Graduate School

Graduate School – where men are trained for the women who pre-order what they want to buy.

Reckoning’s Mission

Graduate School – Kidnapped Men Meet Their Reckoning

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Graduate School – Prologue

CONTROL SAT AT the head of the big conference table that was filled with Reckoning’s investors, women who were her financial backers, the ones who created the underground facility in a nameless mountain. Their money built it but more important to Control was that their financing showed their belief in her. They gambled on her success that would earn a substantial return on their outlay. A year and half later, the same women were meeting to learn the results and determine if the venture achieved the level of success these women expected.

They weren’t the kind of women who tolerated failure. Or disappointment. None would vote to keep funding, let alone expand, an unprofitable project.

If the numbers didn’t satisfy the women at the table, Reckoning would implode back into the mountain. No one would know it was ever there. Where would that leave Control? She thought about returning to the medical school whose tests she headed up, the ones where men who had perfectly usable penises didn’t erect when their wives or partners wanted to use them. Then there was the staff, the trainers she brought with her to Reckoning, who joined because they believed in Control’s work.

More than that, they shared a common belief. Men’s penises and other genitals belonged to women. Men were most useful when those organs were tightly controlled. They proved it in the first long-term study. Penises can and should erect on demand. All it took was the right training and the correct mindset. Control achieved both.

That research sent men home who got hard when their spouses wanted. All they needed was an app that rang a bell. After two months of strict training, when the men heard it ring, their cocks got stiff. Once they were hard, Control didn’t care what women did with them but follow-up surveys and video showed an unexpected result.

Women didn’t always force-erect penises to use them for traditional sex. They had other ideas.

Written reports and interviews opened a new field of study for Control and her team and she took the results to their logical conclusion. The women at the meeting initially wanted erectable men to rent to their exclusive clients, wealthy businessmen, elected officials, industry leaders and the like, all of whom harbored uncommon fetishes they were desperate to live out in real life. The investors offered Control the opportunity to turn certain men into the merchandise they wanted to buy.

Those women were looking at her right now for the answer to one question. Was Reckoning profitable?

Control took one last look at the spreadsheet she was about to project on the monitors and run through the report she’d practiced in her office, on the plane and again on the helicopter that brought her to the mountaintop lodge they rented for the weekend meeting. She could report on tools and equipment, commissions for her trainers, the recent addition to the extraction team, all the way down to the number of pre-orders, sales and follow-up surveys.

And then she’d introduce her plans to expand Reckoning.

Every cell in the spreadsheet was black, except for the last one. It was bright green.

Creating Unusual Rentables in Graduate School – Amity’s Note

MY INVESTMENT IN Reckoning came after my backing of the original and very successful erection-on-demand study Control conducted. Every two months, Control turned out scores of men we termed erection reluctant and she had a waiting list for upcoming sessions. The experiments included men with working penises but the men’s spouses complained overwhelmingly about two things. First, they wanted penises to get hard when they felt like using them. Second, they didn’t want their men erecting on their own.

My stable’s penises aren’t allowed to erect unless I have use for hard cocks, usually for particular client rentals. That’s why I keep them caged 24/7. Penises are distracting enough to most men but they interfere with the work my property is required to do. The men I own know my rule. They are to do their work accurately and on time the first time. That’s why I remove their penises physically by keeping them caged as well as psychologically. An hour in my punishment building teaches my boys the penalty for even thinking about touching themselves.

The best lessons are severe and memorable. The ones I teach last a lifetime.

I’m not heartless. My stable manager, Jack, machine-milks them three times every week and more often if they get antsy. The machine empties six at a time, so she can run all of them through in less than an hour. From time to time, I visit the milking room off the stable dorm to run the sessions myself. Six men, plus the rest watching, often look at me with hopeful eyes, thinking that maybe this time I’ll let them ejaculate. It never happens, but they always hope.

Once my rental business took off and became a model for the women in my network to increase their income, I wanted to buy more men that matched my clients’ wish lists. Some of their dreams, the ones they confess to me through intimate application questions and required videos before they’re allowed to rent my boys, are very specific. Men like my clients harbor fetishes that are so detailed, I have to buy men with talents that fulfill their dreams. They’re hard to find at auctions or even in private sales. They can also be expensive.

That’s why I was interested in Control’s erection studies. It seemed to me that if she could turn out men whose penises erected on cue, then there was no reason she couldn’t turn certain men into the kinds that satisfied my clients’ wide-ranging longings, no matter how convoluted their fantasies were.

Control and I had several conversations about the talents I wanted to buy and if she could produce them at a reasonable cost and in a timely manner. My clients aren’t used to waiting. Neither am I.

We decided to investigate what it would take to fabricate the men my friends and I wanted to purchase. There were several meetings that added plenty of interested funders and two locations where we could build the complex. I put Gage, my ex-military exclusive, on the task of recommending the better location. He’s moved battalions across continents and oceans, so he was the clear choice. Topography, transportation and tryout are his three considerations.

Then there was the big question of which men we wanted to turn into saleable merchandise. Control developed a checklist for each of the talent categories we suggested. Her list covered their habits, histories and whether they’d be missed – and how Control would deal with that. She suggested childless unmarried men, ones whose lives could be erased more easily. Her head of the Extraction Team, the women who would actually remove those candidates from their environments, had helpful input into the decision.

“Focus on the ones who deride women,” she said. “They won’t be missed.”

We had a solid profile. Men were removed from their lives and transported to Reckoning where Control and her teams turned them into what our purchase orders specified. It took two months and the finished products were pricey but they fit easily into what we already owned and could be rented out with minimal training.

More than that, the ones we bought generated significant rental fees. No matter how unusual the fantasy a client admitted to, there was one for sale on Control’s inventory list. And if she didn’t have one in stock, the Research Team found a likely candidate for the Extraction Team to take out of his useless life so Control could turn him into exactly what we ordered.

We were happy to pay Reckoning’s prices. But we wanted more and we didn’t want to wait two months to have them delivered. My purple gel injected into the captured men’s asses cut Reckoning’s Breakpoint time in half so Physical could start sooner and the Psych Team finished in days instead of weeks. That meant more time in Skills so they passed Control’s trials at a much higher rate. Failures had to be retrained and that took time. Time we didn’t want to waste.

Once we saw the results – a nice net profit – we bought out a lodge in the mountains to have Control tell us the numbers and if the results were positive enough, exactly how she could expand Reckoning to give us and new women we invited into our network more of what we wanted to acquire. And what it would cost.

That’s when the second phase of Reckoning started. Where it wound up is nothing short of amazing.

When I arrived at the lodge and sat at the opposite end of the long conference table from Control, I nodded at her.

That was her cue to start the meeting. The rest isn’t history. It’s the beginning.