The Secret of the Basement

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The Secret of the Basement
Author: Unknown
His hands and feet were handcuffed to 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. The pain was unbearable!
"Ray, I beg you... let me go, at least... at least don't handcuff me to this rocking horse, I beg you...
ahhh..." The rocking horse seemed endless, inflicting immense agony on Roy.
The man called Ray, skillfully tied his tie and donned a sharp dark suit. He approached 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 back from work. I won't say any more
. See you tonight."
Watching Ray disappear into the corner of the staircase, Roy screamed in despair. Waiting for him to return was worse than letting him
die first.
Why had he ended up in such a state… He had been tormented by Ray for two whole years, but why had it
turned out like this… Maintaining a certain speed of swaying, the iron bar on the rocking horse relentlessly thrust in and out,
accompanied by dizziness that made Roy’s vision gradually blur… He sincerely wished he could go back to two years ago… that free and fulfilling
life…
He was furious, really furious. I looked at the B project proposal lying on my desk, with
Ray Hank’s name at the very top of the first page.
Before yesterday, I quite admired him. He was hardworking and capable, and also quite popular with his female colleagues.
No wonder, he was 185 cm tall with a good physique, and his face wasn’t bad either. He had a gentle and reserved personality
, like a good old man, who knows! At least that’s how he seemed.
But now I hate him very much. Yesterday, while chatting with Jack from the general affairs department, he unintentionally said
something that was enough to break my heart: Lisa Lane, whom I had a crush on all this time, had actually had an affair with Ray Hank.
They slept together on the 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 a
narrow-minded man if you want, but this time I'm going to make Ray 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 implemented? It's a waste that you, as the team leader, were so careless, 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, suddenly standing up, startling me 　　. 　　"Manager, are you sure you didn't make a mistake somewhere?" 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 azure gazes 　　. How could I answer that question? What was wrong with the proposal? I was just nitpicking 　　. 　　"Fine, just be more careful next time. Take it back and revise it. Okay, go back to your work!" 　　I dismissed him with a few words, even though I felt my performance this time was quite emotional. But when Lei 　　took the returned proposal from me, I tried to find anger and displeasure on his face, but there was none, 　　not a single trace. 　　"Manager, I'm going back now." 　　"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 Lei is a very responsible person. He doesn't allow himself to make 　　any mistakes at work. He's a perfectionist and very self-disciplined. 　　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. Oh well, I'll just go to the break room and get it myself. It'll be good to move around a bit. 　　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 　　me 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 sold 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, and 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 smell of a prairie...
"Manager, are you alright?" He looked at me with concern and picked up the coffee that had fallen to the floor, putting it back in the cabinet.
"Um... I'm fine, I'll go back now." Holding the 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.
As a result, 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 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 Roy's lack of response, Ray coldly added, "Or do you want to ride the rocking horse again?"
Ray's threat worked; Roy's eyes welled with tears. "I feel terrible all over, I can't eat, I want to
take a shower first."
Ray nodded, untying the chain from the iron ring. Roy, exhausted from a day of torment,
could only crawl behind 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 comfortably 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 poured hot water over Roy's head, instantly covering his face with foam and hot water. Roy struggled uncomfortably
, even trying to block it with his hands. Ray angrily turned off the water pressure, dragged Roy onto his lap, and
slapped Roy's buttocks hard. After a day of being on the rocking horse, any stimulation now caused Roy
excruciating pain.
"Waaaaah... Ray, have mercy! Stop hitting me..." Ray slapped 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, forcing back tears.
"Please don't do that, I'll behave."
Without saying anything, Ray continued bathing Roy, especially carefully
exploring his genitals with his long fingers.
"Looks like he's a little injured,"
he muttered to himself, carefully rinsing off the foam from Roy's body and drying him 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
acupoint. Then, he took a disposable syringe and a four-centimeter-high glass bottle from the storage box,
expelled the air from 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 said, raising his resolute chin to signal Roy to leave. Roy had no choice but
to crawl out and laboriously return to his resting place (by the way, although it was a basement, it was 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 the water in one gulp. He lay down, but 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 on the plate and forced himself to finish.
Ray cleaned the bathroom and locked the door before returning to Roy's resting place. He first checked if Roy had
eaten, and seeing the empty plate, he snorted 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 variety of 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 well 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 such a good time, I drank quite a bit. In my dizziness, I caught a glimpse of a familiar figure—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 a grimace. Getting me home was probably her biggest worry now!
A pair of strong arms supported me. When did Emily become so strong? Even her voice...
Turned into a man? "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 that I didn't know
what was happening, and Ray helped me into a taxi.
I don't know how much time passed before Ray woke me up. "Manager… we're home now. Where did you put your keys?"
I opened my heavy eyelids, and there was the familiar green door. "Ah… in my pants pocket…"
I answered instinctively. Something crawled into my pocket, tickling me a little. I shifted my body.
"Manager… please don't move." Ray, 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
very 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! (My behavior when I'm drunk is terrible; when I'm drunk,
I want to act cute.)
"Roy...Roy...really?" Ray's tone was surprised but also a little excited.
What could I say?
"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 lowered his head to kiss me. The kiss lasted
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, and Ray's hand reached down to my genitals, gently caressing 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 back, and 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 this.
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 would 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'd 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 coming in. I felt a little nervous and excited. With my clever
scheme, 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?"
A piercing gaze 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 decision that can't be changed."
Knowing I was determined to fire him, Lei gritted his teeth, a pleading glint appearing in his deep blue eyes. "Manager… please,
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 expectation in Lei's eyes, almost ruthlessly rejecting his request. I didn't even listen to his explanations
; all I wanted now was for him to disappear quickly, to ease the choking feeling in my chest.
"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 could never forget him.
Looking at my gloomy, angry…and sorrowful expression,
I prayed anxiously, " God, please forgive the sins I've committed today!
" 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, feeling the urge to urinate, sat up and
dragged the only plastic basin within reach. Forbidden to use 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 any reach of him,
then lay down. He felt
immense guilt as he recalled the loss of Ray's son, 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. However, due to lack of funds, Mel didn't receive adequate medical care and
died at home after three months.
"God, look what he's done! He never knew Ray had been married and divorced, let alone had
a four-year-old child. That guy is really good at hiding things," Roy sighed.
The familiar sound of a lock opening made Roy tense up, his naked body stiffening. Sure enough, it was Ray. He looked
very unwell, his eyes red. Roy sat up alertly, feeling afraid; something unusual
seemed about to happen.
Seeing Ray holding a bunch of bellflowers, Roy remembered that today was the anniversary of Mel's death. Based on his
experience from two years ago, he would be tormented terribly on this day. Watching Ray approach step by step, 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 came back from Mel's grave, wanting to see his lovely smile,
but he's not here anymore. For some reason, I miss you terribly, so I rushed back... Why are you trembling so
badly? Don't you 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 terrifying murderous glint flashed in Ray's blue eyes. He pressed Roy down beneath him, unzipped his pants, and his strong
, erect penis plunged into Roy's vagina. The powerful thrusting caused Roy to howl: "Stop... stop... it's going to break
... ahhh..." Even as punishment, Ray was on the verge of orgasm. In the instant he withdrew, his white semen
sprayed onto Roy's genitals.
Roy, limp on the ground, hadn't rested long before Ray dragged him to the metal frame. His limbs were shackled, and as the wheels
spun, his body was hoisted high off the ground. Ray inserted a large vibrator into Roy's genitals.
Roy's anus was already injured and bleeding from Ray'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 his glans, and
a thin wire was inserted into his urethra. Roy struggled in fear, completely bewildered by Ray's tricks. Ray
activated the controller, and the vibrator inside Roy began to thrust wildly. Roy was panting heavily. Ray pulled up a
chair and sat in the center of the room, enjoying Roy's expression of pain and desire.
"Roy… the real climax is here. 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 converter.
Roy expected something terrible to happen, but nothing did. Apart from the vibrating dildo inside him, nothing else
occurred, and Roy breathed a sigh of relief.
"10, 9, 8, 7..." Ray suddenly started counting. Roy looked puzzled, wondering
what he was doing.
"3, 2, 1..." Suddenly, an electric current surged through his sensitive area, and Roy screamed in pain from the unexpected shock
.
"Aaaaaah... ahhh..." Like a roasted crow, Roy was drenched in sweat. Fortunately, the deadly current
only lasted for a brief two 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, meaning you'll experience the electric current again every 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?"
Roy finally understood the horror of this torture, not just physically but also mentally. Fear transformed into
a surge of rage.
"Ray, why don't you just die? Go to hell... Waaaaaah..." Five minutes later
, the current surged 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... Waaaaah... Ahhh..."
Like a dark overlord, Ray, sitting in the center of the room, looked at Roy, suspended 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 had misheard.
"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 pervert
is doomed. Wait, if Ray really is going to get married... what does he plan to do with him?
"You... are you going to kill me?" He desperately wanted to die, but when death actually came,
fear was inevitable.
Five minutes passed.
"Ahhh..." Roy twisted his body, throbbing 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 good 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 mefenamic acid. What do you think, Roy?"
Roy couldn't bear to listen anymore; he just wanted to vomit.
"Don't bother with all that, just shoot me and it'll be quicker."
"Hmph! You think it's that easy." Ray pulled the vibrator out of Roy's body without warning, the pain
almost making Roy faint. Ray slowly inserted his hand into Roy's secret place, digging in step by step.
"Hmm, with the lubrication of blood, it's much easier to get inside you."
Roy didn't dare to 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.
[The End]

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