The Secret of the Basement

Author: Angel Cat
His hands and feet were handcuffed to the iron rings on either side of the rocking horse. With each sway of the horse, the iron rod deeply inserted into his rectum ravaged him even more relentlessly. It hurt so much!
"Ray, I beg you… let me go, at least… at least don't handcuff me to this rocking horse, I beg you… ahh…" The rocking horse seemed endless, inflicting immense pain on Roy.
The man called Ray, skillfully tied his tie and donned a sharp dark suit. He walked up to the pleading Roy, admiring his handsome face, which was dripping with cold sweat. "What, you don't like this toy? I even bought it from an antique shop. It's such a waste to only play with it for a moment. You'll stay up there for today! I'll release you when I get home from work. I won't say any more. See you tonight." Watching Ray disappear into the corner of the stairs, Roy screamed in despair. Waiting for him to return was worse than letting him die first.
Why had he ended up like this…? He had been tormented by Ray for two whole years, but why had it turned out like this…? Maintaining a steady swaying motion, the iron bars on the rocking horse relentlessly thrust in and out, the dizziness blurring Roy's vision… He sincerely wished he could return to two years ago… to that free and fulfilling life… I
was furious, really furious. I looked at the B project proposal lying on my desk, Ray Hank's name at the very top of the first page.
Before yesterday, I admired him quite a bit. He was hardworking and efficient, and also quite popular with the female colleagues. No wonder, he was 185cm tall with a good physique, and his face wasn't bad either. He had a gentle and reserved personality, like a kind old man—who knows! At least that's how he seemed.
But now I hated him terribly. Yesterday, while chatting with Jack from the general affairs department, he unintentionally revealed something that would break my heart: Lisa Lane, whom I'd always had a crush on, had actually slept with Ray Hank on a weekend night.
This might seem like a trivial matter to everyone else, but it bothers me. I'm not bad-looking either! Why didn't Lisa choose me? She even rejected me. I'm really puzzled. What is it about me that I don't have compared to Ray? In terms of looks, I'm confident I could be a star. In terms of career, I've spent nearly seven years working my way up from the lowest-ranking employee to my current position as sales manager. Okay! I admit I'm a bit petty, call me narrow-minded if you want. This time, I'm going to make Ray Hank pay for hurting my male dignity.
Even though the manager's office door wasn't closed, Ray still politely knocked twice on the door. I looked up at him and nodded. "Sit down." There was a small, exquisite sofa in the small room.
"Yes, manager." Ray carefully chose the seat closest to me and sat down.
"Did you make this proposal?" I asked him after reviewing it several times.
Lei immediately straightened up. "Manager, it was my mistake."
"You bastard! Do you know how much loss this proposal would cause our sales department if it were actually implemented?
As the team leader, how could you be so careless? It's riddled with flaws. How can the company entrust you with important responsibilities in the future?" I questioned him sternly.
He seemed stunned for a moment. "How...how could this be...I clearly..." He muttered to himself, then suddenly stood up, startling me. "Manager, are you sure you didn't make a mistake?" He looked at me, confused. His
deep blue eyes seemed to transport me to a summer ocean world; for a moment, I was captivated by those ethereal blue gazes. This question left me speechless. What was wrong with the proposal? I was just nitpicking. "Fine, be more careful next time. Take it back and revise it. Okay, go back to your work!" I dismissed him with a few words.
I felt my performance was quite emotional this time, but when Ray took the returned proposal from me, I tried to find anger and displeasure on his face, but there was none. "Manager, I'm going back."
"Go down!" I was really exasperated with this guy. I buried my face in my hands and rubbed it hard. This guy is really something. Colleagues all know that Ray is a very responsible person. He doesn't allow himself to make any mistakes at work. He is a perfectionist and strict with himself. It was really unexpected that he didn't "change his expression" after I criticized him so harshly this time.
Friday was the day before the happy weekend. At four o'clock in the afternoon, I finished my work and thought about asking my secretary to pour me a cup of tea. Then I changed my mind. I'll just go to the break room myself. It'll be good to move around.
Holding the stainless steel mug given to me by the bank, I walked into the break room, thinking no one was there. In fact, a tall figure was standing by the water heater.
It was Ray, who glanced at me in surprise. I nodded to him, opened the overhead cabinet, and took out a tea bag.
"Black tea? I thought the manager drank coffee," Ray said, somewhat surprised.
"Oh, I don't usually drink coffee. I don't like the bitter taste, strange, right? Tea suits my taste better, healthy and soothing." I explained as I rinsed the tea bag with boiling water before filling the mug with hot water.
"I had a classmate in high school who also didn't like coffee," he shrugged.
"Oh, why?"
"Because his family sells coffee beans, and he said he was tired of coffee."
"Haha, your classmate is a genius." It was the first time I'd heard such a thing.
"Who knows? The line between genius and idiot is thin." Ray even winked at me.
If I had tea in my mouth, I would have spat it out. What was this guy doing? I never knew he could joke like that.
I reached out to close the cabinet door, but because the various items inside weren't neatly arranged, two boxes of coffee were about to fall on my head. "Watch out!" Ray's arm caught me, but the sudden pull caused me to lose my balance and fall onto him (I'm only five centimeters shorter than him). Reflexively, I sniffed like a puppy... a faint tobacco scent, not my own, like the fresh scent of a prairie...
"Manager, are you alright?" He looked at me with concern and picked up the fallen coffee, putting it back in the cabinet.
"Um... I'm fine, I'll go back now." Grabbing my teacup, I quickly fled back to the manager's office. Sigh~ It seems there's a reason why Ray is so popular with women—reliable, charming, steady, shrewd... Screw him, why did I keep praising his good points?
I should think about having a happy holiday with that beauty tomorrow.
When Ray got home from work, the first thing he did was go to the basement to check on that guy.
Roy had already passed out on the rocking horse, and there was a puddle on the floor made of semen, intestinal fluid, urine, and sweat.
Ray didn't wake Roy. He untied Roy's hands and feet and dragged him down, checking his condition. He found Roy's anus was swollen and red. Ray found a collar in the corner, put it around Roy's neck, and fastened the chain to an iron ring on the wall before leaving the basement.
He took the briefcase he had left in the living room into his room, changed out of his suit jacket into a black cotton casual suit, and went to the kitchen to cook. He made two meals, ate dinner in the kitchen himself, washed the dishes, and then took the remaining meal to the basement.
Roy was still unconscious. Ray frowned, grabbed Roy's hair, and slapped him several times across the face. Roy finally woke up groggily.
"Do you want to take a shower or eat first?" Ray gave Roy a choice.
Right now, he didn't want anything; he just wanted to die.
Seeing that Roy didn't answer, Ray coldly said again, "Or do you want to ride the rocking horse again?"
Ray's threat had the desired effect, and Roy's eyes were filled with tears. "I feel terrible all over right now, I can't eat, I want to take a shower first."
Ray nodded, untied the chain from the iron ring, and Roy, exhausted from a day of torment, crawled after Ray. Ray pulled a key from his pocket and turned the door to the bathroom in a corner of the basement. "Go in," Ray commanded Roy. The bathroom was spacious enough to easily fit three large men. Under
Ray's watchful eye, Roy crawled into the clean bathroom with its light blue tiles. Ray turned on the faucet in the bathtub, setting the water temperature to a comfortable, lukewarm level. He then beckoned Roy to press his head down and squeezed shampoo from the bottle to wash Roy's short brown hair. He grabbed the showerhead and sprayed hot water all over his face, causing Roy to struggle in discomfort and even try to block it with his hands. Ray angrily turned off the water pressure, dragged Roy onto his lap, and slapped Roy's buttocks hard. Because of the day's ordeal on the rocking horse, any stimulation now caused Roy excruciating pain. "Waaaaah... Ray, have mercy! Stop hitting me..." Ray hit him more than a dozen times before stopping. "If you dare disobey again, you'll be hanging upside down tonight." Hearing this terrifying threat, Roy lowered his head, trying to hold back his tears. "Please don't do this, I'll behave."
Without saying anything, Ray continued bathing Roy, paying particular attention to Roy's genitals, using his long fingers to probe Roy's private parts. "It seems a little injured," he muttered to himself, carefully rinsing off the soap and drying Roy with a clean towel. He took a tube of ointment from the mirror shelf (because Roy was often covered in wounds from Ray's abuse, some medicines were kept here for easy access), squeezed the ointment onto his finger, and carefully applied it to Roy's injured private parts. Then, he took a disposable syringe and a four-centimeter-high glass bottle from the storage box, pushed the air out of the syringe, inserted the needle into the glass bottle, filled it with anti-inflammatory agent, and injected Roy directly into his arm. Roy knew what was in the syringe and remained silent, letting Ray do as he pleased.
"You go out first, and remember to eat." Ray raised his resolute chin, gesturing for Roy to leave. Roy had no choice but to crawl out, laboriously making his way back to his resting place (by the way, although it was a basement, it was a spacious fourteen square meters). In a small corner covered with a blanket, he saw the steak and fries on the floor, but he had no appetite. Only the hot water beside him attracted him; he picked up the glass and drank it all in one gulp. He lay down, but then, glancing at the food beside him and remembering Ray's instructions, he felt afraid. If he didn't eat, he feared Ray would punish him. He
reluctantly picked up the knife and fork from the plate and forced himself to finish. Ray cleaned the bathroom, locked the door, and returned to Roy's resting place. He first checked if Roy had eaten, and seeing the empty plate, he hummed with satisfaction. He kicked Roy, "Get up. It's not your time to sleep yet." Roy asked warily, "Is there anything else?"
Ray stared at Roy's pitiful appearance, thinking he had tormented him enough today and would let him off this time.
From the miscellaneous toys, Ray picked out a chastity ring and slipped it onto Roy's penis, locking it in place. The chastity ring had a chain attached, which Ray threaded through a ring nailed to the ground and secured with a small padlock. "I'll let you rest these next two days. Remember, don't try anything funny." He turned off the lights and left the basement.
Roy tugged at the ring locked to his sensitive area, almost crying. The chain wasn't long, only twenty centimeters, leaving Roy rooted to the spot like a dog, unable to move.
Even so, Roy didn't have the energy to think much; exhausted, he quickly fell asleep.

That weekend, I went to a bar with a female friend from university. We talked about things happening around us. Actually, Emily and I never had any sexual relationship; we were just people to chat about.
Perhaps because we were having so much fun, I drank quite a bit. In my dizziness, I caught a glimpse of a familiar figure—it was Ray. Hank, what's he doing in a place like this...?
I couldn't hear what Emily was saying. I was so drunk I could barely stand. Emily suddenly realized what was happening, her face contorted in pain. Getting me home was probably her biggest worry now!
A pair of strong arms supported me. When did Emily get so strong? Even her voice sounded like a man's? "Hello, my name is Ray. I work for Roy and I'm Roy's subordinate... This is my business card..."
"Oh, Ray, it's nice to meet you... Roy is really drunk. I was thinking of asking the bartender to help Roy into a taxi..."
"Miss Emily, leave it to me. I drove here, and it's getting late. Let me take the manager home! That way we can save on taxi fare."
"Hmm, that's fine. Roy, sober up a bit. I'll have Ray take you home." I was so groggy I didn't know what was going on, and Ray helped me into a taxi.
I don't know how much time had passed when Lei woke me up. "Manager... we're home now. Where did you put your keys?"
I opened my heavy eyelids and saw the familiar green door. "Ah... in my pants pocket..." I answered instinctively. Something had slipped into my pocket, making me feel a little itchy, so I shifted my body.
"Manager... please don't move around." Lei, who was usually so composed, was actually trembling, which I found quite amusing.
Ray took the key out of my pocket, and I leaned my weight on him as he helped me inside.
Ray asked where my room was, and I replied that I didn't know. He sighed and said he'd have to find it himself. The house only had two rooms, and it was easy to see which one was the master bedroom. After confirming, Ray helped me lie down on his bed and took off my shoes. He even kindly poured me a glass of water. Ray's thick hands stroked my forehead, making me feel warm. I grabbed his hands and rubbed them against my face. "You're so warm. Don't go, stay with me." I don't know what got into me, but I actually said something like that. I think I would say that to anyone right now! (I have a bad temper when I'm drunk; I tend to act cute and clingy.)
"Roy...Roy...is it really okay?" Ray's tone was surprised but also a little excited.
What do you mean, "okay?" "Ugh, I'm so hot..." I loosened the buttons on my collar myself. It was the height of summer, a sweltering season.
"Let me help you." Ray sat down beside me and unbuttoned my clothes. Then he lowered his head and kissed me for a full minute. Just when I thought I was going to suffocate, he reluctantly let go.
"Your body is so beautiful." Ray stripped me of all my clothes, and he was naked too. Before I could react, my body was flipped over. Ray's hand reached down to my genitals and gently caressed me. "Ah... ahh..." Perhaps it had been too long since I'd been with a woman, I excitedly ejaculated onto Ray's hand. Ray then inserted his fingers and gently probed my anus. I felt uncomfortable and tried to escape (what was this guy doing?), but something hard pressed against my backside. A deep penetration, a tearing pain, made me cry out. "Waaaaah..." It felt like a part of my body had been damaged. "Ro... Yi... I... love you..." A voice seemed to float from afar, saying.

It was a dream, a dream…
but the pain in my lower body told me that what happened last night was real. What did that damned Ray do to me? Disgust, humiliation, and anger made me tremble uncontrollably… This time, I will definitely not let him get away with it.
I found the small alarm clock on the bedside table. It was already 10 a.m. Oh no, I'll be late for work! I was so scared I almost jumped up. Moving my body resulted in a sharp pain in my lower back. Then I found a note left on my pillow. It read, "Good morning, Roy. Don't worry, I'll ask the company for leave for you. Please rest at home."
Damn it, who told him to meddle? I crumpled the note into a ball and threw it in the trash can. I had already figured out how to get revenge on him.
I held the pen and imagined Ray walking in. I felt a little nervous and a little excited. With my clever plan, I pinned all the sales losses for this season on Ray, which led to his dismissal.
Sure enough, Ray, with a livid face, stood in front of me after receiving the personnel order. "Manager, what exactly happened?"
His intense gaze was fixed on me, and I cackled like a crow, "Uh... since you've already received the order, pack your bags and go home! This is a fait accompli, an inescapable decision."
Lei knew I was determined to fire him, and a pleading glint appeared in his deep blue eyes as he gritted his teeth. "Manager Luo... I'm begging you, please don't fire me, at least not now."
"It's the company that's firing you, not me," I retorted sharply. "Fine, accept your fate! Stop bothering me, get out." I ignored the deep hope in Lei's eyes, ruthlessly rejecting his request. I didn't even listen to his explanations; all I wanted now was for him to disappear so the choking feeling in my chest could subside.
"Manager, please..."
"Get out." Lei clenched his fists, his usually warm blue eyes turning icy cold. Knowing there was no way to change anything, he silently walked out.
I clutched my hair, unsure if I'd done something wrong. All I knew was that I would never forget the gloomy, angry…and sorrowful look he gave me in his final moments. God, please forgive my sins today! I prayed anxiously.
Six months later, a car accident occurred on a desolate Florida highway. A ruptured fuel tank ignited and exploded, killing the driver, Roy Sterling.
Locked in place and unable to move, Roy felt the urge to urinate. He sat up and dragged the only plastic basin within reach to his side. Forbidden from using the bathroom without permission, this basin was his only means of relieving himself.
After relieving himself, Roy pushed the plastic basin containing his excrement away from within his reach as far as possible and lay down. He felt immense guilt as he recalled the loss of Ray's child, Mel, because of him. He didn't know that Ray, who had just been fired, desperately needed a stable salary, or even more, to cover his son's cirrhosis treatment. Driven by desperation, Ray was exhausted and desperately trying to raise the enormous sum, but due to lack of funds, Mel didn't receive adequate medical care and died at home after three months. "
God, look what I've done," Roy sighed. "I never knew Ray had been married and divorced, let alone had a four-year-old child. That guy is really good at hiding things."
The familiar sound of a lock clicking made Roy tense up, his naked body stiffening. Sure enough, it was Ray. He looked unwell, his eyes red. Roy sat up abruptly, feeling fear; something unusual seemed about to happen.
Seeing Ray holding a bunch of bellflowers, Roy realized it was the anniversary of Mel's death. Based on his experience from two years ago, he knew he would be tormented terribly on this day. Watching Ray approach, Roy had nowhere to escape. Like a rabbit, he could only curl up into a ball, hoping Ray would let him go.
Ray placed the bellflowers on Roy. "Roy, you seem to know your place. I just returned from Mel's grave, wanting to see his lovely smile, but he's no longer here. For some reason, I miss you terribly, so I rushed back… Why are you trembling so badly? Do you really not want to see me?…"
"Ray… I didn't mean to, please let me go! I beg you…" Under Ray's superior mental torture, Roy's taut nerves snapped, emitting a sharp, high-decibel frequency.
A chilling murderous intent flashed in Lei's blue eyes. He pinned Roy beneath him, unzipped his pants, and thrust his muscular erection into Roy's vagina. The powerful thrusting caused Roy to scream, "Stop...stop...it's going to break...ahhh..." Even as punishment, Lei was on the verge of orgasm. The moment he withdrew, his white semen sprayed onto Roy's genitals.
Roy collapsed to the ground and rested for a short while before Lei dragged him to an iron frame. His limbs were shackled, and as the wheels turned, his body was hoisted high off the ground. Lei inserted a large vibrator into Roy's vagina. Roy's vagina had already been injured and bled profusely from Lei's rape. Now, with something even larger inserted, he couldn't help but groan and cry. It wasn't over yet. Something was fitted over the glans, and a thin wire was inserted into the urethra. Roy struggled in fear, completely bewildered by Lei's tricks. As Ray turned on the controller, the vibrator inside Roy began to thrust wildly, causing Roy to pant heavily. Ray pulled up a chair and sat in the center of the room, enjoying the mixture of pain and desire on Roy's face. "Roy... the real climax is coming. I hope you can hold on." Ray looked at him knowingly. Roy looked up in confusion. What could be worse than this?
Ray stood up and walked to a voltage converter. One of the converter's wires was connected to the metal sheath on Roy's penis. Under Roy's terrified gaze, Ray raised a finger and pressed a button on the voltage converter.
Roy thought something big was going to happen, but nothing did. Apart from the vibrating dildo inside his body, nothing else happened, and Roy breathed a sigh of relief. "10, 9, 8, 7..." At this moment, Ray suddenly started counting. Roy looked puzzled, wondering what he was doing. "3, 2, 1." Suddenly, an electric current passed through his sensitive area. Roy screamed in pain from the sudden electric current, "Aaaaaah... ahhh..." Like a roasted crow, Roy was drenched in sweat. Fortunately, the deadly current only lasted for a brief 2 seconds.
"This works really well!" Ray exclaimed. "Roy, I'm giving you a heads-up. The most special thing about this voltage generator is that it has a timer. It generates electricity every five minutes, which means you'll experience the electric current again in five minutes. Each current lasts only two seconds, so I'm giving you 4 minutes and 58 seconds of rest per round. Pretty good, right?"
Only then did Roy truly realize how terrifying this torture was, not just physically but also mentally. Fear transformed into the power of rage. "Ray, you bastard, why don't you just die? Go to hell... Waaaaaah..." As soon as five minutes were up, the current passed through Roy's genitals again. Under repeated electric shocks, Roy's body convulsed. "I'll fuck your whole family... Go to hell... You'd better rot in hell... Waaaaaah... Ahhh..."
Like the ruler of darkness, Ray, sitting in the center of the room, looked at Roy, who was hanging in the air, covered in sweat, his handsome face contorted. He smiled sadly. "Roy, do you know I'm getting married?"
Nerves taut, waiting for the next electric shock, Roy thought he was delirious and misheard. "Married...married?"
"Yes! My fiancée is the heiress of the Lyons family, a famous conglomerate in the East Coast."
Hearing that Ray was really getting married, Roy felt a strange mix of emotions. Hmph, whoever marries this kind of pervert is doomed. Wait, if Ray really is getting married... what does he plan to do with me?
"You...are you going to kill me?" He desperately wanted to die, but when death actually came, fear was inevitable.
Five minutes later, "Ahhhh..." Roy twisted his body from the electric shocks; he couldn't take it anymore.
Ray's eyes widened in surprise, as if he'd heard something. "Roy, that's a great idea!" He walked up to him. "Let me think about how to make your death unforgettable. Should I slice off pieces of your flesh with a sharp blade, or cut your throat, hang you upside down, and let the blood drain slowly... Oh, and your anus gave me a lot of pleasure. It should be preserved with metronidazole. What do you think, Roy?"
Roy couldn't take it anymore; he just wanted to vomit. "Don't go through all that trouble. Just shoot me, it'll be quicker."
"Hmph! You think it's that easy?" Ray abruptly pulled the vibrator out of Roy's body, the pain nearly making Roy faint. Ray slowly inserted his hand into Roy's secret place, probing step by step. "Hmm, with the lubrication of blood, it's much easier to get inside you." Roy didn't dare move, because half of Ray's hand was already inside him. "Ray...please...take your hand out..." A strange feeling, and being completely possessed, as if his body no longer belonged to him, Roy's consciousness gradually faded.
"Roy, listen to me clearly, I won't let you die so easily. I told you that two years ago, didn't I?"
"Yes...so what?"
"That's good. Even if I marry Diana, I won't let you go. You'll be my sex slave for life." Ray pulled Roy's hair down and kissed his lips. "Don't worry, I've prepared a basement for you in the new house."
"Ugh..." Because his lower body was held in place by Ray's arm, Roy, under the electric shock, could only let out intermittent moans, his body stiff. He felt like a doll on a wooden frame, being swayed into various positions by his master's hand, with no end in sight. (end)

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