“You can see the results, Doctor. Boy obtains a fascinatingly subtle form of sexual gratification from serving the female genitalia. And since it’s the only gratification he receives, he craves to be of service.”
[Jasmine squeezed more water in to Boy’s mouth, then dipped her hand into the slushy ice and extracted a cold, blue, scrotal bag. Even in its contracted and crinkled state, it was sizable. She firmly pinched a small fold of the sensitive skin between the nails of her thumb and forefinger. Boy did not react to what would normally be sharp pain.]
“He’s just about ready, Mary. Almost done?”
[Mary was finishing the nails of Boy’s left toes with the same shade of bright, red polish. When she stood up and pulled away the stool, all her efforts came into view. In addition to the abundant nail polish, Boy’s lips were highlighted with the same shade of red. A gloss coating reflected the room’s antiseptic lighting. Mary had applied eye shadow to augment the tattooed mascara, all of which greatly added to Boy’s particularly effeminate appearance. From the neck upwards, it was not possible to guess Boy’s true gender much less his age, which by my estimate was some thirty years.
But the typical cosmetic alterations were further augmented by the attention Mary paid to Boy’s perky nipples. An interesting shade of red rouge drew the observer’s eye to what appeared to be underdeveloped female breasts. This feature added an interesting contrast to Boy’s appearance. Facially he appeared to be a woman. But the rouge forced the viewer to move the eyes to his chest, where any attempt to determine his gender became obscured. A boy with make-up? A young girl with undeveloped breasts?
With the extensive cosmetics and make up effort, I became curious as to the sexual proclivities of Lady Constance’s visiting friend.
Jasmine removed the ice filled bucket. I stifled my own laughter in viewing the shriveled organs. Jasmine’s ten minute treatment changed the shape and color, and another cruel pinch indicated complete numbness.]
“He’s ready.”
[With that comment, Jasmine moved to the preparation table and donned long, latex gloves. She returned with a specimen dish in her left hand and placed it between Boy’s thighs. In her right was a large jar of lubricant.]
“We send the semen out for testing. The sperm count will show the effect of the hormone treatments and determine future dosage. This will take about thirty minutes, Mary. You can stay and watch or come back later and finish.”
[Mary eagerly indicated her preference to watch the ultimate humiliation of the male. Boy would give up his semen under the control of a Dominant female. He was to be milked like a cow and had no choice but to kneel and patiently allow the knowing hands of Jasmine take what she wanted. The presence of the pretty, young, female observer must have added greatly to his embarrassment, but complete silence was the rule, and strong, comfortable straps enforced his compliance.
Jasmine lubricated her right glove and a glob was worked into Boy’s anus. Jasmine stood to Boy’s left and began the slow process of working her fingers into the well-cleansed anus. With her left hand, she very gently caressed the reddened nipples. This seemed to calm Boy, and he seemed to open himself a little more with each touch of a nipple.]
“As you can see, Doctor, the nipples have become quite an erogenous area. He responds to my touch like an eager whore.”
[Jasmine slowly and methodically worked. Even the most casual of observers would acknowledge her high level of experience, as every movement and touch caused Boy’s puckered sphincter to relax and open further to her fingers.
Within some five minutes, she had three fingers inserted and began to massage the perineum with her left hand.]
“He’s numb here, of course, but the prostate will react to massage. It will be physically stimulated despite the lack of feeling. And my goodness it’s nice and full. You’re going to give us a good sample this morning, Boy. You’re quite ready for milking.
The coldness also forestalls erection, which of course is painfully impossible with his infibulation.”
[Jasmine folded her right thumb under and a full assault of Boy’s squeaky, clean rectum began. I was amazed to see him relax and then flex the muscles of his bowels to assist with the penetration. Evidently the years of experience taught him to not only accept the inevitable but also to minimize the time and discomfort of penetration. Jasmine’s hand entered and she smiled.]
“So eager. And I can feel the prostate. Yes. It’s swollen with fluid and ready to empty for us. Yes. Isn’t it Boy?”
[A drop of clear fluid beaded on the pencil sharp tip of Boy’s shriveled, infibulated penis. It was interesting that Jasmine made no effort to remove it. The realization that her manipulation was taking effect brought a wry smile and more movements of her hands.]
“With the ejaculatory muscles numbed, he cannot orgasm. But my fingers can force the glands to secrete. The flow of pre-ejaculatory fluid will increase. And when I decide it’s time, some added pressure to the prostate and ampulla will begin the flow of sperm.
“Milkings are best done slowly and thoroughly, Doctor. It’s best for Boy’s health. By the time I’m done, he’ll be thoroughly drained.”
[For the next few minutes Jasmine worked in silence, and the bead of clear fluid grew larger and eventually dripped to the specimen dish. Then it turned to a steady flow, and Mary watched in complete fascination while I took notes. Boy’s blank stare seemed to become even more distant. But when the first drop of creamy, white sperm hit the dish with a ‘plunk’, Boy closed his eyes in embarrassment while Mary giggled.]
“Yes, very good, Boy. Give it all to Jasmine.”
[I moved for a closer look and the substance did indeed have the cloudy, sticky properties of sperm. Boy’s numbed ducts had opened under Jasmine’s manipulations and absent any feeling his ejaculatory muscles failed to properly expel the seed. Instead the fluid just dripped. It seemed to be the ultimate ceding of control to the dominant female..., a male’s most fundamental and proud biological function was placed in the hands of the controlling female. And Boy’s closed eyes evidenced the extreme humility of the act. His male organs were no longer his to control.]
“You’ll notice, Mary, that when I stop moving my fingers, the flow of sperm stops. Thus by controlling the flow, I could slowly milk him for the entire day if I’d like. Of course, I’d have to apply more ice after awhile.”
[Jasmine demonstrated her conjecture. The slow flow of white turned clear when her hands remained motionless. But then after a few minutes she resumed, and the creamy substance again dripped to the dish.
The amazing demonstration continued for several minutes with Mary mesmerized by Jasmine’s knowledgeable actions. Incredibly, the shallow dish was filling, and I wondered if one facet of Jasmine’s amusement was to continue until it overflowed. But finally, Jasmine leaned over and peered at the flaccid phallus as the cream turned back to a clear, viscous liquid.]
“Good Boy.”
[Her left hand gripped Boy’s penis at the base and squeezed. She then drew it down, careful not to press the many ornaments and piercings into the skin. When she reached the tip, she pinched it between thumb and forefinger and one last glob of white plopped to the brimming dish.
Boy was indeed milked.]
“He’ll be quite docile for his visitor. He feels a glow after the release of hormones. Nowhere near the ecstatic feeling from a true orgasm, but he knows that it is Jasmine who has provided such a kindness and he’s grateful. Aren’t you Boy?”
[Jasmine’s right hand was slowly withdrawing as she spoke. Mary stirred from her riveted observation and retrieved an appliance from the preparation table. When Jasmine’s right hand finally slithered into the room light, she carefully picked up the specimen dish and exited to the kitchen. When she returned, her gloves had been removed, and she picked up Boy’s neck collar from the preparation table.
The two women worked silently as Jasmine collared Boy and Mary plugged in her appliance. Once again Jasmine inserted the s
traw of the plastic bottle into Boy’s mouth and gave it a generous squeeze.]
“There appeared to be some new hairs growing under the scrotum Mary. The highest setting should eliminate them nicely.”
[Mary seemed to jump with eagerness at the suggestion. She stepped to Boy’s rear, drew the warming, pink sac back in her left hand and after a few seconds of examination applied the metal tip of the appliance to various points on the soft, sensitive skin. Boy convulsed noticeably, but it was evident that he was quite adapted to the electrolysis. It was inconceivable that a normal male could remain kneeling and tolerate pain equivalent to a bee sting on such a precious organ, but as I was discovering, Boy was no longer a normal male.
Jasmine released Boy’s wrists from the table and placed them in cuffs. Her powerful hands guided Boy’s limp arms back as if they belonged to a puppet. Years of training had taught Boy to keep his limbs relaxed to be pushed and pulled about as Jasmine or other female superiors desired. Therefore it was an easy matter for Jasmine to place Boy’s arms behind his back, bend them at the elbows and attach the wrists in the standard configuration..., well up the back and attached to sturdy eyelets on the neck collar.
Mary continued her work with relish, eliminating many unseen short hairs that had the temerity to grow and potentially sully Lady Constance’s hairless play toy.
Jasmine paused to watch and pointed out other stubble that she had encountered during her earlier aggressive massage. When satisfied that Mary was attentively zapping Boy to complete smoothness, she walked to the wall opposite me and released a rope. A sturdy chain lowered from the ceiling directly over Boy’s head. Jasmine tied off the rope and returned to Boy, where she attached the chain to the back of his neck collar.
This held Boy so that he knelt on the table as before, except that his upper torso was supported by his neck-collar, instead of his arms and hands.
Jasmine picked up a metal device from the preparation table and walked to where Boy’s head was suspended by the chain. She held up in front of him a shiny, metal clamp.]
“You know what I want.”
[Boy reluctantly thrust out his tongue. He knew what was coming and had no way to avoid it. Jasmine gripped the long, slippery appendage and unmercifully tightened the evil device entrapping Boy’s only permitted functioning, sex organ. She didn’t stop until Boy winced. It was a real signal of pain not feigned, and at that point Jasmine pulled on the clamp to ensure its tightness.]
“He’ll be very eager to use it when freed. Yes, won’t you, Boy? Lady Constance’s visitor will be very pleased with your oral efforts today.”
[A cord was released from the winch in front of the table, pulled upward and attached to the clamp. Jasmine smiled as she turned the winch back, tightening the cord, pulling the clamp and stretching the incredibly long tongue well beyond Boy’s bright, red lips. As with the clamp, she slowly turned the winch until a guttural sound erupted from Boy’s throat, indicating an intolerable pain level. It was only then that Jasmine locked the winch assuring a steady tightness on the cord and thus the tongue.]
“Boy just wiles away the time while his body is modified to Lady Constance’s liking. He’ll think about how much pleasure he will bestow at the next opportunity. Yes, won’t you, Boy?”
[Mary continued her endeavors with the electrolysis moving to the buttocks and then to Boy’s right side, closely examining the scrubbed, effeminate flesh. An occasional unseen but apparently stubborn short hair would catch her soft fingers, as she gently smoothed her free hand over every inch of skin.
Jasmine stood by Boy’s head. The fingers of her right hand moved under her brief, rubber apron and returned glistening with wet traces of her feminine charms. She reached to Boy’s face and slowly coated his nose, upper lip and corners of his mouth leaving her scent where he could not avoid inhaling the musky aroma.
She resumed her narrative.]
“I only regret not being able to masturbate him. It’s a very heady feeling, firmly grasping a good, stiff phallus, especially with a male as well endowed as Boy. But complete chastity is essential. When he was deemed to be properly responding to Lady Constance, all overt gratification ceased.
“But for the year or so of training..., what fun!
“I remember one night at the country estate with Lady Constance’s school friends we had a contest. Each girl guessed at how far Boy could ejaculate.
“I was not permitted to enter of course. Lady Constance knew I could make him squirt any distance I wished. So I became the non-partisan participant with instructions from Lady Constance to maximize his performance.
“Well, Doctor, you can imagine what an interesting challenge that was, having free reign over a male with a huge penis and in his prime years of sexual development.
“With my medical studies, I knew the proper method and position for the best results. I had Boy kneel on a thick book. I attached two chains hanging from beams overhead to each side of his neck collar. His wrists were secured in back of course, and a white linen sheet was spread in front of him on the floor.
“Lady Constance’s friends loved Boy. It’s not often that teenage girls are able to view the naked male form with impunity. And of course, they had a free hand in assisting with his training. Most learned quickly, as Lady Constance had, that with his lenses Boy could not properly focus. So it was a common sight to see a young lass take Boy to a far corner of the large house, or when outdoors to a secluded area of the estate, hike up her skirt and encourage his oral training.
“So the suggested contest was enthusiastically received, and each girl guessed at the distant of the furthest stain on the linen sheet. The winner received Boy’s oral ministrations, which were much appreciated.
“I knelt behind Boy and began the slow process. I kept him infibulated and I enjoyed waking up the various glands that way. As one Dominant woman described it, making his organs ready to boil.
“One must be careful with timing in such a scenario. Leaving him infibulated causes painful attempts to tumefy, which normally is not a problem, but on that occasion too much pain would interfere with performance.
“So I massaged the testicles, perineum, worked a finger or two into the rectum and watched the infibulating wire very closely.
“When I detected a moderate level of pain, I pulled out the infibulating wire and remained motionless. I wanted no distractions as Boy’s erection steadily rose. Each girl, lined up on both sides of the sheet, gasped in amazement. I myself got tremendously excited knowing that it was only by my hand and action that Boy stood, and of course with his size and the girls’ limited experience, it was quite an impressive performance for them.
“Boy had no trinkets at the time. It was only when I decided that he should be kept chaste, that Lady Constance began adding all the mementos. So his long shaft was free to stroke, and I was and still am quite adept at it.
“I like to work just the base, the lower portion which has much less sensitivity. The method requires more time to reach the boiling point and continues awakening the prostate, ampulla and ejaculatory muscles. I keep the shaft bent downward as much as possible. Usually to the floor, which is most uncomfortable, but for the contest I did not want to mix a pain signal with pleasure. So I kept him at a modest downward angle, which would forestall ejaculation with minimal discomfort.
“My lubricated left hand continued its penetration of course. While working the shaft, most males won’t even feel the fingers enter, and of course we kept Boy’s backside opened from early days at the clinic.”
[Jasmine paused in her story. Tears were rolling down Boy’s face. Either the slow torture of having his tongue stretched or Mary’s electrolysis was breaking his stoicism. Jasmine gently dabbed away the wetness and patted Boy’s head cooing words of encouragement. But then she tested the tightness of the tongue cord and gave the winch a quarter turn.]
“Don’t be alarmed, Doctor. The winch is highly geared. That quarter turn only shortens the cord by an eighth of an in
ch.”
[But the action was emblematic of Boy’s treatment. Relentless training and cruelty was the regimen. Jasmine was aloof to his tears. They were just something to be wiped away and the stretching continued.
“More water was squeezed this time with the straw carefully inserted well down Boy’s throat. He had difficulty swallowing with his tongue so cruelly stretched.”
[She stepped back and resumed.]
“The masturbation was just to amuse the girls, of course. And that I did, pulling and pushing about this ten inch, stiff rod which was drooling fluid. The girls giggled and laughed all wondering aloud about my prowess and ability to make him spurt under my control. His scrotum was only partially stretched at the time. But the girls still enjoyed watching it swing. In general, I held him back for a good twenty minutes or so and used the time for a demonstration and explanation of the male anatomy. Something very much overlooked in the education of teenage girls.
“But it became time. I didn’t want him to run dry of pre-ejaculatory fluid, so I announced to the girls to watch carefully, then increased the pressure on the prostate and brought the penis up to the optimal angle. I stroked away keeping a firm grip, which, as you can imagine Doctor, is substantial. Then when it was time, I shoved the book out from under Boy’s knees, effectively leaving him hanging by his neck collar. My penetrating left hand felt the muscles contract, and I instantly lessened the grip of my right hand allowing the semen to erupt. And erupt it did. The girls screamed in amazement for I directed a sizeable glob beyond the end of the sheet onto the carpet. The next hit the very end, and after that I just pumped until a puddle formed in front of him.
“The tension on the neck causes a curious reaction in males, Doctor. One must be careful and Lady Constance stood by to slip the book back under him as the last drops dribbled to the sheet. But the sudden change of pressure affecting the spinal muscles and nerves greatly stimulates the ejaculatory muscles.
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