The older man leaned forward slightly and reached a small, age spotted hand forward to stroke the silken smooth muscular tan right thigh that splayed out before him. Gently tracing the vein that ran toward the bound hero’s crotch he stared longingly into the bright, defiant eyes that glared at him.
Again, forcefully tugging on his restraints, Subject 17 glared back at his tormentor. “What do you want professor? I let you have your fun now please, let me out of these cuffs, I have things I have to do!”
Almost in a trance the old man continued his fondling of the boy and smiled a broad, wicked smile. “Mr. Grayson, I have planned for this time alone with you for quite a while. You will go nowhere until your enrollment in the study is complete. Until then, you are my subject. You may fight me if you wish, as a matter of fact, the display that your beautiful body puts on every time you fight back is, as I said, profoundly alluring to me. So please, struggle if you will but this is going to happen. You are going to succumb to me.”
Reaching down the professor produced a large yellow sphere that the young man quickly realized was a Pink Grapefruit. Turning the fruit in his hands, the older man held it up to his face and peered through a hole that had been bored through the center of the juicy Florida citrus fruit.
“I hollowed this out just for you Subject 17. Knowing that your trigger would be citrus oil, I figured I could use this lucky piece of fruit to drive you absolutely insane as I milk a load of your precious seed out of you as part of your enrollment. I promise, I will be as gentle as possible but, prepare to be stimulated beyond your wildest senses my gorgeous young stud.”
“What the, what are you doing? “ The young man tried to pull his hips back, away from the professor but the solid surface he was strapped to allowed him no escape. His eyes followed the professor who transferred the large fruit to his left hand while he gently reached forward and, with a slight stroke from stem to head, pulled the heroic manhood forward.
“I let the fruit warm to room temperature after I cored the center from it Subject 17, it is over ripe so it is loaded with juice for your enjoyment. There were many ways that I could force you to offer your seed to me after the Erectix had been applied to your skin but this one, milking you with a grapefruit seemed more creative than anything else I could think of.” Gently the professor forced the fruit down onto the swollen head of the boy. “I just didn’t count on your endowment being quite this large. The first few strokes may be a little uncomfortable until the flesh of the fruit matches your remarkable size.”
A soft moan of pleasure inadvertently escaped the lips of the boy who, gasping for breath began to immediately feel the impact of the pink flesh of the fruit as its juices cascaded down his steel like shaft, over his ample orbs and began to pool on the bright green fabric of his trunks. “Ahhh, professor, please. Please. Oh please stop, come on.”
Looking down through his secured thighs the boy watched as the older man slowly slid him into the fruit. About three inches of his cock were lodged in the tight fitting fruit when the old man let go, allowing the powerful manhood to snap up and sway, with the weight of the grapefruit suspended by the shaft that once again bobbed from side to side between the powerful thighs.
Throwing his head back and thrusting his tight muscular hips off from the table surface the boy moaned in an almost ecstatic breathless gasp, “AWWW…man. PLEEASEE. What are you doing to me? “
Gently the small hand reached forward and grabbed hold of the smooth nut sac that was lifted before him. Pulling it firmly back down toward the table, the old man watched as the young hero was enraptured in the moment.
“Pleeeease professor, please. Whatever you have to do to me, please get it over with. My nuts are on fire here.”
Gently scrubbing his thumbs along the sides of the smooth sac the professor watched the boy’s eyes change from defiance to a look of longing and, almost, desire as the sweet juices of the lucky fruit impaled on his perfect organ began to take effect. Slowly he walked alongside his bound subject and bent to whisper into his ear.
“Subject 17, you are ready to be entered into the clinical study. To end your ordeal I must only ask that you willingly commit yourself to enrollment one last time. Ask me to milk you like the stallion you are.” Gently using a finger to once again trace the straining bicep, the older man waited for the younger to give himself over.
“Awww, professor please, get it over with!” The boy pleaded.
“No, Subject 17. You must ask me to milk you. Once you have done so, I will make sure you earn the relief you so crave. But until then, you will lay here in torture.”
Robin squirmed in his bindings. Finally his youthful need to orgasm overpowered his reluctance to comply with the professor’s degrading command. Hating both the older man who required it and himself for yielding to him, Robin haltingly said the humiliating words that would bring him relief. “Mmmm…Miiilll…” he sputtered before at last spitting out, “ Milk me professor. Please. Make me cum, get me enrolled, I just want this over. Your drug is driving me crazy!” Again the boy lifted his hips up, off from the credenza, offering his manhood over to the older man, his brilliant green eyes pleading with the old man to relieve the unbelievable pressure building in him. “Milk me,” he groaned in a pathetically beseeching vocal tone. Robin’s demeanor was now a far cry from the once arrogant one he had assumed at the start of their encounter. His normal self-confident swagger had also vanished. He was reduced to begging for something the first time in his life and, Robin realized, they both knew it. A sense of real humiliation came over him. He would never see himself in the same way again.
Raynor took his place once again between the spread legs of the boy. With one finger he traced the bracket pinning the boys left ankle to the furniture. “All that time training your fine body Subject 17 and a small amount of steel and a pharmaceutical drug has you begging me to pleasure you. “ Running his finger up the smooth calf the older man leaned forward and reached for the swaying yellow orb held up as in offering by the thick shaft of the boy. With a gentle sweeping motion he again took the boy’s silken smooth scrotum into his left hand and with the right, grabbed ahold of the fruit whose flesh would bring forth Subject 17’s ejaculation for scientific study. “I will take your request to heart and will begin the final stage of your enrollment.”
With a deliberate but gentle motion the little man pushed the fruit downward on the large shaft, forcing the ample knob of the boys cock head through the opening in the fruit with a squishing “pop”. Juices from the fruit cascaded over its rind racing back down to the shaft that suspended it. The yellow ball, now wedged tightly against head of the strong young man’s cock still swayed slightly as the rock hard boy continued to sway with ecstasy.
“Oh professor, please.” Tugging full force on the restraints, muscles popped in the beautiful physique once again as the boy struggled to free is hands so he could pleasure himself. Lifting his hips up once again in offering the boy watched as the old man’s hand began to slide the fruit down his shaft until it gently bumped against his lower abs. Twisting and tugging his eyes remained fixed on his proud dick as the professor began a slow, rhythmic motion of the fruit; sliding it up until it gently bumped the back of his defined head and then back down until the bright yellow skin touched his lower abs. The shaft now gleamed with the sweet citrus juices that triggered a desire inside the young Adonis that he had never known before. A soft moan once again escaped his lips as the milking continued.
“I would love to put you in my mouth Mr. Grayson, but I cannot jeopardize the DNA makeup of the sample you are about to offer. With this level of Erectix running through your body, we need a clear reading as to the output with no DNA contamination but the sight of your cock head, engorged and dripping behind the grapefruit is the most erotic thing I have ever seen.” The professor knew that later in the clinical study he may very well have his chance to once again sexually arouse the boy and possibly force him to succumb to oral stimulation from either the research assistant or himself. The torture of having to will himself over to another man while bound or not was eventually something Raynor wanted Grayson to have to do.
The soft flesh of the fruit was driving the young stud crazy with desire. He stared down at himself, helpless in the hands of his once trusted professor as he watched the yellow orb slide up and down the length of his penis. Even Barbara had never made him feel so aroused; he knew it was the stuff that had been put on him but he could hardly contain himself. We wanted so badly to not shoot for the professor but he knew it was only a matter of time before he was coming; securing his “enrollment” in whatever devious research the professor had trapped him into enrolling in. With an airy gasp of pleasure he again flexed his body hard and arched his back up from the credenza, “Pleeaase professor. Pleaase get this over with.”
Again, Raynor was not faltered by the boy’s pleas. His slow ministration of the fruit along the shaft continued as he smiled at the handsome young hero. “One more time Robin. Mr. Grayson. Ask me to “enroll you” and I will conclude your ordeal for you.”
The boy’s back was arched up as far as his restraints would allow. His body a perfect display of muscle, glistening under the medicated oil and his own sweat as well as a mixture of citrus juices. Twisting in his bindings he could feel his large balls ready to spew forth their seed. “Professor, please. I can’t hold on any longer. Please. Please let me cum!”
Raynor smiled as he released the boy’s full balls and reached down between the magnificently muscled thighs spread wide before him. Lifting a large test tube up so the boy could see it, the professor again teased the boy as he continued the slow slide of the now battered Grapefruit, “Ask me to enroll you Mr. Grayson, offer your seed and your virility to the study and you will be given the release you so crave.”
“Please professor, please get this over with. Enroll me. Make me cum!” the boy pleaded with his beautiful eyes affixed to the test tube as the old man lowered it close to the head of his shiny, steel hard dick.
Gently Raynor squeezed the grapefruit in one hand, while carefully positioning the test tube to collect his prize bull’s enrollment offering with the other. With a slow, fluid motion he began to slide the fruit up and down the veined shaft of the powerful young stud. The flesh of the fruit once again tight against the hard rod, juices continuing to flow down to the soaking wet green fabric of the hero’s outfit.
“Gnnnfff”, the boy moaned as he watched himself succumb to the final teasing of the hold man. He could feel an unbelievable surge welling deep inside himself; he was about to cum like he had never come before. Somehow, his inability to touch himself, to aid in his release at all was making him crave it even more. “Oh, professor, I am gonna cum soon. Please, don’t stop. Please milk me like this until I explode.”
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