COLLEGE BOY PROGRAMMING - JOHNNY'S DISCOVERY

COLLEGE BOY PROGRAMMING – JOHNNY’S DISCOVERY


The semester in which I was in Professor Hinkel's seminar was long over, but I still had a few sessions with Professor Hinkel. One day, I was sitting at the house, when the phone rang. I recognized the number of Professor Hinkel from the Caller ID. I answered the phone:

Johnny: Hello
Professor Hinkel: Hello Johnny, "Promethius"
Johnny: Yes Sir
Professor Hinkel: What are you wearing?
Johnny: A long sleeve tee shirt, a pair of kacki shorts, and my Sanuk Vagabond Sidewalk Surf Shoes with no socks.
Professor Hinkel:  I need to program you some more.
Johnny: Yes Sir, what do you want me to wear Sir?
Professor Hinkel: Come dressed as you are, and meet me at the observatory at 8:00 PM.
Johnny: Yes Sir.

I was getting hard and excited thinking about about this again. I got ready and drove the the Observatory at the what might happen. I arrived and Professor Hinkel was waiting for me. I got out of the car and approached him. After we shook hands, I got handcuffed, blindfolded and gagged, the placed into the car for the ride to Professor Hinkel's.

We arrived at Professor Hinkel's. The seat belt was undone, and I was taken to the house and down that long hall. The handcuffs were undone, and the Leather Hood went over my head and cinched up tight. I was then placed on the edge of the table, where Professor Hinkel then fired up a joint. I was fed about eight hits, and was starting to get stoned. I was laid back on the table, where fist mitts were placed on each hand, then secured to the table. I knew I could not get out of the fist mitts.

Professor Hinkel: Johnny, there are no studies, I just love to tie up Young Guys who are interested in Bondage, and I wanted to expand on this and program Boys to enjoy what they liked. If you are now uncomfortable, tell me, I will untie you and take you back to the Observatory.
Johnny: Oh!
Johnny: Well, I do enjoy our sessions, and I want to continue.

At this point, the headphones went on playing the White Noise. I was fed some Poppers, where my right ankle got secured to the table, then the left. I was then feeling each strap on my body securing me to the table even more. I was getting relaxed and finding my headspace.

Suddenly, the White Noise stopped, and through the headphones.

Professor Hinkel: Johnny, what are you thinking about now.
Johnny: I feel like the tied up Beach Boy, who is ready to serve.
Professor Hinkel: What did you feel the last time?
Johnny: The tied up Academic Boy being programmed to like bondage and excel more academically.
Professor Hinkel: You disclosed the last time you were a sneaker Sanuks and bondage fiend, do you like being tied up in shorts and those Sanuks?
Johnny: Yes Sir.
Professor Hinkel, This time, every time you hear the clap of thunder through the headphones, your feet will feel nice inside of those Sanuks, again hard wired to your cock.
Johnny: Yes Sir.

The Pot was starting to kick in, and I was being fed Poppers. While I knew I had been lied to about the studies, another one of my fantasies was coming true, and that was me being the Kidnapped Boy on a Caribbean Beach. My legs were getting massaged, and my cock was being teased through my shorts. After a blast of the Sweet Aroma Inhalant, I started to drift off. I fell asleep.

When I woke up, I was still strapped to the table, only now I was gagged. I could still feel my hard cock inside my shorts and hear the White Noise through the headphones. Suddenly, the Noise Stopped.

Professor Hinkel: Did you have a nice nap Johnny?
Johnny: Nods head yes.
Professor Hinkel: I love having you tied up, and right now you are my captured Beach Boy, and you are loving this.
Johnny: Shakes head yes.

The headphones went back into place, and the White Noise continued to play, as I was fed Poppers  My cock was played with through my shorts, and again, I drifted off enjoying being the programmed as a Bondage Boy, relaxed. I was ready to accept my fate, though my mind started to race as to what Professor Hinkel might do, but I am enjoying myself, and just letting time slip away without a worry in the world.

Time felt like an eternity, but again, I was loving every minute of this, as I could forget about everything and enjoy myself. Being programmed to love bondage has proved to be relaxing. It clears my mind, and helps me sleep better. Being high and kept on the edge has proven to be exciting, and I am able to put myself into other mind spaces, and I knew that fantasy had been turned into reality again.

Professor Hinkel kept me on the edge of sleep, teasing my cock. My cock was then taken out and hooked to some type of miking machine. Continuing to be fed Poppers and the Sweet Aroma Inhalant, I was loving this. The Professor was adjusting the speed of the machine that was stroking my cock from slow to fast, to medium, to fast, to slow. This was keeping me on the edge, and I felt like I was being programmed to be kept on the edge, and enjoy this. I actually was enjoying this.

At this point I had now idea how long I was tied up, but I could not hold it any more then finally I head this clap of thunder through the headphones, my feet feel nice in those Sanuks, and I shot into the milker. The milker kept going, and I was fed even more poppers. After a few minutes I shot again, but this was not enough as I was fed more poppers and the machine was working on my cock. I was totally squirming, off in another world and shortly shot a third time. Finally the machine stopped. The gag was removed.

From the Headphones I heard;

Professor Hinkle: Johnny, how long you think you were tied up?
Johnny: Five Hours.
Professor Hinkel: Actually it was ten  hours. Even though there are no studies, we helped each other carry out our fantasies, and I was able to discover that Boys can be programmed to enjoy bondage along with certain fetishes.
Johnny: The programming of being controlled has helped me to relax and enjoy the scene.

The hood was undone, and I was released from the table. I handcuffed and gagged, where I was put in the car and driven back to the Observatory. Once there, the handcuffs, blindfold and gag were removed.

Professor Hinkel then commented that he would be in touch, and we each went our separate ways. I did not hear from Professor Hinkel the rest of that semester.

I went home, and about half way through the summer, I had started to think about those sessions and was getting hard. Being I had Professor Hinkel's phone number, I tried to call him, but found the phone had been disconnected.

When I got back to school to start graduate work, I went to Professor Hinkel's office, only to find that the office was now occupied by another Professor from the Psychology Department. I asked this Professor if he knew where Professor Hinkel had relocated his office, and this Professor told me that Professor Hinkel had abruptly resigned about a week following the end of last semester. This Professor went on to say that no one knew where he went, he just left and did not leave any forwarding information.

A few months into the semester, some hunters in the area of the house that Professor Hinkel occupied heard several shots come from inside the house. Being the hunters were armed, they saw no one running from the house. As they looked in they saw a body on the floor of the living room laying in a pool of blood with a Smith and Wesson 9 millimeter automatic weapon in Professor Hinkel's hand. The State Police arrived and secured the scene. A few weeks later, Professor Hinkel's death was ruled a suicide. A thorough search of the house revealed nothing, as Professor Hinkel even destroyed his computer and cell phone before he killed himself. The case was closed.

In some ways, I felt betrayed, but I know I loved my bondage sessions with Professor Hinkel. A few weeks later I discussed this with Brian, the only other one who Professor Hinkel tied up,. or at least that we knew of. We decided to keep this to ourselves, as he did program us to love bondage, be relaxed in bondage and be controlled in bondage, helping us turn our fantasies into reality. As a result, Brian and I started having bondage fun, with each of us taking turns tying each other up and having fun doing it.