Ch. 01: Orientation and Ecstasy

I had finished my time in school, being a German teenager of just 19 years old, when my life was about to take an unexpected turn that would lead to the fulfilment of my innermost desires and dreams.

I wasn't much different from my peers. But I had a very strong libido and was horny pretty much all the time. I had to masturbate a few times a day to hold my strong urges on a low simmering level. And, as I finally discovered one year ago, I was gay, so when I masturbated I imagined hot boys going at it all the time. Unfortunately, I grew up in a strongly conservative environment in a remote area of the German countryside where everything even remotely related to sex and sexuality was treated as a taboo.

In school I was a loner and pretty shy. My interests in art and fashion as well as my skinny body and all-over demeanour didn't fit the idea of masculinity that the troglodytes in my school had. The only thing which could have gained me the admiration of the other teens in my class was my rather impressive cock. But combined with my shyness and social isolation, it just contributed to some of the bullying of which I was the target.

You would think my parents would help and support me in such a situation, not to mention the school. But their only reaction was to tell me to "man up" and fight back against my tormentors. I even let myself be pressured by them to enter a sports club for swimming to become more "manly" and toughen up, when they gifted me the membership for my 18th birthday. Of course, that was a failure from the start, the teasing and bullying went on there as well, mostly because of the huge bulge my big cock made in the tiny swim briefs. But there was a special twist to it I will tell about later. After only one year, shortly after my final exams at school, I left the club. But there was one good thing resulting from that experience: I was already aware of being gay, but in the swimming club I discovered my strong fetish for skimpy, high cut swim briefs.

My parents were very happy when I entered the swimming club, hoping I would finally become the kind of son they wanted me to be. But they would have been shocked and utterly lost if they knew about my newly discovered swimwear fetish. In the month after my final exams at school, when I was looking for a university to study, I also had a lot of free time on my hands, so I naturally masturbated a lot, indulging in my fetish. One time I was sitting naked in front of my computer, masturbating while looking at pictures of hot boys in sexy skimpy swim briefs. And of course, my parents chose that very moment to enter my room without knocking when I was shooting a fountain of cum at the ceiling. In an instant, their stubbornly upheld illusions about me came crushing down, and I changed from being their frail son to a threat to their sanitized little world. Because they couldn't cope with me being gay they demanded I took some therapy to control those "sick perversions", as they put it.

And that's how I found myself in front of the "Reformatory Institute for Sexual Health" after my parents dumped me out of their car, kindly but in no uncertain terms reminding me that the purpose of me being here was to get rid of my "perversions". I had no idea what awaited me at this place, just the "development of a healthy sexuality in a holistic approach", as they put it on their website. My parents, understanding this to be a form of therapeutic approach, immediately enrolled me at this Institute. But if they had known what was really going on in there, they would have taken me as far away as possible from that place.

The Institute itself was in a remote area in the countryside, not too far from my home town. It was surrounded by a wide and well-tended park, where you could take long walks or do outrageous things in secretive places. But I only discovered that much later. The most important thing was that the secluded location of the Institute allowed it to uphold the facade of promoting conservative ideology about sex and to continue their real activities under that disguise.

My first week at the Institute, they called it the orientation week, was relaxed and gave me no clue what my actual future here would be like. But there were illuminating moments, which made me soon see the truth.

I had a few appointments with the local medical personnel: two medical assistants, one GP and the resident psychologist, Dr. Petersen. He was a middle-aged man with a calm and professional demeanour. I had a few sessions with him in my orientation week during which he, to my utmost relief, assured me that I didn't have to fear any "healing" or "conversion" attempts concerning my sexuality. On the contrary, his and his colleagues' job would be to help me to come to terms with my own sexuality and guide me in my exploration of it. On a side note, he mentioned something about their task to make sure that I would be able to cope physically and psychologically with the requirements of the Institute. But he was vague on that topic, and I didn't understand the meaning of it until later.

We talked at length about my sexual preferences, wishes, and fetishes. For the first time, I talked openly about my homosexuality, my strong fetish for skimpy, high-cut swim briefs, and my already growing suspicion that I might have a submissive, masochistic inclination. Almost all my sexual fantasies seemed to include orgasm control and denial in one way or the other. What was a little disturbing for me was the fact that Dr. Petersen was able to chart my sexuality very easily and routinely like this, although I myself was just starting to discover it.

During this first week, I also had regular physical exams by the two medical assistants, Alex and Marvin, to check my health status and overall fitness. Both in their mid-twenties, they were not much older than myself and very relaxed and easy-going. Marvin was always calm and controlled, while Alex was the flamboyant type, always moving around and talking non-stop. But he was very compassionate and understanding of my pathological shyness and helped me a lot to adjust to the new environment of the Institute.

Despite them wearing those white doctor's coats, I couldn't miss their well trained and buff physique. Marvin was very much the athletic type, resembling a wrestler or an athlete. Alex's body was more like that of a swimmer, well-defined and proportioned, but not overly muscular. I found them both very attractive and had to constantly hide my erections in my skinny jeans during the physicals, especially since I seemed to perceive something in their behaviour towards each other indicating to me that they were a couple.

The physical examinations always followed the same pattern, and we had some relaxed small talk during that. But in the last session, this and my relationship with Marvin and Alex changed radically. It started with them entering the doctor's office with buttoned-up doctor's coats, which they had never done before. And they seemed to wear short trousers under their coats, because I could see there hairless, smooth calves. I was too shy to mention their strange attire, and so the usual check-up started.

When the last part was done, without any warning or comment, they took off their doctor's coats. My heart skipped a beat! Under those baggy coats, their well-trained upper bodies came into view. And one glance down made all of my blood rush into my genital area: Despite the usual sneakers, the only piece of cloth on their bodies were tiny and very high-cut swim briefs, which they wore very low on their lean hips, adorned with hefty, throbbing bulges, which tented the thin nylon cloth obscenely. I was frozen in shock and didn't dare to even blink so that I wouldn't miss even a millisecond of this horny spectacle in front of me. With their well-proportioned and toned muscular bodies, they resembled Greek statues, which came to life to grace me with their presences.

By now they were grinning openly at me:

"We noticed your looks every session and that you tried to hide that big hard-on in your tight jeans. You find us attractive, don't you?"

Alex took over the speaking part while Marvin was just standing there with folded arms, grinning at me lasciviously. I went crimson with shame because they caught me staring and because my eager cock went straight up to bulge out my jeans in a very obvious way. Alex sat next to me on the reclining bench and put his arm around my shoulder. I felt the warmth of his naked body next to mine, and my breathing went up a notch.

"Hey, you don't have to be ashamed. On the contrary, we take that as a compliment."

He winked at Marvin, who grinned back.

"Your examination results with us and Dr. Petersen are actually very impressive. If you are performing like these charts suggest, you will be the new star of the Institute."

I had no idea what he meant by that, but I was too distracted by my growing horniness to think about it. Alex hugged me a little closer to him and I had to suppress some panting before he stood up and went next to Marvin, putting an arm around his lean waist. They stood before me like two Olympian gods, who decided to have a beach holiday and try to arouse an unsuspecting mortal boy with their favourite skimpy swimwear. Their high-cut swim briefs were obviously made of thin and very stretchable nylon with no inner lining, because I could clearly see the shape and outline of their erect cocks behind the obscenely bulged cloth. I had to swallow a few times, and my eager cock grew fully erect seeing this inviting scenery in front of me, trying to escape my tight jeans, which made for a very appetizing bulge.

They could clearly see the throbbing of my impatient cock, openly checking me out now, while they looked at me with undisguised lust in their eyes.

"You have to get your clothes off too for the final part of the examination. There is one important accessory that is still missing. You'll have to wear it your whole time here at the Institute. But first, let us help you get your shoes off."

I couldn't believe my own eyes, but they knelt in front of me and took my shoes off for me. I would have never believed something like this to be so erotic. I looked down at them, tugging at my shoes in a lascivious way while looking up at me with fire in their eyes. Goosebumps were running up and down my body every time they deliberately touched my calves or knees while my horny cock was getting more impatient for someone to touch it and started to ache with its unyielding hardness in my tight jeans.

When they started to also tug at my jeans, I lifted my hips to enable them to peel them off of me. They indeed had to work for it because my rock hard cock had the effect of blocking their efforts in pulling down my jeans. My unruly cock is indeed very hard and unyielding in its erect state so that it can barely be moved or bent in any direction. After they successfully freed my aching cock from its denim prison, Alex and Marvin could now see how the bikini briefs I was wearing were tented to the maximum by my rampant eager cock. By now my pathological shyness was completely shut down by my feverish arousal, so it didn't even occur to me to object to their lustful advances on my body.

They both eyed in disbelieve my skimpy bikini briefs, which were tented and bulged obscenely by my swollen throbbing cock. In its fully erect state it is somewhat large, about 20 cm long, and slightly curved upwards. And it gets very hard and swollen with a clearly visible bulging urethra on its underside. Alex and Marvin seemed to be captivated completely by the sight of my hard cock tenting my underwear which had a dark patch from my already flowing precum. I could see their high cut swim briefs being stretched with eager throbbing of their own distended cocks. But they didn't make any attempt to touch my raging hard-on, and I was much too shy to outright ask them to.

They stood up after successfully removing my jeans and Alex went over to a cupboard in the office to get some strange object whose purpose I couldn't make out at first. He casually explained that it was a chastity cage which I had to wear all times during my stay with the Institute. He saw right away the rising panic in my eyes and tried to reassure me that it was the normal procedure at the Institute to have every new arrival put one on. While I calmed down a little he also explained how the chastity cage had to be put on and properly worn. Marvin just nodded to Alex' explanation while eyeballing my extremely hard cock throbbing away in its tiny bikini briefs prison.

I didn't really understand at the time what purpose this metal contraption was supposed to have, but I resigned myself to wearing it during my stay here. It was indeed a strange and unusual construction. It didn't resemble a chastity device at all. Instead of a tiny cage which would have made an erection practically impossible it was shaped as a hollow and elastic capsule which exactly fitted around my whole genital area, my cock in its extremely erect state and my testicles. I wondered, how they could know the exact form and shape of my best bits. You put the capsule on by opening it, putting it over the whole genital area from the front and closing its two halves again, covering and enclosing cock and balls in it like a sleeve and clamping around the root of my cock over its shaft and underneath my balls. To hold this sleeve enclosing my cock upward, so it wouldn't press down causing discomfort, it was connected to a system of leather straps which had to be wound around your waist and also through the anal cleft. In this manner it could be worn much like a thong.

This contraption was very strange at first, because it seemed to be the exact opposite of a chastity cage. But as soon as Marvin put it on me, I realized that I had totally misunderstood its purpose. When he opened the capsule to encase my steel hard-cock while grinning devilishly at me, I saw its insides. It was filled with an elastic and at the same time very thin and non-viscous lubricant which seemed to heighten the sensitivity of the skin and created a nice warm feeling around my cock and balls. The inner wall of my new genital prison was fitted with a variety of microscopic applications, which were supposed to stimulate the enveloped cock. Little oddly shaped nubs, that had an arousing massaging effect, and all around them highly flexible and pliant little tentacles, almost hair like, which reacted to the tiniest movement and tremors with fluid like movements. An almost imperceptible movement or vibration was enough to set them off in circular patterns swirling all over my throbbing shaft, the thickly swollen glans and their sensitive ridge and my testicles.

Marvin sent me a mischievous lustful look as he put the capsule on my trembling cock savouring every moment of my lust fuelled anticipation about what was in store for me, while I was panting in horny expectation of contact. Apparently he couldn't hold onto himself any longer because just before closing the capsule over my dripping cock he very sensually and softly stroked with one finger from my anus over my perineum to the root of my cock. I bent over with the mind bending sensation and had to moan loudly and unrestricted. By now I was so horny that I would have leaked a lot of precum on the floor, if not for the sleeve encapsulating my increasingly desperate cock. It seemed to soak up my precum and somehow turned it into the thin and maddeningly sensitizing lubricant which surrounded my cock in the sleeve. A truly devilish system, that made me produce precum which in turn prompted me to produce even more! Marvin grinned in satisfaction of my suffering while Alex tried to impress on me the rules of wearing the chastity ... capsule?:

"During your stay here at the Institute you are required to wear the penis sleeve at all times. The only exceptions are going to the bathroom and sessions with Dr. Petersen. For this you have to notify us to take the sleeve off of you, and we will take great care to not touch you more as absolutely necessary. Other than that, again, you have to wear it at all times! Don't even think about taking it off yourself and having a wank on your own. There are cameras everywhere in the building, and yes, also in your rooms! It is strictly forbidden to take the sleeve off yourself and masturbation is from now on impossible for you. There are punishments for violations of those rules and believe me, you don't want to know them! But if you stick to the rules and be a good boy you will have the time of your life here, believe me, I know."

He looked over to Marvin and they shared a fond smile over shared memories.

During Alex' explanations Marvin had been looking at my encapsulated cock with a hungry expression and deftly teased his own rampant cock in his tight and high cut swim briefs, where a dark spot of his precum had formed. When he couldn't take it any more, he just softly stroked a hand over the capsule's front, from the bottom where it closed over my vibrant testicles to the cone shaped top where my engorged sensitive glans were resting in the devilish lubricant. Immediately all the tiny gelatinous tentacles swirled all over my extremely hard cock, stroking my shaft, licking over the smooth glans, tickling my frenulum in maddeningly soft and randomized movements. For the first time I got the full measure of how unbelievably strong the stimulating effect of this torturous tool was. I almost screamed and went down on my knees moaning and panting like a bitch in heat, while the almost overwhelming stimulation slowly ebbed away. Marvin giggled happily and helped me up again, kissing me on the cheek, what I barely noticed because I was still enraptured by the otherworldly stimulation in my cock sleeve. Alex just laughed:

"It's fantastic, isn't it? You'll love it, trust me! We are done for today and the orientation phase is also over. Next week the real work starts, so you can take this weekend to relax. But remember, don't take the sleeve off!"

Relax my ass! The whole weekend I couldn't think about anything else than my bloated, achingly hard and by now highly sensitive cock. With only little movement I set the hair-like tentacles in motion and they did their dedicated edging torture on my cock with devilish precision. My whole being was focused on the pleasure which was inflicted on my poor yet elated cock. The cruel ingenious apparatus made it impossible for me to get urgently needed relieve from the ever mounting pleasure or to even touch it. I just had to sit up or move my body in one or the other direction and the tentacles swirled all over my most erogenous zones and stimulated them with a mind blowing precision that made me almost go insane with lust.

When I had to use the bathroom for the first time after the sleeve had been put onto me, I had to ring a bell for Alex, who arrived grinning from ear to ear to get the sleeve off for me. Of course when he opened the sleeve he set the tiny tentacles and their merciless teasing of my desperate cock in motion. The hellish tentacles tortured me immediately and I had to hold onto Alex' shoulders to not fall to the ground and moaned and whimpered like a madman. Alex giggled with glee at this spectacle of lust obviously enjoying every moment of it. When he had finally removed the sleeve and the stimulation faded I could take a breath and go to the bathroom. While he watched me through a round little window to make sure I never touched my cock to masturbate myself, I had to wait a long time for my rock hard throbbing cock to soften enough to be able to pee.

This scene repeated itself a few times over the weekend, every time I wanted to use the bathroom or take a shower and sometimes it was Alex, other times Marvin who took the sleeve off for me. They both showed a sadistic pleasure in making me suffer as much horny pleasure as they could during their ceremonial removing of the sleeve. On Monday I was reduced to a zombie-like shell of pent up lust. I really had to force myself to not give in to the overwhelming need to just get my cock out of the torturous sleeve, have a glorious wank and spray my sperm all over the place. After this weekend though I had gotten used to have a permanent hard erection.

In the afternoon I had an appointment with the GP and at first everything started out normal enough. Marek was a calm and quiet man in his mid-thirties, fairly attractive with his broad grin, hairless head and well trained body that I could make out under his doctor's coat. He ignored the cock sleeve and my state of extreme arousal while continuing his medical check-ups of my cardiovascular system, my lungs, reflexes and my 'receptive and responsive stimulation reactions, as he put it. For that he fastened electrodes all over my body and connected them to a futuristic machine to send barely noticeable electric shocks through my body. Marek explained to me, that the machine registered my reactions to the tiny electrical pulses. It wasn't bad at all, just a little tingling here and there, but enough to make my body move a tiny fraction on its own, which of course made the adored and hated tentacles in my cock sleeve move again and torture my poor desperate cock even more during this procedure.

Finally he took the cursed sleeve off of my highly aroused and marble like rigid cock. Instinctively I tensed and held my breath to brace myself against the onslaught of pleasure on my poor overstimulated cock, as all the tiny tentacles at once wriggled and swirled over my bloated and by now highly sensitive cock. When Marek opened the sleeve, my pulsing cock, dripping with lubricant and precum came into view. Marek just grinned at me and carried on with the procedure. He must have been used to this sight of rigid horny cocks working here but I'm sure that he removed the sleeve as slow and teasingly as possible to prolong my pleasure torture as much as he could. But he was also very careful to not make me cum.

After the sleeve had finally come off and my body's shivering and trembling from the overwhelming stimulation had worn off, he let me get up from the padded recliner and put another round of electrodes directly onto my rock hard cock and the area around my anus. But before he made sure to thoroughly shave my whole genital and anal area, so the electrodes would stick properly to my naked skin. I had been shaving myself there already before, but not regularly and not with that careful precision. Marek was doing the job with an astonishing attention to detail, using the brush to spread the shaving foam over my testicles and throbbing shaft with sadistic glee. When he continued to softly stroke my perineum with the brush I had to bite my lips not to scream in lustful ecstasy. That was a totally new experience for me. I had no idea that shaving could be so intimate and erotic.

Marek took his time placing the electrodes on my cock and anus. One he placed directly on my frenulum, also some on my, from a week of orgasm denial, full and ripe balls and even my perineum and the sensitive cleft between my inner thighs and the root of my cock was decorated with a pattern of them. He was very careful in doing that and tried to touch my pulsing, dripping, rock hard cock as less as possible. To fasten the electrodes on my anus I had to bend over with wide spread legs so that my anus lay wide open. Marek put the electrodes in a ring around my sphincter. Those special electrodes were shaped like raindrops and the pointed end was placed on the sphincter itself.

By now I was already consumed with lust and need. I wanted him to stimulate me again so bad, so that I had no resistance left in me. As soon as Marek switched the machine on, I could feel a wonderful tingling sensation on my anus, all over my hard throbbing cock, my taught frenulum, the freshly shaved balls and my perineum. I had never tried estim before, so this sensation was unknown to me. It was unbelievably horny, the way it tickled and tingled.

Marek then came closer to have a better look at my now constantly dripping brutally hard cock and I went crimson once again. With those very stimulating electric pulses it tried to get even harder and the urethra on the underside of my shaft had bulged up more than ever before. The foreskin had completely retracted and the glans were engorged and shiny like a ripe apple.

His reaction to my blushing surprised me:

"Don't worry Leo. This is a normal procedure for every new incomer here at the Institute. And your reaction to it, or to be more precise, the reaction of your penis," he grinned again, "is indeed very promising. Although I am surprised by the hardness and rigidity of your erection and also the amount of precum you are producing. I didn't expect the estim to be this effective."

I was too confused and my mind too consumed with lust to wonder about his apparent intention to measure the amount of my arousal by estim. He smiled at me.

"Everything is alright, I promise. This examination is different from the ones in your orientation week. Today is all about your physical reaction to specific pleasure inducing stimuli. So if your penis gets hard and produces precum this is a normal part of the procedure. And also I have to say that you don't have any reason to be ashamed about your penis. It's gorgeous and absolutely beautiful. It fits your bodily proportions perfectly and seems to be very sensitive."

As strange as it may sound, his sexual compliment was distracting me a little from my own shame but it also confused me at the same time. Was he flirting with me? He just continued his warm smile but his eyes looked down with an expression of awe on my big, impossibly hard and swollen cock which twitched with the continued electrical pulses in growing urgent need.

Actually I had a very negative view on my own body at that time. I thought of myself to be too thin and small, although I am 1,70 m tall and have a slightly toned body. All the cool guys at my former school were big, muscular and sportive which I envied them for. My nipples are my nemesis, because they are very sensitive and react immediately to any soft contact. Stroking and pinching them could induce extreme arousal but I had to wear some nipple protection against chafing when I was doing sports. And my overactive eager cock was a constant source of embarrassment. With 20 cm it looks big and since my puberty I knew it could get absolutely rigid and marble like hard in its erect state. The urethra bulges out on the underside of the hard shaft and the foreskin completely retracts to show the swollen glans and their protruding ridges. What filled me with shame in front of other boys at school would prove to be optimal conditions for what awaited me in the Institute.

Marek's compliments were supposed to flatter me. But I was still very naïve, inexperienced and unconfident about my sexuality. I remained somewhat shocked with the bizarre situation and didn't react at all.

He switched the machine off and took all of the electrodes off of me (to my regret, which surprised me). He let me sit in a gynaecological chair with wide spread legs which he placed on the mounted stirrups (as I later learned they were called). That way my still hard and throbbing cock and anus lay wide open and accessible. I followed his instructions without questioning. Later Dr. Petersen explained to me that this was part of my submissive masochistic preference.

Then Marek pushed very carefully and following close observation of my reactions a thin metal rod into my urethra (a sounding rod as I learned later), after disinfecting and lubricating it of course. It went in fairly easy and surprisingly without any discomfort. My cock was still extremely hard and highly aroused and eager because of Marek touching it. Then he fetched a metal plug with an attached cable at its end which he inserted in my anus after following the same procedure of disinfection and lubrication. At first I feared it would be painful; I never had any anal toy inside me before. But he was so gentle and considerate that I only felt the strange but arousing feeling of my anal sphincter being stretched. And when it was fully in after passing its widest point I felt it pressing against my prostate in a formerly unknown but pleasurable sensation. I had tried some fingering before during masturbation but I was never able to locate and stimulate my prostate myself. Now I experienced for the first time how very arousing this feeling could be.

My cock remained rock hard and proudly erect, the inserted sounding rod bobbing up and down with my cock's eager throbbing. Marek leaned in more closely to get a good look.

"Wow Leo, your cock is really incredibly hard! Is it always like this when its erect?"

"Yeah, normally it is", I mumbled, still a little ashamed about my uncontrolled horniness being on display like this.

"And does it stay like this all the time or just when you are extremely horny?"

"It's always like this, when I'm horny." I went crimson again.

He grinned at me. "You lucky guy. You are perfect for the Institute!"

I didn't know of course what to make of that. I didn't know yet, what they were already planning to do to me. Now I know of course, that I had just demonstrated my extreme sensitivity to anal and urethral stimulation which they would use mercilessly against me to pleasure torture me out of my mind.

Marek adjusted the stirrups in such a way that he had optimal access to my genital area and anus. My buttocks were on the padded edge of the seat and the anal plug pressed excitingly against my prostate from the inside. My highly aroused cock, which had been hard and throbbing this whole time, was now protruding in a steep angle from my lower body and the inserted sounding rod stretched my urethra in a pleasurable way. My own nervousness and sense of shame was suppressed by my high arousal and I felt the growing desire for Marek to take hold of my hard cock and jerk me off to a glorious orgasm. But of course I didn't tell him that. Marek himself seemed to be very aroused by the whole situation as well, because he showed a big and hefty bulge in his trousers by now which he didn't even try to hide.

Marek connected the inserted plug in my anus via its cable with the machine he had used before on me and explained, that he would gather data of my reactions to the stimulation of my urethra and prostate. He would program the machine to emit light electrical pulses through the sounding rod and plug to my urethra and anus and then measure the impact on and reaction of my body. Before I could even ask him how that would work with the metal rod in my urethra because it was not connected to the machine, he had already mounted a thicker grooved metal rod across my lower body which he fastened on both stirrups. He then connected the rod with another cable from the machine and at last ever so carefully lifted my achingly hard cock up and put it down again so that the upper part of the inserted sounding rod was securely fitted into a crevice of the grooved metal rod across my lower body.

I couldn't suppress a lustful moan when he touched my desperate cock. Also the sounding was producing a new exciting pressure in my urethra being held up by the metal rod and pushed down by the weight of my cock. And the estim hadn't even begun yet! I had no idea at this point what monumental pleasure was about to be inflicted on me.

Marek stood now beside the machine, his trousers obscenely tented with his own eager erection and grinned wickedly at me.

"Have fun." He winked and flipped the switch.

Immediately a deep moan forced its way out of me and I threw my head back in ecstasy. I felt the electric current flowing in my rectum and urethra, stronger and more stimulating than before with the electrodes. Before it had just been regular pulses but now I felt regularly changing waves and patterns of stimulation. At the urethral opening the current produced a tickling sensation and the whole length of my urethra seemed to be itching and tingling. But most effective was the estim in my rectum because the metal plug was directly placed over my ripe and buzzing prostate. In a never ending flow it was battered with electric waves and pulses which made my prostate blossom and explode in ecstasy. I almost couldn't take it, so unbelievably arousing was its effect.

I panted, moaned and whimpered and felt myself already coming near the edge to a mind blowing orgasm. My cock throbbed and pulsed in extreme arousal but lying securely in a crevice of the grooved metal rod the sounding rod couldn't really move around and escape the contact to break the electric current. So it had to remain where it was and my poor desperate cock just had to take the increasing pleasure onslaught. And as I discovered early on, this only turned me on even more. While I was lying in the gynaecological chair, my prostate and cock electrically stimulated in a fiendish pleasure torture, I was catapulted into dimensions of arousal and lust that I hadn't thought possible before. I wanted, needed, to achieve orgasm and spray my sperm everywhere in an overwhelming explosion of desire. And I felt this very moment coming nearer and nearer, when suddenly, everything stopped abruptly.

My already rock hard cock had become even harder and more rigid than before which made it rise up a little. That made the sounding rod lose contact with the grooved metal rod which broke the electrical circuit and therefore the ongoing electrical stimulation of my cock and prostate came to a halt. My impossibly swollen cock was standing up straight and trembling, desperately seeking more and stronger stimulation to enable him to climb the road to orgasm again. I only whimpered and sobbed a little in impossible frustration and looked over to Marek, begging with my eyes.

He just calmly smiled and pointed at my still trembling cock on the height of its arousal. After a few moments I understood, when its monumental rigidity due to lack of stimulation ceased a little which made it go down again a fraction and thus make contact with the metal rod over my body again. Immediately the electric current flowed again and flooded my urethra and prostate again with pleasurable stimulation. Again those very sensitive parts of my body were subjected to overwhelming pleasure torture and I was confronted with dimensions of lust and arousal which were too much to bear. My eyes rolled back in my head and I panted desperately for air, which my trembling body, delirious with lust, so urgently needed. But everything ended again after only a short time when my ecstatic cock gained more rigidity again and broke the electrical circuit. I had lost control of my own body at this point and was half sitting up when the tormenting stimulation ceased and I fell back in the seat, sobbing and wailing. I was torn between relieve and frustration and my eyes, foggy with delirious horniness, met Marek's.

He bent down again and whispered to me with a trembling voice filled with lust:

"This examination is about determining how much sexual stimulation you can take. The machine will put you through one cycle after the other, no pause no orgasm! And this is only a small foretaste to the pleasure tortures which await you here in the Institute. You may think, that this is already unbearable, but the future torture sessions and orgasm denials will be so much worse. Even if you can't take the ongoing stimulation and your own extreme arousal any more there will be no mercy or even decrease. There will always be more intensive and devilish forms of pleasure torment, without ever letting you cum. You will be stimulated, teased and edged without mercy or release, because we want it and you want it as well, even so you are not ready yet to accept that. Do you understand Leo?"

I could only nod, too weak for anything else, but that seemed to satisfy him.

Again and again the relentless stimulation cycle started when the sound made contact with the metal rod to send new waves of electricity through my highly aroused urethra and prostate and then stopped when my maddeningly hard and pulsing cock stood up, desperate and trembling, so the electric current was disrupted. The cycles repeated itself, again and again, and I was sure I would go insane if this continued for much longer. The electrical stimulation was never enough to get me to the much longed for threshold of orgasm, but it was strong enough to keep my urethra and prostate in a permanent state of extreme arousal. Marek even programmed the machine in such a way, that the regular waves and pulses changed to irregular patterns so that I could never adjust to the ceaseless stimulation. He even fixed my upper body and arms to the gynaecological chair because I increasingly lost control of my own body at this point and its trembling and twitching under the onslaught of pleasure threatened to damage Marek's equipment. The fixation even heightened my arousal because now I couldn't even vent my extreme arousal and horniness with physical movement. I was rendered absolutely immovable and helpless against the pleasure cycles. And what Marek probably already guessed: It turned me on like crazy!

After about an hour of this ceaseless pleasure torture I was exhausted and reduced to a whimpering moaning being, only focused on its overwhelming sexual need. My body trembled with unbearable need and exhaustion. My belly had become a veritable lake of sweat and most of all precum, that still poured steadily out of my impossibly hard cock. As strange as it sounds during this whole torment I never once protested against Marek's machinations or even begged him for orgasm. Even without his hints about my future role in the Institute I would have accepted everything he inflicted upon me and more. My submissive masochistic preference had taken full control by now and didn't allow me any resistance. And as I gradually became aware during the hellish tease and denial cycles: I didn't really want the pleasure torture to end. There was a still small but growing voice in me that said: Tease me, edge me, torture me more! Make me suffer! Make me go insane with horniness and arousal!

I now began to understand what my stay in the Institute would actually be about.

Marek had observed my ongoing pleasure torment and writhing in horny agony with increasing interest. He continuously reprogrammed the machine according to my reactions to the electric waves and pulses that flooded my urethra and prostate with lust and remained watchful about any signs of dangerous effects of the estim. He circled my chair like a hunter its prey and took great sadistic pleasure in my whimpering and sobbing while I was in the throes of unbearable all consuming lust. As much as I was still able to, I followed his movements and saw that his arousal must have been on extreme levels as well, because his trousers were obscenely tented by now. And when he couldn't take it himself any more he took all his clothes off and only left his underwear on, a thin stretchable thong. His lean and hairless toned body made me blush in desire and the very thin, almost transparent and high cut thong looked very sexy on him. It must have been very stretchable because his rampant cock bulged it out obscenely. The thin and stretched material was already soaked through with his leaking precum.

He walked up to the gynaecological chair, where I was simmering in my own sexual agony of hellish tease and denial, and looked down on me with a hungry expression in his eyes. He began to tenderly massage my nipples while his rock hard erection tented his sexy little thong even more. As if in horny trance he let his hands wander all over my body, already slick and wet with sweat and precum, and his voice was only a hoarse whisper:

"You are so incredibly sexy Leo! Your moaning, screaming and sobbing in this pleasure chair with your rock hard dripping cock is the sexiest, horniest thing I ever saw in my life. There were others in this chair before, but never anyone so perfect. You are going to be the best addition to the Institute we ever had!"

I was barely aware of my surroundings any longer, so his voice didn't really register with me. But it would have been meaningless to me at this point anyhow. I was already lost in an ocean of sexual pleasure, where mighty waves of lust and arousal flooded my nervous system again and again and rolled over me, while I was desperately trying not to drown. I moaned, whimpered and screamed from pent up lust which increased with every pleasure cycle inflicted upon me and which I was unable to release.

Marek's estim machine from hell dictated the rhythm of my sexual agony. I dreaded and longed for it at the same time, when the sounding rod in my cock made contact with the metal rod across my lower body in ever repeating cycles and thus sending shock waves of electricity through my unbearably tingling and itching urethra and engorged sensitive prostate. My obscenely swollen and ridiculously hard cock then rose from its resting position due to the newly induced sexual pleasure and the maddening electrical waves and pulses on my urethra and prostate ceased, giving me some moments of rest from the overwhelming stimulation. But after one or two minutes of trembling, throbbing and leaking my cock, desperately seeking any kind of stimulation, lost a little of its extreme rigidity and slowly went down again, inevitably on its path to restore contact between the inserted sounding rod and the metal rod over my body. And every time I couldn't hold back my anguished begging and screaming to make it stop or finally let me cum. And when the two metal rods made contact again, the whole cycle of pleasure and hell started again.

My anus and prostate were highly sensitive by now and especially my prostate felt as if it had grown in size. My urethra was in more than one sense electrified. There was no pain or skin irritation but by now it seemed to consist only of overstimulated nerve endings that only registered sexual stimulation and arousal. I was exhausted by the ongoing pleasure torture and its strain on my body, so that I was only barely able to raise my head a little to get a look at my tormented cock. What I saw made me almost recoil in shock: It was swollen and engorged like never before and all the veins on the skin were slightly bulging out. The shaft was brutally hard and rigid, the urethra on its underside clearly visible. The foreskin drawn back tautly so that the spongy, also tightly swollen glans were bare, shining like a jewel from the steadily leaking precum which oozed out of the urethral opening, all around the inserted sounding rod, and ran down the shaft in a constant stream of sticky fluid that by now covered the chair I was sitting on and dripped down from there onto the floor. My mercilessly pleasure tortured cock was a monument of desperate horniness and unbearable arousal, constantly twitching and throbbing as if to beg me to let him finally explode in a otherwordly orgasm. But I was helpless, powerless, and could only watch, sobbing and whimpering, how one cycle after the other inflicted unthought levels of arousal and lust on me.

Marek still stood beside me. His also throbbing and leaking cock seemed to almost tear through the soaked pouch of his skimpy thong. He started a sensual massage of my slick and heaving body in its restraints using my own precum as lubricant while paying special attention to my sensitive nipples. This heightened my arousal even more of course. And now there was no pause in the stimulation even when the electric current was cut off. His ministrations helped my cock to remain rigid and impossibly engorged even longer than before, which meant of course, that the electric stimulation was also disrupted for a longer time with the inserted sounding rod being away from the metal rod for a longer time. This had a devastating effect on me, because the dreaded moment, when the sounding rod would make contact again and the excruciating pleasure torment which would be mercilessly inflicted on me would begin anew, was now delayed even more and my panic grew accordingly.

I even began to hyperventilate a little and to struggle in my restrains In the chair. Marek noticed at once despite his own high state of arousal and stroked my head and chest in a soothing manner.

"Relax Leo, relax. Everything's alright, nothing will hurt you here. It's just pleasure, wonderful pleasure. Do you want it to stop Leo? Do you want me to shut off the machine?"

Almost insane with inhumane need I just stared at him with wide eyes as if I didn't understand a word of what he said. But then I shook my head like a madman and, to my own surprise, started wailing:

"Ohhhhh pleeeeeeeeease! Please, noooooooo! Please let me cum, pleeeeeease! Don't shut it off, pleeease! Tease me more, harder! Make me suffer! Make me cuuuummmmm!!!"

As soon as I uttered that litany of lust, Marek's concerned look changed again to a sadistic grin, which made my heart pound even faster, and whispered in my ear:

"You are unbearably horny and you want, you need, to spray your semen everywhere, right? I will never and under no circumstances ever hurt you Leo, but I will make you suffer in edging hell! And it will be so overwhelming, that it is really unbearable, but it is still lust and arousal. I inflicted so much on you the last one and a half hour. But I have all the data I need by now. I will give you what you desire so desperately. Just lean back, relax and let it happen. Don't try to push or work for it. Let it grow in you and run its course. I will reprogram the machine to take you to the very edge of the most incredible orgasm you have ever experienced in your life."

Him describing my helplessness and my subjugation to his merciless pleasure torture made me shiver in a deep felt pleasure. He turned to the machine and changed its settings. His throbbing, rock hard cock in its thin cotton prison stood out in his way, like the ram of an ancient battle ship. I licked my lips looking at his shapely buttocks, framed by the sexy thong. I wanted to get my hands on them and to lick his hard throbbing cock. When he finished reprogramming the machine, I felt the change immediately. The electric waves and pulses were not random any more, but followed regular patterns. And to my horror and despair I soon discovered that the cursed machine had learned from my prior reactions to the electric stimulation and pleasure torture and used this knowledge to drive me to new heights of arousal and overwhelming horniness. It simulated my prostate and urethra with such renewed enthusiasm and sadistic precision, that the past pleasure torment seemed to be just a warm up exercise. With the gained detailed knowledge the machine was now not only able to get me as close as possible to the edge of the most monumental orgasm of my young life but also to keep me there for a very long time. Only then did I realize that Marek never said anything about actually guiding me over that edge to orgasm. I sobbed in utter despair that the hellish edging torment would continue and get even worse than before. I didn't thought it would be possible to make a human being experienced and receive that much arousal and lust like I had to endure. But I was wrong.

I think it was in that moment, that the last protective walls I had built around my mind during my lifetime came crumbling down. I had a sort of epiphany about my life and the painful experiences I had to make: always being a shy and guarded boy and just taking everything the bullies at school had thrown at me, letting myself be controlled by my parents and never questioning them, always being aroused by the sight of the other boys in swimming club, taking down their skimpy competition briefs and letting the water run down their smooth athletic bodies, imagining them during my masturbation sessions to stroke lick and fondle me with hands, lips and tongues, without letting my ever reach orgasm. I had been ashamed and frightened by my feelings and desires before, but now the voice, that had been small and almost undetectable at the start of this pleasure torment, was now loud and clear.

"This is what you want, what you need. This is heaven on earth. Accept it and be happy that you have been given this gift."

This moment of clarity made me actually calm down and I could follow Marek's suggestion to just let go. He still stood beside my chair, where I was helplessly exposed to the ongoing pleasure torment, and massaged my chest and upper body. But now I had regained some control over myself, although the need to orgasm and explode in a shower of sperm was still all consuming. I noticed that Marek's throbbing cock behind his soaked through cotton prison was, if by choice or accident, almost in contact with my fixated right hand which I could move a little bit. All I could do was to put my thumb and index finger on each side of his protruding glans under the cloth and rub over them in slow circular motions. Now I had the chance for some payback and moved extra slow to heighten his arousal but to not make him cum. He reacted immediately to my stimulation of his glans, moaning and undulating his slender hips to make me speed up my rubbing. But I wanted him to have a taste of his own medicine so I reduced my rubbing instead to an almost imperceptible movement. He panted in pure ecstasy, begging me with his eyes to continue tormenting him. He rubbed his precum soaked pouch over my frozen hand, begging me like this to continue. Only after some cruel waiting time I continued to slowly rub his glans for him.

Now we tormented each other with unbearable pleasure: He with his hellish machine, which had me stuck on the edge of orgasm, and me with my continuous circular rubbing of his sensitive glans through the thin cotton cloth, which was floating on a film of his own oozing precum. We continued like this for maybe half an hour with just a short break, when Marek fetched something to drink for us to replenish our drained fluids.

At a certain point during this ongoing moaning, whimpering, sobbing and begging I discovered that my body's reaction to the electric stimulation seemed to change. It was as if those huge waves of lust flooding me with each pleasure cycle were accumulating and building up in my body, fusing to a gigantic looming wave about to break. And with each pleasure cycle Marek was inflicting upon me my desperate hope changed more and more into eager ecstatic anticipation that at the end of my suffering this gigantic wave of lust would come crushing down and make me cum in unspeakable ecstasy. I fervently hoped and prayed to stay conscious to be able to fully experience this cosmic orgasm. With each pleasure cycle my cock, eager for ever more stimulation, remained a little longer in its monumentally hard and rigid state, desperately throbbing and twitching, hungry for more electric stimulation from the sounding rod and metal plug in my anus. At this point I had already produced epic amounts of precum, dripping down my body and covering the whole seat of the gynaecological chair, and from there in a small lake on the floor underneath it. I knew I could produce an impressive quantity of precum but this huge amount shocked me. My prostate and Cowper's fluid producing glands seemed to be working overtime and especially my prostate seemed to be swollen from the constant edging and denial which made it even more sensitive for simulation of course.

I began to feel my salvation coming nearer and nearer, ever so slowly. But I was determined to get through to the end, to experience the most ecstatic orgasm I ever had. Marek was at the end of his endurance as well, panting desperately. He seemed to exercise huge self control to not rub his monumentally tented thong on my teasing hand. We were both united in our moaning, whimpering and screaming while our bodies were vibrating with unbridled lust.

Marek realized that I was nearing my own orgasm. He concentrated now on my sensitive nipples, pinching, licking and kissing them, while I changed my own edging technique by placing my thumb directly on his frenulum and my index finger on the upper side of his overstimulated glans and continuing my circular motion there. It was almost too much for him, his body jerking as if he had a seizure from the pleasure onslaught. But he continued to present his eager twitching cock to me for more edging torture.

We both knew our final moments of ecstasy were drawing near. My cock was so monumentally rigid and hard by now that its constant throbbing and twitching was almost imperceptible and it spent much more time now away from the metal rod over my body than in contact with it. I was sure that it wouldn't take much more pleasure cycles to induce an orgasm just from that. But Marek was determined to help me along. He grinned at me wickedly and I trembled in ecstatic anticipation and dread at the same time knowing what he was about to do. Dramatically he lifted just one finger, placed it carefully on the shaft of my dripping, ridiculously engorged cock and pressed it down.

What happened then, I could only compare to the likes of a supernova. The sounding rod in my urethra made firm and lasting contact with the metal rod over my body because Marek kept it there. The electric waves and pulses washed over and through me as strong as before, battering and massaging my urethra and prostate. My whole body shook and writhed in the chair in this mighty pleasure onslaught and my fingers danced over Marek's swollen throbbing glans behind his skimpy thong. My orgasm came nearer and nearer, and I was sure I would explode like a volcano. But Marek intervened again. He carefully and slowly pushed his finger, with which he pressed my cock down, up the shaft until it was directly over my frenulum where he stopped. And then he just rubbed it once in a calculated circular motion.

That was all it took. I came, catapulted into a blinding light of all encompassing explosive ecstasy. The huge pent up lust, which had stacked up in me for so long, finally came crushing down, rushing through and over me, drowning me in it. And the only way out was my poor tortured cock which was now hard and rigid like marble. Shaft and glans swelled up even more, which seemed to be impossible, a mighty shudder went through it the whole length and then it became more like a loose fire hose than a male genital. In deep contractions it sprayed my pent up sperm everywhere, with such pressure and in such quantities which I never had thought possible before. In an almost uninterrupted stream of liquid ecstasy it fountained upwards, covering me, the gynaecological chair and the wall behind me.

I could only scream, scream in pure lust, joy and happiness. I existed only for and in this moment, experiencing the utmost heights of sexual pleasure and fulfilment. Even when my voice broke my ecstatic cock still spewed fountains of semen, slowly getting smaller. The sounding rod had long been pushed out of my urethra by the flood of sperm when Marek added his own liquid joy to the mess, made to ejaculate on my body by my twitching shivering hand. He also screamed in joy and his own sperm shot and soaked through his tiny thong in astonishing amounts. I was still captivated by my own ecstatic rapture but was somehow still able to uphold the stimulation of his jubilant cock.

It took our cocks about half a minute to get through the heights of this incredible orgasm. We were breathing heavily as if we had run two marathons and I was totally exhausted. Happy, but exhausted. And like Marek said before: This was only a fraction of the unbearable pleasure tortures that awaited me.

I was drowsy and was about to fall asleep from sheer exhaustion, limp and with closed eyes, when Marek tenderly whispered into my ear: "Welcome to the Institute."