“He’ll turn awhile and think about his subjugation. Good masturbation is best done slowly with time to build the anticipation,” instructs Miss Nancy.
With a flip of a switch, the bar and 1532 slowly begin to turn. The penis and testicles comically flop about as gravity draws the organs downward then with the rotation to the side. Helga stays near the rotating head insuring that 1532 is well aware of her presence.
“Would you like to stand for me? Hmm? I think you’re imagining Miss Nancy’s fingers and a good penetration of your backside.”
The specialist’s soft words combined with his humiliating subjugation begin to cause the entrapped tip of 1532's manhood to engorge further. The effect of the motion al
so excites as the penis and testicles are slowly manipulated by the turning spit. The abrasion of the sensitive tip by the infibulation bar must cause immense pain. But 1532 cannot react. He is as rigid as the bar to which he is attached and cannot display any signs of discomfort.
Helga finally reaches out to the youth’s manhood, holds it in one hand and deftly releases it from the gold bar before another revolution is completed. The penis tip thrusts into view. It is the only acknowledgment of relief that 1532 can communicate. He tumefies for his trainer, and it is interesting to note that this is the only gesture of welcome he can muster toward the waiting hands of the skillful masturbatrix.
The lascivious exhibition attracts more of the specialists as 1532 rotates and his enormous, erect penis circles about. His own scrotum seems to increase the erotic sensations by uncontrollably flopping from side to upwards to side to downwards with his changing position. The uniformed women in white pause from performing their various duties to watch the spectacle, some stifling giggles.
Nancy also watches, but with a quiet smile of confidence. She knows the minutes spent by the helpless subject amuse the young females of the clinic, but her years of extracting semen from the male have taught her the best methods for maximizing the level of performance. Her practiced technique drains the male organs of every drop of essence. The humiliation and thorough bondage are just part of the procedure, however welcomed by the dominant specialists, and whether the male is willing or unwilling she will soon have him spurting when and where she desires.
The Director suggests we move on and return when 1532 is deemed “ripe”. Before we step away, I request and am granted an appointment to interview this most interesting woman.
As we leave for an adjoining room. I look back to see Nancy placing something under the rotating 1532. It is a soft feather brush, the handle of which has been encased in a block of wood. The devilish device rests on the floor and serves to ever so gently caress the scrotum and bulbous purple tip of 1532's manhood with each turn of the spit. Yes, “ripe” may indeed be the appropriate term for 1532's pending condition.
The Director leads me to a cavernous room. It is dark and ominous compared to the main chamber.
“Sensory deprivation is key to the initial process of subjugation, Doctor. 1567 will soon find himself here with Amanda beginning the extensive interview process. As stated, we will elicit his deepest fears and phobias. He’ll tell Amanda everything we’ll need to know to turn him into an obedient, groveling subjugant, responding to every command and whim of the dominant female.”
Before us is a counter top with a large aquarium behind it. A thick wall of glass, or most likely specially made clear plastic, holds back the thousands of gallons of water. The depth of the tank is well over my head and, as expected, a human form can easily be completely immersed into it. Cables and tubes hang from the ceiling above. To the side of the counter top is an electronic control panel, which includes a microphone and headset.
“The subject is intubated for both oxygen and nutrition. Watertight headphones are attached, then he’s lowered into the tank. After immersion, a special chemical is added which turns the water to gel, making any motion almost impossible. Then he just floats. Hours and hours. Amanda will begin her psychological dominance, speaking to him through the headphones. The words are well scripted and carefully selected. The helpless, male subject listens. It is all he can do. And with his complete immobility and isolation the comprehension is complete. Every word Amanda utters will echo into the deepest recesses of his mind. He has no choice but to listen. When finished, Amanda will be viewed with adulation and authority, and he’ll be ready to tell her everything she wants to know.
“And as discussed, we concentrate on the phobias..., his deepest fears. We learn them all and record them in his permanent record.”
We proceed to into another room. It is incredibly dark until the Director flips a light switch. Banks of electronic gear appear. The room resembles a recording studio with wires, gauges, switches, etc., everywhere. A large padded couch occupies the center. Nylon straps give it a diabolical pretense.
“And here is where the subject experiences his worst fears. You’ve probably seen one of these in the movies or on television. Rather advanced electronics. But we’ve learned to use it well.”
The Director holds a helmet with what appear to be large goggles. Yes, I have seen such a device. It is an individualized video monitor. Worn over the head and replete with stereo sound, it replicates and projects in incredibly stunning detail video and audio recordings. The experience encountered by the wearer is as close to reality as conceivable.
“We have developed a huge archive of film. At the behest of his behavior specialist, we can put a subject through his worst nightmare. And she is always there to rescue him, psychologically speaking. It ingrains dependence on the female trainer, which leads to obedience and over time complete subjugation. Works well on adolescent males. We have limited experience with adults.”
A very technical discussion follows, and I am impressed with the Director. She is young but very knowledgeable in this area of specialty. After several minutes, she curtails our conversation and guides me back to the sensory deprivation room.
“1532 should be nicely ripe, Doctor.”
Yes. How could I forget?
We return to the main chamber. Almost every specialist has suspended her duties and has gathered about the spit and the supreme masturbatrix.
Nancy has switched off the motor and 1532 lies supine, knees pulled well up and spread, head tilted downward with the slope of the rod. She is aggressively massaging his testicles and the long, glistening, scrotal sac. She speaks as she works providing the younger specialists with an interesting lecture on the male anatomy.
“Never overlook the scrotum, ladies. And here, leading to the testicles, are some nerve endings that deserve special attention.”
She kneads the sac with the lubricated, gloved thumb and forefinger of her right hand. The fingers of her left manipulate the anus from below the rod.
“He’s been stretched and well lubricated here. But it’s best to penetrate slowly. Build the anticipation and the fluids will build even more. And always remember, it’s yours to take as you please. The subject cannot and will not ejaculate until you wish.”
1532 helplessly looks up at the stern, authoritative woman. Helga sits on a small stool and gently smoothes her hand over his forehead, whispering more words of apparent comfort. The massive, purple erection points straight up. Although it is one of the largest I have seen, the specialists are jaded by its length and girth. Every day they see the largest penises in Europe, and their attention is more riveted to Nancy’s actions than the impressive, male phallus.
“Waggle for me.”
Spoken as more of a command than request, Nancy demands response and feedback from her subject. I cannot help thinking that it is the only part of 1532's anatomy that he can move, except perhaps some minor muscle contraction in the scrotum.