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*This is a work of fiction and all characters are over the age of 18.*

*This story is set in the near future.*

She could certainly take other measures to discourage masturbation. She could punish him in a myriad of methods every time he did and then study how well each method worked to change his behavior, but she was curious what other ways there might be. She figured she would just give him some pain every time he did, but what she found online fascinated her.

The very first thing she discovered was a thing call a chastity cage. They seemed to come in all kinds of shapes and sizes and made out of different material. She read pages on their use and fitting and got incredibly aroused by it. Again, she attempted to ignore that arousal and just pursue this as part of the study. That is all it was. She needed to be open to new ideas of enforcement of protocols, and the more that this subject did not have foreknowledge of, the better.

She found a site that did overnight custom metal work, for a price of course, but they had plenty of grant money for that sort of thing. She read the instructions on proper measurement and then looked up at the subject. He was lying on the bed mumbling and seeming not able to hold himself still. She pressed a button that would lower shackles from the ceiling in the center of the room right over a drain in the floor.

She then depressed the intercom button.

“Subject 8472, stand in the center of the room and place your wrists in the restraints.”

William startled at the loud voice that he felt like he hadn’t heard in a week. If the meager amount of food he had been given wasn’t still arriving he was starting to think that he was abandoned and would die here. He had lost track of time that first day and night, but the light and dark times now were so irregular that any sense he had at all was completely gone. He ate whenever there was food, but didn’t take any time cues from it. He was all the time hungry and it never seemed enough. He slept when he fell asleep but felt like he spent most of his time awake just trying to keep his brain engaged.

He had woken up a few days (?) ago, or maybe a week, with a very strong erection. It had taken a little while, but while being effectively ignored, he had sort of lost his embarrassment over being nude. When he wondered about the pretty young woman on the other side of the glass, he would be reminded of it, but as the time dragged on, in a way, he sort of forgot that she was there. He hadn’t wondered much of reaching down and touching his erection at the time. And when he did, and felt all of those nerve endings come alive, he found he just didn’t care. It felt too good.

He had never really been a regular masturbator. Sure, he had done it, pretty much all men did, but he did not do it regularly, especially as he got older. But this time, well….it was the first truly pleasant thing he had felt since being confined to this room and he couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to stop. He orgasmed, making a mess all over his chest and stomach, and simply didn’t care because of how good it felt. And that was all that was needed.

He had absolutely nothing else to do in here, except when the TV was on showing food to torture him. When that happened, he would watch anyway, he was so starved for stimulus. But he discovered that it cycled the same material over and over again and eventually got bored with it and watched less.

Masturbation became his new entertainment. He learned to slow down while doing it and extending it longer to enjoy the pleasant sensations, but it all the time ended with an orgasm. He lived for them now.

He noticed now the shackles descending from the ceiling where they had been hidden away behind a secure panel. There was another secure panel on the wall he knew that held things for the researchers to use as needed. He felt a spike of fear at the command. It would be the first time he would be bound and thought what she had in store for him. He was pretty sure it wouldn’t be pleasant, hence the fear, but at the same time, he knew he didn’t really have a choice. He could try to refuse and he knew one way or another he would end up there anyway, and there was a part of him that was actually excited for it. Not because the wondered of being strung up and helpless was exciting, but because it was something new and different. And he would most likely get to see Dr. Kimball – another human, for the first time. All of that change at once made him want to do it. To break the monotony.

He hopped out of bed, feeling almost giddy with the excitement of something new, and placed his hands into the cold metal shackles over his head. A moment later, after Dr. Kimball pressed another button, the shackles tightened around his wrists, securing him firmly. He then heard the winch motor as the chain attaching them to the ceiling was pulled tight. Though it didn’t stop there, it pulled until he was standing only on his tip toes before stopping. It put an awful strain on his shoulders.

Sophia made some notes after watching the subject nearly bound out of bed and into position. Looking at his vitals, he seemed to be in an excited state. Not aroused, but like he was looking forward to whatever was coming. She surmised correctly that it was because it was something new after the days of solitude.

Her breathing became a little elevated as she tightened the chain and stretched his body until he was standing on his toes. Completely helpless and his masculine nude body exposed to whatever she wanted to do. She too felt excitement at the prospects it presented, but in her case, some arousal accompanied it. She ignored that.

She made him wait for a few minutes, just watching him, and trying to examine and compartmentalize her own mind. It was okay to have some of these feelings that she was having, but she needed to separate them from the work she needed to do so she didn’t color the study too much. He just…he looked so fantastic bound and vulnerable and waiting on her whims.

She went to the supply closet and pulled out a tape measure and then went down the hallway to the door to the confinement room. She was dressed daily casually in jeans and a blouse, but also had her white lab coat on of course. She stopped outside the door to put on a pair of latex gloves.

She used her key card to open the door and stepped into the room. The subject stared at her almost longingly. His first contact in days. He looked even better in person. She decided to hurry to do what she came for first and walked up to him and knelt down. She held the tape measure up to his penis, measuring the length and then wrapping it around to measure the girth, pulling out a notepad to record the records. She noted his gasp at the incidental touch as well, wondered she tried to minimize it. Satisfied that she got the measurements she needed for the cage, she stood back up and looked him in the eyes.

“How are you feeling, Subject 8472?” she asked.

William had watched her come in like a man that had never seen a woman before. He had never noticed just how incredibly attractive she was. He was shocked when she immediately knelt on the floor with a tape measure and measured his genitals and was baffled for the reason why, but he felt so out of sorts that he couldn’t even speak. She stood back up and looked him in the eyes, from only a foot away. He could feel how much power she had over him and he could feel his cock begin to stir now that the initial shock was gone.

“I…not well, but better now that you are here. Please…stay with me a while? Are… are you going to hurt me now?” he asked.

Sophia was wearing heels and they clicked on the concrete floor as she walked around him examining his body head to toe, feeling such a rush of power over him. His voice was a bit broken but hopeful that she would not leave him alone again right away. He even asked if she was gonna hurt him and the wondered sent a thrill through her.

She came back around in front of him and in her clinical voice said, “Subject 8472, if I gave you the choice of being left alone, or facing pain, which would you choose?”

William didn’t hesitate. “Pain,” he said simply, feeling his fear rise, but desperately not wanting to be alone.

Sophia smiled, looking at him for a moment, before gonna the locked panel on the wall and opening it…

NSFW: yes

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