Summer Intern Chapter 10

Author: lithium500mg
Title: Summar Intern Chapter 10
Date: 06 April 2015

Summer Intern Chapter 10

In my last notes, I ended with our reactions to the revisions in our cock cages, and the restraint we underwent overnight that we knew would lead to punishment for Number Four’s transgression. The new cock cages, instituted halfway through our internship, were designed so that an erection forced our sliding dicks into a plug, but allowed only a few millimeters of penetration. The new restraints were a painful reminder of the cost of any of the six of us upsetting the Study.

Our introduction to the plug semi-fuck after Saturday’s semen release changed from terror to tantalizing in just a few hours. Ming’s revised cock cage at first seemed to punish us for getting a boner, then seemed to reward us, and then seemed to punish us for not having an even larger erection. I wanted a shorter cage, or a longer plug, or maybe both. The desire was greatest at night when other senses were quieted. Sunday night I slept better as I was getting used to my cock snuggling up with its polished friend.

When we woke up Monday, we were all cuffed, wrists and ankles, the wrists locked painfully high mid-back to the harness.

I think I heard a “What the fuck!” but perhaps it was just what all of us were thinking. I shuddered when I remembered the Tesla coil, knew that discipline (that is, punishment) was coming, and knew my balls were now in the circuit. At first, everyone was in a panic. No one could stand up. When order was restored, each one of us figured out how to get off the bed and stand up with our hands tight behind our backs and our ankles shackled. As we started, Supervisor came to the door and led us, hobbling, out into the open area between the Office and the barn.

We stood in a line while Supervisor connected the six of us with a chain fastened at our navels. Our nips were firm in the cold morning, and the cold was soaking into our cock and balls. I was shivering, partly from the loss of heat, but partly from fear of being electrically connected to the others. On the other hand, the five warriors looked particularly hot. The exercise and cardio was working well to build and define our bodies even more than before the internship, and I could feel the harness chains getting tighter. The cuffs forced our arms high into the middle of the back, making our chests looked even more pumped and the nips even more prominent.

When the Tesla (perhaps it was a Taser) hit us it was like a slug to the mid-section and a kick in the balls. At the same time we were reminded that collars and harnesses quickly turn into shock collars and shock harnesses. It was too much pain to cry out. When one of us dropped, the rest followed, most hitting the ground with our chests and then our faces. It was a whole-body blow. After we hit the ground, Supervisor gave us another jolt. I think we all cried out after this one.

Ming came out of the Office and “apologized.”

“I’m sorry if you experienced unnecessary discomfort. Number Four’s verbal flare-up was unfortunate since our Study requires uniform and cooperative adherence among the six participants in our activities. If you read your internship contract carefully, you will see that uniformity is a requirement.”

“Will Number Four choose to live up to his contractual obligations?” Swede, on the ground with the rest of us, nodded a “yes.” We all understood that he caused us considerable pain. I think we all felt that Swede will receive his retribution when he loses in one of our games.

“To remind you of your commitment to our Study, your wrists will remain cuffed until the afternoon’s recreation, and breakfast and lunch will be modified to a full liquid diet that will be fed to you by Cook and Supervisor. I apologize for the severe discomfort you will feel in your deltoids until then that will result from the high position of your cuffed hands. You may find solace in the fact that the other five of you, including the one who caused this distress, will feel the same discomfort.”

The Merciless One continued, “You are in the 29th day of your internship. In just four weeks, your fitness is measurably better than when you started, and will improve further. Please forgive us if the methods we are using to improve your health and well-being are not what you expected.”

We listened to this apology while recovering from the electrical body blows on the ground and relearning to breathe. As we got organized to get up (we were still chained together), Supervisor gave us one more jolt before he disconnected us electrically and mechanically. My shoulders were already beginning to hurt, but I knew I had no option but to endure until the afternoon.

We struggled up to our feet and were led into the barn for an unusual before-breakfast inspection. Ming checked out the security of the collar and harnesses, and again tapped our metal cups with the crowbar. I jumped more than usual as the recent electrical “tap” was still in the front of my consciousness. While the constant groin pressure from the chastity system made me continuously conscious of my cock and balls, sometimes I forgot that the splayed out testicles were in always pressing against the steel jock. Any little tap or jolt sent waves of pain through my body. I loved it.

With our wrists cuffed behind us and attached high on the harness, our chests were displaying their muscles more prominently than usual. When Control tested my nipples, I nearly blacked out. I think he upped the amps on the test just to remind us of the potential for additional discipline. I started to think, “Only 56 hours to cum.”

Supervisor led us into the dining area for breakfast, and we dutifully lined up to be fed an unknown liquid. I was happy to be in a warm place as we had been outside for the morning’s “stimulating” events and the day had not yet warmed up. As young and fit studs, our bodies have good metabolism, so we didn’t get cold easily. As we much later found out, we had had our metabolic rate trashed during the night by nitrous oxide gas that enhanced our sleep and made cuffing easy. None of us woke even though our arms and wrists were pulled back and up hard for attachment to the harnesses.

We drank the tasteless breakfast that included juice. Supervisor then led us to the toilets where he unlocked the butt chains and we did our duty, sitting with our hands uncomfortably high behind our backs. When finished we went around to the showers where we lined up facing him. He hosed us off top to bottom from a distance and gave us a hard stream up the butt. He then came within about a meter of each of us and focused a hard stream first on our chests and then inside our steel jock. Both locations felt good with the stimulation, the splayed-out balls underneath the steel cup felt alive and ready to renew production.

Internment in a welded-on chain harness and a locked-on steel male chastity cage had both positive and negative attributes. I got weary of having my balls continuously squeezed between the cock cage and the cock ring and being pressed unceasingly against the steel jock. The only relief was the short time in which they were electrically “stimulated” (Control’s words) to control my shoot, making orgasm incredibly agonizing and equally incredibly rewarding. Ming’s Laboratory was a chamber of glorious pain and pleasure.

Taking a normal free-Willy piss when and where I want is a pleasure I never before thought of. After two months of leaking into confinement and having to rinse the steel cage, being able to hold my dick would be a treat. I also would enjoy being able to take a dump on my own schedule, although I actually pretty much hold to the Internment’s schedule now that I am on Cook’s nutritional plan. But there is something about regimentation and not having to think about anything that can be intoxicating. It works for the U.S. Marines.

I grew weary of the collar, which was thick and rigid and didn’t allow my head to move freely. It looked good, however, on my fellow Spartan warriors, and had the attachment points for the vertical chains that held up the harnesses. I never tired of the look of the harnesses framing the pecs and exaggerating the nipples, especially when we were cuffed or spread-eagled.

The communal but chaste sleeping was both annoying and pleasant. We had forced skin-to-skin contact without any chance of getting off. As newly comfortable with my faggothood, every night I wanted to fuck Weeper, get fucked by Ripped, and suck Lefty. I settled for giving and getting serious nipple work. In addition there was the occasional assault where one of us would get spread-eagled in bed and get serious taps to their cups.

The days after suffering on Ming’s cross, we had a grooming time, which was a period for shaving, clipping finger nails, and the like. Control wanted us to look more or less uniform, so we lost our beards twice a week. After the second week when we were all tan and tan all over from the outdoor activities, grooming meant weekly full body shaves including chests and legs. I think all of us enjoyed the outdoor denuding of our bodies and the glistening skin it produced. We also practiced some body painting that included Australian aboriginal designs, desert camouflage, and Greek warrior motifs. The latter came in handy when we accompanied Supervisor and Welder to the Home Depot store in Ridgecrest.