Author's note: A number of readers who are enjoying this story have written (Thank you!) and asked about how to find my previous story "Getting in Shape" it is also on the Nifty Authoritarian section, just scroll back to Feb. 3, 2003 and you'll find it. Now, on with our story...
I had a brief reprieve when the telephone rang - what kind of a weirdo gets calls in the middle of the night I wondered. I also wondered if it even still was the middle of the night. Perhaps it was morning and I couldn't tell because of the heavy curtains that were hiding my prison from any passersby.
I lay there trying unsuccessfully to hear him on the phone and more troubling thoughts occurred to me--as if I needed anymore. First of all, I realized that he had mentioned that 'he'd never failed to attain an erection before' the implications of that slowly dawned on me - I was just one of many who had found himself captured, probably in this very room. Why hadn't anyone put a stop to him by now? Had he somehow silenced them by blackmail? harming them? It was too awful to think about. The second thought that I'd been too overwhelmed to consider were the pictures - had I actually already had a penis in my mouth? My full body shuddered as I wondered at what lay both behind me and before me. Before I had the chance to process either question, the mad professor re-entered the room.
I had never paid that much attention to his appearance before, but I studied him as he fixed himself a drink. He was probably in his early forties, about my height - six feet tall and was in fairly decent shape for a college professor. I was trying to determine how easily I could take him if I somehow managed to get loose. He looked as though he might work out, it was hard to tell, he was wearing some kind of a lounging robe, so far I had not been subjected to having to see his dick, except in pictures. I figured that even if he was in good shape from working out, I would still have the advantage of age if it came to a physical struggle.
"So, what are you contemplating, Mr. Thompson? Are you in discomfort? Have you learned your lesson sufficiently for me to remove the controlling device from your handsome chest?" I nodded vigorously - having no idea what I was in for. "After all, I may want to have access to those nipples myself!" He crossed the room and as badly as the clamps had already tortured me, I could never have imagined the pain that exploded when he removed them. I screamed in agony into my underwear. Hutchinson just maddeningly chuckled to himself, and then began to massage my chest, which actually did help me to feel a little better.
"All right, we have wasted enough time, Mr. Thompson, I cannot wait another moment to play with your erect male organ!" And with that he picked up the leather strap looking thing that had been lying on my stomach and began to wrap it first around my dick and then around my cock and balls both. I couldn't see or tell what he was doing, but could feel him tightening the leather uncomfortably around me. Frightened as I was, I unfortunately could not mistake the first stirrings of arousal - entirely against my will! This didn't count! It was only the pressure that was producing the results he wanted! Next he reached into his bag and came at my nose with some kind of a strong smelling capsule - I had no idea what he was up to with it, but felt a kind of warm sensation sweep over me and felt my resistance to him dissipating, I felt somewhat sleepy and relaxed, and a sort of increased sensitivity in my dick. Was he drugging me again?
"This is my three-step, failproof procedure to produce arousal, are you ready for step three?" And before I could respond, I felt, for the first time in my life, a man's mouth on my private parts. Entirely against my wishes, I also felt my cock began to expand and lengthen. Damn him! He had won the second round. But the thing that made me even more furious, was how great it felt...What the hell was happening to me?...
to be continued