Page 65 of Brainwashed
But then I remember my yellow boxers, and I smile. At least I havesomecolor.
I wonder what else the lovely doctor would give me if I asked nice enough…
A few hours later, I’m awoken by Claude coming in and lacing me into a straitjacket. I’m annoyed because I haven’t been in one in a few days, and I didn’t miss it at all. The second he gets it on me, I’m already sweating.
He brings me to the exam room, where Dr. Johansson and Dr. Templeton are already waiting.
“Felix. Have a seat.” Johansson motions to the chair. I let out a tired breath and do as he says, already not excited about whatever they want to do.
Claude comes over and before I know what’s happening, he removes my pants and my new boxers in one swoop.
I’m naked below the waist. On an exam chair, with three strange men in the room.
“What the fuck??” I grunt as Claude shackles my ankles to the bottom of the chair. “What are you going to do?” He straps in my neck, tight enough that I cough.
Johansson ignores me, flipping through papers in a folder while Templeton attaches electrodes to my temples. I’m nervous as hell… They’ve never made me get naked before. Not that I’m even fully naked… My top half is in a straitjacket, which makes it even more awkward.
Johansson begins speaking, as he always does, introducing himself and all that nonsense. But the words that come into immediate focus aresexual arousal test.
“Sexual what now?” I mumble, squirming and yanking against the shackles.
But they won’t fuckinganswer me. They just go about their business, like I’m not even a person. I’m just a fucking object.
A science project.
Templeton moves up to my side, and I witness him squirting something onto his rubber-gloved hand.Oh, hell no…
“No, no… stop… what are you doing??” I grunt as he reaches for my dick. My pulse is pounding in my ears, and my muscles are stiff, my soft dick in his grasp. “Fffuck… Jesus! Get off me!”
“Felix, relax,” Johansson murmurs from somewhere behind me, as this goddamn asshole Dr. Templeton starts jerking me off.
I mean… Iguessit feels okay, in the grand scheme of sensations. But I don’t want it. I don’t like it because I’m not attracted to him, and I don’t want him touching me.
Glancing up at his face, he’s emotionless. He’s not even looking at me, he’s watching some machine behind me while his hand moves up and down on my flaccid dick. The feeling of lubed stroking firms it up, though very slowly. I’m sure if someone I actually liked was doing it, I would already be rock hard.
“I don’t like this…” I breathe. But no one fuckinglistensto me.
His hand just keeps jerking me off, gradually building its pace. Squeezing my cock, pulling and pulling. With my jaw set, my eyes fall closed, and I pretend I’m somewhere else.
I try imagining someone else doing it. Letting out a breath, I seek to calm myself down so I can focus.
The first person who pops into my head is Dr. Love. It’s surprising, because usually when I jerk off, I remember my victims. Or sometimes, I think about Cam. It usually does the trick to get me off quick, which is the only way I do this to myself. I’ve never been one to drag things out…
And especially right now, with a stranger’s hand on my dick, I just want to get it over with.
Behind my eyes, Dr. Love is touching me. And he’s watching me while he does it, his deep bronze gaze locked on me as he grips my cock, stroking and squeezing, slow but firm. My erection fills up much faster at the images in my head.
But I flinch out of it when I feel another lubed hand on my balls.
My eyes snap open, and I look down. Now Templeton is using his other hand to massage my nuts and I whimper. It feels good… But I hate that it does. I don’t want it to feel good.
I hate this.
“Please stop…” I whine, despising how weak I sound.
I sound like the prey, not the predator.Fuck this.
My teeth grind so hard they might snap.“If I get out of this thing, you better watch… out…” My threat is choked off from the tightening in my loins. An orgasm is building inside me, whether I want it to or not.
