Cherrypop Enterprise

Chapter 2

Evaluation

After doing his cardio, Jacob quenched his thirst with a glass of piss. The taste which made his stomach turn the first time gradually became tolerable. They never gave them clean water except in the shower which would not be enough given the amount of water he sweats in his workout and training. So, without any alternative, he hydrated himself with liters of urine. Surprisingly, though, Jacob never got ill after drinking it for weeks, and neither did anyone else.

Once he caught his breath, he moved on to do a few sets of squats. His glutes were accentuated by the metal underwear that kept him motivated and horny all day. The fucking thing would not come off and became tighter as he gained more muscle mass. It was only taken off when the droids edged him. It was frustrating for the jock to be unable to cum but he had no choice but to leak in his cage.

Jacob diverted his sexual drive and distracted himself by working out. The result was visible. His twenty-one-year-old body reached its peak form. Defined back muscles popped up with every pull-up while Sharp serratus and oblique muscles framed his abs with every crunch. Drops of sweat ran down his hair which finally grew back, gold as corn silk. He was the blonde jock again that everyone at school thirsted over. His pits, now with golden brown hair, smelled of testosterone and pure man funk. His crotch and ass, however, were always shaved before the underwear was locked.

With seven percent body fat, his body was the envy of everyone in the gym. Atop his broad shoulder was a pretty boy face, young and perfect in every angle. His deep blue eyes, freckled nose, sculptured cheekbones, and strong jawline put him first on the line. He was the epitome of male beauty.

Working out with him was Xavier who became his best friend in the last couple of weeks. They spotted each other at the gym, ate together, saw each other shit and piss, and experienced the same torture and need for release. The duo stayed close and learned more about each other. The deep voice of his cellmate was the first thing he would hear when he woke up and the last before he shut his eyes. For some reason, he became dependent on it and found comfort and security in it.

The voice above ordered everyone to the sanitation area and then to the training pods. Aside from his gorgeous physic, Jacob experienced a drastic change in his psyche. The droids worked their magic, breaking him and building him up again and again. They slapped him when he refused to take the dildo all the way in, pound his chest and punched him in the guts to keep him from passing out, and edged his cock until it was raw. They were merciless, drilling discipline and obedience deeper into him in each session. Kept in a constant state of horniness and away from the sight of female breasts and pussies, Jacob learned to love their touch. His body responded to the sturdy hands pumping his cock day after day. His nipples plumped up and became sensitive to the slightest breeze. After repeated abuse, he grew accustomed to the ever-increasing size of the dildo shoved down his throat. He was their good boy.

Jacob also excelled in class, only second to Xavier. Never, in his previous life, did he think his stiff muscular body would bend in curves and swirl around a pole. Jacob also memorized the recipe for all the drinks a person could order. Although not as good as Xavier, he too learned the art of seduction.

In the middle of their deadlifts, two droids approached Jacob and Xavier. They were escorted up to basement eight and ordered to enter the adjacent rooms. Separated from his friend, Jacob kept his guard up and looked around. The room was grand. Its wood-paneled walls were decorated with classical paintings. The entire floor was carpeted. There was a bar on the corner, a pole in the middle, and a pair of velvet leather chairs in front of it. In between the chairs was a side table with a bottle of lube and dildos of varying girth and length. At the far end of the room, there was a pool table, a bookshelf, a fireplace, and another set of velvet furniture. In a way, it resembled an entertainment room of an English manor. The droid stationed itself by the door. Jacob was confident he could take out one droid by himself now but thought there would be more of the mindless bastards outside. He decided to wait and see how things would play out. He walked around the room and eventually sat on one of the chairs.

“Looks fancy, right?” said a voice. Jacob turned his head towards the door and saw a familiar face. The man was wearing a black suit and was carrying a folder. His hair was parted on the left and combed perfectly in place.

Jacob stood up. "Yaz?" he said, remembering the fucker's name. His anger lunged him at the man but the droid caught his fist and mobilized him on the floor. "You fucker! You tricked me!" Jacob shouted, half his face planted on the red carpet.

Yaz laughed, kneeling beside the struggling jock. "Everything was in the contract, it's not my fault you didn't read it," he said. He got up and sat on the chair where Jacob was seating. “As stated and agreed upon, you are now a property of the company. Your probationary period requires you to undergo training for two months. And, after evaluation, you will be assimilated with the other products and will provide quality service to, but not limited to, our clients.” Yaz gestured to the droid to let go of Jacob. The blonde jock locked his gaze on Yas, his eyes boiling with rage.

“What the fuck do you want?” Jacob said, shrugging the droid off his shoulder. It took every self-control he had to keep himself from knocking Yaz out of his chair.

“As promised,” Yaz said, “I’m back after two months for your evaluation.” He opened the folder in his hand and showed a piece of paper to Jacob. “The test is very simple. As you can see, this room is designed to entertain. We will conduct a simulation. I will pose as a client and all you have to do is showcase the skills you acquired during your training to satisfy me. I have a rubric right here in this paper to make sure the test is as fair and objective as possible,” Yaz explained.

There it was, his way out, or at least his way up. “There was no getting out of here,” he thought. They would not give him his freedom. But, if he could just get up there on the ground floor, he could wait for an opening and bolt out.

"Are you up to the test or should I tell our friend here to bring you back down there?" Yaz said, waiting for the blonde jock to respond. "Make me a godfather, if you are."

Cautiously, Jacob walked towards the bar, his eyes fixed on Yaz. He wished there was poison to mix in the drink. He took an old-fashioned glass and poured amaretto and scotch whisky into it. He gripped the glass around his fingers so tight it almost shattered. Should he break the glass on Yaz's head or pour the drink in his face and then punch him to death? He looked at the silent droid by the door and shook off the ideas in his head. If he fucked this up, he would go back to his cell. He served the drink to Yaz, hoping he would choke on it. Yaz took a sip of the drink and then checked a box on the paper.

"What else do you want?" Jacob said, contempt rich in his voice.

“I think you are forgetting one of the company policies,” Yaz said, writing his comment on the paper.

Jacob gritted his teeth. “You son of a bitch,” he yelled in his mind. “Do you need anything else, sir?” he said, faking a smile at the arrogant piece of shit.

“Can you dance?” Yaz said. He placed the paper and pen aside. He leaned on the leather chair and put both his arms on the armrests. Then, he took another sip of his drink and opened his legs wide.

With a firm grip, Jacob held the metal rod and performed for his “client”. After a month of training, the dance routines became a muscle memory for him. He bent and twirled his delicious body. There was a flame of humiliation inside him, blazing hot and fueled by the grin on Yaz’s face. Dancing half-naked in front of a man in a full suit felt degrading. Each spin around the pole emasculated him but he continued and soon another box was ticked.

"Why don't you sit on my lap?" Yaz said, tapping his thigh and inviting the gorgeous hunk like a pussycat.

His nostrils flared as he clenched his jaw in anger. Jacob breathe deeply to compose himself and sat on the bastard's lap. He looked away, avoiding any eye contact from the man.

"You got bigger," Yaz said, studying the marvelous young body of the jock. Chiseled by rigorous training, the boy would definitely fetch a high price in the market. He pinched the perked pink nipples and played with them. 

His heart beat loudly, bursting out of his pecs. As if tied to a train track, he expected something like this would happen and yet he could not escape it. One after another, a train of non-stop stimuli ran through him. The droids turned his body into a conduit of electrifying sensation and fried his brain. He could not resist, he could only take. Yaz handed him one of the dildos on the side table and instructed him to deepthroat it. It was five inches long and one and a half inches in diameter, a simple task for Jacob. It was followed by another one, slightly longer with the same diameter. Each dildo vanished and appeared, almost like magic. The last one was nine inches long and two inches in diameter. The length and girth of the monster occupied every space in his mouth and blocked his windpipe. Tears welled in the corner of his eyes and he gagged just a little before it too vanished and appeared coated with saliva. The magic show was over and Yaz gave Jacob a pat on the back for a job well done.

The groans and moans of the jock were music to his ears. Yaz played a symphony, moving his hands expertly like a musician. He discovered more about Jacob's body, exploring every inch of it. He placed his hand between the prime legs, spreading them apart. The boy froze, his ass sucked in tight. Yaz glided his fingers closer and cupped the cage of the tamed bird. “How was it like to wear a chastity cage in a month?” he said, “I’m sure your balls are double in size by now after all that edging.”

Jacob wanted to deny and keep his dignity as a man but the clear precum oozing from within his cage was proof enough of his predicament. 

“What a horny jock slut you are,” Yaz said, rubbing off the clear sticky liquid on the quivering thigh of the muscle slut. “Do you want to cum?”

With his throat ravaged, Jacob could not answer and only moaned. His mind was blank and his body was burning and brimming with lust.

“Since I’m very impressed with your service, I’ll give you a choice.” Yaz pulled a key from one of his pockets and gave it to Jacob. “You have two options. First, you take off your chastity cage and empty your balls now. However, you will fail and repeat probation. Or, give me back the key and pass.”

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