Date: Fri, 12 Apr 2024 14:20:43 -0700 From: Sammy Subject: Dreams have consequences - Chapter 4 DISCLAIMER: While key aspects of this story are based on true events, the most graphic portions of it are complete fiction. It describes vivid sadomasochistic sexual activities between boys and adult male individuals. All true events had explicit consent of all parties involved and took place in a locality where the age of consent was 16. Please stop reading if you are underaged or if such materials offend you or if it's illegal to read such materials in the locality you live in. Chapter 4. All this while I'd felt like a frog on a dissection table, legs stretched apart. Henry had just moved closer. He had white gloves on, which could really only mean one thing: he'd be touching some part of me. It was hard for me to gauge whether Henry was just doing his job or whether he was secretly enjoying my humiliation. Either way, having him view my naked body gave me a sinking feeling. Just then, I heard the door of the clinic open and then the Dr's voice "Have we completed the intake form?". By the time he'd completed that question, he was already inside the curtain and looking at Henry, then to Brian, who handed over the clipboard to Dr. Wilson. He skimmed quickly through each page. At the end he turned to Henry, "Do you still have other volunteers you are working with or are you done?" "No one's assigned to me," Henry said, "unless you had him in mind." Henry said, tipping his head sideways towards me. "Go ahead, take him. There is one more person who is also free. Take a look at the sign-up sheet. The two of you should be able to manage on your own" The Dr. said. "Yeah, I've already talked to him and he was ok," Henry replied without bothering to look at the sheet. I began to wonder if Henry had engineered all of this. "That's settled. Given your certification, you'll lead, of course. Oh one more thing. I looked at his profile. Given his preferences, they are going to be particularly strict on documenting consent for everything you'd be doing that day. Samuel can of course decline and skip the day." The Dr. said that last bit slowly to make sure that everyone in the room had clearly heard him. "I'd like all the paperwork at the end of the following day" "OK, let's do a quick checkup and wrap up for today", the doctor seemed to be in a hurry as he moved alongside Henry. "Hand me the rectoscope". I saw Henry turn around to pick up something from the tray table Nathan had left earlier. As the device he was holding revealed itself to me, I started fidgeting. From its shape, there was only one place it was meant to go. Suddenly the "recto" in "rectoscope" hit me. It looked like an oversized syringe, but the side where the needle would typically go, was nicely rounded with a diameter of just under an inch. The whole thing was around 12 inches long and was wider, with a diameter of at least 1 1/2 inches. The wider end had a flange, just like a syringe would. It even had something looking like a plunger, with a wire that went somewhere. "Could you pass me some lube here" he'd stretched out the scope and I saw Henry squirt clear gooey liquid onto the narrower end of the scope. Although I'd shoved candles up my own hole, they were much thinner. I'd never ever had someone penetrate my hole with anything, period. And now to have this done in the presence of three boys, one a whole younger than I was, was just crazy. I felt my ears go hot, which were undoubtedly deep red like the rest of my face. "You might feel a bit of discomfort" the doctor said, just at that moment, I felt his gloved fingers on either side of my ring. Then came the feeling of wetness being smeared all around it and then directly over my hole. "Some more please" Henry would have had to squeeze by the doctor to get closer. So he moved out of where he was standing and walked over to the side near my left hip. Then he peered over my groyne to get a good look at the point where the scope met my hole. What happened next blew my mind away. With his right hand he pulled my balls upwards while squirting more of the lube. His palm touched the trunk of my penis, sending shivers down my spine. In the meantime, I felt the lube pour onto the top of my hole and then quick back and forth swipes of the scope as the doctor stopped it from dripping over the sides. Then I felt quick prods pushing a little into my hole. The probe must not have travelled too deep, but the slight widening of my hole made me flinch. The doctor seemed to collect as much of the lube and push it into the hole. Then I felt the pressure of that hard thing trying to invade my hole. "Awh..." my sound was muted, but I had moved my arse and I felt the probe slip out. "More lube..." followed by "Henry why don't you hold the sides apart. He seems to have strong muscles in there". Henry squirted even more lube. This time I felt the prods go in deeper. Then I heard the clatter of Henry putting the lube on a metal tray and he turned back towards peering over my groyne. God! I felt his fingers on either side of my hole, which sent another set of shivers down me. I felt my hole resisting his pull. I could feel its lips opening and closing like a gold fish's mouth gasping for air. Then I felt a sudden pull on either side. It felt like he was tearing my hole apart. I tried not to let out a sound thinking it would probably give him more pleasure. But I could see my penis rise up, half erect, even though he was no longer in direct contact with it. Then the coldness of the scope and then real hard pressure. This time I could actually feel the thing slowly enter my hole, little by little and with each bit, my hole got stretched further and further. Soon I felt Henry release his fingers. He picked up the lube, lifted my balls like before and squirted some more onto the scope. Then it felt as if the Doctor couldn't push more. It hurt like hell and I could feel my gut desperately push out that invading object. The doctor tried little jabs inside, pulled it out a bit and pushed it slightly harder. But no, that thing didn't budge. To my horror almost all of the scope was still sticking out. How much pain did I need to take? Did the whole thing have to go in? I was going out of my mind. "You need to relax down there. Try hard to poop" I hated that it was Henry giving advice. I'd have preferred for him to shut up and leave everything to the doctor. I gave a crap what he wanted. But the pain became even more unbearable. I could feel my arse cheeks quiver as the probe moved ever so slightly inside. I couldn't bear it any more. "Ahhhhhhhhh" I screamed. And then a sudden inward movement of scope followed by a sense of relief as the pain gradually subsided. The doctor kept the pressure and I could now see the scope going in now. Henry, in the meantime, was time-to-time squirting more of the lube. I could hear drops of lube drip onto the floor. "Unhhhhh" slipped out of my mouth, as the doctor pushed it in farther into my intestines. I screamed "Aahhhhhh" as the doctor gave a really hard final push. I could see that the flange was fully pressed to my butt. I couldn't see my hole, but just the thought of a 1 1/2 inch thing tearing its walls apart was terrible. It wasn't just the pain at my ring, I felt terrible burning inside my rectum like the way one does when getting the runs. My arse cheeks seem to be still quivering. I so wanted to shit that scope out, but the doctor was still pressing hard on the flange. As I got accustomed to my pain, I moved my eyes back to what the doctor was doing. He was peering into the scope and there was a glow of light shining back from Dr. Wilson's glasses. "Take a look Henry. Nathan, Brian come along" Dr. Wilson summoned all three to peer into the scope. One by one they came. Everytime someone left to have another look at the insides of my gut, the scope would start popping about three to four inches out. The next guy would give it a hard push, without concern to the burning inside me or how much my hole was getting torn apart. I would let out a moan every time they did it. Finally the doctor took over and I was able to excrete the scope, which popped out into his hands. There were brown streaks of my shite on it. "Henry! So what's your analysis?" The doctor asked, looking at him. "He has no polyps, hernia, haemorrhoids, lesions or any internal bleeding in his rectum. His anus is relatively free of any visual signs of disease. We'll know for sure when we take tests tomorrow and possibly clear him for the research." Henry responded like a medical student would do. "Any objections?" Now the doctor was looking at the other two. Both Nathan and Brian said no almost at the same time. "That's that then. You're free to go. But Henry needs to do tests tomorrow at 4:30" the Doctor was addressing me. My legs were being freed by Henry and the bed was simultaneously rearranging to its normal position. As I was getting down, Henry handed me a bunch of wet napkins. "Here, clean your hole. It's got some shite stuck there" I took one, parted my knees to get my hand from under my balls to clean my hole. The moment I pushed it on my ring, I jumped and almost fell over. It stung like mad. All three chuckled. The Doctor wasn't there to see what Henry had done. The napkins were soaked in alcohol, not water. My hole had been so stretched earlier, that the skin out there was terribly raw. And like an idiot I'd pressed the napkin hard squeezing most of the alcohol over that sensitive skin. Henry handed me a waste bin where I chucked the napkin into. It was indeed stained. "You need to use all of those" Henry tipped his head, his eyes directed at the bunch of napkins in my other hand. "Why don't you bend over? I'll sort it out for you". I could see a hint of a smile on his stupid face. "Thanks, I can manage," I told him somewhat sternly. I took the second one, but this time I was careful. It still stung in places. Suddenly I found the napkins taken out of my hand. Henry's hand had gripped my shoulder. I was swung around and pushed down until my butt was pointed upwards. Henry went behind me and parted my legs. "I don't want you to get an infection before tomorrow. You can't be a sissy about this" At almost the same time, I found a folded soaking napkin pressed onto my hole. "Aaaah" I screamed. It felt brutal and I felt violated because I could feel Henry's fingers through the napkin. He had pushed them sufficiently inside to have parted my hole. And that newly exposed skin seemed to be the most raw. After a few squeezes, he chucked it into the bin. But a new one was placed, unfolded. I could now feel him middle finger quite clearly enter my hole. This time it went deeper. "Aaaaaawwwwww" The stinging was unbearable as he kept turning his finger back and forth as if he was cleaning the neck of a bottle. Multiple rounds of this went on until all napkins were disposed of. There were no more yellow streaks and the effect of the alcohol diminished with each new napkin. A tap on my shoulder and "You're all clean", prompted me to stand up, the stinging still there everytime the lips of my hole rubbed together. Henry said I was to return tomorrow, to which I sheepishly answered "Ok". His eyes were directed below at my half erect dick. He smiled. I was still shell shocked at what Henry had done to me, as I pulled up my underwear, hurriedly put on the rest of my clothes and darted out. I avoided eye contact with him. That night I had a dream. It started with loud screams. I saw someone lying in a bed spread eagled and face down. I could see it was a guy. The tip of his uncut penis was under him, barely sticking out between his legs. Henry didn't seem to notice me standing behind him and was struggling to force a large rectoscope into the dude's hole. What would have otherwise been dark wrinkled skin around the dude's hole was now a taut angry red band desperately clutching the 2 1/2 inch wide glass tube. The tube was winning. I noticed that the dude's stretched ring was lined with blood and to my horror I noticed small spikes lining the entire glass tube. Drops of blood were rolling down the ring and dripping onto the floor. Each time Henry twisted the tube to push it in more, the dude raised his head and let out screams that filled the whole room. Strangely my own mouth seemed to be contorted and the screams seemed to be filling my entire head. I felt wet. I was involuntarily leaking from my hole. Then intense pain hit me all at once. It suddenly dawned on me that the dude on that bed had been me all along and I had disembodied for a bit due to maddening pain. I woke up sweating and found precum oozing out. Thankfully I'd slept on my back. I had saved my cum for tomorrow just in case one of the tests accidentally made me shoot. I was secretly hoping to have Henry watch me do it. ********* THURSDAY 3:45 pm ********* As soon as class was over, I bolted down the stairs towards the clinic. I was supposed to be there at 4:30, so I'd have to wait patiently. I was a bit anxious. What if I failed the tests? No sex meant no STDs, but I could still have other infections. I found a spot by a tree that was far enough from the door of the building. It'd be hard to see me unless they were looking intently in my direction, but I could see who was going in or out. I was dying to know who would be the other guy conducting the research on me. Damn! No one had gone in for over 10 whole minutes. I felt like an idiot. Then suddenly I spotted Jason and Nathan walking towards the door. So the other volunteer who'd be on my case had to be one of them. In fact it had to be Jason! Cause otherwise Nathan would have said something yesterday. I waited for a few minutes so they'd be inside the clinic. It was just 4 pm, but what the heck, I'd have more time to be naked under Jason's eyes. I quickly walked up to the building doors and sprinted down the long narrow dark hallway. Just about where the stairs began I was stopped in my tracks by a loud thud followed by clattering. I found my heart pounding inside my chest. The loud noise had come from the bathroom nearby. All my life I'd lived by a cemetery. Dark hallways and loud clamouring noises spooked the hell out of me. The bathroom door was closed. Then I heard a few more light thudding sounds and the sound of flushing. Relief! Someone inside must have just dropped a stool by accident. I made my way up the stairs, slowly this time. The clinic door was cracked open, so I pushed it in hoping to see Jason and Nahtan at least. BUT ... no one was inside. Suddenly "Hey Samuel, you're here early!". I hadn't even heard Henry sneak right behind me. "Take off your clothes by the chair and lie on the bed." "Uhh... shouldn't we be waiting for the other volunteer?" I asked half heartedly. Before I could turn around, I felt a hand grasping my neck and I was pushed forward and bent down. I thought I was going to hit the ground and my hands flew out to brace for the fall. His grip over my neck was firm though. I found myself walking towards the chair by the clinic's bed and I somehow got a hold of the chair's backrest while Henry still pressed my neck down. "I hear there's a lad who luuuuves having his clothes ripped off by lots of other boys. He'd do anything for them to torment his skinny bum and the worm that dangles between his legs. Sounds familiar boy?" He was shaking my neck to get my response. I wanted to scream "that's me you're talking about". But I didn't. "Yeah, yeah, I read all about it. Does that sound like you, boy?" My hands were now beginning to strain on the back rest. But I couldn't find the courage to say yes. "Liked being poked and prodded down there? Yeah?" It was now or never. The real reason for my anger towards Henry all the while had been about him blabbing about in the open. Paradoxically, I wanted to be humiliated and tortured in front of others. But those others had to be boys and those boys had to have lots of pleasure doing all those things to me. Not someone who'd flee from anything remotely standing in for "homo". The dream from yesterday flashed before my eyes. Henry, the spiky rectoscope and my screams, all of it. It was now or never. "Yeah" I barely mumbled. "What is it you said? Louder please" "Yes" I said loud enough for anyone near the clinic door to hear. That one word finally set in motion, something I could only dream of. "You want it as part of the research, Yeah? And you want it from me, Yeah?" Henry pushed my neck harder each time. "Yes" "Yes, what?" Did he want me to repeat everything he just said? Whatever. "Yes, I want it here and from you" "What do you say after that?" What did he want me to say? "Huh?" I responded. "Didn't want to hear that. What do you call me?" more pressure on my neck. The thoughts of Henry and the dream had my dick straining hard against my pants. Suddenly it dawned on me. "Sir!" "No, you call me Master, Yeah?" "Yes master!" "I don't want to kill you. You understand?" I wasn't sure where he was going with it. "But I want you to cry like a baby. So what will be your stop word, boy?" "Uhhh .. dunno what your saying" Henry pushed me harder again "`Master, please could you explain what it means?' You understand boy?" "Yes master! Please could you help me understand, master?" "I'm going to give you lots of pain, boy. All over. But I want you to feel the pain. Not conk off or die. You get it boy? Before it gets to that, you'll shout a special word. Let's keep it simple. Shout the word `STOP'" Was he asking me to shout stop? "Master, please STOP" More pressure. My hands were beginning to hurt. "Did I ask you to shout three words or one, boy?" "Only one, master" "So shout it out, boy. Let's hear it" "STOP" I was frightened. I hope I did it right this time. "That's a good boy. You'll find yourself saying it many times but only after you've cried your eyes out. Of course ..." pause "you could always drop out from the research and miss out on all the fun. Want that, boy?" "No master, I'll like to stay in the research" "The research requires us to log everything we do and take measurements and samples as you go about your twisted sexual activities. But what you do to get your rocks off is up to you. You get that, boy?" "Yes, Master" "You'll have to sign the bottom of this page" He produced a folded paper and pen from his pocket and threw them on the chair. He was still holding me down with his other hand. I let my right hand loose and unfolded the paper. At the top there was bold lettering which explained that at any time during research sessions, I could use the stop word and everyone would need to drop everything. There was a box where I had to write the stop word. I wrote mine down. The rest outlined what I had already told them earlier about the level of pain and all. But there were details. It authorised research volunteers to strip me anytime they wanted. They could be rough. They would confine their sadomasochistic activities to the area between the top and bottom of my underwear, nothing above my hip and nothing below midway between my knees and my groyne. But it also authorised me to be restrained as they saw fit. I could have welts and bleeding but they'd make sure no bones were broken or that there was no permanent damage. They were authorised to perform sex acts on me, oral and anal. At the bottom there was my name, today's date and my research number they had assigned me and the box where I signed. "Hand it over". He let go of me, folded it and put it back in his pocket. I started to stand up. But the grip on the neck got me back to being bent over the chair holding its arms. "Did I ask you to move?" "No master!" It happened very quickly! I saw movement, which turned out to be his hand swinging below me. The next thing I felt was his fingers grabbing my crotch through my pants. He had discovered my full blown erection! "What have we here? I knew what you were the moment I slammed your balls on the field". His hand then moved to my belt buckle which he quickly undid, then went on to unbutton my fly, his hands periodically pressing my hard-on. With one swipe my pants and underwear got pulled down. My dick slapped my stomach after having been momentarily snagged by my underwear. Then I saw his fingers curl around my penis. "Don't think you'll need this. We'll replace it with a pussy, Yeah?" I was scared. I had assumed no damage. But then I reassured myself that Henry was just joking. He yanked me to stand up and turned me around. With a quick swipe he grabbed my dick and pulled me to the table. I knew what I had to do. As I started climbing over, I heard the clinic door open. "Hiya" .. that was a familiar male voice. By the time the dude popped in past the green curtain, I knew it was Jason. So Jason was indeed the second research volunteer. I wondered why it had taken him so long to get to the clinic. "Looks like you've already started without me" Henry started filling him in "So 142 is exactly what we thought. The worthless piece of shite signed off his pitiful body away for every bit of torture we planned yesterday." 142? Oh wait! I vaguely recognized it to be the last digits of my research number. "Good to hear! Knew his perverted mind couldn't resist my fingers the other day". I had misread Jason entirely. He was in the thick of it with Henry and they both wanted to humiliate me. Jason said with a smirk as he strapped in my legs and got the bed into position again. But he proceeded to do something different this time. I found him taking two leather straps fixed to either side of the bed and buckled it loosely over my belly button. He stood on something making him a foot taller and then he placed his hands into my arm pits, and scooted me upwards. The strap was just over my public hair now. He got down and tightened it pretty hard. Then there was another strap over my chest which was also tightened to a point I could breathe but not move my body. I felt Jason take my hand and next my wrists were secured on the side of the bed. I thought that would be all. There was a strap looped round just below my knee. And then it was clipped into a post that stuck out from the left side of the bed. My right leg followed suit. By the time Jason had adjusted the posts, both my legs were spread out enough to make my butt bones uncomfortable, but not hurt. But to my horror, I was absolutely immobile. Henry had been preparing a tray full of things which he now wheeled into the space near my left thigh. He peeled off something and when he turned around I found him holding a q-tip. He swiftly brought it towards my hole. Next I felt the ball of the q-tip circling the ring of my anus. I can't explain it exactly, but it might have been the sensation of the cotton rolling on my hole's ring. It caused me to pull my hole in and push it out several times, like a goldfish's mouth, every time the q-tip got stuck on a fold. He circled several times with slow deliberate pressure. The q-tip was probably causing me skin burns. It got me squirming even more, but finally he took it off. Jason had opened the cap of a small narrow tube with just enough length of the q-tip to go fully in. At the bottom of the tube I could see liquid. He seemed to stir the q-tip in the tube for a bit. Then Nathan took it off Henry's hands and closed the tube and set it aside. Then I saw Henry pick up a really long q-tip. It must have been at least 10 inches. I braced thinking there was more burning again. Once again I saw it touch my hole. The pressure was much less, but this time I felt it enter my hole. Henry slowly wiggled it to and fro while gently pushing it. Soon it was invading my gut. I tried to close my hole in, but it did nothing. Soon the q-tip's white stalk had disappeared almost entirely into me. When the tip was pulled out, I could see it was stained yellowish brown. He plopped the cotton end into a different tube, broke off the stalk that popped out and closed the cap. Jason took the tube and stuck it into a test tube stand. I saw Henry throw away his gloves and get new ones on. I saw with horror, Henry's left hand picked up my penis. Due to all the discomfort earlier, it had flopped to the side, still around 5" but not at all erect. The very first fingers to touch my fully exposed dick happened to be the index and thumb of Henry's left hand. The humiliation was visceral. But it was only going to get worse. They ended up firmly holding the crown. Next I felt him pulling my foreskin down towards the base of my penis. The small pink lips followed by the bulk of my pink fleshy knob came into view. Henry tugged hard down on my foreskin all the way down and despite the obvious pain he was causing me, he was continuing to tug harder. My penis did something that made it even worse. I was dumbfounded to see it becoming hard again, right in front of me. That had the added effect of causing my foreskin to stretch even more. "Owwww" I screamed. I tried to pull my knees together to stop the onslaught. But the straps held me back. Jason produced another small q-tip. I could see how badly my penis was being stretched. Even though my penis was pointed toward me, the knob had literally popped out and was bent towards Henry. There was a thin sliver of foreskin that met the knob close to where my pee slits joined. I'd later find out that the thin bridge of skin was called the frenulum. For me it was one of the most sensitive parts of my penis. It was stretched so thin that it caused my knob to sport two bulbous mounds, one on either side of that stretched skin. The crown of the knob was much more pronounced and a ridge had developed surrounding it. My penis head now looked like a mushroom whose stalk was bent, but its head was sharply tilted pointing towards the Sun. I couldn't see it anymore and shut my eyes tight. My mouth was open as if it was letting out a never ending scream but without any sound. I felt the tip of the q-tip hit a spot in the fold between the crown and my foreskin. With deliberate flicks and twirls, the q-tip moved through the entire ridge. From time to time, Henry would scrape white specs off the top of a tube held out by Nathan, still keeping that nasty pressure on my foreskin. I briefly opened my eyes, just to see Henry prod the q-tip right under the frenulum and then he did a few slow twirls. After he scraped some more stuff out, he prodded the other side of the bridge, digging it as much as possible, before slowly twirling it. "Aaaaaa....." He switched sides a couple more times. Tears had begun welling up. It wasn't just the pain, but the fact that my first experience of someone holding my penis in the raw would be with Henry, seemed just wrong. I opened my eyes to see if my foreskin had started bleeding or something. There was a monstrous erection. Only it wasn't mine. My line of sight didn't end at my tortured dick. The bulge in Henry's pants was so pronounced, I felt he was probably not wearing underwear at all. The clear outline of his dick had swung to the right of his fly. His dick swung to his left, just like mine. My own erection now started to strain even more. "Awwww...." Henry had jabbed the cotton tip into the frenulum to dislodge a few last flecks. Through all that, my eyes never left Henry's bulge. Finally Henry let go of my dick. It slapped my stomach and lay there. Jason took the q-tip over from Henry and carefully pushed those flecks deeper in the tube, stirred it like before and closed it and placed it on the tray with the other labelled tubes. But almost immediately he handed yet another q-tip to Henry and held out this new tube. What now? Henry's fingers returned back to my knob. I braced for the tug on my foreskin again. But to my surprise, the tug on my foreskin being pulled down was light. Henry was lightly dabbing the q-tip on the lips of my pee slit. It was over before I knew it. That tube went away. But another one was produced. This was at least 15 cm long. Henry grabbed my penis, but this time I felt the q-tip parting the lips of my pee-slit. Then more pressure... Oh God.... Oh God ....No! The thing was being coerced with small wiggles deeper and deeper into the head. "Awwwwwwwwwwww ..... " The prolonged scream was more in fear of the pain I was about to endure than what pain I was feeling at that moment. But Henry kept the pressure up. It must have been an inch inside. But he kept pushing it in. By the time it had settled, there was barely enough for Henry to hold it. The q-tip had penetrated through the entirety of my shaft. Just looking at how much had entered me, I panicked.I tried to free myself, but I just couldn't. Then the intense burning went multiple notches up. Twirl after twirl Henry continued, first clockwise then anti-clockwise. I lost count, but it felt as if there was a drill bit gutting my pee hole. Tears involuntarily rolled down my cheeks. Those good 10 seconds that felt like hours. The fire in my dick was maddening. I was straining hard against the straps. "Haaaaaaaa" The q-tip was slowly pulled out. It felt like a stick coated with sand being pulled out from my pee hole. There was surely blood coming out. But when the q-tip's head popped out of my sore pee slit, it hadn't changed colour. Once it was completely out, I badly wanted to get my fingers on my pee-slit, glans the shaft of my penis ... actually everywhere and just rub the heck out of it. But I could tell that the burning was already beginning to subside. Then Jason did something and the bed whirred in a way that lifted it up and titled it enough that I was literally hanging off it. My dick had flopped downwards towards the floor. What I saw next in Henry's hand, made me want to jump out of the bed. It was a long tube that he was pushing through my pee-hole. But... it seemed to glide in. It might have been lubed. Just as I was beginning to get comfortable, it hit something. "Ohhhh" popped out out of my mouth, but that feeling passed away. "That was his prostate. The poor thing...what suffering awaits it" Henry chuckled. The tube was going in .. and in. Finally there was just a little of it hanging out. Jason produced a small orange container and unscrewed it. Henry held it close to the end of the tip of the tube and pulled out a thinner tube that was inside. To my horror I saw yellow liquid coming out of the tube into the orange container. Henry and Jason were watching my humiliation as my urine filled the container. A cap was applied on the tube and Henry began pulling it out. It once again did that weird thing in between when it hit what must have been my prostate. But it was finally out. Henry lay the container on the stand, but now had some sort of ring with wires coming out of it. From my position I saw him stretch out one ring on the tips of all his fingers. He grabbed my balls and let the band roll over my balls. It hurt a bit when the band snapped into place. I found that there was another small band that parted my balls and I felt something cold. A wire was dangling from the bottom. Then he picked up a second ring which snapped into the wedge into the crown of my penis. I felt a cold thing right on top of the mounds of my glans and a wire coming from that part. Jason bent down and picked up the ends of the two wires and pushed it into the box. My eyes widened with fear! I'd never been electrocuted. "Please not that, please!!! Don't do this to me!" "I didn't hear a stop word, did you Jason?" "No! And the piece of shit didn't bother addressing you either" Jason had a sick smile on his face. "Master! Master! Please don't do that!" "Hmmm.... He wants it!" and with that Jason clicked a switch in the box" I closed my eyes thinking how much it would hurt, but all I felt was slowly vibrating feeling that started like a tickle but then increased gradually in intensity.... Oh, that was becoming painful. My knob began hurting as if it had been stretched to the point of breaking! "Aaaahhhhhh! You're killing me!" Then suddenly it stopped. Then after a pause, I felt the tickle again which increased back to where I was pleading again! I felt funny in my groyne. With each wave they subjected me to, I began having the urge to cum. Henry had a beaker and was holding my pee slit a bit inside. All of a sudden squirt after squirt of my ejaculate streamed into the beaker lining the walls of it and pooling into the bottom. The jets kept coming and the waves kept getting more unbearable with every spurt. I might have squirted at least 10 to 12 times in my orgasm. Each subsequent burst became less and less intense. Eventually my pee slit was producing just a few drops at every wave! Henry was flicking drops that were stuck on my knob into the beaker. I'd held my breath all through my orgasm. When I let it out it came out as a loud scream "Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa". Jason had still kept the electrocution going. I could see drops straining to pop out of my pee slit now. Henry squeezed my knob hard to get them out. But beyond a point, nothing materialised. Seeing that, Jason turned off the machine. The beaker had white globs and streaks of my cum. I was exhausted. I felt as if I was going to faint. The pain in my groyne was excruciating. Surprisingly not because of the electrocution. I hadn't cum for days and this was by 10 fold the most intense orgasm I'd had in my life. I felt like someone had punched me hard in the balls. "Works every time!!" Fuck you! I mentally said to Henry. I hated for him to see me at my most vulnerable moment. He would have seen how I pulled in my stomach as I neared orgasm. The way I had closed my eyes and moved my head to the side. The quivering of my thighs with sweat glistening off them. My balls getting pulled in at climax, ..my chest expanding to hold my breath. And then the first drop of cum trickling out of my exposed pee hole rolling off my knob and the tick sound it made as it hit the floor of the beaker. Then the first streams of full-blooded ejaculate making a spurring sound as it hit the walls of the beaker. The color of my cum and the quantity I'd produced, which Henry had already condemned as pitiful. The way I moaned and convulsed with my release. I felt utterly humiliated! I'd always dreamed of cumming in front of someone. But now knowing that Henry was privy to all those visual and audio effects of my first public ejaculation, it made me cringe in so many different ways. Jason began unbuckling all the straps. It was now over. That night, despite the pain in my balls, I tried to relive all those horrifying moments. I daydreamed of Henry with a bigger box and turning a control knob that made the wave more severe every time he turned it, with me screaming as I came into the beaker. I felt myself convulse on the bed. My balls hurt like hell as that happened. When the convulsions died down a strange reality dawned upon me. There was no wetness on the blanket. I rolled my fingers over the tip of my foreskin. Nothing! It had been my first ever dry ejaculation after years! I closed my eyes and drifted out to sleep. To be continued...