The Facility - Chapter One (Part 2)

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Gray was barely paying attention to the voice of the guard leading him back to his room.

“Once you are left alone you may remove your gag. You will be notified of dinner when the time arises.” The guard instructed.

Gray still wore the penis gag as he lazily stepped into the room and flopped onto the bed. The guard seemed to let out a chuckle as he closed the door and left. Gray let out a moan as the penis gag was removed, coated in his saliva. He had to work his mouth for a bit after 2 hours of wearing it, but the pain only made him smile from the memory.

“Holy shit…” He breathed. That was amazing. The best time he’d ever had. Gray had previously relied on boyfriends to sloppily tie him up, or amateurs putting only one strip of tape over his mouth instead of really pushing him the way he wanted to be pushed. The facility had granted him exactly what he desired. He could only sit and fantasize about what they were going to do to him next. With that, he decided to look around his living quarters for a moment.

The room was…basic. Dark walls, tile flooring, a single bed in the corner, a nightstand with a lamp that was already on, and a desk on the opposite side of the room. There was an attached bathroom near the back of the room. It was small, and didn’t have any windows, but that only made it seem cozy to Gray. The subjects could request anything they wanted to be brought to the room, like books, board games, or even portable gaming consoles, he just hadn’t had the chance to make such requests yet.

“I’m really doing this…” Gray whispered to himself, kind of in awe at his own bravery (or horniness) bringing him to this place. How long was he going to stay here? He didn’t really have anyone that would miss him that much. His job didn’t seem to care about him suddenly quitting. Anyone else who might ask questions would hear from him whenever he felt like reaching out - the facility did allow for contact to be made with the outside once a week. It should’ve felt sketchy, creepy even, but Gray was absolutely buzzing with excitement at the idea of what was going to happen to him next.

A soft knock to his door startled him a bit. He made the move to get up and opened the door, surprised to see a guy a bit younger than him standing there with the numbers ‘113’ shown on the chest of his latex suit.

“Oh, so you’re 23, huh? You’re pretty cute.” The man said. He was a little shorter than Gray, with curly blond hair  and a mischievous look in his eye.

“Hi, yeah, I guess I am.” Gray nervously scratched at the back of his neck. “And you’re Subject 113, yeah?”

Subject 113 smiled. “So observant,” he teased. “Yep, that’s me. How’d you like your first day?”

“It was…incredible.” Gray answered honestly. “I got to meet Doctor Hawthorne.”

113 hummed in acknowledgment. “The doctor is a lot of fun. I’m sure the admins will have fun with a cutie like you as well.”

Was 113 hitting on him? Or maybe he was just naturally flirty.

“Anyways. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”  He extended his hand, and the moment Gray made a move to shake it, 113 closed the distance between them, pressing his body against Gray’s own. “Maybe we can get played with together? Or… we can have some fun of our own.” He said, rubbing hands along Gray’s chest.

Gray blushed. He was already getting half hard again despite how intensely he had come mere moments ago. “B-but, relationships between subjects are prohibited. We’ll get in trouble.”

“Exactly. That’s half the fun.” 113 shifted, his crotch pressing against Gray’s own, revealing something harder than just a cock. He was caged in chastity. Gray hadn’t noticed before.

His mind was racing on whether or not he should break the rules on the first day when a soft chime was heard throughout the facility. 113 backed off.

“Oh, guess it’s time for dinner. You can hang with me if you want some new friends around here. Most people have already broken off into their own groups.” He explained, turning to walk out of the room. Gray quickly followed after, closing the door to his quarters behind him.

Other subjects had now filled the halls, each with their own numbers on their chests. Gray’s room was in the hall meant to house subjects 20-30, but the guy he just met had a number all the way up to 113.

“So,” He started. “How many other people are here? I’m Subject 23, so I’m guessing there’s not that many.”

113 hummed, looking up at the ceiling in thought. “Currently, there are 349 men staying with us at this facility” came the smooth reply.

Gray almost stumbled. “That many?!” He knew the building was huge, but he wasn’t expecting that many men to give up and leave their old lives behind just to be a part of these experiments. Though, who was he to judge?

“Yeah, because you had already applied months ago and were accepted, you were given the number 023. You came just in time before the position was given to someone else.” Subject 113 explained, waving to another subject as they passed down the hall.

“Amazing…” Gray whispered, completely in awe of the facility.

“Despite applying to join us months ago, you’ve only just come.” Subject 113 said. He seemed to want to know why Gray changed his mind, without asking directly.

“Yeah. I was nervous, I guess. I didn’t want to get kidnapped and murdered or something.” Gray said the last bit with a laugh. 113 snorted.

“Most of the guys here would love to be actually kidnapped. But it’s good to have consent in your play.”

Gray smiled. 113 was nice to talk to. He wondered who else he could be friends with here.

Men of all ages and ethnicities were around them, all walking in the same direction to the cafeteria. Some of them were still gagged, but unbound, which seemed to be by their own choice. Others had additional accessories to their latex suits, like collars, clamps, and hoods. Gray’s cock couldn’t help but twitch seeing how unabashed everyone walked around. Though, he supposed you wouldn’t sign up to come to this place if you were shy about your kinks.

A minute more of walking brought them to the cafeteria. The entrance had two guards standing on either side of the door, though they weren’t menacing. Just faceless figures that Gray was slowly getting used to. All subjects lined up to receive trays and food from the line. Gray stood behind Subject 113, and took the time to look at some of the guys around him. Some of them were making out in the corner of the room, with the guards watching closely to make sure it didn’t advance past that. Another subject, a young guy, was shifting uncomfortably and fiddling with his crotch; he seemed to be caged too.

Subject 113 didn’t seem bothered by his own cage, he had probably been locked up many times before.

After receiving their food, a decent portion of meat, vegetables, and rice, 113 walked with practiced ease to one of the tables on the left side of the room. He sat on the bench and patted it, inviting Gray to sit beside him. Gray took the offer, and was surprised to see a guard leading an angry looking guy to the table. The guy had dark reddish hair and brown skin - he was gagged with a muzzle, and had the number 006 on the chest of his suit.

“I will collect you after dinner. You will be restrained for the rest of the night, so you’d better behave.” The guard said. He produced a key from out of a pouch attached to his hip. Using the key, he unlocked a padlock on the back of the muzzle, which 006 slid off himself. On the inside of the muzzle was a large bulb that had been filling 006’s mouth. It was coated in saliva, which the guard quickly took away without another word. Subject 113 chuckled.

“You just love staying in trouble, don’t ya?” He teased.

Subject 006 didn’t pay attention, instead glaring straight at Gray.

“Who’s the newbie?” He asked. Gray felt a twinge of annoyance.

“You can read.” Subject 113 said, scooping some food into his mouth. “This is 23. I’ve been getting to know him better. Real cute, isn’t he?”

006 rolled his eyes. “You’d better keep away from 113. He’ll get you into trouble. Thanks for the 4 hours of edging by the way.”

Subject 113 smiled brightly. “You were the one who got caught balls deep in my ass. Besides, you like the rough stuff.”

006 leaned his head on one hand. “The guards love to go easy on you. They just fuck your face a bit and you get off the hook. It’s not fuckin’ fair.”

Grey seemed to shiver at the realization that 113 almost got him in trouble on his first day.  He’ll have to be more careful…

“So newbie, what play are you into? No vanilla-shit. I hope.” 006 asked.

Gray resisted the urge to huff at the nickname. “No, I like it a little rough. Spanking, milking, getting plugged. I like stuff gags and being hooded.” Gray blushed before continuing. “I-I like being praised and teased too.”

006 smirked. “Ah, you wanna be a good boy, huh? At least you’re not boring like 113.”

Subject 113 didn’t respond to that, just ignored the comment and chomped down on some veggies.

“The first few days are so uneventful. Then they really start to push you to your limits. Try not to be such an obedient little boy and you’ll have a better time” 006 stated.

Gray tried to hide his eye roll by drinking some water. He already had a great time today, and was looking forward to what was coming next.

The subjects sat together and talked about their individual kinks before another bell chimed. Once it did, they were instructed to put away their trays and head back to their rooms. A guard came over to the table - presumably to get 006 like he said. He held an armbinder in his hands.

“Let’s go Subject.” His voice was commanding, and held no room for arguing. 006 huffed, standing up and putting his arms behind him, having his arms slipped into the armbinder and cinched tightly. So much for not being an obedient little boy, Gray thought. Before 006 could blink, a latex hood was being put over his head.

“Walk.” Came the next instruction from the guard. He led the blinded 006 out of the cafeteria, away to a location unknown to Gray and Subject 113.

“So, what do you say? Wanna get in trouble?” 113 propositioned, sliding his hand into Gray’s lap. Gray sighed. This was certainly going to be an interesting time.

…..

Gray had slept better than he thought he would in such an unknown place. The facility was eerily quiet at night, and also he had to fight the urge to not masturbate right after getting back from dinner; Subject 113 had made it exceedingly difficult to keep his hands to himself.

A strong knock resounded on the door, and before Gray had a chance to open it, it was already swinging open. A large figure loomed in the doorway, wearing a blue latex suit that said simply “ADMIN” across the chest. He was masked as well, but Gray’s eyes immediately went to his not-so-hidden massive bulge that was proudly between his legs.

“Subject 023.” Came a deep voice. “You are to report for your morning exam. Stand.” He said.

Gray stood up so quickly he almost tripped. He cringed at his sign of pure excitement.

“You are to respond with “Yes, sir when not gagged, 23.”

“Oh!” Gray gulped, wondering if he was going to get punished already for such a stupid mistake. “Yes, sir.”

The admin said nothing, merely took Gray by the arm and spun him around so that his back was facing him. Taking both arms together, the admin swiftly cuffed them together. Gray had been so excited that he didn’t even notice the admin was carrying handcuffs.

“Your safeword is ‘silver’, correct?”

“Yes.” Gray responded simply. The admin quickly took a hand to Gray’s hair and pulled his head back. It didn’t hurt, but certainly captured Gray’s attention.

“Yes, what?”

“Ye-yes sir!” The young man responded; if he wasn’t hard before he certainly would be now.

“Good.” The admin responded. He seemed to grab something else before presenting it to the front of Gray’s face. “Open.”

Gray barely had time to say anything before the bulbous head of a pump gag was inserted into his mouth.

“Mmph!”

The admin secured the gag behind his head tightly, giving the gag a few pumps. The gag filled out the sides of Gray’s cheeks, making him whine at its girth. Afterwards, a sturdy leather collar was secured to his neck. Once the admin was satisfied, he held firmly onto Gray’s arm and pushed him through the door into the hallway. “Walk to the end of the hall, then make a right.”

Gray quickly listened, moving along the halls. He was sweating a bit, almost thinking what would happen if the other subjects saw him like this? He wasn’t already in trouble was he? Did they think he and Subject 113 did something last night?

Turning right down the hall, he was surprised to see other subjects lined up. Though their backs were to him, he could see they were also handcuffed and gagged.

“Stand in line.” came the gruff instruction.

Gray did as he was told, as the admin walked back down the hall with doors marked 20 through 29. One of the subjects in front of him turned around, and Gray saw on his chest the numbers 022. He was gagged with a ring gag, and looked at Gray with a mixture of excitement and lust in his eyes. A few moments later, the admin came back with two more bound and gagged subjects, numbered 024 and 025 respectively. This continued until subjects numbered 20 through 29 were standing in a neat line.

The admin came to each subject, securing a long leash to every collar. Gray almost came right then and there from the realization that he was being leashed to other subjects in one long bondage line. Once finished, the admin took the length of leash from the front of subject 20 and gave the instruction for all subjects to follow. When they started moving, Gray was surprised at how difficult it was to walk without having the collar pulled even just a little bit. Keeping stride like this was more of a challenge than he thought it would be, though the slight pulls and tugs only turned him on more.

The line walked down several halls until making it to a door marked Examination Room 2. The admin opened the door, and led the subjects inside. There was another admin waiting inside, masked as the first, though he was much less bulky.

The room was large, with several chairs lining the sides that were fitted with sturdy straps for restraining the subjects. There was also a padded table of sorts at the very end of the room.

Once everyone was inside, the leash was removed from their collars and the subjects got to find out what was occurring that morning.

“We will now make sure none of you have cum last night or this morning by running vigorous tests. Should anyone fail to cum faster than expected, you will be immediately caged for 72 hours. First, you will be put in pairs. You will see that even numbered subjects are wearing ring gags - these subjects will pleasure the odd numbers with their mouths while being stimulated with vibrators. If your partner is unable to make you come, it will be assumed that you have masturbated, and you will be locked up.”

Gray sweated - if your partner wasn’t good enough to get you off, you’d be locked up. It was unfair in the best possible way.

“Everyone get into position.” The larger admin said.

The odd numbered subjects were lined up along the wall. Subject 022 quickly scrambled to kneel in front of Gray, and it was then that Gray realized why he looked so excited in the line. Because Gray wasn’t there the days prior, 022 didn’t have a partner to pleasure. Was he tasked with pleasuring the admins instead? Or was he left out? None of that seemed to matter now, as 022 got onto his knees, and shifted as close as he could without the use of his hands.

The admins came around, attaching wand vibrators to the thighs of the kneeling subjects and turning them on a steady rhythm. They then unzipped the crotches of the standing subjects before moving off to the side.

“Begin.” The smaller admin said.