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After being dragged away from Bella, the gag still firmly in his mouth and his asshole burning from the Wolf’s hard use, Alex allowed himself to slump in his guards’ hands and forced them to drag him. He picked up his feet to keep the skin from being scraped off, but he didn’t make their job easy.

Ahead of him, Nurse Roche stopped, turned around, and raised her eyebrows. “Well, if he can’t walk, then carry him,” she said briskly, and then turned back and continued.

The bigger soldier shrugged and picked Alex up over his shoulder, which was humiliating. Alex had always considered himself a fairly big guy—definitely strong—but this soldier had about twice his mass. The only sop to Alex’s pride was that the soldier didn’t seem to be having an easy time carrying him. He could wait for the soldier to tire out and then try to struggle and escape… but there was the other soldier to consider. Not to mention Alex had no idea where Bella was. And Trish was with Jordan. She wasn’t Alex’s responsibility, but he couldn’t handle the idea of leaving her here—but going up against Jordan would be a suicide mission. So, he just hung there like a piece of meat, feeling even lower about himself.

Fluid trickled down the back of his thigh, and Alex shuddered. His focus on escape was a way to help him ignore everything that had just happened.

The second time, in some ways, had felt even better, which made everything worse. Alex didn’t like anal sex. He’d experimented with other men because it had seemed expected at his school, not because he’d been interested, and he’d stopped as soon as he could without looking like a prig. The mitigating factor must have been that he was already inside Bella’s soft, warm pussy while the Wolf was fucking his ass, but it still didn’t make Alex feel better. He shouldn’t have gotten hard at all, much less been able to come.

Ahead of them, he heard a door opening and then they passed through a doorway into what looked like a medical exam room. In the center of the room there was a large frame with wooden slats and bars running horizontally across it.

“Secure him, please,” Nurse Roche said.

Alex’s body tensed, but he forced himself to relax again. There was no point in fighting back right now. He’d only lose and probably be in a worse position than before.

The soldier carrying him set Alex down in front of the frame, and the other one stepped forward to grab Alex’s wrist and push it above his head. They attached him to the cuffs on the frame so his limbs formed the shape of an X, and shortened the length of the cuffs’ chains so there was no slack for him to move. Then they put two slats on the frame, one in front of his chest and the other behind his back, at about the same level. The reason became clear a moment later when the soldiers bent the frame in half, and it forced Alex to bend forward at the waist.

The wooden slats across his chest and back kept his body from sagging and forced his ass up in the air, and Alex had a moment of panic as his vulnerability was reemphasized. The panic only subsided when both of the male soldiers stepped back and took up positions by the door. They were obviously there to guard him or in case Nurse Roche needed them, not to inflict further indignities on his leaking asshole.

He made a noise behind his gag, wanting the nurse to remove it. Alex turned his head he and looked at her, pleading. She smiled at him and patted his cheek.

“I think it’s best if the gag stays in, Toy. That way no one will be subjected to any useless pleading.”

Alex groaned. His jaw was aching from the gag, and he constantly had to swallow to keep from drooling. It was not at all comfortable. Then again, neither was any other part of his body, so why should this be any different? Maybe because Nurse Roche hadn’t seemed that intimidating. Maybe because she was treating him with more caution than the Wolf had. After all, if it wasn’t for his restraints and the two soldiers in the room, he could easily overpower her, even exhausted as he was.

The nurse injected him with a tracker, smiling when she informed him of what it was. Every time he looked up at Nurse Roche, she gave him a little smile that began to look more and more like a smirk. As if she enjoyed having a big, brawny man at her mercy. Alex looked away.

She ran her hands over his back, massaging his muscles and he couldn’t help but groan. It felt good to have the tension smoothed away somewhat. Then her hands moved down to his lower back and onto his buttocks, and he tensed all over again as she moved behind him.

Gentle fingers massaged the rim of his anus, and he gritted his teeth around the gag at the reminder as her fingers made a sloppy, wet sound from the Wolf’s cum.

“Looks like we’re going to need to clean you out back here,” she said, cheerfully.

Alex’s stomach dropped. He didn’t understand what she meant, but his imagination couldn’t come up with anything pleasant. And there was nothing he could do, although he automatically jerked at the restraints. The frame rattled but didn’t give in the slightest.

He couldn’t see what was happening, although he could hear all sorts of strange sounds, but Nurse Roche was pulling a hose up from a special floorboard and attaching a long nozzle to the end of it. The nozzle was about four inches long and slightly tapered, made of a special material that had been specifically designed for the use it was about to be put to.

All Alex knew was something hard pressed against his anal hole, too stiff and unyielding to be denied. With his legs far apart and attached to the frame, he couldn’t clench his buttocks closed, anyway. There was nothing he could do but pull uselessly at his restraints as Nurse Roche fed the tube into his asshole. Once it was firmly lodged inside, she pressed a button on the hose, and the base of the nozzle, just inside Alex’s opening, expanded into a little round ball, making it impossible for him to expel. He groaned at the sudden change in the nozzle as that part of his tunnel stretched and protested.

“Good boy.” Nurse Roche patted his ass, and Alex rattled the frame again. Her patronization was getting to him. He wasn’t doing anything to be good; he just didn’t have the option of doing anything else.

A gush of fluid into his rectum, distracted Alex from his growing frustration and anger. The fluid was warm, almost soothing if it wasn’t for the location, and that just made Alex all the more uncomfortable. If whatever the nurse was doing had led to something painful, he would have preferred that. Painful he could resist, could fight against. This almost-pleasurable feeling of warmth in his belly was harder to be angered by.

The flow of warmth continued, filling him, until he was uncomfortable, and his body started to strain against the restraints. Which was exactly when the nurse stopped it.

“Almost done,” she said cheerfully and pushed another button. The nozzle expanded and pressed against the walls of his body, and the water began to flow out of him, cleaning out his bowels before being sucked down through the hose and into the wastepipes of the building. “A good enema is just what you needed. No more mess. It’s a lovely little system.”

Her chirpy tone, as if what she was doing was normal, really grated. Alex tried to concentrate on his annoyance, rather than the feeling of pleasurable relief that swept through him as the fluid rushed back out. The nozzle shrank inside him, including the little bulb that created a plug, and then it was withdrawn. He sagged in relief and hated himself for doing so. Not that he’d ever expected to be in this kind of situation, but any time he’d ever imagined himself captured at the hands of enemies—What little boy didn’t?—he’d thought he would do better than he had so far.

Nurse Roche wiped around his anus with a cloth, cleaning the last remnants from the abused hole, and then the frame began to move, bringing him back to an upright, standing position.

Alex closed his eyes as she cleaned the sticky mess of his sperm and Bella’s juices from his groin, hating the reminder of what he’d done before coming to this room. So far, his actions had not been those of the hero he’d always pictured himself as. He didn’t know what else he could have done under the circumstances, but being cleaned of the aftermath filled him with shame and guilt and fury.

“Alright, Moon Boy, let’s get you measured.” The term sounded like an insult, but he ignored it.

Measured for what?

The nurse came around to the front of him and knelt down in front of his soft cock. He had a moment of disdain as he looked down at her. Would she try to get him hard to measure the length of his dick? Even if he wasn’t completely disgusted by the situation, he’d just come twice. Getting him hard again when he wasn’t remotely aroused wouldn’t be easy, and it seemed stupid for her to want to measure his cock.

But she didn’t seem at all interested in trying to get him hard. She had a soft ring made of a stretchy-looking material—possibly similar to the material from the enema nozzle—and she pushed his balls through it, one at a time, before pulling his limp dick through, as well. The ring rested snugly against his groin and around his entire cock and balls, and made his dick feel strange. The sensation of his pulse flowing through that entire area was amplified.

“Hmmm…” The nurse fiddled with a remote in her hand, and the ring tightened, although not uncomfortably. Just snugly, as if it were hugging the base of his cock and balls. “That should do it, but let’s make sure.”

She leaned forward and took his cock between her lips, and his hips surged forward in shock. Her hot, wet mouth around his dick seemed more intense than he’d ever felt—maybe an effect of the ring. He clamped his jaw around the gag and resisted the trickles of pleasure that tingled through him as her tongue flicked against his pee-hole and she sucked gently on his flaccid dick.

Alex tried to think of everything he could to keep himself from getting hard. The Moon. His family. Finding Ken and Lisa in bed together. Bella—no, that was a bad idea. The Wolf. How sore his asshole was.

None of it did any good. Slowly but surely, his dick began to harden as the nurse skillfully fellated him. Alex felt the same sense of shame and humiliation he had when he’d first looked at Bella’s naked body and hadn’t been able to control his reaction. Jerking hard at the frame did nothing but make the soldiers in the doorway smirk, and even looking at them did nothing to halt the slow rise of his cock.

Even though the things going through his mind should have deflated him immediately, it was like his cock couldn’t get smaller, like it could only get bigger and harder. The nurse’s fingers tickled his balls, which were exquisitely sensitive as his cock grew and the ring snugged against his body grew tighter.

Nurse Roche was obviously skilled at giving oral sex—she was able to take the entire length of his cock down her throat. His cock hardened no matter what he did to try slowing the process. He didn’t give in though, and when she finally pulled her lips from the angry red organ, he growled at her through the gag.

She ignored him, putting her hand around the shaft and pumping it. “Very nice…” she said approvingly. “I think you might be the biggest Moon Boy we’ve had here.” A wicked smile crossed her face. “In fact… I think I might even like to play with you a bit, Toy.”

The frame he was on began to tilt backward, and Nurse Roche stepped out of the way until it held his body completely parallel with the floor, at which point it began to lower. The entire time, his cock ached and grew even harder, despite the cessation of stimulation. Alex didn’t know how, but he knew it was because of the ring she’d placed around him.

Once he was on the floor, Nurse Roche stood over him, lifting up her skirts as she straddled his waist. Alex had plenty of experience with women, including older ones. He loved women and, while he was always faithful when he was in a relationship, he’d had a fair number of sexual partners in his life. But he’d never had an experience like this, where he was completely out of control of the situation. He’d never had a woman hike up her skirts and point his cock to the ceiling so she could lower herself onto it without any participation or cooperation from him.

Despite the fact that her pussy was slick and tight, he couldn’t let go and enjoy what was happening.

Not that she seemed to care. Neither did the soldiers in the doorway. They watched impassively as Nurse Roche, her skirt bunched around her hips, started to bounce up and down on top of his cock. It felt fantastic, physically. His cock was so hard, so engorged, and the wet haven of her pussy fit snugly around it. But his head was not engaged, and he felt sick and ashamed that he couldn’t force his traitorous organ back down.

The nurse’s moans filled his ears and churned his stomach as she bounced and gyrated on top of him. He truly did feel like a toy; a sex toy she was using for her own gratification. As her pussy squeezed and slid up and down his shaft, his orgasm began to build, the physical stimulation overriding his mind.

Part of him felt relieved: it would be over soon.

But the tight ring around his balls and dick had done something. The sensation built and continued to build, far past the point of comfort, and yet the tight ring held his physical reaction in check. Alex groaned, his body straining to cum now, the intense need completely overwhelming as Nurse Roche continued her self-pleasure ride on his cock. Tears welled in his eyes as the discomfort became almost painful, like a blockage within his body, and the pressure was building up and up behind it…

The nurse threw back her head and screamed out her orgasm, and the ring around his balls and dick loosened just the tiniest increment…

Alex’s orgasm slammed into him like a freight train. It was heaven and hell, for the second time that day, as he pumped seed into her squeezing pussy. She ground down on top of him for all she was worth, rubbing her pussy over his groin as she spasmed with ecstasy.

When the nurse was done with him, the ring around his cock and balls loosened again, just enough to be snug without being constrictive. Alex breathed hard through his nose as Nurse Roche sighed happily and lifted herself back up. She thoroughly cleaned off his cock and balls again before returning the frame to its standing position.

The last thing she did was remove the gag and have him swallow a soothing, cool gel that coated the back of his sore throat. Alex glared at her but didn’t say anything, even though the gag was removed. He couldn’t think of what he wanted to say, his thoughts and emotions were in such upheaval.

The soldiers re-cuffed his wrists in front of him and secured a collar around his neck. It was comfortable enough, not too tight, but it made him even angrier. Like they were marking him as something lower than human. Unfortunately, anger couldn’t sustain him. He was practically shaking on his feet, pathetically weak as they led him down the hall.

People passed by them. They all looked at him, some with anticipation, some with desire, and some with something like smug superiority. Alex glared back at all of them. A few looked away when he did that, which was a small balm to his pride.

They stopped at a door and one of the soldiers opened it, the other pushing him through. The door snapped shut behind him.

“Alex!”

“Bella!”

Utter relief swept him as he saw her sit up on the bed in the center of the room. There wasn’t much else in the room other than the overly large bed that could probably fit six people. The moment he had the thought, Alex wished he hadn’t. Bella was wrapped up in what looked like the sheet, tendrils of her brown hair falling down, her eyes red from crying. And she still looked beautiful.

Jumping up, she ran to him, and he lifted his arms up so she could throw herself at him before wrapping her arms around his waist as she started to sob. Lowering his arms around her, he noticed that she was neither collared nor handcuffed, and he felt a bit of grim satisfaction at that. Someone must think he was a threat, even if he’d been incredibly ineffective so far.

But this… Hold Bella while she cried—that he could do.

As he did so, pressing her against his body and letting her weep onto his chest, he took quick stock of the room. It was remarkably bare: there was the large bed, a table with some food on it, and what looked like some kind of storage on the far wall.

“It’s okay sweetheart…” he murmured into her hair. “It’ll be okay, I promise… I won’t let him beat us. We’re going to escape.”

Bella pushed back from him, although she couldn’t go very far since his hands were cuffed and he couldn’t open his arms to release her. To his shock, her expression was one of horror.

“What? No!”