The old man smiled as he watched his young conquest flex and twist in ecstasy. He tightened his grip again slightly on the grapefruit and continued the long strokes as he watched the boy’s eyes move from the fruit, to his own. Without speaking aloud he mouthed to the boy, “that’s it stud, let go. Enroll yourself.”
The boy’s head snapped back, his hips thrust up off from the credenza and he cried out, “Awww professor, awww I can control it, I am Cumming!”
The professor tilted the test tube up as the first shot of hot white alpha-male seed erupted from the boy’s beautiful glands. It ricocheted audibly with a sloshing sound off the bottom of the tube, with such force that the tube slid in the professor’s small hand. Just as he tightened his grip, another gush of white manhood flew into the tube. Raynor looked up to see the beautiful boy gasping for breath as the drug induced orgasm continued; he seemed to be in awe, as well as Raynor was, at the forceful nature and amount of seed he was spewing. The eruption continued for seven full volleys of pure release as the boy he twisted and flexed his perfect form for his captor.
“Aww professor, aww, the stuff is still coming”, the boy cried as a steady leak of cum trickled out of his long, citrus soaked dick. Moaning and thrusting his hips up, the professor tilted the tube back slightly so as not to allow the precious seed to leak back onto the shaft; he pulled the fruit toward him slightly as he continued his slight squeeze and stroking motion, gathering more of the liquid the boy offered.
“Very impressive Mr. Grayson, we have plenty of your seed here for your enrollment study. More than enough!” The professor released the fruit, allowing the boy to snap back upright and held the test tube up for the boy to clearly see. “Look at you Robin, very impressive. You nearly filled the tube! What a stud! I knew you wouldn’t disappoint.” Lowering the test tube the professor placed a plastic cap on it and then, reaching back down to the tabletop, between the muscular thighs, picked up a medical adhesive label simply embossed with “Subject 17”. He carefully affixed the label to the side of the tube and walked back up to the boy’s side. “Your enrollment is nearly complete Mr. Grayson. I will send your offering directly to the lab for review. How are you feeling?”
The baseball sized biceps bunched hard as the young man tugged at his cuffs.
Raynor swirled the test tube in his hand, watching the copious amount of sticky white fluid spin ever so slightly. With great care he placed the vial in a protective case and set it gently on his desk. Subject 17 was now officially part of the Research Grant and his ordeal was really just beginning. Raynor smiled to himself as he reached into his upper desk drawer to remove another small wooden box and a soft white cloth embroidered with the University’s logo.
The young stud watched as his professor moved from his desk to a small sink located behind a large oak door in the corner of the room. The sound of water echoing off the stainless steel sink of what appeared to be a small wet-bar filled the room as the professor dampened a washrag. The battered grapefruit was still clinging to his now slightly less than fully engorged penis although the need to ejaculate again remained intense. He flexed and twisted in the restraints his professor had secured him in as he watched man approach again; a wet cloth in one hand, another small wooden box in the other.
“Subject 17, your seed will now be sent to the lab for analysis. I can tell you; I have never had a subject offer such a large amount. Impressive yet again.” The old man reached forward and gently stroked the boy’s ample manhood, watching it twitch to the stimulus as several inches protruded from the fruit. “I suppose, it is time to remove this”, he said as he laid the warm cloth over the inside of a muscular thigh and cupped the full balls with his empty hand. Upon placing the second little box between the big legs, he reached down and began to slide the fruit up the shaft one final time, throwing the beautiful stud into a rage of sensitivity; his rod aching from the recent ejaculation.
“Let me out of this contraption of yours professor. You’ve had your fun, let me go!” The boy again twisted and flexed for his admirer as the fruit slid past the ridge of his large cockhead and, with a plop, off from him all together.
The older man tossed the demolished fruit into the trash can like a ball and gently took liberty to stroke the boy a couple of times, causing him to writhe and thrust with sensitivity. “Easy there stallion, I know you’re still primed and ready but you’re all done for today”, the older man taunted as he lifted the warm cloth from the beautifully defined thigh and began to clean the shaft and balls of the mixture of citrus oil, Erectix and precum that coated it.
The boy threw his head back and moaned uncontrollably as the warm cloth wiped him clean, his semi-rigid dick still swaying slightly as the professor admired him longingly. He watched as the old man wrapped the cloth around him and once again stroked the length of him a few times, the soft cotton sending shivers up his spine. Unwillingly he again lifted his hips off from the tabletop as the professor cleaned him, offering himself over. “It’s so sensitive professor. The drug still has me so horny”, he moaned as the professor, happy with his cleanup work, dropped the washcloth to the floor.
“Flex for me Mr. Grayson, let me see you show off for me again”, Raynor said as he reached down between the big thighs and lifted the small wooden box he had placed there earlier. “It’s okay; it’s just us in here. I know you want to show off for me. I’d love to see you one more time. It will be awhile before it is just you and I working together as part of the grant, it will give me something to remember you by. Please, one last flex?”
The helpless hero stared up at his captor, the Erectix still raging in his body, all of his will working to force his penis to retreat and the blood to rush out of it. Figuring the show he’d put on for the professor would be a distraction from the raging need to once again release, he did as his professor asked and flexed his biceps hard against the cuffs, causing the striations of musculature to pop along his beautiful arms and then, with the skill of an fitness model, began to display his torso, teasing the man that so admired him. Grayson watched as the older man became infatuated with the dance of masculinity that his beautiful body was putting on for him.
A small hand reached out again and began to feel the rock hard, silken smooth surfaces of the college stud’s body. He moaned softly as his hands wondered the beautiful body, enjoying having the teen bound down, sexually helpless before him. He smiled gently and stared lovingly into the bright green eyes as his hands began to gently massage the powerful pectoral muscles before him. “You are a thing of beauty Mr. Grayson, a true thing of beauty. It is my pleasure to claim you for Gotham University’s star entry into the Erectix study.”
The display had done what Grayson had hoped, his mind focused on showing off for and hating the touch of the older man had once again, although the longing for release still ached in him, forced his manhood into a flaccid state, lying now over the bright green fabric of his trunks. He looked down just in time to see the little man remove his admiring hands and once again lift a small, highly polished wooden box from between his splayed thighs.
Opening the box, the wicked man smiled up at his pupil. He held is his hand a sterling silver ring, about six inches in diameter. With the deft agility of a man much younger than he was, Raynor flipped it open at a hinge in it and grabbed ahold of Grayson’s ball sack. With a forceful nature Raynor pulled the large fertile eggs of the bodybuilder down in their silky smooth sack and away from the strong shaft the boy had been blessed with. Then, with a forceful nature the old man snapped the ring around the top of the nut-sack, ratcheting it tightly closed, locking the Superhero into a sterling silver ring engraved with Raynor’s name on the side of.
“What the fuck!” The boy bucked his strong gluteus up off the table, his ample manhood now weighted down with a sterling silver ring that encircled his nuts, pulling them down. “Get this off from me you little freak, what is this about!”
“Easy there big boy!” Raynor smiled evilly up at the athlete as he again stroked the length of the shaft causing a sudden rush of sexual heat to rise up inside the bound youth.
“Awww fuck,” Robin involuntarily groaned in a combination of frustration and discomfort as the silver object cut off his ball’s now raging juices from getting past the metallic binding. He glared at the now highly amused older man. “Take...it...off,” he sputtered half in anger and half in desperation over the growing realization that this device would forestall any future ejaculations.
“Nonsense,” the professor teased. “It looks good on you Mr. Grayson. You’ll be wearing this device at all times during the months that you’re in the research grant. Only your lab assistant will be able to remove the monitoring equipment that you will be adorned with during your sessions but sexual activity is strictly forbidden as outlined in the contract you signed.”
“You freak!” Robin pushed his hips high up off from the table and strained again at his own cuffs as the tight cold steel bit into the soft smooth flesh. “Get this thing off from me! Now! I didn’t agree to wear this, you’ve had your fun, and you made me cum now let me go!”
The old man grabbed firmly ahold of the boy’s big shaft and pulled him down to the tabletop. Now, sliding a smaller silver ring over the ample head of the boy’s penis and down to the base, he again tightened this ring closed tight around the boy. “With this ring, I claim you for the research grant.” The old man chuckled as the boy now wearing two sterling silver rings with his name on them bucked and twisted in the restraints.
A sheen of sweat once again glistened on the flawless body of the athletic student as he writhed in the restraints. “Get them off! Now! I am not wearing these things!”
“Oh, but Mr. Grayson you are. Wearing them very well I might add my well-endowed young enrollee.” The older man gently ran his finger over the smooth balls as he twisted them slightly. “I have designed your rings for you, engraved with my name so you are reminded of the reason you are part of the study every single moment of every day until you fulfill your obligations to the contract you signed and just to be certain that you do so,” Raynor slowly turned the ring that encircled the base of the stud cock before him until a small loop of metal in it aligned with a small loop in the larger ring which now forced the very full orbs inside his scrotum down away from his body. Raynor then reached back into the small box that still rested between the award winning legs and removed a small titanium lock with the number 17 studded on the side of it with ruby colored gemstones. Gently the old man turned the key as he watched the now claimed stallion continuing to fight his bindings on the table before him.
“I don’t know what you’re trying to prove here professor but let me outta these cuffs! Now!” The boy hollered, glaring at the old man who remained calm and slowly raised a small lock up to his vantage point. Robin was enraged. He still felt an underlying need to orgasm but now that very possibility was being painfully blocked by the bindings of this silver prison. “Get me out of this,” he yelled.
“There are only two keys to this Mr. Grayson.” The professor continued. “One I will keep and one your research assistant will keep locked in the lab until you report for your assigned Erectix sessions. At all other times, your manhood will remain locked in the sterling silver and titanium restraints that I have designed especially for you. The professor now once again took ahold of the big tool and softly stroked the length once, enjoying the warm, smooth skin.
The young man bucked up, again lifting his steel hard gluts high off the table, as far as his restraints would allow and screamed, “NO! Get me outta this! Now Professor, unhand me!” His urge to sexually explode slammed into the pain of his silver collars. “Awww fuck,” he whined as, for the first time since he hit his puberty, his very hyper masculine sexuality was in the control of another.
Slowly, the professor slid the open the shank of the lock and with it, traced the large vein that twisted around the manhood of the stud. “I have emblazoned the lock with your number, Subject 17. It will hold you in chastity except when your research assistant or I call you in for testing. There will be no co-eds for you my son. You’re ours.” The professor hooked the shank of the small lock through the loop in ring around the cock and then, slowly slipped in through the ring in the steel around the testicles. With an evil grin he locked it closed. Cupping the now pitifully groaning boy gently in his hand, he squeezed the ample package one last time. Robin’s whimpering sexual frustration, thrilled him.
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