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The Test
My cock hardened and rose to an upward slant as I fantasized about Vicki's hands rubbing all over my body. "Thanks for getting your cock hard, Tom. It makes it a lot easier to attach these electrodes" said Vicki as she attached one adhesive electrode to the shaft near my balls and stuck the other to the very tip of my penis. She affixed the wires dangling from a box with a controller held by the military guy.
I was disappointed that Vicki would be a part of this electroshock torture. You never can trust anyone, I thought. "I'm just a teenager, I like to feel myself and cum. That doesn't give you a right to torture me with electrical shocks. I'll show you, give it your best, I can take it!" I stiffened my attention pose as I waited for the painful jolt.
The military guy smiled a wicked smile. "Get ready, let's see how you like this! 5-4-3-2-1!" He pushed the button a screen lit up showing a guy messing with a girl. At the bottom of the screen was digital readout that kept kept changing. He laughed, "We weren't planning on torturing you with electrical shocks, at least for now although some of the more perverted in our audience might find that entertaining, but I like your attitude. This is a test to see what turns you on, what makes your cock get hard. This will be very useful to us later. Various porn scenes will be shown and the reaction of your cock measured. Gradually the computer will generate a special porn mix specially suited to your desires. Scenes of scat, piss, cross-dressing produced low numbers, guy on girl pretty high, girl on girl high, guy on guy high put a little less, femdom with girl forcing a tied up guy to have sex very high, a restrained guy being whipped very high. Gradually the screen settled into my personal porn show which made my cock get harder than it ever had before.
Vicki pulled the electrodes off fast which minimized the pain. Maybe she was OK. They let my personalized porn show continue playing. "We need a sample of your cum for testing. Will you help us with that, Tom?" she asked.
God how I needed to cum but I played it cool, "Whatever you want, ma'am!"
She got some lube and rubbed my penis with it. It felt so good, just as I almost lost control, she stopped rubbing me and got a glass beaker from a table. "We'll use this to catch your cum for the tests. OK, start jerking off!"
This was weird. A scared straight program and they order me to jerk off? Maybe they need to find out all about what I do so they can create a really perverse program to stop me from doing it. But for a teenager, urges always win out, I started jerking off, rubbing my cock slowly then a few fast strokes, back to slow. I wanted to draw this out, I wanted to shoot real strong and feel real good. "Get ready, hurry!"
Vicki held the beaker and I aimed into it. I shot powerful burst after burst, that personalized porn show really worked. She looked impressed. "We'll have the lab test this and will let you know as soon as we get the results. Let me clean you up." She took a cloth and washed the lube and any remaining cum off me then gently dried me. "Show him to his room."
The military guy lead me out of the bright room down a hall, opened an unmarked door, and a light came on in a middle size room, maybe 15' X 20'. There was a sturdy metal framed bed in the center, sink and toilet in the corner, and nothing else. Looked more like a cell than a room if you asked me, but no one was asking me anything in this secret undisclosed location. The door slammed shut, light went out, and I was in complete darkness. I felt for the bed, dropped down on the hard uncovered mattress, regretted that I had slept nude last night otherwise I might have a scrap of clothes to wear, thought about my hopeless situation, got really scared, began sobbing for the first time in years, and soon fell into an exhausted restless sleep.
More Than Enough
The sound of a woman moaning in contented satisfaction awakened me. As I opened my eyes I saw the images of a man making love to a beautiful woman on all the walls and on the ceiling. I began rubbing my balls and stroking my cock dreamily and soon I had a good erection. I heard the door open. "On your feet boy, time to give us more of your cum!" a guard commanded. Startled, I jumped up. The guard carried a tray with a beaker, lube, and a towel. "Need to lube up first, you want to do it or should I do it?" I said I'd do it. I started jerking off, I was pretty horny from the porno and didn't take long to feel the urge coming. I signaled the guard, he held the beaker while I aimed into it and shot my load. He put the beaker with my cum in a revolving pass through in the wall, pushed a button, the beaker disappeared and a tray with a burger, fries, and coke appeared. "Good job boy, here's your reward." Starved from maybe a day without anything to eat, I gulped down the food. "Sweet dreams", he laughed as he closed the door and the lights went out.
This was the routine, alone in darkness, awakened by porno mix, play with myself, jerk off for the guard, get a drink or some food. There was no window, no noise outside, no pattern of rotating guards, I had no idea of how long it was between sessions or how long these sessions went on. I tried to count the sessions but soon was disoriented. When I didn't want to lube myself or jerk off the guard would do it for me. If I wasn't hard, the guards knew that beating my ass with a leather belt would quickly give me a boner (They must have learned this when they interviewed my dad or maybe just my reactions to the BDSM videos.). This went on for weeks? Months? I had no idea. I now knew the plan, they would force me to jack off so often that soon I would start to hate jerking off. I wonder how long this would take, I wondered if I would go crazy from the isolation first.
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