Subject 087

David Harley, now known solely as the number 087, had joined the facility after receiving an invitation from his email months prior. He knew the terms, and consented to everything that was to come.

At 25 years old, he had been a well-respected subject of the facility since his arrival, and had been overall very successful in his required examinations. However, as he’d learned today from last week's experiment, he did not perform as well as usual due to a mishap where he came too early after a sounding examination while strapped down to a chair. Due to that unfortunately lax of sexual control, Subject 087 was currently being led by two admins holding him by his arms, forcing him to walk in a way to expose his chastity device containing his cock due to the failed experiment. He would soon find out that he will be facing much more embarrassing moments today than anticipated. 

The admins, with David centered between them, stopped at the front of what was clearly labeled at the door as “Director’s Office” One of the admins knocked at the door, and without any hesitation the words “come in” came from the other side of the door. The admin who knocked proceeded to open the door and with the help of the other admin, ushered 087 inside to face his punishment. 

Inside of the office that Subject 087 and the admins entered, David could see the walls were lined with picture frames containing not statues, but ‘treasured subjects’ clad in gold latex and bound in a manner that displayed them as statuesque. Reaching their destination within the room, David saw the Director for the first time. He was standing near his desk, clad in a black latex outfit of his own while wearing a white lab coat. His hair, the color of sand, was spiky at the top and came to near the bottom as a ponytail. His eyes were lavender colored with glasses perched on his nose. It gave him a deceiving charm to his appearance, as David would soon come to find out. 

“Oh, there he is,” replied the Director, “Number 087, I apologize for this abrupt meeting, but I wanted to introduce myself. I am the director who is responsible for the creation of this facility, and for today, even though this may seem harsh, I’ll be personally conducting your punishment.“ 

The words sent a slight shiver down David’s spine; not only was he receiving his punishment, but he would be receiving it by the Director himself. 

“I…” The subject started.

“No need to say anything right now 087, as you won’t need to speak while I conduct your punishment.” The Director brushed him off. He spoke calmly, not at all like he was angry, and his calm nature only made David more nervous. The Director gestured to one of the admins to grab some bondage items as the other admin grabbed both of David’s arms and made him crouch down onto the floor. 

“Director, sir. Please, I’m sor–” 

“Hush now, 087. I said that there'll be no need for speaking. Admins, if you please.” The director said, with a smile.

The second admin returned with the items he was instructed to grab. In the stash of bondage equipment the admin grabbed, there was: a straight jacket with an exposed chest area (meant originally for a female), a leather leg binder that would go up to near David’s crotch area, a leather blindfold, noise canceling headphones, a black ball gag with a flexible penis like protrusion, ear plugs, and finally a black leather hood. David, just from seeing all the items brought forth, knew that he was gonna be in for a long punishment. He didn’t know what or how it was gonna be conducted, but just from what bondage he saw, he knew he wasn’t going to like what will happen next. 

“Now,” replied the admin, “Put your arms out in front of yourself, and let’s get on with your punishment shall we.” 

David knew there was no avoiding this, so he nervously reached out his arms to receive the first form of bondage. The sleeves for the leather straight jacket covered his arms with ease, and with the style of the straight jacket, his chest was fully exposed to be teased with - or in this case to be used to punish him in some capacity.

Granted, David's uniform was already in a similar style to the straitjacket with parts of his chest already exposed, however, he knew that this time,he would not like what was to come. The admins paid no mind to David’s concern however as they tugged at his arms to lock them in place where they’d be crossed. The front of his arms would also be locked in place due to a further restraint located at the front of the straight jacket, wrapping in the middle over his already bound arms.

The admins furled tightly the last restraint of the straitjacket and placed locks on each buckle.

“Could you bind 087’s legs next?” The Director leaned on his desk, casually, as if talking about the weather, and not like he was about to dish out a punishment to one of his subjects.

Without any hesitation, the admins grabbed the leather leg binder as instructed. They seemed to know what they were going to be tasked with even before the Director said so. 

He must be saying all this out loud just to show what kind of situation I’m gonna be in. David thought to himself. The Director can probably already sense my nervousness. 

As if reading his thoughts, the Director began to walk over to him with the leg binding almost completed. 

“You must think that I’m toying with you by commanding my fellow admins on what they should do to you next.” He replied “Well I am, after all, conducting your punishment, and I’m gonna make sure you know what kind of predicament you're in for.” 

“Now.” the Director grabbed onto the penis shafted ball gag. “Open up Number 087,” he said, almost addressing him in a sadistic manner. 

David, knowing he can’t fight this situation, reluctantly complied to have the penis shafted ball gag slid down into his mouth. 

“Uummpph…” David let out an uncomfortable moan. 

“Excellent!” The Director said, sliding two fingers across 087’s lips to touch the tip of the ball gag. “And now, let’s cover up those pretty eyes of yours.”

 David, not wanting the punishment to happen, murmured whatever he could through his gag. “Pphese, ul bmm gmmm.”

“Oh I know you will, 087, but you have to learn from your mistake last week. Now, say goodbye to the light.” 

“Nmmhhh!” 

The blindfold suddenly engulfed David in total darkness, he couldn’t see, nor could he move. He was utterly helpless under the Director's watchful gaze. 

“Let’s put you into checkmate, my little pawn, for you have lost this game.” 

“Mmpphh?” David replied. He was surprised by the sudden switch in the Director's tone and use of wording. His calm but stern demeanor changed to someone who was a bit agitated. It was also odd that he addressed 087 as “my little pawn” and used the word “checkmate”. David’s mind wondered how the director learned that he was really into the game of chess. He didn’t remember filling that out in the entry form for the Facility, and he had only played a couple of times with other subjects during their downtime. Did he learn of this recently? Pr has he known this since David joined the facility.

The Director then stated ”Now, since this game of chess has ended, my failure of a pawn, we need to start a new game. Pawns, however, don't need to hear what’s going on, so let’s fix that shall we?” 

As soon as the Director finished his sentence, he plugged the ear plus into David’s ears. All David could hear now were just a bunch of mumbling - almost incoherent words from the Director. 

N̵҉̾͞͡o҉̌͗̀w҉͌̄ͦ; l̶҉̍̈́̅e̵͝͞t҉̷҉͛̌s҉ͯ̌ m̴̵҉̸͗͌a҉̂̃̑k҉̴̶̾e̵͝͞ s҉̑ͯ̌ur҉҉e ȳo҉u c̶҉̵͑̑a҉̂̃̑t҉̷҉͛̌͊h̷ea҉r҉҉ a҉̂̃̑n̸͐̈́y̸̵t҉҉hi҉̑ͧ̅n̸g m҉y l̶҉̍̈́̅i҉̑ͧ̅t҉̷҉͛̌͊t҉̷҉͛̌͊l̶҉e pa҉w҉ͦn̸͐̈́

As if the director knew he could still hear some, David felt the pair of silencing headphones cup against his ears. David was now in complete and utter sensory deprivation.

“Now my pawn; let’s start out our new game shall we?” 

Even though David couldn’t comprehend or know what the director was saying; he could feel his chastity device being unlocked and discarded, leaving his thick exposed penis in full view of the Director.

David started to become a little embarrassed as he let out a confused murmur. 

“Mmh mmph?”

 “Now, now, my subject, you need to gambit more with this new game of ours, and I’ll be setting the stakes whether you understand it or not.” The director said, smiling, and rubbing his hands together. 

“Now if you don’t cum for me within the next few hours, I shall concede defeat and give you a reward in your next experiment. However, shall you cum before then, I’ll have a mandatory order to always keep you gagged and blindfolded while you’re here. Do you agree with the stakes?” He was speaking out loud mostly for himself, since Subject 087 couldn’t hear him, nor could he respond.

“You’ll find out if you won this new game of ours or not, my pawn.” 

David’s mind was racing from the anticipation for what was to come. He didn’t know what The Director planned to do to him. but he was sure it wasn’t going to be good. 

“Mmmmph?!”

David yelped as he suddenly felt the director moving his hand up and down his cock.

He suddenly realized what was going on; he was going to be edged with no clear signs of when it would stop. All he could do was moan through his gag of the constant overstimulation of his penile glands as he kneeled bound.

“Ah, what a wonderful reaction.” The Director said, continuing his slow torment. He was a man of reason, and loved to study his subjects deeply and personally. He was also patient to a fault, and could keep this up for as long as his research needed.

Moaning and moaning, it had felt like days had gone. Still, all he could do was moan out his discomfort as he kneeled bound in the straitjacket and leg binder, with his senses of sight, speech, and hearing all taken away from him. He felt himself going mad with how painfully stiff his cock had been. 

“I wonder how long it will take?” The Director mused, fondling 087’s balls with his other latexed hand. “A few minutes? An hour? Oh, I’m excited just thinking about it.” His own hard-on went untouched under his lab coat.

Minutes passed, then one hour, then two. The Director continued to try and make 087 cum with now his painfully red and stiff cock. All he had seen was the tiniest bit of pre-cum, but the subject was nowhere close to ejaculating. 

Exhausted from the constant stroking and prodding, he stopped for a minute, giving a moment of reprise to the subject he’d been punishing.

“I’m impressed, my little pawn, perhaps you are worthy of being a king of this game.” The Director smirked, wiping a bit of sweat from his brow. Still, he knew 087 couldn’t hear him, he at least wanted to say it out loud to congratulate how hard he is without the slightest sign of cumming.

Looking closer at 087’s red hard cock, the Director began to notice something, namely, how prominent his urethra was. His lips curled, reasoning that perhaps the reason his subject hasn’t cum is that he is unable to without direct stimulation of his urethra. 

”Well aren’t you quite a unique specimen, maybe I shall reward you with something you’re bound to enjoy in your next examination.” The Director moved to take off 087’s noise canceling headphones. “For now, however, this will have to do to finish your punishment.”

David could finally hear somewhat again, but that was short lived as the Director placed a thick leather bondage hood over his subject’s head.

“Mmmmggghh…!” David’s muffled cries were stifled from the hood covering the entirety of his head. 

The Director turned, snapping his fingers. One of the admins promptly lifted Subject 087 over his shoulder, as he carried him out of the office. “I’ll be seeing you tomorrow my little pawn, I’ll have something special that you’ll be bound to enjoy.”