Cock Locked Chapter 2
Testing The New Cock-Lock®
by
Randy MacAnus
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Chapter 2
The next boy was named Eugene. He was of European descent but wasn't sure what parts of Europe. He had black hair, blue eyes, pale skin, a slender build, but with nice definition. He had played soccer and baseball in high school. He was five feet ten inches tall, and weighed 155 pounds. There wasn't an ounce of fat on him. He came to the school with the intention of majoring in computer science. He had a beautiful face, with a square jaw and full lips. He was also brilliant and very detail oriented.
His parents lived in a trailer park in another state. They had no idea where his intellect came from. His father viewed him as a smart ass, and had made a point of being strict to the point of cruelty, in order to keep the boy under control. As a result the boy had been obedient, and careful not to make his intellect apparent in front of his parents. He didn't know why that was a problem, but it clearly was. In fact, his father was a fearful man, and used bullying to maintain control. And the few times the boy tried to use logic in an argument, his father had smacked him to shut him up.
The private investigators went through his high school records and found the boy was viewed as passive/aggressive and highly manipulative. He had learned cruelty from his father, but didn't express it physically. He was an accomplished troll on the web, and did an excellent job of hiding his tracks.
It was noted that whenever he was faced with consequences for his actions, he would try to manipulate his way out of them. But if it was clear that wouldn't work, he always backed down. Ultimately, he was a natural submissive if he faced someone (like his father) who didn't buy into his games.
When he found out his room and board would not be provided, the boy had considered going to the local junior college for two years, working, and saving up for a four year school. But that would have meant living at home, and the local junior college sucked. So he decided to at least check out the test program.
But unlike Mark, Eugene was not the trustful sort. He carefully read the NDA before signing it. He was concerned about the $100,000 liquidated damages clause, if he ever told anyone about the program. Schtupp explained the need to have consequences if the boy ever disclosed anything. This was especially true if the boy declined to participate.
There was also a clause that gave the school rights to any video the program shot or acquired. Schtupp explained that the test program needed to retain video to document the program, and they didn't want to have legal issues later, concerning rights. That all made sense to Eugene. The boy knew he was excellent at keeping secrets and he didn't see an issue with video for a scientific test program. So he signed.
After watching Eugene carefully read every word of the NDA, the Professor figured he was going to have some explaining to do, when he read the contract. He was right! Eugene carefully read every word of the forty page contract. Schtupp was amazed that the boy kept a straight face through the whole thing. Finally, the boy looked up.
"Professor, this is pretty darn creepy. Has anyone actually signed up for this?"
"Yes, so far we have 100% acceptance."
"I saw that I have a choice of how many years to participate. Why would anyone choose more than one year?"
"The stipend increases with the length of commitment. One year $500 per month, two years $750, three years $1,000 and four years $1,500."
"Oh. And that would be $1,500 for all four years?"
"Yes."
"Well, the apartment is great. I've never lived that well. And I really don't want to go back home. Ever. The trouble is I know myself well enough to know I can't go more than a day or two without jacking off. So I'd have to take dick the whole four years, probably on a daily basis. And frankly that bothers me. I accept that it's a practical solution, but the idea of a parade of strange men using my butt for the next four years... Couldn't it be women with strap-ons?"
"No. Most dominant women who are skilled with strap-ons charge for their services. And finding enough of them would be a real problem. Plus, our experience indicates that we could have a problem with women talking about the test program, NDAs notwithstanding."
"Oh. I guess that makes sense. I know I'm not gay. And I know any guy can be made to cum with prostate stimulation. So it wouldn't freak me out that men are making me cum. Being blindfolded would be creepy. I'd always be wondering if some guy in my class or on the street had fucked me. On the other hand, they wouldn't be able to identify me either, I guess. Still creepy though. Can you blindfold them instead?"
"No. We'd never get these men to agree to that. These are men who need to be in control of their encounters. We're talking dominant tops here. And while we're at it, you should know that you can have additional men fuck you if you want more than one orgasm. And most will expect you to give them an excellent blow job after they fuck you. That's not in the contract, because we know you're straight. So that's entirely up to you. We will still be able to get some men to fuck you from time to time. But if you want daily orgasms, and especially if you want more than one, you'll need to learn how to deep throat cock."
"Oh. Wow. Thank you for telling me. I appreciate your candor."
"And just so you know, you won't be fucked by fellow students. Most of the men are experienced Gay Doms from the local community. They are really good at what they do. Stay out of the leather bars, and you probably won't run into them."
"I think I'd like to go into town and see if I can find a job that would support me, instead of this. I can't go back home. I've burned my bridges. But I need to know if there are other options for me."
"That's perfectly reasonable. Two things: The NDA still applies for the rest of your life even if you don't do the program. And you need to move out of the apartment not later than 6pm if you don't sign the contract. If your stuff is still in there at that time, it will all be thrown out. Be back here by 5:00pm to let me know your decision."
"Yes, sir."
Eugene left, and drove into town. Schtupp knew he wouldn't find a job that would pay him more than minimum wage. So either the boy would resign himself to living in his car, or he would come back and sign up for the test program. The professor figured it was 50/50. But if the boy signed up, he would know exactly what he was getting into, and would probably be compliant, though Schtupp would have to watch out for the boy's passive/aggressive tendencies.
Eugene returned promptly at five. He was looking very troubled.
"It's clear the only way besides this program I can go to school is if I live in my car. I really don't want to do that. It's a 1968 VW Beetle. But I'm worried that I wouldn't be able to handle being fucked by several men a day. And the cock sucking is an issue if I have to swallow. I don't want to get fat."
"We have an indoor swimming pool in this facility. You will be swimming for an hour every day. That should burn off the calories. You can swim longer if you need to. And not everyone will want you to swallow. What can I do to make you more comfortable with being fucked?"
"I've been thinking about that. Could you stick the cage on me and have some men fuck me without my signing the contract? Then if I can't handle it, I'll just go ahead and live in my car. Or maybe you can just list me as being in the program but not lock me in one of those cages. You don't want me telling about the program and then declaring bankruptcy so I don't have to pay the $100,000 after all"
Schtupp was glad he'd been warned about this boy's behavior issues. He was ready for this. The boy was going to be perfect for Test Program B.
"If you're thinking you can get around the NDA and not have to pay the $100,000 then I should tell you there will be other consequences."
The boy looked up abruptly. "What consequences?"
He had in fact, thought he might be able to get around the NDA and threaten exposing the program in return for getting to keep the apartment. He knew that was blackmail, but he was desperate.
"First, you will lose your scholarship. Second, I understand you intend to major in computer science. You should know that you still have a lot to learn."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm assuming you think your laptop is very secure."
The boy's face turned red. He couldn't bring himself to speak, so just nodded. Schtupp opened his own laptop and connected it to the large video screen in the conference room they were using.
He called up one of many videos he had of Eugene naked in his desk chair, jacking off to a video of a dominant woman. She was using her strap-on to fuck the ass of a teen boy who looked a lot like Eugene. Eugene was on the left side of the screen. The porn was on the right side.
The boy was stunned! He wasn't going to be blackmailing anyone. He'd be lucky if they didn't blackmail him! And it turned out that this video captured the one and only time in his life he had scooped up and eaten his cum!
"I... I just ate it out of curiosity. That's the only time I did that!"
"I know. We have over 75 hours of video with you jacking off to porn."
Eugene slumped in his chair, completely defeated. He might not be planning on ever going home, but he still had friends there that he didn't want to see this. And there was nothing to prevent the Professor from showing the video to his classmates and professors here at the school, or posting the videos online.
When he walked into the conference room, he was pretty darn sure he'd wind up signing the contract, but he had the faint hope of options, and maybe even some control over his circumstances. Above all, as a computer geek, he was absolutely humiliated that he had been hacked!
Schtupp quietly said, "I was never planning on blackmailing you into this program. This was recorded as insurance. But it's obvious you were intending to blackmail us. Let's just say I'm not amused. As long as you honor the NDA this video will never see the light of day. And you will still have your scholarship. However, I am withdrawing the offer of participation in the test program."
"Oh crap! Please don't do that! I won't cause any trouble, honest!"
"Well, there is an alternate test program that explores other uses for the cage. But if you didn't like the first one, you're really not going to like the other one. I can offer that, because we would have more control over you. But it will be much more humiliating and degrading. Do you want me to explain it? The NDA still applies."
"Yes, please."
Eugene knew he'd fucked up big time. He wasn't sure where this was headed, but he was already regretting his blackmail attempt. He suspected being locked up and fucked by strange men would now be the least of his concerns.
"I had not expected that we would activate this program this year. I wasn't going to offer it unless someone posed discipline problems."
No one in the school knew it, but part of the test program was to see if the cage could be an effective tool to turn straight boys into submissive cum dumps, and perhaps into willing sex slaves for men. Eugene had set himself up as the first candidate for this part of the test. The fact that he tried to manipulate things to his advantage through blackmail made him useless for the regular program. He couldn't be trusted.
"This part of the program has only limited funding. So the balance of the funding will come from you, if you decide to participate. For all intents and purposes, you will be a sex slave. Obviously not legally or literally. But your body will be used to generate the money the program needs. You won't be a whore, technically, because you won't get any of the money. But the men who use you will pay for the privilege. And you will star in gay porn."
"People will see me in the porn?!"
"Yes and no. You will wear a half-hood. The area of your face that's covered will be roughly equivalent to a Batman mask. Your nose and the upper portion of your face will be covered. Your mouth and jaw will be visible. The good news is, the cage will not be time locked. I will be able to release it whenever I choose. You will usually be free of the cage when being fucked for the videos. Fair warning: They will primarily be BDSM videos. If someone does recognize you, just tell them you did gay for pay. That's not at all uncommon among straight boys desperate for money."
"Will I have time to study?"
"Absolutely. You're going to sign a contract for five years, if you choose to do this. We don't want you just lying around getting bored and depressed. And since you'll be here year round, you can take class year round. You should be able to graduate in three years, then go on to take a master's degree during the final two years of your enslavement. That will also be covered by your scholarship. When you're whored out, it will usually be more vanilla than the videos and you will have tape over your eyes. And most of the time you will be caged when you're rented out. You can expect corporal punishment in the videos, and anytime I'm dissatisfied with your efforts."
"I really fucked up, didn't I?"
"Yes. But it's understandable. You're straight, and smart. I suppose, having carefully read the contract, it was inevitable that you'd try to find a way around it. So far, you're the only one that's bothered to read it before signing."
"Can I read the new contract before signing?"
"I insist that you do. This one is a lot more draconian. That's why you'll have an opportunity to get a master's as well as a bachelor's if you work hard. My advice, study hard and work hard to please whoever is using you. No attitude. But don't beat yourself up over this. Learn to be dispassionate and just accept your situation. Either that or decline the contract and get a job."
Eugene read the contract. He moaned a couple of times. Schtupp was surprised his reaction was as muted as it was. When he finished reading, he took out a pen and signed.
"What do I do now?"
"Strip."
A shaking Eugene stood and slowly removed every last stitch of clothing, folding everything neatly and setting the pile on his chair. He remained standing, covering his junk with his hands.
"It's not like I haven't seen your junk before, boy. Heck I've seen it in seventy hours of video. Hands at your sides."
Hesitantly, the naked boy complied. Eugene suspected his life was going to be a whole lot worse as a result of his blackmail attempt.
"Walk over to the table, bend over it, and spread your legs wide."
Maybe he was only going to be fucked? That was going to happen more times than he could count during the next five years, so that wouldn't be so bad. And there wasn't a cage on him, so maybe he would cum. Then it occurred to him. That wouldn't be any punishment at all.
Schtupp walked in front of the boy, holding a fraternity paddle in his hands. The boy's eyes went wide! His father had smacked him a few times, and he'd been slapped around by bullies at school. And he'd gotten more than even with those bullies through his online trolling. That said, he had never been spanked or beaten. Now he was really worried!
"I'm sorry! Honest! I'll do whatever you want, just don't hit me with that thing!"
"You can't be trusted, boy. And yes, you'll do whatever I want, anytime I want. And that includes holding still and accepting your paddling."
In that moment Eugene accepted the fact that this man now owned him. So he scrunched his eyes closed and waited. Schtupp walked behind him but didn't start immediately. He let the boy anticipate what was coming. As soon as the naked teen showed signs of relaxing, the first blow landed. It caught the boy completely off guard, and he screamed.
"Since you're not man enough to stay quiet, I'm going to gag you."
The Professor pulled a ball gag out of one of the credenza drawers, and buckled it behind the boy's head. Eugene already had tears in his eyes. He wasn't used to this! But he held his position, too terrified to do anything but obey. This pleased Schtupp. The boy was brilliant, devious, and clever, but ultimately he was a lifetime submissive. It was going to be fun breaking this straight boy, and turning him into a cock slot!
Instead of just submitting, he'd tried to `beat the system.' Not a Dom certainly. More passive/aggressive. The kind who might wind up a power bottom for a woman. Schtupp's goal was to have him a cock hungry pain pig by the time the cage came off for good!
The paddling was one stroke per minute on average, over fifteen minutes. The naked teen never knew when the next stroke was coming and couldn't prepare for it. The boy was sobbing tears of pain and regret, but still holding his position when the paddling stopped. Schtupp handed him a slave collar. Without instruction the boy buckled it around his neck, hoping to gain brownie points. He was handed a padlock. Eugene locked the collar into place.
The process was repeated with wrist and ankle restraints. His new contract specified that his room would be a cage in the dungeon Schtupp had had built in the basement of the facility.
He would be attending classes online for the first three years. It also specified that he would spend those first three years naked, unless the Professor decided clothing of some sort was required for some reason. Eugene would be allowed to attend in person for his senior year. This was required for graduation.
Schtupp attached a leash to the collar and led the boy into the exam room. It was nearly 6pm and the facility was empty, except for the two of them. He chained the boy to the frame and used the laser to remove all of his body and facial hair. Eugene knew this was coming. But he had been proud of his body hair, which included arms, legs and some chest hair. Now he looked like a tall twelve year old. He moaned as he watched his hair fall to the floor.
Once his hair was gone, Schtupp installed the cock cage. It could only be removed by Schtupp's phone app, with the proper PIN. The naked slave hoped the Professor wouldn't die or something, if he was the only one who knew the PIN. Otherwise, he might be wearing the cage for the rest of his life!
The Professor went back to the conference room and retrieved the boy's clothes. He removed the boy's wallet and phone. He set the boy's shoes aside.
"These clothes are unacceptable. Anything you wear over the next five years will be slutty and revealing. So I'm going to burn these. As you'll be naked for the next three years, and won't be allowed to wear anything this conservative for five years. So I see no point in keeping them."
The lab had an incinerator to destroy disposable medical waste. As the spread-eagled naked teen watched, his clothes went into the incinerator, one piece at a time. The fact he would be allowed to go to school gave Eugene hope that there would be a future for him someday. But there was no question that for the next five years the beautiful straight boy would be first and foremost, a sex slave to this man. And the most humiliating thing for Eugene was that his dick was trying to get hard in it's cage!
After burning the boy's clothes, Schtupp disconnected the boy from the frame, and connected his wrists to the back of his collar. Then he stepped behind the helpless teen and ran his hands over the boys smooth hot body. He grabbed Eugene's balls and slowly squeezed harder and harder until the boy was whimpering and moaning in pain.
As he squeezed, he quietly spoke into the boy's ear.
"I think you know that this body is now my property. For the next five years you will obey every order you are given--instantly, and without attitude. You will always express gratitude for the things that are done to you. You will be whored out. You will star in Gay porn videos. And no one who fucks you will give a damn if you get your rocks off. Do you understand?"
The helpless teen nodded vigorously. He didn't dare speak. He was on the verge of tears and had a lump in his throat, from the pain in his balls. He should have just signed the first contract! This was all his own fault. His intellect and computer skills had led him to become arrogant. He had almost always been able to manipulate people and situations to his advantage.
One of his high school teachers had told him there would always be someone who was smarter or stronger. Sooner or later there would be consequences to his behavior. If only he'd listened!
"The other boys have the benefit of receiving an injection that makes their prostate more sensitive, so they have a better chance of an orgasm. You will not receive this shot, unless I decide to give you a special treat. That will be a very rare occurrence, if it happens at all. If you cum without permission, you will be punished. If you're lucky it will be the paddle. If not, you will experience one of the cage's best features. Allow me to demonstrate."
Schtupp let go of the boy and took a step back. He then opened the app on his phone, entered his PIN, and activated a one second level 1 shock to the boy's junk. Eugene screamed and collapsed into the fetal position on the floor. With his wrists connected to the back of the collar, he couldn't even grab his junk. He just rolled back and forth and moaned for a couple of minutes.
The Professor hadn't activated the feature before. He had to admit the result was impressive.
"I'm guessing you didn't like that very much."
The boy shook his head.
"Just so you know, the shock feature was set to level one for one second. It goes up to level eleven, and I can make the time as long as 10 seconds. Now get on your knees, crawl to me, then kiss and lick my shoes."
The naked slender teen, promptly obeyed. He kissed and licked Schtupp's shoes with apparent enthusiasm. Schtupp didn't believe the enthusiasm was real, but he suspected it would be real, long before the five years were up. Schtupp pulled his cock out of his pants.
"Start licking on this, bitch."
Eugene looked up at the seven inch beast, and with fear in his eyes. He promptly obeyed. He had seen plenty of porn where the girls sucked cock and so, he had some idea what to do. The professor ordered him to maintain eye contact and the boy did. And of course everything was being recorded on video from multiple cameras.
The boy was working Schtupp's cock head for all he was worth. After several minutes, the man decided to give his new slave a taste of the whole thing. He grabbed the boy by his shaggy hair, and slowly pushed his man meat further into the boy's mouth. The kid had the good sense to take a deep breath through his nose. He'd watched a lot of porn! As the cock entered his throat and the boy began to gag, he was told to swallow around the beast.
He did, and that helped reduce his gagging. It didn't end his gagging, which was just fine with Schtupp. The throat spasms felt great on his cock! Schtupp plowed the boy's throat harder and faster. The new slave desperately sucked air through his nose whenever he could. Finally, the Professor shot his load into the helpless boy, and ordered his slave to hold it in his mouth, until he was given permission to swallow. The naked slave obeyed.
The boy was ordered to stand, and then led to the basement dungeon by his leash. And the dungeon was a scary place! It was all black with no windows. There was a homework desk with computer in one corner. But the rest was straight out of a medieval torture chamber!
There were all kinds of evil implements hanging on the walls, and several devices designed to restrain a slave in a variety of positions. A Saint Andrew's Cross, a fuck bench, a pillory, and a couple of things Eugene didn't even recognize!
He almost swallowed without thinking, but then remembered his order to hold the cum in his mouth, just in time! It was icky, but he knew he'd better get used to it. This was just the first of countless loads in his future. He suspected he was going to have to swim for a lot more than an hour a day.
In the center of the room was his cage. It was larger than he expected. It wasn't tall enough for him to stand up. It seemed to be about a four foot cube, with a mat on the floor, and a small chemical toilet, similar to the one in his family's trailer. Other than the lack of standing room, it was actually larger than his bedroom in the trailer had been. If he lay on a diagonal he'd be able to sleep without having to curl up in a ball, like he did at home. He found he was actually grateful for that.
The professor led him over to a set of chains hanging from the ceiling. There were matching chains embedded in the floor. So he would be returning to the spread-eagle position. But this time his feet wouldn't be touching the floor. He was pulled up to a height that perfectly lined his butt hole up with Schtupp's cock.
"I expect that cum to still be in your mouth when I'm done fucking you, slave. Do you understand?"
With the cum in his mouth the hairless bound slave didn't dare try to speak, so he just nodded his head. He'd always had fantasies about a dominatrix using his ass with her strap-on, pounding away for hours. He knew a cock wouldn't last that long. He also suspected it was just possible that being a butt slut would be the closest he'd come to that fantasy.
After five years of this, there was no guarantee he'd ever have a woman. He realized he might be sold. There wouldn't be any way for him to stop that. He wasn't in contact with anyone, and no one would bother to track him down. And if he wasn't sold, there was the issue of a complete lack of social skills. He had hoped to develop some in college. The only skills he was likely to have in five years, were his computer skills, and serving cock! But if he wasn't sold, at least he should be able to make a good living doing something he loved.
Those thoughts had distracted him, while his ass was being lubed and fingered. At least the Professor hadn't rammed his cock straight in and dry! But it was a very big cock, and it hurt like hell as it pushed through his sphincter. The teen would have screamed, but he had to keep the cum in his mouth, which meant he had to keep his mouth closed. So the cum actually acted as a gag! It kept him from speaking, and the noises he made were kept to a minimum.
Because of his Tantric training, Schtupp was able to pound his new slave's ass for over an hour. It was long enough that, coupled with his Master's skill stimulating the prostate, the helpless teen was very close to an orgasm! The trouble was, he had to ask permission to have one, and he couldn't do that without swallowing the cum in his mouth!
His cock had been trying to get hard for the entire time, and it was causing him serious pain. The cage's protrusions were digging in, but so far his cock had refused to give up and go soft. It occurred to the boy that either he was going to wind up used to and perhaps even liking pain, or his cock was going to learn to stay soft. And if it did, would it ever get hard again, even if the cage came off?! The boy moaned at the thought.
Schtupp took the moan to mean the boy was getting close. He had not decided whether to push the boy over the age and punish him with more shocks, or leave him frustrated. Before he could make up his mind the boy made the decision for him. He swallowed the cum so he could beg for release!
Schtupp grinned. There would be two punishments!
"You do NOT have permission to cum boy! And you will be punished for swallowing without permission. If you cum you will have two punishments!"
Slave Eugene groaned, as tears ran down his cheeks from the pain in his dick and the pleasure in his ass. It took another ten minutes, but finally the slave lost all control and came with a vengeance. His goal achieved, Schtupp came less than a minute later. The slave was sobbing. The professor was smiling his most evil smile.
He released the boy from his chains and ordered him to lick his cum up off the floor and hold it in his mouth, while he licked the professor's junk clean. The naked teen slave would have to hold all of it in his mouth while he was punished, or receive a third punishment.
Once he had finished all the licking and had a very full mouth, he was strung back up in the spread-eagle position for punishment.
"You will be paddled for swallowing without permission. You will be shocked for cumming. If you swallow the cum you now have in your mouth during punishment, you will receive a second shock. Is that understood?"
The boy nodded.
"By the way it is now 7:00pm. All your belongings have been removed from the apartment. And your car is being donated to a Gay charity. You are a slave now. You don't get to own property. You are property!"
The boy was devastated. He knew it made sense, but it made his situation very real to him. For at least the next five years, he would have nothing and be nothing. And the thought had his cute little cock struggling to get hard again!
"Open your mouth and show me the load."
The slave carefully opened his pretty mouth, and showed his new Master the cum. The man moved behind him and began to paddle that fantastic ass. About the time it reached a nice shade of pink, he triggered the shock with no warning. His slave screamed and swallowed as his muscles went into spasm.
As the spasms subsided, the newly turned-out straight boy hung his head and sobbed. The second shock was administered, and the slave handled that one fairly well. He knew what to expect and was ready for it.
Schtupp released his slave, and took the naked teen into his arms. He held him for a solid half hour as the boy cried himself out. The kindness had a purpose. Negative reinforcement by itself usually built only resentment. Add positive reinforcement at the right times, and there was a good chance the Professor would built loyalty in the boy. Sort of like Stockholm syndrome.
The slave fell asleep in his Master's arms. Schtupp slid the boy into his cage and locked the door.
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