Clinical Trial in Submission Ch. 03

Jerry soon shouted "Fuck yeah!" and started spewing watery white cum all over the boy's mouth and face. Sure enough, as soon as Jerry started cumming, Ed blasted his thicker, creamier looking load directly into the waiting mouth, directing it all where he wanted it.

The boy gulped and swallowed, using his tongue to chase any he could reach and smiling with meek appreciation. Then the boy pumped his own cock and quickly came again, unleashing another decent amount of jizz as the men obscenely rubbed their wet softening dicks on the boy's face, feeding him spilled cum off their cocks and finally stuffing their cocks back in his mouth one at a time to be licked clean.

When they were finished, Ed unstrapped the boy, who thanked them for the best sex he had in weeks. They then dismissed the boy. The two men walked slowly over to the shower, washing the sweat and evidence of sex off their bodies with steamy hot water, soap and shampoo.

I imagined them going back home to their wives with some story about having met each other for a few drinks after work. They talked loudly about their double-team fuck session while showering and drying off, then put on their robes and left without paying any attention to me.

I learned a lot today, and just not about sucking cock and the strangely pleasurable feelings while getting my ass stretched. The "doctor" was obviously running some kind of exclusive private sex club, where men paid big money to have discreet sex with "slaves" procured through the clinical trial ruse.

There were at least two levels of membership, the more premium version allowing "masters" to fuck the slaves bareback but requiring those members to have STD/HIV tests. It was definitely a form of prostitution club where the prostitutes were not exactly captives, but seemed through brainwashing or desire to be willing participants.

The stupid contracts that the captives signed would never hold up as a defense to rape, false imprisonment, or other crimes the doctor and his staff were guilty of. But exchange students and gullible young people might be fooled by what they had signed long enough for the doctor and his masters to brainwash victims into submission. Or maybe some of them had just found their calling. I couldn't tell from my minimal contact with the 'slaves," but was sure to learn more as my "training" continued.

I had learned a lot, but still had no idea how to escape. At the moment, at least, I had little choice but to just sit there, plotting various scenarios while fucking machine slowly but relentlessly stretched my sore ass.