Chapter 12: The tape

Light escaped through the barred window and illuminated the dark corners of the coal cellar. It hit Michael's closed eyelids, he had been sleeping for the last 4 hours. The light woke him from a shallow sleep and infiltrated his vision with a bright orange color. He could feel the warmth of this natural light and he opened his eyes. It was so long ago since he had felt sunlight on his face that he thought that it was wonderful. As he squinted into the light he lifted his hand and held it in front of the beam, as if he tried to capture the it. He then dragged his broken body in a upright position, rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and observed his surroundings. His prison existed of Ink-black cold stone walls and a damp and filthy floor. It was packed with all sort of rubbish; old bookcases filled with files of patients already dismissed from the asylum or dead, chairs with broken legs, cabinets with drawers missing, boxes filled with broken stuff and junk. Everything in the cellar was considered worthless and was therefore discarded in the old coal cellar, just like himself. He was leaning with his naked body against the cold stones with his wretched legs resting on filthy clothes. Every painful movement he made caused his chains to jingle, reminding him that he was prisoner. He had to go to the bathroom. First he wanted to hold it in, but then he thought it was pretty useless to act as if he was still a civilized man while in reality he was chained and treated like an animal. He crawled as far away as his aching body was able to carry him from the cloths he had used as blankets during the night and peed while he was still on his hands and knees. He could feel his warm piss stream down his legs and flooding the floor beneath him. A yellow pool of urine formed between his legs and soiled his hands and knees. When he was finished, he crawled back to the clothes, he didn't even bother to wipe himself clean anymore. He lay his weak body down as close to the beam of light as his chains allowed him and waited silently.

Fly returned in the afternoon and brought him something to eat. To Michael's surprise it was not the dreadful gray porridge that he usually got from them, but a bowl of chicken soup. Michael had forgotten that he hadn't eaten since the last time Angelica had fed him supper and the smell of real food reminded him that he was hungry. Fly smiled arrogantly as he teasingly held the bowl in front of him, close enough to let his nose pick up the aromatic smell and make his mouth fill with salivary. But as soon as he crawled towards it, his mouth opened and drooling like a hungry dog, he replaced the bowl just out of his reach. Michael moaned out of frustration and jerked on his chains, he stretched his arms to reach the bowl, but he could hardly touch it with his fingertips. He looked up at Fly, his eyes begging him silently to feed him. Fly squatted beside Michael and picked up the bowl of soup. He is going to throw it away before my eyes, thought Michael sadly by himself, he is going to torture me by just carelessly throwing away something that I'm craving for.

Fly stood up and looked down at Michael. "Are you really hungry Michael? I thought nurse Angelica had suckled you till you were fat and content before the Doc ordered us to take it over from her. Do you really want this?"

Michael nodded eagerly and begged him. "Please, I am hungry sir. Please feed me. Don't throw it away. I will even lick it up from your feet if you like, just let me have it, please."

Fly smiled contently. "That won't be necessary, I brought a spoon. You will get some of it, but first I have to take some security measures. Give me your hands Michael."

Hesitatingly, Michael obeyed and hold his hands in front of him. Fly took a set of leather hand cuffs out of his pockets and secured it around his wrists behind his back. He then bound his legs together with an other set of leather cuffs.

"Crawl as close towards me as your chains allow it and kneel."

Michael obeyed and as he kneeled down and facing Fly's crotch, he couldn't help himself to think of how he had sucked his black dick like a willing sex slave last night in the bathing facility. He was reminded of how big his cock was and how warm it felt to have it in his mouth. Shamefully, he abolished the memories into the darker corners of his mind.

Fly took a spoon full of chicken soup and dripped it slowly onto the floor. Michael opened his mouth eagerly and stretched his neck in order to catch as much as he could. It tasted deliciously and his empty stomach yearned for more. Fly took another spoon full and fed him in the same way, although this time he moved his spoon from left to right and from back to front, Michael followed the dripping spoon, trying to catch each drop of soup, his body following Fly's hand like a snake following it's masters lute. Fly continued this till the bowl was half full, he then put it on the floor in front of Michael and let him lick the rest out of the bowl.

Michael licked the bowl spotless, when he had finished everything, Fly made him sit down on the cold floor and show him his knees. Fly removed the old bandages that were stained crusted blood and urine and replaced them for clean ones. He checked Michael's collar bone, he ran his fingers over it, pushing on the swollen flesh occasionally, making Michael writhed in pain. The area where he had hit him had turned purple and blue, but he could not feel that there was anything broken.

"Your injuries are not that serious, nothing broken that cannot heal. How did you sleep last night white boy? Was it cold in here?"

"It.it was very cold in here."

"Do you need a blanket then?"

Michael nodded hesitatingly, "Yes, please."

"I will bring one tonight when I come back to keep an eye on you. Try to get some shut eye, you need your rest to recover."

The next few days, Fly took good care of Michael by feeding him and tending his wounds. Michael recovered very well, he almost felt gratitude towards the man who had inflicted the injuries on him in the first place. He learned to trust him, although his trust was occasionally misled, since Fly would play sadistic tricks on him every time he felt like it. Sometimes it where the bandages that he ripped off his flesh too brutally, at other times it were the cigarettes that he smoked and that he pushed out on Michael's genitals. Fly would order him to hold his hands in front of his penis when he had to urinate and let him piss all over them. He otherwise kept Michael hands and feet tied up and jerked on his chains if he wasn't pleased with something he did and he hit him. Still, Michael felt he was better off with Fly than with Jake and he suffered every abuse from Fly without any resistance.

One late afternoon, Fly came down the cellar carrying a paper grocery bag. Michael was curious what was inside, he hoped that it was something to eat since he got only fed once a day and it was never enough to satisfy the empty feeling in his stomach. Fly left the paper bag on an old table in the other corner of the cellar and ran upstairs again. When he returned, he brought an old fashioned VHS camera with him that he carefully focussed on Michael before he pulled out the camera-stand and placed the camera 3 meters away from it's subject. He then fished 2 flashlights out of the paper bag, and secured these on the stand with pieces of rope. He aimed the fierce lights on Michael, who was getting alarmed and had crawled with his back against the wall. He knew that Fly had something up his sleeves and that was probably gonna involve a great deal of suffering for him, causing the cold nibbling feeling of hunger inside him to make way for shear panic. Fly fished two other dark objects out of the paper bag, but the harsh lights that was shining in his eyes made it impossible to see what they were. Fly untied Michael's handcuffs behind his back only to retie them above his head and to secure them on a pipe line that ran aside the cellar wall. He then replaced the leather cuffs on his feet with two separate steel cuffs. He forced Michael to spread his legs wide and secured the steel cuffs to another pipeline and to the leg of a loaded file case that stood nearby. Michael's body was now stretched between it restrains and he was unable to close his legs again. His genitals were exposed and in full view of the camera, he was totally helpless. Fly tied a piece of cloth round his mouth and went back to the camera to correct the focus and the lighting, he aimed one of the flashlights on Michael's genitals and one on his now frightened face. Sweat was dripping from his forehead and was captured in his dark eyebrows, he flashed his blue eyes from corner to corner like a startled deer in order to observe Fly's every movement and he prayed silently that what ever it was that he was going to do to him would be quickly over soon.

Fly fooled around with the camera till he was satisfied and then pressed the record button, he taped his chained subject and zoomed in on his wrinkled penis and balls as he started to speak into the microphone.

"Well, well, well, this white ass cunt has a short little dick! Look at how small it is. It's not even big enough to satisfy a Chi wa wa bitch! But maybe Big Bad Daddy can do something about it. Hey white boy, moan for me! Moan like the little sissy you are!"

Fly stepped on Michael's penis, rubbing his sole over his cock as he was rubbing off dirt from his shoes. Michael was surprised that the sensation caused by this was not that painful at all, it even felt arousing. Gradually, his cock became erect as warm blood filled his cold and neglected lid. Fly's shoe rubbed against his balls, the inner parts of his tights and his sensitive cock-head. Michael moaned as Fly has ordered him to but as the rubbing progressed the sounds he made became louder and more natural, he was getting wet. His body twisted in his restrains and shivered of pleasure and humiliation. Fly increased the pressure on his genitals now and then, sometimes even stepping on them with half his weight causing Michael to arch his back in pain, but that pain mingled with the warm sensual sensation he felt in his belly and became even part of it. He closed his eyes and moaned like a whore trough his cloth while precum started to drip of his red and swollen cock. By now he was only slightly aware of the camera that kept focussing on him and captured every perverse image. An hot steaming orgasm was forcing it's way out and he had to let it escape otherwise this burning sensation inside would drive him insane. Sweat ran over his back and red patches appeared on his cheeks and skin as if he was blushing all over his body, he was almost there, almost.

Suddenly, Fly's shoe retreated and the rubbing stopped. Michael's moaned and groaned anxiously, his body wriggled like a fish, still craving to let the monstrous orgasm escape but finding no way to do so. He thought that he was going mad with lust, his fully erect cock jerked and his pelvic muscles kept contracting themselves as if they were thrusting into a non existing vagina. He whined like a dog, begging his master for more.

Fly was still taping him and laughed sadistically as he saw his poor subject's frustration. "Look at that! Seems to me that his dick is not that small after all. Look at that pathetic little white boy getting all excited. You like that don't you? You twisted little pervert! You like to be treated like a whore! Does our little white ass cunt wanna come? Tell Big Bad Daddy about it! Moan if you wanna come! Moan for me!"

Michael moaned as loud as he could trough his cloth, he even spread his legs wider apart, inviting him to step on his genitals. His body twisted and pulled on it's restrains, begging to be abused.

"Wow! Look at that horny bitch! Getting all horny and wet like a pussy! You wanna be fucked by big Bad Daddy? Hey? You wanna be fucked like a whore?"

Michael nodded eagerly, tears of frustration started to ran down his cheek. YES! He begged to be toughed, he begged to be taking by this black man's superior huge cock. He would allow him to fuck him in every orifice he had, as long as he would let him come!

Fly squatted beside him, he focussed his camera on Michael's face which was already shining with sweat. Fly stroke gently across his cheek and wiped some tears from his chin. Man, he thought by himself, this mother fucker looks damn tasty when he's in distress! He was getting aroused himself. He grinned as he said wickedly;

"I've a surprise for my little horny sissy boy." He gloved his hands and held up the dark object he had brought with him in the grocery bag. Michael pierced trough the harsh light to get a glimpse at it. It was a big black rubber dildo that wriggled like a worm. Fly ran his fingers across Michael's shiny cock and collected as much of the precum as he could. He then smeared it all over the faux cock. "I want this to slide in your ass as easily as a lump of butter." He said and grinned. To wake his victim's lust even more, Fly rubbed the dildo against his sensitive cock-head and turned the vibration on. He played with Michael's tormented lid as if he was playing the violin with the dildo acting as a bow. He rubbed it up and down the shaft, sometimes fast and sometimes teasingly slow, applying pressure irregularly over his most sensitive areas. The sensation that these caresses caused was enough to make Michael's head spin and his cock dripping wet. Hundreds of different hormones rushed trough his veins and triggered his organs; the muscles in his pelvis and his hips contracted rhythmically, his toes and fingers twisted and his respiration became shallow and labored. He moaned loudly to express the wicked sensation of depraved lust that was coiling and twisting inside his body. "PFFFFuck mpffe!" He shouted through his gag pleadingly. "PFFFFlease pffffuck mpfe! Letth mpfe compfe, letth mpffe compffe!"

Fly laughed loudly as he removed the now dripping wet dildo and ran the it's tip sensuously down his scrotum to the groove between his ass cheeks and back while the vibration was still on. "Beg me white boy if you wanna come! Moan and beg me for it!"

Michael, already mad with lust shouted through his gag again and again that he wanted to be taken, that he wanted to be ravished by the black rubber cock that Fly held in his hand while he moaned loader and hornier than any of the girls he had fucked in his life. "PFFFuck mpffe! I begpff you, pffflease pfffuck mpfe! Sffftick itff in myff ass, pffflease! PFFFuck mpffe pfflike a pffhore!" And gradually, the vibrating dildo traveled further south, getting closer and closer to his anus just before it retreated each time. Finally, it lingered in front of his rosebud, touching it with it's vibrating tip and rubbing against the fleshy valley in which it was hidden. Suddenly, The tip penetrated his anus, spreading it's sphincter and sending sensual vibrations down into his body. Fly then gave a brute thrust and the dildo vanished for more then two third inside him. Michael first cried out of pain since the harshness of the assault tore open his old wounds, but as the pain slowly ebbed away, it was replaced by a burning wicked sensation that made his legs and arms spasm uncontrollably out of pleasure. He felt like a virgin that was ravished for the first time and he moaned and groaned while the vibrations he was riding on brought him into new heights. Fly watched and filmed him, he saw his victim close his eyes of pleasure and hold his mouth constantly open as if he was crying out one long moan. His bare skin was flushed red and shiny with sweat. His otherwise pale cheeks were rosy as if he was a naughty little school boy that had nipped a drink from his father's medicine cabinet. Fly zoomed on Michael's delighted face, then he ran the camera down his naked shivering body till he reached his crotch. He observed the pool of fluid that had formed on the floor just beneath his ass. Precum was still oozing out of his hard cock and wet his crotch before it dripped down the groove between his ass cheeks to the floor. Fly had to be quick now, Michael was going to come within seconds. He placed the camera back on it's stand and kept it rolling while he picked up the second object that he had brought with him. It was a gag formed like a black erect penis. A long thin tube was connected to it. Fly grabbed Michael's cock and slid the tube inside, Michael twisted by this unpleasant sensation, but he had tubes in his ureter before and was therefore not too distressed by this. Fly then reached out to the cloth that he tied around his mouth. As soon as the salivary drenched cloth was removed, a load moaning sound escaped. Michael was almost climaxing and his ravished body needed more oxygen to perform it's task, he panted heavily while Fly grabbed his cheeks and forced the penis gag down his throat. Michael coughed and choke his head violently, but soon was captured again by his rising orgasm and stopped resisting.

"That's a good whore, suck it you slut! Suck the cock! Suck it!"

Michael obeyed meekly and while the camera rolled on, powerful sensations erupted in side of him, an overwhelming orgasm exploded like a bomb in his twisting sweaty body, making him arch his back and shout out loud of excitement while his voice was muffled by the penis gag. He hadn't been able to have an orgasm for months now and the final liberation of this burden brought an overwhelming sensation of relief. He shot his load, a flood of hot steamy cum flushed down the tube and forced it's way down his throat via the penis gag. Michael gargled as he almost drowned in his own sperm, his eyes widened as he looked up at Fly, who was still filming his ordeal.

"Don't look at the camera like that! Just close your eyes and suck it white boy! Suck your own cum your horny bitch!"

The panic that overcame Michael retreated and he did as he was told. He sucked the black rubber cock eagerly while he tasted his own cum, salty, slimy and warm. He swallowed it down and filled his cold empty stomach with the hot liquid. He sucked till the tube and the penis gag were empty and he had no more cum to shoot. Exhausted but content, he let his body rest while heavily panting through his gag.

Fly removed the dildo from his ass, he looked at Michael arrogantly and spat in his face in contempt of his indignant behavior. "Got your perversities on tape now white boy! Bet you're gonna make a lot of people horny!" he released Michael from his steel ankle cuffs and retied his hands behind his back, Michael was still trying to catch his breath from his sexual exertions, he leaned his exhausted body against the cold stones and let Fly retie his restrains. The fantastic warm and content feeling that had first captured him directly after his overwhelming orgasm was gone only to be replaced by a cold and empty feeling. He had once again degraded himself. He had let Fly sexually abuse him and make him beg like a whore to be ravished. The most disturbing part was that although Fly had let him beg before, this time he had been doing it partly out of his own free will. Shamefully, he draw his eyes to the floor, he couldn't bare to look his tormentor into the eyes. He pulled his legs against his sweaty body, making himself as small and invisible for the world as possible and sat there silently. He looked like a frightened puppy that had been caught doing something naughty by his master. Fly packed his stuff back in the paper bag. "Say goodbye to your good friends Michael, although I promise that they are gonna visit you again soon." He grinned while he dropped the rubber dildo gag and the vibrator into the bag. He rushed upstairs with the camera and came back after a while with a bowl of food. He put it on the floor just in front of Michael. "Eat it now if you're hungry, this is all you gonna get for some time. If you haven't finished it before I'm back I will remove it anyway and feed it to the rats in the kitchen. Bon appetite white boy." And with that said, he grabbed the bag and left the cellar. Michael sat there motionless for a moment, his mind still in shock of what Fly had done to him and had made him capable of. But finally, his lower instincts took over once again and he crawled over to the bowl and he started to feed himself like a hungry dog, gulping down his food as fast as possible.