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Carnival Ch. 02

Cal looked ahead and still couldn’t believe he wasn’t trapped in some sick dream. How else to explain the carousel that arose before him. The structure itself was intricate and beautiful. In the section visible to him showed a chestnut horse whose mane flowed behind it with jewels dotting the creature from nose to rump. In front of it was a scaled sea horse or dragon with iridescent blue scales and fiery eyes.

The ride was motionless as they loaded a passenger onto the dragon. Petite at about 5'2" the tiny black women was struggling, not too fiercely, as she was brought to her mount. Mount was the right term for this process for Cal could see protuberances from the saddle area. The phallus was rather large but a staff member was generously coating it with lube while two others held the squirming victim and a forth man plunged his fingers in and out of her pussy to prepare her.

She was slight but muscles shown in her arms and thighs as she strained against men. The curve of her ass gloriously pronounces as she arched in an effort to escape the probing hands at her cunt. Straps at her head no doubt held a gag but she still managed enough volume that her grunts and cries reached Cal ears. Watching the woman fight her captors was by far the most erotic thing he had recently witnessed and was certainly the most erotic since his time at the carnival.

Finally the group deemed her ready and raised her up above the saddle whispering a warning that she could injure herself if she continued to fight during the seating process. Cal saw her body quiet a moment before the dark pretend cock was pressed into her folds as they lowered her. The team quickly secured her ankles beneath the dragon so that she could not raise herself up off the penetrating dildo.

Next they leaned her forward and held her tight against the neck of the beast and Cal realized they had more planned for the poor thing. Pumping more lube from a conveniently placed dispenser, they coated a second smaller rod which they pressed into her anus before straightening her in the seat. Additional straps and fasteners were added until she was near fully immobilized. At the last, they secured her hands to the pole of the carousel animal and her defeated form was carried forward as the ride rotated and Cal’s mount was positioned to accept its rider.

Cal was stunned into complacency as they moved him off the conveyor belt and onto a hoist that would lift him to his mount. As the hoist shifted his body to a position directly above the saddle, Cal regained his wits and began to struggle. Attached at a single point of his body harness, he was able to set himself swinging quite dramatically but the connection to the lift remained firm.

“We’re going to start lowering you whether you stop struggling or not 6–2–9. You could really hurt yourself.” The man’s light brown wavy hair bounced around his face as he tossed his hair and gave a mischievous smirk. “Of course I have a cattle prod around here somewhere too but I don’t really want you hurt on my watch.”

Cal stilled. They had shocked him into unconsciousness earlier and while it might allow him to avoid the trauma of his impalement, he might also miss clues that would assist in his escape. Besides, the pain had been intense and he didn’t want to repeat the experience.

He was the picture of compliance as they proceeded with the process of attaching him to his steed. His knees remained attached to the same bar as his hands leaving his knees lifted wide and far apart and allowing unimpeded access to his asshole. Someone slowly and erotically pulled at the vibrator, stretching his sphincter before allowing the silver egg to be drawn in again. Eventually it was removed and additional lube was added with a steady but gentle massaging of the area.

Cal felt every inch of the cold metal dildo as it slid into his bowels. At least it didn’t hurt and wasn’t so big that he needed to worry about the after effects of a wide stretch. The saddle was crafted and positioned so the the angle of the phallus was comfortable and allowed his cock, now freed from the cage, to stand tall and visible to all. Like the girl, his legs were fastened down so that he could not rise up and escape the ride.

A pole was set at his back and attached to the collar so that he was forced into an upright position. The head harness was removed and the gag replaced with an o-ring gag. A clip was attached to his tongue which kept Cal from pulling it back into his mouth. Metal clamps were attached to each nipple but panic set in when Cal realized they were attaching electrical wires to each clamp.

The wires were thin and integral to the construction of the animal. The engineer in him was quite impressed with the design. In truth, he was amazed at the entire operation. Someone had spent a great deal of time and money to create the conveyor belts, to perfect the harness hand carts, and this spectacular ride.

The picture clicked in his head, the naked servers, the midway he had glimpsed through the window. This was all a spectacle bought and paid for by the elegantly dressed patrons strolling down the midway. He wondered how many of the other display pieces were here against their will. How could a place like this stay secret if they were kidnapping people and subjecting them to this? How did they pick the targets?

His mind snapped back to the here-and-now as beautiful music started playing. Heavy curtains that had shielded the attraction were raised, exposing the naked riders. Up ahead Cal could see that a crowd was gathering to ogle them but he did not see the panel of options that was laid before those admirers.

The operation indeed needed large sums of money to remain in business and the carousel was a favorite of the wealthiest and most wicked of their guests. A single guest paid to activate one of three panels of brightly colored slides, buttons and knobs. That guest dictated the experience of the rider for as long as they remained in front of them. As the rider moved, so the control moved to the next guest. After three riders, the guests would step aside to provide others with a turn at the controls.

To Cal’s astonishment and horror, he recognized the man waiting for him. Jeremy Boxton was a member of the city’s elite and often joined their secret card games. He was also the man with whom Cal had attended the BDSM club. Their gazes met and Cal knew in that instant that Jeremy was responsible for his abduction. The smirk on his face and the delight in his eyes at seeing Cal were free of surprise.

Discerning Jeremy’s motives was beyond him as pain lit it’s way through his body from the device in his ass. The high intensity lasted only seconds before it was reduced to a persistent buzz of electricity creating a dull burn in his rectum. He wasn’t able to catch his breath before he was hit with more pain at his nipples. It didn’t ricochet thought his body but the stab of pain was far more acute focused through the small clamps.

Earlobes, tongue, ass, Cal never knew where the pain would hit nor how strong the shocks would be. Jeremy felt like a maestro as he tormented his friend. The control panel was quite ingenious. Some pain was delivered with a button push that simply pulsed pain at ear lobes and neck. The pain was delivered as long as the button was held down. Other points like the ass or cock and balls were slide controls which allowed the user to keep a steady current to those parts of the rider.

Jeremy wasn’t trying to hurt Cal per se but he noticed his friend’s keen interest in the BDSM activities he had witness at his regular club. A good dom understood the power they wielded in the balance of the DS relationship. He had recently surprised a female dom with unwilling subjugation at the hands of the The Carnival and she was now one of the most requested doms at the club. Her experience as a submissive, albeit forced, gave her insight into the submission role that resulted in her being a superior dominant.

The young woman who accompanied Jeremy was new to his life, naive and inexperienced but he hoped to change that fact. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her reach for the edge of the panel to steady herself. The 23-year-old was shocked when they first arrived, fascinated as the night wore on, but only upon seeing Cal did she her arousal hit a crescendo.

Large, well-defined muscles in his abdomen and thighs glistened with sweat and she could imagine the masculine smell of him were he to wrap her in his strong arms. The frustration and anger in his eyes was unlike those of anyone else she had seen so far. Others had squirmed and writhed but none seemed so set on escaping, so angered by their restraint. When Jeremy soothed her regarding the treatment of the entertainers, he assured her they all wanted to be here but looking at this specimen of manhood before her, she knew that had been a lie.

The woman seated on the dragon was nearing an orgasm so Jeremy sent a ping to both Cal’s prostate and balls before setting both at a lower level of constant stimulation. All Cal could hear at first was his own ragged breathing. Then on the periphery, rising above the din of the crowd, he heard a woman moan. It was low, breathy and highly erotic. Cal strained to pick out the sound again as he looked for the source. In front of him whimpers and pants were interspersed with girly squeaks and additional womanly moans. The sounds from the little chocolate morsel and the small quivers of her body had Cal’s cock going fully erect.

“Oh my,” he heard a woman say and rightly surmised she had noticed his impressive erection. Cal looked ahead to see who was drawing such amazing sounds from the dragon rider. A statuesque red head held her hands delicately on the panel controls. Her mouth was parted, her bosom rising and falling in an exaggerated way that revealed she was enjoying the torment as much as her subject.

Cal longed to see the rider’s face as she rode the waves of ecstasy. He was so engrossed with the show before him that he didn’t notice the absence of any sharp pains nor the ever increasing intensity of the currents running beneath him. Jeremy was carefully observing Cal as he fixated on the lovely creature on the dragon. He would take advantage of Cal’s natural rising excitement to try and push him over the edge. To have him release in front of an audience while bound against his will would be a grand humiliation.

Shorter and shorter, the woman’s pants were more gasps as she shook in the restraints. Cal began to struggle with his own bindings unconsciously moving to fulfill his need to touch the woman, breathe in the scent of her arousal, coax from her more noises and her final release. Just as the woman crested to an orgasm and cried out her pleasure, Jeremy turned up the juice on the dildo and the cock ring launching Cal’s release and a thunderous cry which drown out the woman’s.

The red head swung her head back and forth between the two riders watching them cum. Hot, white ejaculate shot from Cal’s cock, landing on the horse, back onto him and dripping to the floor of the ride. She granted a nod of appreciation to Jeremy for his skillful timing. Both riders drooped in their bindings in the aftermath of such strong orgasms and the crowd applauded.

Cal suffered though two more tormenters. First was the redhead who delighted in waiting until his body was at its most relaxed before hitting him with harsh shocks that made him cry out. Try as she might, she was not able to coax him into another orgasm. In a temper tantrum worthy of the red hair stereotype, she slammed her fists on the face of the panel before walking away and surrendering her turn with a third rider. The carousel had delivered it’s finest performance of the night so she moved on to find the next thrill.

Once rotated to the back of the ride, a team of workers carefully slid the woman off the steed and escorted her away with a man under each arm. Her body appeared boneless and they did not bind her. Cal’s mind drifted away for a few minutes before he felt hands unstrapping him from his horse. No hoist was used as they let gravity pull him down from his mount. Cuffs at his ankles and writs were spaced apart with a chain and he was not gagged. The fight had left him, at least for the time being.

The ordeal continued as Cal was next loaded onto a reclined chair. There was no energy or will left to fight as they prepared him. After his arms were tied down, a box was lowered over his head. The sides pressed firmly to his ears leaving no way for him to turn away from the video screen above him. It crackled to life just as he heard the connection to the chair locked into place. It showed his own face and haunted eyes looked back at him. Haunted but also relaxed in a way reminiscent of his youth before the weight of the world rode him.

Cal felt his legs lifted toward his head and instinct had him fighting to hold them down. The fight only lasted until a shock hit him in his right buttock. It was mild but Cal took it as the threat it was meant to be — more struggling would lead to greater pain. The screen forced Cal to watch his own face redden as the team easily exposed his ass and began to apply lube. His face reddened further when he felt stirrings of arousal.

Was it only his body responding to the attention or was it more? Was he beginning to enjoy this experience? Had they broken him and turned him into a submissive? What if he became submissive in all aspects of his life? Cal’s peers in the business world were undeniably alpha personalities. Would he still be able to operate in those circles after this ordeal?

After a vibrating egg was comfortably seated on his prostate, Cal’s legs were secured to the table. Chairs were lined up on a conveyance system which, similar to the carousel, moved the prisoners into position as designed. The screen changed to cycle through live shots of carnival attractions. There didn’t appear to be any attractions, other than the carousel, that featured both men and woman. Each exhibit was designed to sexually torment one or the other sex.

The female cast venues had Cal rock hard. The box and cameras, he realized, allowed to guests to see the faces of the victims even though the game or attraction rarely exposed the head. He became quite aroused watching the women as their brows furrowed. That memorizing look, of confusion or upset, that would almost make one think that orgasms were painful. A key difference was in the mouth which was held open as the women panted in excitement. The parted lips begging to be kissed.

Cal scrutinized the male attractions trying to get an inkling as to what ride he was strapped into, but realized it could be almost any of them. The chair was so comfortable that he dozed briefly as he waited. Ahead of Cal was a layering of male bodies. They were beneath the floor of the attraction and the bodies were raised into position when ready. Participants were loaded and exchanged a column at a time with each of the three columns having three men.

The chair adjusted itself to that each man’s pelvis was thrust upward. The chair was tilted back but the head was leveled. The knees and feet of the first man were under the head of the next man. This layering allowed the cocks to be closer together in the final presentation. Before moving the men into final position four thin strips of copper tape were applied from root to tip of each cock. When locked into the grid the chair would become electrified supplying current to each man’s vibrator and the copper wiring.

A tone sounded and one column of three men descended. The chairs flattened and moved aside so that Cal’s group of three could be loaded into the three-by-three grid. Dicks thrust into the air by the position of the chair and stimulation of the egg, the men rose upward and locked into place ready for the game to begin.

The view from midway was only of cocks laid out for a ring toss. Participants paid for a certain number of rings and, similar to the real carnival game, tried to get the ring around the cock and flat on the surface of the game table in order to win a prize. One notable difference was that even a hit to a cock was rewarded as the owner of said cock was delivered a shock with each hit. Each position on the grid was color coded and displayed on vertical display walls viewers could see the face of the man as the shock was delivered.

At times the goal of a prize was abandoned in favor of targeting one man in order to see his expressions when the shock was delivered or with the objective of making him come. Jeremy moved in the crowd around the game table as soon as he saw Cal’s face appear on the display monitors. He would bide his time waiting to see if Cal was adequately abused before stepping in and doing it himself if need be.

The carny working the game waited for guests to review the faces of the newest men before collecting money and hanging out the tossing rings. Rings were $20 each or six for $100. The participants were quite cordial and waited between tosses so that they, and the crowd, could watch the faces of the new men as they first experienced a hit. Cal’s face screwed up in pain and a flurry of expletives flew from his mouth as pain flared along each of the copper wires, in his ass and across his bottom. His extreme reaction caused tittering laughter in the crowd and Jeremy walked away knowing Cal would get all the attention he needed.

Most of the men in the game were ignored as the crowd tended to pick favorites and focus on them. Voices would call out from the group encouraging the ring holders to hit certain colors. The center row was offset to ensure they were no harder to hit than the outer rows but in this case the 2 favorites were in the outer rows. To the amusement of the voyeurs, they were picked for very different reason. In the row farthest from Cal was a pain slut who won the favor of the crowd by begging and pleading for hits.

Cal was targeted because he was obviously not enjoying the experience. The dichotomy of the two men drew more observers and led to the women throwing the rings to time their hits so all could watch the result simultaneously. The keen promoters put the two men side-by-side on a large screen hung above the tent so that the pair could be seen by all attendees. The automatic rotation of the slaves was stopped so that the promoters could take full advantage of the crowd’s attention.

Regular hits and shocks had Cal furious. The hit of the ring to the cock was unpleasant, and he couldn’t help but tense before the inevitable shock that followed. There was nothing here to distract him from the pain and abuse. No crowd of faces, no stunning red-head, no intoxicating sounds of orgasm. Just his own face staring at him from the screen above. Feeling of impotence that he couldn’t free himself, that they were able to control him had him seething with anger and struggling against the bonds.

At the ride controls, there was a battle waging between the promotion staff and the maintenance staff — weighing the bonus money being made versus the damage 6–2–9 could do to the machine with his strong thrashing. Eventually, the mechanics team won the argument and Cal’s group was lowered to make room for a new group of men. The crowd boo’d, Cal settled, and the ride staff breathed a sigh of relief.

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