The Facility - Chapter One: Subject 23

There’s something calming about knowing you’re just a faceless gimp. Coated in latex, the material hugging every inch of your body. Hooded, gagged, blindfolded and restrained. You have no other purpose but to serve. And that was exactly what Gray was going to do. At least, he hoped he could after the initial training was completed.

Full name being Grayson Ellis, the 27 year old had applied to be a part of a facility conducting  experimental studies on men of all ages and backgrounds to test their sexual limits and further study the psychology of fetishes, kinks, and sexual preference. Sure, the facility had lots of seemingly legitimate and scientific reasons to want to do these experiments. However, if they simply wanted to get a bunch of horny men in one building and be allowed to play with them as they pleased, Gray was fine with that too.

He had left behind the monotony of his 9-5 for this. His legs spread wide in stirrups on the table he was currently strapped to, a penis gag filling his mouth to the brim, and only aware of the examiner moving around him thanks to the bit of sound coming through the latex hood. He was sweating at this point, he knew, and was almost embarrassed at the sounds leaving his gagged mouth. The vibrator had been working inside him for what felt like ages.

There was no sense of time here; no clocks, only the occasional small window letting in a bit of light depending on the time of day. But the time didn’t matter. Nothing mattered here but serving your duty as a subject. With this lack of awareness, Gray couldn’t help but think back to first getting here a few short hours ago.

……

The young man was waiting to be checked in by the receptionist.

“Subject 23…” His deep voice had called out.

Within the large and empty space of the waiting room, it sounded as if the voice had boomed right in his ears. He found himself jolting involuntarily, eyes darting over to the receptionist.

“Y-Yes!” He cried out, gathering his bag and walking briskly towards the front desk. He tried not to show that he was nervous, but the whole situation had him sweating through his hoodie. Was it always this warm in here?

The man at the front desk barely regarded him, giving a quick glance up before back down to his clipboard. “Grayson Ellis?” He asked, though it didn’t sound like much of a question. The man seemed to already know who he was.

“Yes, that’s right…Gray is fine, too.” He spoke a little softly at the end, somewhat intimidated by the receptionist.

“Sign these, please.” The man continued, passing the clipboard and a pen. Gray took them with hesitation, before going back over the paperwork he had already read a hundred times by that point. There was a notice about discretion for the participants and the staff involved, an assurance that the subject can leave at any time, a mention that the subject must not use their real name once accepted into the program, an example of some of the programs they will be involved in, and lastly the rules and expectations of those willing to become subjects.

Gray gulped, and could feel himself starting to get half-hard just from reading some of the expectations.

• During your assigned testing appointment, you will be restrained appropriately until a staff member comes to collect you.
• Sex between subjects and masturbation is prohibited anywhere between 24-48 hours before your next testing appointment, in order to not introduce any bias to the study. Any breaking of this rule will be met with punishment swiftly. Repeated breaking of this rule will be met with enforced chastity.
• Quiet hours are between midnight and 6 am. Any breaking of this rule will be met with enforced gagging as punishment.
• A chosen safeword or action will be chosen by the subject, and shared with members of staff for the subject’s safety.
• Subjects will wear their uniform at all times unless directed by members of staff.

The rules continued on, but Gray’s mind had already shifted from being cautious to racing full speed ahead at beginning the study. He shifted a bit, hoping the receptionist couldn’t tell he was already growing half-hard just from the anticipation. He took a deep breath, and signed his name at the bottom, indicating that he consented with all of the rules. Did he really just sign himself away to be a plaything for a bunch of strangers? The obvious answer made his cock twitch in his jeans.

That was only two hours ago, and after being led to his sleeping quarters - a simple room with the numbers 023 painted on the outside of the door - and changing into his similarly numbered suit, Gray found himself here.

“Mmmph…” He shifted his mouth a bit around the penis gag. His jaw was beginning to ache in the most delicious way now. How long had he been tied up like this for? A gloved hand taking hold of his cock made him jump.

“Very good, 23. Your endurance is impressive. Most guys would’ve cum already.” The doctor’s smooth voice said. The doctors of the facility were some of the few who had the privilege of being maskless - though Gray couldn’t see him through his own hood at the moment. They were even allowed to have a name instead of just numbers. Doctor Hawthorne was how he introduced himself. The name was fake, but a name nonetheless.

The doctor gave a few pumps of Gray’s cock, and the subject tried to chase the feeling as much as he could while being restrained to the examination table. He could barely lift his lower half at all - a thick strap across his abdomen made sure of that.

“Plmmph…” Came the gagged plea. Please. But please, what? For the doctor to stop? For this torment to carry on even longer? Doctor Hawthorne made the decision for him by releasing his cock and walking somewhere else in the room. Gray was almost embarrassed at the indignant sound he made from this, hips humping against the air of the cool examination room.

“Aw, poor 23. I haven’t gotten a new subject to play with for a while. I’m sorry to say, but you won’t be leaving that easily. You should’ve cum while you had the chance.” A soft sound of jingling metal was heard, and Gray could imagine what was coming next.

“Nmm, plmmph!” He struggled with futility, trying to pull against his restraints, but this action only turned on Doctor Hawthorne. He palmed himself through his own latex suit and approached Gray.

“Now, now. No need for that. You’ll enjoy this.” He said, his deep baritone making Gray’s cock twitch.

A pinch came to his left nipple, and then his right, and then stretched forward, but Gray wasn't able to follow the motion.

“Mh!”

A delicious sting flowed through his nipples. The doctor had added clamps. Gray shivered at the realization. One of the doctor’s hands tugged lightly on the chain, and the other gave a few lazy pumps to the captive’s cock.

“It’s only been 30 minutes. You can last a bit longer, can’t you?” Doctor Hawthorne teased. Gray breathed heavily though the hood before nodding. He wanted the attention, he wanted to be a good test subject, he wanted to be good for the doctor. He wasn’t about to cut this pleasure short anyways. After he gave his answer, the doctor let go of him quickly, before something tight was shifted over and around his cock. It was so sudden that Gray thought he was going to come right then and there.

“Mmh! Mmmmh…!” Gray jolted, his body stiffened as this contraption around his cock began to pump up and down, the tightness never leaving.

“Ah, what a wonderful reaction.” Doctor Hawthorne hummed. “Since you’re so well behaved, I’ll give you this as a reward. If you do well, you might be able to be milked like this all the time, 23.”

Gray began to tremble. The pumps weren’t particularly fast but the milking machine was so tight. Each stroke brought him closer to the edge. He began moaning uncontrollably, and the doctor got low to his ear.

“Dirty boy, throwing away your freedoms to be here and be toyed with. When you’re in my hands, you’ll beg for mercy.”

Gray whined. If the doctor talked to him like this, then –

“Maybe I’ll make you my personal pet. Keep you all to myself. I don’t want any of the others to get to you. I can keep you as a trophy in my office. Replace that gag with the real thing while you kneel under my desk. How would you like that, hm?”

He had never thought of himself as having a voice kink, but listening to the doctor whisper filth into his ear was quickly changing that for Gray. His toes began to curl and his limbs spasmed against their restraints as everything began to build.

“Pllmmm! Pllmmm!!” Gray cried, his brow furrowed under the hood. He just needed the permission and he could –

“Come for me, subject. Be a good boy for me.”

That was all he needed. Gray let out a muffled groan and came harder than he ever had in his life. His feet shook from the force, and the milking machine sucked out everything he had to offer. When Gray began coming down from his high, he realized the machine wasn’t stopping.

The doctor gave a wicked laugh. “No, gimp! I’m not turning it off yet!”

The machine slowed to a crawl, but did not stop. Gray’s head turned this way and that as he began to be pushed into a post-orgasm that almost felt like too much. The vibe in his ass hadn’t stopped either.

“I’ve got some paperwork to finish up.” The doctor rubbed Gray’s hooded head. “I’ll be back in an hour or two. I’ll see you then, 23.” Footsteps were heard leaving the examination room to the connected office. The doctor waited for any sign of a hand gesture to indicate Gray wanted to end the play. When none came, he smiled and left the room, stroking himself to the sound of Gray’s moans.

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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.

Without a second more of hesitation, 022 quickly leaned forward and took Gray into his mouth.

“Mpph!!” Gray moaned. Others around him did the same, which only turned him on more. Sure, Gray had been sucked off before, but this was different. He was helplessly bound, and so was the man servicing him. This was a whole new level of pervertedness, and Gray almost came down the man’s throat right then and there.

“Ahhh…mhhh…” The man below him moaned unabashed. He was enjoying this, if not more than Gray himself. With ease, he slid back, only to take Gray down his throat in one swift motion. Gray’s knees almost buckled. Subject 022 was amazing. He used his tongue to swirl around the base of Gray’s cock, moaning and sending shockwaves down Gray’s spine.

Then, 022 began mercilessly spearing himself on Gray - moving his head back and forth quickly, making the most filthy wet sound. Gray could’ve screamed if he wasn’t gagged. This was the best head he had ever received in his life, and the scenario only made it that much more intense. The head of his cock was continuously hitting the back of 022’s throat, who only moaned in pleasure each time.

Gray could barely keep his eyes open, but the sight of other bound and gagged subjects also receiving pleasure was too much for his perverted mind to handle. Seeing someone else come almost immediately had brought him closer to the edge too. It wasn’t just the sight though but the sound. Gray had always liked the sound of gagtalk, but having a room of gagged men moaning together in real time was almost like a fucking religious experience.

Subject 022 seemed to not like how Gray’s attention was taken off of him, and quickly picked up the pace, using his tongue to tease the head of Gray’s cock.

“Mhh-Mmmph!” Gray bit down on the pump gag as best he could.

This seemed to please Subject 022 greatly, he made a happy sound as he quickly and repeatedly took Gray to the back of his throat, holding him there. Gray’s legs shook as an orgasm tore through him. He was vaguely aware of 022 trembling and moaning loudly as he came. The subject took his time swallowing as much as he could, before pulling off and gasping for air.

Gray slid down the wall, moaning with the aftershocks. He was barely able to make out a larger amount of cum on the floor. 022 was moaning happily on the floor, looking at Gray through hooded eyes.

Around them, some others had come as well, except for one kneeling subject and one man at the end of the line. Subject 021 had come, but 020 had not. The vibrator was still working at him, and he was desperately humping into it while lying on his back, but it wasn’t working. On the other side of the room, Subject 028 was doing his best, but 029 obviously had not come yet. He was thrusting himself into 028’s mouth, but apart from that, he just wasn’t coming.

“15 seconds left.” The larger admin announced.

The desperation picked up, with both Subjects 020 and 029 doing their best to come in time. Moans and grunts filled the air, but before long, time was up.

“Subjects 020 and 029. You have failed the morning exam. It has been assumed that you masturbated before arriving. As punishment, you will be caged.” The smaller admin said, coming around to turn off the vibrator on 020. The smaller admin then took the two subjects by the arm and led out of the room as they muffled protests. The remaining admin then turned to Gray and the others.

“Now comes the second phase of the examination. Once again, should any of you fail to come, it will be assumed that you masturbated, and will be promptly taken to be caged. We will do a random selection. Those chosen will have to come using the milking machine. The others will have to come – ” The larger admin palmed himself through his suit. “From my cock.”

Some of the subjects openly moaned aloud. Gray felt his own cock re-awakening at the idea of being fucked by a masked man as big as the admin. He prayed to any god who would listen that he would be chosen as a fucktoy.

“The following subjects will be milked: 022, 024, 025, 027, and 028.” Some of the subjects moaned in disappointment. One of them, subject 025, even moved to catch the eye of the admin, sticking his ass out and begging muffled words. The admin seemed to consider this, walking over to him, before giving his ass several smacks. “Behave yourself. You got to feel my cock last week. Don’t make me plug you.”

The subject only moaned louder. Gray almost thought he should act out too if the punishment was getting a plug in his ass.

“Now then, all subjects selected for milking - have a seat. The rest of you, line up by the table.”

Everyone scrambled to follow directions. Gray shifted to stand up without his hands, and found his knees a little weak at what was about to happen to him. He should’ve been scared. Maybe he should’ve said a safe word, but his cock was raring to go.

The subjects who were to be milked were all strapped into their chairs, and milking machines were attached to each one. One by one, the machines were turned on at a brutally slow pace. Moans began to fill the room once again, and Gray’s heart leapt in his chest as the faceless admin turned to the remaining subjects, walking over slowly and predatorily.

“Let’s see. Who will go first?” he asked. His hand once again found its way to his cock. He seemed to be studying them, his masked head looking between the three, before it settled on Gray.

“Subject 023. You are new here. Allow me to give you a proper welcome.”

He unzipped the front of his suit, revealing a massive and heavy cock. Gray could’ve gulped if his mouth wasn’t already full. The admin gestured with his head. “Lean on the table, subject.”

Gray did as he was told, awkwardly shifting to lay his front half on the table while his hands were still bound behind him. He felt the admin run his hands along his exposed ass, teasing the area around his hole. Gray shivered at the touch, letting out a small moan. He was sweating again, but not from fear this time.

The admin took one of the pouches around his belt and popped it open, revealing a bottle of lube and a condom. He poured the cold substance onto Gray’s waiting ass, which made the younger man jump in surprise. He then rolled the condom on himself, jerking his own cock as two of his latexed fingers prodded at Gray’s asshole. Gray couldn’t help but lean back into the waiting fingers, letting out a sigh at the teasing. He wanted the admin to just hurry up and –

“Mmph~!” Gray’s toes curled as two fingers sinked into his ass without much more warning. The fingers pumped in and out of his ass, making a squelching sound and causing the subjects who were watching to moan themselves in anticipation. The admin made a hum of approval at Gray’s reaction - pushing in further and crooking his fingers to hit Gray’s prostate just right. His thick fingers had Gray being pushed against the examination table with every thrust, the side of the table causing a delicious pain to rub against his stomach. Once the admin was satisfied, he pulled his fingers out (much to Gray’s dismay).

“Brace yourself, subject.” The admin said. He grabbed both sides of Gray’s hips, lining himself up and pushing in slowly.

“Mhh–mmph!’ Gray moaned and trembled as the admin bottomed out in one swift motion. He wasn’t as big as he was thick and Gray had to breathe heavily through his nose, letting out little muffled pants with each breath. The admin took a moment to let him adjust, doing something uncharacteristically kind as rubbing Gray’s back.

“Shhhh. Hush, Subject. Relax.” He whispered, his baritone voice soothing the young man - Gray could listen to this man read a book about paint drying and it wouldn’t be any less arousing. A few seconds later, Gray found himself shifting, easing back towards the admin’s hips as the discomfort subsided. The admin picked up on this, slowly pulling out and pushing his way back in. Each thrust was a crawl, and Gray couldn’t tell if this was a blessing or a curse.

“So tight, 23.” He groaned, hands leaving a bruising grip on Gray. Gray wanted to retort that he was just too big, but all that came out were muffled whimpers. After setting a slow pace to begin with, the admin began to increase his speed. He used one hand to push on Gray’s back, trapping him onto the table. His heavy balls slapped against Gray’s ass with every thrust, and he relished the sound of gagged pleas filling the air.

“You’re such a good subject, 23. So willing, so eager. Such an obedient toy for me, aren’t you?” His voice came out in a rasp as he continuously abused the subject’s prostate.

“Mh, mh, mh!” Gray moaned out with each thrust, not sure if he wanted to run away or beg for more. It was all so much - much more than Gray had ever experienced in his life. Through hazy eyes, Gray could see the other subjects looking at him with a mixture of lust and jealousy.

The admin brought Gray’s attention back to the forefront with a slap on his ass. “Focus on me, subject. I’m the one filling you up right now.” He growled.

Gray cried out in pleasure, he was sure his ass would be a blooming red after this. Thrust after thrust brought him closer to coming again. He was about to lose himself entirely when he felt himself being lifted, legs held apart in powerful arms.

“Mmmph!?!” He cried out, only having a moment to think about what was happening until the admin began pounding inside of him, practically lifting him off his cock only to drop him back down again. Gray’s own cock bounced neglected with the motions, and with this new angle, his prostate was being hit each time. He began moaning without abandon now, practically screaming through his gag at this new turn of events.

The subjects watching shifted with their own arousal becoming too much. One subject was practically humping the air at the sight of what was happening to Gray.

“Good boy, you take my cock so well.” The admin growled into Gray’s ear.

No, Gray wouldn’t be able to take much more if he started being verbal with him…!

“Whenever I’m near, subject, you will remember the feeling of my cock in your ass. The way I fill you just right.” He gave a particularly hard thrust that had Gray choking in surprise. “I ought to cage you just for being such a little slut. But you’d only enjoy that, wouldn’t you, subject?”

Gray barely had the attention span to nod; if he wasn’t being held up, his knees would’ve surely given out by now.

“You’ll hear my voice and it’ll be enough to get you to submit. You’ll know who you belong to after today, 23. And what do you say?”

“M-mmh, mh!” Y-Yes, sir, came the whimpered reply.

The admin moaned low in his throat, picking up his speed, and the sound brought Gray over the edge. With a stuttered cry, he came, managing to get some cum all the way into his hair. The admin gave a few more powerful thrusts, before holding himself in Gray’s ass. Warm flooded his insides, and he let out a whimper at the feeling.

Eyes feeling heavy, he thought he could’ve passed out. The admin carefully put him down, only for his knees to collapse under him. Luckily, the admin caught him before he hit the ground.

“Whoops. Too much for you, 23?” He teased, easily lifting Gray. He carried him bridal style to the wall and sat him down where he could lean against it. “You may rest here until examinations are done. You have passed the test.” He said, walking away and quickly choosing another subject to be the receiver of a brutal fucking.

Gray’s vision swam as he leaned against the wall. His eyes slowly slipped shut, and before he knew it, he faded into a deep sleep.