A Jock in the Machine Ch. 08

Disclaimer: All characters mentioned in the story are over eighteen years old. Most of the main cast is exactly 18, but none are younger than that.

Author's note: This chapter contains a lot of non-con and overall sexual, physical and emotional abuse and torture. If you are sensitive about such topics, by all means, do skip this chapter. It's specifically written to be disturbing rather than hot, and I hate that I had to write it.

Chapter 08: Fuck This Chapter

'Oooh, can you hear that, pet? Someone's calling you again!'

His phone was indeed ringing again. He had tried to mentally block out the sound after hearing it so many times but being unable to answer. It didn't help that she kept pointing it out every single time.

'I wounder who it's going to be this time. Should we bet on it? Squirm if you think it's... your mom!'

He barely had any time to process the words he'd just heard before he felt the scalding heat touch his skin. He couldn't help but scream from the pain. The far too tightly strapped ballgag made certain only muffled moans came out. The rack that his hands and feet were bound to made sure his body barely moved as the hot molten wax poured down over his chest.

'Oh, dear, your mom called you last, do you really think she'd call you again just after, mmmm, three minutes?'

It had been just three minutes? Shit. It had felt like hours. Or maybe she was lying? He had no way of knowing. He was just thankful she'd stopped the wax.

'I'm going to bet it'ssss... what was her name? That's right! Cassie!'

Oh no. Not again. He really didn't want it to be her. He couldn't see but he was certain his tormentor was just looking at his phone every time. There was no other explanation for her getting every single one right.

And right on cue, she got that one right as well. The ringing stopped and then a small beep rang around the room, immediately followed by an all too familiar, and very much just as concerned as the last time voice.

'Look, Tim, I know you're mad at me, but please don't take it out on your mom, please, just call her back. As for me I... I'm...'

The message ended. Or maybe it was cut off? It was impossible for Tim to tell, being restrained and blindfolded like he was.

'Well, well, well, that brings her up to, let's see...' Tim heard the by now far too familiar sound of stiletto heels on marble. He would never have known what the sound was if Helen had not told him earlier in the day? Night? He didn't even know what time it was. But he did know those were heels and they were incredibly pointy and sharp, especially since she had poked his body with them in so many places. In some he had felt small streams of blood from the wounds. 'Seven!' The sound of a chalk drawing on a board reached Tim's ears as Helen marked down the newest voicemail. 'She's nearly gaining on your mom's eleven! I'm starting to get why you wanted to get away from her, that girl really is clingy, isn't she?'

Tim didn't respond. Not that he could, but he didn't even squirm. He was just trying to block everything out. He was blinded, muted and bound, all he needed to do was ignore all sounds and he'd be one step away from this hell.

'I asked you a question, pet. Answer!' Tim felt her hand close around his jaw, her long, sharp nails dig into the sides of his cheeks. He was too weak and helpless to do anything against it as she started moving his head up and down, making him nod. 'See, you agree with me! You know, you agree with everything I say, now that I think about it. It's almost like you like me and want to stay with me, isn't that right?'

Now that one, Tim desperately wanted to fight against. Except try as he might, he couldn't. A combination of him being bound, her hand clenching his jaw, and the fact that he hadn't eaten anything in who knows how long all came together to ensure whatever Helen said, she received. And just like that, with a slow movement of her hand, she rocked his head up and down in faux agreement.

'Oh, how sweet. But I knew that already, pet.' Tim heard her laugh. The clench around his jaw relaxed. 'Mommy has to go to work, so make sure you get a lot of rest while I'm gone. I'll be back later to continue our...' Suddenly, Tim felt her hot breath close to his ear. Two very large and very soft mounds pressed against his chest. 'Fun.'

And with another loud strut, she was gone.

And Tim was alone. Bound, blinded, gagged and alone. At least he hoped he was alone. With all that had happened since he'd first woken up like that, he wouldn't have been surprised if there had been an audience the entire time.

Try as he might to relax and just blank out his mind, he couldn't help but think back to everything he'd just experienced. It had felt unreal at the best of times, and best was a very loose term - in reality it was more like a bad dream, one where sleep paralysis hits and you're unable to do anything about it. Except he wasn't dreaming, and it wasn't sleep paralysis.

He'd been woken up by the sound of his phone ringing, only for it to go to voicemail while he learned about his situation, and his helplessness. He'd had just a few moments to connect the dots that if his mom was calling him for school, it must have at least been morning. Since then, there had been another ten calls from her, each more dire than the last. The final one, his mom had barely managed to stammer out that she was about to list him as missing in between her sobs. Yet all Tim could do to ease his mom's pain was futilely scream into the ballgag muffling him.

His mom hadn't been the only one to call him either. Ben had called twice, Kyle three times. But the worst of them all had been Cassie. With every new voicemail he was forced to hear from her, she sounded more and more defeated. At first, she had sounded concerned, but by the fifth one, she had begun blaming herself for Tim's disappearance without a trace. Right after that one, Lara had called as well, shouting at him for doing such things, before the message had cut off partway after a shout from Cassie.

But while being forced to listen to all the people in his life that cared for him call him over and over was beyond what he could even describe as torture, it was only the icing on the cake. If the icing was made of broken glass and the cake was filled with maggots.

Helen, and he was now certain that was indeed her name, had been there when he'd woken up. She'd immediately told him about, as she'd put it, round two. Before he could have even screamed in protest, her hand had wrapped itself around his junk, stroking him slowly but squeezing with an almost vice-like grip, all the while slowly counting up. With all the shock and realization of his fucked up situation, Tim hadn't gotten even a bit stiff by the time she'd reached ten. He never could have, but knowing what he knew now, he almost wished he had.

'Shame.' was all he'd managed to hear from her before he'd felt his entire body shift. His back and head had begun falling backwards as his legs were raised up. Within moments, whatever it was that Tim had been bound to had gone from a vertical position to a horizontal one, with him now laying on top of it, his binds somehow seeming even tighter.

Tim had tried to protest against this new position, even though he had known it was in vain. Yet, to his great surprise, sound actually came out. It took a moment for things to click in his head, but once he realized he no longer felt the tight strap on his face, he knew for certain - the gag was off. Yet his joy had been short lived, as before he could even yell out, his face was once again muffled. This time with something that covered his entire face, but the part on his mouth was what mattered most - soft, warm, wet. He couldn't see it, but the signs were obvious. The sudden weight on his head as she shifted in place made it even more obvious - Helen had sat on his face.

'Lick.' She had commanded him. When she had felt no licking for barely a few seconds, she had tightened the grip her thighs had on Tim's head, cutting off his oxygen supply completely. He had immediately started squirming, thrashing against the skin-tight clasps on his hands and feet. 'I said lick, pet.' She had repeated herself after what seemed like an eternity to Tim. It was barely five seconds. He hadn't wanted to repeat the experience, and had reluctantly complied.

Making sure to not do anything that might cause her to punish him further, Tim had begun licking his way into what he couldn't even see. Despite everything, the taste and feel wasn't unpleasant. It was, in fact, very much nice, in stark contrast to everything Helen had done to him up to that point. Pushing his tongue in further, he felt her shift over him as she squirmed in pleasure.

'Oh my, pet, you didn't tell me you were so good at this!' She yelled, loud enough that he was able to hear her despite her legs blocking his ears. 'Almost makes up for you not being up for round two.' She had lowered her voice after that one, and Tim could only hear faint muttering. 'Almost.'

Tim had continued for a few more seconds before he'd felt Helen shift her weight once again. He couldn't see nor ask what was going on, but he had immediately gone numb in fear once he'd felt her nearly ice cold hand take his dick in her palm. She had fondled it for a few moments, trying one final time to get it hard. The fear that gripped Tim made that impossible.

'I gave you one more chance, pet, and you didn't take it.' She had said. 'You did this to yourse-'

She had said something else after that. Tim hadn't heard it. The fear in him had instantly vanished. It had been replaced by a sharp, cruel pain radiating through his entire body. He had never felt something as painful, and had tried to scream out in agony. The moment he'd stopped moving his tongue, Helen had once again clasped down onto his head, suffocating him. He was once again being deprived of much needed oxygen, and to top it off, the pain was just getting stronger and stronger, his dick feeling like it was on fire, yet ice cold at the same time. Those were the perils of getting a long metal stick slowly yet forcefully pushed down your urethra. Helen had given him a chance, and he hadn't taken it. This was his fault and his punishment. And in the background, his mother's voice filled the silence as she desperately tried to reach her son via voicemail.

The impossibly vivid and painful memory was too much for Tim. In his weak, abused and tired state, the shock of recollecting his earlier torture just tired him out even more. Still bound, but this time upright, he slowly dozed off into sleep just as troubled as his waking time, for he knew that it was only a matter of time before Helen returned to continue his torture.

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A sudden, sharp jolt woke Tim up. He could feel a tingle in his left arm, as if he'd just received a shot. He really hated shots.

'Oh, awake already, pet?'

Shit. It wasn't a dream. Just a waking nightmare.

'Did I wake you up just now? How sweet, I just came back from work and you can't wait to meet me! Isn't that right?'

Before Tim could even process the question, still in his dazed, barely awakened state, Helen's hand wrapped around his jaw in an all-too-familiar manner, forcing him to nod.

'Good pet. And good pets get rewarded. Now just let me finish up here.'

Tim felt her hand grasp his left arm right near where the wake-up jolt had come from. She stuck something to it. Instinctively, Tim turned towards it to see what it was. Right, pitch blackness. He didn't know what else he expected.

'Curious, pet? Well, see, you were so good with your tongue earlier that mommy just had to make sure you had the energy to do it again. So, I'm about to feed you.'

Feed him? He could feel the ballgag firmly in place between his teeth. How would she fee-

'Done! A few tricks of the trade, pet. Nurse Helen has officially set up your IV drip! Now you can get all the things you need to fulfill your pet duties directly in your blood!'

Tim had completely forgotten she was a nurse. How someone as malicious as her could care for patients every day was something he would ponder, if he was ever allowed to. He was not.

'Oh, work was so dull, pet! I Just couidn't wait to get back home to you. Buuuut...'

There was a brief pause in her sentence. Tim tried to steel himself. By now he had realized that probably meant torture.

'I was stopped by this lovely pair of policemen just a few moments ago. They said the most peculiar thing.'

No.

'Apparently, a high school kid disappeared from a party in the vicinity last night. Police think he might be kidnapped.'

NO! Tim screamed in vain into the gag.

'Who would even do such a thing, pet? Can't they just find someone to love them for who they are? Like you love me, pet!'

Tim shook his head as hard as he could. He knew he would probably be punished for it, but he wouldn't just agree with her for that. He didn't agree!

'Oh, pet, look at you. So confused. Shaking your head, but your body doesn't lie. It loves me.'

Wait, wh- No. Tim finally felt what she meant. Somehow, despite the situation and her lies, he'd managed to get hard. And not just an ordinary boner. No, he'd never felt this hard before. Ever.

'So, pet, how about we have our round 2 now?'

Tim couldn't even shake his head before she'd flipped whatever he was bound to, just like she'd done in the morning. Just, instead of sitting down on his face, she sat down right on top of his by now painfully hard erection.

The next few minutes were a confusing mess of conflicting experiences for Tim. He couldn't move at all, which meant Helen was doing all the work. And was she doing work! Tim knew he hated her, and he hated the torture, the pain, the abuse. But his dick had never needed release so bad, and she was doing things to him that edged him ever closer to that. He didn't know what had come over him, but it was slowly consuming him. His resistance was slowly waning.

It faded completely when he felt Helen fall forward, her tits smashing against his chest, her head stopping just next to his. And then she started kissing him all over. He felt her warm, shallow breaths on his skin as she made sure not a single inch of it went unattended. She placed a hand on each of his shoulders, holding on tight as she went even wilder in her bouncing.

Tim was getting so close to his much wanted release. And by all the signs he could barely make out, so was she - her breathing had become much more infrequent, her nails had begun digging painfully deep into his skin, surely drawing blood. All semblance of rhythm to her movements evaporated. Just a few more bounces and then he'd- wait! No, no, no! Don't stop now!

It was no use. Helen had stopped her movement and completely gotten up from Tim, leaving him a hair trigger away from busting probably the biggest nut of his entire life. He wanted to scream, to beg her to just give him at best a tug or two, but it was useless. He felt the rack slowly turn him up until he was once again upright and bound, and painfully close.

'That was so good, pet. So very good! But it's time we called it a night. Mommy has work tomorrow.'

Tim thrashed against his binds. Just one quick tug...

'Oh, did you not cum, pet? That's too bad, but you have to understand, mommy's needs come first, and you did so well, you satisfied them all! For now.'

Tim screamed into his gag as hard as he could.

'That's enough, pet. You will behave! Or...'

Tim immediately stopped. He silently begged her to not continue that sentence.

'I guess I have no choice. You must be punished.'

It was too late.

'Don't worry, pet, there will be no insertions this time. I'm just going to put these headphones on you just like... this!'

A pair of soft fuzzy muffs fell over Tim's ears. Desperately wishing that was all, and that he wouldn't be able to hear her voice anymore, Tim relaxed. He was, of course, wrong.

'I'm just going to play something for you, something to keep you aroused over night. It got me so hot listening to it all day, so you have no idea how hard it's going to make you, pet! And it will make you hard...'

A noise played in the headphones. A loud, long beep. It sounded... familiar.

'The IV drip will make sure of that. Good night, pet.'

Wait, the IV drip was making him ha-

'You have 23 new voicemails.'

What?

'Tim, honey,...'

No... no no no! That was his mom's voice! And that was-

'Where are you? Call me back immediately.'

No, please, anything but that! Tim screamed into the ballgag futilely.

'Playing message two.'

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'Playing message seventeen. Yo, where the fuck are you, it's Ben, ca-'

The sound stopped. The muffs were slowly taken away. Tim's ears were ringing, his entire head spinning. He hadn't slept a single moment the entire night, stuck between the constantly repeating voicemails and the IV drip keeping him fully hard and on the edge. His head was a vortex of the very primalest of needs: release, and ending.

'Sleep well, pet?'

He barely had any strength or will left. Tim nodded slowly. He hadn't, but he didn't want to get punished again.

'Good! I didn't however.'

Oh... She was in a bad mood then? It barely registered in Tim's mind. Whatever else she'd do to him, he was going to take. Not because he liked or wanted to. But because he had no choice. And he knew it.

'Your phone kept going off all night long. These people that keep calling you, maybe you should call them back? To let them know how you are?'

What? Tim piqued up. Was she really going to just let him-

'Listen carefully, pet. If you do as I tell you, I'll get rid of the headphones for good, and I'll even let you cum. You'd like that, wouldn't you?'

Tim nodded, in what could almost be mistaken for excitement. Or as much as his tired body could muster.

'But if you don't, the headphones, the wax, the rod, they all come back. No more nice mommy.'

That was her being nice? Oh no, Tim did not want to feel the alternative.

'Now, will you do as I say, pet?'

Tim tried nodding but felt her hand clutch his jaw. He'd gotten used to it by now. But then he felt something he'd felt only once before in the time he'd spent bound and trapped - the strap on the ballgag loosening.

'Answer me, pet. With your words.'

Tim thought for just a moment. In his head, his barely conscious thoughts crisscrossed.

'Yes.'

'Good! Now, I'm going to call, hmmm let's see, this number. When they pick up, I want you to say that you're ok, you've found someone you're happy with and to be left alone. Is that clear?'

Tim gulped. He, he had to say tha-

'Is that cle-'

'Tim?'

No. He thought Helen would've called his mom or his friends but she'd called-

'Tim! Is it you? I've been... we've been... Oh my God... where... why...'

A sharp pain gripped Tim as he felt Helen's cold hand grip his balls in a tight grip. This was his cue, and this was the side of her he didn't want to experience coming slowly out.

'Cass...' He spoke up. He could hear chatter on the other side of the phone. Multiple voices colliding and mixing into an incomprehensible mess. Voices and crying.

'Cass,' He repeated, louder. The sounds stopped almost instantly.

'Please...' The grip on his balls got tighter. Helen's nails started digging into his skin.

'Please stop calling me.' He let out with a defeated sigh.

The voices on the other side began jumbling again.

'I...I'm fine. I, uh, I met someone.' Tim gulped. Helen's grip was relaxing slowly. It was a good sign, he hoped.

'We're, we're happy together, so...' The voices on the other side got louder and louder. Tim no longer had the strength to talk over them.

'Goodbye.'

The phone call ended with a click.

'Well, well, well, pet. You did exactly as I asked! You deserve the best reward.'