ConOr

Chico, nineteen years old, got into a fight with once-buddy, Marco. Chico believed that Marco had messed with his girlfriend. Hot-tempered Chico ended the fight by slamming Marco with several powerful blows into Marco’s abs and several more directly into his balls. Although wearing a jockstrap under his pants, Marco suffered enough medical damage to warrant sending Chico to “Compensation Court.” At that time people hoped this new, mandatory strategy would bring an end to violent attacks of all kinds.

Physically quite strong, Chico didn’t have a clear idea of what would happen to him in Court. But with a history of brutal attacks on other guys before this, he became a clear candidate for the Court to take action. The Court’s decision recommended immediate activation of Level 5 rehab—one of twelve such levels, depending on the severity of the behavior. This replaced previous lengths of time in prison, which no longer existed.

Court reactions to general physical attacks on people ranged from Levels 5 through 7. Rape occupied Levels 8 and 9 and murder included Levels 11 and 12. A variety of effective “treatments” took place for each Level. Death did not become part of any final Court decision. Most people who learned the details of Level Twelve, an operative medical procedure, quickly altered their behavior if they thought it could result in a Level Twelve violation. They absolutely wanted to avoid dealing with it.

Since males committed more of the serious crimes than females, male personnel performed the specified “correction procedures” for a given Level. These young men, known as Brakers, had very strong bodies and only wore regulation clothing. That consisted of just a tight-fitting, brief-like covering, resembling a jockstrap in design. This scanty but protective item of clothing allowed a Braker to move more freely, especially when dealing with a hostile guy enraged about having to undergo a procedure because of his violation. Minimal clothing also highlighted a Braker’s muscular appearance, which immediately became obvious to both violators as well as non-violators.

Obviously, physical stress did not become a factor in their job, but emotional stress bothered many Brakers. They received huge salaries yet they had to persevere despite hearing the desperate pleas and screams from those guys who couldn’t accept what the Court had instructed the Brakers to do. Chico reacted defiantly when he learned exactly what would happen to him because of his behavior. Non-violaters and even some violators still didn’t know what the letters C-o-n-O-r meant. They stood for the phrase, “controlling orgasms” or “against orgasms.” Others joked that it meant “continuous orgasms.” But a convicted guy knew what to expect, and that never made him happy.

Chico resisted, even as a Braker known as D-8, dragged him naked into a large, longish room that contained several other restrained offenders. D-8 forced Chico into an odd-shaped chair shaped like an upside down letter Y. He secured Chico’s arms behind him with a break-proof band. He tied Chico’s neck and chest with a similar material. Even the strongest guy couldn’t stretch it or pull it apart. He then fastened Chico’s legs onto the two outstretched wings of the chair, making the guy’s knees impossible to bend. The shape of each wing consisted of a long, cup-like design. A guy’s leg fit into it snugly. The chair’s wings had a permanently fixed, wide separation. That kept the legs spread far apart, making the crotch easily observable and completely vulnerable.

D-8 looked down at Chico and checked his restraints to make sure the guy couldn’t somehow slip out of them. Next, he examined Chico’s testicles with his fingers.

“Get your hands off my balls!” roared Chico.

Despite Chico’s objection, D-8 finished his exam of the guy’s testicles. Then he fastened a ball-gag around Chico’s head. Following that, D-8 sat down on a stool between Chico’s legs and put an open hand on each of Chico’s outspread thighs. “You may not wanna watch what happens next,” advised D-8.

Still furious, Chico watched anyway. D-8 opened a nearby compartment and took out a bottle of liquid and a syringe. He slowly and carefully filled the syringe with the bluish-colored liquid. Chico’s eyes grew into a frightened stare as D-8 aimed the syringe at one his testicles. Chico tried to yell, but the ball-gag prevented almost all his yelling to reach anyone nearby.

D-8 held the testicle tightly with one hand, while he brought the two-inch-long needle up to it. When D-8 pushed the needle’s sharp end into the testicle, Chico uttered a muffled scream and threw his head back in pain and terror. No longer did he want to see what D-8 had started. But as D-8 began to gradually plunge the fluid out of the syringe, Chico felt it slowly entering his ball. That process took only a few minutes, but to Chico it seemed to take hours. D-8 watched intently as he held the testicle steady and kept injecting the blue fluid into it. He had often done that to other guys, so to him it seemed routine. But to Chico it resembled a scene in a horror film—a scene so scary that he could no longer watch.

When D-8 reached a certain point, he pulled out the needle and lightly massaged the testicle. Chico felt somewhat relieved. Much of his rage had lessened. Yet shortly, D-8 took hold of Chico’s other testicle and stuck the syringe into it. When he began to push its fluid out of the syringe’s barrel, Chico screamed once more, reacting with disbelief and pain. At that moment he regretted punching and damaging Marco’s balls. But Chico’s regret came too late to stop the procedure that D-8 had started.

As the fluid slowly drained from the syringe, D-8 again watched it closely. Chico began to feel drowsy. He figured that the injections had somehow caused that. When D-8 emptied the syringe’s fluid, he withdrew the needle and massaged the testicle as he had done with the other one. The massaging felt strangely good to Chico. Furthermore, it came as a shock to him that a guy had caused such a strong pleasure within him. He compared the feeling produced by his girlfriend whenever she had held his testicles. But D-8’s touch definitely surpassed that. Chico believed that maybe males know better than females the best ways to get the feeling every male craves.

Afterward D-8 held both of Chico’s balls for several minutes, completing the correction treatment. He opened the restraints and helped Chico to his feet. But Chico could hardly stand in his usual, steady way. As D-8 assisted him to walk slowly through the room, Chico put an arm across the Braker’s shoulders for support. He saw other guys restrained in chairs similar to the one he had occupied, with their legs spread far apart. He saw Brakers feeling balls and injecting fluids of different colors into them.

“I’ll take you home,” announced D-8. “You’re in no shape to get there by yourself.”

When the two entered Chico’s apartment, D-8 gave him a card that listed the date and time of his next appointment with D-8. “I’m required to check on you here at that time: don’t forget about it.”

After D-8 departed, Chico felt alone for the first time in his life. His girlfriend had disappeared when she found out about Chico’s violation and treatment. She never saw him again. Having no parents, Chico wanted to hold somebody—anybody. He also wanted someone to hold him as well. But even D-8 had now disappeared for a week. Chico looked at the appointment card with tears welling up in his eyes. He wished that D-8 would return sooner.

When the day and time arrived at last, Chico welcomed D-8 enthusiastically. He wore shorts, and as soon as D-8 entered the apartment, Chico pulled off his tee shirt, shorts and brief, ready for whatever D-8 had planned for him.

Chico sat down on a chair and voluntarily spread his legs for him. D-8 smiled. Chico didn’t know exactly what the Braker would do, but that no longer mattered to him. Chico simply wanted the guy to touch him—for as long as possible. D-8 put a chair between Chico’s widely spread legs and sat on it. He reached out a hand and gently wrapped his fingers around one of Chico’s testicles. Chico gasped: he couldn’t feel the fingers at all. But the fingers did inspect every inch of the large testicle. No pleasure resulted, but D-8’s touch reassured him. Chico’s other testicle, as well as his penis, also remained flaccid and fully relaxed while D-8 checked them.

“How long will this last?” asked Chico.

“Usually quite a few weeks. Sometimes longer. I’m gonna check you every week for a while, just to make sure your body still responds to the serum I gave you.” He paused as Chico thought about that weekly schedule. “Are you involved with anyone right now?” asked D-8.

Chico frowned. “No.”

“That’s probably good, since you won’t be able to have an erection for some time. That’s rough, but it’s also a warning—if you ever get rough with anyone again, your balls would need a repeat injection, probably using a more potent serum. I wouldn’t risk that if I were you.” D-8 stared at Chico’s limp penis, recalling what it looked like just before he did the testicle injections—totally stiff, exceptionally long, wide, and hard for him to forget.

Chico looked forward to every weekly visit of D-8. As time passed, the two began to get to know each other quite well. Chico always began each visit by stripping and opening his legs for D-8’s exam. After that, they talked and often watched some sporting event on television. But on one such visit, D-8 arrived looking very dejected.

“I’m outa my job,” began D-8. “They terminated my employment, because they said I’m spending too much time with you. I set up all the appointments myself, so I guess they had it right.”

Chico gaped in disbelief. D-8 told him the company keeps track of their employees’ activities—not only while on the job, but also who they see and what they do when not working.”

“That’s not fair,” shouted Chico.

“M-11 will probably take over and visit you a couple of times. He’s a good guy.” He paused before continuing. “Chico, I do like you and don’t regret our visits.” He paused once more and took a deep breath. “Tomorrow he’s scheduled to give me some pokes for my “violations.” So, beginning tomorrow, you won’t see me again.”

“What?! I’m inviting you anytime! I want that!”

“Thanks,” said D-8. “At least that’s something I can look forward to. But you already know I won’t be the same after I get corrected. They want to use me as an example of what can happen to an employee who misbehaves in any way. They’ll also take my house away from me.”

“You can stay with me anytime,” offered Chico. “Actually, I’d like you here every day, if you wanna do that!”

The guy’s blue eyes looked at Chico intently. “Thanks. I may need a place to stay.” But in his mind he already wanted to live with Chico. “Incidentally, the D in D-8 stands for Dave.” Their handshake became more of bonded clasp, lasting far longer than usual.

“Let’s celebrate, Dave, before they get hold of you!”

Chico wrapped him in an immediate embrace. Then he pulled Dave and him down with him onto the sofa. They both wrestled briefly, but that ended in a mutually initiated kiss. Dave pulled off his jeans and brief. He spread his legs, letting Chico see his already hard cock and balls for the first time. Chico felt them anxiously yet respectively with his fingers. He showed his greatest interest in Dave’s tall, straight, rigid cock. “I’m gonna make today a special occasion for this boy!”

Chico bent his head down and nestled Dave’s cock in his mouth—about half of it. Chico had never done that with another guy’s cock. But he felt inexplicably drawn to it. Still, the experience brought him more satisfaction than he had ever imagined.

The warmth of Chico’s mouth made Dave moan in pleasure. Chico let his tongue feel as much of the cock as possible, bringing more moans from Dave. Chico didn’t move his mouth up and down the rod—he kept it mostly in one place, feeling and stroking the cock with his fascinated tongue. When he became accustomed to the rod, at times he took more of it in his mouth—sometimes most of it, right down to the top of Dave’s ball sack. But mainly Chico held at least half of it motionless, loving Dave’s pleasure gasps and the cock’s strong pulsing against his tongue.

Those pulses grew stronger by the minute. Just the pressure of his tongue seemed sufficient to produce that reaction. The cock grew increasingly stiff, despite Chico believing it couldn’t get any harder.

“Yes! Yes!” whispered Dave, feeling the cock tighten in pleasure.

That pleasure kept building into something that seemed determined to dominate every part of Dave’s muscular body. Its power kept escalating, until only one thing remained—to let that power do whatever it wished to him. With cries of both defeat and joy, Dave submitted to it.

Suddenly Chico felt mammoth squirts of sperm exploding from the cock and filling his mouth. As Dave cried out, Chico began swallowing the squirts to make room for more of them. They kept coming and Chico kept swallowing. It took a long time for the squirts to finally end. Yet the frantic rod kept pulsing as though it still had more to give Chico.

Dave’s pleasure never waned. It actually expanded into something ferocious—an intense kind of tickling caused by Chico’s tongue continually pressing or rubbing against it. The feeling made Dave laugh and cry and at the same time, uncontrollably. In a couple of minutes it began to subside, but Chico still didn’t free the cock. He kept it firmly locked in his mouth, feeling it pulse wildly.

Thinking that Dave perhaps had more sperm to unload, or maybe fresh cum that he could create, Chico began to use his teeth to slowly apply more pressure to the pulsing stick. Dave yelled like he felt another orgasm approaching. Chico’s tongue went work again, massaging the cock as his teeth drove it toward another inescapable plea for more pleasure. The stud’s body writhed, unable to take any more. Dave flung himself backward. He automatically split his legs further apart. Dave screamed as his cock started to spit long streams of sizzling cum into Chico’s mouth.

In a stunning reaction, Dave thrust his ass upward off the sofa during that second orgasm. Each spurt of cum seemed to drain the guy of any strength remaining in his slender but well-conditioned physique. His screams confirmed that. When the sperm stopped, Dave’s ass fell onto the sofa again. His quick, labored breathing persisted for many minutes afterward.

After a while, Chico reluctantly released the inflamed cock. He held the still-jumping cock in a hand. Its strong throbbing fascinated and allured him. He wouldn’t let it out of his hand.

Dave looked at Chico in awe. “That was fantastic,” he whispered. “I’ve never felt anything like that from my past girlfriends—or from anyone else, ever.” He kissed Chico on the lips. “Yeah, this is a true celebration. I’m sorry we won’t be able to do this every day.”

“But at least we’ll have each other—cum or no cum,” said Chico.

Dave put his arms around him. “I’ll wait, if you will.”

“Me too,” replied Chico. “And while we’re waiting, let’s see if we can find a way to stop the injecting of guys.”

The next day M-11 escorted Dave to an injection chair. He secured Dave with the usual straps, making sure that his strong legs remained widely split.

“Mike, get this over with as soon as you can,” requested Dave.

“Sorry, Dave. I can only do what I’m instructed to do. You and I are buddies and nothing will ever change that.”

Mike hoped those words would protect his job. He refrained from any further dialogue with Dave because of that concern. He then ensured that by fastening a ball gag around Dave’s head so the guy couldn’t utter a word. Mike took one of Dave’s large testicles in his hand. He had seen Dave naked before in the changing room, but he had never felt the guy’s balls. He gave the testicle a thorough exploration, finding it remarkably firm. Mike half-smiled as though he wanted to say, “You’re a lucky guy to have such sexy balls.” Although Mike didn’t speak, Dave had a good idea of the guy’s thoughts. Mike checked Dave’s tall cock and began stroking the handsome muscle to make sure it kept its hardness.

Mike, seeming distracted by the rod’s looks and feel, reluctantly picked up a syringe and filled it with an orange-colored liquid. Dave knew that color and what chemicals it contained. The liquid would unleash a severe impact on him. Mike hesitated for a moment. At that point a tall man wearing the grayish body suit of a leader, walked behind Mike to observe his actions. Mike held out the testicle and stuck the end of the syringe’s needle into it, making Dave groan in pain. Mike began injecting the liquid into the trapped testicle. Mike used a very large syringe with a narrower than average needle. The needle’s thinner width would make the injection process go much slower than usual.

The man in gray smiled as he saw the liquid flowing lingeringly into Dave’s large testicle. He stayed to watch Mike inject the second testicle as well. The session continued with a third injection. Mike aimed the syringe’s needle at the lower part of Dave’s cock. Mike paused, but then pushed the needle’s sharp end into the cock. Dave turned his head away in agony as he felt all his muscles flex and strain involuntarily. But the man in gray grinned slightly as he watched Mike injecting the orange liquid slowly into Dave’s captured cock.

The process took time—both because of the narrowness of the needle and because of the greatly enlarged capacity of the syringe used in this case. Mike thought that the huge size of the approved syringe seemed excessive. But at the moment he had no research to prove that. As the serum slowly filled Dave’s long cock, Mike became increasingly skeptical, even angry. At the same time, the man in gray seemed pleased as he observed the prolonged injection.

When Mike finally emptied the syringe’s liquid, the man in gray backed away and disappeared. After Mike released the restraints, he found that Dave couldn’t walk at all. At that point, Mike’s anger reached the point of outright rage. “What I have done to you,” Mike whispered in remorse to Dave, who didn’t seem to hear or understand him.

Mike picked up Dave and carried him as he walked through the room, yelling at the other Brakers about the inhuman procedures they had to perform. Some of them stopped working on the guys assigned to them and followed Mike. Before he left the building, Mike grabbed Dave’s clothes and shouted his resignation to the office staff.

When Mike brought Dave home to Chico, tears ran profusely down his cheeks. That alarmed Chico, but at least Dave seemed only groggy, not dead. Mike introduced himself and asked to stay a while. Chico agreed and with Mike’s help the two made Dave comfortable in a padded chair.

Mike explained what had happened, including his resignation. “They really messed with him,” sighed Mike. “I’m responsible too, though, because I gave him the injections. Can I stay a while and watch him so that I know he’ll be all right?”

“Absolutely,” replied Chico, giving Dave a glass of water. “Stay as long as you wish.”

Mike smiled. “Thanks, I appreciate that.”

“Yeah stay,” said Dave, sounding drunk. “And both of you get naked, so we can all be that way together.”

Chico and Mike happily complied, tossing their briefs aside. A spirited conversation among the three guys followed. With every passing minute Dave seemed more alive, which especially elated Chico. Mike apologized to Dave for injecting him, wiping a tear from his eye as he spoke.

“I don’t blame you, Mike. You only followed instructions. But

who was that guy standing behind you?”

“One of the officials, and not a nice guy. I hope I never see him again.”

“You did the right thing by resigning,” said Chico. “But now we have to close down their operation,” he added.

As they pondered how to do that, Mike checked his phone and found scores of email, at least fifty messages, all wondering about Dave’s health and congratulating Mike for standing up to the hierarchy. He read some of the messages to Chico and Dave. One of them came from a local TV investigatory reporter asking for an interview with Dave.

“I never knew I had so many friends,” said Dave.

Then someone knocked loudly on the outside door. Chico opened it to find Jake, one of Dave’s ConOr buddies. It relieved Jake to find Dave well.

“We need to get the management guys for what they did to you,” explained Jake.

“You two are staying for dinner,” said Chico. But Jake, if you wanna join us, you’ll have to get naked like the rest of us!”

“I accept!” answered Jake, promptly stripping himself in front of the others.

Before they ate, Chico, Dave, Mike and Jake all sat on a bed to plan their strategy. The local, evening news report on television explained what had happened to Dave. It also described a major staff walk-out, numerous resignations, and flimsy comments by the ConOr administrators.

“I added myself to the growing list of resignations,” said Jake. “I couldn’t go on with what they’re asking employees to do.”

“The end of that operation has already started,” said Mike. “They won’t be able to stop it. They’re gonna be finsihed.”

“We should keep this in the news—maybe do some kind of protest march or something,” suggested Jake.

“Yeah, we could do that,” agreed Mike.

The four of them shook hands to seal their deal. Afterward Chico and Dave started to stare longingly at the semi-aroused cocks of Mike and Jake. Mike noticed it first.

“Sorry about this…” began Mike, pointing to his hardening cock and feeling somewhat guilty about it, since Chico and Dave didn’t have that option, at least now. “But around you guys I can’t seem to prevent it from getting excited.”

“I understand,” said Dave. “It looks great aroused—so great that I find it difficult keeping away from it!”

“Feel it, if you want to,” grinned Mike, standing up on his knees and widening his stance on the bed.

Both Dave and Chico took turns doing that. As Jake watched them, his cock grew to an enormous size, begging to also get touched. Dave and Chico couldn’t avoid responding to its wish. But they didn’t stop there: they spent some time massaging Jake’s mammoth balls. They hung moderately low, so the guys had lots of fun playing with them.

Yet Jake could wait no longer, positioning himself behind Mike. He moved closer. Dave again felt Jake’s wide, pulsing tool and moved its head against Mike’s hole. Jake eased it forward, with only the cockhead making it inside at first. When that happened, Mike’s face registered a momentary reaction of discomfort combined with pleasure. Dave’s fingers felt the rod’s pulsing, as they examined as much of it as they could. Dave smeared some lube onto his fingers and then coated Jake’s exposed cock with it. After that, Jake began to push the rod forward, but at the slowest pace he could manage. Dave watched the cock slowly slide into Mike. As that incremental movement took place, it made both guys gasp loudly. When Jake had his entire rod inside Mike, he didn’t move it for a long time. He simply enjoyed the constant warmth of Mike’s body around it.

Chico moved beside Mike on the bed, then slid between Mike’s legs on his back. Chico reached up and grasped Mike’s hard cock. He began jacking it slowly. Overcome with pleasure, Mike slowly bent himself forward until settling on his hands and knees. Jake rested his chest against Mike’s back and kissed Mike on his neck. Jake’s fucking started gradually. As it did, Chico’s hand-job continued to rev up Mike’s cock, easily doubling Mike’s pleasure and distracting him at both ends.

While Jake slowly increased his fucking speed, Dave patted the guy’s ass and watched Jake’s balls as they repeatedly slapped against Mike’s body. The sack soon became too alluring for him to ignore. Dave suddenly grabbed the balls. Jake slowed his fucking momentarily then resumed it as the sack pressure started to feel awesomely good to him.

Dave continued his ball grip during all of Jake’s fucking of Mike. He could feel the balls slowly firming up as he held them. Dave heard more and more of Mike’s pleasure groans, caused by Jake’s fucking and by Chico’s irresistible pulls on Mike’s cock. Chico sent Mike into overdrive when he took Mike’s cock into his mouth and started to work on it with his tongue. That brought yells of joy from Mike as his sperm pushed harder for release.

Then came two orgasms. The first one, from Mike’s anxious cock, started to spurt into Chico’s mouth, accompanied by shouts of pleasure from Mike. Chico’s swallowing sounds only added to Mike’s ecstasy, and probably prolonged it.

The second orgasm came from Jake, several minutes later. Dave felt the guy’s balls constantly getting harder, until his sack felt like one giant, stiff testicle. When Jake couldn’t take the pleasure anymore, his breathing expanded into deep gasps. His cum shot into Mike’s ass with a spectacular power that made each forward thrust pause as it threw out its juice.

Mike shouted as he felt the surges of sperm rocketing up his ass. Jake didn’t pull out of him until long after the excitement had abated. When he did at last, the four guys hugged. They talked about the demise of ConOr and their newfound attachment to each other.

“When my cock’s back to normal,” said Chico, “I’m gonna give each of you the longest fucking of your lives!”

The guys smiled. But Dave flipped Jake onto his back and watched the guy still panting deeply after his orgasm. Dave’s eyes especially focused on Jake’s balls, which had remained stiff. Dave re-gripped them.

“I just can’t stay away from these!” admitted Dave, giving his fingers more fondling time. “Maybe it’s because I checked out so many balls at ConOr.”

“Or maybe it’s because his has such big ones!” suggested Mike.

“The reason doesn’t matter to me,” began Jake. He pulled Dave closer. “Your hand around ‘em feels really great! Keep at it!”

Jake wrapped his arms around Dave and grinned. “You can hold my balls whenever you want to—that’s an order!”