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The Facility:

Paradise Prison

By Robert Lust

 

 

The year is 2456.

Earth has extended its population to the moon and Mars. Society is highly organized, human emotions having been eliminated from the human equation to build a stronger society, one that does not make war against each other. Somewhere in the past, when war had escalated to critical levels, scientists looking for a solution found the drug.

They call it Oblivion.

It was found, however, that human males, especially those attracted to the same gender, became immune to Oblivion. Men caught in sexual acts with each other where considered sex offenders, trialed and executed.

Until Bréanainn Aodhan, an eccentric millionaire built the Sex Offense Prison in Pluto.

Being far away from the populated solar system, Bréanainn's prison worked undisturbed in keeping sex offenders useful to society.

The Prison, over time, came to be known only as `The facility'.

The facility has been operational for the past fifty years, still run by Bréanainn.

 

 

Chapter 1

Paradise Prison

 

Katashi Okuda walks next to Headmaster Bréanainn. He's been Bréanainn's Chief of Affairs for a year now and cannot overcome the spell of his presence. He doesn't know what it is, his strongly masculine perfume, or maybe his stone like coldness; perhaps his deep blue eyes or his cold façade of white against the contrast of his dark hair. Or maybe, just maybe, the confidence with which he conducts himself.

His Alpha-male ways.

Bréanainn is one of the few people who go about Section 1 fully dressed, and that also arouses Katashi's curiosity. Bréanainn's cock is the only one in the facility he's never seen. The Headmaster is wearing his typical black suit with Mao-style collar and the vaporous pants he likes to wear. Katashi knows what Bréanainn likes to wear. He also knows what he likes to tame and what he likes to fuck. But he feels unfortunate that he's never been able to look at the Headmaster naked, as many others in the facility have.

"Katashi, are you listening to me?" Bréanainn asks.

"I'm sorry, Headmaster," Katashi says slightly blushed.

Bréanainn presses a button on his hidden belt, and the ring around Katashi's cock shaft produces a high amperage discharge bringing his exposed cock limp.

"Done," Bréanainn says, "Problem taken care of. Can you now focus?"

"Yes, Headmaster." Katashi replies sheepishly.

"Good."

They keep on walking through the prison aisle. Every cell has a force field which keeps the inmates inside. Every inmate is busy with his own chores, each of them wearing his orange overalls. There's only one inmate per cell, and over every cell, a screen in which the inmate's stats can be checked.

"I was asking you about the meeting with the new possible investors ..."

"Yes, Headmaster," Katashi replies, "They've just finished the meeting. PR Chief Officer Adamantis has just sent the intel and I've routed it to your office's terminal."

"Good news?"

"There's two investors who seemed genuinely interested sir. One of them, Darien Worthington, apparently has a son who was almost charged with sex offense a couple of months ago. He wants to make sure his son will be in a place that will not bring him any harm ..."

"And the other?" asks Bréanainn with his cold voice.

"Harry Whiteman, a billionaire in his forties. He has no family to talk of and he'd like to become a guest at The Facility, Headmaster ..."

"Both sound promising, Katashi ..."

"I would think so, Headmaster."

"My new assistant?"

"About to arrive, Headmaster," Katashi replies, used to the Headmaster's quick change of topics in a conversation, "He'll be here in the next prisoner shuttle, along with Doctor Prott's new assistant as well."

"Do I have their files?"

"In your office's terminal, Headmaster."

"Good. I need you to get ready to receive my new assistant and take him to his accommodations. I'll be in my office."

"Yes, Headmaster," Katashi replies looking down.

"Master!" One of the inmates suddenly shout, "Headmaster! Take me, master! I'm ready, I'm ready!"

Both Headmaster Bréanainn and his chief of affairs turn around at the inmate. He's slender and built at the same time with a clean-shaven head. As they approach, the tall blue-eyed man opens the long zipper of his overalls exposing his hard and veiny uncut red-headed dick.

"I'm ready, master!" he says once again as he squeezes his throbbing cock for the master to see.

Headmaster Bréanainn turns from the inmate to his cell's stats console. The man is 32 years old. Uncut. Masturbates twice or thrice a day at night.

"What's your name?" the Headmaster asks.

"Wesley, master!" the man replies, his veiny cock precumming like there was no tomorrow.

By the time the Headmaster and his Asian assistant stand before the inmate, many other inmates have stopped their chores so they can see the scene that is about to develop.

"Cum for me." The master commands.

Wesley begins pumping his rod with his right hand as his left plays with his low hanging balls. The man is so horny it virtually takes him no time to finish up, spurting his cum against the forcefield, as if he wanted it to reach the Headmaster.

"Good job, Wesley," the Headmaster says, "Keep up the good work."

"Take me, master!" he pleads again.

"In time, Wesley. Keep up the good work."

He starts walking again followed by Katashi.

"Katashi?"

"Yes, master?"

"Make a note in my agenda to schedule Wesley for a `physical' with Doctor Prott, sometime tomorrow."

"Yes, master. Full protocol?"

"Indeed."

"I'll see to it master."

"And, Katashi?"

"Yes, Headmaster?"

"Your suspender is incorrectly placed. And you know I like foreskins back at all times. You look messy."

"I'll see to it, Headmaster."

"Please do."

Headmaster Bréanainn turns right and Katashi continues walking straight ahead. Just before disappearing from earshot, Bréanainn commands, "Report to Marshall Geoffrey for punishment for under grooming."

"Will do, sir," Katashi replies and keeps walking. Just thinking about Geoffrey makes his hair stand on end. However, Katashi also feels his cock twitch in anticipation.

 

***************

 

Headmaster Bréanainn is now comfortably sitting in his office. He taps at his terminal and it comes to life. He looks at the recent files sent by the efficient Katashi and clicks on the one which contains his new assitant's profile. It's labeled Confidential Report on Drexel Fitzpatrick.

The file opens. The first thing Bréanainn sees is a picture of Drexel fully naked, with the man's generals. Originally from the European community. 24 years old. 1.80. No siblings. Bréanainn's hungry eyes devour the image of the young man.

He's caucassian, with a slightly long curly blonde mane and green eyes. His body is skinny, like the body of your typical nerd. He's got a heavy patch of dark blonde pubes crowning an uncut veiny cock in its limp state over two low hanging well-sized testicles.

Bréanainn taps on the screen and the next picture shows a close up of Drexel's cock. In this one, he can see the red cockhead hidden behind the man's heavy foreskin. The veins on his organ are far more visible in the zoom.

He taps once again. The next picture is a close up of Drexel's cock when aroused. It must be around 18 cm long. It's not particularly thick, but not thin either.

One more tap. The next one is a clip of Drexel masturbating. The 24 year older appears naked in his bedroom, legs spread over his bed masturbating fiercely. As he does so, he squeezes and slaps his own balls. Bréanainn smiles as he sees the young man doing so.

It doesn't seem long for the man in the video to start cumming. Some very decent ropes of spunk are expelled from his cock landing on his face, chest and bellybutton. When he's done, Drexel picks up his own cum with his hands and takes it to his mouth.

Bréanainn smiles again.

He taps the screen. The next is a file on the man's occupation, profession, likes and that sort of thing.

He moves to the next screen, a folder with Drexel's personal collection of self pics entangled in compromising shots with men of various shapes, sizes, colors. Perfect blackmail material, should the necessity arise.

Bréanainn is more than pleased with his chief of affairs. Katashi has definitely overdone himself collecting every piece of intel on Drexel Fitzpatrick, even the dirt.

He then goes back to his inbox and sees the next file labeled Confidential Report on Carlos Cubas.

He taps at the screen and opens the file. The first thing on his screen, once again, is a picture of Cubas fully naked. Originally from Mexico. 23 years old. 1.68. Full beard, hazel eyes. He's slender and short. Carlos has dark fur all over his chest and a dark patch of pubes crowning a thin big-headed uncut cock. His testicles are big and round but do not hang low.

He taps and the next pic is one of his cock at full mast. It must be around 17 cm long and thick in girth. For Carlos there's no video, but there's a set of pictures of the man going solo and ejaculating what seems to be a copious load.

There's no dirt on the young man, however.

"Good," he says and throws his head back to frantically speed up his own masturbation. His huge cock trembles in his hand as he feels the cumload getting worked inside him.

He taps at the intercom.

"Yes, headmaster?" Pacer's voice comes from the other end of the line.

"Pacer, have Doctor Prott send Ivan to my office."

"Immediately, Headmaster," the temp replies.

Bréanainn slows his masturbation. He can't get his hands dirty with cum just now, because he has a meeting with Adamantis, and then he'll be meeting Doctor Prott for another sensitive issue. So the easiest thing is to send for a cumdump. And Ivan is one of his top favorites.

The slender twenty-seven year-older, dark-haired, and blue-eyed young man from Russian ascent comes inside Bréanainn's office.

"You wanted to see me, Headmaster?" he asks always looking at the floor, his strong Russian accent obvious.

"Yes. Come here, under my desk."

Ivan walks towards the Headmaster's desk. He's wearing a vaporous top tank and nothing under, save for his chastity device, the way pleasure boys should be uniformed. His whole body has been removed every last trace of hair, save for his head and brows.

The Russian pleasure boytoy goes on his knees and, without ado takes the Headmaster's huge cock inside his mouth. It's not an easy cock to pleasure, given its girth and length, but Ivan has been properly trained and starts pleasuring the Headmaster as only a pleasure boytoy can do.

He doesn't have to work very hard, Bréanainn's midsection starts contracting and, without warning, starts spitting his life milk inside the Russian's mouth and throat. The master's ejaculation is so copious Ivan feels like he might drown, but he won't. He's been the Headmaster's favorite boytoy for almost two years now and he does like the master's cum. Above all, because he might soon be promoted to official pleasure boy. That, of course, would imply that he move to the master's loft. A dream come true for any pleasure boytoy in The Facility.

Once the Headmaster has finished ejaculating, Ivan wipes his cock clean with his mouth and then fixes the front part of Bréanainn's vaporous pants.

"Good." Bréanainn says, "Now, go."

Ivan leaves the room and the Facility's Headmaster stands from his seat. He has a meeting to attend.

 

 

***************

 

Doctor Prott has everything ready and is only waiting for the Headmaster to show up. The new conditioning capsule is ready. Twenty-four year-old Aldous Leroy is tied to a chair, gagged and unable to move.

Prott knows it will take the Headmaster some time to get there, since Section X of the facility is well underground and does not officially exist. But it's not a bad thing that the Headmaster is delayed. Actually, it's the opportunity Prott had been waiting to have Aldous Leroy, the Headmaster's former assistant, in his clutches.

It is a known fact that The Headmaster's personal assistant is untouchable, but now, Prott is finally going to have some fun with Aldous, who has been demoted.

"Scared, are we?" Prott asks, the grin on his reptilian face giving him a sinister look.

Aldous tries to struggle, but even when he's slightly muscular, he's been masterfully restrained.

"Well," Prott says placing one of his four scaly hands on the former assistant's cock, "your cock doesn't seem scared at all. I'd say he's amused!"

He laughs his scary Alyssian deep laugh as he squeezes on the young man's cock, making it spit a big dollop of precum.

"Seems like Headmaster Bréanainn will take some time in arriving, so, let's make the most of it you and I..."

Aldous deep-blue eyes are wide open and it's obvious he's scared. He knows Prott is one sick bastard and that terrifies him.

Prott squeezes harder on Aldous cock. Then he releases it and peels his foreskin back.

Aldous cock is thick and long, the way any personal assistant to Headmaster Bréanainn's cock must be. Even when Bréanainn would never act as unprofessionally towards his assistants, he does like seeing their dangling cocks when they walk in their very tiny and open uniforms.

And Prott is the happiest abusive bastard in the world because of that right now.

He starts his routine by polishing Aldous' sensitive cockhead. The young man squirms in his restraints.

"Oh, yes!" Prott says, "I know you have an extremely sensitive cockhead! I'm your physician, remember?"

Aldous thrashes about unable to defend himself and Prott continues his polishing of the man's knob.

"You were the Headmaster's personal assistant for two years ... two years in which, as your physician, Aldous, I've been making sure to give you vitamins and supplements to keep you healthy."

`This is one insane asshole! Oh, my god, I'm so lost!' Aldous thinks.

"Well," Prott continues, "There were some very interesting components in you supplements as well. Your testicles have grown a bit, hadn't you noticed?" he asks tugging hard at Aldous' well-sized balls.

`Oh, my! That fucking hurts!'

"Now, what else?" Prott asks rubbing the man's tenderized cockhead, "Oh, yes! That agent I've been introducing in your supplements so your nerve endings became larger and more reachable. Yes, darling, I'm afraid that's why the sensations on your cockhead are so amplified."

`Stop, please, stop!' I can't take it, I can't take it!'

He rubs a little more and three droplets of precum are expelled one after the other.

He leans down and his reptilian tongue goes in and out of Aldous' urethra in a rather quick motion. Aldous squirms again.

"Yes, Aldous," he says savoring the man's precum, "the inside of your cock has become extremely sensitive as well. How does my tongue feel inside there, by the way?"

`Stop, stop! This is insane! Stop this madness! Oh, fuck! Ow, that hurts! Oh, Fuck!'

And having said so, he starts fucking Aldous' pee slit with his long and scaly Alyssian tongue. Aldous thrashes about, but there's nothing he can do, the restraints used by Doctor Prott are nothing if not efficient. The sensations inside his cock are driving him insane with pleasure and his fears only add up to his predicament.

Prott's reptilian tongue continues its dance inside and out the man's urethra and at the same time, the good Doctor is taking his time squeezing at the former assistant's milk orbs.

Aldous genitals have never been abused and he did not know it would feel this way.

Prott stands up and presses some commands on his computer terminal. The chair holding Aldous moves up and opens wide in such a way that the former assistant's genitals and ass are completely exposed.

"These balls are way too perfect, Aldous. If you ask me, it's about time they got mistreated..."

And having said so, Prott starts slightly slapping Aldous' balls.

"Like that?" he asks, "How about this?"

He starts slapping harder. And harder. And harder.

`Please, stop, please!'

"Good!" Prott says, "They look a bit better now! Let's try a new angle!"

Prott closes his right upper hand in a fist and throws the first punch. Aldous' abs contract in pain.

"No, it's not as fun if you don't complain..."

He taps a new series of commands to activate sound containment and then he moves towards the defenseless young man to remove his gag.

"You fucking sicko!" Aldous shouts as the gag goes off.

"What did you say?" Prott asks punching Aldous in the balls once again.

"Mgggghhh! You ... you fucking ..."

"What?" he punches again.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, God!"

"Still want to call me sicko?" Prott asks punching him again in the balls.

Then, the doctor starts a punching routine with all his four Alyssian hands. Aldous can no longer complain. He only remains still as the doctor has his fun with his balls.

When Doctor Prott gets tired of punching Aldous' family jewels, he starts caressing them.

"Not so brave now, are we?" he asks.

Aldous sobs. There are tears in his eyes.

"But guess what?" Prott asks, "I think your cock loves the abuse, look at this wonderful puddle of precum on your abs!"

The good doctor is not lying. Aldous moves his head up and looks at the puddle. He also notices his cock is rock hard. `Can it be possible?'

Doctor Prott's computer's masculine voice is suddenly heard, "Incoming message from Headmaster Bréanainn."

"Give me a second, Aldous," he says, and moves to his computer terminal, not without giving Aldous' balls a good tug.

He taps the message, and the player reproduces the vidy.

 

"Doctor Prott:

Something came up and I won't be joining you until 1400 hours. Make sure preparations are made to process Aldous. I'll be joining you as soon as I can.

Bréanainn Out."

 

"My, my!" Prott says approaching the table, it looks like we have a good full hour before Headmaster Bréanainn joins us!"

"You ... you can't!" Aldous says with a trembling voice, "The Headmaster ... he will ... he will notice what you've done!"

"Oh, no, he won't!" Prott says, "I have a wonderful ointment that'll make your cock and balls go back to normal in a fraction of a second ..."

Aldous starts whimpering and Prott takes his swollen balls and squeezes hard.

"Man up!" he says.

As he squeezes on Aldous' balls with his two lower hands, he starts polishing the pink knob with his upper ones.

"Stop ... please ... stop ... ohhhhh gawwwwd!"

When Aldous' cockhead has been sufficiently tenderized, Prott decides to switch techniques.

"Let's try something new, shall we?" he says.

He takes a soft brush, similar to a toothbrush and starts brushing on the man's cockhead.

"Stop! Please! stop!" he says whimpering but completely hard.

Instead of stopping, the good doctor starts brushing at a faster pace, placing special attention on the meatus. The tenderized slit keeps oozing precum non-stop.

"Please, please, PLEASE!" Aldous begs, his cock throbbing as if it had a life of its own.

"Too sensitive in there?" Prott asks and laughs.

Then he leaves the brush aside and starts polishing the tenderized cockhead as his tongue fucks the yummy appendage once again.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh ... pleeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaase, doctor, pleaaaaaaaaaaaaase!" Aldous begs.

Doctor Prott's expert ministrations are fruitful and Aldous' midsection start contracting announcing his incoming orgasm.

"I'm ... I'm gonna ... I'm gonna cum!" he announces wildly.

Prott then squeezes Aldous' balls with all his might and, as he retracts his long scaly tongue, the former assistant starts cumming in a loud and copious load, one the good doctor makes sure to swallow completely. Aldous Leroy continues to spasm in a longer than normal climax, his cock spurting jet after jet of his tasty lovely manmilk.

"Sssss ... stooooop ... ppp ... ppleaaa ... aase ... stooooooop ..."

Prott continues to suck eagerly, uncaring to the fact that the man's cock is so tender he can't take any more touching. But the good doctor has been feeding the young former assistant with all his concoctions and `supplements' for two years now, waiting for this very moment.

"Please ... please ..." he says whimpering, "I can't ... I can't take it anymore!"

Doctor Prott knows otherwise, so he carries on with his sucking. It doesn't take more than ten minutes when the doctor's expert sucking brings Aldous to a second orgasm.

"Ooooooooooooohhhhhh ffffff ... ffffuuuuuu ... ffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkk!"

Aldous' second orgasm is as copious as the first one. Little does Aldous know that Doctor Prott has been administering him the experimental drugs he uses in his treatments for the development of The Facility's milkboys, one of the many projects hidden in Section X and unknown to Terran investors. Aldous Leroy never thought that being part of The Facility's inner circle would one day turn against him.

Doctor Prott is not satisfied yet and continues to suck on Aldous' screwed-up cock as he continues to squeeze and slap the man's balls.

"Please ... stop ..." he says more to himself know, he cannot believe his cock can still be so hard even when he's cummed twice already.

Doctor Prott does not stop. Now, the only thing he wants is to continue feeding on this human's nutritious and tasty seed.

"No ... no ... no more!" Aldous says.

But the Doctor doesn't stop until Aldous' midsection starts contracting again announcing an evident third orgasm.

"Please ... please ... please ..."

As he pleads, his cock starts throbbing in the Doctor's mouth and the new flow of manmilk erupts from the gorgeous appendage.

"Fuck ... fuck ... fuck ..." Aldous goes non-stop.

A short alarm goes off and the doctor separates himself from the man's cock much to his own disappointment. Turning to look at his computer display he realizes it's 13:50, ten minutes before the Headmaster comes in. He goes behind his desk and takes a tube of his secret ointment.

"I'll ... I'll tell the headmaster!" Aldous utters.

"Oh, no, you won't!" Doctor Prott says as he places the gag on the handsome looking man.

Once Aldous has been properly gagged, the Alyssian Doctor squeezes the ointment tube over the man's genitals. As if by magic, the swelling and the redness disappear from Aldous' cock and balls, going back to normal, as if nothing happened.

"See?" Doctor Prott asks and laughs.

Two seconds later, the door to Doctor Prott's labs opens with a pneumatic hiss.

Doctor Prott turns to face Headmaster Bréanainn.

"Headmaster," he bows.

"Doctor Prott. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

"Don't worry, Headmaster, I know you are a busy man."

"Is Aldous ready?"

"Please, follow me."

Doctor Prott conducts The Facility's Headmaster to the place where Aldous awaits, restrained and gagged.

"Mgphtr!" he tries to speak through the gag.

Headmaster Bréanainn ignores his former assistant as he speaks to The Facility's Doctor.

"I see he's been properly restrained."

"Yes, master. I was waiting for your inspection so I can proceed to preparing him."

"Has his tube been prepared?"

"Everything is ready master."

"Good."

Headmaster Bréanainn walks around Aldous and stops at times to touch and caress his former assistant in different spots of his vulnerable physique.

"You seem scared, Aldous," he says, "You shouldn't be. You see, there was one tiny mistake of yours. Nobody, and you knew it quite well, nobody leaves The Facility. I do not completely understand why you would want to leave in the first place. This prison is paradise, we have everything we could wish for. You could've become a very powerful man by my side. But you made the wrong choice and now you'll be replaced."

Aldous eyes are opened in terror. The Headmaster nods at Doctor Prott, who approaches the young man and injects something in his left arm.

"Don't worry Aldous, the destiny that awaits you is not a bad one. You'll be re-conditioned to enjoy sex as much as a young queer man your age should."

Aldous starts feeling groggy and he knows he's been drugged. Doctor Prott taps a series of commands and his restraints come off. Aldous Leroy would want to stand up and run, but he finds he feels extremely tired. Doctor Prott lifts him from the seat and takes him to the next room following Hedmaster Bréanainn.

"See this?" Bréanainn asks Aldous pointing at four reconditioning capsules.

Inside three of them, three men lie in stasis. Their eyes and ears are covered by a sort of virtual reality glasses. Their bodies are restrained, attached to the capsule in strategic places. His now halfway drugged brain cannot entirely process what's happening, but he can see how the three men's nipples have similar suction caps attached. Their asses seem to be pumped non-stop and their cocks are attached to milking contraptions that do not seem to stop their jerking motion.

"These men," Bréanainn continues, "are being reconditioned as we speak. All of them disobedient rogue agents such as yourself."

Aldous tries to look at his former boss in the eyes, but everything seems so blurry now.

"Go on to sleep, darling," Bréanainn says as Doctor Prott brings Aldous in his own re-conditioning capsule, "When you wake up, the world will look like a much better place."

The last thing Aldous consciously notices is how he's placed in the chamber. Then the whole world goes black.

 

 

To be continued...

 

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"Chapter 2: New assistants"

 

 

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