in the recovery room.”

“I will.”

“Safely and comfortably. He doesn’t need to be hurt once he’s given us what we want.”

“You leave everything to me. Not much time left.”

“Wait!” said Dennis as he turned around again and held the door open. “I forgot the Haldol.”

“I’ve got it ready and waiting. As soon as he cums, he gets to take a nice long nap.”

“Be careful with him, ok?”

“Whatever you say.”

Dennis looked concerned.

“Times a’wastin’,” Alan said with a smile.

Dennis turned around, and Alan shut the door. He stood there for a moment, regarding the door with a smile and an air of supreme satisfaction. Then, without moving his head, he looked sideways at the captive giant. He turned and casually strode over to David.

The steady footsteps were all too familiar. David could barely keep his eyes open. His mouth was open and he was panting for breath. His cock felt so full and tight, as though it was about to burst.

Alan stood next to the machine. He turned the power all the way up. David’s loins pulsed, and his body quaked with a huge shiver. Alan reached down and undid the cockrings. David’s erection reared up. The throbbing was unbearable. The tip dripped with a long thread of spent semen. “I’m going to do the last one personally,” said Alan. “I hope you don’t mind.”

Despite his exhaustion, David glared at him angrily. He tried to clear his throat. His voice was nearly gone from hours and hours of moaning and roaring every eight minutes through clenched teeth. David growled: “You…you’ve been awfully quiet through all this.”

Alan looked surprised. “Quiet? Me?” He grinned. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the ball gag and dangled it in front of the handsome man’s face. Then he reached in again and pulled something else out. “You know what this is?” He held up a small electrical device and flipped a switch. Two metal prongs flipped open and a thread of blue lightning danced between them.

There was real fear in the big man’s eyes. He nodded.

“Where would be the worst place I could shock you?”

His mind reeled with the horrific possibilities.

“You want it?”

He shook his head. It seemed strange to hear the deep voice meekly mutter, “No.”

“Then open your mouth,” he ordered. He held the ball of the gag closer to David’s face.

David closed his eyes and opened his mouth. The ball was shoved in and Alan buckled the strap behind his head. David heard a sharp, unfamiliar “click”, and Alan moved in front of him. He held a little key half a foot from David’s face.

“Oh look,” he said, smiling. “Look what I’ve gone and done now.” He threw the key to his side and it tinkled across the floor and disappeared down the grill in the floor. “Now how are we gonna get that padlock off your gag?”

He shivered. Some primal feeling within him released a new shot of adrenalin. He fought the feeling of panic. The gag buckled was bad, but something hopelessly locked on your head was terrifying.

“Quiet am I?” Alan asked. “Now who’s gonna be quiet?”

David realized his eyes were wide with fright.

“Not me. Oh no.”

David looked away.

“And not you. Not really. I think you’re gonna scream like you’ve never screamed before when you shoot this last load. I’m gonna sit here and keep pumping you and see if you can break the record.”

He looked back at Alan.

“Oh yeah. How do you think we’ve calculated all this? We’ve sort of done this before. You gotta have a baseline, after all. You remember that football player, Frank Nyes? The one that disappeared?”

His eyes were wide again.

“I convinced the little geek over there that we needed to “practice”. And I know what pushes his buttons. Frank Nyes was a good looking guy, the Forty-Niners were in town, and so I—”, he chuckled. “I told him that I’d heard that a certain defensive end had made some very mean comments about “geeks”. Nerds. Dweebs. He didn’t want to do it, but I did. I “borrowed” Frank. We really were gonna give him back, but the little geek is so careful sometimes, and I don’t feel like waiting anymore, so I sped things up. We didn’t know it would make Frank insane. And I convinced geek-boy that Frank wouldn’t want the world to see him in his less than perfect state, and since they’ll put dogs to sleep….”

A chill raced up his spine.

“Oh no, I haven’t been quiet at all.”

He was trembling.

“Uh-uh. Not me.”

He couldn’t look at him. He focused on a spot on the floor.

“And I must confess…I do like to fan a flame.”

He thought: I don’t want to hear this.

“Poor little guy. He’s had it hard, all right. But I do tend to remind him of things: How short he is. How girls must laugh at him. How he’s never, ever gonna find someone to love him and hold him in his present geeky condition. How big his nose is. How you took such great pleasure teasing him in school, even though I know you were really just only scratching your chest.”

He looked up at Alan.

“You should hear the things I tell him you did. Oh I haven’t been quiet.” He laughed. “No sirree bob!”

He looked up at Alan with hatred in his eyes.

Alan laughed so heartily he could barely speak. He held his stomach and rested his other hand on David’s chest like a good friend leaning close to tell an intimate secret. “I fan the flames, I push the buttons, I salt the little geek’s wounds!”

David lunged at him. He pulled at the restraints.

“And finally, this glorious day has come. You’re here. Geek-boy’s gonna milk you dry, and I’m gonna get the chemical equation to rock-jawed, steely-eyed, muscles. A year from now, I’m gonna be in your shoes. I’m gonna snap my fingers and have women lined up outside my door. I’m gonna take my shirt off and wield sex like a weapon. I’m gonna pick the ones I want, and eat their wedding rings, husbands, and marriages for breakfast, fun, and profit. Cuz I deserve it.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a large syringe. He took the cap off the needle and pushed the plunger. A thin stream of fluid arced onto David’s chest. Alan held the syringe up to the light and studied it carefully. He tapped at it with his fingers and held it up to the light again. “What am I doing?” he said, amazed at himself. “So what if there’s an air bubble in there?” He smiled. He replaced the cap and dropped the syringe back into the pocket of his lab coat. He reached and grasped the base of the rigid, slippery cock and slowly pulled his hand along until he held the swollen, sensitive head in his hand.

David’s whole body rocked and he gasped through the gag.

Alan began a slow, steady hand job. He took the milking tube in his other hand and held it in front of the cock, ready to catch the spurting cum. “Actually, you’re over by 21 milliliters,” he said. “But I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to make David McAllister cum. Just like I’m not going to pass up the opportunity to rape that pretty ass when we’re done here. And let me tell you, I’m gonna do it hard. I’m not gonna stop until I can understand you crying out for mercy through your gag. And after that, you’re not going to say anything. You will have spoken your last word.” He looked at his watch. “Your job is to cum. One more time. Within the next 14 minutes. And then, not me, but you and geek-boy…” he patted the syringe in his pocket, “…are gonna be quiet… forever.”

 

2003

 

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