Rising slowly and holding the young hero's gaze, Raynor took the newly signed contract to his desk. Sitting down in the chair behind the executive looking workstation, he opened his scanner and quickly forwarded Subject 17's paperwork to the enrollment committee by email. Taking a moment to check his inbox, he verified that Arthur Walsh, the nerdy little freshman who excelled in the sciences, would be the Clinical Assistant assigned to the strapping Subject 17.
The email was there. It was all set. The thought of witnessing the interactions between Grayson and Walsh from behind the two-way mirrors in the coming months sent a thrill up his spine. The flawlessly built bodybuilder with deep tan skin and classic male model features in the hands of the delicately built, pale little late entry freshman was what Raynor dreamed of. Walsh entered college a semester late, working as a bagger at his parent's grocery for a few months to save money. The two students couldn't pose a greater physical contradiction.
As he stood, he looked over the adjusted credenza and into the mirror at his newly enrolled subject, still struggling in his bondage the boy was now more interested in addressing his own profound need rather than freeing himself. The beautiful body gleamed in the early evening streaks of sunlight that continued to grace the office. Walking slowly toward him, never taking his eyes off from the reflection, Raynor retrieved the small notebook and pen, asking, "is there anything that you'd like to share about the impact the Erectix is having on you Subject 17?"
The beautiful green eyes now silently pleaded with the older man as the boy stared first back at him, then down at his engorged crotch and then back up at his captor. The impressive manhood that now reached nearly to where the feather had been placed so gently a few moments ago on the cut abdominals continued its fight for freedom from the form fitting briefs.
"It seems our friend here," Raynor said with a slight smile as he looked from the subject's stunning face to his member, "would like some more attention from the feather. I would say that he is actually trying to show us just how much he was enjoying my earlier manipulations. Wouldn't you?"
The bodybuilder remained silent except for the rattling of his cuffs in the link as he struggled to move his hands. Glaring at the older man, he knew what he was in for. He'd been tortured before by many criminals with creative schemes to solicit information or even kill him. One time the Penguin had even stripped him, bound him spread eagle in a warehouse and used him as bait in some sick plot to trap Batman. The scheme didn't work; Batman was too cunning for the evil little man but during the time he waited, he was forced to endure the stares and remarks of one of Gotham's fiends. No man had ever touched him sexually and although his relationship with Barbara Gordon was red hot, he couldn't help it,
the impact of whatever this drug was had him in it's grasp; he needed release as soon as possible and he was coming to terms with the fact that the short, troll of a man who had bound him like this was going go to be the one responsible for it. He bolted upright with a sudden jerk of his strong thighs when the thought of the contract again entered his mind. What had he agreed to? His mind was racing back and forth from his longing to the endless possibilities that he could have submitted himself too. Wayne Industries, Bruce's company, a subject in a study, wanting Barbara's soft lips around his straining shaft right now, his once loyal teacher eyeing him like an exquisite piece of art. He forced his mind to overcome the racing thoughts long enough to look at his professor and whisper, "What do you have planned for me?"
Gently the small man leaned forward between the splayed thighs and lifted the oil soaked feather from the eight pack of gleaming muscle. There was another one waiting for the boy's continued teasing. Using the index finger of each hand he traced the defined midsection with the gentle touch of a lover, enjoying the hard muscles that danced beneath them. Back and forth, around the ridges of defined abdominal muscle until both fingers gently bumped against the man meat that rested by the stud's belly button. His tracing then continued downward as he used the sides of his index fingers to create pressure on either side of the beautiful manhood the boy sported until he reached the waistband of the trunks that were surely designed by someone who also enjoyed the virile beauty of the young gymnast. Hooking his fingers softly behind the waistband he lifted it, looking back into the deep green eyes behind the black mask he smiled as he pulled the trunks down and wedged them behind the lemon sized balls that were smooth as silk and working overtime due to the heavy dose of Erectix rocking the young man's system.
Subject 17 moaned as the tight fitting material pushed his balls upward, holding them out as an offering to the man who was going to satisfy their unbelievable need to release. His control of the situation was eroding quickly. The old man had him. This thought had gone from denial to realization to sudden need as he stared down at himself, bobbing and swaying in midair between his spread and manacled legs. He craved the touch of his beautiful Barbara right now. He wanted her hands to surround him, stroke him slowly and softly as she had so often. He wanted to be inside her. Early in their relationship she had marveled at his length and size, even doubting that all of him would fit inside her but he had. His lovemaking had been perfected with her and although before her there had been other women, he had become an expert at pleasing her. Many times, crossing paths on campus she'd eye him with great desire. His mind raced to a time she'd lured him to the Biology Library stacks and taken him, right there whispering in his ear as he worked just how badly she'd needed to feel him deep inside her. He couldn't control his mind anymore. Only thoughts of sexual release were on his consciousness. There was no way out of this. He needed his handler’s response as he broke the silence once again. "What do you have planned for me professor? Please. Please tell me. I can't continue this. Whatever you put on me is driving me crazy. I, I need you to tell me what you have planned!"
Retrieving a second feather from the small box, Raynor smiled his evil smile back at the handsome student before him and placed the teasing tool on the wooden surface of the table. This was his dream come true. Grayson, the most beautiful male student on campus was helpless in his hands and on the verge of begging him to do what he must to bring him relief. "Subject 17, you have a very, very impressive piece of equipment here. I can't say that I have ever seen something so beautiful." Using his left hand he gently held the set of perfect orbs that the boy seemed to be offering him, running his thumb back and forth over the smooth, tight skin. "I notice that your balls are hairless and perfectly smooth. This will be helpful to Arthur in your clinical sessions and is very pleasing to me right now. I also noticed that you keep yourself very neatly trimmed down here, do you female conquests like this short treasure trail?" Using his right hand the little man traced the neatly shaven rectangle of dark hair that was closely cropped to smooth skin. While teasing the subject with both hands the professor gazed over the beautiful landscape of the body before him. "To answer your question Subject 17, I am going to elicit a load of sperm from this beautiful spigot of yours. Over the course of the next hour or so I think we should be able to accomplish that with the help of another Robin's feather, my years of experience and professional planning."
"Hour! Dude, I am ready to shoot now!" The boy pleaded while again flexing his big arms against the cuffs.
"Oh?" The professor moved his right index finger to the tip of the young hero's impressive offering and gently traced around it. "I can see that my stallion, I can see that, but I am not going to waste the opportunity to make your enrollment session profoundly enjoyable for me. No, no my fantasy, not a chance of that!"
The boy bucked up and squirmed again as the little man wrapped his small hand around the girth of his substantial cock and stroked the entire shaft from tip to base twice in a smooth, fluid motion. "Subject 17, how does this feel?"
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