Cherrypop Enterprise

Chapter 1

Probation

The contract was three pages long, riddled with bullets of terms and conditions. Jacob skipped to the last page and found what he was looking for printed in bold, money. The man sitting across the table slid a pen to him. With no hesitation, the 21-year-old boy put down his signature and handed back the pen and the contract. He was finally employed and a "property" of Cherrypop Enterprise.

"Perfect," the man across from him said, "follow me so you can start as soon as possible."

The man, Yaz, Jacob just remembered, got up from his seat and buttoned his suit. Jacob followed him into an elevator. Yaz swiped a card and pressed the button for basement six. "As you can see, there are forty floors in total and you can only go from one floor to another if you have this access card," Yaz said. The elevator bell chimed and the door slid open. "Which means," Yaz continued, "that you will be escorted every time you go up or down until you get your own Id."

Jacob got out of the elevator and followed Yaz through a long corridor. Basement six was white and empty, resembling a hospital. "Where are we going?" Jacob asked, becoming slightly uncomfortable in the eerie silence. They stopped in front of a double door and Yaz beckoned him to enter.

"Here we are," Yaz said as if he did not hear Jacob. "This is where I leave you," he continued. "You will have your medical as well as receive a uniform for your probationary period. I'll see you in two months."

Jacob walked into the room, his eyes immediately assaulted by the bright light. "You must be Jacob," he heard a voice say. Even without seeing, Jacob knew it came from an old man. Indeed, it was. When his eyes finally adjusted he saw an old man in a lab coat offering to shake his hand. "I'm Dr. Kalvochov," the old man introduced himself, "People here call me 'Doc Kal'. I've been a resident doctor here since, well… since the founding of the company. I've had a long career, going to war and treating soldiers… Anyway, you're not here for that," Dr. Kalvochov said, snapping back to reality. "Sorry, let's begin. Please, undress and put your clothes on the table there," the doctor said, pointing at the clear table on the corner of the room.

Jacob was a high school athlete and was used to this type of medical exam. He was proud of his physic, often walking naked around the locker for his teammates to admire. He stripped down and exposed his hung balls to the cold air, and tossed his clothes to the side. The doctor paid no attention and busied himself writing something on a piece of paper.

Jacob listened to the unconscious rambling of the old man while he got his height and weight taken. Dr. Kalvochov asked a few questions about his health, placed a stethoscope on his chest and on his back, and asked him to breathe in and out, just like a regular physical.

"We are almost finished," Dr. Kalvochov said, "just a few more things." He went to his table and pulled out a surgical glove. "I will cup your testicles in my hand to check for hernia or any lumps," he said, slowly putting the glove on.

Jacob breathed out and reminded himself that this was just procedure. They did this to him too when he enrolled in the army. “Just take it and be done with it,” he said to himself. He opened his legs and gasped as the cold thin hands fondled his balls. He felt the pressure of the hand squeezing one testicle and then the other. Finally, he breathed out again as the hands withdrew.

"Nothing to worry about," Dr. Kalvachov said, "you are in excellent form. Now, for the final step, please sit here." The doctor tapped his wrinkled hand on the gynecologist's chair and sat on a wheeled stool beside it. When the young blonde boy sat on the chair, Dr. Kalvochov raised the metal support and strapped each of the muscular legs to the braces.

"What is this for?" Jacob asked, alarmed. He never did this in all the physicals he had. He tried moving his legs but the straps were tight against his thick thigh and ankle.

The braces were lifted higher until Jacob’s legs were perpendicular and his hairy ass was exposed to the elements. After the legs, Dr. Kolvochov raised the support for the arms but Jacob would not put his arms on them. "This is for your urinalysis and colonoscopy. I will get some samples from you and have them tested for infections, parasites, and diseases. The chair and the straps provide the ideal position and security for this procedure."

The medical jargon made no sense to Jacob and would probably not make any more sense if he asked so he surrendered his arms and Dr. Kolvochov strapped them tightly to the braces. He pulled his entire body up to test the leather restraints but the straps kept him securely in place. Naked and helpless, he was at the mercy of the old man.

"Let us start with the urinalysis first," the doctor said, presenting a thin flexible tube to the young man. "This is a catheter and I will empty your bladder and flush it with saline water." Dr. Kalvochov lubed the catheter from one end to the other. He took the flaccid penis with his hand and placed the end of the tube right at the slit of the urethra.

"No! Wait! Arghh!" Jacob groaned and protested as the foreign object entered and slid through his urethra. "Fuck! Stop… ughh fuck!" He felt the catheter invade his bladder and watched in horror and confusion as his urine filled a clear bottle without his control. He watched the doctor label the bottle and put it aside. Then, Dr. Kolvochov came back with a big syringe filled with clear liquid.

"What the fuck is that? Get me out now! I can't take this! I quit!" Jacob shouted, struggling even harder.

Dr. Kalvochov moved in between the tight legs and inserted the syringe at the end of the catheter.

Feeling his bladder fill up felt strange, an experience Jacob never felt before. "Please, doc, stop… let me go," he pleaded, but the doctor just kept pushing the syringe, filling his bladder with saline water. The pressure of the water inside him was becoming painful. He wanted to piss but the catheter would not let him. When the doctor unblocked the tube, water flowed and flushed out of his bladder.

Dr. Kalvochov did the procedure three times until he was satisfied with the color of the water coming out. After the last one, he pulled out the catheter while the tied boy groaned in discomfort. He then moved on to the next task and took a bucket and a hose connected beside the sink. Ignoring the demands of the boy, he sat back again between the cramping calves. He secured a gag at the back of the blonde boy's head.

With all his pleas turning to grunts, Jacob turned to violence again. He thrashed his body as much as he could but the leather strap still would not let loose.

"I have to clear your bowels before I can conduct a colonoscopy," Dr. Kalvochov said, raising the bucket for Jacob to see, "I will insert a tube in you and flush out your insides"

Jacob looked at the doctor with his bloodshot eyes. He will kill him once he got out of the fucking chair, he thought.

"Please, relax to minimize the pain," the doctor said. He lubed the end of the hose and slowly pushed the tip inside the twitching pink anus.

Jacob could do nothing but scream in his gag as the hose slither inside him. Once the hose was deep enough, warm water began filling his colon and abdomen. He groaned, his pain unheard by his tormentor. A bulge was beginning to form as the water filled him like a dam. At last, the doctor turned off the valve and the water stopped running. The hose was carefully pulled out of him after impregnating him with liters of water.

"Whenever you are ready," the doctor said, placing the bucket in front of the tight pink hole.

Jacob, drenched in sweat, refused to give up his dignity and chose to endure the pain. He flinched when Dr. Kalvochov ran his wrinkled hand through his clenched abs, caressing the slight bulge from the built-up water. He pushed it with steady pressure, causing Jacob to groan even more.

"I think you can still take more," the doctor said, pushing the hose inside one more time. He opened the valve and added more water. Jacob, mortified by the ballooning size of the bulge, clenched his hole tighter around the hose, hoping to block the water but to no avail. The pain was intense and unbearable.

"More?" Dr. Kalvochov asked.

"MhhMhease… hhh… ughh…" was all Jacob could say, his body tense and glistening with sweat.

The doctor removed the bit gag. A string of saliva followed it until it broke and landed on the heaving chest of the boy. "What was that?"

His jaw was hurting but Jacob forced his mouth to open, "Stop… please, I-I'll do it, I will shit in the fucking bucket." Jacob winced as the hose was pulled out again. He held his breath and let it go. The bucket was filled with brown liquid and feces. Relief rushed through Jacob as the contents of his bowels were finally released.

Dr. Kalvochov stood up and discarded the waste in the toilet and went back between the two legs. He placed the bucket on the floor and pushed the hose inside the boy again.

Jacob squealed from the sudden intrusion and begged the doctor to stop. The process was repeated multiple times until the water came out clear. Violated and humiliated, Jacob laid flat in defeat.

Dr. Kalvochov went to his table and pulled out a razor and a wireless clipper. He stood behind the chair and turned on the clipper. "This is the last one, Jacob."

"No, please, not my hair! Please god no!" Jacob shook his head in all directions to avoid the clipper but there was only so much he could do. The clipper buzzed and ran through his hair, cutting each and every soft luscious golden strand he had.

"Do not worry, it's just hair. It will grow back I'm sure," the doctor said.

"Fuck you! Get me the fuck out of here now you bastard! I swear I'll fucking kill you, you fuck! I'll -mhmmmhhmm!" His rant was cut short by the gag. Jacob still swore and yelled even when he was incomprehensible. He jerked away from the touch of the old man smearing his entire body with oil. The razor was next, shaving him from the neck down. Dr. Kalvochov made put extra care in shaving the pubic hair, especially in between the buttocks. With one last stroke, the doctor finally announced the end of the procedure. By the end, Jacob was as smooth as a porpoise. Then, He felt a prick in his neck and the white room slowly faded to black.

Dr. Kalvochov opened the door and two humongous men came into the room. They were covered in latex and wore gas masks. They unfastened the sleeping jock and put him on a gurney. Jacob was brought to basement seven where he would be fitted with his uniform for his probationary period. The two men worked in unison, putting on one gear on Jacob after another. First, they pushed a dildo into his mouth and strapped it behind his back. Then, they put on a latex hood and secured it with a neck collar. Once the collar was in place, they put him in a latex suit covering his entire body. The air was vacuumed and the latex clung tightly on every crevice of the muscular figure. When the work was done, Jacob was brought lower down to basement 10. The room was dark and there were multiple pods glowing crimson inside. Each pod housed one body, some bigger than Jacob's, others smaller. The two men put Jacob in one of the vacant pods, strapping his unconscious body into the capsule. They placed the headphones on his head. Then, they attached a thin tube to his dildo gag. Finally, they closed the pod and entered a code. The machine came to life, glowing crimson red like the rest.

-o-o-

Jacob sat on the bed, his head aching. He placed his palm on top of his head and felt pricks of tiny hair. He assessed his situation. He was wearing nothing but a metal collar and weird underwear which was also made of metal. He tugged at each to test if he could remove them and as he expected they would not come off. Where was he? It looked like a prison cell, with a metal door, a toilet, and a bunk bed. Was he alone here? He tried to stand up but his whole body was tender. His jaw was sore like he chewed gum for hours. He was thirsty too, like he did not drink for weeks. He was about to force himself to get up when the top bunk shook and two legs hung, almost hitting his head. Jacob looked up and saw his cellmate.

"You really took your time," the man said. He jumped down and introduced himself to Jacob. Xavier, as he called himself, wore the same collar and metal underwear. He had dark skin, smooth and unblemished. He was fit and, without even comparing, was obviously taller than Jacob. They met gaze and Jacob studied the man, handsome and most likely shared the same age as him. Unlike Jacob though who was embarrassed of being seen almost naked in a collar and metal underwear, Xavier was confident and showed no humiliation in his condition.

"Where the fuck am I?" Jacob said, shaking his head to wake up his mind. The pain in his temples was throbbing. "Ho- how long was I out?"

Xavier leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. "Maybe Two or three days," he said, "I mean since you got here with me, which means thirty-three or four days."

"What do you mean?" Jacob said, furrowing his eyebrows. He was certain it was just hours ago when that fucking doctor molested him.

"You did not read the contract?" Xavier said, "The probationary period is two months in total, one month for suggestive conditioning and another month for physical training. They fucked your brain for a month, man."

"Wha- I don't understand," Jacob said. The pain was getting worse as he tried to recall what happened. What did they do to him?

"Doesn't matter, dude," Xavier said, "you'll get it soon. The important thing is to keep your head down and follow the rules." Xavier sat on the toilet and let out a sigh of release. Jacob watched him piss like a woman, liquid dripped from within the metal underwear.

"I need to get out of this place," Jacob said, getting a laugh from Xavier. He stood up and walked to the metal door and started banging it with his fist. "Let me out! Help!"

Xavier got up to his bed and lay down. He listened until Jacob screamed in pain. The body of his new roommate collapsed on the stone-cold floor and spasmed.

Jacob woke up with the sound of an alarm ringing above him. There was a round speaker on the ceiling. The alarm stopped and an AI voice came after. "Single file. Proceed to the gym. Single file. Proceed to the gym." With a clink, the metal door unlocked.

"Let's go," Xavier said, "get up and get in line."

Jacob stepped out and saw dozens of men, wearing the same collar and underwear getting in line. Every single body seemed sculpted by an artist from the same stone, toned and beautiful. Everyone had a buzz cut and flawless, hairless skin.

Xavier stood behind him, and whispered in his ears, "Don't try anything stupid or they will zap you again and toss your ass back there."

The line of men started walking and Jacob nodded his head and followed the man in front of him.

After a couple of turns, Jacob and Xavier reached the gym. It was spacious, complete with all the equipment needed to get a herculean body. Jacob followed his roommate to a water dispenser.

"Eugh! What was in that?" Jacob said, gagging from the taste of the yellowish water.

"Piss," Xavier said, finishing his cup with a single shot, “just don't think about it and swallow it in one go.”

"I'd rather die," Jacob said putting his cup aside but Xavier took it and handed it to him again. "If you don't drink it, they will force a tube down your throat, then you will drink it whether you like it or not."

Jacob gulped and blenched but managed to drink every drop. He could not believe he just did that. Xavier patted him on the shoulder and the two started lifting weights. 

As indicated by a big digital clock on the wall, everyone was given two hours to work out, rest, and talked to each other. Everyone seemed to mind their own business, some chatting in small circles.

"How long have you been here?" Jacob said while spotting Xavier.

"Two, three, maybe four? Doesn't matter. I don't even know if it's night or day up there," Xavier said, "If I'll ever find out, I have no idea."

"There has got to be a way," Jacob said, to himself mostly. He had a life, up there, family, friends, school, girlfriend. He had to get out no matter what.

"There is a way," Xavier said, putting the barbell, back on the rack. "At the end of the probationary period, they will conduct an examination and they will choose the best among us and bring them up. Those who failed the tests will repeat the probationary period and take the exam again. I failed last time, which means I've been here for four months already."

"What tests?" Jacob said. If he would know he could prepare for it. Although saddened by the failure of his newfound friend he was grateful for his knowledge.

"Satisfy a client," Xavier said. He looked into the distance, reliving the experience in his mind, then shook his head.

The two did a couple more sets before the alarm went off and a voice boomed throughout the gym. "Single file. Proceed to the training pods. Single file. Proceed to the training pods."

Dehydrated from working out, Jacob and Xavier took a couple of shots from the piss dispenser before getting in line with the others. The file of men stopped, each facing a door to a small cell. The voice from the speaker order everyone to get in and each one stepped inside.

Watching Xavier get in one, Jacob hesitantly got in his own cell. Inside the four-foot-four cage was a chair screwed to the floor. It had cuffs for the arms and legs and a belt for the torso. Jacob knew he would be tortured.

Two men stepped inside, locking the door behind them. They were massive, taller than Xavier, and had more muscle mass. "Sit," one of them commanded, his voice muffled by the gas mask he was wearing.

Jacob cornered, thought to fight back but kept his mouth shut and obeyed the brute. Force was not the key to escape, at least not this time. With a click, Jacob was locked on the chair. What torture would the titans inflict on him, he did not know. He swallowed his fear and steeled himself for what was to come. Jacob watched one of the men unlock the metal underwear with a key while the other went behind him. At last, his cock and balls breathed air. "Look up and open your mouth," the man behind him said. A hand grabbed him by the chin and pulled his head up. He felt two fingers around his balls and then pain as they were pulled. Then, fingers wrapped around his flaccid cock. The man behind him shoved a black dildo in his mouth, abusing his throat. The fingers started moving and jerked in constant motion. Assaulted from both sides, Jacob was helpless. He gagged and puked bile after bile as the man forced the thick six-inch dildo down his throat. "That's it, good boy. All the way down…" he heard the man behind him say. There was something about those words, affirmation, and encouragement, that trigger something at the back of his mind. Blood rushed to his flaccid cock and it throbbed with life. He was fully erect, leaking with precum while being raped. Jacob begged the men and the voice in his head to stop. Why is he feeling good? He was straight, yeah, he was. So, he thought of breasts and women. The thoughts were battered away by the dildo in his mouth. No, he could not enjoy it, he was not gay. "One more time, boy, that's it… all the way… yeah… good boy…" the words echoed in his mind, sending shivers down his spine. Blinded by ecstasy, he pulled against the restraints for the coming climax. His abs clenched tight, bracing for the strongest orgasm of his life. He waited for what seemed like an eternity in hell but it did not come. The fingers let go of his rock-hard cock, letting it pulsate and beg for more stimulation, just a little more.

The two men withdrew from Jacob. What happened? Why did they stop? Jacob wanted to ask despite the pain in his throat. He looked at them standing still. He hated them but he wanted what they gave him. What were they waiting for? Jacob bit his lip, "please rape me more," he thought. It disgusted him, he hated himself for loving it but was desperate. "Jerk me off, man, why did you stop?" Jacob said, it sounded manly in his mind but it came out as a plea. The men did not move, for whatever reason they stood silent like robots out of batteries. Jacob waited for anything to happen. His breathing became even and relaxed. Ten minutes passed and his throbbing cock slowly turned soft.

The two men came back to life and started moving, startling Jacob. They assumed their previous position and placed their hands where they needed to be.

"Fuck," was all Jacob could say before they worked on him again. The tempo was a lot slower this time, snail-like. Every stroke of the fingers and every inch of the dildo was felt by Jacob. It was agonizingly slow and gave barely any stimulation to reach orgasm. He gagged but did not puke, he got hard but did not cum. Jacob was in limbo, just waiting between hellish torture and a heavenly climax.

The brutes were experts in their craft. Breaking cocky boys like Jacob was their job and they were good at it. After hours of torture, Jacob learned their technique. There were three phases in the cycle. The first phase was fast and brutal edging and throat training. Once the subject was about to cum, they stop and wait for the adrenaline to fade. Then, they switch to slow and even more brutal edging and throat training. Aside from the physical torture, the subject also experiences verbal conditioning which reinforces the administered stimulation. The cycle was effective in breaking the spirit and removing any form of control from the subject.

After numerous cycles, one of the men put the metal underwear back on Jacob and then left him inside the cage. After a few minutes, the locks clicked and set him free. He had no strength to stand so he sat still. Five minutes passed and the voice on the ceiling went off again, "Singe file. Proceed to the sanitation Area. Single file. Proceed to the sanitation area." Jacob stepped out of the pod and joined in line. He looked around for Xavier, and there he was, barely able to stand like the rest.

The sanitation area was a tiled room with shower heads hanging high up on the ceiling. The smell of sweat and musk filled the air. Everyone stood quietly, their throat too sore to produce any sound. Cold water rained down and Jacob shivered. He joined Xavier who was standing near the wall.

"Don't worry this is not piss," Xavier said, laughing then coughing. "How's your throat?" He said after regaining his breath.

"This is hell," Jacob said, leaning on the wall beside Xavier.

"The first is always the hardest," Xavier said, "it won't get easy but you will learn to take it."

The water stopped and the voice came again, "single file. Proceed to the Canteen. Single file. Proceed to the canteen.

Large shirtless dudes identical to the ones who tortured Jacob were all over the place, cooking and serving food. They were shirtless and wore gas masks, tight leather pants, and thick sturdy boots. They did not say a word, always walking, never running.

"They're 'droids," Xavier said while grabbing a plastic plate. "The machine broke them and reprogrammed them to do basic repetitive tasks. It's what they're good at."

That explains why he cannot communicate with them, Jacob thought. The two sat together and ate the tasteless mush on their plates then drank another glass of water mixed with piss. For some reason, Jacob was thankful for whatever he was eating. It was soft and easier to swallow compared to solid food. Still,  he groaned with every gulp.

The one hour on the digital clock on the wall turned to zero and the voice ordered everyone to return to their training pods.

"Shit, again? I'll throw up everything I just ate," Jacob said.

"It's different this time, Xavier said, "maybe."

Jacob, now familiar with the routine, sat on the chair before the two men got in. "Good boy," he heard one of the droids say. His heart jumped, pumping faster in anticipation. Those words were being carved in his mind, making him addicted to the sound.

The droids assumed their positions, one in between the legs, another behind Jacob. Once the metal underwear was removed, the droid kneeling in front of Jacob jerked the semi-hard cock until it was leaking precum. The other droid at the back reaches for the firm pectorals of the boy. He caressed them, fondled them until they were tender.

Jacob gasped and held his breath as fingers pinched and played with his nipples. Salmon pink and sensitive to touch, they sent raw pleasure throughout his body. He bit his lips, trying so hard not to moan but the stimulation from his cock and nipples was overwhelming. A soft moan escaped his lips. His masculinity was slipping and he tried his best to hold on to it. Fuck, they were turning him gay. Fight it, he thought.

"Good boy, Jacob… that's it… surrender and enjoy," the droid behind him whispered in his ear, shattering all his thoughts like fragile glass. The pleasure was unstoppable and filled him to the brim. Jacob rolled his eyes and drooled over his pecs. He was breaking… coming closer to the edge. "Please," he said, "don't stop. Let me cum… fuck please!" The hands let go and the droids moved back. Jacob cursed the fuckers. After he cooled down, it was time for the next phase. Slow teasing was so much more intense and unbearable. Leaking with precum, Jacob never felt so horny in his life. He began negotiating for release. “I’ll do anything, please, let me cum,” he said, but the droids kept silent in their work. “Fuck! No!,” Jacob yelled as the metal underwear was secured in place. After a few cycles of edging, his sex drive was through the roof, blurring his mind in a frenzy. A few minutes after the droids stepped out of the pod, Jacob was released and once again joined in line behind Xavier.

Lectures and skills were next. The men were grouped into ten and were assigned a classroom. For the next six hours, Jacob learned about company policies, customer service, mixology, lap dancing, pole dancing, and stripping. Each individual in the class was required to answer correctly and execute the skills perfectly. Those who answered wrong or performed poorly were given electric shocks again and again until they reached the standard. The instructors were droids, emotionless and monotonous. Jacob received countless shocks for his stubbornness to participate but eventually joined with the others. It was his first time pole dancing and lap dancing and his face turned red in embarrassment and humiliation as nine other men watched him. No one laughed at him for his poor performance, if they did they would be zapped. Jacob got back in his seat after multiple attempts. He watched Xavier dance around the pole and felt his cock twitch inside its metal cage. What the fuck was he thinking? Xavier aced every question and showed his mastery in bartending and dancing. He was perfect, unlike Jacob.

"How to make the old-fashioned?" The droid instructor asked Jacob.

Remembering the lecture, Jacob answered confidently, "Whiskey, water, and a slice of orange."

"What type of glass is the old-fashioned served in?" The droid asked.

"Short round glass," Jacob said, unsure this time. He braced for the shock but instead, the droid said those words again, "Good boy." His brain released dopamine all over his body and Jacob felt his cock throbbed again. What was wrong with him?

The droid asked another from the class a different question, and then another. For practical knowledge, each individual was given a name of a drink and they had to make it to the satisfaction of the droid instructor.

After six hours, the class was dismissed and everyone was told to go back to the gym. The two boys worked out and talked about their previous lives. 

Xavier was new in town and applied as a bouncer. "No one knows I'm missing," Xavier said, for all they know, I'm living my life in the city."

His cellmate could stay underground forever and no one will look for him. However, it was different for Jacob. It has been over a month. His family, friends, and girlfriend must be freaking out. Maybe they thought he was already dead. A drive surged in his veins. He had to get out.

The alarm beeped and the men went to the sanitation area to shower. They were ordered to come back to their cells. Jacob and Xavier lay down. "How was your first day?" Xavier said from the top bunk.

It has been the longest day of his life. After pushing his body and mind to the edge of insanity for hours, he wanted nothing more than to jerk off and relieve himself. He was hard in the metal cage, so hard it hurts. He wanted to touch himself, just once before he went to sleep.