Leon was dazed. His world was an endless cycle of edging. He had no idea what day it was, what time it was. Every now and then, that blonde bastard- Cameron? Would come, remove his chastity device so he could relieve himself, give him some kind of liquid nutrition, then leave with a little smirk. He never said anything. Perhaps he wasn't permitted. He hadn't heard that other voice in awhile, weeks maybe. In fact, he didn't hear any voices aside from the damned moans and cries of lust that continued to play on loop in his headphones.
He was going mad.
One day, there was a change in routine. He was mechanically blindfolded again, and his chastity device was removed. He yelled and growled and begged behind his gag, and to his surprise, whoever was handling his throbbing cock gave him a few firm strokes. It wasn't enough to get him off, but it was the first human contact hes had since the torture began. He began to plead and thrust his hips for more, and heard a laugh. The man who spoke over the speaker before!
"Do you want something, my sweet little toy?"
The condescending tone made Leon bristle, and he tried to growl defiantly, but it fizzled into a needy whimper as the man stroked his cock again. He heard him laugh.
"Just relax, pet. You might like the next phase of your training."
He felt a prick in his neck and yelped- the contents flowing into him was cold. Whatever it was acted fast, and his eyelids got heavy. He felt his bindings being undone, but before he could try and throw a punch or react in any meaningful way, he tumbled ungracefully out of consciousness.
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Cameron helped to buckle Leon's unconscious body to his new training chair. His legs were spread apart, his erect cock sticking straight up, despite his medically induced sleeping state. Cameron glanced around the room- it had been awhile since he'd last been in it himself. The room appeared completely white, small. But the blonde twink knew that each of the four walls was actually a series of massive screens. Vaguely, he remembered entering this room frightened, angry, fighting. He couldn't for the life of him remember why, but still being in the room once more made him uneasy. He focused his attention back on his fellow pet. Leon was the one needing to be broken in now, not him.
The cock gag had been removed, replaced instead with a leather bit. His blind fold had also been removed, and Cameron couldn't help but admire that peaceful look he had. It wasn't the first time he had noticed how handsome the college boy was. He felt his own cock stirring in his pants, stopped by his own chastity device. He shifted uncomfortably and moved on. If he was good, and finished quickly, perhaps his master would let him suck Leon off once he was finished in the training room.
Cam placed a flexible plastic sheath over the boy's cock, locking it on with a ring at the base. With the click of a button, the air left the sheathe, fixing the plastic snugly over Leon's dick. Cam smirked a little at the resulting moan. He placed electrode pads over the boy's inner thighs, stomach, pecs, and temples. The sheathe had its own row of electrodes riding up the underside of his cock. He plugged the wires into the black box under the chair Leon was strapped to, then worked the dildo underneath into the boy's waiting ass. It took some work, but relaxed as Leon was (not that he had much choice), he soon had the mechanical cock nestled snugly in the college boy's ass, resting just against his prostate.
