BDSM Library - Story: Dexter Chronicles, Chapter: Chapter 14

(Writer's note: You remember Angela and Mitch — Chapters Six and Seven? Mitch continues his training, and we get a close-up of the FemTech Comfort Stations. Happy reading. As always, your comments are most appreciated. Mysty at mystymason172@hotmail.com

Sue Dexter Chronicles —Chapter 14

Mitch knelt naked on the thick grey pile carpet of the vestibule facing the glass front door waiting for Angela Wilson to come home. His FemTech training had been so swift and effective that he barely remembered his pre-Angela life. And even though he was no longer bound at the wrists and elbows, at Angela's instruction he maintained his old posture with his hands and arms held firmly behind his back.

Life was strange. In spite of the cruel things Angela sometimes (frequently) did to him, he actually loved her ... although he didn't know exactly why. As he knelt with his head bowed, he couldn't help but look at his semi-stiff penis, now (he hoped, only temporarily) no longer functioning as a source of pleasure for him, but rather a source of a dull ache. The chastity device Angela had bestowed upon him was installed she had said, "to commemorate your giving yourself to me ... completely." There was no question that his surrender to her was unconditional.

***

When the attractive woman from M ³ (Modern Mothers Movement) first showed the device to Angela and Mitch last week, it appeared so innocent looking — a simple smooth steel tube with small openings at each end. Harriet Manciani, the M ³ technician, held the sample Lillith Model 14 Precluder on her left palm and the long slender enabling key in the fingers of her right hand.

"Watch how it works," Harriet said. Mitch and Angela watched as Harriet slid the key into the opening on one end of the Precluder as far as it would go. It simply looked like a gleaming steel tube suspended on a slender but sturdy key shaft. She then held the device with her left hand and gently turned the key clockwise and looked at Angela and Mitch for their responses. At first, they both simply shrugged their collective shoulders, and Angela wondered why anyone at FemTech would have recommended a M ³ product for something as important as male chastity.

"Look closely," said Harriet softly as she turned the magnetic key counterclockwise and clockwise, counterclockwise and clockwise ... . Small, short little prongs emerged from the surface of the Precluder and then retreated and disappeared with each turn of her wrist. A chill worked its unbidden way through Mitch's naked body and Angela nodded. "It's so clever. Does it really work?"

"Absolutely," said Harriet. "May I show you?" Angela nodded her authorization.

"But first," said Harriet, "I have a question to ask you," and she moved closer to whisper in Angela's ear. After a short discussion, with both of them looking at Mitch's penis and laughing, Harriet said, "Fine, let's get started."

Harriet rolled her chair closer to Mitch and gently began to stroke his penis with the tips of her fingers. "Mitch," Harriet said, "look up here, in my eyes, not at your worthless little male appendage."

It had been a long time since Mitch had anyone pay any attention to his sexual needs, and despite her contempt, her delicate touch and beautiful face almost caused him to swoon.

But before he was fully hard she suddenly stopped, pinched the head of his cock to control his ardor, made careful measurements of Mitch's manhood in a well practiced, almost clinical manner, then leaned back and patted him on his semi-stiff member and selected a Lillith Model 18 Precluder from her varied collection.

Mitch was then firmly bound and secured while Harriet rubbed some antiseptic lubricant onto the freshly selected gleaming long metal device and then inserted ... slowly but inexorably ... the Precluder deep into Mitch's penis with the long magnetic key extending from the end of his shaft.

Mitch gulped from the unwanted invasion. It felt strange, very uncomfortable ... a painful stretched sensation, and his anxiety of what would come next caused his breathing to come in short small breaths.

"Here. Feel where it is," said Harriet, fingering Mitch's penis with her fingers.

"Yes," said Angela, "I can feel it. You're right, it does makes his penis somewhat stiff, doesn't it."

"Well, Angela," snickered the M ³ representative, "It certainly does make it unbendable!"

Gently holding Mitch's now straight penis in her hand, she began to gently stroke it again, this time smiling and exchanging knowing glances with Angela. Although Mitch was in significant discomfort, Harriet's practiced fingers quickly caused his breathing to slow down and deepen and his penis to lengthen around the smooth surface of the lubricated tube despite its ominous presence. When his penis reached the desired length, Harriet and Angela nodded to each other and Harriet turned the key and let go, ... and unseen small effective prongs extended from the catheter and jabbed against Mitch's incredibly sensitive urethral inner surfaces.

Mitch gasped and jerked away from Harriet and the still connected protruding key, but fortunately for him, he was not able to move much and Harriet had knowingly let go of the key, thus sparing him severe internal penile damage.

"Don't punish him for trying to pull away, Angela. He can't help it. They all react that way. I understand that the initial pain is pretty terrible. And, if you want to duplicate this pain, all you have to do is put pressure on his penis."

He began to openly cry in earnest. Harriet carefully withdrew the smooth long, but dull-pointed key, and the device, the M ³ Lillith Precluder, with its prongs engaged, was securely set deep within his penis. Any attempt at a true erection was brutally uncomfortable, and if he or anyone grasped his penis, the pain would be quite excruciating.

"It will definitely keep him faithful," Harriet said to Angela said as Angela released him from his restraints.

"Removing it, if desired, is quite easy," instructed Harriet. "First a thick lubricant is pumped into the urethral opening and the key is carefully inserted. That plunges some of the lubricant deeper and then the key, fully in place, is turned, the prongs retract, and the key and the chastity device withdrawn as one unit. And that's how you remove it, although, I don't know why you'd ever want to," said Harriet cheerfully. "My sons have been wearing Precluders for over eighteen months now. They're much more attentive to my needs and there's never any stiff crumpled tissues under their beds in the morning, if you catch my drift."

As she rose to leave, she tapped Mitch playfully on his stiff penis. Mitch gasped in pain and grabbed his penis, shrieked and let go, then sobbed heavily with his chest heaving up and down with each of his hands tightly clutching his widely spread thighs.

"He'll learn," said Harriet, "they all do. Here are two keys. M ³ will always retain the serial number and we can get you replacement keys if you lose these."

•••

The three days Mitch spent at FemTech's Miller Street Field Office immediately after his little swim at the mountain pond were not good for him. After Angela Wilson and Barb Crayton dropped him off, he was banded, given the two standard piercings: perineum and nose, and then the extractions. All of his beautiful thirty-two pearly whites were traded in to provide safe, tight, easy-access for a princkmistress' shaft, specifically for Angela's. Forcibly losing his teeth was traumatic, both symbolically and painfully, and for a while after the dental uprooting Mitch staggered about, bound and stunned with the pain in his face a whirring blaze. When he saw himself in a mirror, he saw a harmless pathetic looking man and he had to struggle to maintain any sense of self. However, the worst, most depressing experience for him at the Field Office occurred on the Thursday morning before he was delivered, as scheduled, to Angela's home.

•••

He had been warned by the FemTech personnel what would happen to him if he tried to run away from his new home, or if Angela became angry with him or simply ceased to find him amusing. There was of course the threat of the Pens, which he didn't fully understand. But he soon understood the threat of the FemTech Public Comfort Stations.

"Come, Mitch. Follow me. Let's watch your potential future."

Mitch and Cynthia Ellington of FemTech entered a comfortable observation room adjacent to the Field Office Public Comfort Station Four. On the other side of the expansive two-way mirror were six toilet facilities, five in operating mode, but none currently in use. Cynthia walked over to a sidewall and flipped on the speaker system. Two FemTech Specialists, jokingly referred to by their friends as "The Plumbers," were busy installing a new "fixture." Mitch recognized the poor guy as one of Bay City's current councilmen, Herbert Farlow, a skinny, old, long-time resident of Bay City. It wasn't pretty what they were planning to do to him, and Herbert knew it.

The toilet system was well engineered. Each exposed bay had a waterproof latex-like cover on what resembled a heavily padded, sculpted massage table upon which the male would be affixed ... always face up. The hydraulically assisted table was carved out and adjustable to be comfortable for the user and survivable for the "fixture."

Herbert had just been led in and was thrashing about quite wildly for such an old man. Even though his arms were tied behind his back and his legs were tethered, he was difficult to restrain. Of the five other males already installed as toilets, one wanted to cheer him on, but knew better and remained silent, one was also quite old and was, well, out of it and near death, and the other three were "fried" test subjects — victims of FemTech's ongoing series of experiments on the design of an upgrade of a radio controlled discipline band. Although the test subjects were quite vegetative, certain basic bodily functions still operated effectively, such as reflexive sucking and swallowing to keep their air passages free of obstructions, moist, gooey, lumpy or otherwise.

But none of this concerned Herbert who simply knew that he did not want to be there and struggled, beyond hope, to be free again. Eventually, one of the plumbers, Brittany, looking a little bored and exasperated by Herbert's resistance, grabbed him by his shoulders, spun him around, looked him straight in the eyes and drove her right knee into his exposed low hanging testicles. She gave him a gentle push backwards, casually let go of him, turned, and bent down to continue to adjust the table to fit his dimensions. Behind her, Herbert crumbled to the hard tiled floor of the Comfort Station, wheezing and gasping for breath. He was in agony and his groin was on fire. And although he was in desperate circumstance he was also angry.

"Bitch," he whispered under his breath.

Brittany slowly stood up and bent over him. "Temper, temper, Herbie. Do you want me to be happy with you or mad at you when I make these final adjustments to your new residence?"

Herb looked away from her steely eyes.

"Do you want to possibly live through this next phase of your existence? You might, you know. Well?"

Herb had been through a lot recently. His fall from elective honor to total degradation was swift and hard, but he was a survivor. Maybe he could do this thing too, although not many males made it.

"Yes," he said barely audibly, "Yes."

"Then say you're sorry for calling me a bitch, Herbie baby."

The other Specialist, Fawn, began to laugh at Herbie's plight. She knew his chances to succeed, particularly because of his age, were really slim.

"I'm sorry, Miss. I'm sorry," he said sincerely.

"Oh, Herbie, that was really sweet," cooed Brittany. "I accept your apology. Now, I want no more resistance from you. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes," Herbie moaned.

"Oh, don't be so sad, Herbie. After we get you in this little contraption, you'll be meeting lots and lots of new friends. And maybe I'll come to visit you. Actually, the hell with maybe, I'll definitely come to visit you, and we can talk about old times. That would be real easy for you, wouldn't it, because you're so fucking old. " And both women exploded in laughter.

Brittany lowered the table down so it was almost on the floor and made some additional adjustments and modifications. The openings and tubes appeared to be in the correct position and functioning properly.

"Okay, upsy daisy, up you go."

Brittany and Kara lifted him onto the table; he was pretty light. The room and the table's design were based on function, comfort and ease of maintenance. Herbert's arms remained bound behind his back, but fitted into a recessed opening in the table. A simple broad, strong strap across his puny chest held him in place. Additional straps went around each thigh and ankle and around, loosely, his neck. His head rested on a rounded little nicely-padded sculpted cushioned shelf a little lower then the rest of the table, and all-in-all, if that was all there was, he would have been relatively quite well off.

"Okay, Herbie," said Kara. "Now we have to do the plumbing."

First, Kara opened a drawer beneath the table that contained a plethora of tubes and shiny instruments. She looked at the sheet of paper attached to the clipboard she had brought with her.

"Hmm. He's a RC-003," she said to Brittany. "I guess he's a bit of a tight-ass."

"Do him one size up for pissing me off," said Brittany.

"No problem," said Kara.

"But, ... but, I said I was sorry," protested Herbert.

"Herbie, honey. Do you want it two sizes up?"

"No," gulped Herbert.

"Good boy," said Brittany as she patted him gently on his head.

Kara reached into a wall drawer, and then selected and held the chosen Rectal Catheter in front of Herbert's face and let him take in its dimensions. Although it was relatively narrow at the insertion end, the hollow catheter-dildo expanded to an extremely uncomfortable width before it re-narrowed itself at the tube or "exhaust" end. Herbert was just stunned and silent, although you could see his bony chest begin to heave up and down in fear, slightly moving the thick strap across his chest.

Kara lifted the front part of the table and swung it up so that Herbert was almost upright facing the two-way mirror. Then she bent down behind him and lubricated the RecCath and began to inset it into his bottom, past his tighten cheeks and resisting sphinctal ring. After she got the narrow end of it in him, she forced and pushed the broad middle part up into him until the thickest part of the RecCath passed his sphinctal guards, and the balance of the catheter easily slid the rest of the way in by itself. Herbert groaned and tears began to fill the corners of his eyes. It looked extraordinarily painful.

Inside the comfort of the Observation Room, Mitch began to empathize with Herbert's agony and fear and contemplated his own future as well.

With the hollow RecCath in place, Kara attached a low vacuum exhaust tube to it and then turned her attention to begin work on the penile catheter. She lowered the table down to a horizontal position and then raised it to waist level. Kara reached over to Herbert and began to caress and then hold his penis in her left hand. "Hmm, nice hefty little tool for such an old guy," she said to Herbert. "You know how to use this thing?"

"Please, Miss, please let me go." They all say the same things, eventually, Kara thought to herself.

Kara chose an insertion catheter with her right hand, while she continued to play with his penis with the fingers of her other hand. Despite the pain in his anus, his prick began to come to life.

"Oh, look," Kara said to Brittany, "It's saluting a superior officer. But it's supposed to remove its hat," said Kara as she began to dig her sharp nails in under the head of Herbert's penis.

Herbert screamed as a trickle of blood rolled down his immediately softening penis.

"Oh, Herbert, you didn't really expect me to play with that old thing, did you? And besides that, you had an unauthorized erection in the presence of a FemTech employee. Some of my sisters would have you 'bobbed' for that offense."

Herbert bit his tongue and groaned.

"Okay, Herbert, here we go," said Kara as the lubricated catheter snaked it way up his penis all the long, long painful way to his bladder.

Herbert lay there in shock, with his mouth open and panting.

And that was it; the installation process was over. Herbert was installed.

Kara looked at her watch, recorded the time and date of installation, the sizes of the catheters, and then applied a little princkjuice from a tube she had in her pocket to Herbert's wounded cock. Within seconds the pain almost completely disappeared and Herbert relaxed a little.

"Hey, Herbert," Brittany said as she packed up to leave with Kara, "It's been real, sweetie. I am going to come to visit you in two days, really. Try to stay alive for me. Okay?"

"Please let me go. Please!" he cried out as they left the room.

Herbert looked up at the ceiling and his surroundings and felt a wave of fear, deathly fear, wash over him.

***

"Hey, old man," call Dan, the most conscious of his roommates. "Are you okay?"

"What's going to happen next?" asked Herbert. "How long have you been here?"

"Shit, I've been here maybe three, four days, just like Harvey next to me. But he's not going to make it. I bet he's dead by morning. I sure wish they'd fill this place up with young guys like me. But I glad you're here. Nobody wants to use the zapped-out zombies or this old fuck next to me, but they do when they had to go. Oops, excuse me. But the zombies and the old guys don't do too well. Shit, what am I saying? None of us guys do too well here," and Dan started crying.

•••

Within minutes, the public access door opened and four young girls came in whispering and giggling to each other.

"See. Told ya! Just like I said."

"Wow. Can we use them?"

"You betcha, we can. I told ya."

"Holy shit, this must be senior citizenship day or something. Look at this old bastard," shouted Maxine Wilson. But her girlfriend, Inez, was revisiting Dan while the other girls went to different available males. All the girls attended the nearby school, and like so many of the very young princkmistresses, they just wore the short black pleated skirts with no thigh princkharnesses. It was obvious from the way the front of their outfits began to stick out that they were looking forward to a little recess activity.

"Dan, Dan. It's me again. Inez." Dan bent his head down and toward her voice just in time to see her hand go the edge of his platform to lower it down to the height she wanted. Inez reached down, grabbed the hem of her skirt, lifted it, and stuffed it down into its gathered waistband, pinning it out of the way. Inez had opted for internal hormone units, so her princk was a sleek smooth shaft, without testicles, and her vaginal lips formed a delicious slick vertical opening immediately below and almost part of the base of her growing standard.

"Oh, Dan. I have to go soooo bad! Open wide!" Inez reach down and grabbed his ears and stepped forward so that her smooth creamy thighs were on each side of his face and then tilted her hips and forced the head ... just the head ... of her wonderful princk in his mouth. With a loud melodious satisfied sigh she relaxed her bladder and began to drain herself into Dan.

"Remember the rules, baby. Any spills and I get to do 'you know what.' And I know you don't want that. Or maybe you do," murmured Inez. While Inez was relieving herself in Dan's face, Maxine was taking care of a different urge with Herbert.

***

"Gramps, it says here that you were just installed. Has anyone done you yet?"

Herbert shook his head, and Maxine smiled broadly.

"Please," said Herbert. "This is a mistake, a terrible mistake. I shouldn't even be here. Don't do anything to me. Please."

Maxine released the clasp on her skirt and place it on a nearby shelf. She was extremely beautiful and bouncy, and her princk was pointing hard and straight at Herbert's head.

"It's no mistake, Gramps. FemTech just works in mysterious ways. Now ... just ... let ... me ... get ... your ... mouth ... open ... and ... in ... position. Yessss! Ahhh!"

Maxine had lowered Herbert's bench, tilted his head down and back and jammed her pulsing shaft into his mouth and down his throat. In one smooth transitioning movement her young hips began to thrust, withdraw, thrust ... . Her fingertips found the broad binding strap across his chest and she grabbed it for purchase and added the strength of her arms to her hips and legs to plunge deep in his vulnerable face.

Soon Maxine was gasping and straining forward on her toes, as if it might be possible to get her entire squirming body into him. It wasn't that this generation of girls was particularly cruel to men and boys. They were just young and impetuous and intoxicated with their freedom and dominant sexual power ... and, well, perhaps they were a wee bit mean, too.

Maxine liked older men, much older men ... particularly helpless, defenseless older men. And older men couldn't resist her either, particularly the ones who were strapped to a public comfort station bench or inhabited hospital or nursing home beds.

Fortunately for Herbert, the size of a princkmistress does matter, and her princkfluids, although incredibly voluminous for a young woman, were not quite enough to choke him to death on her own. But Maxine would not be the last one to use him ... not even the last one that hour.

"Come on, Maxine! Hurry up. I've got to go real bad!" complained latecomer Crystal. "The recess bell is gonna ring soon. Come on. Hurry up!"

Maxine look around at her baby sister. "Okay, okay, Chrys. Keep your legs crossed, will ya."

Maxine slowly ... slowly and regretfully ... pulled her shaft from Herbert's face, and both she and her sister watched as her princk seemed to resist pulling out of his gasping mouth. Maxine squealed a little as Herbert's gums gave her princkhead a good-bye squeeze, and long strings of thick gooey princkcum hung from the head of her throbbing princk down to his trembling lips.

"Me next, me next," said Crystal as she nudged Maxine out of her way and expertly lowered Herbert to the height of her slender hips. The sounds of gasps, cries and sighs filled the room as Crystal, eager to relieve her bladder, quickly thrust her princk into Herbert's waiting, tear- and cum-stained face.

This was always the good news and the bad news for the bound males who had just been used sexually. Being a receptacle for a woman's urine was, of course, degrading and unpleasant, but its liquid warmth did wonders in unclogging coagulating un-swallowed princkcum. Herbert coughed and sputtered some urine and cum up and out of his nose and began swallowing in earnest, catching glimpses of his beautiful young tormentress as she began to combine the urge to drain her bladder with another equally primitive urge.

"How could this be happening?" he thought, and he tried to shake Crystal loose by shaking his head back and forth. But to his chagrin, she actually liked his resistance and rewarded his efforts by exploding within him, then pulling back too far and spraying his face and chest with syrupy sticky princkcum, and then relocating and filling the moist hot refuge of his mouth and letting her organ happily pulse its fruit within him until she was fully satisfied.

A bell sounded faintly, and the girls pulled their princks free, cleaned themselves quickly with the available moist heated towels and left to go back to the local school.

"Maxine?" asked Crystal, "Why don't all the girls have princks?"

Maxine just shrugged her older-middle-sister shoulders and said, "I don't know. Maybe just more for us for now, huh?" 'Hey, betcha I can beat you back to school," said Crystal as they and the other girls ran laughing back to their classes.

***

Sue Dexter Chronicles —End of Chapter 14