Rube in Prison 3

	Rube didn’t finish himself off that night. His wet skin had cooled him off too much, and he was busy trying to hide his erection from the cameras. Instead he lied on the stiff matt, trying to fall asleep in spite of the throbbing from below. However, the aphrodisiacs being piped in from the ceiling made that impossible.
	He tried his best to distract himself until the morning arrived, but with no luck. The only other thing in the room was a toilet/sink combo which sat in the corner, in full view of the cameras. Rube was embarrassed just imagining using it.
	He grew more and more horny, at one point grabbing his dick with one hand. He stopped himself though, grabbing his wrist with the other hand. He didn’t know how much longer he could resist.
	Rube jumped as a tray suddenly slid under the door. On it was his breakfast: some bread, some mystery gunk, and a glass of water. This, too, was drugged.
After eating the spiked food, Rube couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed his dick again, this time pumping it with full force. Exactly what his captors had been waiting for.
The door burst open, abruptly ending Rube’s “exercise.” He tried to hide his crotch as the guards rolled the wheelchair into the room. “Sit,” one of them commanded.
They strapped him into the chair, putting his raging erection in full view. Rube hardly had the mental capacity to feel embarrassed, after being interrupted like that. He was actually looking forward to his visit with the doctor, ready to get some relief.
After dropping Rube off at the doctor’s room, they left him alone for a few minutes, to get him even more primed for release. He began to struggle, humping the air and trying to get at least one hand free. When the doctor arrived, he took his sweet time getting everything ready.
“Well, Ruben,” he said, “after reviewing your symptoms, it is clear to me that you suffer from premature ejaculation. We must treat it at once.”
“Alright, I’m ready,” Rube said desperately.
“Not just yet; we need to set up some instruments before we begin.”
The doctor produced a few more straps to secure Rube to the chair. One went across his waist, two over his thighs, and two between his crotch. The straps made it impossible for Rube to hump forward.
	“Okay,” the doctor said, “now we are ready to begin. As you know, premature ejaculation prevents you from avoiding a climax within a few minutes of stimulation. We need to train your penis to take more stimulation before achieving orgasm.”
	“How are you gonna do that?” asked Rube.
	“You’ll see,” said the doctor.
	He took out the cylindrical device which had milked Rube the day before. Only this time, he used straps to secure it to Rube’s penis, ensuring it couldn’t be flung off. Rube looked forward to the treatment.
	The doctor pressed a button on a remote, and the screen behind him turned on, displaying “1:00:00.” Then he walked towards the door.
	“See you in an hour,” he said.
	As soon as he left, the device on Rube’s cock came to life, and the monitor began ticking down from “00:59:59.” The milker began at a low setting, using its suction to spread lube across Rube’s dick. Once coated, the device sped up the suction, and began vibrating. It slowly ramped up the stimulation, speeding up both the vibration and the suction.
	Once the speed had reached maximum, Rube could feel an orgasm coming on. He took a deep breath, and—it stopped. Rube was left on the edge of orgasm, wondering if something went wrong with the machine. However, once a mark appeared on the monitor and the device starting ramping up again, Rube realized what was going on.
	He was being trained to take more stimulation, the hard way. No matter how much he was teased, he wouldn’t be able to cum for an hour. He watched the screen intently, as the seconds slowly ticked down.  His first edge occurred at “00:59:29.”
	The first routine went on for fifteen minutes, with ramping up suction and vibration stopping just before orgasm. Rube was sweating profusely, struggling against the restraints and trying his best not to scream.
	At “00:45:00,” the sequence changed. Two small attachments came out of the device and covered his balls, vibrating. Additionally, a circular brush descended on his cockhead, and began spinning.
	Rube couldn’t help but scream. The new stimulation was more than his teased cock could handle, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. To make things worse, the new sequence didn’t even stop when he approached orgasm, it only slowed down. The device put him through a rollercoaster ride of ascents and descents.
	At “00:42:29,” the doctor came back in. Rube looked at him and began begging.
	“Please! Please let me cum, I’ll do anything!”
	“Not yet, Ruben. We want you to get better now, remember?”
	As Rube let out a moan, the doctor shoved a ball gag into his mouth, and strapped it behind his head. When the doctor saw his concerned look, he explained.
	“We’ve been getting many noise complaints from this room. Try and keep it down now, okay?”
	The doctor left, with Rube’s only hope for release. His muffled moans of pleasure and desperation continued.
	At a half hour, Rube was a mess. He was covered in sweat and shaking with exasperation, as drool dripped around his gag. He didn’t notice when the sequence was about to change.
	At “00:30:00,” the electric shocks began. They weren’t powerful enough to be painful, but instead produced a teasing, tingling sensation, which brought him even closer to orgasm. As the first one rippled between his balls and shaft, he screamed louder than he had before. All the while, pre dripped onto his crotch.
	At “00:23:19,” he managed to get one of his feet loose. He desperately kicked at the other foot restraint, trying to get his thighs free. Some guards quickly ran in and secured his foot, as well as tightening all the other straps. Once again, Rube lost all hope.
	At “00:15:00,” the monitor suddenly shut off. For the last stretch of stimulation, Rube would have no idea how much time he had left.
	The device began its penultimate sequence, in which hundreds of fleshy, cilia-like structures came out of the walls of the device, and tickled Rube’s shaft, balls, and slit. Rube was about to go insane.
	At “00:01:00,” the machine completely stopped for the first time in 45 minutes. It began slowly working Rube’s orgasm out of him, first ramping up the suction and vibration, then applying the brush at increasing speed, then tingling his cock with electricity, then licking it all over with the small extensions. As it continued speeding up, it pushed Rube past the point of no return.
	He exploded, screaming into his gag and unleashing a torrent of semen, which spilled out profusely onto his crotch and the chair. He pumped for about 10 seconds straight, in the biggest orgasm of his life. He felt like he was about to pass out.
	The screen turned back on, displaying a smiley face and a patronizing “You did it!”
	The doctor came back in, unhooking the device from its straps and revealing Rube’s throbbing, red member. Rube felt relief, being exposed to the cool air.
	“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” asked the doctor. Rube would’ve responded, if not for the ball gag.
	He cleaned off Rube’s cock with a towel, causing him to flinch. “I think you need a shower,” he said.
	“Before that, though, there’s one thing we need to take care of.” He pulled some instruments from a drawer. “We can’t have you trying to reach orgasm on your own, like you did this morning. If you do that, it could reverse all training on your penis.”
	He took two metal rings and fastened them on Rube’s cock, one at the base behind his balls, and one just under the head. He then fastened two similar rings to Rube’s wrists. Once the rings were secure, he unfastened Rube’s arms and hands.
	“Try to touch your penis,” he said.
	Reluctantly, Rube obeyed his command. However, once his wrists were near his cock, he felt a brutal electric shock throughout it. He teared up as the doctor restrained his hands.
	“Very clever, isn’t it?” said the doctor. “The rings will also activate whenever you are close to orgasm, so don’t try humping anything. The only time you will be able to orgasm is in this room.”
	Rube whimpered into the gag.
	“Don’t worry, you will get many opportunities for release,” said the doctor	, “This treatment will be repeated 3 times a day for the next 2 weeks.
	Rube tried to protest, but the doctor left the room without replying. As Rube continued crying, the guards wheeled him out of the room.