Summer Intern Chapter 3

Author: lithium500mg
Title: Summer Intern Chapter 3
Date: 01 March 2015

Summer Intern Chapter 3

Anyone who experienced the last two hours that I and my five fellow interns have experienced would be partly confused and partly alarmed. The six of us were also partly horny. The surprise strip and restraint that we suffered didn’t keep our dicks from trying to spear the ceiling, even in the presence of our captors and the other five, all strangers. I shouldn’t use the term “captors” since we had all signed up for a well-paid two-month stint in a study of male sexuality, and we didn’t ask much about the details. Like I said before, the money was good and the subject was “interesting.”

To recap the two hours, six of us were dropped at a camp in a desolate part of eastern California, unsuspectingly forfeiting our clothes and goods. Standing naked in front of the camp office, we were summoned one at a time into the office where we were involuntarily restrained with hand and ankle cuffs. Our capture and restraint was extremely well planned and executed. With our hands restrained behind our backs and our legs hobbled, we endured an intimate inspection that included an assessment of the texture and pliability of our balls, an additional assessment of the nerves at the end of our dicks, and other prodding and probing. During this examination, not one of us failed to get hard.

Let me jump ahead a bit. We found out much later that activities in the dining room were videoed. To the study managers the most useful recordings were of our spontaneous erections, and of our erections during the examinations. I think we six all felt that the examinations were a little weird. Control was more than thorough in feeling for testicular lumps and irregularities, and strangely effective in producing erections when he tested the penile nerve endings. I would have cum except for the slight bashfulness associated with being in a room with eight strangers. I would have cum for sure if I had known I wouldn’t be allowed to shoot, or be capable of shooting, for three more days.

The last chapter ended with my notes of events in the dining room when Control said “Now Welder will make each of you your permanent collars … and harnesses.” This statement sent a both a shudder and a tingle through me, mostly a shudder. We were all reminded that we were not to speak as Number Six was led out of the Office building by Supervisor and Welder. Perhaps twenty minutes passed before Number Five was summoned, another twenty for Number Four, and then me. Four had a raging hard-on as he hobbled out the door. This Study was not going as I might have anticipated, but there was no doubt that male sexual behavior was being demonstrated.

When it was my turn I hobbled out the door, carefully negotiated a couple of steps, and was led towards a barn. As the door opened I could see Six, Five and Four standing in the back, still with cuffed hands and ankles, wearing shiny metal collars and three-tiered chain chest harnesses. The three of them seemed calm and undamaged and even proud of their new “gear.” I’ll describe the hardware now, but, at the time I didn’t have a real good look.

Their collars (now, “our collars”) were welded in place. They consisted of two hinged semi-circular pieces of stainless steel closed around the neck. The non-hinged side was secured with a bolt that was subsequently welded to the collar.

The collar had two attachment rings, one centered front and one centered back. The harness consisted of three stainless steel chains circling the upper body and attached to two chains hanging vertically, front and back, from the collar. The first body chain set at the top of the pecs and fastened under the armpits to the back vertical. The front vertical held it up high on the chest. The second chain set just below the pecs and similarly fixed to the verticals, and the third was set at the waist. There was extra chain hanging from the front and back verticals.

Six, Five and Four looked good, like Spartan warriors. The upper two chains framed the pecs and nipples, and made the naked warriors look ready for battle. I wanted to look the same, and I was more than willing to cooperate to get it. I got my wish.

Supervisor hobbled me over to a bench and laid me down on my stomach. First, he pulled my cock and balls back between my legs. Welder placed the collar around my neck and stuffed a towel between my skin and the steel. What was on my neck was really a pre-assembly of the collar and harness. This assembly had likely been put together with the help of dimensions gotten during our college interviews. Welder screwed the bolt into the non-hinged side of the collar and then welded the bolt to the collar.

The collar had the body-circling chains attached to the front vertical chain. Welder and Supervisor pulled the chains under my chest and waist, and then pulled them around to my back. Three more welds fastened the harness chains to the rear vertical, and it was done. I was helped up to join the other three, and Number Two and Number One were soon ushered in and similarly “dressed.”

Supervisor had us line up for inspection. We all stood in straight line while Supervisor checked the fit, for the absence of sharp edges, and, presumably, for the possibility of any of us slipping out of the harnesses. The chains were smooth, like dog-collar chains, and Welder had taken care to polish the welded joints. The weight of the chains on our chests felt good, and I shook my upper body a little so I could enhance the sensation. Number One was fully erect, my balls were aching for release, the chains were near but not hitting my nipples, and I couldn’t help but get a raging hard-on. It was getting so I would do anything and submit to anything to get off.

After inspection, Supervisor stepped behind us, checked our handcuffs, and then bent down and removed our ankle cuffs. Our butts seemed to graze his face a little more than necessary. Freeing my legs gave me a surprising feeling of freedom. I no longer had to worry about tripping when I moved around, or was moved around. Things were looking up. Hard dicks rose and fell while we were waiting for Control to reappear and give us some more information.

Now might be a good time to describe one of my fellow interns. As you know, we are all 190 cm tall (about 6’3”), very near 82 kg, and all with fair or blond hair. My bus-mate of recent Swedish ancestry was Number Four. He was very open and friendly from the start. His upper body and legs were tanned, but he probably wore board shorts while out in the Sun. He looked a little out of place as a Spartan, with a broad whitish band between his knees and his waist. Perhaps a naked Viking. His pubes were blond and nicely framed his erections. Like all of us, his erect dick was close to 17 cm, cut, and highly symmetrical.

After a short while Control came into the barn and gave us an instruction. “You all should be about ready to urinate. Please go to the trough in the back and relieve yourselves. Then you’ll get some additional gear, we’ll remove the cuffs, and you can retire for the night.”

I looked around, sure enough there was a trough, and the six of us walked over (enjoying our new freedom), and, some with difficulty or hesitation, took a good piss. Supervisor rinsed the trough with water while we re-assembled in line.

Control continued, “Thank you so much for being patient and submitting to this orientation for the Study for which you signed up. I’m sure these have not been the first few hours you expected. We believe these procedures are necessary to produce the results we seek. The discipline that you will be required to follow is needed, we believe, to reduce variability in the Study.”

“In your interviews you all presented yourselves as heterosexual. Your responses to subliminal images during the interview, however, indicated that homosexual stimulation was the primary semen-producing impetus. Further, you all were spurred to harden your nipples and penises by images of partially or fully undressed warriors. You six, among the twenty final candidates, also were moved by images of captivity and restraint. These features, as well as your highly similar physical appearances, made you all worthy of this very special internship. Thank you again for your participation.“

This speech was a shock to me. I don’t know about the others, but the word I used until now for homosexuals was “faggot.” My dick sank as I mentally denied this possibility. As I looked around, however, I could not deny that I enjoyed looking at my fellow warriors. I started looking freely at their dicks, which were in various states of stiffness, and at their stunning harnessed chests. I also could not deny that I was almost blinded by my need to cum. It only took a few minutes for me to fully recover and I proudly displayed my rock-hard cock to my fellow faggots.

Now something troubling occurred. A pipe was threaded through the backs of our harnesses so that we were now forced to stay in a tight line. Control started to speak again.

“Now we are going to provide gear that will safeguard your semen while it remains in your bodies. Today is Sunday. We collect semen on Wednesdays at 6:00pm and Saturdays at 5:00pm.”

I now knew I wouldn’t be able to shoot for three days. I thought my balls would explode. I started to strain in the harness, and, against orders, complained out loud. The first words barely came out when the electricity branded my whole body.