Square
Jack exited the bar through the back door. He was on good terms with the owner of the local bar and used this acquaintance to pass through the service corridor and out into the fresh, relatively fresh air. Jack ignored the main exit because a black Porsche belonging to his girlfriend, Christina, was parked outside. Meeting his girlfriend right now was not part of Jack's plans. He wasn't drunk, but he didn't want to meet with his girlfriend at the moment, for reasons known only to him.
Outside the back entrance stood a steel trash bin, tightly sealed with a metal lid. The black corridor formed by walls of houses facing each other stretched into the distance and ended in a dead end, from which there was only one exit to the sidewalk and the roadway, but he still had to walk to it. A black plastic bag fluttered into the air and landed on the wet asphalt from the recent rain. Gusts of a light summer wind tossed the bag from side to side like a toy.
Jack adjusted his black shirt and slowly walked along the black corridor towards the faintly visible sidewalk. On the black brick walls, inscriptions made with bright fluorescent paint glowed vividly. Reflected in Jack's eyes were now lilac skulls, now purple girls with flowing hair.
Reaching the middle of the corridor, Jack smelled a strong scent of leather. This smell literally knocked him off his feet, so he stopped and looked for the source of the smell. He saw a woman's bag on the asphalt, covered by a black plastic bag. The bag was a hard rectangular shape with leather spikes and steel handles. Jack moved the plastic bag aside, picked up the purse, and inhaled its aroma. It smelled of black leather. Jack opened the bag and saw inside a peculiarly shaped square. It was a square made of some hard material, not plastic and yet not metallic, with some illusory drawings on it, incomprehensible to Jack's consciousness and perception. The square resembled a Rubik's Cube but was black with golden drawings. Jack looked around, looked up; above him were only windows of the houses facing each other, completely bricked up. Jack was surrounded by silence, and light gusts of wind caressed his body. Jack set aside the fragrant bag and became engrossed in the square he had found inside, which he began to actively rub in his hands, trying to find the key to its purpose.
2
666 meters from Jack, there was an adult store operating 24/7. On duty that day was Mike, a young bisexual man in black rubber pants and a lilac tank top with white hair. Mike sat in a comfortable chair watching pornography. The store door was closed; small bells shaped like male testicles hung quietly above the door, untouched by it. There were no customers in the store. The smell of rubber and leather items intoxicated Mike's head better than the strongest drugs, which he did not use on principle, so, taking advantage of the calm from customers, he calmly enjoyed pornography and stroked his cock.
In the back office of the adult store was the senior manager of the chain, Simon. He was on his knees in a dog collar, and a large rubber cock repeatedly entered his anus, skillfully wielded by the secretary, Lizzy. She wore a leather dress by Calvin Klein and was in light black shoes with leather straps on high heels. Simon groaned when the cock penetrated his ass and begged Lizzy to stop the torture. Lizzy didn't like hearing her boss's moans, and when she got tired of it, she took a leather crop in her hands and struck her boss's buttocks with it, leaving bright red stripes. Traces of dried semen still remained on Simon's face, left by Lizzy's friend, the sturdy footballer John. Lizzy had asked John to come to her after training so he could let her boss suck his cock. John didn't mind, so he easily fulfilled his girlfriend's request, who would also get her portion of semen, but later at night when she got home.
Lizzy held in her hand a rubber cock with a bright red head, on which a condom was worn, from which lubricant dripped onto Lizzy's black gloves. At the moment when the cock's head emerged from Simon's ass, Lizzy felt warmth in her labia.
"The square has been found," she whispered and felt her labia fill with pleasure.
Simon licked the dried semen from his cheek and, hearing about the square, felt pain in his nipples.
Mike took off his rubber pants and was already actively masturbating; drops of semen stained his stomach when he felt Lizzy's arousal.
3
Jack knelt by the black wall and placed the square on the ground. He acted as his inner voice told him, even though his brain and sense of logic disputed it. Jack felt warmth appear on his back in the form of hot stripes; then the warmth spread throughout his entire body. Jack took off his clothes, remaining naked on the wet asphalt. He began to examine his body to convince himself that it was all in his head and there were no traces of any allergic reaction on his body. Jack already regretted picking up someone else's bag and taking out this stupid square. Jack's eyes could find no traces on his body, but the warmth intensified and soon became literally unbearable. Jack began to scratch his skin; he was seriously agitated. Jack felt sudden flashes of heat on his skin, as if someone invisible was whipping him with an invisible fiery whip. Jack crawled on the wet asphalt, trying to cool his skin in puddles of water, but the heat did not subside.
A small opening appeared in the square; two golden pins moved apart, and chains with small sharp hooks flew out onto Jack's heat-tormented body.
Jack screamed, now beside himself from the piercing pain as the hooks dug into his flesh.
Meanwhile, in the bar, people were celebrating Friday; glasses of whiskey and champagne clinked, female and male laughter hung in the bar, and UFC broadcasts played on the TV. No one heard Jack's screams. Jack was no longer in the corridor.
Having dug into Jack's skin, the hooks began to penetrate inside, and then the chains began to ring, and their loud clanging, like that of some huge engine, was heard. The chains began to pull Jack's body inside, inside the square. Jack was no longer screaming; his sense of pain was completely paralyzed; it no longer hurt. He was like a vegetable, his trembling body, like a dirty rag, passing through a small round opening into the cavity of the square.
4
Jack opened his eyes in a black room. A large scar in the shape of the number "2" glowed on his back. Jack was naked; on his arms and legs were steel handcuffs; on his neck was a wide leather collar that prevented him from lowering his chin, it fit so tightly. Suddenly he heard a dull sound, and an opening appeared in the wall through which a metal bowl emerged, followed by a glass with a yellow liquid. Jack approached the appeared dishes. The opening closed, and the room plunged into darkness again. Jack picked up the glass and smelled the aroma of urine; feeling a gag reflex, he set the glass aside. From the bowl came a distinct smell of feces, so Jack didn't even try to touch what was in the bowl. Apparently, someone was trying to feed this to Jack, as there was no other food, and Jack felt hungry after the wild pain he had endured. Jack had no intention of eating human waste. He went to the corner of the room and lay down on the floor. At that moment, the room began to fill with the aroma of leather, that of the bag he had seen in the corridor. The smell of leather intoxicated Jack, and his cock became erect. The smell of urine and feces no longer seemed so repulsive to him at that moment. Afraid this feeling would disappear, Jack grabbed the glass of urine and drained it, as he was experiencing a wild thirst. Jack still couldn't eat the feces and pushed the bowl away from himself.
Losing strength, Jack lost consciousness and fell to the floor. He vomited, and the vomit spilled from his tired mouth onto his body and the floor.
Two girls entered the black room, wearing black leather jumpsuits and high-laced boots. Their faces were hidden behind leather masks, and their jet-black hair was braided with leather ribbons. Strapped to their belts were black leather whips capable of cutting a human body in half. The girls lifted Jack and led him out of the room.
Jack woke up in a bright yellow room. A woman's stocking was pulled over his head, apparently recently removed by its owner, as the scent of female sweat was still very distinct. Jack's arms were spread apart and attached to chains. Metal clamps were attached to Jack's nipples, secured to chains anchored to the floor. Jack's body lay on a leather suspension beam, his legs spread apart and also secured with chains in an immovable state. Jack's scrotum was tightly bound with a black rope, his testicles separated by constrictions, and a metal rod with a chain was inserted into the head of his cock. Jack's anus was thoroughly shaved, as were his head and entire body; there was not a single hair on him. His body was covered only with obscene inscriptions and moles. Drops of lubricant dripped from Jack's anus, so abundantly was his rear lubricated. Before Jack's tired eyes was a bed made with silk sheets.
Jack heard the clatter of women's boots, and the QUEEN entered the room in a white leather corset and high white leather zip-up boots. On her slender arms were long opera leather gloves up to the elbows. Golden curls of lush hair lay on her fragile shoulders. The QUEEN's bright green eyes looked at Jack, and from her gaze, small sores appeared on Jack's skin, which bled and brought him terrible pain.
From the QUEEN's lush labia came the aroma of cloudberries and honey. It mixed with the scent of leather and female sweat and penetrated Jack's consciousness.
The QUEEN approached Jack and patted his cheek. She began to utter phrases, but Jack did not hear them; these phrases immediately pierced his soul. He did not hear them with his ears; he heard them with his soul.
The QUEEN smiled, and Jack felt severe pain in his cock. She said it would always be like this when she smiled, and when she laughed, his entire body would writhe in wild and indescribable pain.
Soon Jack smelled the scent of male sweat. In the room, in leather pants with an opening for a large black cock, stood a man. This was the Alpha Male, one of the QUEEN's servants, whom she sent to the knife every day. This was her next Male. In the man's hands was a heavy leather whip; on his feet were heavy black boots. Sweat dripped down the strong muscles of his chest and back. His cock was erect; the veins on it were taut and strained; the head was bright pink, and drops of pre-cum dripped from the urethra onto the floor. Petals of bright flame burned in the man's eyes. The QUEEN looked at the man, and multiple sores began to appear on his strong and firm muscles. A loud cry rang out, and the man began forcefully whipping Jack's buttocks with the whip, leaving bright red stripes on his buttocks. Jack's testicles were tightly bound with rope. The head of Jack's penis filled with blood from the fluctuations of pain and arousal. Tears began to fall into the stocking as Jack felt the head of the man's powerful cock begin to penetrate his body, accompanied by the QUEEN's laughter. The pain became unbearable.
A mouthful of semen served as a reward for Jack after the torment he had endured. The body of the Alpha Male lay in the corner of the room with a knife in its chest until it was carried out by the QUEEN's assistants, the girls in leather. Jack's hands were freed from the chains, and before him stood a bowl of feces.
"This is your fate," said the QUEEN and left the room.
THE END