Christopher's Predicament
by Tyjord
tyjord@hotmail.com
Warning: Not for the squeamish!
The sound woke him from the restless half sleep he
had come to accept as rest. He assumed his sister was
doing something to cause the noise that roused him from
another uncomfortable night. Of course, blinded by the
sleep mask, he had no way of knowing for sure. He
squirmed on the bed, more to let her know he was awake
than anything else, wrists and ankles pulling at the
locked leather cuffs and chains which held him rigidly
in position. His inability to move his arms or legs more
than an inch was the root cause of his lack of a good
night's sleep; something he hadn't had since his sister
started chaining him to his bed a little over four
months ago.
"Good morning Christopher," she said, apparently
standing directly over his prone form.
He gurgled an unintelligible response from behind the
rubber plug gag that she filled his mouth with every
night. It was a futile attempt, even though this was one
of the less severe gags she used on him regularly, but
she expected it, and he knew better than to disappoint
her. He blinked against the morning sunlight as his
blindfold was removed. Adjusting to the light, he saw
his sister, Rebecca, standing next to his bed, smiling
down at him. Next to her was a medical I.V. stand, with
a filled rubber bag hanging from the hook. Chris
squirmed a bit in anticipation, not knowing where the
free end of the dangling tube was going to be placed. He
had been on the receiving end before, and dreaded each
of the four options. He watched as she raised the stand
higher, causing the same noise which had awoken him.
Lifting the end of the hose, Rebecca turned back
towards the bed. "OK little brother," she said as she
nonchalantly swung the end of the tube around her
finger, "you have a big day ahead of you, and we need to
get started." She pushed the end of the tube onto a
small attachment sticking out form the center of his gag
strap. Chris didn't know whether to be relieved or
fearful over the fact that she hadn't decided to stick
it elsewhere.
"Breakfast is served," she said with a smile as she
opened the clip on the tube. The boy braced himself as
the now free flowing liquid moved down the tube. "Like
I said, it's going to be a big day so we have to make
sure your needs are taken care of and out of the way.
This solution contains all the nutrition you'll need for
the next 24-48 hours. This way we won't have to worry
about feeding you again.
Christopher wretched as the fluid hit the back of his
throat. He never got used to the initial choking feeling
despite all of the times Rebecca fed him this way. Once
he became accustomed to the flow and was swallowing to
keep up, he realized this method was infinitely better
than the times she had used stomach and naso-gastric
tubes on him.
Rebecca watched carefully to make sure her younger
brother didn't choke on his meal. Whenever he seemed to
be gagging to much, she adjusted the clip to slow the
flow down a bit. "You may have noticed a different taste
this time. I added a strong laxative and diuretic to the
mix. Trust me," she smiled sweetly, "you'll thank me
later."
As Christopher continued to swallow, his sister took
the opportunity to go through her ritualistic morning
check of his body. She ran her hands over him, checking
for signs of hair growth. She was adamant about his
staying clean and smooth. Body hair was not tolerated.
Satisfied that even his trouble areas had remained hair
free, Rebecca moved to his groin, taking a moment to
unlock the small padlock that held his chastity belt
firmly in place.
Chris groaned between swallows as his sister
unbuckled the waist strap and lifted off the hard
plastic cup surrounding his private parts. Methodically,
she surveyed his now exposed groin. Her nurse's hands
checking him over thoroughly. She touched his flaccid
penis, circled by two metal rings, one at the base of
the shaft, the other just under the head. His member was
stretched and curved downward, pulled between his two
testicles that were also ringed by metal bands, albeit
individually, his shaft fitting right in the groove
created by his separated balls, the band under his cock
head attached to the back of a third ring that encircled
both of his balls. Rebecca stroked the shaft gently for
several minutes, carefully watching her brother's
reactions. By now the boy had finished his breakfast,
the rubber bag hanging limply from it's hook.
Christopher was breathing deeply through his nose, his
eyes rolled back as his sister continued her attentions.
She watched as his restrained penis struggled to
erect, the complicated chastity device preventing
anything more than a slight twitching. Satisfied that
any sort of sexual gratification remained out of the
question, Rebecca ended her ministrations, listening
intently as her brother moaned in frustration.
His enforced chastity was just one aspect of his
radically changed lifestyle. Chris had been 16 and
Rebecca 21 when their parents had died. Being an adult
and sole legal heir to all of their parents assets,
Rebecca had attained guardianship over her high school
aged brother. At first, Chris had enjoyed quite a bit of
freedom as his sister started nursing school and became
preoccupied with her studies. It wasn't long however,
before typical teenage behavior and rebellion began
manifesting themselves in her brother. His rambunctious
behavior at school began spreading to their home life,
causing distractions that Rebecca began to notice
despite her workload. By the time he turned 17,
Christopher was failing most of his classes and spending
the majority of his time with buddies and girlfriends.
Despite numerous attempts to convince her brother of his
dangerous path, Rebecca's speeches and threats did
nothing to tame her stud of a brother and quell his
behavioral problems.
It had been easy enough for her to spike one of his
drinks with a powerful sedative. After he passed out,
she quickly stripped him and locked the chastity cup
around his groin. Rebecca hoped that taking control of
his rampant teenage hormones would lead to bringing him
under control. Once he woke up, his hostility was met
with strength and resolve. She explained her beliefs and
told him that by locking up his genitals, she would
relieve him of the distraction they presented.
Amazingly, all of his bluster seemed to drain away from
him at that point. It was as though he had just been
waiting for a firm hand to take away his poor decision
making abilities. Having seemingly reached an epiphany,
Chris accepted his sister's warning's about trying to
remove the locked belt.
For several months, the boy's grades improved and he
slowly extricated himself from his circle of friends.
Although the dating problem was tougher, Chris was an
extremely good looking boy, the existence of the
chastity belt brought most occurrences to a premature
ending. He ended his senior year successfully, his proud
sister looking on at graduation. That night, as a gift,
she removed his belt for the night. The next morning,
which also happened to be his 18th birthday, when she
entered his room, to wake him, she was horrified to
catch him in the middle of masturbating. He stammered
some feeble excuses, but Rebecca just turned and walked
out.
That night, their meal was eaten in silence until she
passed a large, wrapped gift box in front of him. "Happy
birthday," she had said stoically. The boy had just
enough time to open the present and look in confusion at
the mass of leather and metal before passing out from
another dose of her sedative which she had secreted in
his meal.
He awoke in the basement, naked and in chains, with a
rubber ball gag filling his mouth. His ankles were
chained apart and to the floor, while his wrists were
cuffed together and pulled up towards the ceiling,
forcing him up onto his toes. He struggled weakly
against his bonds, confused and more than a bit
frightened. Realizing his struggles were futile, Chris
gave up and hung limply, trying to keep his weight on
his toes to relieve the pull on his aching arms and
shoulders. It seemed like hours had passed before he
heard someone coming down the stairs. His sister just
looked at him in the dim light of the basement.
"Look at what you've forced me to do," she said
sadly. "For the last year an a half I've tried to raise
you properly, teach you right from wrong, and mold you
into the type of young man Mom and dad would be proud
of." She walked behind him and continued. "But no matter
what I did, you refused to obey. You just could not
control yourself."
The boy tried to look around to see where she had
gone, but he was too efficiently restrained. "Now I'm
forced to take more, shall we say, drastic steps to
ensure your well being." She came back around in front
of him. She was now holding a long, thin stick, slapping
it into her palm. "I'm going to make this short and
sweet, and I won't be going over it again, so pay
attention little brother." She struck out suddenly with
the switch, hitting him across his right thigh. He
screamed into his gag, drool dripping from the rubber
intruder.
"Now that I have your undivided attention...Welcome
to your new life. Now that you are 18, I'm going to take
a much more strict approach to your behavioral problems.
Legally, I'm your guardian until you reach 21 when your
portion of our inheritance kicks in. Until then you have
no rights, no say in anything. Do exactly as you're
told, and things will go easier for you. Disobey in any
way and...well, you'll see I'm sure." She swung the
stick in the air to emphasize her point.
"I want you to understand, Christopher," her tone
softened dramatically as she moved closer to her
helpless brother. "I'm doing this for your own good. I
love you and I swore that I would raise you properly in
the absence of Mom and dad. I can't let you end up a
failure, in jail or with a bunch of kids calling you
"daddy" just because you can't control yourself. Make no
mistake, this will be difficult for you. You will have
no control over any part of your life. I will control
everything, from your movements, what you eat, even your
bodily functions will no longer be up to you. You just
have to relax and go with it. Oh, and don't think you
won't have to earn your keep. I'm still going to finish
nursing school and you are going to make yourself useful
by being my in home test subject. Very convenient, don't
you think?"
Chris just groaned into his gag wondering exactly
what his sister had in mind. It hadn't taken long for
him to find out. While strung up and stretched out,
Rebecca subjected her brother to his first full body
shave. She explained to him that patients needed to be
kept clean and sanitary at all times, and the removal of
unnecessary body hair was the first step. She had been
careful and thorough, not missing an inch as her wide
eyed brother just hung helplessly in his bonds. It was a
time consuming process, and Rebecca went slowly,
ensuring that not a single hair was left on his body.
Legs, arms, back, chest, groin, and butt were all
scraped clean by her razor and professional touch. She
even removed the hair growing between his ass cheeks and
around his anus. A process so embarrassing that the
violated boy almost fainted during the deed.
Once finished, with no hair remaining on him save for
what was on his head, Rebecca rubbed a special hair
growth inhibiting lotion all over her brother's body.
Satisfied with her work, she rolled over a full length
mirror so that Christopher could view the results while
the lotion dried. She left him as he stared at the image
of the hairless boy in front of him. He felt more naked
than ever before, his bare skin tingling with every
movement as air passed over his completely uncovered
skin.
Rebecca returned after a while and, after pushing the
mirror aside, went back to work on her brother. "Now
we're going to more effectively take care of that little
distraction between your legs." He squirmed a bit as she
fit the rings around his now hairless balls, but was
unable to prevent the imprisonment of his genitals. Once
his testicles had been separated, his penis ringed with
the metal bands, pulled back and locked to the underside
of his balls, Rebecca stood back, proudly surveying her
work. "There, now you don't have to worry about any of
those juvenile urges of yours. Those bands will make
short work of any attempt at an erection. And not
comfortably I might add.
Chris just choked back a sob, more drool running down
his cheek, as his sister picked up the old cup and belt
device he had been forced to wear. "Don't worry little
brother, this is going back on. Since you can't get any
results anymore, I see even less of a reason for there
to be any access to your privates." She smiled cruelly
as she turned the belt around. "I did make a change
though. I had to add something that would ensure you
would stay completely sex free."
The boy started squirming violently as she showed him
her addition. Now attached to the strap that ran from
the bottom of the cup, through his butt cheeks, and up
to the back of the waist strap was a huge rubber dildo.
She picked up a small bottle of baby oil and moved
behind the boy. "Now this little plug serves two
purposes. First, it keeps you from playing for the other
team, if you know what I mean. No sex for you Chris, of
any kind, until I say you are ready. Second, it'll give
me control of whatever needs to come out of...or go
into...your rear end." He felt some oil get squirted
onto his freshly shaved anus, followed by a slight
burning as Rebecca pushed the tip of the bottle inside
of him. "Normally, I would prep you a little more gently
with my finger first, but I'm not too happy with you
right now so, no easy way out for you." With that said,
she squeezed the remainder of the oil into his rectum.
Next he felt a slight pressure as she pushed the head of
the flesh toned monster cock against his anal ring.
Then, with slow and deliberate force, she began sliding
the nine inch dildo into him.
Hanging helplessly in his restraints, Chris could do
nothing as the rubber intruder was forced deep into his
bowels. Rebecca encountered some resistance, but with
steady pressure, managed to insert the dildo until her
brother's anus closed around the tapered end of the
plug. She then drew the rest of the strap up, pulled it
tight through the back of the waist belt, buckled it in
place, and locked the whole thing with a small padlock.
"There you go, Chris, complete chastity." The boy could
only groan in response. "Oh, I forgot something," she
said as Christopher felt more movement behind him. "Hang
on a sec...there we go..."
Chris yelped past his gag as the dildo buried inside
of him grew thicker. "As you can no doubt tell, it
inflates," Rebecca said gleefully as she moved back in
front of the boy. "That's just a sample, to help keep
the oil inside of you. It gets much bigger." With that
she had left him to spend the rest of the night chained,
gagged and plugged.
Since that night, Rebecca has made good on all of her
promises. Kept in some form of restraint at all times,
Christopher had indeed become her helpless practice
patient. Over the next few months, the nurse in training
tried every procedure she learned on her not so willing
helper. Most were uncomfortable, some were painful, but
all were embarrassing. Catheters, enemas, nasal and
gastric tubes; all had become a part of the boy's new
life. Acceptance and submission became the norm as
Christopher quickly discovered that failure to obey led
to incredibly harsh punishments.
It wasn't long before Chris discovered that he hated
enemas. Every aspect of these demeaning procedures made
him quake in fear. From the first night when his sister
had left the entire contents of the baby oil bottle in
his bowels, he knew he could not tolerate them. Rebecca
however, enjoyed them tremendously, giving them that is,
and when she took notice of Chris' dislike, decided to
use them as a main form of punishment. The threat alone
of a huge retention enema was enough to immediately put
an end to any disobedience, although they were rarely
just threats.
Sexual teasing became a standard practice of
Rebecca's wake up and put to bed procedures for her
brother. She used her daily body hair inspection as an
opportunity to torment Chris into a state of never
ending frustration. In the evening, after strapping him
into her position of choice for the night, she would
remove his cup and fondle his captured manhood. Unable
to orgasm, or even get a full erection, the boy would
thrash around as much as his bondage would allow until
his sister achieved her desired level of torment. She
would then replace the cup, kiss him on the forehead and
leave him for the night.
Today's teasing didn't end as usual with the
replacement of the cup. Instead, she left his genitals
fully restrained, but exposed. Moving quickly now, she
removed the tube from his gag, allowing it to dangle
freely underneath the drained red rubber bag. Next, she
unlocked his wrists and, turning him over, re-locked
them behind his back. Disconnecting his ankles from the
footboard, she had him rise from the bed that had so
effectively held him prisoner. Stomach full from his
feeding and legs wobbly from his night of strict
immobility, Christopher moved with difficulty as his
sister hurriedly ushered him out of his room and down
the hall. Dread built inside of him as they stopped in
front of the largest bathroom in the house. His fears
were fully realized when she opened the door, allowing
him to see what was waiting within.
Two huge enema bags, each containing 2 quarts of
water, were hanging, six feet apart, down from hooks
embedded in the ceiling in the middle of the white tiled
room. Chris backed up a bit as panic set in, inviting a
firm slap to his rear from his sister. "Come on Chris, I
don't have time to play around. If you don't obey me,
you'll just make things worse for yourself." She gave
him a shove, forcing him into the cold, sterile room.
She positioned him in-between and just forward of the
twin bags, facing away from them and towards the door.
Kneeling down, Rebecca had her brother spread his legs
until they were 4 feet apart, allowing her to attach his
ankle cuffs to rings set in the floor. Next, she grabbed
a chain that was dangling from a pulley situated on the
ceiling directly over his position and between the enema
bags, and locked it to his wrist cuffs. Walking to the
side of the room, she began pulling down on the other
end of the chain, causing the boy's arms to rise behind
his back.
Chris grunted his discomfort loudly through his gag,
causing his sister to stop the pulley with his arms now
parallel to the floor. Opening one of the nearby cabinet
drawers, Rebecca removed another device and approached
her brother. She quickly unlocked his plug gag and
pulled the saliva covered rubber piece from his mouth.
"Almost forgot, can't have you spending the day in your
sleep gag. Too much noise." With that she shoved the
new, much more restrictive gag into his mouth. Knowing
what to expect, Chris opened wide to accept the new
mouthpiece, which consisted of a longer, thicker plug
plus two smaller side pieces that pressed against his
cheeks. The attached strap was tightened and locked
behind his head, sealing the foul tasting rubber in
place. Next, she attached an inflation bulb to the gag
and pumped it up until her brother's cheeks expanded,
his eyes grew wide with fear and discomfort, and not a
sound escaped from his mouth. "That's better," she said
as she moved back to the chain to resume her task.
Now that his arms were parallel to the floor,
Christopher had to bend forward at the waist to prevent
his arms from dislocating. The pulling continued until
his chest was now parallel to the floor and his arms
were pulled straight up, perpendicular to the floor.
Satisfied with her brother's tense and uncomfortable
position, Rebecca locked off the chain to prevent
slippage and moved back behind the boy. "One more peep
or whimper out of you, and I'll strap your elbows
together. We know how good that'll feel don't we?"
Unwilling to suffer that added pain, Chris clamped his
moth down as tightly as possible on the unyielding
rubber balloon filling his orifice.
Satisfied with the silence in the room, Rebecca then
attached the inflation bulb to her brother's anal dildo,
pumping it up until she knew it was at it's maximum
length and girth, stretching and filling his rectum
completely. Detaching the bulb, she picked up both tubes
that were hanging from the mouths of the enema bags. One
tube was already fed into a Y-shaped adapter, and
Rebecca quickly fit the other tube into the open end.
She then grasped the single tube extension and slipped
it onto an input nozzle sticking out from the base of
the boy's plug. Positive that there was no way he could
interfere with or even reach the tubes, Rebecca opened
the two clips slightly and started the bags on a slow
drip into her brother's bowels.
A long plastic catheter was the next thing Rebecca
added to Christopher's predicament. Even as the boy felt
the liquid start to make it's presence known inside of
him, he squirmed as much as he could as the 14 inch long
tube was unceremoniously slid into his urethra. Several
more pumps from the inflation bulb and the retention
balloon was full, sealing it inside his bladder. A small
clamp was added to ensure that no urine would leave his
body.
"All right," she said to him, "I have to go out for a
couple of hours. I'm meeting some people from school for
an early lunch, then we're all going to come back here
to work on a project we came up with." She saw the dread
in her brother's eyes at the mention of bringing people
home with her. She had used him often as a subject for
her practice and study, but had never included others in
his torment. Smiling at his realization and distress,
she moved back over to the cabinets and retrieved
another implement. "Don't worry hon, they already know
all about you, and they are very eager to have you help
us with our project." He squirmed anew as she placed the
blindfold over his eyes and buckled it in place. "There,
that should help to alleviate some of the stress when we
get back later. Now I know your current position is a
bit more uncomfortable than usual for a day spent on
your own, but trust me, you'll be very grateful later on
that I'm cleaning you out before we start later
tonight." She checked over his restraints, ensuring that
everything was secure, then moved back to the enema bags
and opened the clips all the way, allowing the fluid to
flow at full force into Chris' helpless body. She then
walked out of the room, shutting the light and closing
the door behind her.
Trapped in darkness and strenuous immobility,
Christopher had no idea how much time had passed. His
arms, shoulders, and lower back were under severe strain
from his position, and his bowels felt like they were
going to explode from the gallon of liquid his sister
had run into him. As horrible as the enema was, he knew
it was worse thanks to the laxative Rebecca had added to
his morning meal. The cramping was intense with almost
no time in-between the waves of agony that passed
through him. Added to that was the fact that he had been
deprived of a morning urination, his nightly build up of
piss coupled with the diuretic also fed to him, causing
his bladder to burn for release in ways he never felt
before.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of
believing he couldn't stand it for one more minute, the
sound of the opening door shocked Chris out of his pain
wracked stupor. "There he is ladies, all ready to help
us out." His sister's voice echoed through the stark
room and encouraged him to start squirming madly against
his bonds. A newfound rush of energy filled him as the
hope of release seemed possible and the need to convey
his plight overwhelming any other sensation.
"Rebecca," an older sounding female voice intoned,
"what have you done? Is he retaining an enema right
now?"
"Yes, I thought a good deep cleaning would help with
the test."
"How?"
"Well, he'll be so empty after he releases this
enema, that his capacity will be much greater."
"Uh, guys," a new voice, also female but younger
sounding, added, "he seems to want out pretty badly."
At least someone noticed, Chris thought, too
preoccupied to care that there were now two strangers
seeing him naked, bound, and full.
"Hush Crystal," the slightly older voice said, "he's
been like that for at least four hours, another few
minutes won't kill him." Christopher's heart sank as he
realized nothing was going to change unless these women
wanted it. He stopped squirming, exhaustion and despair
winning out. Suddenly he bit down on his thick rubber
gag as yet another cramp seized his insides.
"Okay Becca, I see your thought pattern, but did you
consider that once he's cleaned out, his motivation
during the test will be gone?"
"No," Rebecca replied, "I hadn't thought of that. I'm
sorry Kathy, I ruined our project."
"I have an idea," the younger sounding girl
interrupted, "come outside for a minute."
Chris heard the three women leave and shut the door.
He was aware of some hushed voices coming from the
hallway, but couldn't make out any of what was said. The
door opened suddenly amidst excited talk and laughter.
"Whew," Rebecca said, "I thought the project was
finished."
"No, Crystal's idea will work fine. It just means a
little extra work for us in the prep stages." The one
called Kathy continued, "we have a lot to do, so let's
get him brought downstairs so we can start."
Moving quickly, the three women set about releasing
Chris from his bondage. Kathy lowered the chain holding
his arms in position, while the boy's sister and Crystal
held onto each of his arms, preventing him from falling.
A muffled groan escaped from behind the restrictive gag
piece as the boy's unnaturally bent arms moved back into
a more normal position. The two women continued to
support him as Kathy bent down to unlock his widely
spread feet.
"Wow," Crystal said, "he sure is a hottie Becca. I've
never seen a boy with a completely hairless body before.
It looks fantastic. How old is he again?"
"Same age as you, eighteen," she turned to her
brother, "isn't that right sweetie?" The women laughed
together, not waiting for a response. "Kath, make sure
you hobble his ankles together for the trip to the
basement. No more than a foot of chain between them."
"Already done." Like a ragdoll in their hands, the
still filled boy was dragged, stumbling out of the
bathroom, down the stairs and into the basement. He felt
the damp, chill air and the cold, hard concrete on his
feet as he was maneuvered through the room. He hated the
basement. It was the place that his sister had
designated and equipped as her experimentation and, when
needed, punishment room. The basement meant only
suffering and humiliation to the boy, and he dreaded the
thought of what was about to come.
The room was equipped with all sorts of medical
paraphernalia, including a combination examination table
- dentist's chair in the center. Rolling medical carts
filled with various implements were lined up against the
far wall, with enema bags, tubes and nozzles of all
sizes hanging above. In contrast to the stark, sterile
medical equipment, the rest of the room seemed to be a
well stocked dungeon. The walls were covered with hooks
holding hoods, gags, whips, and numerous restraining
devices. In one corner was a metal cage, bolted to two
walls and the floor. Christopher had spent many nights
in this "observation room" as his sister called it. It
wasn't long enough for the occupant to stretch out, or
tall enough to sit up straight in, so obviously comfort
was not meant to be observed.
Judging from a lack of talking, Chris assumed the two
new women had already been down here, and became
extremely nervous over what plans they had in store for
him. He doubled over suddenly as yet another cramp
wrenched through him. The two women lowered him to the
floor, allowing him to squirm beneath them. As the cramp
finally began to ease, Chris heard some movement as
items were positioned around him.
"Okay, get him up to a sitting position on the edge
of the canister," Kathy directed the other two. "You
ladies empty him while I prep the stocks and the rest of
the solution."
Christopher had no idea what the older, obviously in
charge woman was talking about, but he knew it wouldn't
be pleasant. He felt the other two women lift him up
once again and maneuver him into a sitting position on
the hard edge of a large metal
can of some kind. A chain was lowered from the ceiling
and an attached collar was locked around his neck,
followed by the chain being pulled taught. His feet were
once again locked to the floor, while his wrists were
connected to another chain coming up from the floor
behind the can. Once the women were done, Christopher
was held immobile in a sitting position, his head held
straight up by the pressure on his neck.
"Can we take of his blindfold now?" Rebecca called
across the room to Kathy. "He hates enemas, and being
forced to expel one in front of people other than me
will do wonders for his submissive nature."
"Sure, if Crystal doesn't mind either," Kathy called
back from by the sink in another corner of the room.
"I don't mind, I want him to see me," Crystal said
huskily, obviously excited. "And I want to see his
eyes."
Rebecca moved behind her bound brother and,
unbuckling the blindfold, pulled it away from the boy's
eyes. After hours of forced darkness, Chris blinked
against even the dim light of the basement. Once his
sight returned to normal, he found himself looking right
into the eyes of one of the most beautiful girls he had
ever seen. Chris blushed deeply as the blonde haired
beauty looked him over. Unable to move his head, Chris
lowered his eyes in shame, embarrassed at his appearance
before the eighteen year old whom he guessed was
Crystal.
"Look at me sweet heart," the young girl cooed, "and
keep those eyes open."
"Better do as she says little brother," Rebecca
chimed in, "we have ways of keeping your eyes open as
well as closed if we want."
Chris shuddered at the memory of an incident a few
weeks prior, when his sister had tied him to a chair and
tried out some clamps used for keeping eyes open during
surgery. He remembered the horrible feeling of his upper
and lower eyelids stretched open exposing his eyeballs.
His muscles fought uselessly against the clamps as he
attempted to blink and moisten his dry, burning eyes.
She had left him like that for just over two hours
before she released him. Having no desire to repeat that
torture, Chris looked up at the girl before him.
"Good boy," she said excitedly. "He has lovely blue
eyes. They make a nice contrast against his black hair.
But I can't tell if he's really as cute as he seems, not
with his cheeks bulging out from the gag. Can we take it
out for a minute, or at least deflate it a bit?"
"No, not yet," Rebecca said as she snapped on a pair
of latex gloves. "He can be very whiny at times.
Besides, once he's all set up, you'll have a great view
of his face. For a little while at least."
"Okay," Crystal responded, disappointed just slightly.
She moved out of the way as the boy's sister came
closer. Rebecca's rubber gloved hands were holding a
length of clear plastic tubing which she quickly slid
onto the end of her brother's catheter. Slipping the
other end into the canister, she opened the clamp,
allowing Christopher's long held urine to flow out of
his painfully full bladder.
"Nice and dark," Kathy said, joining the other two as
the shamed boy drained. "You used the diuretic, I
gather?"
"Yes. That plus no release in almost 16 hours makes
for a strong brew." Crystal chuckled at Rebecca's
answer.
Once his bladder drained completely into the metal
can he was sitting on, the tube was removed and the
catheter re-clamped. Rebecca then reached down, between
the boy's legs, found the deflation valve on her
brother's anal plug, and released the air from inside.
Quickly, Kathy unbuckled the part of the chastity belt
that kept the dildo in place. With a swift move, Rebecca
yanked the rubber monster out, extracting it and her
hand just before the explosive release that followed.
Christopher sobbed openly as he looked at the three
women standing before him. Forced to perform this most
intimate task in front of them totally decimated the
boy. His embarrassment ebbed as relief from the
torturous cramps began to set in. He was sweating
profusely and completely aware of the odor now filling
the poorly ventilated room.
"Smells like something died up there," Crystal
remarked with a wink directed at the boy.
Rebecca just laughed as she twirled the dildo straps
around her finger, the plug dangling obscenely from the
center. "Hopefully the laxative will have liquefied all
that nastiness. If not, this is going to be more
difficult."
Still completely confused by their plans for him,
Chris continued to empty his bowels in explosive surges.
The canister beneath him was now filled with a mixture
of the contents of his intestines and bladder. Finally,
after twenty minutes of this embarrassing display, the
women deemed him empty. His chains were then unhooked
from their connection points and he was stood up and
moved away from the can. He moved with difficulty, all
of his energy drained from his ordeal. They brought him
to the center of the room. Next to the examination table
was the device Kathy had been moving around. It was like
nothing Chris had ever seen before and he looked it over
with serious apprehension.
It was made of thick, solid wood, but looked as
though it came apart into three sections. Vaguely
resembling the shape of an artists easel, the base came
up two feet from the floor, and had an angle to it of
about 45 degrees. The larger part of the medieval stock
looking device then veered up and back over the base
portion at another 45 degree angle. The top center had a
large semicircle cut out, and there were two holes,
larger over smaller, on each side of the main body of
the device. Another hole sat dead center, directly below
the top cut out, just above where the main body angled
back over the base.
Kathy walked over to the stocks, beaming with pride.
She methodically unlocked four hasps and padlocks
positioned three to a side on her wooden creation. Once
the padlocks were off and placed nearby on the floor,
Rebecca joined her in helping to take the stocks apart.
They lifted the first piece off and it separated just at
the center of the topmost holes. The piece was heavy,
and the women struggled to get it on the floor. The next
piece came apart at the two smaller side holes, but then
extended down toward the center where it divided at the
largest, center hole. Once that was out of the way, all
that remained was the base with it's semicircular
opening and the two extended sides that culminated at
the smaller hole openings.
'Okay," Kathy said, a bit winded, " Becca, get all of
his restraints off. Crystal, go over by the sink, get
the bags I filled, and add them to the can."
Christopher stood in stunned silence as the women
went to work. He knew he was going to be placed in the
stocks, but was unable to figure out what position he
would be held in. "Now you be good, little brother, and
there won't be any need to make this more difficult for
you," Rebecca said as she began to remove the boy's
bindings, leaving him more free than he had been in
months. She even deflated and removed his gag, causing
him to wretch slightly as the rubber plug was pulled
from his mouth. He worked his painfully stretched jaw
muscles as his sister warned him against speaking.
Afraid to turn around, Chris could hear something
pouring sloppily behind him. He guessed from Crystal's
occasional disgusted sounds, that it was nothing to look
forward to. Kathy looked at Crystal from over the boy's
shoulder. "You want to be a nurse honey, you have to
learn to deal with it."
"I know, I know," came the reply from behind him.
Once the fluid transfer was complete, Crystal rejoined
the other women in front of the boy. The basement reeked
of his waste, and his eyes fell to the floor in
embarrassment. "He truly is a hottie," Crystal said
excitedly, taking in her first full view of Chris'
features.
"Let's get him positioned," Kathy said, "we still
have a lot to do." With that, the three women helped the
boy to lie down in front of the base of the stocks. They
edged his body upward so that his neck fit into the
bottom center hole while his head fell back to lean on
the upward sloping base piece, tilting into an exposed,
upside down position. His arms were then lifted up and
fit into the two smaller side holes, positioning them
just above and to the side of his head. Crystal knelt
down on the other side of the stocks, placing
Christopher's head between her knees, while grabbing
each of his hands in hers. Once he was fully gripped,
the other two women picked up the first attachment and,
moving from the other side of the stocks, the side with
the rest of Chris' body, slid the wooden piece into
position. Four long, iron pegs situated on the underside
of the piece slid into corresponding holes on the base
piece, mating the two together. The now fully formed
openings grasped the boy's neck and wrists tightly,
confirming his belief that the device had been custom
built for him. Kathy and Rebecca then pushed down on the
newly placed part, holding it down while Crystal
released her hold on the boy and fastened two of the
hasps and padlocks into place.
With his upper body held tight in the inflexible
wood, Kathy and Rebecca each grabbed one of the boy's
legs and lifted his lower body up, doubling him over,
and fitting each of his legs just above his knees, into
the remaining openings. Crystal again grabbed the boy,
this time holding his feet in place as the last section
was slid into place. Panic hit the boy as the last two
locks were clicked into place, sealing him in this new,
strenuous position. The blood began rushing to his head.
the tightness of the stock's holes held him completely
immobile. Out of the corners of his eyes, he could see
his hands and above them, his entire lower legs from the
knees down. Dangling directly over his face, around two
feet higher, was his catheterized penis and separated
balls, and, right above that was his stretched open and
revealed, sore burning asshole.
"Crystal, get that new gag in place before he freaks
out too much," Kathy ordered.
Happy to oblige, the girl retrieved an item from one
of the nearby carts and walked over to Chris' exposed
extremities. She knelt in front of his head once again,
and held up a large rubber covered metal ring gag. "Be a
good boy and open as wide as possible for me, OK?"
Looking at her upside down smiling face and dizzy
from his doubled over position, Chris slipped up and
said, "Please, wait..."
"Aww," Crystal said, "isn't he just the cutest? C'mon
hon, don't make me punish you."
Chris shuddered slightly, the girl's comment stirring
up confused feelings within him. He had been punished,
even teased and tormented, many times by his sister, but
the thought of this beautiful young girl punishing him
intrigued, even excited him.
Obediently he opened his mouth, stretching it once again
until it hurt. He winced as Crystal forced part of the
ring behind his lower teeth, then, prying his jaws open
even farther, fit the other side behind his upper teeth.
Unable to close, Chris' jaw pushed his gums painfully
into the rubber covered metal. He momentarily choked on
his own saliva as the position of his head prevented his
drool from spilling out of his mouth. The girl then
pulled the attached straps behind his head and buckled
them in place, the leather digging deeply into his
stretched cheeks.
Kathy, seemingly satisfied with how things were
proceeding, spoke to the other women. "Well, do we think
we should explain this to him now, or wait a bit?"
"Let's tell him now," Rebecca answered quickly. "That
way he can resign himself to what's coming while we
finish up. After all, we still have to set up the video
equipment."
"Okay Becca, this project was mostly your idea, so
why don't you go ahead and explain to your brother
what's going to happen."
Rebecca stood over Christopher's helpless, bent out
of shape form and, looking down at him, began. "Now
Chris, you know all of us are nursing students...well,
Kathy is a teacher's aide...anyway, we've come up with a
great idea for an end of term project. We've decided to
find out how long a healthy young man can, on his own,
retain a two gallon enema."
The boy's eyes nearly exploded from their sockets. He
had never had that large an enema before. He had no idea
if he could even take it, let alone hold it for any
length of time.
"I know it's more than you're used to, but that's why
we came up with these stocks. The just about upside down
position you're in will allow the, ah, solution to flow
deeper than normal. That will help with the quantity.
Trust me little brother, you' are going to take all
eight quarts inside you." Chris groaned in response to
her matter of fact statement.
During the course of the explanation, Crystal had put
on a pair of rubber gloves and, after lubing up three of
the fingers of her right hand, moved behind the boy.
Rebecca stopped her dissertation and smiled as Crystal
began gently rubbing her slick index finger over Chris'
exposed anus. The boy gasped and groaned again, but this
time it was the attentions of the girl and not the
thought of the impending enema that brought about his
vocal response. Christopher bucked as much as the stocks
would allow as first one, then two of Crystal's fingers
slid into his opening. "Mmmmm, still tight," the girl
said as she gently finger fucked the boy's rectum. Using
her other hand, she began kneading and squeezing his
bound testicles, eliciting even more squirms and gasps.
"Now Christopher, pay attention, the next part is
important." Rebecca nodded and Crystal gave the boy's
balls a savage squeeze, all the while continuing to rape
his ass. "You may be wondering how you're going to keep
all that stuff inside you. Sure, we have lots of plugs
and dildos that would do the job, but we want to see how
long you can manage on your own. We decided your task
would be easier with the proper "motivation." Crystal
had now slipped a third digit into the boy's rectum and
increased the pace as Rebecca continued. "We thought
long and hard on that one, until Kathy came up with the
answer. As you can see...Chris, pay attention!" Another
nod preceded another vicious squeeze to the distracted
boy's testicles. Tears welled up in his eyes as he
attempted to focus on his sister's voice. "Like I was
saying, as you can see, your rear is right above your
face. Into that rear we are going to slide a long, thick
colon tube. Through that tube we are going to pump the
entire contents of your bowels and bladder that you've
already expelled, plus enough extra liquid to bring the
volume up to two gallons. Once it's all inside, we're
going to turn on a video camera and leave you to hold it
for as long as possible. Simple, no?"
"The motivation for holding it," Kathy picked up,
"comes from your positioning. If you release, the
expelled enema will undoubtedly fall straight onto your
face and perhaps, into your open mouth. With your face
covered and nose clogging, you'll be forced to swallow
in order to catch your breath. Now, you may be thinking
that the expulsion will be violent enough to propel your
waste far away from your face. While we have no doubt
that some of the waste will undoubtedly hit you where it
counts, we did think of that possibility as well."
Kathy and Rebecca then slid a clear molded piece of
plastic into place in front of the boy. The curved top
was positioned right above his anus, which had to
relinquish Crystal's probing fingers, then it curved
into a type of upside down bobsled slide shape with high
sides that terminated right above his face. A further
piece continued straight down to the floor where it
formed the base. "Pretty ingenious, don't you think?
Crys, get the tube ready." Kathy walked back over to the
full metal enema can and hooked it to a chain coming
down from the ceiling. With some effort, the teachers
aide managed to heft the heavy, waste filled canister
into the air.
Crystal, in the meantime, had gone over to one of the
carts and picked up an amber colored rubber hose. The
tubing was about six feet in length and was just about
the same diameter as a 25 cent piece. She quickly
slathered some lubricating jelly on one of the ends,
rubbing the slick coating onto the first three inches of
the tube. She then resumed her position behind Chris'
back and, after Rebecca slid the plastic shield backward
a bit, began inserting the colon tube inch by inch into
the boy's intestines. "Aren't you glad I loosened you up
a bit first," she asked the distracted boy as she
continued to thread the hose into him.
Christopher could feel the tube squirming it's way
through his insides. The boy felt more helpless and
exposed than ever before. Bent over upside down, with
his ass cheeks spread apart by the positioning of his
legs, his asshole fully open to these three women. Now
that he was aware of their plan, he knew the horror that
awaited him as the girl finished inserting the tubing up
to the four foot mark. As Crystal wiped off the excess
lube from around the boy's anus, creating a tighter fit
in his anal ring, Rebecca leaned in close to her
brother's face.
"Please don't think of this as a punishment, Chris.
In fact, you've been very good considering what's about
to happen. I'm very proud of you and I know that with
all the enema practice I've put you through, you're
going to perform admirably. I am sorry about earlier
though. It was my hope that by cleaning you out first,
you'd have more room inside you and be less messy when
you released. Unfortunately, I didn't think it through
to well and it seems I made it worse for you by using
the laxative. I apologize for that."
Crystal joined her, kneeling down on the other side
of the boy's head. "Did you tell him the original plan?"
"No," Rebecca replied, "you can if you want to
though."
Crystal smiled, a warm caring look that took the
boy's breath away. " At first we were just going to hook
the colonic tube directly to one of your plug gags. That
way, when you couldn't hold it any more, you would feed
yourself directly." The boy tried to say something
through the ring, but only an unintelligible gurgle came
out. "I know, it would have been less messy, but after
some heated debate, we decided that route would deprive
you of certain motivating aspects of this test. The
explosive public expulsion, the smell, the feel of your
waste on your face, and the taste of it as it fills your
mouth, all would have been lost." The girl was breathing
rapidly now, obviously aroused. "I don't envy you.
However, you can avoid all that by simply holding it in.
If you can manage to reach our preset time limit, you'll
be able to walk away from this without having to endure
all that."
"That's the plan Chris," his sister said, "what do you
think?" The two women watched as he shuddered in
response. The revulsion of what they were going to force
him to do spreading through him like a wildfire. "Now
keep in mind that if you do release, if you absolutely
can't hold the enema any longer, the contents of your
bowels are going to build up pretty quickly in and
around your mouth. Odds are your nose will clog up and
in order to breathe, you will have to swallow."
Rebecca was interrupted by Kathy's arrival with the
enema can, which she moved along a ceiling track until
it was hanging above and just behind the boy's exposed
rear. Kathy then fit a hose to the beer keg like spigot
sticking out of the side of the open top can, ran the
hose into one side of a small box, then attached the
colon tube to the connection point sticking out of the
other side of the box. An electrical plug coming out of
the box was then fit into an outlet on the nearest wall.
"Since this is going to be a very deep enema, we're
going to help gravity a bit with this pump. It will
ensure that every drop of what's in this can gets forced
into you."
"Okay," Kathy said, "everything's set here. Rebecca
and I are going to hook up the video camera and
recorder. Crystal, you start his enema and help him
through the filling process."
Christopher watched from his skewed vantage point as
the two women walked over to the recording equipment
situated on a table facing his head. He knew that once
positioned, the camera would see and record everything
that took place from his ass to his face. Suddenly his
view was blocked as Crystal stepped in front of him. He
felt her doing something by his genitals, her touch
causing his restricted cock to quiver. She quickly
unhooked the ring that held his bent penis in place,
allowing it to dangle free. The semi erect member
flopped forward causing a new wave of discomfort to hit
the boy as his embedded catheter shifted. "Just stay
still a second sweetie, I need to roll this condom over
your shaft and then we can start." Crystal fit the tight
rubber covering over the boy's penis, ensuring that it
covered the clamped tip of the catheter as well. "There
now," she said as she sat on her knees in front of the
boy, positioning his head securely between her knees,
"I've never done this with a catheter in place. But the
rubber should help me with that, not to mention those
metal bands." She sat straight up on her knees and
reached for the pump. With one hand she snapped open the
retaining clip on the tube entering the box, while with
the other, she fed Chris' rubber encased shaft into her
mouth.
Christopher groaned into the girl's thighs as the
thick liquid began flowing deep into his insides. At the
same time, Crystal began sucking his cock, orally
manipulating him until his bound member strained to
erect. His frustrated penis served only a mild
distraction as the immense volume of waste continued to
flow back into his body. Crystal sucked madly as the can
reached the half way point. The boy's distended stomach
was now stretched past any of his previous limits. As
the flow slowed, Crystal began withdrawing the colon
tube inch by inch, allowing the foul enema to fill every
nook as it was withdrawn. Realizing the boy could no
longer be distracted by her attentions, Crystal released
his penis and turned to the task of operating the pump.
The fluid had slowed considerably, and she knew the pump
was now necessary to complete her task.
Chris was relieved when the tension on his penis
stopped, but the result was now he was completely
focused on the enema. He saw Crystal turn a dial on the
box, heard a low hum, and suddenly felt as though he
would explode as the now active pump sent a new surge
flowing into him. Filled beyond anything he'd ever
experienced, the nauseated boy fought back an urge to
vomit as more muddy liquid was forced inside. He felt
the tube moved out a bit more as the humming became more
intense.
"Turn the pump to full and let's get the last drops
into him," Kathy's voice came from right behind the
girl. There was a sudden, sharp pain ripping through the
boy's guts even as the humming reached it's maximum and
only vacant sucking sounds could be heard from within
the metal enema can.
Delirious from the intense cramping, Chris barely
recognized his sister's voice, "How does it feel knowing
you've taken a full two gallons little brother? I am so
proud of you. Now all you have to do is hold it as long
as you can. Remember what'll happen if you don't."
Crystal stood up and moved behind the boy as the two
other women pushed the plastic shield back into place.
Once they were done, she yanked the remaining length of
colon tubing out from the boy's rectum with a quick
jerk. Christopher almost lost it right there, but the
severity of what would happen forced him to clench his
anus tight. "Good boy," Crystal said with glee.
Wave after wave of excruciating cramps passed through
the boy as the ladies tidied up. It took them just
seconds to remove everything from the camera's field of
view except Christopher and his predicament. His need to
evacuate was beyond anything he had ever imagined and he
could not help but wonder what would happen if he
blacked out from the pain. He realized that in doing
that he would undoubtedly release and could quite
possibly drown in his own waste. Judging from the smiles
on their faces, Chris realized that these women had
rigged this so that he would be forced to suffer the
full effects of the expulsion.
"Okay girls, let's leave him to his task," Kathy said
as she ushered the women towards the staircase. "Good
luck, Chris!" They called back in unison as he heard
them climb the steps and leave the basement. He heard
the door slam and barely made out the sound of the lock
being engaged. Through his pain and need for release,
the boy tried to focus on keeping his asshole clenched
as tightly as possible. He stared at the little red
light glowing at the top of the video camera. He knew
they would watch this, see his humiliation and
suffering, and that thought enabled him to strengthen
his resolve despite the endless cramps that wracked his
bent and twisted body.
He had no idea how long he had endured this torture.
He only realized he must have dozed off, or passed out,
for just a second. He realized this a a trickle of his
enema fluid ran down his face. The brown, stinking slime
just missed his mouth as he was shocked into a wide
awake state. But the damage had been done, and that
little release opened the flood gates as another cramp
seized his insides. A gush of thick fluid exploded from
his rear, hit the plastic shield and promptly fell all
over the boy's face. Mortified, Christopher tried to
blow the offending semi solid sludge out of his mouth.
But, with the ring gag in place, he could not muster the
ability to do that. Trying desperately to keep from
swallowing, Chris released even more of his waste. His
face was promptly covered as he tried not to vomit from
the smell and taste. His eyes were covered, no longer
able to see the taunting red light that was recording
his suffering for posterity, and his nose was rapidly
clogging. Knowing there was no longer a choice, the need
to breathe surpassing his revulsion, Christopher
mustered his resolve and swallowed the contents of his
gaping mouth. He managed to gulp in a huge breath
despite enduring the foul taste that was moving down his
throat. Pleased that he hadn't vomited, Chris resigned
himself to his fate as he once again lost control of his
bowels.
The next day, Christopher was being forced to endure
yet another showing of his performance. It was the third
time in a row the woman had watched it, all snuggled on
the couch. Chris was tied hand and foot, sitting in a
chair, and gagged with his inflatable plug. His chastity
device was in place, and his dildo had been inflated.
Not satisfied with his ability to hold his two gallons
for just over an hour and forty minutes, the girls had
decided that more enema training was necessary and had
filled him with two quarts of hot soapy water prior to
sitting him down for the viewing. They had also attached
the eye clips, forcing his eyes into an always wide open
position, just to ensure that he was watching the video.
He squirmed in his bondage, both from his enema and his
dry, burning eyes, knowing that the expulsion scene was
rapidly approaching. Once again the women laughed and
cheered as he suffered the indignity of his ordeal all
over again.
Finally tiring of the repeated viewings, the women
removed the boy's eye clips and bound him to his bed for
the night, not bothering to allow him to release the
enema he had now held for over six hours. Grateful at
least for the plug that held the liquid inside of him,
he nonetheless squirmed from the cramping as his sister
and Crystal entered his room.
"I have some great news," Rebecca said, Crystal
standing behind her and smiling like the cat that had
swallowed the canary. "Kathy and I are going out of town
for a couple of weeks for a lecture series. Crystal has
volunteered to watch over you while I'm away."
Christopher was shocked at the thought of being left
alone with this beautiful young girl. "Don't worry
Chris, I'm looking forward to taking good care of you.
And as long as you behave, you won't have to worry about
your punishments being too harsh.
However, I have some great ideas for new experiments we
can try, just the two of us."
With a wink from Crystal, the two women shut the light
and left the room, leaving the boy to suffer his
retention enema and wonder exactly what the girl had in
store for him. Once again, his restrained cock tried to
erect as his thoughts drifted to being alone at the
mercy of Crystal.
