Trigger warning: the following story contains fiction depictions of humiliation, objectification, fictional nonconsensual elements, and a man in distress. Do not read if this is not to your taste please.
Calvin
Calvin, the young college student snatched for the Institute previously, had become an interest of mine. We had all kinds of departments and usually the Objectification and Pain departments were my favorite, or of course the sex slave and pupping work we do, but his situation fascinated me.
A young straight black twenty-one year old former football player he has been transformed by the Pleasure Department into something else. He was a constantly stimulated and erect fountain of cum in a sculpted gorgeous black male body. After the "treatment" and my playing with him for his nerdy little handler, who has gotten a raise, his situation had been documented and explored. It turned out after my intimate interaction with him and further tests his refractory period no longer existed. The chemical treatment had physically and hormonally changed the boy so he couldn't stop cumming. He constantly leaked a slow stream of cum even when untouched and completely still. When he was touched, his rigid veiny dark cock erupted with thick white ropes of creamy semen. When his cock was touched, he roared, screamed, and convulsed as his cock head swelled and jettisoned jizz all over himself.
We had repeated the process with multiple subjects and found all straight men regardless of race, environment, or intellect were changed in the same way, from burly construction workers to fit young graduate students. Any increase to stimulation cranked up the cum production and most subjects had been hooked up as permanent cum cows in our milking facility. They all had increased sensitivity to any stimulation anywhere and their erogenous zones now drive them absolutely fucking wild. We figured in about a month they'd all be insane, but they would last years. Hooked up to constant milking their hearts would eventually give out. Without stimulation just trying to live life (as a human cum factory) they would only last until about 50. If one escaped, which wouldn't happen, they would need to be castrated to stop the relentless neverending ejaculation their life had become.
Calvin however I couldn't let just end up another struggling cow. I had grown attached to that flawless well muscled body, throbbing dark cock, and the desperate handsome face as he realized his situation more fully each day. Due to his new constant cumming and extra sensitive body, he remained in a cell chained to a bed, oozing over himself, allowed out for forced workouts to maintain the body I was so fond of. He originally refused to eat, but to maintain the nutrition he needed he has been tied down at feeding times and was forcefed a puree of protein rich foods, citrus, and berries. Eventually he began eating again to avoid repeating the experience. He cried often.
I watched him on the HD recording of his cell, enjoying perving on my captive boy. He remained always naked, and was hosed down with water daily which requires he be tied down because the stimulation even of water on his body drove him to thrash and beg for it to end. Many times the cleaners would focus the stream on his cock to enjoy his struggle. He has a near constant sheen of sweat from his body's reaction to his ten inch cock's endless ejaculation. After a while I decided to have him brought to me for some private time...though he had been probed for the research, his straight ass had not yet been enjoyed by another man for the joy of it.
He was marched in, confused at the change in his cum, workout, cum, spray wash, cum, sleep, cum, eat, cum routine. He recognized me from my first visit after his treatment completed and held back a little, his bulky escorts needing to grip a little firmer and force him closer. I moved in, the boy's face fearful resentment. I ran a finger down his chest as he wriggled, and made it all the way down to the rigid upright oozing cock, quivering in his dark cum collecting pubes. "Please," he begged in a deep desperate haggard voice, "Let me go, I can't stand this." I ignored him. We were in a fuck lounge, various places to recline and relax were among restraints and surfaces to violate straighten on, in, and around. "Gentleman, there."
He was forced into a metal frame stock, wrists spread on either side of his head, legs chained down, and his swollen cock and balls were even shoved through a metal adjustable loop I tightened firmly over the base of his genitals, it pressed against the skin and shoved his big throbbing member and balls forward. They were heavy and dark, manufacturing his constant ooze and spray of cum. The whole thing forced him to stoop, muscular straight ass out a bit. As the men forced him in he wriggled and begged, "Fuck, what is this!? Please just let me go..I'm begging you." He sounded pathetic. I stripped down and picked up my boxer briefs, I moved around and shoved them into his mouth as he whimpered over them, and shoved them deeper, his pretty full lips quivering. "Push them out and I'll hook you up to a milking machine for two straight days. Shut up and take it."
I rubbed him down with oil, messaging parts of him like his nipples and especially his cock, he moaned and whimpered, cum squirting out his cock onto the floor. I took my time getting every smooth inch of his ebony skin coated and shining. Then liberally slathered oil on his firm ass, massaging and enjoying the thick meaty fuck toy. I got some on and in his tight dark virgin bud untouched by cock, fingering him and enjoying another quiver and eruption from his dick. Then I got behind him. I had been looking forward to this.
I let my cock fall across his ass as he struggled, at least as much as he could. The frame was bolted to the floor, and his tender cock and balls got yanked if he got too spirited. I reared back, and positioned my head against his quivering hole. Then I slid in, slow at first to make sure I had it right, then rougher once I was inside. He shrieked over my musky underwear as I entered him. His hole was tight and warm, spasming over my hardening cock. He was straight, tight, and had only until now been penetrated for science. Now it was for fun, and I couldn't be having more fun than I had in that moment.
I gripped his thighs and during the first few thrusts I moved my hands up his tight abs and to his muscular tits. He roared and screamed as he was violated. I rubbed his velvet nips and heaved into his warm straight ass. I rubbed him up and down, gripped, and fucked hard with all the desire for his straight cunt I had developed since first seeing it quivering during his treatment.
He moaned and shrieked and screamed, his poor fat throbbing dick squirting thick ropes of cum out onto the ground. I fucked and gyrated, moving around his ass and enjoying every moment. I loved every sound, every feeling, every smell. The former proud college football star was giving his tight ass up to a sick gay perv who basically owned it now, any humiliation he has felt over his sensitive cock situation was nothing to this moment. I was making him mine, reducing him to my cock slut. Eventually the shrieking and screaming was dominated by deep desperate moaning punctuated by hopeless sobs. I slammed into him, his thick ass shaking and enveloping my cock as it hit deep against his g spot.
As I got closer to completion, I reached around and gripped his hypersensitive cock. It was always rock hard, but all the stimulation and it seemed to have somehow swelled even more. I finally heaved into him and came, ejaculating deep into him. I began jerking and playing with his cock, his muffled voice became muffled agonizing shrieks, as the thickness and volume of his semen gushed out of him. I imagined the tortured pretty face, eyes rolling, spittle dribbling down the corners of his mouth, mind breaking.
I stayed inside him a while, rubbing and squeezing him and making sure I got ever last bit of my ejaculation up inside him. His whole body shook under me. I enjoyed the feel of his hot overworked muscles shaking, the smoothness of his backside. I paused against him, and ran my tongue up his back, then pulled out. His hole quivered shut, semen left against his clasped dark throbbing bud. I cleaned up, he just sobbed, used and left in his bent over position.
When I was cleaned and dressed again, going commando since I'd left my underwear in his pretty mouth. I got in front of him and noticed the fabric of his underwear gag was soaked through with his saliva. I gestured to the men who brought him in, standing at the door as they had throughout the whole event. One had a very sick smile I appreciated. They came over and released him from the frame that held him. He collapsed to the ground on all fours, his still hard cock oozed down his shaft into his pubes. I indicated the cum on the black marble floor in the fuck room, he had spurted about a pint of it during the fun. "Lick it up."
He didn't move, just kept sobbing. One of the men grabbed a cattle prod from the corner and used it on his recently fucked ass. He yelped and jerked. "Lap it up straight bitch." He moved his moved his head down, face disgusted and extended a healthy pink tongue to the mess. He gently ran the tip along collecting some and took it into his mouth. "Get to it, get it up faster." Another shock and the boy was slurping and lapping up his own cum desperately. I admired his gorgeous sculpted body, muscles moving as he crawled on his hands and knees sucking up his jizz. His muscles shone with the oil I had applied, as he bent down cleaning the floor his ass up I noticed his freshly used ass shining. His hole relaxed and a little of my own semen dribbled out down a defined thigh. After about ten minutes he finished, some white smear on his chin, all the cum in his belly. It gave me an idea.
I had him taken to a special room, he was practically dragged there limp after his experience. It was a small room, just a table in the center. Once there he was laid down on a table, arms shackled out above his head, legs up and and out, ankles tied with rope secured to metal loops above him. Then I had him fitted with a special pumping device-a cock pump and suction tube secured over his cock that had a long tube that arched above his sexy and and tits, connecting to a leather panel gag. He was voraciously milked, yelling and thrashing, as the cum was forced through the tube into his mouth. As he lay there a sheen of sweat on the muscle stud gagging down his cum, I approached and laid a hand on his chest, caressing his nipple. I leaned in and whispered, "You seemed to like the taste so much, I decided a little milking for an afternoon wouldn't be so bad, all of the energy will help you sleep tonight. And speaking of energy, some employees who have shown an interest in your pussy are getting rewarded today. Have fun stud." I left and opened the door, a line of about twenty employees in the hall, at the front was the creepy little researcher who had designed the torture that made Calvin what he had become. He adjusted himself as he looked at the squirming black boy's muscles tense grunting and arching his back, hands gripping above him for any way out of the straight nightmare he was living.
I walked down the hall, without turning I reminded the group, "No marks, this one is special," and left to go to my office to the sounds of Calvin yelling and gagging down a deluge of his own man milk while my nerdy employee went to town on his tight straight pussy. I wanted to watch the live feed...
Calvin
Calvin, the young college student snatched for the Institute previously, had become an interest of mine. We had all kinds of departments and usually the Objectification and Pain departments were my favorite, or of course the sex slave and pupping work we do, but his situation fascinated me.
A young straight black twenty-one year old former football player he has been transformed by the Pleasure Department into something else. He was a constantly stimulated and erect fountain of cum in a sculpted gorgeous black male body. After the "treatment" and my playing with him for his nerdy little handler, who has gotten a raise, his situation had been documented and explored. It turned out after my intimate interaction with him and further tests his refractory period no longer existed. The chemical treatment had physically and hormonally changed the boy so he couldn't stop cumming. He constantly leaked a slow stream of cum even when untouched and completely still. When he was touched, his rigid veiny dark cock erupted with thick white ropes of creamy semen. When his cock was touched, he roared, screamed, and convulsed as his cock head swelled and jettisoned jizz all over himself.
We had repeated the process with multiple subjects and found all straight men regardless of race, environment, or intellect were changed in the same way, from burly construction workers to fit young graduate students. Any increase to stimulation cranked up the cum production and most subjects had been hooked up as permanent cum cows in our milking facility. They all had increased sensitivity to any stimulation anywhere and their erogenous zones now drive them absolutely fucking wild. We figured in about a month they'd all be insane, but they would last years. Hooked up to constant milking their hearts would eventually give out. Without stimulation just trying to live life (as a human cum factory) they would only last until about 50. If one escaped, which wouldn't happen, they would need to be castrated to stop the relentless neverending ejaculation their life had become.
Calvin however I couldn't let just end up another struggling cow. I had grown attached to that flawless well muscled body, throbbing dark cock, and the desperate handsome face as he realized his situation more fully each day. Due to his new constant cumming and extra sensitive body, he remained in a cell chained to a bed, oozing over himself, allowed out for forced workouts to maintain the body I was so fond of. He originally refused to eat, but to maintain the nutrition he needed he has been tied down at feeding times and was forcefed a puree of protein rich foods, citrus, and berries. Eventually he began eating again to avoid repeating the experience. He cried often.
I watched him on the HD recording of his cell, enjoying perving on my captive boy. He remained always naked, and was hosed down with water daily which requires he be tied down because the stimulation even of water on his body drove him to thrash and beg for it to end. Many times the cleaners would focus the stream on his cock to enjoy his struggle. He has a near constant sheen of sweat from his body's reaction to his ten inch cock's endless ejaculation. After a while I decided to have him brought to me for some private time...though he had been probed for the research, his straight ass had not yet been enjoyed by another man for the joy of it.
He was marched in, confused at the change in his cum, workout, cum, spray wash, cum, sleep, cum, eat, cum routine. He recognized me from my first visit after his treatment completed and held back a little, his bulky escorts needing to grip a little firmer and force him closer. I moved in, the boy's face fearful resentment. I ran a finger down his chest as he wriggled, and made it all the way down to the rigid upright oozing cock, quivering in his dark cum collecting pubes. "Please," he begged in a deep desperate haggard voice, "Let me go, I can't stand this." I ignored him. We were in a fuck lounge, various places to recline and relax were among restraints and surfaces to violate straighten on, in, and around. "Gentleman, there."
He was forced into a metal frame stock, wrists spread on either side of his head, legs chained down, and his swollen cock and balls were even shoved through a metal adjustable loop I tightened firmly over the base of his genitals, it pressed against the skin and shoved his big throbbing member and balls forward. They were heavy and dark, manufacturing his constant ooze and spray of cum. The whole thing forced him to stoop, muscular straight ass out a bit. As the men forced him in he wriggled and begged, "Fuck, what is this!? Please just let me go..I'm begging you." He sounded pathetic. I stripped down and picked up my boxer briefs, I moved around and shoved them into his mouth as he whimpered over them, and shoved them deeper, his pretty full lips quivering. "Push them out and I'll hook you up to a milking machine for two straight days. Shut up and take it."
I rubbed him down with oil, messaging parts of him like his nipples and especially his cock, he moaned and whimpered, cum squirting out his cock onto the floor. I took my time getting every smooth inch of his ebony skin coated and shining. Then liberally slathered oil on his firm ass, massaging and enjoying the thick meaty fuck toy. I got some on and in his tight dark virgin bud untouched by cock, fingering him and enjoying another quiver and eruption from his dick. Then I got behind him. I had been looking forward to this.
I let my cock fall across his ass as he struggled, at least as much as he could. The frame was bolted to the floor, and his tender cock and balls got yanked if he got too spirited. I reared back, and positioned my head against his quivering hole. Then I slid in, slow at first to make sure I had it right, then rougher once I was inside. He shrieked over my musky underwear as I entered him. His hole was tight and warm, spasming over my hardening cock. He was straight, tight, and had only until now been penetrated for science. Now it was for fun, and I couldn't be having more fun than I had in that moment.
I gripped his thighs and during the first few thrusts I moved my hands up his tight abs and to his muscular tits. He roared and screamed as he was violated. I rubbed his velvet nips and heaved into his warm straight ass. I rubbed him up and down, gripped, and fucked hard with all the desire for his straight cunt I had developed since first seeing it quivering during his treatment.
He moaned and shrieked and screamed, his poor fat throbbing dick squirting thick ropes of cum out onto the ground. I fucked and gyrated, moving around his ass and enjoying every moment. I loved every sound, every feeling, every smell. The former proud college football star was giving his tight ass up to a sick gay perv who basically owned it now, any humiliation he has felt over his sensitive cock situation was nothing to this moment. I was making him mine, reducing him to my cock slut. Eventually the shrieking and screaming was dominated by deep desperate moaning punctuated by hopeless sobs. I slammed into him, his thick ass shaking and enveloping my cock as it hit deep against his g spot.
As I got closer to completion, I reached around and gripped his hypersensitive cock. It was always rock hard, but all the stimulation and it seemed to have somehow swelled even more. I finally heaved into him and came, ejaculating deep into him. I began jerking and playing with his cock, his muffled voice became muffled agonizing shrieks, as the thickness and volume of his semen gushed out of him. I imagined the tortured pretty face, eyes rolling, spittle dribbling down the corners of his mouth, mind breaking.
I stayed inside him a while, rubbing and squeezing him and making sure I got ever last bit of my ejaculation up inside him. His whole body shook under me. I enjoyed the feel of his hot overworked muscles shaking, the smoothness of his backside. I paused against him, and ran my tongue up his back, then pulled out. His hole quivered shut, semen left against his clasped dark throbbing bud. I cleaned up, he just sobbed, used and left in his bent over position.
When I was cleaned and dressed again, going commando since I'd left my underwear in his pretty mouth. I got in front of him and noticed the fabric of his underwear gag was soaked through with his saliva. I gestured to the men who brought him in, standing at the door as they had throughout the whole event. One had a very sick smile I appreciated. They came over and released him from the frame that held him. He collapsed to the ground on all fours, his still hard cock oozed down his shaft into his pubes. I indicated the cum on the black marble floor in the fuck room, he had spurted about a pint of it during the fun. "Lick it up."
He didn't move, just kept sobbing. One of the men grabbed a cattle prod from the corner and used it on his recently fucked ass. He yelped and jerked. "Lap it up straight bitch." He moved his moved his head down, face disgusted and extended a healthy pink tongue to the mess. He gently ran the tip along collecting some and took it into his mouth. "Get to it, get it up faster." Another shock and the boy was slurping and lapping up his own cum desperately. I admired his gorgeous sculpted body, muscles moving as he crawled on his hands and knees sucking up his jizz. His muscles shone with the oil I had applied, as he bent down cleaning the floor his ass up I noticed his freshly used ass shining. His hole relaxed and a little of my own semen dribbled out down a defined thigh. After about ten minutes he finished, some white smear on his chin, all the cum in his belly. It gave me an idea.
I had him taken to a special room, he was practically dragged there limp after his experience. It was a small room, just a table in the center. Once there he was laid down on a table, arms shackled out above his head, legs up and and out, ankles tied with rope secured to metal loops above him. Then I had him fitted with a special pumping device-a cock pump and suction tube secured over his cock that had a long tube that arched above his sexy and and tits, connecting to a leather panel gag. He was voraciously milked, yelling and thrashing, as the cum was forced through the tube into his mouth. As he lay there a sheen of sweat on the muscle stud gagging down his cum, I approached and laid a hand on his chest, caressing his nipple. I leaned in and whispered, "You seemed to like the taste so much, I decided a little milking for an afternoon wouldn't be so bad, all of the energy will help you sleep tonight. And speaking of energy, some employees who have shown an interest in your pussy are getting rewarded today. Have fun stud." I left and opened the door, a line of about twenty employees in the hall, at the front was the creepy little researcher who had designed the torture that made Calvin what he had become. He adjusted himself as he looked at the squirming black boy's muscles tense grunting and arching his back, hands gripping above him for any way out of the straight nightmare he was living.
I walked down the hall, without turning I reminded the group, "No marks, this one is special," and left to go to my office to the sounds of Calvin yelling and gagging down a deluge of his own man milk while my nerdy employee went to town on his tight straight pussy. I wanted to watch the live feed...
