Trapped and Tapped

I was always very sensitive. They knew that.

I didn’t exactly have a hair trigger, per se. But I did finish pretty fast. Given how I had a slit that never rubbed against anything, any sensation down there felt like a golden fealty towards the carnal. The feelings of warmth, and rubbing was a guilty pleasure in that way. I was lucky that my orgasm was like a geyser, and that I was more well endowed than most, or I probably would have been teased more…

My friends made a habit of teasing me. West in particular, a scraggly white rabbit that I met in college, had a very big obsession with how sensitive I was. He gave teasing jabs about “fixing that” the most. That someday they would really “work me out”, that they needed to make me last longer. As worrying as it sounded, I considered it… But frankly it didn’t seem as big of a problem for me.

Until now.

The mustiness of the room contested in its eeriness. I begged in strained breaths as the milker worked my cock. West laughed at me as I struggled and moaned against my bonds that kept me against the chair. I tugged at the ropes that loosely bound my wrists to the armrests of the dining room chair. My ankles were bound similarly, loosely tied to each leg of the chair. And most devious of all, when I struggled against them affixing the cockring, they attached the final piece of rope to my waist. Although it was loose enough for me to lightly move around, it was heavy duty rope… The cackling rang as it set in that I could not reach the ties that hold the ropes down below the chair… And worst of all.

I could barely process their laughter through the overwhelming feeling that reigned below.

The room almost taunted me in how normal it was. The dingy brown walls held only stains of liquid damage and various supplies sitting on shelves. A guitar laid in the back that I used to play with West and Cameron. Spray cans, paints, art supplies, canned goods… All strewn about in the messiest fashion. An obscenely normal area for such an overwhelming sensation.

Contrasting that was what lingered on my lap. On my dick was two devices designed to torment me ad nauseum. A milker- a Venus specifically. I knew the model, and make, I had been planning to buy one. But after a night with a bullet vibrator and I felt how powerful it was, I decided against it, because I knew it would be too much. But below that was something more subtle, and more terrifying. A cock ring, designed specifically for slits, to keep a tapered end nice and hard, over long periods.

In short… I knew what this combination could do to people.

“P-please!” I pulled at the bonds as I felt an orgasm already building. “Don’t… Nngh, TURN IT OFF!”

“Aw… It’s alright. We know you want to get stronger. Consider this your exercise! As friends!” He smiled, the rabbit flicking his ear as he backed up and watched him struggle, a small bulge forming in his shorts. “You good there Cam?”

“Yep. Started now.” The komodo dragon stood up from next to me. I moaned again, as the feeling of being stroked nice and slow kept going. The intensity as he felt every inch of the lubed up silicone brush against tender flesh felt like a tidal wave of pleasure. I shivered with each stroke.

“Right. Thank you. Now. We’re off to a grocery run. That clock’s set to 3 hours. Good luck! I’m countin on you, Hyden!” The bunny gave a sly grin.

My eyes widen in horror as I redouble my efforts, glancing over the clock that counted down from 3 hours. The ropes binded me to the chair somewhat loosely but I wasn’t strong enough to break or flexible enough to slip out. So I pulled and pulled and pulled.

In a cruel action, they smirked, as he tapped a controller of the machine, and it tripled its speed, causing a large moan to escape from me and clench in the binds.

“See you sooooooon!~” The two of them whistled as they closed the door, and I heard the distinct sound of locking behind them.

“NO! NO DON- LET ME OUT! LET ME OOOUUUT!” I yelled at the top of my lungs as a vast wave of pleasure overtook me.

The stroking of the milker was insatiable. It was so fast it almost felt like it was vibrating with how fast it stroked my spike. Even if it didn’t the sheer power of the suction caused me to vibrate with an intense shaking. My tail shook as it tried to gain purchase on anything in particular, despite not having the versatility to undo the binds. Every part of my body jolted at the overwhelming pleasure.

I glanced over to the clock. 2:57:43. I already felt me orgasm building… There was no way I was going to last long with the pump going like it was… But I had to try. The feeling was still plentiful, but I steeled my resolve. I was going to last the whole 3 hours.

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I… Wasn’t gonna last much longer.

The dams were slowly breaking. The chair creaked as I deathgripped the armrests, desperate for grip on the last of my will. The machine kept churning at my patience, my resolve as it promised pleasure and relief from the building pressure but I knew what would happen. I knew the horrors that came after orgasm.

Desperate pleas left my snout for me to last a little longer. I was sure I lasted so damn long.

My legs clenched together as the milker pumped more and more and more. Sensations overwhelming around my penis in pleasures unrivaled by any experience I’ve ever had. I knew the stakes of what would happen when I finished but it was So Damn hard to keep control. Time buzzed on with each stroke being the only indicator of time ing I could process. The soft plush feeling stretched and twisted around my member. 5. 10. 15. 20. 5. 10. 15. 20. I tried counting them, in a vain effort to try and last just a little longer. I was so close… Just hold on!

“Nonono… Ahh… Fuck…” I mutter to myself in between indescribable noises. “C’monc’monc’monc’mon… You can do this… Fuauahhahhhck…”

Shivers and moans were drowned out by the slick sound of flesh meeting silicone. The chair creaked with each tilt and clench from my scaled arms and legs locking up. I felt my tail curl, my ears pin to the sides of my head. The shivering knocks my knees together in a rapid rhythm, but none more rapid than that damned milker. It stroked and stroked at the glans around my tip, to shaft. Mesmerizing, uncontrollable desire.

My breathing quickens, I give one more tense hold.

“MMmnph! Ah- HAAHH- ahhh… ahhh…”

The world becomes fuzzy as the first white rope is coaxed out of my shaft. Then another, and another. I thrust into the air in pure ecstasy, my body losing total control. I was a feral beast, thrusting into a toy, feeling indescribable pleasures. Each inch of the ribbed silicone intricately designed for the purpose of giving pure pleasure, resonating throughout my entire body. Moans loud enough to reverberate the room, I slowly came down from my orgasm, as semen dripped down from my leg, panting from pure exhaustion. It was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.

After the feeling, I slumped back, head leaning against the rest of the chair. I found peace in the beautiful afterglow, as the world grew fuzzier still, like the air was giving me a warm hug.

And that’s when I felt it… The twinge of anguish.

My eyes widened as I felt that the machine showed no signs of stopping, or even slowing down, causing a small whimper to escape from my form, a jolt in my arm, and a kick from my leg. I quickly turned over towards the timer.

2:46:15.

“I… Didn’t even last 30 minutes…” Fear boiled into my throat. Time slowed to a crawl, as I looked down to the milker, still pumping at my now slowly more sensitive dick. A cocophony of fear and loss spread throughout my snout, bore in only two measly words.

“... oh, no…”

The milker was faster than lightning in perhaps the most horrific manner imaginable. Each inch of my flesh still newly crowned with hypersensitivity ran rampant with the friction of silicone. Life drained out of my soul through the milker, and each stroke shocked me to my core.

The cylinder stroked at each inch of my length, each singular movement sending jolts of overwhelming pleasure to the tip, each stimulus compiling on the last. The feeling was almost like jolts of electricity surging through my shaft, like a bug you need to swat away. The world of pleasure to pain was intolerable. I needed to get out, I needed to stop this damn MILKER!

Immediately my body jolted involuntarily at the sensation. New feelings of ropeburn emerged, in my arms as I tried to pull myself out, in my ankles as I tried to kick the chair off of me, in my torso as I tried to hump away the milker, but none of it was of any use. And yet I couldn’t stop.

“MMNGAHHH- SHIT! FUUUAHAWAAAAAAHAHAHAAAA-” Noises spilled out of my mouth on instinct as I clenched my whole body in erratic rhythms. Back and forth and back and forth, I rocked in the chair as I tried to bend my limbs free. Leverage to apply with my shoulders, arms, forearms, knees, nothing was powerful enough to break the bonds. My breathing was erratic, my heart raced in my chest. I had never experienced such a blissfully painful sensation. Evil, it was for turning such pleasure into a diabolical contraption of dispair.

I squirmed and struggled in my bonds, shaking my hips for any amount of relief, as my tail jagged left and right up and down. It was then I realized that I did have one limb free. I could barely concentrate, but with desperate resolve I tried to look around for anything to do… And yet. The milker was attached to me with a machine, one on the floor, that buzzed and buzzed away. I flicked my tail, quickly, trying in pure anguish to reach the machine, but it wasn’t flexible enough.

Tears started to form in my eyes as I finally realized there was no way out. But I refused to accept it.

And it was only starting.

I tried again and again to reach for the overstimulating machine burning the rope into my wrists again and again. The powerful dribbles and dollops of precum flooded out of my dick and further lubed it for the onslaught. Searing rubber against flesh more sensitive than any device. Like a flooding of electricity throughout the shaft. It was overpowering, and unstoppable.

However, down the road of stimulation, there is but one destination.

The orgasm built slowly from how powerful the feeling was. As I humped at the machine in mixed feeling, I felt the twinge in my prostate, one of an orgasm getting closer and closer. I would have stopped it, I wanted to stop it, but I had lost control long ago.

It rose from my shaft, which churned in defeated pleasure destroying my body. It rose to the middle where it throbbed and trembled in contempt. It rose to the tip where my mind was broken, collapsed under the weight of constant scrutiny. It released, pathetic and depressed, dribbling out of the milker as I humped weakly at the bondage, and my hand limply reached for the milker with small twitches.

Compared to the previous orgasm it barely lasted 5 seconds, and as it did, I started to sob. The milker chugged along with no end. The dimly lit room seemed to darken at the prospect I underwent.

It would only get worse from here on out.

“No… no pleaseIcan’t Ican’t Ican’t ICAAHAAAHAAAAN’t-” The twinge of overstimulation bolstered my resolve to shake and squirm against the bonds. I nearly broke my wrist in reaching for it as I shook and contorted involuntarily in my seat. There was only madness to my movements from then on. The feeling was breathtaking and insurmountable. Unparalleled extortion of pleasure throughout one central location. Every nerve in my body was screaming at me to save them. To end the torture befalling my dick. I banged every part of myself against the chair, in a desperate attempt to end my madness. My tail created shapes unheard of in this world. Even the chair started to shift with how much I was moving, but every thought left my brain. There was only madness, noise, and overstimulation.

“AAAHAAA FUCK FUCK SHIT PLEASE… PLEASE FUCK OH GOD NONONONONONONONON AAAAAAHAAAHAHAAHA FUUUUHCK.” I wailed to an empty room, one with no saviors, and no heroes. Only me, the fallen. I tried so hard to reach for it, covered in sweat, in tears, in semen, but there was no reprieve to the hell experienced. Every atom of my body wanted to separate himself with the milker, my penis, my conscious, anything. Anything to rid himself of the torture. Anything to leave.

Time stretched on and on without meaning. Flailing continued further and further in as time and time again orgasms continued. By 3 I was melted into my seat. By 4 I lost feeling in my arms. By 5, my legs. I stopped counting at 8. Exhaustion had set in and while I knew by then that the struggle was fruitless, I could never bring my body to stop fighting… For a while.

By then I realized something… They set a timer for 3 hours.

I glanced over to the clock which read 1:27:23. Each millisecond of the ever increasing jolts of stimulation made me yelp and scream and shout obscenities, but I had a goal now. I just needed to last that long. I just needed to survive.

1:14:43

Each stroke of the milker made me want to gnaw off my own member from how painful and overwhelming the stimulation was.

0:56:31

I could feel more than ever the ring around my dick preventing me from softening, from retreating into my slit to save myself. I didn’t have the voice to scream anymore.

0:29:04

I could feel the life drain from underneath. I had cum again, and the sensations re-heightened in catastrophic pain. I could do nothing but watch in my eternal hell.

0:01:02

I couldn’t take it anymore.

The lube had by now lost all effect, the milker carried only by cum, and the tearing of my netherflesh. But I had hope. Unbearable torture was coming to an end, and I watched with bated breath as another orgasm started to rise, one that I could never want anymore. 30 seconds. Time was all that stood between me and a world of relief. Each stroke felt like another nightmare as it stretched and peeled at my flesh below, scraping away at the last of my willpower. 20 seconds. I could feel another tasteless, horrible orgasm rising from beneath my cockring, pushing past the stretchy metal into my shaft. Each push a reminder of the horrid warzone of sensation that waged across my shaft. 10 seconds. I could feel it halfway up, and my strength was gone. I couldn’t stop it if I tried. 5 seconds. The small droplet left my dick as I came, knowing that it will be the last. I glanced back to the clock for what I believed to be the final time.

3

2

1.

BEEP BEEP

A blaring beeping sound now filled the room, one that I knew. A bedroom- MY bedroom alarm clock… And worst of all.

I looked down to the milker in a continuing motion up and down.

My will to struggle renewed from my lack of salvation. Post orgasm torment like I never felt before waged devastation over the surface of my taper. The dribble was consumed to slicken the procedure of removal of my very soul from my body. Each feeling agonizing in grotesque torment mixed with hopelessness.

In my plea for answers I glanced down towards the clock.

… To see that it is attached to nothing.

It was an illusion this whole time.

“H-HELP!” I wailed as I pulled at my bonds and tensed with my whole body in a vain effort to prevent the worst of the sensation. “P-PLEASE! LET- SHIT- LET ME OUT! LET ME OUUUT!” My voice cracked as I started to sob again, knowing that there was no end to my suffering now.

The night would expand forever on.

5 eternities had ed since the alarm finally went silent.

The pull droned on over my member, as a feeling of overwhelming corrosion of sense and numbness took hold. Each stroke felt like claws tearing and crushing at me in my most sensitive region. Each devastating push felt like an all consuming lightning bolt that shocked my pelvic region in permanence.

I came again, without any buildup. Dry, quaking, and pleasureless. Each orgasm seemed to divide my productivity and multiply my sensitivity. And it was always the worst after orgasm. By now I had came hundreds of times. I had lost consciousness several times. Each waking hour felt like a nightmare, one that I could not escape.

Until… I heard it. A key entering a door.

I didn’t even have the strength to call out. Or the will to move. The only sound that permeated was the centerpoint of my torture. And every part of me prayed that that door would open to my savior…

And so it did.

The door creaked open to afflict new light onto the room. A white rabbit dressed in a plain shirt and khakis. He held a paper back in his right hand, a phone in his left. The light behind him blinded me in heavenly radiance.

“I see you had fun.” He flashed a dreadfully coy smile. “Made quite the mess too~.”

I glanced down to my legs and moved my toes slightly. All of it was caked in my own cum, chafing at my scales.

Without a word he set the bag to the side, and knelt, watching the milker bob up and down and torment me so, simply staring at his handiwork. I let out a muffled moan and humped at the machine in a desperate plea.

“Wow… Here let me help with that.” He spoke as he leaned over. “I want a closer look anyhow.”

Click.

The machine finally stopped, and popped off of my member, (To a small curse of West) relieving me of my burden. Heavenly serenity graced me as I released a tension I didn’t even know I had until then. No more pain and suffering. I glanced down to see my member proud and red, small rashes of red covering it’s surface. All I awaited was to be released of my bonds and my ring… So I can out in peace…

But nothing happened.

Instead the bunny stared at it as he knelt in front of me. My dick throbbed in sorrow as it felt more of the air blow past, causing the bunny’s whiskers to twitch. “Wow… You musta went through hell…” he chuckled, and a line that would send a shiver up my spine slithered out of his mouth.

“I wonder how suffering tastes~.”

Time went in slow motion as he slowly opened his mouth and placed his lips over the tip.

Harrowing needling pain immediately shot through my entire body, as the bunny slowly went down my taper. My body immediately tensed and pulled again as I gasped in horror, feeling him bob up and down… And then I felt the tongue.

“AH! STOP! STOp stop stop stop pleeeheheeease… Jesus fucking- Stop! Let me gohohohhh.” I wilted at the feeling of him sucking me off, what was supposed to be a pleasure became a cruel past time of misery in my hypersensitive state. From the monotony of the stimulation of the milker, the unique, slippery sensations was like being power washed on a wound. Each soft sensation felt electric against his tongue which he worked all the way around his shaft.

After a minute of constant sucking he finally bobbed off of his cock. A sly grin on his face as he licked his lips. “... Well, that was mighty delicious.”

I could only sob from how violated and tortured I felt. My eyes slowly drifted to the side in exhaustion.

“Well… That’s that. I gotta prep you for the night.”

My ears flicked up in terror. “P…prep?”

“Of course! After all, I didn’t want to leave it so dry!”

He rummaged through his bag humming an ominously delightful tune, until he pulled out a bottle of The Bomb.

“I found it at the store and thought it might be perfect for you!”

Immediately I began to struggle and plead. “No… nononononono please… Please I’ll give you anything!”

“Y’know… I was watching The Hot Ones recently and god, one dab of this on a wing sent people into coughing fits… gasping for milk… It’s really funny, I gotta show you sometime.” He slowly undid the wrappings for the bottle, twisting it open.

“Don’t… Don’t do this.” Tears formed at the edges of my eyes.

“Ah well… Maybe you can tell me about it firsthand!”

Unceremoniously, he dolloped a large portion over the length of my taper, to my utter horror.

At first it didn’t feel like anything… slightly cold from how hot and fiery my dick burned from the stimulation… Each sensation felt like fire but it was bearable… Then the heat started to rise. First it felt like hot water was poured on my dick… Then scalding microwaved coffee… Then it exploded.

My struggles renewed in full vigor as I started to sweat. I screamed loudly from the pain of what felt like lava drenched on my shaft. Nothing in my life could prepare me for what I now experienced, even the hours of milking. Each second felt like I was burning alive, jumping into a volcano, all concentrated on the top of my hypersensitive dick…

And it wasn’t over.

Without warning, the rabbit slipped the milker over my shaft, also covered in a red sauce, even as I struggled. I wrestled against my bonds as I panted in sorrow, my eyes watering as he turned the machine on.

The intensity was unbearable, the intensity of sensitivity of the milking multiplied with the horrible burning of the hot sauce and vice versa. Each second I spent grappling with each was one I would not imagine on my worst enemy. Burning and jolting and lightning and plasma.

I struggled against my bonds to reach it, audience be damned, and could not grab hold. I needed help, I needed anyone.

“PLEASE! SHIT FU- AAAAAAAAAHAHAAHAH AGH FUUUCK. PLEASE! LET- AAAAAAAA-” I tried to form sentences that I could not even comprehend.

He spoke something that I couldn’t hear over my yelling and horrible red vision. Nothing in the world mattered except release… Especially after the sauce started to slicken the bottom of my member, multiplying the heat exponentially.

It was only after I glanced back up did I see him start to close the door behind him, and say something I still could not hear.

“NO GET BACK FAUUCK AHHHHHH!” I pleaded, pushing myself forward in a desperate bid to get closer. I lunged with the chair, toppling over in my seat but still not escaping my bonds. I thrashed even harder with strength I didn’t know I had… But by then the door had been shut.

Agony became my world. I screamed at nothing in a desperate bid to every god I knew that the torment would end. The heat rose endlessly. The pain grew exponentially. my dick felt like a sun attatched to me. But nothing would save me. I tugged at the bonds and leaned my head back, my ears turning to angles in ways I had never done before.

All I knew was suffering. Every memory I had vanished at the will of the ever burning member attached to me. One that I now wished never existed. One that I wanted more than anything to sever. Each second a callous thrust from the milker, a further chance to spread heat across my ever sensitive member. And even still, I came… And as my shaft opened up, the heat poured in.

Never in my life have I experienced such heat.

Somehow the hot sauce found a small portion of my dick left untortured and claimed it. Heat erupted from inside my shaft as with the outside. I thrusted and convulsed on the floor as I tried desperately to hump away the overwhelming pain. My diaphragm bounced like a balloon. My lungs were crushed under the weight of my wails. Each moment lasted for another eternity as I felt my shaft even still continue getting pumped in the worst post orgasm state I have endured. I clenched my legs together to tense my muscles in hopes of getting a small reprieve from stimulation, only to find that it only made the heat worse. Nothing could save me now. My body begged for any end.

Nothing would answer.