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By Draconicon

Takehiko had a normal life and a normal routine. The simian-man went to work, did his desk-jockey job, got the paperwork for the company filed, balanced the accounts, hit the gym, and went to bed. That was his life day in and day out, and he did it sufficiently well to earn the occasional bonus, but never quite outstandingly enough to get the attention of the higher-ups and gain the chance of a promotion. Some would have found his life dull; he took some comfort from the routine, and rather liked the fact that it allowed him total control of his life and off-time, giving him enough money to do what he wanted with life and a little more besides.

In all his life, he never, ever would have imagined that such corporate mediocrity would have attracted the kind of attention that it did.

He woke with a groan, his head filled with the fuzzy, stuffy feeling that always came after a night where he broke routine to hit the bar after the gym. Of course, the dark-furred simian hadn't done that, or at least, he didn't remember it. Takehiko groaned, one hand to his head as he pushed himself up -

And then paused. He was supposed to be in bed, but the surface under him was far too firm for that. Even with the knowledge that he needed to replace his futon before too much longer, he knew that it wasn't that hard. Groaning, he opened one eye, then the other as reality slapped him in the face with a very, very rude awakening.

"The hell..."

He was on a metal floor, smooth and featureless, and surrounded by a glass dome that started about five feet away from him and rose to two feet higher than he would have been able to reach while standing. Takehiko sat up slowly, only to realize that he was almost completely naked, spared the indignity of total nudity by nothing more than a fundoshi that ran between his legs.

"What - how -"

The lights came on, bright enough to blind him for a moment. He threw up one hand, trying to shade his eyes as a voice spoke, loud and digitized.

"Welcome, everyone, to the first demo of the Control Collar. A base name, we agree, but it is the first of its kind to truly work its wonders. Our subject, a simian-human that will go nameless, has been picked as a baseline for the product due to his truly average baseline physical attributes. Neither weak nor strong, neither long-lasting or with a hair trigger, he will serve perfectly for the demo."

"What the hell is going on? Where am I?" Takehiko shouted.

If he could be heard beyond the glass, there was no sign of it. He stood up on shaky legs, feeling the foggy-stuffy sensation fading little by little as he tried to see into the darkness past the glass dome. There had to be something out there if there were people watching, right? Surely, there had to be someone out there that didn't think that this was right. Surely, there had to be some -

"Step forward, subject."

The command was as calm as it was sudden. Takehiko snarled.

"No chance in hell."

"As you can see, the subject is not interested in cooperating with any demands presented to him. This is, of course, an ideal situation to show just how much leverage the Control Collar allows us over an unwilling subject."

"Shut up! I have a name. Let me out of here, or -"

"We will now activate the Control Collar for a demonstration."

Takehiko shook his head. They were ignoring him now? Fine. If they were going to ignore him, then he would just have to find a way out on his own. There had to be some way from under the glass, even if -

Bzzt.

He hadn't even noticed the collar at first, too angry at his situation to bother noticing anything but his nudity and his cage, but as it buzzed around his neck, it was impossible to miss. He reached up for it, gasping as he felt it between his fingers only for it to tighten further around his neck. It pressed firmly to his skin through his fur until he couldn't even get a finger beneath the band.

It buzzed again, and a shock went right down his spine, all the way down to his dick. He gasped as it rose up in the fundoshi, pushing against the front in a half-hard state.

"Step forward, subject."

He tried to shout at the announcer again, but his body moved on its own. His legs stepped forward, one after the other, carrying him toward the edge of the glass with a regular, if slightly unsteady gait. It only took three steps for him to be pressed flush against it, his half-hard cock in the fundoshi throbbing all the harder as it was flattened against the glass.

Blushing as he was made to flatten himself against the glass, he fought to step back, but his body refused to obey. It was too busy doing what the collar was telling it to do, and the more that he pressed himself to the glass, the firmer his cock grew, both from the odd current running down his spine and the pressure of the cool glass against his shaft through the white cloth.

It took less than a minute for him to reach full erection, and he gritted his teeth as he realized that whoever was watching could see him getting off on this. It was humiliating, to say the least, and he groaned under his breath as he tried not to think about what was happening, or who might be seeing him like this.

"As you can see, the subject is made to enjoy what he is compelled to do. But we can hurry this process along, as well. Subject, you will orgasm."

Bzzzt.

The simian's eyes went wide as he felt the current already going down his spine double, triple, quadruple in strength. The shocks went right for his prostate, and then further up, running through the inside of his cock and down to his balls. There should have been pain, some part of him thought, but there was none. There was only pleasure, pleasure that was mounting faster and faster until -

"NNNGH!"

He thrust his hips forward, grinding against the inside of the fundoshi and the glass. The first spurt soaked the inside of his undergarments, making them stick to his cock, but the second shot went right through them. Squirt, squirt, squirt, the third pushing through in a ragged string and a puff of bubbles in the rapidly darkening cloth.

Takehiko couldn't stop his moans as his orgasm hit him hard, his fingers curling into claws against the glass as he humped forward helplessly, dripping, throbbing, oozing through it. But it was slowly calming down, even as it had hit so -

"Continue."

"Wha-aaaaaaat?!"

He screamed as the shock hit him again and just kept going, the pleasure rushing through him as his cock jerked and jetted with seed. Every shot of cum felt as thick, if not thicker, than the shots that came before, and his balls went from feeling half-full in that just-woke-up way to feeling drained and drawn almost instantly. Yet, despite cumming for nearly twenty seconds already, it just wasn't stopping. More and more just kept getting drawn out of his balls.

His legs gave out as he kept cumming, his cock twitching, spitting rope after rope of cum through his fundoshi until it was all but pointless, so wet and see-through that his cock was impossible to miss. He slumped forward, head against the glass only a few feet from his cock, the musky smell of his own enforced orgasm hitting him hard as it just went on...and on...and on...

It finally stopped with a command from the strange digitized voice, and he almost fell flat on his side. He panted for breath, his mouth hanging open as his cock continued to throb against his will.

"As you can see, the mind can be forced to endure quite extreme pleasures at the order of the Collar. The subject doubtlessly feels exhausted at this point, but he will be made to do anything that we ask. Subject. You will stand. You have ten seconds to do this before we will take control."

He gritted his teeth, wanting nothing more than to tell them to get bent, but the ache that echoed from between his legs told him that antagonizing them was probably a bad idea. They had every reason to torment him, to control and humiliate him. Best not to push his luck...even if the idea of bowing his head and bending and scraping to these assholes galled him to the extreme.

The simian shook as he got his hands under him and slowly forced himself to his feet. He gasped for breath as he got his legs under him, almost falling over and having to lean on the glass. The smears of cum against his already-soaked fundoshi didn't make things better, and his flexible toes curled under him as he bit his lips and kept at least most of the pleasured groans deep inside where they belonged.

He looked up. Finally, something in the darkness beyond the dome could be seen. Silhouettes of figures that looked like businessmen looked down at him, some humanoid, some less so. It was impossible to make out distinctions between them, but they all had eyes that almost glowed in the darkness as they took him in, measuring him, considering him, and clearly making decisions based on what they'd already seen.

One reached sideways, muttering something. Someone else nodded.

"Our audience has asked to see how long the collar can enforce an orgasm. The answer is that it can go on as long as the body can sustain one, which is enough to break most minds."

Takehiko wanted to scream. He was barely holding himself together as it was, and they wanted to see if he could take it to that point? He'd die.

"We are not going to take him to that point."

The simian sighed in relief.

"However, as we have shown you thirty seconds of climax and the subject is capable of standing after that, it is clear that he may have slightly higher than baseline physical attributes. We will test it at two minutes of sustained orgasm. At the end, we will apply medical attention and continue the demo."

Takehiko didn't even have time to scream before the orgasms started again, and then he was too busy moaning. If he survived this, he swore, he'd never settle for middle of the road again.

The End

Summary: A monkey-simian-creature is taken captive for a demonstration of a body control device.

Tags: M/solo, Simian, Quasi-Monkey, Demonstration, Exhibitionism, Body Control, Orgasm, Forced Orgasm, Cum, Fundoshi, Sustained Orgasm, Lots of Cum,