Hans woke up in a dark cell, naked and forcibly aroused through drugs as his penis bobbed between his legs
Hans was once again fully aroused from the drugs, his scrotum constricting, testicles clenching and his cock needing to be touched as he was left to roam his tiny cell, yet any attempts of masturbation were countered by a sharp electrocution, zapping his entire body each time he sought to cup his sex
As the desire grew, he tried to focus on anything else...anything but the need...but nothing helped. The darkness and loneliness taunted him, teased him with images of what he longed for: release, comfort, relief. He cried out in frustration, his voice muffled by the cold damp stone of his cell.
They would play porn in his cell as he ached for sex, especially ones where the women were loud and moaning, subtly training him and molding him as they would inject him with arousing drugs and play the porn during physical torture and beatings, merging pain and pleasure into one form of ultimate pleasure
It's too much, he thought, unable to resist the images and sounds any longer. He moaned and pressed his body against the bars of his cell, offering himself up to anyone who might hear him. His cock ached with need, leaking a trail of precum onto the cold stone beneath him.
"Please," he whispered hoarsely. "Just let me cum..." The words tasted like desperation and defeat.
Maxim walked into the room, eying Hans as he tried to find anything to relive his penis with, the man was obviously beaten and tortured, gashes and bruises adorning his body. "How do you want to cum?" Asked the man as he playfully kicked Hans in the nuts
"Please, Sir," Hans managed to choke out between ragged breaths. "Anything...any way you want." His hips bucked helplessly against the bars of his cell as he tried to seek release. The pain in his testicles was almost too much to bear, but it only served to heighten his arousal.
His cock throbbed in time with his heartbeat as he begged for the man to take pity on him and grant his desperate request. "Please..."
Maxim was pleased to see the mental degradation abd the submissive attitude is f such a smart and brutal soldier. "You would betray your country, your uniform, your wife and child to cum?"
"Yes," he groaned, his fingers scrabbling blindly against the bars as he fought to keep himself upright. "I would do anything..." Tears streamed down his face, and his voice broke on the words. His body was one trembling mass of need and pain.
"go down to your knee, kiss my boots and lick them well, show me how obedient and eager you are for this!"
Without hesitation, Hans knelt down on the cold stone floor and quickly leaned forward to kiss Maxim's boots, his tongue darting out to lick the leather in a desperate attempt to please him. His back arched as he tasted dust and saltiness against his lips, fueling his arousal further. "Please," he moaned hoarsely. "I need it..." He reached between Maxim's legs, searching for any sign of pleasure that might grant his request.
"good, good, there's no need for pride anymore, especially for you, you just need to obey and we will make it hurt good, after all, you're no soldier and no man, you're a poor excuse of a man, ready to let another virile and strong man sodomize him, is that right?"
Through his tears and the haze of pain and lust, Hans nodded frantically, unable to find words past the choking need that had taken over every part of him. His cock throbbed with need as he clumsily tried to soothe Maxim's erection through his pants, all while keeping his face pressed against the man's boots. He whimpered and moaned, begging for relief as he was reduced to nothing more than a pathetic animal driven by base desires.
Maxim removed the restrictions from Hans hand using a remote control. "Go squat for me in the middle of the room, and jerk yourself off for me until you cum, humiliate yourself for me by any means necessary"
Hans quickly obeyed, dropping to his knees in the center of the room as he began frantically jerking his aching cock, his face flushed with shame and arousal. He moaned and sobbed uncontrollably, his hips bucking helplessly as he desperately tried to find release. "Please..." he whispered hoarsely, gaze fixated on the man who held all of his happiness hostage. "Please let me cum..."
"imagine your commander's reaction, his troops were all killed, except for you, you stayed alive for sex instead of dying with honour, isn't that pathetic? Yet you seem to love the pathetic aspect of it, you're even jerking yourself harder at the thought"
The image of his commander's disappointment burned in his mind, fueling the fire within him as he continued to stroke himself relentlessly. The shame and humiliation only served to heighten his arousal as salty tears dripped onto his hands. He groaned, arching his back as his climax approached, desperate for release from this endless cycle of pain and desire.
"Yes," he gasped out between moans. "I love it...I want to be used..." His hips bucked violently against the cold floor as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through him, his cock throbbing erratically as he emptied himself onto the stone.
"Now be a good pig and lick the floor clean of your pathetic cum, lick it clean and come thank me by kissing my boots"
Still panting and shuddering with the aftershocks of his orgasm, Hans obediently lowered his face to the cold stone floor and began lapping at his own semen eagerly, moaning with pleasure as he cleaned up every last drop. When he was finished, he looked up at Maxim's boots and let out a shaky breath, voice hoarse from disuse. "Thank you...Sir." His cheeks flushed red with shame as he quickly kissed the man's boot in gratitude for allowing him release, even if only temporary.
The next few days were filled with pain and pleasure as Hans was reduced into a pathetic toy, he was interrogated and made to spill the secrets of the country in exchange for more pain and pleasure, Hans eagerly spilled all the Infos and secrets while happily licking Maxim's boots
Days passed in a haze of agony and ecstasy as Hans submitted fully to his captor's whims, revealing every secret he had been sworn to protect. The pain only served to heighten the pleasure he derived from Maxim's touch, his cries echoing through the dark cell as he relinquished all control over himself and willingly became a plaything for his tormentor. He licked Maxim's boots with abandon, relishing in the taste of sweat and dirt as he waited patiently for another opportunity to feel the full weight of the man's dominance upon him.
"Please..." he whimpered, "...more." His cock ached unmercifully, leaking precum with every breath. "Anything...I'll do anything." The shame and humiliation that had once been his armor now felt like a weight dragging him deeper into the depths
"if you do this one video, I will let you have sex with a male or female corpse, full on uninterrupted sex until you cum inside, you like the sound of that?" He asked as he eyed the kneeling hab's and his reaction to it
Panting, eyes wide with desire, Hans nods frantically, barely able to contain his need. "Yes...anything..." He looks up at Maxim pleadingly, trembling as he imagines himself impaled on the cold dead flesh, desperate for release from this endless torment. "Please," he whispers hoarsely, voice breaking with need. "Let me be yours."
"go in front of the camera and tell them everything, how you've survived when everyone died and how you've told us everything about their secrets, tell them how it feels to be owned and treated worse than a parasite, and that you can only think with your penis and that you like pleasing us"
Nodding furiously, barely able to contain his eager agreement, Hans stumbles forward toward the camera, face flushed with shame and arousal. "I am...so pathetic..." He begins, voice trembling as he relays everything he's been told to say, even as desire burns within him. "You are my master now...own me...please use me however you wish." His gaze flickers down toward his aching cock before snapping back up to meet the camera's unyielding stare. "I am nothing without your touch..."
The video then ends and Hans in allowed back into Maxim's side of the room, Hans was quick to lick his boots and waited for his reward. "That's a good boy, do you want to sleep with a male orca female corpse?"
Panting and trembling with need, Hans looks up at Maxim eagerly, nodding vigorously. "Yes...anything you want..." His gaze darts between the man's boots and his own desperate cock, unable to focus on anything else as he imagines being impaled on the cold dead flesh.
"I belong to you," he whispers hoarsely. "Use me however you see fit."