BIRTHRIGHT: Chapter Eight

BIRTHRIGHT
 by John Dee Cooper
© 2021

Chapter 8

It began with a dull pain in the pit of his stomach, a dark weight that dragged his thoughts down, burrowing deep, eating into his balls, piling up the pressure until the tip of his cock was hanging heavy like a stone. The Colonel’s injection was working it magic.
           
Kurt and the others were busy with Jack now, leaving Danny to
handle these new sensations alone. He was gripped with an intense longing to touch himself, which made it even harder to keep his arms up in the air. The drug was seeping into his belly, firing his lungs, clawing at his throat. The steel bracelet dragged his balls down into a bunch that rubbed against his thighs. Even the air around him was charged with electricity, setting his nerves on edge. He didn’t dare look down but he could feel his cock clench and stiffen, hungry to be touched.

“Hey!  Come and see this,” shouted Bruno.  “The puppy’s got a boner!”   

“That’s incredible, Sir,” exclaimed Chad, running his finger lightly along the underside of Danny’s now rigid cock. “What did you inject him with?”

“It’s a little formula we worked up at Aschaven,” replied the Colonel. “It was originally designed to keep boys on heat while they were being examined by prospective buyers, but we found it a handy tool for enhancing performance generally and it can even be adapted for use during torture. He should respond nicely to petting now, but you don’t want to get him too excited or he’ll start shooting cum all over the place. The trick is to keep him just nicely on the edge.”                           

“How do we manage that, Uncle?” asked Kurt.
    
“Discipline,” replied the Colonel with a smile. “We teach him discipline. Drop your arms, boy, and step forward.”

There was no response from Danny because at that particular moment Chad was idly stroking the freshly shaved area of skin around the root of his cock and it had set his heart thumping.

“Arms down!” snapped the Colonel.

This time the command got through alright, but Danny found he couldn’t move. After standing so long with his arms in the air, his shoulders had seized up. There was no feeling left in his arms. He had to twist his body from side to side like a skewer, just to move them a few inches.  The pain ripped through his joints. The boys thought it was hilarious.

The Colonel was getting impatient, and Zed was hovering behind him with the cane, so Danny took a deep breath and just let go. His arms remained locked in position for a second then fell like lumps of lead, twisting his spine and forcing the air out of his lungs in a long heavy gasp. He managed to pull himself up straight quite quickly but his arms had taken on a life of their own. They throbbed so violently they seemed to be floating back up again. He desperately needed to give them a rub but he didn’t dare try. Instead he clenched his teeth and took two steps forward.  

Kurt watched with some satisfaction as the boy settled into a more natural position, with his arms by his side. He was a little tense, with a tendency to hunch forward, but no doubt that could be fixed. He may not have had the bulk of the two older slaves, but his lean body was not without substance. His torso was neatly packed and the muscles in his arms and legs were nicely rounded. Overall, Kurt was very pleased with him.  A birthday treat.

While Danny stood facing the Colonel, Kurt slipped behind and gently ran his hands up and down the boy’s bare back. This only added to Danny’s confusion and kept his mind off what the Colonel was saying. His flesh begun to quiver as Kurt’s fingers slipped in between his buttocks, causing his cock to twitch and stiffen even more.

“Watch closely, boy,” said the Colonel holding up a rubber object shaped like an over-size bullet with a steel cap at one end and two short wires sticking out of the other. “This little device is going to train you to control your sexual impulses.”

Kurt had moved round the front and was trailing his finger tips down Danny’s stomach, making it almost impossible for Danny to concentrate on what the Colonel was saying.

 “Put your hand on the steel cap,” ordered the Colonel.

Nervously Danny reached out just as Kurt’s fingers reached the base of his cock.

“Those wires pick up a signal from this little device,” explained the Colonel revealing a small plastic box. “Now see what happens when I squeeze this button.”

By now Kurt had a firm grip on Danny’s cock and was stroking it hard so that Danny was having to fight for his breath. Suddenly a bolt of electricity shot through his arm. He shrieked and leapt into the air. Bruno and Chad were in hysterics again. Kurt pushed him back into position and when they had all quietened down, the Colonel continued.

“That’s what you get if you’re ever caught playing with yourself or coming without permission. Understand?”

No. Danny didn’t understand. They’d woken him up in the middle of the night, made him run so hard he’d passed out. He’d been beaten, abused and humiliated. They’d drugged him and forced him to stand for nearly an hour with his arms in the air. Perhaps Frank and Jack understood what was going on. He certainly didn’t. But what could he do? He nodded obediently and whispered, “Yes, Master.”

“Only it won’t be your fingers that burn next time, boy,” continued the Colonel. “This little beauty is going to nestle tightly inside your butt-hole.”

Bruno yelped and clapped his hands. “That is so  brilliant, Sir!”   

“Do you understand what that means, boy?”
                               
“Yes, Master.”

The words came out automatically. In fact he still had no idea what the Colonel was talking about. It was only when Zed stepped forward, pushed Danny’s head down and spread his buttocks wide open, that the penny dropped.

To be continued...