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I slept soundly for most of the day Sunday, regaining the lost strength and vitality that had brought me to the point of utter exhaustion. After a long shower and hearty dinner I sat watching TV and looking out at the ominous electric fence that engulfed the entire complex.
I felt a stirring of memories of some former past, and then glimpses of nostalgia from deeply buried events, but could not focus on specifics. I looked around the well furnished apartment and wondered how long I had been here. Weeks? Months? Years? The fact that I could not recall my name didn't seem to cause panic anymore....I had my insane passion of obedience to the women to comfort me. My constant erection entertained me no end when it was being attended to by the cruel staff in the inner treatment enclave.
How I could be so blessed was beyond me...how I had become a part of this mind numbing pleasure astounded me. Some few of the earth's population are just lucky, I surmised. I lay there nude in front of the large screen television, wanting very badly to masturbate, but the restrictions placed on me seared into my consciousness, and I shivered in fear even thinking of such an event.
Within moments the TV screen changed into a panorama of sexual filth. Beautiful women sucking cock and being fucked in every orifice. I jerked to full alertness, absolutely amazed that such things could be appearing on my personal television. This had never happened before, and my bewilderment continued as a lovely young woman received an overflowing mouthful of male ejaculate.
As she slurped the unspeakable mess down I began to shiver in anticipation, and for the life of me could not control my urges and grabbed my painfully erect penis and began to service it with my hand. Oh how good it felt as I moved my fingers up and down the whole length of my large dong, fingering my swollen nuts as the precum goo oozed out of my urethral opening.
I had not been allowed to jackoff for so long, and the forbidden aspect of it drove me to an intense passion, and I stroked more rapidly, making my enormous, and adamantine prick stiffen beyond description. I was overcome with fear, glancing furtively around the room, but could detect no camera, or spy device anywhere.
I knew this meant nothing, and as I increased my pace the draining precum began to splatter over my groin area, reminding me that I was doing something absolutely forbidden, and for which I would be held accountable.
I moved quickly down before the TV screen, placing my face near the image of an open cunt, marvelously displayed by skillful camera work, and stoked ever faster inhaling the phantom odor emanating from the sopping pussyhole.
The eruption came over me suddenly, and I groaned out loud in ecstasy, jerking backward against the edge of the comfortable easy chair behind me. As I fell backward onto the thick carpet a viscous line of semen spit out from my fiery dickhead, and splattered across the large viewing screen, flowing in rivulets all the way down, and finally dripping to the carpet below.
I was terrified greatly from my unspeakable sin, and just sat there convulsing uncontrollably as the white fluid continued to squirt out of me, and a large area of wetness formed below my privates. My face was flaccid and blank as the cum was forced from me by my insane lust, and finally my senses began to return, as the last vestiges of my thick male liquid drained from my spent organ, and I lay there shaking as the raunchy show ended. The TV screen returned to normal programming shortly after I had finished, and I could not for the life of me figure out what had just happened.
Why would they display such an obscene show in view of my mandate of strict abstinence.
I retrieved a towel from the bathroom, and kneeled, blotting up the mess that I had so inconsiderately deposited on their expensive carpet, feeling the pangs of regret and terror eating at my inner regions.
After I had cleaned as thoroughly as possible, I put a robe around me and flopped down on the large comfort chair. Memories of a time past bubbled up from my deep psyche, and a passionate kiss in the arms of the woman I loved....but then it was gone.
For a moment I knew who lived inside my mind....but only for a moment, and I returned to my state of limbo, once again focusing on the beautiful witches tormenting me each day. My guts were clenched in knotted dread, knowing that I had committed a serious offense.
I searched the apartment for any possible clue of a spy device....I could find nothing, but knew something was watching me always, and that the world would come crashing down on my next session with Dr. Samantha. The memory of her breathtaking sexuality burned inside me, and unbelievably, made my penis firmly erect once more.
I fell asleep on the easy chair as the semen continued to drain from my swollen pisshole, absorbed by the soft material of the robe, and dreamed deeply, of the forbidden atrocities being inflicted on me each day.
I slept for most of the remainder of the day, enjoying a lazy Sunday that had given me a temporary and crucial sojourn from my intense schedule. I was able to release myself of the unmentionable pressure that was my world now, and the evening hours of TV entertainment and snacks, and drowsiness was wonderful beyond description.
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On awakening Monday morning, I felt the pangs of visceral misery eat at me, dreading this day and the consequences of my actions the day before.
After a good shower and breakfast and my medications, including the vaporizer mist, I prepared to depart for my afternoon session, and when I tried to put my shorts on, I stopped suddenly, and could not move a muscle. I dropped the underwear on the chair and stood there, trembling a bit, and the vicious fingers in my mind began to claw at me and dominate me.
I knew what I must do. I would have no use for clothing this morning, and would be compelled to leave my room with nothing on at all, save the resigned look of humiliation that had become a part of me now.
I left the safety of my quarters, and walked rapidly down the long hallway of the housing complex with my hand cupped under my penis, passing a number of people along the way, and over in to the crowded reception area. My cock was swollen so that it bobbed up and down painfully with each step. Mortified, I entered the busy reception room, and on this occasion, I was the only nude person present there.
This did absolutely nothing to soothe my horrified embarrassment, and as I sat down after registering, my eyes were blurred with the exhaustive, dark wetness of utter debasement that had eaten it's way into my very soul.
I actually looked at each woman around me, unable to escape their amused stares, and inexplicably allowed myself to be further humiliated, looking into their disgusted eyes. I had no cloth to absorb the drainage from my pisshole, and a pretty female guard came over and handed me a small towel.
I looked up at her, expecting, possibly, an iota of compassion, but instead found more humiliation from her irritated frown. "You're dripping on the seat sir....do you think someone else wants to sit there after you've made a mess?"
My eyes were pits of dark shame now, and with a resigned sigh I apologized again and again as the nearby women grinned slyly to themselves.
I waited quite some time for my name to be called, but instead, finally, a pretty nurse in her forties came through the inner office door, and walked straight toward me. She had a dog lease and collar in her hand, and glided swiftly down the row and stopped in front of me. The people around me looked on in puzzlement as she held the collar in front of my face.
"On your knees....now!", she said emotionlessly. You could have heard a pin drop as all eyes in the room focused on me, and my jaw dropped as she pushed my head in a downward direction, toward the floor.
I dropped immediately, and as she attached the thick collar tightly around my neck, I looked into the eyes of a stunning blond across from me. She was enjoying my defilement tremendously, and gloated with an insulting smirk when the reception nurse jerked upward and pulled me along behind her.
I walked on all fours as best I could, and could not keep up with her pace, and she jerked the chain hard as she walked to the entrance of the inner area. I nearly fell over as we passed the end of the row of seats nearest the inner office door, and plodded along behind her, and looked back and caught a glimpse of the roomful of surprised faces just as the door closed behind us.
The muffled laughter that erupted after we had left the room was almost more than I could bear, and I looked up and saw Dr. Samantha's nurses, Nancy and Christina, coming toward us in the hallway.
Nancy took the chain from the nurse and gave my face a very hard slap with her hand. I jerked from the pain, and they pulled me unceremoniously into the ante area of Dr. Sam's office. Christina kicked my ass and made me fall to the floor as Nan pulled upward on the chain shutting off my air briefly.
With the hallway door closed the two perverted women began to abuse me in a way that was quite frightening to me. They pulled me into their nurse's treatment room and had me bend over and grip my ankles once again. Nancy pulled my leash down and fastened it on the floor as I held tightly to my ankles.
I was in a state of utter shock and disorientation now, and as Christina duck taped my hands to my ankles, Nancy took out several containers and placed them on her work area.
"I won't disillusion you," said Nancy, "you're in serious trouble now, and you have no idea what the doctor is going to do to you." I shivered as she began to rub a cold lubricant all over my ass cheeks. She covered them thoroughly and ran her hand into my asscrack and coated every nuance there with the cream.
"I'm going to explain what I'm doing with you so that you'll know," she said, breathlessly...."this salve will soften and toughen your skin greatly, and it will make your ass cheeks much more sensitive than usual. Your skin will be far less likely to tear or bruise once this has been absorbed."
Her cold hands continued to apply the salve liberally, and I could feel the cool air on my ass, and her every touch. She then applied several more kinds of salves to the same area, and my skin became so sensitive that I felt a sharp pain each time she made contact.
"You're going to scream," she said through gritted teeth, "isn't he Chris?"
Christina pulled on my balls and squeezed them as she spoke...."He has no fucking idea Nan.....just the slightest thumping on your ass will be excruciating, and you're going to receive much more than just a slight thumping my friend."
She slapped my dick hard and made it flip violently as I screamed. Nancy continued rubbing the special ointments in as I stood there quivering, and her very touch became sharply painful.
"There, that should do it, he's ready now." They unclipped my leash and, one on each side, began to walk me out into the ante area. The duck tape made me grip my ankles tightly as I moved, step my step, and soon we stood before Dr. Sam's office door.
Nancy knocked lightly, and from inside I could hear Dr. Samantha's throaty voice. "Yes.....bring him in."
They walked me one step at a time into the room and I could just barely make my way along. It was very difficult to raise my head, so I merely looked at the thick carpeting beneath me as the nurses walked me slowly across to the doctor. My ass was tingling on the threshold of pain and my awkward position was becoming extremely uncomfortable.
We stood waiting in front of Dr. Sam, and I balanced there, squatted over in great discomfort as the women looked at me.
Dr. Samantha stood and put her hand on my still bald head....."Remember when I told you that you would meet my friend the leather strap, and scream in pain?"
"We saw you.....yesterday....beating off your meat in front of the TV....and though I must admit that it was greatly entertaining for all of us....we find that we are, after all, not amused, since you have broken a monumental tenant here, and I'm afraid must suffer greatly for it."
My blood ran cold, and my heart beat rapidly as I envisioned what was to come, and despite this, my adoration of this horrible woman knew no bounds.
Nancy swiftly reached between my legs and captured my exposed balls in her hand. I could feel the long fingernails pinching inward on my engorged nuts as she pulled hard to separate them.
"We really enjoyed watching you beat off in front of the TV yesterday asshole, and when you sniffed the TV screen we all had a good laugh," Nancy said, compressing my nuts between her fingers, "ain't that right Dr. Samantha?"
I was fighting off the nausea that my painful position was producing, and the deeply insulting comments from the beautiful Nancy enhanced my feelings of absolute worthlessness, which made the nausea even worse.
Christina reached between my legs also and pulled my hard dick outward, stretching it awkwardly. She pinched it and slapped it as Nancy roughly kneaded my swollen ball sack.
Dr. Sam slapped my ass hard and I screeched in pain as the two nurses did their thing with my reproductive organs.
The gorgeous psychiatrist ran her hand soothingly over my tender ass cheeks. "Did you think you could get away with it? We watch everything, and everything is seen on every closed circuit television in the both buildings. Every time you take a shit you're broadcast all over the facility, do you understand you ignorant fuck!"
"Walk!," screamed Dr. Samantha, and they pushed and propelled me toward the treatment room. I jumped awkwardly, hopping one foot ahead of the other, the duck tape holding my hands firmly in place, and soon we entered the lab where I had received an intense hypnotic treatment during my last visit.
Dr. Sam pushed me into position over and in front of two video floor cameras, each aimed at my face, and clipped my leash to the floor in front of me to hold my head in place. She positioned a microphone near my lips, and restrained my ankles securely with floor straps on either side, and pulled down a support strap that hung from the ceiling. The strap had a broad leather pad that she placed under my arms. She pushed a button and the strap began to pull upward, holding me securely under my chest, so that it would be impossible for me to fall over in any direction.
My intense feeling of physical discomfort was slightly relieved by this, and the aching in my legs abated somewhat. Christina and Nancy sat on either side of me, and Nan gripped my nuts and pulled them apart widely attaching a weight to them, so that when she released it, my balls were pulled downward heavily, and I gasped from the dull hurting as they hung there below me.
The doctor then sat beside me and swabbed my arm, carefully inserting an IV needle, and taped it securely. An IV bag hung nearby, and she started the drip so that the fluid began to enter my bloodstream.
"You will not pass out on me you worthless bastard....you will endure your punishment and suffer all of the pain. This will keep you fully conscious during our little conversion party."
Dr. Samantha retrieved something from the wall and came over to me. She held the object down by my face so that I could see it clearly, and my stomach turned over in fear, as I stared at it.
"This is my little friend and confidant," she whispered.
It was a thick leather strap, about a yard long, and shined with freshly applied oil, so that it's surface seemed wet and fluid. She moved back and cracked it near my head, the soft leather implement snapping loudly in my ear.
One of the nurses slapped my ass hard, and I screamed in pain as the sharp impact bit into my extremely tender cheeks.
Dr. Samantha stood behind me and cracked her strap several more times. "Did you know," she recited, in a monotonous tone, "that the sound produced by a human voice can reach eighty five decibels or more under proper motivation. I have induced some of my slaves to produce screams in the near one hundred range. Let's see what we can do today."
I was grunting in terror now, unable to comprehend the harsh cruelties being inflicted on me, and tried desperately to steel myself for the coming agony. When the first blow hit my ass, all of that went out the door as I screamed in utter horror from the pain.
I screamed several times as the weights bobbed up and down on my swinging balls, and the second lash brought out a strange gurgling sound from me as the spittle ran from my mouth, and I expelled screeching bellows of pain, over and over again. The horrendous torture was unbearable, but I was forced to bear it, screaming over and over again as the lash ripped into my unbelievably tender buttocks.
Dr. Sam was just getting in form now, and continued her merciless lashing, shouting out decibel levels with each excruciating crack of the leather punishment tool. I screamed so loudly that my vocal cords gave out, and a strange, rasping shriek was all that was left.
"Oh no...no! No...no...no....ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhack! Oh no please... no...no...ahhhhhhhheeeeeeeek! My balls were jerking violently now, and the searing pain in them merely aggravated the unspeakable torture being forced on me.
The cracking sound was so loud that it sounded like a rifle shot, and I was reaching a point where my mind might snap from the sheer pain. I was gasping and slobbering and shrieking as she worked over every inch of my extremely sensitive ass with the thick razor strap whip, and I was sure that I would have passed out by now, except for the IV attached to me.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Eeeeeeeeeeahhhhsh! Oh please....oh please.....aaahhhhhhhhhhhhack!"
I was without a mind now and babbling and begging for mercy in a patheticly shameful voice, even as Dr. Samantha grunted and worked me over. I was near snapping when she stopped, and I hung on the straps unable to function mentally. I babbled and gurgled and shook violently, the sweat pouring from my body in streamers. I continued to make nonsense sounds as my mind tried to deal with unbearable agony ripping my ass to shreds.
I could hear Dr. Sam breathing heavily, after her great exertion, and she placed the strap back on the wall and sat beside me with the two women. She bent down and spoke to me as Nancy removed the weights from my tormented balls.
"You will live and breath by my every word...you will crawl and gladly do any disgusting thing for me or any other woman, no matter to what infinite degree it may be desired. You are nothing but shit under my feet, and you will obey me absolutely, completely, insanely, and you will jump to obey my every whim.
You no longer have an ego.....you have no self....only your insane craving for abuse from me and every other woman....do you understand me you pig piece of shit?"
I was mentally functional again, and I groaned piteously as I answered her. "Oh yes, oh yes......oh please let me serve you....oh please let me serve you, please, please I will do anything...oh please let me serve you."
I was changed inside after that session, so that nothing could ever cause me to disobey her, or any woman again, a branding iron of agony and humiliation had seared it's way into my inner core, and I knew that I was now her appendage, thinking only of obedience to her, and to every other of the staff here.
The indescribable and horrific pain had ripped shards of reality from my concept of self, I was now, and always would be scum under her feet...piss in a urinal....she had expertly removed all of my substance, that which was the driving force making me different from the other people around me.
She rubbed some kind of salve over my asscheeks, and the pain lessened immediately. I was detached from my leash restraint, my ankle straps, and IV, and they cut the duct tape securing my hands to my ankles. I couldn't stand, and they lowered the ceiling strap so that I could be placed in a wheelchair.
I screeched again when I sat down, and Dr. Sam injected me with a hypo and the pain quickly melted away. I was high from the powerful drug, and was wheeled back to my room for the rest of the day to sleep it off.
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In my dreams I searched room after room in an endlessly large building....searching for what was left of me....I opened one door, then another....and there was always nothing there. When I awoke it was seven in the evening and I had not previously been scheduled for an appointment in the masturbation center. For this I was incredibly grateful.
A nurse came at seven thirty and commanded me to strip and lay face down on the bed. She administered a salve on my sore ass, rubbing it in completely. The pain was not significant now, and I could tell that the medications given me were working very well.
The pretty nurse slid her skilled fingers all over my ass cheeks and into my ass crack, and applied the salve twice. "You going to be a good boy now?, and do exactly what you're told to do?" She knew what I was becoming, and seemed to take enjoyment from my lowly position on the social scale.
She finished her ministrations on my bare ass, then stood for a moment, and turned, with her rear to my face, and pulled down her white pantsuit and panties, revealing a perfect butt. "Now you lowlife bastard, you're going to kiss my ass aren't you?" She bent over and spread her cheeks, revealing a dark brown asshole.
I immediately moved to obey her, rubbing my face over her smooth asscheeks, and kissed both of her creamy white buttocks. I moved my mouth back and forth smooching every inch of her wonderful rear.
"Suck my asshole....suck it real good!"
I was insanely horny by now and secured my lips over her well pronounced anal sphincter, as she pulled her crack wider apart, and I began to suck voraciously, enjoying the wonderfully musky smell of a recent bowel movement. I sucked her bunghole passionately as she moaned in pleasure.
"Here's what you're good for," she gasped, and she expelled a long and powerful fart into my mouth. I paused momentarily, but continued sucking and cleaned her rear hole completely, as I inhaled the smell. I was disappointed when she pulled away, and looked down despondently.
"I can use you any way I want and you know it don't you?
She paused and gazed down at me for a moment. "Don't look so sad you stupid fuck, I've got more for you."
She turned around and pulled my face into her wet cunt, and a pungent moistness covered my mouth. She towered over me as she rubbed her fragrant vagina all over my face, and pulled my head back and pinched my nose so that I had to open my mouth.
"Keep it open!, she grunted, and as I looked obediently up at her she pissed in my mouth. I drank it, sputtering as the warm urine gushed in, and swallowed all of it. Her urine was a bit swampy and salty, and her vaginal secretions also flowed in, as I gulped the waste liquids from her swollen urethra.
She took a towel and wiped herself, and pulled her panties and pantsuit up, and looked down at my wet face with a condescending expression.
"Any woman can do whatever they want with you can't they, and you like it. You don't have any shame left do you? You know something, I think you're about a pathetic piece of shit but, to tell you the truth, I also think you're cute."
"You take this salve and apply it to your buttocks each day for three days, it'll soak in so that you won't even notice it."
"I'll probably be seeing you around you worthless bastard." She grinned at me and left, and I lay there looking at the ceiling for several minutes.
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The following morning I received a call on the phone, and was instructed to report to the masturbation area at twelve noon. I received few calls, and only when necessary. Once again when I prepared to leave, I found that it was impossible for me to wear clothing, and I would be forced to venture out again nude, with my usual hardon.
My meds had been altered slightly, and I noticed that the drainage from my penis was becoming much more pronounced than before. I reached for a handkerchief, but found it impossible to take it with me. The overpowering inner voice now dictated my every move. I knew that they were implanting suggestions in my mind, either by direct hypnotic inducement, or possibly by subliminal persuasion.
Once more I would have to deal with my copious and constant seminal discharge, and face the abject humiliation in the reception area. I headed out the door and down the crowded hallway, for my appointment.
I arrived at the reception room, and thankfully there were three other nude individuals there that day. Anyone who must be in the reception area nude is fully aware of the special kind of degradation that it produces, and thereafter is sympathetic to others who are in this position. Seemingly, however, not everyone had to go through this, I estimated possibly one in twenty.
My sense of humiliation was not to be described as I walked into the area, and over to the reception desk with my hand under my dick. I checked in and tried not to look at anyone in particular, and I felt that I was truly at the lowest point possible. I humbly asked the receptionist nurse if I might borrow a towel and she became irritated and told me that I would not be able to sit down before my appointments anymore, as long as I was dripping on everything.
I looked around anxiously and found a spot near the front entrance door next to the row of seats against the wall. I didn't even look at the sitting patients, and each person who came in eyed me curiously, wondering what I was doing standing there. It was a place where I would be most out of the way of traffic and least likely to bump into someone.
I had been reduced to the absolute depths of degradation by the nurse's use of a dog leash on my last visit, and there were many here now who had witnessed my special embarrassment, and who displayed their lewd awareness of my presence with sly grins of sarcasm. I was a live nerve emotionally, and was unsuccessful in numbing my horrific feelings of mortification. I was totally bare to their cruel censure, and felt like an animal on a spit, slowly being roasted, my self esteem being flayed off me unmercifully.
Finally, the same nurse who had led me by the dog chain called my name, and when I came to the inner door she looked at me, and at my hand with disgust. There was nothing, unfortunately, that I could do about that, so I meekly followed her through the appropriate door, and down the hallway to the dreaded masturbation area.
I met two women coming down the hallway and looked sheepishly at them as we passed. I could always detect that look of amusement in the faces of passersby, but in general most of the inhabitants became adjusted to the strange and unorthodox sexual therapy techniques that had been used so successfully here, and after a time knew that anything at all was to be expected.
I entered into the anteroom of the masterbation clinic, and sat down. There was no one else there and I was grateful for that.
My hand was near overflowing by now with precum, and I was becoming panicky, desperate to get rid of it before Sandy or Elke came. I felt that they would be quite angry if I entered the area this way, and I also knew that if I threw it on the floor they would be just as angry. I could have thrown it against the wall in the hallway if no one had been present, but it didn't work out that way. As I sat waiting I decided to use my only option.
I held my hand to my mouth and quickly slurped up the mess, and scrunched up my face as I did so, sucking the precum off as I swallowed it. I was disgusted with myself as I licked my hand clean, but feared humiliation by the two masturbation nurses so much that I felt I had no choice. The funky taste was repulsive to me but at least I had found a way around the strange problem.
Sandy opened the inner door, and smiled broadly at me. "Would you come in please," she said with comic affect, as though I were a celebrity.
How well I knew that her sweet smile was totally deceptive, and remembered her full intentions toward me. I was dirt to her and Elke. They were becoming a part of the instrument of my destruction.
Sandy led me to the back of the large main room into one of her 'treatment cubicles'.
There were six women there, all of them presumably volunteer residents of the facility, and I had no idea what today's session would be like. Sandy grabbed my hands and looked at them. "Alright, where did you put it?", she grinned slyly.
I looked at her innocently, pretending not to understand her meaning. Her expression changed dramatically, and she stared daggers at me as she stood waiting for an answer. I knew what she meant, and had no idea that it would come up in conversation.
"If you don't tell me where you put it you'll deeply regret it, I promise! You had to have accumulated a handful of precum on your way here, where the fuck is it?"
She looked quizzically at me and smiled slightly. She then examined my hand, and let it drop back down to my side. "You ate your own cum didn't you?," she laughed, "You were afraid you'd be punished if you had cum in your hand weren't you?"
The women were laughing outloud by now, looking from one to the other as my humiliation continued. "You keep your fucking precum in your hand from now on until you get here, is that clear, then we will have you eat it on camera for thousands of internet viewers right before each session, how doe's that sound to you?"
I looked down in shame, the overpowering conditioning I had been subjected to had reduced me to a sniveling child when under the influence of the pretty female staff here. I melted into embarrassed obedience as she finished her lecture.
She reached down and rubbed her fingers over my pisshole and then onto her apron.
"Now you ignorant bastard, kneel in this fixture and put your hands down so we can strap you in."
"Fucking ate your own cum because you were afraid of us....I don't believe it!" They all enjoyed another good laugh as Sandy rubbed her hand over my ass.
I knelt quickly over the padded fixture in the doggie style position, and lay my head on a padded chin support. There was a computer cam, and a video cam directly in front of my face, and computer cams located on either side of me, and to my rear. Sandy strapped me in and tightened the restraints so that I was completely immobile. My wrists were strapped to the floor support, and my legs and ankles and midsection so that I could not move.
Sandy swabbed my right hip with alcohol and gave me an injection. She didn't pretend to be gentle in the process, and moved the needle so that more pain was produced. I squirmed in discomfort, and grunted as she injected the reddish liquid in, and she swabbed again after finishing. The smell of alcohol always makes me feel butterflies inside, no doubt due to doctor's office visits, and it actually made my erection more pronounced, if that were possible.
Cum was draining out of my penis profusely now, due in part to the exotic drugs being given me, but also because of the hard usage that I had experienced during my stay here. Sandy placed a special elongated ceramic receptacle under my privates, and it was supported on an adjustable platform.
"So what are we going to do to this one Sandy?," asked one of the attractive ladies...."he looks real hot all trussed up like that."
"Ladies, first of all I want to thank you for your volunteer support in our masturbation research projects, and I want to assure you that your donated time here will be compensated gratuitously in the future by various means."
"Anna, Frieda, Wilma, Alicia, Louise, Roberta....what we will do to this male slave is an important part of our intense forced masturbation research initiative. We intend to explore the absolute limits of the male ejaculation process. You have all attended the tutorial sessions during the past months concerning the male genital anatomy, and are well aware of the basic physiological processes involved."
"I will ask you to milk him like a cow, you have also received tutorial sessions in the manipulation of excreting organs, including male sexual organs and working cow's udders, though most of you already have this experience. I think that you will find this entertaining, and an interesting and erotic sexual adventure. Do not think about this slaves discomfort....that means nothing to us here, and should mean nothing to you also as participants."
"If he yells or makes any sounds whatever, ignore this and continue your turn. Each of you will masturbate him to ejaculation, one after the other, and then repeat the process until we have reached his absolute refractory limit. By that time he should be experiencing extreme discomfort and pain, notwithstanding the pleasure he might feel while being milked by six lovely women."
My ass was still raw from my whipping but the salve and painkillers had pretty much eliminated most of the hurt.
"Now ladies, sit in the your seats, or stand if you like, and we'll begin the first ejaculation sequence. I'll call your names as your turn comes up, and you may sit in either one of the milking chairs on each side of the slave."
"I recommend that you spend some time massaging his balls before each jerkoff, but gently ladies, remember that your manipulation must be measured and careful, to assure evacuation of his testes without damage or trauma. Just play with those balls a little bit then jack him off. I'll tell you if you're being a bit too rough. We'll just let the semen accumulate in the receptacle and I'll have a use for that later."
"Our highest Internet site score for this particular process is eighty nine percent, so that is the mark you will be trying to beat. As you milk him off the large online audience will be grading your efforts, as well as his facial expressions and comments. All of this has an effect on the kind of response elicited from the audience. I'd estimate that there must be up to a hundred thousand viewers now online, since this is one of our most popular events."
"No fellatio is allowed at this time, only masturbation."
Sandy shoved lubricant in my asshole with her finger, and picked up a thin vibrator from the counter. She turned it on and slid it up my anus deeply, and left it there to enhance the session. My prostate became highly charged due to the high frequency vibration, and I shook all over as my penis flipped up and down involuntarily.
The aphrodisiac had begun to hit me very hard, and I strained against the straps needing desperately to relieve myself. I was breathing heavily by now, and in an extreme state of sexual arousal. I pumped my hips in a fucking motion, and the women seemed to get a kick out of this.
"Now, let us begin. Anna take a seat and give him his first hand job."
Anna smiled broadly. She was in her thirties, a pretty brunette, and was well endowed physically. She was a farm girl, as were all of them, and knew how to use her hands for milking. She sat comfortably, and gently reached down and cupped my hanging balls in her hands. She applied gentle pressure and moved them around in her fingers. Farm ladies knew what these were for.
I squirmed in pleasure, and continued pumping my hips, and she slid her other hand over my hard cock and gently stroked it. Her soft hand moved up and down in a regular motion, and she gently kneaded my swollen nuts while doing this. Her jacking motions became a bit more insistent, and I reared my head back in pleasure as she performed her duties.
She looked around at my face to see the results of her efforts, and smiled knowingly and ran her tongue over her lower lip as she increased her stroke speed. It didn't take long to bring me off, and I yelled as my load was expelled under great pressure. I spit wad after wad of steaming cum into the container as she expertly continued her stroking, and she looked at my facial expressions as she helped pull out my enormous ejaculation.
She was very good and knew when to ease up, and when to increase speed. "On my gosh," said Alicia, "look at his load...I don't believe it!"
Sandy rubbed her hand gently over my ass and adjusted the vibrator from time to time as she spoke to me.
Anna finished and wiped her hand off and got up off the seat.
"Frieda, your turn please."
Frieda jumped up eagerly, and sat in the same milking position as Anna. She also gently placed her hands under my swinging nuts, and took one in each hand, applying gentle pressure to them. She let them flop between her strong fingers, and pulled down on both of them, massaging the upper nerve complex expertly.
My penis was still semi erect, and she peeled back my foreskin, and stroked the head gently, letting the flexible tissue slide up and down. Forty three year old Frieda was born and raised on a farm and was quite experienced at this kind of thing. She was not as pretty as the others but was a fulsome and sexually active kind of woman. Her red hair gave evidence of the seething, horny feelings she kept restrained inside her.
She loved to masturbate men, as well as farm animals, and her firm, unrelenting grip on my balls told me that she was totally in charge, and that she had done this countless times before.
She leaned and looked at my face, kissing my cheek as she expertly fondled my large, still swollen stones.
"We're going to have some fun hon....now you just relax and let's see if you've got some more in these nasty balls. You're going to like what Frieda does to you."
She pulled gently but firmly down on my nuts and stretched them, and cupped her fingers around my now erect cock. She moved her hand slowly at first and my dick slid through the tunnel of her cupped digits, producing a sensation not unlike that of a tight cunt.
She increased her hand speed as she pressed my balls between her strong fingers and at one point the pressure became uncomfortable. I grunted and gasped as she looked around at my face, and then her hand became a blur of motion, her breath coming in short bursts, as she worked me.
"Come on boy, show Frieda what you've got in there. She held my nuts wide apart and fingered them, and simultaneously I groaned, as drool began to accumulate at the corner of my mouth, and I squealed quietly as a thick stream of dickwad eruped from the hole at the tip of my prick.
The viscous milk spit out each time Frieda jerked her hand, and she knew just how to keep it squirting. She went beyond the comfort point and I tensed and gritted my teeth when the ejaculation began to hurt.
"That's a good one...that's a good one", she gushed, when I had finished draining. "I'll bet you like Frieda now hon don't you."
She kissed my cheek again and got up from her seat.
The other women had come closer for a good look at the action and were making comments the whole time.
Sandy slid the vibrator in deeply and edged it around stretching my anus as she tickled my prostate.
"Wilma," she said, still smoothing her hand over my asscheeks.
Wilma was in her thirties also but her dirty blond hair made her look older. She had also been raised on a farm, and had extensive experience milting horses for artificial insemination. Her large hands could fit easily around a very large horse cock, and she had, on occasion, jacked off restrained animals just for the fun of it.
She was a gentle and loving woman, and masturbating her husband was one of her favorite pastimes, and served as an alternative for normal sex at appropriate times. She loved the feel of a hard cock in her hands, and reveled in the pleasure of feeling and inspecting male testes.
I was perspiring by now, and the mind numbing pleasure made me quiver with satisfaction, as the women did me. I looked directly into the cameras in front of me, knowing that I was completely exposed and vulnerable. I was becoming a bit more used to the humiliation over time, but the staff here seemed intent on my not becoming acclimated, so that my mortification was newly enhanced day by day.
My balls had been emptied two times, and I had begun to feel some discomfort, but the ecstasy I felt was palpable. Thinking of all the people watching my face and naked body right now made me cringe, but I steeled myself, and vowed to make the most of the situation.
Wilma very gently raised her hand so that my balls sank down in a pile on them, and she closed her strong fingers around my entire scrotum pinching lightly at the top. She gripped my balls and squeezed firmly but gently, in and out. First a bit of pressure, then release.
She lubricated her hand and cupped it over the tip of my penis, slowly sliding it backward so that my fore skin slid back, exposing my sensitive glans. She pinched the head gently all over and then began to move her hand up and down my shaft, completing a full motion each time.
She whispered in my ear........"Don't be ashamed, let's have some fun. I want you to cum and feel real intense orgasm when you do. I know exactly what you want, and you just let go. I'll do it real filthy for you."
She jacked harder, and though I was a bit drained my cock responded to her hand and her words, and soon I was humping again, and she quickened her pace to such a speed that I was quite overcome. I groaned loudly, and expelled air as I ejaculated my third load into her blazing hand.
She continued whacking me even after I spit my wad and it became fairly painful. She released me and wiped her hand and kissed me on my bald head, and the next milker sat down.
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I actually did not remember my name, or much of my past, only fleeting glimpses, and I seemed to be trapped in a constant present, and uncertain future. This didn't cause panic attacks anymore, which I supposed was the result of the carefully selected, and administered medications given me several times a day.
I endured sessions like this as part of my duties to the beautiful staff here, and accepted whatever happened as inevitable.
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Sandy was applying a medicated salve now to my buttocks, and her soothing hand movement made me even more sensitive and aroused.
"Alicia, if you please."
Alicia was a blond in her twenties and was actually quite beautiful, with a perfectly proportioned body. She was an equestrian, and riding and training horses was her passion. She loved the feeling of control, and privately loved the feel of an erect horsecock in her strong hands.
She loved to suck cock and masturbate men, and delighted in the hot streamers of fresh male semen, spitting from a well worked penis. She was determined to show her prowess to the older women, and was quite in heat for the effort. She sat on the other side for her work since she was left handed, and snuggled up closely for easy access to the hot set of balls hanging ready for her, and the large semi erect prick dripping semen.
She gently held both nuts in her right hand, letting them roll around as she peeled back the foreskin of the delicious cock. She licked her lips as she stroked the impressive penis, and gave it several quick jerks to test the elasticity of the skin.
She leaned over and looked at my face, and nibbled on my ear. She felt the nasty prick begin to harden in her soft hands, and continued to twirl my large nuts around with the fingers of her other hand. She wanted to suck those balls, but, of course, this was not allowed now.
She began to jerk the penis off, and gradually increased her pace. She leaned and stuck her tongue in my ear again, and poked it in and wiggled it around as she jacked me off. Her strong hand gripped my swollen dong tightly, and she fucked it with her thin fingers, as though she were providing a hot mouth or tight cunt for my captured pecker.
My cock was on fire now, the gorgeous woman was not really aware of the discomfort she was causing, but on the other hand I was so hot that I tried to forget about the great strain on my sexual organs. My eyes were glazed over in pleasure, but I was not able to ejaculate at this point.
I just lay there and let things happen, and if they wanted me to cum, they would make sure I did. Her tongue was wetting down my ear, and I breathed in gasps, as her hand became a blur of motion. I was working up another ejaculation, and I think she was aware of it, but my balls were slapping against her fist, and were becoming quite inflamed.
She whispered in my ear as she speed jacked me........
"Come on sugar, you're going to spit for me regardless of how you feel. I'd rather be sucking that juicy dick of yours but this will have to do. Empty those balls right now!"
Her efforts finally paid off, and I felt another eruption coming on, and grunted like some kind of unidentifiable creature as my poor dick ejected more semen. It was a very small load, but she milked it out so that it really hurt........the strangeness of pleasure and pain dawned on me as she continued to stroke, even after my milk had dribbled out.
Gratefully, she stopped and I got a short break from the increasing strain on my system.
She moved back and wiped her hands, smiling in triumph at me.
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At this point Sandy sat in one of the milking seats with a hypodermic in her hand. She swabbed the base of my raw dick, and held firmly with her left hand as she injected the contents of the syringe directly into the base of my penis. The sharp stinging sensation made me jerk, and she pinched the spot tightly for a few minutes, and released it, and stroked and flipped my dick gently to produce another intense erection.
The effect was dramatic, and my penis became hard again quickly, and my balls hung loosely under me, swollen and sore from the attentions forced upon me so far by four of the women.
She stood and returned to my rear where she gave me a second injection in my hip.
"Louise...it is now your turn."
Louise quickly got up and sat in the right side milking chair, and gingerly gripped my drooping nuts in her hands. She massaged them very gently, and felt the swollen testicles between her fingers.
The aphrodisiac hit me hard, and I grunted hoarsely as I once again pumped my hips.
Louise was about fifty years old but very pretty with shining black hair, and she had the best body of the whole group. Louise and her husband ran a stud farm, and she was imminently experienced in the manipulation and milking of the large sex organs of her stallions.
She was a cocksucker also, but would never have revealed this to the other women. She loved to suck her husbands cock and eat his sweet spunk, and also loved to suck horsecock eat mouthfuls of the very tangy equine sperm. In fact, she considered it quite a delicacy, and supplemented her diet quite often with the rich cream. Her husband had become accustomed to this disgusting habit over the years, but insisted that she wash her mouth out thoroughly after any such activity.
Louise gently held my inflamed nuts in her hands. Softly pulling them apart and feeling them between her strong and rough hewn fingers. She hadn't let her fingernails grow for years because of possible damage to the horse cocks she milked regularly.
She knew that this prick had been drained already four times and that she must be careful. She also knew that she must extract another load from my dick, and that it would probably cause me pain. This was not her concern though, she was merely doing what the staff dictated.
She pulled downward very slowly on my distended nuts, and rolled them around in her worn hands. She was good...and she knew cock, and how to make it spit. She put some lotion on her right hand and slid it over the very hard penis. She knew that the erection was artificially produced, however, and that there was always the danger of ischemia in the tissues after a time.
She loved the feel of my large meat in her hand, and began to stroke it slowly and expertly. She cared only about the cock and balls, and detached herself from the recipient of her attentions. She stroked a little faster now and felt my hips pump forward. This was a good sign and she knew she was heading in the right direction. She moved her skilled fingers rapidly now, and there was very little friction as her expert hand forced the fiery red cock to respond.
I was grunting in pleasure now, and as she continued her slick, rapid wanking, she gently rolled my exposed balls between her fingers. She knew I was on the verge and only intensified her efforts as my hips fucked her hand. She knew that men liked to fuck, but they also like to be jacked off and milked.
She felt me jerk violently, and I yelled as my penis desperately tried to expel more seminal fluid. Only a few drops came out however, and she worked my balls and jacked me in pulses, making the orgasm occur again and again. I was yelping in pain now, and she milked out the last drop as I shook and grunted in great discomfort. Afterward she smoothed my balls with her hand and kissed them...a slight indiscretion that was allowed by Sandy.
The continued intensive sexual arousal was becoming intolerable for me, and I didn't know how this would all end. My balls felt like large knots of torn muscle, having been drained repeatedly by the volunteer women. My dick was still fully erect despite five ejaculations, and I was sweating profusely. The dull ache in my tortured nuts was beginning to work on my mind. I had no choice, however, it would get worse and there was not a thing I could do.
"You've done very well ladies," exclaimed Sandy, "you're right on the borderline with an eighty eight percentile rating. There are eighty seven thousand people online now watching, and still a chance to break the record. Roberta....you have a difficult task, let's see if you're equal to it. Just do the best you can."
Roberta, thirty seven, was a voluptuous brunette, also born and raised on a farm, and she had been a body builder at one time. Her hands were very strong, and she could actually crack nuts in her powerful hands.
She was quite gentle, however, with a man's balls in her grip, and knew how to make them evacuate their contents totally. She also just loved to masturbate men, and once worked in a massage parlor giving handjobs. She loved the feel of cum all over her hands, and the aroma of fresh semen.
She sat on the milking chair and pulled herself in closely, reaching gently for my swollen red balls and cock. She loved to eat cum, but of course would not, in this case, and just wanted to force out, by any means possible, another few drops of male essence and make me get my nuts off again.
She leaned and whispered to me as she gripped both of my large nuts in one hand. "Just relax and let me do the work....you know what I want." She squeezed gently, being careful not to apply too much pressure, and peeled back my foreskin, and rubbed my open pisshole with her forefinger.
She put lubricant on her hand and milked it over the hard cock, sliding gently backward. She pushed forward, and forced the foreskin over the head, then peeled it back again. She began to jack me off, and at the same time rubbed my pisshole continually.
She stroked faster now, and I began to squirm and grunt from the pain. She rubbed my pisshole rapidly, and jacked my stiff penis in a very fast but non abrasive motion. My balls slapped against her hand as she did me, the warm soft sensation of my huge nuts in contact with her skin was highly erotic. She gripped even tighter, and now her hand was a blur of motion.
I let out a yowl of pain, and jerked violently against the restraints. My breathing came in short gasps, and a grunting moan punctuated my desperate position. Roberta knew I was on the verge and kissed my back all over as she worked feverishly to extract semen out of my unresponsive penis.
The orgasm started slowly and exploded in an flash of pain, and Roberta continued her vicious handjob, determined to force me over. After three long grunts the agonizing ejaculation ripped through my exploding nuts, and I jerked violently in time to the hand motions of the relentless Roberta.
She felt a slight dribble come out of my pisshole and rubbed her fingers in it and smelled it. "Ladies, I got just a drop, but he got his nuts off. Good luck doing it again!"
She got up and moved out of the way as I lay there in the fixture shaking uncontrollably.
"Anna....begin another round please," said Sandy quietly, "we're not done yet."
Anna got up with an amazed look on her face and again sat in the milking chair. She reached under and very gently took hold my quivering balls, which were hanging very low now, and the blood raw penis, which was still at full erection.
She lubricated the penis by squirting cream directly on it, and gently began jacking the still bouncing dick. I groaned in pain, and pulled forcefully against the straps, and short squeals of desperation were emanating from my lips. I seemed not to be fully aware of my surroundings, and looked like a piece of raw meat unable to respond or communicate.
She beat me off rapidly, and didn't even touch the nuts as she worked me. Even at her fastest speed no orgasm was forthcoming, and soon I just lay there and yelped with each stroke of her strong hand.
"I can't do it!," she exclaimed, "he's done."
She released the abused cock and got up from her seat.
Sandy was adamant about what was required and made them continue on.
"If you can't make him ejaculate, get up and let the next in line try."
Frieda did as directed and sat, once again holding the almost destroyed prick and balls in her hand. There was still plenty of lubricant on my penis and she gripped it very gently and stroked it. She was afraid of hurting me and only when prompted by Sandy, did she improve her efforts.
"Stroke it hard and try, and go on to the next in line please!"
Frieda began to move her hand rapidly, trying to touch the skin very lightly, and pathetic squeaks could be heard coming from my throat. Unsuccessful, she rose and was replaced by Wilma, then Alicia, then Louise, and finally Roberta again.
There was no response whatever to the hard work of the women, and by this time I appeared to be semiconscious.
Finally Sandy gave in and stopped the session.
She picked up the container of semen under me and brought it to my face as the women watched. They began to smile as Sandy put a straw in it and held it below my mouth. "Since you like the taste of your own cum so much here's some more.....drink it all, and do it quickly!"
By now, being shocked with outrageous commands had become quite common for me here, and I responded to any and all directives immediately, and completely. I forced myself to alertness though I was near passing out. She put the straw in my mouth and I began drinking the swampy paste, not pleased by what I was doing, but sworn to do it exactly as commanded.
I gulped it all down like a milkshake, and swallowed the last of the strange tasting seminal fluid. Sandy rubbed my head rapidly with her hand when I finished. "Now that was real good you stupid bastard, you seem to really like eating your own cum and we'll keep that in mind."
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They had broken the record with a ninety three percent score, and an audience high of ninety thousand viewers. Online comments were overwhelmingly positive, and this session had turned out to be one of the most popular events of this kind so far.
The women left the room, looking back sympathetically, and Sandy released me from the restraints. She called Elke and required help from an additional worker to get me into a wheelchair.
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I was in agony, having been violated terribly in a unique kind of way, and had to endure something that was new in my experience. Though I still had a full erection they put a blanket over me, and wheeled me back to my room, and I was attended by the cute therapy nurse whom I had met previously on monday.
They helped me into bed and gave me several medications to reduce my erection, kill the pain, and aid in my recovery. My balls and cock hurt so much that I yelled every time I moved, and fortunately, I was allowed three days to recuperate.
My psychiatric medication was altered again, and during the next few days I began to slip into a mindless utopia, and now had no awareness whatever of my identity. I had been born some time back, here in this facility, and that was all I knew, or needed to know. The beautiful staff was all that I needed, and in truth I depended totally on them now, and was highly addicted to their constant mental and physical abuse.
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I desperately wanted to know who I was....what was I doing here, and how I got here.
It was as though my life had begun weeks ago, and this didn't make sense. No one would give me the answers I needed so badly, and even worse, over time, I was beginning to lose interest totally, my time being exclusively dominated by the female staff whom I adored with all that was in me.
I would now rest for three days, and enjoy the very much needed healing that hopefully would restore me physically and mentally.
The nurse who had been in my room before to apply salve to my rear would be coming by each day to check on me. Along with her fine nursing abilities, she was very good at using my complete obedience to enjoy her own special kind of submissive-humiliation entertainment at my expense. It would be a special kind of domination
abuse.
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I was scheduled for my final appointment with Dr. Samantha Jones and her nurses in three days, and I looked forward to this with a strange mixture of terror and abject need.
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