[CAPTIVE RESIDENTS]
Young was scared. He was in a dimly lit place. He was naked. His hands were tied behind his back. He was made to drink a substance that would make his muscles very weak. He could only sit up straight. But he could not stand nor walk.
The crazy man who abducted him was in front of him, naked and wiping a gun with a towel.
Young had been kidnapped while he was in a parking lot. When he woke up, he was already debilitated inside a facility that was foreign to him. He had been in captivity for a week already.
Everyday, the crazy abductor would fuck his ass while the gun was pointed on his temple. He would be forced to drink the chemical that made him lose touch with his body and his senses.
That night was no different. Once again, the captor fucked him like a ragdoll while the barrel of the gun was in his mouth. He noticed that day by day, the pain of being anally penetrated was weaning down. He was also starting to feel more comfortable taking a dick in his ass. He was surprised to notice that his cock was also getting hard.
Ten days passed. Twenty days passed. A month had passed and Young had given up hope of escaping his prison. After the thirtieth day, he was already untied. But he did feel motivated to run away from that place.
He explored the place and found a lot of laboratory equipments that mass reproduced the substance he was made to drink prior to his daily fucking session.
His wandering brought him to an underground venue. There was a man there, wearing designer briefs. The man was muscular. He was playing pingpong with the wall.
"Hello," the man greeted.
"Are you also a captive?" Young asked.
The man started playing again, "I used to be. But now, I like being here. I'm a resident."
"No that's Stockholm syndrome," Young retorted.
"No, that's the effect of the elixir he was making us drink," said the man, "it made me more tolerant of the sex. You're the new guy? Day thirty? It's starting to feel good, right? The sex?"
Young got red, "no!"
"You're untied, why don't you leave?" the man challenged.
"Well. Uhm. The captor is gonna find me and fuck me soon," Young reasoned.
"Exactly my point," the man replied as he removed his briefs, tool the the handle of his pingpong racket and started fucking himself with it, "ughh... Us we... The residents... We love this getting fucked. This is our life now. Oh shit it feels good."
Young felt hot while watching the co-resident impale himself on the inanimate object. Indeed it was their destiny.
Young got the other racket that was hanging around. He started fucking himself with the handle.
They smiled at each other as their erect cocks bounced in unison.
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