They entered the gym, and while there were several bulls working out in similar stations as the day before, Austin’s eyes were drawn to the center of the room. Another young man, maybe 18 or 19, with curly blonde hair and a lean, hairless body was kneeling in the center of the room, his hands tied behind his back. His cock normally would have been a beauty at 7″ and girthy, but in The Factory was run of the mill. It stood above his engorged ball sack, which was squeezed by a knotted piece of rope that had a long end trailing in front of him. Like Austin, his chest had no number on it. His doctor stood next to him, a shorter hairy muscly man with thick arms and several tattoos peaking out from behind his sleeves.
“Dr. Wolfe, good morning!” He spoke with a slight Eastern European accent, and warmly shook Dr. Wolfe’s hand. “Connor is ready for his exercise today. Aren’t you, you LITTLE SLUT!” He turned and sharply slapped Connor across the face. Austin was shocked. Dr. Wolfe had punished him before, but never without cause and never so harshly. But Austin could see Connor containing a smile as he righted himself on his knees, spreading his legs further apart and his cheek turning bright red. Dr. Wolfe barely seemed to take notice.
It seems like this Connor likes it rough. I wonder how he learned that? And I wonder how Dr. Wolfe knows my boundaries so well. Austin had been submissive to all the men he had met in The Factory so far, but seeing an eager to please twink like Connor on his knees in front of him aroused him, and made Austin want to pound his ass. Maybe I’m not totally as submissive as I thought?
“Perfect Dr. Klein. We will begin once Austin has finished his standard exercises.” Dr. Wolfe led Austin through similar exercises to the day before until Austin collapsed on the ground, exhausted and exhilarated, his nipples twitching from the treadmill clamps. It was at this point that Dr. Wolfe tugged him to the center of the room and forced the same energizing salty liquid mix as yesterday down his throat.
“Austin, on your knees.” Austin got on his knees opposite Connor, who had not moved the entire time Austin exercised, and was bowing his head obediently. Dr. Wolfe quickly took the other end of the rope and looped it around Austin’s ballsack, now the size of a grapefruit and shining from precum. He took out a small chain and connected Austin’s arm cuffs behind his back.
“Your objective is to pull your opponent across the middle line. This will exercise your core and leg muscles, as well as test your pain threshold and exercise your balls as the center of sperm production. It will be to the best of 3. Begin!”
Austin was not prepared, but at the word Begin, Connor immediately began yanking backwards. He was a lot stronger than his slim frame suggested. Connor’s balls stretched as he tugged on the ropes, and the other end pulled on Austin, who staggered forward on his knees. Connor let out a loud cry as he pulled again, the skin of his crotch now taut, his balls turning red, and Austin, who had barely recovered his balance, was easily yanked across the line, landing on his chest, his chin bouncing off the floor, and he was unable to right himself due to his tied hands.
Dr. Klein blew a whistle, and walked over to Connor, who was panting slightly and had a big smile on his face. “Very good boy! Receive your reward!” Connor opened his mouth and Dr. Klein spat into it. He closed his mouth, swallowed, licked his lips and said “Thank you sir!” Klein lightly slapped his red cheek again, somewhat affectionately.
Dr. Wolfe was frowning at Austin, who had still not been able to sit back upright, and had his face sideways on the floor, facind Dr. Wolfe’s shoes as he tried to look his doctor in the eye. “I’m disappointed Austin. Up until now, you’ve excelled at every task regardless of how prepared you are. I’m expecting you to do better. You MUST do better. Do you understand me?” He placed his shoe, which only then did Austin realize was a large rubber boot on Austin’s bare shoulder and rolled him over slightly to look him in the eyes.
Austin, who had been fearing punishment on the level of Connor, was flooded with gratefulness for Dr. Wolfe, his protector and mentor, and steeled himself. “Yes sir,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Good.”
Dr. Wolfe grabbed Austin by the arms and dragged him upright to his starting position. He looked Austin in the eyes and said “Don’t be afraid of the pain. You are becoming a sperm bull. Every touch to your organs is pleasure. You want to have your balls squeezed. It’s chemistry. It’s nature.” And after he said it he slapped Austin’s tied balls, causing them to jostle between his meaty thighs. Austin gasped out of shock, but was surprised to find that Dr. Wolfe’s words were true. There was pain, but it was tied directly to pleasure, and he wanted to feel it again.
“Round two. Ready? Begin!”
This time Austin was ready, and he leaned back and pulled hard. Connor, who was not expecting such a rally, staggered forward, crying out as his tender balls were pulled far from his body, stretching his sack far, his two balls squeezed to the very end and pushing together. Austin savored the feeling of winning, of doing what Dr. Wolfe told him, and using his leg and core muscles, dragged the surprised Connor across the line.
The whistle blew again, and as Austin leaned forward in relief, Dr. Klein stomped over to the prostrate Connor, put a booted foot on his head, and began smacking his small round butt cheeks with heavy hands. “YOU! LITTLE! BITCH! YOU! CALL! THAT! AN! ATTEMPT?!” Each word was emphasized with a smack, and Connnor was moaning as his ass turned deep red from the hits. And yet, Austin could see that his cock was harder than ever, and Connor’s ass was wet with fluid.
Dr. Wolfe came to Austin and patted him on the head. “Good boy, that’s what I want to see.” Austin almost teared up with pride, and simultaneously felt a sense of power over Connor. He now understood the follower’s mindset, how he could so easily bow to Dr. Wolfe and delight in dominating a weaker boy like Connor. When the tug of war began a third time, it was all but over. Austin easily pulled Connor across the line, and when he did so he felt so powerful he wanted to crawl over to Connor and fuck his mouth for hours. Both boys were now sweating profusely, and Connor was shaking as he curled up in a ball on the floor. This time however, Dr. Klein did not beat or berate Connor. He clearly saw the boy was defeated, and he gently leaned him up and spoke to him. “You will do better in the future. Understand?” Connor nodded as tears fell down his cheeks. Clearly he felt similar to Austin and did not want to disappoint his doctor, and felt loving comfort in Klein.
Dr. Wolfe untied Austin, allowing him to come to his feet. His balls hung lower after all the stretching, and Austin could feel them swing as he stood up, hitting the bottom of his round butt. They throbbed and ached, but it felt good. Dr. Wolfe grabbed Austin’s face in his large, able hands again and looked down into his eyes. “Good job, boy. You’ve made me proud. You have truly excelled in every aspect of your time here.” Austin’s eyes watered with happiness and his mouth with lust as Dr. Wolfe gave him his second kiss. He penetrated Austin’s mouth with his tongue, savoring the flavor of Austin’s overproduced saliva, crushing Austin’s tongue against the power of his own. The doctor put his hand on Austin’s chest and rubbed his sensitive nipple. Austin moaned deeply. He was euphoric, and when they separated, vowed he would do anything to make Dr. Wolfe proud. Dr. Wolfe, omnipotent as ever, also seemed to notice Austin’s feelings towards Connor. “I may have been too hasty to assume you are a completely submissive boy. We will have to see what happens when you are allowed to dominate, providing you remember your place.”