3 comments/ 57762 views/ 32 favorites Clinical Trial in Submission Ch. 01 By: willmasonwillmason The only way I had gotten through three years of college was by participating in clinical trials. A a drug-testing company locked you up for one to three weeks and basically used you as their guinea pig, but the money the company paid was a life-saver. Last year, I had participated in a pain medication trial that paid a much-needed $1200; this year I had already done an acne drug trial and made an easy $500. I hated being locked up on their "campuses," but those were the rules. They had to make sure the participants didn't take drugs, use alcohol, or do anything else that messed up their data. Browsing through the college newspaper's ads, my eyes were drawn to a small ad, right next to the ones for the company that I had worked for before: "Earn up to $4500 in our new clinical trial. Call today to see if you qualify for our three week study." Wow, that was the fattest payday I had ever heard of for one of these, so I dialed the number. The girl who answered said she would take down some initial data, but that I would need to see "the doctor" before I would learn if I qualified. I came in for the interview right before the semester break. I would have three weeks off before the next semester started, the perfect amount of time for this study. I filled out more paperwork, all very similar to what I had seen before for the acne and pain relief studies. Soon, the doctor came in the room. He was a tall man, maybe early 40s and he wore green scrubs. He sat down across from me and explained that this was a psychological trial, not a drug trial. OK, cool. He asked me a series of questions and took copious notes on my answers. Many related to my sexual attitudes and preferences. After about 20 minutes, he said I appeared to be qualified. I asked him more about the study and he responded that I would be shown a series of photographs, my reactions would be gauged, then there would be physical stimuli, and again my reactions would be gauged. No blood would be drawn after the initial draw to confirm that I had no infections, diseases or disqualifying conditions. That was a relief. In past trial, I had blood drawn as often as daily. The doctor said I would be assigned a number and would be referred to only by that designation; my real name would not appear in any published reports or studies. I would need to be completely honest, but he assured me my anonymity would be preserved. It all sounded OK to me, and my mind was more focused on how a quick $4500 would solve a lot of my problems. I agreed and the doctor told me to report the following Monday at 8 AM. I was advised I could bring reading material and a few changes of clothes. There would be laundry facilities. As was always the case, all my food and drink would be supplied by the clinic. That was one of the hidden benefits of these clinical trials: you were a captive, so you didn't spend any money at all. I arrived a few minutes early on Monday and was given a blood test, as expected. Then a male attendant who said very little led me to a room with a chair and a table with a computer. I was presented with and promptly signed a contract, barely skimming it. It looked just like the ones I had signed for past studies. An attendant insisted I specifically initial certain pages. I hurried did so and he took the paperwork away. I was then told to undress and to put on a robe that was hanging on the door. Then the attendant said he would be attaching a sensing device to my penis, then I would begin looking at images on the computer while alone in the room. The device would measure even the smallest reactions that were imperceptible to the human eye. Really weird, but for $4500, what the hell. He then attached this strap made of some kind of flexible material to my dick, wrapping it around the shaft below the head, then securing it with Velcro. It was not too tight and caused me no discomfort. The strap around my dick had 2 thin wires running from it to a small box he placed on the table. Then the attendant left the room. Soon after he left, a message appeared on my computer screen saying I should relax and clear my mind of anything except the images I would be shown on the screen. Images started appearing and I watched as they slowly flashed across the screen. There were photos of attractive girls, attractive guys, couples and other groupings. Some were in underwear, some were in swimming suits, and then came a series of naked shots. I must have looked at 50 or more of these shots before the photos started to involve things of a more sexual nature: kissing, breast licking, oral sex scenes, then fucking in many positions. Interspersed were close-ups of male and female genitals, where the whole screen would be filled with a shaved or neatly trimmed pussy, or a dick and pair of balls. There were photos of different dicks in both flaccid and erect states: different sizes, various colors, different shapes, cut, uncut, thick, thin, you name it. I noticed that some of these dick shots would repeat every so often and I would recognize certain ones as having flashed before. There was no pattern I could discern, just lots of different sexual images and scenarios. The sex scenes were fairly evenly spread around between male-female, male-male, female-female, bisexual couplings and groupings of three or more. Some shots were fuzzy and romantic, some were more graphic porn scenes, and some were domination and submission scenes. There were some repeats in this series too and I began to wonder if my reactions to the photos had something to do with which ones repeated. I must have been in the room watching the images, for over two hours when the screen went blank and the same male attendant came back in. He silently removed the thing strapped to my dick and took it and the box away. He then reappeared with a tall drink and told me to down it in order to stay well-hydrated. I drank the pleasant Gatorade-like drink as instructed. I was told to wait and the doctor would be with me after reviewing the initial data. I could sleep if I wanted as the review process could take some time. I was beginning to feel very sleepy, even though it was only around noon by my estimate. The next thing I knew, I was waking up in a different room, slowly coming to. I had been knocked out, for god knows how long. I was now buck naked, lying on some kind of thing that looked like a dentists's chair that had been laid flat. I was restrained by straps on my wrists, my ankles and around my waist. I couldn't move. The room was dimly lit and I was alone. As I came out of the fog, a door opened and the same doctor I had interviewed with came in. "Hey, I didn't sign up for this!" I protested as soon as I saw the figure in the green scrubs. "Yes, Mark, you did," was the calm reply. He presented me with the paperwork I had singed and read me some of the fine print where I had unwittingly agreed to completely give my body to this company for three weeks, without limits. I had even initialed a paragraph saying this study would involve physical restraint, electrical shock and sexual conduct. I also agreed to punishment for a lack of complete cooperation. Stunned, I changed my tone. I composed myself and asked him what this was all about. The doctor said he was conducting a study of heterosexual male subjects in their 20s and their susceptibility to "flexibility" in their sexual practices, as well as attitudes concerning sexual submissiveness. He began discussing my reactions to the images I had seen, saying I was an ideal candidate because while I identified as a straight male and reacted positively to images depicting attractive women engaging in a variety of sexual behaviors, my reaction to bisexual and homosexual images did not indicate revulsion or homophobia. He also said I had shown mild interest in submission, which was also a desirable factor. Apparently, the thing that had been attached to my dick was measuring small changes in blood flow to the penis, even though at no point did I get an erection. I started to protest that if he intended to make me have sex with guys, I wanted to call the whole thing off right now. I was angry and I demanded he let me go. "That will not be possible, Mark. If you insist on being uncooperative, we will compel your cooperation, as per page 4 of our agreement." When I started to yell for help, the doctor shoved a large ball gag in my mouth and secured it with a tight band around my head. I could scream to my heart's content, he stated in a matter of fact way, but no sound would be heard through the ball gag. "You have been assigned number 67. You will be referred to as Slave or Slave 67. You will respond to that name." While I tried to figure out what that meant, the doctor continued: "You may not have noticed since you are restrained, but while you were sedated, all the hair from your underarms, the pubic region, your cock, your balls and your ass has been removed through a chemical process that will not need to be repeated for two weeks or more. A moisturizer was applied to reduce any irritation and to assure you are smooth where your masters wish you to be smooth." Masters and slaves! Holy shit! What kind of twisted criminal was this? I was freaking out, but unable to move or be heard. The so-called "doctor" continued to explain what was going on: "Cooperation will be rewarded. Resistance on the other hand will be swiftly punished in a manner that assures your compliance. Your weeks here will be far more pleasant, even enjoyable, if you cooperate fully. Some past participants have even asked to remain as employees" I wasn't going to cooperate with this sick bastard and needed to gather my thoughts about how I could escape and get the police to put this guy away. But before I could even start to plot an escape, the "doctor" said the first thing I would do was learn to please a master's cock. The "doctor" pressed a button and in a few seconds, an attractive blond haired male walked in, smiling pleasantly. He was wearing a thick terrycloth robe, like the ones fancy hotels put in their bathrooms for guests. I guessed he was maybe in his mid-30s and he was obviously in very good shape. "This is Master Dom, slave. He will be instructing you on how to please a master's cock. He was selected for you because you reacted favorably to penises that looked much like Master Dom's: circumcised, about six and a half to seven inches long but considerably above average girth. Did you know that you liked fat cocks, slave?" I was humiliated that my reactions to the photos had somehow indicated that I liked any kind of cock. I had never had sexual thoughts about men and certainly didn't think about cocks in my fantasies. Turning to Dom, the doctor said "Show the slave what he will be worshipping, Master Dom." Dom walked over to stand next to my head and casually untied the rope belt on his robe. The robe parted, revealing the man's blond pubic hair, his thick circumcised cock and large balls covered in faint blond fur. He did not have a hard-on, but looked like he was chubbing up a little. The doctor continued: "Gaze at the prize you will be pleasuring, slave. It will become the center of your life in a very short while. Now will you be cooperative and fondle this lovely cock if I release your hands?" He lifted the ball from my mouth to allow an answer. "Fuck, no. I am not doing gay shit and I am not your slave. Now let me..." Snap! The ball was firmly back in my mouth, cutting off my words. The "doctor" then opened a drawer and pulled out a stainless steel ring-like item with a tapered bullet-like spike on it. The thing had been in what appeared to be a sterilization solution. He also picked up a 4 or 5 inch steel dildo-looking device with a cord running from it. Now I was really freaking out, jerking against my restraints and trying to be heard through the ball gag. The "doctor" then pushed a button and the dentist chair I was tied to began to move, raising my back up so I was in a sitting position. The doctor applied some lubricant from a small tube to my dick and firmly jacked up and down on my dick, which to my surprise started to harden. "The cocktail you drank contained an erectile dysfunction drug currently in clinical trials as an alternative to Viagra and Cialis. It is very powerful but has fewer side effects. The dosage you received will make your penis erect whenever you are stimulated, even if your stubbornness causes you to try to will your body to do otherwise. My dick grew to a full fledged hard on within seconds as the doctor made rough jack off motions on my dick. The doctor then opened his other palm to reveal the metal ring like thing with a tapered steel spike in the center, running `perpendicular downward from the ring. "This is a beginner penis plug, Slave 67. It is just the right size for your cock when hard. We induced an erection and measured you while you were sedated. This steel plug will be inserted into your urethra, then your cockhead will be pushed through the ring, so that the plug is snugly held in place by the ring fitted under the ridge of your cockhead. You are indeed fortunate to have such a defined mushroom head, as the ridge of your cockhead will assure the ring holds the plug firmly in place." As I tried to think of a way to escape, the doctor kept talking: "If you have been curious about different sexual practices, you may have seen a video of the penis plug insertion and fitting process on Xtube, where there are many enthusiasts for the penis plug and the hands-free orgasm it makes possible when combined with mild electric current." I had never seen such a twisted torture device and had no idea what he was talking about. But the thing was scary enough just held in the palm of his hand. The doctor continued: "I have adapted the plug to allow a more powerful electrical current to be administered through it than the low wattage that the sex toy enthusiasts use for their pleasure. This adaptation makes the penis plug an ideal device for training uncooperative slaves. You will now be fitted with the device." A large mixed race man, easily twice my weight, appeared in the room and picked up the lube the doctor had used to make my dick hard. I watched in abject terror as he applied the gooey, clear liquid to the tapered bullet-like spike of the penis plug. He then roughly smeared a big drop on the head of my rock-hard dick. I tried to squirm but his huge hand pressed against my chest and held me in place on the chair. He then firmly grabbed my dick with his left hand, squeezing the head so my piss hole opened a bit. With his right hand, he inserted the steel post of the plug into my piss hole, twisting it and pushing it in until it was almost fully inserted. Then, with that obscene steel plug shoved into my dick, he began twisting the whole device, rotating the plug in my piss hole as he pushed my malleable cockhead through the ring. The ring fit just under the ridge, just as the doctor had said. Then he pressed the plug in even further, creating a tight fit held in place by the ring under the glans of my rock hard dick. It looked like I had one of those Prince Albert piercings I had seen in some sick porn site while cruising the internet for jack-off material one time. I was so terrified that it didn't register whether it hurt terribly or not going in. I guess the lube made the insertion go relatively painlessly, although I hated the feel of the thing. My dick felt uncomfortably full as the steel post extended maybe an inch into my dick. I noticed tiny wires running from point where the ring met the plug, and these wires ran to a small metal control box. Next, the "doctor" handed the attendant a couple of large, round black patches, which the helper affixed to each of my shaved balls with the adhesive on the patches. These patches, too, had wires running from them to the box. Finally, the doctor handed his helper the steel dildo, which the man began covering with lube. The doctor pressed a switch and a small panel in the chair under the center of my butt retracted. The chair was tilted backward, so my head was near the floor and I was upside down, my ass was fully exposed. The man then slowly but firmly shoved the lubed metal plug up my ass. I screamed but made little sound as the cold metal butt plug filled my virgin ass. It too had wires attached. All the wires ran to a small control box with an on/off switch, a green meter screen and three knobs. The doctor flipped it on as I was being returned to the upright sitting position. My cock was plugged with the penis plug and gripped by the ring; my ass was filled with a steel plug about the width of a large cock and my balls were tagged with a round patch on each. I felt like I was in a third world prison in a bad spy movie. The doctor dismissed the helper and turned his attention back to me. "Now, slave, listen to me closely. I will release your hands so you can begin pleasuring Master Dom's cock. You will do exactly as he and I say and, if so, you will be spared unpleasantness. My wrists were freed and again, Dom walked over to stand very close in front of me. I was expected to start playing with his dick, which I couldn't bring myself to do. When it became apparent in a matter of seconds that I was resisting, Dom stepped away and the "doctor" reattached my wrists to the restraints. He then slowly dialed one of the knobs on the control box. A jolt of increasingly strong electricity began to run through my dick. The current was conducted around the ring under the head of my dick and down into it via the bullet-like spike. It was unbearable and I jerked in panic and pain. He then dialed another knob and my balls were similarly shocked. As I quivered in pain and shock, he then methodically turned the last knob, jolting me from inside my ass. I shook like a quivering leaf, unable to feel anything but electric shock across my lower body. The agony was unimaginable. I feared permanent damage was being done. Then suddenly, the doctor turned all the knobs back to zero and the shocks subsided. I was wild-eyed with terror and my chest heaved. My eyes watered as if I had been crying. "That was a mere four seconds of discipline, at a level 3 on a controller that goes to 10. We can try longer periods of discipline, and higher levels of electric current if you choose the discipline over the easier path of cooperation." He lifted the ball from my mouth again and asked if I would cooperate. I couldn't face even stronger shocks, so I said "yes." With that, my wrists were again freed and Dom again presented his dick to me. I tentatively reached out to touch it, figuring this was by far the lesser of evils. I fondled his dick as cooperatively as I could. It felt so different than the only other dick I had ever touched, being my own. I tried to mimic the things I liked having done to me, feeling his ample balls with my left hand while my right gently jacked him, using the loose skin of his hardening cock to move up and down without chafing him with too much friction. "Very good, Slave." Dom spoke to me for the first time with a smile as he watched me manipulate his cock and balls. He was enjoying my touch, as evidenced by his growing length and girth. I was surprised at being fascinated by the feeling and texture of the dick in my hands. I had to admit that this was a very nice cock, about the same length as mine but definitely fatter. My own erection was waving obscenely, the ring and plug adorning it. I worked steadily on Master Dom's cock, anxious to avoid more electric shocks. When Master Dom's cock was fully hard and I was running out of things to do in giving him a handjob, the doctor spoke once more: "Slave, I will now remove the ball gag so you can continue to please your master by sucking his magnificent cock. You will comply, won't you?" Clinical Trial in Submission Ch. 01 This was too much. I wasn't a cocksucker and started shaking my head no when the doctor said: "So you would prefer the electric current, I see. And you shall surely have it. As I screamed against my gag, the doctor dialed the knobs and jolted me for what seemed like half a minute. The torture was unbelievable and I convulsed with pain. When it finally stopped, the doctor spoke: "That was Level 5, just half of the current this device can deliver. I administered the discipline for a mere ten seconds. Your heart is strong and you can safely receive several minutes, at even higher doses. But before I discipline you again with a higher dosage of the electro-shock, I want to show you what ultimately happens to slaves if they are so foolish to resist even after being shocked at Level 10 for the maximum medically safe number of minutes." Master Dom stepped back and the doctor flipped a switch that turned on a huge screen. I recognized the room and the restraining chair as being the one I was strapped to. In the chair was a young man of maybe 20, defiant and straining against his captors. I could clearly hear the "doctor's" voice as he told him: "Slave 41, you have received the maximum shock I can safely administer today, although I assure you we can begin again early in the morning. But while I will not shock you again today, I will make sure you regret the poor choice you have made by refusing to accept the gift of your master's cock in your mouth. You will take many cocks into your disobedient mouth before our next appointment with the electric current, and you will swallow what will seem like gallons of cum. We have never had a slave continue to resist after this training. The camera panned to a doorway and a different attendant, a large black man, entered the room. The doctor's voice could be heard clearly: "Damian, please fit this slave with the Ring of Acceptance." This new attendant removed the ball gag on the young man and replaced it with some kind of metal device that fit inside his mouth and held his jaws open. The device prevented him from talking although he could loudly make noises. The device had a large round hole in its center, allowing the young man's mouth to be violated, but the jaw-opening features of the thing preventing him from closing his mouth to resist or bite. "Slave 41," the doctor's voice continued on the film, "Damian is our throat trainer. He delights in training young white boys like you to accept superior cock. It was your choice to not accept the master's cock picked out for you based on your own preferences during our diagnostics, so now your throat will be trained to accept much larger cocks. Damian, you may begin the training when you are ready." The doctor lowered the chair to where the captive's face was lined up with the black man's crotch. The chair's seat split down the middle and the captive's legs were spread wide apart. Damian removed his robe, his large black cock hanging menacingly, semi-hard already. He walked up to the young man, standing between his legs. Damian grasped the young man's face and held it firmly in his hands, then pushed his huge black cock into the captive's mouth, right through the ring in the device holding his mouth open. The young man was helpless, unable to do anything to stop this assault. The muted screams were smothered by the cock filling his mouth. Damian had stuffed maybe four inches of his much longer meat into the captive's mouth. He withdrew momentarily, then pushed in deeper, this time about six inches. The young man gagged and tried to scream, but his cries were quickly stifled by the large cock being shoved back into his mouth. Damian methodically withdrew then pushed even more of his massive meat into the victim's mouth. This time, the gagging started in earnest as Damian's now-rock hard black pole pressed well into the young man's throat. "I love to gag these white boy slaves," Damian said to the doctor in his deep, resonant voice. "Their convulsions massage my cock, providing excellent stimulation, and their smooth tight throats feel better than the finest pussy." Undeterred by the chocking and gagging, Damian slowly but relentlessly fucked the young man's face, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into his throat. After about three minutes, Damian removed his slick cock entirely and held it up against the outside of the captive's face, showing the camera, exactly how deeply he was intruding down the throat he was fucking. It went more than halfway down, creating a bulge in the throat, like a boa constrictor that has swallowed prey. The face fucking continued as Damian mercilessly rammed his cock in all the way, laughing at the desperate protests of the squirming owner of the throat. The camera zoomed in to clearly show the captive's throat expanding as the massive cock pumped in and out. I was even more horrified than I had been at the shocks, certain I would die from such brutal treatment. The doctor continued to narrate as I watched the relentless throat fucking on the screen. "Damian will now fuck the disobedient slave's throat several more minutes and I will fast-forward through that to get to the next instructive part. You see, slave, after resting and staying well-hydrated, Damian doesn't just cum; he gushes like a fire hose. We have to be careful he doesn't drown our slaves while training them. Watch as he gives this unfortunate slave his first taste of the man cream he will come to crave from his masters, after his will is broken." On the screen, the massive black cock pumped in and out of the victim's throat faster and faster. Damian grunted as he thrust his huge pole and promised the young man a reward he would not find anywhere else. "Yes, my pretty white boy slave, you will swallow every drop of my delicious cum. There will be much to swallow as I am enjoying your throat more than most. Any precious nourishment that you allow to escape will be served back to you so that you take all of it into your belly ... yes, yes, get ready white boy, you are soon to learn why you were put on this earth, slave...yes, Yes, YES ..." Damian pumped the face he was fucking even harder than before as he built to a climax. The young man's head was held firmly in place by Damian's two large hands. The captive had no choice but to be used as a pussy for this enormous black cock to fuck. On the film, Damian groaned and spit out the words "Take ... it ... now...cum-bucket slave." I watched in horrified amazement as the huge black cock withdrew at just the right moment and started shooting streams of white cum into the mouth of the throat-fuck victim. Damian was obviously playing to the camera as he pulled out and aimed, then rammed back in, only to pull out and show another huge spurt for the camera. Damian was shaking with apparent pleasure as pumped his load into the mouth of his victim. The young man gurgled and gagged as he struggled to breathe, having no choice but to swallow for all he was worth. After the surges from his cock finally slowed to a stop, Damian then used his huge cock to tamp more cum down the young man's throat. Gobs that had escaped his mouth were swabbed up by his fingers and fed into the captive's mouth, the huge cock used to shove the jizz down the young man's gullet. The whole process of gathering the spilled cum and feeding it to the young man who had resisted sucking cock took several minutes. The victim's eyes showed a state of shock the electric current had not been able to deliver. "Yes, that was tasty, wasn't it white slave? You savor the taste of man cream, don't you? Your throat was a tight sleeve for my cock and I enjoyed training it. I am going to rest now, and re-hydrate. Some more masters are coming to fuck that pretty white face of yours. It will be quite a party and you are the guest of honor! I hope you choose to keep resisting so I can have that throat again and again." With that, Damian left the room. The camera showed a new well-built man in a white robe walk into the room to shove even more cock in the captive's mouth, then the doctor turned the film off. "Damian is here today, slave, so if you resist Master Dom, I will have Damian come train your throat just as you have watched. Would you like that, slave? And it is indeed a bonus for you that Damian has not cum since Friday, so he will have quite a load to feed you." The fear in my eyes told of my acceptance and when the "doctor" removed my ball gag, I quickly agreed to suck Master Dom's cock, a far less scary proposition than what I had just witnessed. Dom stepped closer and I reached out to again fondle and then draw his less threatening cock into my mouth. My training was just beginning. It was just Day One of my three week "study." Clinical Trial in Submission Ch. 02 I took the head of Master Dom's tool in my mouth, my first taste of cock. Rather than feeling revulsion, I was intrigued by the contrast between the softness of the spongy head and the hardness of the shaft just below the head. I took a little more cock in, careful to keep my teeth in check. As I took more than half his thick length in, Master Dom moaned softly, "Yes, that's right, slave. You like that big cock in your mouth don't you?" "Uhmmm hmmm," I hummed my affirmative answer with a mouth full of cock. Master Dom smiled and stepped an inch further forward, allowing me, from my seated position, to take even more of him in. The cock seemed to swell even larger as I swirled my tongue around the bulbous head and wetly engulfed more and more of its length. A big fan of blowjobs myself, I had tried to instruct various girls in how to do it right. Now, I tried to do the same things I had asked of the the ladies I had enjoyed sex with. Keeping it varied and never mechanical was one of the keys, I had told more than a few girls in my college town. I had always told the girls to make it very wet and even sloppy. Eagerness and a love of your work are also very important; nobody likes a reluctant or half-ass job, at giving head or anything else, I had repeated. As I put my own instructions to use, I struggled to take this massive slab of cock down to the balls without gagging, finally succeeding in burying it in my mouth. Master Dom moaned his approval and I felt safe, safe from the shocks, safe from the brutal throat "training" I had witnessed a less cooperative captive suffer. After just a few minutes of my eager and noisy sucking, Master Dom told the doctor that it appeared I would no longer require discipline and that the doctor was free to go check on the progress of the other slaves being trained today. I felt a warm sense of relief when I heard the doctor leave. Master Dom had never hurt me, had only praised me so far, and was gentle in how he allowed me to take time to adjust to having his fat cock in my mouth. I felt almost secure in his presence, knowing that if I did a good job of pleasing him, I would be safe from the doctor's cruel discipline. "That's right, slave boy. You have a wonderful, wet, warm mouth and you seem to have quite a talent for this. My cock fits so well inside your mouth." I sucked with abandon until Master Dom spoke with more instructions: "Now, to change things up a bit, gently lick my balls, then try sucking them into your mouth, one at a time." He stepped forward a little easing my access. I had been lightly massaging his full balls with one of my hands while I sucked his dick, careful not to play with them too roughly until I learned what degree of stimulation he preferred. My own balls were quite sensitive to touch and more than one girl had come dangerously close to hurting me by mouthing them too aggressively. I slowly withdrew the huge cock from my mouth, making sure my tongue slathered it with wet pleasure as I withdrew. I then applied a broad, wet lick under Master Dom's furry ball sac and started licking his ample balls. "Good boy, lick them well ... yes, that's it, very nice, uhmmmm, now, try to put one in your mouth. A slave can find true happiness with his master's balls in his mouth." I did as instructed, mindful of the plug up my ass and the penis plug inserted in my still rock hard cock, its ring tightly encircling my cockhead. I licked Master Dom's balls generously then opened wide to take his left ball into my mouth. This seemed to please him from the sighs he uttered, so I gave the right ball the same treatment. As I mouthed his balls, I used my hands to continue my loving ministrations on the thick cock just above. I thought about trying to take both balls in my mouth at the same time, but paused to seek permission first. Looking up at Master Dom's smiling face, I meekly asked, "May I try to take both of them in my mouth, Master?" "Why yes, slave, you may. Just hold them there for 3 or 4 seconds once you do, to see how fulfilling it is to have a mouth stuffed with your master's full balls." I obeyed without delay. As I carefully took both balls in my mouth, I considered the security and safety I felt with Master Dom's jewels in my mouth. I told myself this was wise self-preservation, but the thought crossed my mind that maybe I was enjoying this new experience a little as well. "Good slave. Well done. Now resume pleasing your master's cock. Yes, that's it, suck it. Yes..." As I returned to sucking his fat dick, I tasted his pre-cum, which was flowing intermittently. It was sticky and salty, not at all unpleasant. Soon, I felt Master Dom's hand grabbling my raging hard-on and his fingers inspecting the penis plug in a clinical way. Holding the ring in his fingers and feeling how tightly it encircling my dick, Master Dom looked down at me and spoke: "Unlike some masters, I like to reward my slaves when they work hard to please and believe such positive reinforcement can work even better than the threat of discipline. Because you are sucking my cock so well for your first time, I will remove this plug if you like." I was desperate to get that thing out of my dick, and anxious to be disconnected from a device that had tortured me earlier with electric shock. "Yes, please, master. I would be so grateful if you would remove it." I resumed my plunging down on Master Dom's cock, swallowing him to the balls each time. As I worked, he expertly twisted the ring, then held it as he pushed my cockhead through and free from the ring. Finally, he slowly withdrew the plug that had been impaling my piss hole. Master Dom also thoughtfully removed the electro-shock patches from my smooth, completely hairless balls. My rock-hard cock emitted a small pearl of pre-cum, perhaps mixed with some of the lube the attendant had used to insert the plug. Free of the device, my dick felt even fuller and harder than before. I began to have strong desire to play with my meat, or have it played with. I needed to get off, but dared not express any desires of my own to Master Dom. "Your slave dick is quite hard, I see. I like it when a slave becomes so aroused from pleasuring me." "Uhhhmmm hmmm," I mumbled my affirmation with a mouth stuffed full of man meat. Master Dom's hips were starting to gently pump in a slow-motion fucking manner as my gulping sucking worked its intended magic. My mouth eagerly met his every stroke. I was doing my best to prove my worth to him and hoped my hard work would please him. My hands massaged his full balls in the manner that he seemed to like. He gave me instructions from time to time and praised my developing cocksucking skills on several occasions. My jaws were sore from the ball gag and now the sucking, but I continued to work him steadily. It was so strange to be on this end of a blowjob. I realized that by following all the tips I had given out in the past and by doing everything Master Dom instructed, I was giving really good head, the kind I would have loved to have received from the girls I had fucked. The blowjob had been going on for quite some time when Master Dom's tempo changed and I sensed a more goal-driven effort from his steady fucking motion, in and out of my mouth. "You are getting closer and closer to your reward, slave. Yes, keep up that eager sucking... Suck that fat cock, slave, and it will feed you the juice of life... That's it slave, suck it because you need your master's cum in your mouth and down your throat." I tried to turn off my brain and concentrate on sucking, deathly afraid that I would involuntarily recoil at the feel of a cock shooting off in my mouth. I worried I would not be able to suppress disgust at the taste. But I feared Damian and being throat fucked with that horrible metal jaw-opener in my mouth even more. Yes, I told myself, I needed to get through this, to just do it without thinking about it, to save myself. Master Dom was now breathing harder and we were both sweating as we moved in unison toward his climax. He pumped faster and faster as I struggled to keep up. I concentrated on meeting every thrust with a willing wet mouth, on acting eager for the jizz that would soon be spurting from Master Dom's big tool. I wanted him to be as pleased with how this blowjob ended as he was with the rest of it. I told myself I had to do this to save myself from far worse. "Oh yes, oh yes, suck it, slave, take my cock, yes, take it, you are soon to be rewarded, so soon, uh, uh, yeeeessssss." Master Dom thrust deeply into my mouth, momentarily holding his even more swollen cockhead against the opening to my throat, his massive meat stretching my mouth to its fullest. He held it there as the first gush of his cum surged into my mouth. I opened my throat and swallowed for all I was worth, taking a big load down without really tasting it. He convulsed a little and pulled about a third of his cock out of my mouth then gave a small thrust and delivered the second surge, covering my tongue and coating the inside of my mouth with his sperm. This time, I very much tasted the salty, sticky cream. The second surge of his jizz was too much to swallow completely before more cum filled my mouth. A little dribbled out of the left side of my mouth, dripping down toward my chin. I gulped as much down as I could, not wanting to displease him. Time seemed to go in slow-motion as Master Dom pumped his cock slowly in and out of my mouth, his spewing cock delivering more cum before slowly tapering off. It was a big load, but nothing like the geyser I had watched Damian shoot into the mouth of the unlucky boy who had refused to cooperate. I swallowed and proceeded to lick his magnificent tool clean. I diligently but very softly cleaned him with my lips and tongue, taking any further drops of jizz his dick dribbled out on my tongue and swallowing. "Yes, swallow it all, slave. A good slave dreams of being rewarded with a big mouthful of his master's cum. He is fulfilled and knows his purpose in life when he takes his master's load each day." He swiped his finger across my chin and up to the corner of my mouth where some of his jizz had leaked out. "Here, here is a little you missed," Master Dom said. It was still quite warm as he fed it to me. I dutifully licked it off his finger like I was licking icing from the bowl off my own finger. "Yes, eat that cum, slave. Tell me how you liked your first load of man cream." Unable to express myself for a moment, I just moaned as if with satisfaction, then replied as submissively as possible: "You have a wonderful cock, master, so thick and tasty. I enjoyed sucking it from start to finish." "Good, slave, and did you enjoy eating my cum as well?" "Yes, master. It made me so incredibly horny, as my hard-on proves." My seven inches, nicely proportioned but a good deal less thick than Master Dom's, was jutting straight up, straining in its hardness. It looked even bigger because my pubic hair had been removed. "Your own pleasure should come from serving your master, slave. That said, you will occasionally be allowed to cum as a reward for pleasing your master." With that, he grabbed the tube of lubricant and squirted it on my cock. "Now, show me how big a load you can shoot, slave. It will please me if servicing my cock has caused your balls to make a large amount of sperm. Go ahead, pleasure yourself for my enjoyment." I had just sucked a cock and swallowed a lot of . cum, so I should not have felt any embarrassment about jacking off in front of another man. But I blushed deeply as I started to play with my cock as Master Dom instructed. "Yes, as a new slave, you may feel embarrassment at doing some things in front of me that you no doubt only did privately before. That is natural, but shame and embarrassment will fade quickly. Slaves have no expectation of privacy. Now show me how you like to jerk off, slave. Do it exactly like you do it alone in your bed. I sometimes learn new things from watching my slaves masturbate, new ideas to teach my slaves when they are pleasing me." Anxious to obey and unbelievably horny from the drug I had been given and the highly sexual nature of everything that had happened in the last hour, I slowly massaged my cock with the lube he had applied, jacking myself off and playing with my smooth balls. As I worked on my dick, Master Dom watched from a nearby chair. I closed my eyes and thought about some great sexual escapades I had in college, freeze-framing different hot moments with different girls I had fucked, fantasizing as I jacked off. But strangely, an image of Master Dom's thick cock kept appearing in my mind. Dom spoke to me quietly: "An obedient slave thinks of his master when he pleasures himself. I hope you are thinking of my cock, slave. Or perhaps of my warm, delicious cum spurting in your mouth." "Yes, master," I said with resignation. "I was trying to think of girls I had fucked, but your cock kept creeping into my mind when I closed my eyes." "Good, slave. Excellent. Your orgasms will always be associated with your master's cock. Now continue masturbating, slave." As I worked on my cock, he rose from his chair and approached me. I did not stop my furious jerking off, but stared at Master Dom's naked body as I did it. This seemed to please him as well. Standing close to me now, right between my legs, he was watching everything my hands were doing to my raging hard on and balls. After a few seconds, Master Dom lifted his still wet cock, now softer but still semi-hard, and felt it with his right hand. "My cock is often very sensitive just after a climax, but I think it has recovered enough now to help you over the edge. Do you want this cock, slave?" "Oh please, kind master, please put your thick tool in my mouth while I jerk off. Please allow me to hold it in my mouth while I cum." As I wondered where those words came from and how I said them so quickly, Master Dom put his cock in my mouth once more, pressing his flat abdomen against my forehead. I lolled its thick mass about in my mouth, tasting the after-effects of his recent orgasm, but careful not to overstimulate him so soon. Strangely, I was glad to have him back in my mouth. It felt right somehow. Within thirty seconds or so of feeling him fill my mouth, I started to feel the familiar signs that my own orgasm was imminent. I moaned around his big cock and then began to shake as I came in an enormous eruption. Ropes of white-hot jizz surged from my cock as I shot again and again. It was like no other orgasm I ever had. I continued to jack my dick as the large load shot all over my chest and neck, careful to aim my spewing cock away from Master Dom. After the jizz stopped flowing from my still-engorged cock and I stopped my jacking off motions, Master Dom spoke again: "You produced an impressive load, slave. It is a sign of how well you are progressing that being permitted to take my cock in your mouth put you over the edge." As he spoke, Master Dom scooped up two fingers full of my jizz off my chest and pulled his cock from my mouth. "Here, slave, clean up the mess you have made." Unable to think of any way out of it, I obediently licked his fingers, trying again not to think about crossing so many lines I never considered before today. I noted that my cum tasted like Master Dom's, only a little more bitter. As he fed me more off his fingers, I joined him in wiping the cum off my chest and neck, licking it off my fingers each time until my body was cleaned of all of my seed. "Thank you, master. I had never tasted cum before, even my own. Your cum is sweeter than mine." "As it should be, slave. If you remain a good boy, perhaps I will feed you some more later this afternoon, when we resume your training." Clinical Trial in Submission Ch. 03 Master Dom put on his robe and left the room without further comment. I remained strapped to the chair, although my wrists were free. Within a minute or two, the attendant who had attached the electro devices to me appeared. Without saying a word, he pressed controls on the chair and tilted it back to where my ass was once again exposed. He removed the steel dildo from my ass, ridding me of the last connection to the electric shock control box. I breathed a sigh of relief, only to then see him unwrap a new plug labeled The Anal Intruder. I heard the unmistakable sound of him squirting lube out of a bottle and soon felt the rubbery butt plug being roughly shoved up my ass. It was somewhat wider than the steel dildo, but the discomfort was not unbearable. "You have been fitted with a one and one-half inch wide training plug, slightly wider than the electro-plug. It is five inches in length. The base will hold it firmly in place, unless you interfere with its positioning." As I squirmed in an attempt to adjust to the new intrusion in my ass, the attendant announced sternly: "You will leave the training plug in at all times, unless you are given permission to remove it. Disobedience will be swiftly addressed by the doctor and his staff." As the attendant returned my to an upright position and then released me from the chair, he said: "I have been instructed to release you from the restraints and to take you to your quarters, where you may rest a few hours until your next session. Remember to retain the plug in your ass at all times." I stood up and walked gingerly with the plug up my ass. I shuddered to think about what my ass was being "trained" to accept, but tried to put that out of my mind as the door was being opened. I needed to be completely alert for any opportunity to escape. I followed the attendant down a series of empty halls to a hall with a series of doors all fairly close together. I was led into a small cell-like room with a single twin bed, a plastic water pitcher and cup, and a reading light. In a basket on the floor, there seemed to be some magazines. I was left alone, with the door locked. I scanned to walls for any way to escape but there was no window, no air shaft other than a tiny panel smaller than my head. The heavy metal door was securely locked. A small panel in one corner seemed to have a camera behind some thick glass. I was alone but monitored. Lacking other options, I sat on the bed and looked through the magazines. They were all dedicated to master-slave relationships, mostly guides to being an obedient slave. I had no idea there was such a sub-culture dedicated to this "lifestyle," as the magazines called it, certainly not a large enough one to support so many publications. I thumbed through a couple, seeing such statements as "A slave is not a person; he is his master's property, for use, barter, trade or sale as the master chooses." Another rule book said the slave "may not masturbate, cum, or engage in any sexual practice without the master's permission." There were extensive rules for being a happy slave, such as the slave accepting that he "exists solely to please his master, to worship his cock and to receive the precious gift of his cum." I put the stupid magazines down and drifted into a light sleep. I woke up when a new attendant entered the room carrying a large glass that he said was a nutritious liquid meal that I should drink. Not having eaten since early morning, I drank it down; it tasted like protein shake of some kind. The new attendant was a young white male, probably in his early 20s. He wore a metal collar around his neck and was shirtless. He wore only some kind of thin, gauzy white pajama-like pants. It was obvious from the translucent material that he wore no underwear. I decided to try to make a connection with him and see what I could learn. "So, what's the deal here? You must be about my age, right? How long have you worked here? The young man looked at me and said: "We are here to serve our masters and I am happy to obey their every wish. I have worked to please my masters for almost a year now and am content. The sooner you accept your role as slave and stop trying to resist your masters, the better things will be for you. In time, you should find contentment and even pleasure in serving the masters here." "Whoa, whoa, whoa, dude! I am not planning to be here one minute longer than I have to be, but I definitely have enough sense to not try anything that would give that sick doctor an excuse to have me shocked and tortured. But talk to me; there must be a way out." "I once thought the same thing, for at least several days after I came here under the impression I would be doing a clinical trial. But I now realize what my purpose in life is. Before, my life had no purpose. I have been trained as a slave and am content. I wish only to serve my owner master and other masters whom my master wishes me to serve. Please do not put me at any risk of being punished." This kid had been brainwashed, and I was getting nowhere fast. Maybe I could get through to him later with more time, but it was clear he was not going to help me right now. I asked him to think about being my friend and promised I would do nothing to place him at risk. He smiled and left the room, saying only that he would enjoy socializing with me if his master and mine allowed us to play. After he left, I just waited and thumbed through the magazines again, reading several entries for a Journal of a Slave, an account of a young man who said that a slave must remains naked in his master's presence at all times, that his holes existed for his master's pleasure and that he should never let his master's precious cum spill or go to waste. He claimed to be "complete" and said he had found meaning in his life. I had no idea freaks like that really existed. Maybe thirty minutes elapsed after I drank the shake, then the same white boy came in and led me down a series of halls to a room outfitted with various platform-like beds, some hanging swing-like chairs and lots of bondage equipment. There were posts with hooks on them, chairs with all sorts of straps and iron bars with straps and rings ganging from them. There was a rack with a wide variety of straps, clamps, belts and other leather items whose use I could not imagine. There was a large glass shower with several heads in a corner of the room as well. "Why am I here?" I asked the boy. The boy almost whispered his reply: "We are all trained to serve masters who take pleasure from various forms of restraint, bondage, and other play. This is one of the rooms where we entertain and pleasure them. I have found much pleasure here myself, when it pleases a master for me to also have satisfaction." The boy then led me to a strange chair that looked vaguely like the old electric chairs they used for executions and told me to sit. The chair had a wooden rim seat that was open in the center like a toilet, but the chair was not attached to any plumbing and was clearly not a commode. He quickly left the room and a large black man who had done things to me earlier entered. The black attendant then spoke in a deep Caribbean-inflected voice: "To properly serve your masters, your ass must be stretched to accept superior cock. Master Dom does not like blood on his cock, so he instructed that you be gently stretched by the machine first, so that you may easily accommodate him without any bleeding. You are so very lucky, slave. Other Masters would have chosen other methods that I assure you would involve much pain. This method will not be painful and in fact, you will come to find it pleasurable. Now stand and present your ass." I complied by standing and bending from the waist. The attendant removed my training plug. He then screwed something in to a post under the seat of the chair I had been seated in. It was a penis-shaped attachment and it attached to a post in the space under the chair. The plug stood up out of the seat, where it would impale anyone sitting in the chair. The attendant forced me down onto the plug, which my well-lubed ass accepted with surprisingly little resistance. It was only slightly larger than the black rubbery butt plug I had been carrying in my ass since the session with Master Dom this morning. I winced as the plug popped through my ring and went maybe 4 inches up my canal, but before I could try to adjust to this new intrusion, the attendant fastened my wrists to the chair's arms and my ankles to straps on the chair's legs. I was restrained once more around the waist, making it impossible for me to rise up off the plug impaling my ass. The attendant saw that I was fully impaled on the pole, then he pushed a button on the chair. Instantly, the object in my butt started a very slow mechanical pumping, in and out, while it also rotated slightly from side to side. At full extension, the plug intruded maybe 7 inches up my ass. I objected that it was too big and asked him to please take it out. "No, no, silly white boy. It is not too big. You are too small! But we will soon remedy this imperfection, as you shall see." He then put a ball gag in my mouth, "to assure you do not distract any guest masters who choose to use this room for other purposes while you are being trained." The attendant then left me alone in the room, helpless against the restraints, being slowly reamed by this fucking machine that plunged the plug in and out of my ass and rotated the plug around while inside my ass. The machine moved very slowly but relentlessly worked my hole. I had no choice but to relax my sphincter and let the stretching device work me. At the full 7 inches, if I moved just slightly, I could feel it touch a sensitive spot that gave me a sot of pleasure along with the discomfort. I could move against it in a slow rhythm that caused all pain to be replaced with this strange stimulation. My dick started to grow harder and harder. After what had to be an hour or more of sitting in the fucking machine chair, edging but not quite ever cumming, I heard a loud noise outside the room. Then the door opened and two loud middle aged men and a skinny white boy walked into the room. The boy wore nothing but a collar. Unlike Master Dom or any of the attendants I had encountered, these men were not in particularly good shape but looked like average guys in their 40s. It seemed from their laughter and banter that they were at least half-drunk. They wore identical robes with the letters GM embroidered on the chest of the robes. Each held a green bottled beer. Gagged and tied to the chair maybe thirty or thirty five feet away, I could hear and see everything. The plug pistoning in and out of my ass made a slight motor-roar sound, so they eventually noticed me. "Hey, look Ed. That must new a new slave being trained. The bartender told me not to be surprised if a master was using one of the fucking machines to do some ass stretching while we were here. Now, don't forget we aren't allowed to touch any trainees. They'll throw us out if we do." Ed responded impatiently: "I know that, you asshole. We've seen trainees in here before, remember when we were here in April with those two sweet little slaves from Europe? The ones who had come over here as exchange students and decided to remain after their student visas expired?" "Oh, yeah! They were tight as hell, dude!" Then turning to the skinny white boy, he asked: "So what are we gonna do with this fine little piece of ass?" The guy who was not Ed put his hand on top of the boy's head and the "slave" obediently knelt at his feet. "Let's try out this bondage swing first and see how he likes being fed full of cock from both ends!" "Sounds like a plan, Ed. Which end do you want first?" The man was playing with his dick under his robe, staring lustfully at the helpless boy's hairless body. Ed pushed the slave boy into the sling-like bondage chair and fastened restraints around his legs that spread them wide apart. A belt was used to hold his head in place. He was completely exposed and open to whatever they wanted to do to him. His decent-sized cut cock was bobbing up, hard as a rock. He smiled in a placid, compliant manner. "Jerry, one of the things I like best about this place is how they keep their slaves all boned up at all times. It makes me feel appreciated." "Fuck, yeah! Look at that hard cock on him. Let's put a cock ring or ball stretcher on this one. I like how it makes their cocks stick out and flop about when you're fucking 'em." The man named Jerry then went over to a table where all kinds of sex toys were lined up on display. He selected a couple of things and walked over to show Ed. Not once did they speak to the naked boy, much less consult him on what they were about to attach to his genitals. "Yeah, man, that one looks hot. Give it here." Ed then stood between the slave's legs and started wrapping this ball stretcher device around the hapless boy's hairless nuts. It stretched his balls down to hang an inch or so lower than they normally would and squeezed them tight. The thing made his balls bulge out obscenely, looking like they could pop from the pressure. He then put some kind of cock ring around the base of his dick, attaching it with Velcro. The boy showed no discomfort, but only smiled adoringly at the two men. "OK I'm going to have this boy's mouth get my cock all wet and ready to fuck his tight ass." Ed dropped his robe to the ground and walked over to the boy's head. He stuffed his half-hard cock in the boy's compliant mouth. The boy sucked eagerly and noisily, as if this was the most delicious treat imaginable. Jerry watched the boy suck greedily on Ed's dick. He then punched Ed lightly in the arm, saying: "Hey, that looks like some damn good head. Wet, wild and so hungry! I think I want that hot mouth first while you take his smooth boy pussy." Jerry also dropped his robe and I could see that Jerry's cock was rapidly getting hard as he stared at the way his friend's tool was getting swallowed by the boy. The boy was an impressive cocksucker, that was for sure. It looked to me like he was actually enjoying his work. Ed didn't reply as he was busy shoving his hardening cock in and out of the boy's gulping mouth. After a couple of minutes, he pulled out and put a condom on his average sized dick, which was slick with the boy's saliva. Ed stood between the boy's legs, his cock pointing at the boy's completely hairless pink asshole. As Ed lubed up his condom-covered cock, he looked at Jerry and said, "I wish we didn't have to wear these damn rubbers, but that boy pussy looks so good, I won't notice in a minute." Jerry was positioning himself to ram his cock in the boy's waiting mouth. Since Jerry was several inches taller than Ed, he pulled some straps on the sling that raised the boy's head up to the perfect angle for Jerry to stand and fuck the boy's mouth without having to bend his knees and get too low for comfort. "Well, we wouldn't have to wear 'em if we paid the outrageous Owner's Club dues and had regular blood tests, but that sounds like too much money, and too many needles, for my taste." "Yeah, I agree," Ed said as he rubbed his tool up and down the boy's crack. "OK, Ed, you ready? Let's shove our cocks into this slave's fuck holes at the same time like we planned at the bar, and see how he reacts to getting stuffed by cock at both ends at exactly the same time." "More than ready, bud, let's go!" I watched as Ed and Jerry pushed into the boy at the same time and proceeded to fuck the shit out of the helpless boy in the sling. They high-fived each other and laughed as they pounded in and out of the boy. Neither man had an especially big dick and the boy seemed to accept the pounding well, moving in unison with his impalers when they got into a rhythm that allowed it. He kept gulping and sucking cock, or expertly licking and mouthing balls if they were presented to him. The men would yell "Switch" every few minutes and change positions. I noticed that each time one of them went from the boy's mouth to his ass, the man would put on a new condom. They both came pretty fast the first time, whooping like a couple of drunk frat boys as one came in his mouth and the other is his ass. They let the boy out of the chair to go to the bathroom. The boy thanked them and scurried away. While the boy was briefly out of the room, one of them pushed a doorbell and a different slave boy appeared with fresh beers. After a brief rest, the men took turns having the boy kneel in front of them and suck their dicks hard again. The boy was a model of subservience, sucking whichever cock they directed and doing it with the kind of eagerness that made the men feel like they had the most desirable tools in the world. After the boy got them both fully hard again, they repeated the same double-stuffing routine in the sling, their banter and antics getting really old by now. After a long fucking session with several switcheroos, the boy started moaning. "Hey, look at that Ed, the slave is really getting into it now. I love it when they shoot their hot cum out. It makes my cock feel even bigger ramming 'em!" The slave boy, having gotten the green light for expressing his own pleasure, moaned louder. The men slowed their pace and started long-stroking in his ass and mouth. The boy writhed in pleasure as the cock in his ass was apparently rubbing against the boy's prostate. Suddenly the boy erupted in a surge of white cum that must have shot two feet, hitting the boy in the chin and shoulder. His mouth was stuffed full of Jerry's meat, but you could see an ecstatic smile as he continued to suck. His "guest masters" stared at the boy"s erupting cock and smiled as well. "That's so fucking hot that I think I'm about to bust," Ed grunted. "Me too, partner. What do you say we both unload in this boy's mouth at the same time? He sure seemed to slurp up the jizz I fed him last time." "Fusk, Yeah! He'd love that! Right, boy?" For the first time since he left the room an hour ago, the boy spoke: "Oh yes, please! I need it. I want it! I might even cum again if you feed me a double load of your hot juices!" Ed and Jerry were pumping and grunting like two men possessed. "You getting close, man? I am..." "Yeah dude, I can pretty much cum when I want to, so the timing's up to you," said Ed, who was doing is best to throat fuck the enthusiastic boy. Ed may have had that ambition, but his dick didn't look long enough to enter the boy's throat. Jerry was huffing and puffing, fucking the boy's ass especially hard, then he suddenly pulled out and whipped off the rubber while walking quickly over to the boy's mouth. Ed made room for him and they both simultaneously jacked off into the boy's mouth while taking turns dipping their cocks in for some impressively eager sucking. "This slave really craves this double load, bud. Look how eager he is for it." I had to agree with them; the boy did look eager and he was sucking for all he was worth, whenever either man stuck his dick close enough for the boy to reach. Jerry started heaving and furiously jacking his cock less than an inch from the boy's mouth. Thee boy's tongue was reaching out eagerly for any contact with the two cocks. Jerry was obviously about to shoot when Ed, who apparently had better control, said: "Go for it Jer, shoot that big creamy load in his hungry mouth, feed it to him, man. I'll shoot as soon as I see your jizz spurt out and we'll double feed him what he needs so bad." Ed was watching Jerry's cock intently while stroking his own, dipping into the boy's mouth when Jerry would pull out to jerk it more. Clinical Trial in Submission Ch. 03 Jerry soon shouted "Fuck yeah!" and started spewing watery white cum all over the boy's mouth and face. Sure enough, as soon as Jerry started cumming, Ed blasted his thicker, creamier looking load directly into the waiting mouth, directing it all where he wanted it. The boy gulped and swallowed, using his tongue to chase any he could reach and smiling with meek appreciation. Then the boy pumped his own cock and quickly came again, unleashing another decent amount of jizz as the men obscenely rubbed their wet softening dicks on the boy's face, feeding him spilled cum off their cocks and finally stuffing their cocks back in his mouth one at a time to be licked clean. When they were finished, Ed unstrapped the boy, who thanked them for the best sex he had in weeks. They then dismissed the boy. The two men walked slowly over to the shower, washing the sweat and evidence of sex off their bodies with steamy hot water, soap and shampoo. I imagined them going back home to their wives with some story about having met each other for a few drinks after work. They talked loudly about their double-team fuck session while showering and drying off, then put on their robes and left without paying any attention to me. I learned a lot today, and just not about sucking cock and the strangely pleasurable feelings while getting my ass stretched. The "doctor" was obviously running some kind of exclusive private sex club, where men paid big money to have discreet sex with "slaves" procured through the clinical trial ruse. There were at least two levels of membership, the more premium version allowing "masters" to fuck the slaves bareback but requiring those members to have STD/HIV tests. It was definitely a form of prostitution club where the prostitutes were not exactly captives, but seemed through brainwashing or desire to be willing participants. The stupid contracts that the captives signed would never hold up as a defense to rape, false imprisonment, or other crimes the doctor and his staff were guilty of. But exchange students and gullible young people might be fooled by what they had signed long enough for the doctor and his masters to brainwash victims into submission. Or maybe some of them had just found their calling. I couldn't tell from my minimal contact with the 'slaves," but was sure to learn more as my "training" continued. I had learned a lot, but still had no idea how to escape. At the moment, at least, I had little choice but to just sit there, plotting various scenarios while fucking machine slowly but relentlessly stretched my sore ass.