"Yes I truly think your going to 'enjoy' this next part" the middle aged Italian says. The rest of the gang laughed as someone suddenly hits you over the head from behind, knocking you out!
"my head..." you say as you wake up.
"Up already my young colt?" the gang leader says. Startled you try to get up and discover you are bound to a metal stab by your wrists and ankles.
"Whats going on? Let me go!" You scream in a high pitched voice. Hearing your high pitched voice you remember the strange events from yesterday. "What did you do to me?!"
"Only what you rightly deserve my young colt"
"Stop calling me that!" the old man pauses for a moment before walking over to you.
"And what would you call yourself?"
"I'd call myself..." You think hard trying to remember your name, but can't
"Your old name is gone along with your old identity, and I see no need for you to have a new name... yet. capesh?"
You lay there stunned, your old life was gone... nothing remained of it except a memory. Now you were tied to a table naked listening to this old mafia guy talk.
"What are you going to do to me?" you Finlay get out
"You've met my grandson haven't you?" the old man says stepping aside revealing a badly beaten young teen.
"no..." you say realizing that queer kid who looked at you for a little to long was this guys family.
"May I ask why you felt the need to beat the shit out of him? Now keep in mind we can do much worse then your current state"
"He was checking me out in the bathroom, he had to be taught some manners!"
"Hmmm that certainly changes things" he says looking at the beaten young teen who was staring at the floor
"See its not my fault, I was just doing you a favor!" you say instantly regretting your choice of words.
"A favor?" the old man laughs "Well then I guess I owe you a 'favor'" he says holding up what looked like a remote
"I did't mean it like that!... what.. what are you doing?"
"See this remote here? This is my favor to you..."
"What are you doing? Put the remote down I'll do anything!"
"I'm sure you'll be doing anything no matter what" the old man says turning two knobs slightly. You suddenly feel your eight inch soft rod twitch. Letting out a soft moan you find yourself pulling against the restraints trying to reach for your aroused member
"Need some help?" the old man's voice snaps you back into attention.
"What did you do?"
"Well since you feel the need to punish those for that which they cant control, I saw if fitting that you should be punished by similar means..."
"You mean that remote controls..." the old man nods
"Like if I was to turn this knob sharply..." The old man turns one of the knobs he had touched earlier all the way. You feel a sudden rush and as you watch your dick shoot strait up becoming painfully hard. "Your probably wondering why you don't feel any usual urges that you are used to in such situations."
You barley listen to what hes saying as you watch your at least a foot long dick pulse.
"Yes those urges are controlled by this knob" he says turning the other knob completely. You suddenly become incredibly horny, more horny then you have ever been before in your life. Before you have time to think you find yourself flailing against the restraints trying to get to your aching dick. The old man watched you twist back and forth and struggle against the restraints for a while.
"Need.... do... cum... so... fucking... horny... so... fucking... hard!" You continue to gasp out words in between breaths.
The old man eventually turns the knobs back, and you stop flailing and lay gasping on the metal lab table covered in sweat.
"Please... not again..." you get out
"But you seemed to be enjoying yourself so much"
"Too much, I could'nt control myself" you say as the old man smiled
"Precisely" he turns the knobs back all the way again, and you resume flailing in pleasure.
The old man turns away from you and starts talking with his grandson, a look of concern on his face. You start to scream the urge was just too strong to deny. If you didn't find release soon you felt like you would explode.
The old man turns back to you "Now my young Italian colt you look like you want some help..."
"No... Don't touch me!" you scream
"Very well..." he says leaving the remote on the table and started walking out the door.
"No wait come back! Please... Anything!" You yell at them as they leave.
The old man and his grandson walk back into the room.
"what was that?" the old man says standing over you
"Anything please just make it stop"
"Anything?" the old man says with a look in his eye that makes you shudder...
"No, please not that!" The old man picks the remote back up and flips one of the many other switches.
"You sure about that?" the old man says stroking your hairless chest lightly with his fingers. You moan loudly as he strokes your chest, the last switch increasing the sensations of touch exponentially.
"Yes! Yes! Please make it stop! Make it stop!" you scream as you start to cry.
The old man watches you trash and cry for a minute then presses a big red button on the remote. You suddenly feel the pressure build in your balls as you start to climax. You suddenly let out a loud scream as jets of cum shoot from your dick all over your torso and face. The old man turns the knobs off and flips the switch back into the normal position leaving you exhausted on the table a grin on your face.
"Now my young colt you will be staying with my grandson do everything he says or you'll be learning what the rest of these buttons do!" he says showing you a remote covered in writing, knobs, switches, and buttons. "And just to repay you another 'favor' I'm leaving a second remote for my grandson to play with, I'm sure hes not still upset about what you did." the old man says handing the remote to the kid.
The kid walks over to you then suddenly everything goes black...