When Todd walked through the doors of the darkened room, he couldn't see a thing. He could smell it though. It was the smell of mansex. He had smelled it before a couple times during his frosh year at U of I. Now, home in Chicago, he had taken the train to a place he had only heard of. It was a club, a club for young men who looked for men. He had saved the $50.00 membership fee, paid it, got a card, and begun to explore. He found the lockers, stashed his clothes, and with the key hanging from his wrist walked down the hall wearing socks and high tops with a tiny towel covering nothing. His 9 inch long 6 inch girth was pushing the towel out of the way. He had moved into the dark room so no one would see. What he hadn't reckoned with was that he couldn't see. As his eyes adjusted he saw an open spot against a wall. He would stand there for a few minutes to build up courage to go on. Why would that spot be empty, he wondered. The room was pretty full.
No sooner had Todd place his back against the wall when hands moved his arms up and clamped his wrists. Todd opened his mouth to protest but found a gag being inserted. As he tried to kick out with his right leg, he felt it grabbed by strong hands and arms. His right leg was now out. Soon the left. He was making a big X. It was a St Andrew's cross. Soon a light came on. It shone on him and him alone. It was bright and he closed his eyes just long enough for the blindfold. Panic set in. Todd was immobilized. He was in pitch black while he heard the sounds of movement in the room.
A deep voice announced that the fun would begin. With the first slap to his balls, Todd felt weak and nauseated. The second slap increased the feeling. The slaps came faster with less time in between. Soon Todd thought he would pass out. As suddenly as it had begun, the slapping stopped. Todd felt the cool cream applied to his balls, then his cock. He felt much better. Maybe, he would be released. Then, the burn set in. The cream was a deep heat. His cock gorged with blood to be even bigger. The helmet which overhung the shaft by 1/2 inch on all sides grew bigger and bigger. He felt the pressured as a tube was inserted into his urethra. It was a catheter and suddenly his bladder was draining right there.
The huge St Andrew's cross was slowly moved to the horizontal position. With cock and balls on fire and bladder draining at will, Todd was beside himself. Then he was given to drink. It was acrid and had Todd been able to smell he would have known it was piss, his own piss. It was simple recycling.
Could it get worse? he wondered to himself.