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Ben softly lifted your head a little. You immediately felt a void within you. The longing to be filled by him. To feel his powerful presence within you. To devote yourself to him.

"Do not resist your destiny." His voice was tender. He nodded towards the office desk. You rose wobbly, exhausted but determined. The desk felt chilly against your bare back as you lay back on it, your legs spread, your bottom sticking out over the edge of the desk. Master Ben had taken off his jacket and trousers. With one hand, he played with your bum, massaging your arsehole. With the other, he patted your chastity cage, your locked-up willy thrashed around, throbbing.

It was a comforting feeling to have his strong body in front of you. His arms wrapped tightly around you, his chest pressed against your back, his hands placed on your stomach, his cock resting on your bum. You remembered faintly how relieved you'd felt when Number 128 had made you cum by the pool.

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You saw that his penis was swelling hard. Of course he was getting off on seeing you kneeling pathetically in front of him. But you were strong; your mind was unbroken. You gathered your drool, knowing that spitting on your tormentor's arrogant cock would show him exactly what you thought of him. In your mind's eye, you could already see his trousers getting wet with your spit. How your saliva would slowly drip down his erect penis. How his hard cock would glisten in your moisture. You saw him unzip his fly. You imagined how good it would feel to spit on his cock right now. You imagined his glans moving back and forth, slowly, bulging, glossy. You imagined your spit mingling with the scent of his pubic hair. You wanted to say something, something nasty, something vulgar. But nothing came to mind. So you just poked your head forward, hoping it looked menacing and aggressive. Ben remained calm.

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"What do you think most people out there think would be the right response for me right now? To a ward showing a dangerous tendency toward violence, inciting my other boys?" asked Ben. He clearly wanted confirmation to discipline you. You braced yourself on your elbows and stuck your bare bottom out. Let him spank you! You'd take it like a grown man. Stavinsky answered his own question: "The appropriate thing would be to take you back to prison, where you belong. With a sign around your neck saying 'I love nothing more than sucking cock, but afterwards I secretly badmouth the men I begged to let me swallow their cum'. That would be fitting."

You knew he was trying to provoke you, but you couldn't control yourself. "No!" you blurted out, no longer submissive or humble. "I'm not begging, this device and you are making me do it against my will! I would never have agreed to the programme if I'd been told what it entailed."

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Ben's eyes wandered around the room as if he was deep in thought, weighing his words carefully. "What do you think: would society appreciate it if a violent criminal like you was released from prison and a benefactor agreed to act as your caretaker and guardian, only for you to then hatch an escape plan and try to get the other detainees to help you?" You were now determined to resist, but at first you replied with a feignedly shy, submissive "No". The good thing about the situation, you thought, was that if your guardian punished you now, the pain and humiliation would surely help to strengthen you mentally against him. Perhaps he would chastise your body, but your spirit would resist all the more as a result.

He asked you: "What do you think would be appropriate for me to do now?" You continued to play the shy one. "I accept your punishment, Mr Stavinsky."

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Ben Stavinsky sat in his office, slouched in his armchair, a tablet computer in his hand. His jacket was unbuttoned, his tie loosened. You could see his fine suit trousers straining over the bulge in his crotch.

Number 403 walked confidently over to him, knelt before him, and then bent forward so that his buttocks were pointing up in the air and his lips touched Ben's elegant leather slippers. You did the same, so that you were both on the floor side by side before your master. "You may go," Mr Stavinsky said to the kitchen boy, who quietly withdrew. Then he commanded you, "Look here!" and picked up his tablet.

"In doing so, we must always be extremely careful and make sure we don't put ourselves in danger!", you heard yourself say, and you saw a crystal-clear video recording of the moment when you were sitting at the kitchen table with the houseboy.

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"What legal problems could he possibly get into? That he's getting a few convicts out of jail and trying to turn them into well-behaved, productive citizens for the state? He'll probably be praised for that if the effort is successful." He looked incredulous, but maybe that was just a bluff. You objected: "He humiliates us constantly! He makes us kiss his feet, throw ourselves down before him, suck his cock. Yesterday he ordered the gardener to stretch my ass—while you were strapped to the fuck bench." Slowly, you worked yourself into a rage.

"But oh, Number 786, we willingly do that for him!" Now it was your turn to look incredulous. Number 403 continued: "When he allowed you to take his cock in your mouth, you wanted nothing more than to taste his juice. And he never had to force me to offer him my cunt." "But," you were getting a little too loud, "that wasn't consensual! The device in your head makes sure of that!"

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He moved over to you again and lovingly caressed your hard, aching balls. But Number 128 insisted that you turn off the light and hit the hay. For a long time, you couldn't fall asleep; your penis was rock hard, pressing against its much too tight cage. Your testicles felt numb, and your crotch was sore. The longer you lay awake, the more you felt how irritated and sore your butt hole had become.

Eventually, you fell into a restless sleep, and so it was up to Number 403 to wake you up the next morning. He seemed a little stressed to you, but was as professionally friendly as ever. You prepared breakfast, then made yourselves some semolina pudding with fresh fruit and extra flaxseed. You ate in silence until you couldn't take it anymore and decided to ask him a question. "Do you think Mr Stavinsky will get away with all this? Legally?" He looked at you, surprised and somewhat thoughtful.

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Number 128 gave you time to stimulate yourself anally. Right before you were about to climax, though, he softly took your hands off the beaded chain and placed them on your chest. A shiver of excitement ran through you with every bead he slowly pulled out of your butt, yet you didn't cum. You stayed on the bench for a while, trembling with excitement. Then both of you went to the bathroom.

It was already late when you returned to the dormitory. The house servant was there, radiating his usual good cheer. First, he gave you a big hug, rubbing your cages together. He took the gardener in his arms and gave him a passionate kiss on the mouth. "You two are so hot!" he moaned as he pushed you onto the bed. He leaned down toward you, pushing you into the pillows, and began licking your penis through your chastity cage. You felt your locked cock become rock hard as he skillfully worked it with his tongue.

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"Please," you moaned, "have mercy, at least for today."

He gently patted you on the head, which relaxed you. "Better a little sting now instead of Mr Stavinsky taking you unstretched." And with some force, he shoved the plug into your bum. You felt a sharp pain, but you also noticed a rush of fullness and excitement flooding your body. You wanted him to stop immediately. You wanted him to stuff you deeper and deeper. You were confused and overwhelmed. You felt the implant's control. You couldn't act at all. You noticed how he massaged your nipples with his fingers. Lust and arousal flowed through your body. With a loud moan, your body gave way and the plug slid into you.  

"Look," he warned, "our guardian will utilise us anyway. It is pointless to resist. That only makes it tougher."

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He cheered you on to do three sets of 15 woodchoppers on each side, and you could feel your muscles reaching their limit. He wanted you to do 15 reps on the seated abductor/adductor machine as well, but with the chastity cage on, it was tricky, especially since you had quite an erection by then. So he let you do goblet squats with a kettlebell instead. Three sets of Kegel exercises, and your muscles ached like they hadn't in a long time.  

Now he ordered you to lie on your stomach, thighs turned outwards and flat on the floor, similar to a swimming frog, with the chastity cage pressing against your stomach. You slowly spread your knees as far as possible while keeping them in line with your hips. He pressed your upper body onto your forearms until your elbows were under your shoulders. You groaned but obeyed him.  

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