Chapter 1
School was, for me, a challenge from the start. At first I was excited at making lots of new friends, and learning to read and to write. But it went downhill quite rapidly as I grew older. First there were problems at home, and not a lot of support when it came to homework or encouragement. I also had a tendency to get distracted, my attention wandered all over the place once I thought I’d grasped what the teacher was saying — which, unsurprisingly wasn’t always the case. Then there were games. I was hopeless at them. I lacked co-ordination, so catching a ball, kicking a ball, or hitting a ball didn’t click.
I also tried far too hard to please, something that got me a lot of stick from my fellow pupils. Unsurprisingly it made me act the clown to get noticed. And that didn’t always go to plan either. I collected a lot of bruises, bumps and scars — and more than a few striped bruises across the backside from the cane. And to make matters worse my inability to keep my attention focussed meant I wasn’t keeping up with what the teachers were teaching. Even in Cubs and then Scouts I managed to make an idiot of myself far more often than not.
It got worse when I moved to high school. For one thing lessons were now less a ‘lesson’ and more a lecture, If you didn’t ‘get’ the principle immediately there was no chance to ask for an explanation — unless you wanted to admit you were ‘stupid’, or hadn’t paid attention. Both reasons for another caning. Puberty made everything worse. Not only was I now socially awkward, but I just didn’t seem to have the same interest as the other guys in girls, and I started getting sexually aroused at all the wrong times and in the wrong places. Another complication was my dreams. They became much more vivid, sometimes very erotic, and frequently nightmarish, often involving some social exposure as sexually different or worse. These usually coincided with my having to hand in some schoolwork that I hadn’t understood and knew I would get caned for. So I learned to play truant whenever it seemed likely I was going to have my lack of understanding of something exposed — or going to have to take part in some activity likely to expose my arousal. That brought the problem to a head.
“Sit down, Jason.” My Uncle by marriage indicated a chair. He’d caught me red handed doing a bunk. He’s a specialist neurologist, and works in the field of learning difficulties. “You’re causing your Mum a major problem, and she’s got enough trouble with your Dad.” He watched me for a moment. “You’re not stupid, all your teachers have said that if you just paid attention and did your homework you could be the top student.”
I felt my face flush. “I try, Uncle Tom, but it’s difficult … I can’t follow them. They say something, and then my thoughts go off thinking … and when I come back, I’ve missed something important.”
He nodded. “That’s what the teacher said.” He paused. “Look, I don’t know if we can do anything about it, but we can try. I want to take you to a specialist clinic that will do a range of tests on you. In simple terms it sounds like you’re suffering from what my profession call attention deficit hyperactivity syndrome. There are ways it can be treated or controlled, first we need to be sure.”
“Tests? You mean I’m mental?” I knew my uncle worked in a clinic that handled people with mental problems. “Will they put me in a funny farm if I can’t be cured?”
“No, you’re not mad, so no, you won’t be committed to an asylum.” He smiled. “Yes, you do have a slight mental problem, but it’s a neurological one I think that can be managed, treated, and overcome — but it will mean a big commitment from you and a lot of hard work.” He watched me for a moment. “Are you up for trying? Are you up for achieving your full potential?”
“What the fu … sorry, Uncle Tom.” I shrugged. “I’m a loser as it is. What have I got to lose if I do? When do you want to start?”
“You’ve a hell of a lot to gain, Jas. Okay, I’ll square it with the school.” He grinned. “And cover your playing truant for this time. I’ll make a couple of calls and we should be able to go straight out to get you started on the tests.” He pulled out his mobile. “Pack a bag, some underwear, your jeans or slacks and a few shirts. You’ll be at the clinic for the rest of the week.”
As I climbed into his car a little later I found myself hoping for some miracle that would sort out my schooling problem, and maybe make me the sort of popular person I so envied. There was no way I could know I that my life was about to take a major change of direction. For better or for worse would depend entirely on how you looked at it. It would be fair to say that if I had known exactly how big the change would be — I’d have run for it and stayed dumb.
The clinic turned out to be a rather ordinary looking building in its own grounds and nothing at all like a hospital or a mental asylum. Inside it was almost like a hotel as I passed through the registration, was allocated a private room — luxury, it had it’s own shower and toilet attached — and then met the guy in charge of the process. Before I knew it I was writing all manner of assessments, some dead easy, others much more complex. As soon as I finished one, I was told to take a walk in the grounds, then recalled and given another. We’d arrived at lunchtime, and somewhere along the line we had supper, and then it was bedtime.
I was exhausted and fell asleep almost immediately, even my usual little bit of masturbatory enjoyment was almost too much effort. As usual my daydream revolved around rubber suits and bondage, even though I’d actually experienced neither. It was a delicious little fantasy to picture myself held prisoner in some strange institution for the sexual enjoyment of some rather dishy — and always rubber clad — staff. The daydream gave me a powerful ejaculation rather sooner than I expected, with the result I left a lot of it on the sheets. So what, I thought, I bet I’m not the first …
“Good morning, Jason, I hope you slept well?” The male nurse greeted me after breakfast. “We’ve a lot of tests to get through this morning, so, if you’re ready, we can get you into some clothes that make it easier.” He winked. “For us.”
Uncle Tom patted my shoulder. “See you at lunchtime. Have fun. Ray here will look after you.”
The clothes were similar to the scrubs the medics wore. Loose top, comfortably snug pants and light, but comfortable slippers. The surprise had been a lightweight jockstrap as underwear. Before changing I’d been sent to take a dump and then wash myself with some special wet wipes.
“All done? Great, then we can get going.” Ray smiled. “We’ll start with a full medical. Had one before?”
I shook my head. “No. What’s it need?”
“Nothing dramatic. Heart, lungs, liver, kidneys … we’ll need some blood, take a spit sample and a few other things.” He opened a door. “And here we go. Step on the scales please.”
The examinations were, if anything a lot more interesting, and in one way scary. It began with a range of both medical and physical routines. It was embarrassing and at the same time thrilling to have my genitals examined, especially when they checked my prostate. At fifteen this was my first experience of most of this and I was terrified I’d give myself away somehow, as sexually deviant or something. It was made harder by the presence of the young male nurse who was incredibly attractive, gentle and super exciting when he touched me for any reason. The doctor wasn’t bad either, and the combined male presence and my own fantasies made the examination both a fantastically exciting and terrifying experience.
“Right, that’s it for now,” the doctor announced. “Get some lunch, Ray will collect you again at one-thirty, and we can start on the cranial scans.”
“Cranial scans?” I asked. “What does that mean? X-rays?”
“No, we fit you up with a special sort of helmet — a bit like a space helmet — and look at your brain activity as you look at a range of tests.” He grinned. “You’ll love it. You just have to sit and press buttons.”
He wasn’t wrong about the helmet. It was an amazing device made of plastic, rubber and leather and it encased my head, including my face, completely. A narrow slit allowed me to see, and an opening at my mouth allowed speech and drinking — with a straw — with openings at nose level and tubes in my nostrils making breathing easier.
“Very fetching,” the nurse commented. “Comfortable?”
“Heavy, but it feels okay.” I swallowed. It was actually quite erotic, fitting tightly to my head, and secured in place by some sort of lock, and I hoped the affect this had on my member didn’t show in the snug fit of the scrubs. “What’s it do?”
“It’s a brain scanner. We want to see what’s going inside your head.” He grinned. “What it does is record which parts of your brain are activating when you do something.” He pointed to a screen on the desk. “There you go. The red areas are showing activity, the oranges, yellows and so on show which parts are less active. The cooler the colour, the less activity.”
I looked. The changing patterns were all over the place. “You can track certain thoughts like this?”
“Not thoughts as such, but which parts of the brain are triggered by them or by something that stimulates your senses.” He moved to the door. “Come this way, you need to be in here so we can control the environment and get you focussed on the tasks.”
The room was windowless, painted a restful shade of pink and had a seat rather like a dentists couch at its centre. A second office chair was located behind it at a terminal and the doctor was already seated in it.
“Great, you’re all set and it looks like we’re going to get a good run at it. We’re getting a great signal and image from you.” He waved at the couch. “Make yourself comfortable and relax. Remember this isn’t about passing or failing anything, this is about finding out how we can help you get your head focussed and your potential up and running.”
“Er, okay.” I settled onto the comfortably contoured couch, now very conscious that my arousal must be obvious. “What now?”
“Just relax. I’ll ask you some simple questions, and you just need to answer them so I can see which areas of your brain come into play when you think about the answer or the question.” He hesitated. “Ray is going to fit a heart monitor on your chest.” He chuckled.”It’ll be cold and I can see you’re worrying about something. Don’t, just relax and concentrate on the questions I’m asking. Let’s work on relaxing first. Take some deep breaths and exhale slowly — that’s the way. Think of something you really enjoy. You like sailing? Think of that. Or swimming.”
I concentrated, or tried to. My thoughts were all over the place, so I focussed on getting my breathing right and tried to ignore Ray’s gentle hands as he opened the front of my top, and then carefully positioned the monitor, fixing it in place with an adhesive tape. His gentle touch was electric, and it must have registered, even though I was fighting like mad to relax, to breath slowly and deeply, thinking of anything except how nice his touch was …
“That’s the way. Right, I think we’re ready.” The doctor’s voice was soothing. “Shall we begin?”
“I guess.”
“Great. Now remember, this isn’t a test. You can’t fail it. This is just about figuring out what we can do to help get you up to full potential at school and beyond.” He paused. “Here we go then. A nice easy one. What are your full names?”
Was this a joke? I gave the answer. The next question was just as silly, but it was obviously some sort of pattern or game, so I played along, and soon I was only half listening to the questions and replying, while the rest of my thoughts wandered everywhere. As a result I soon had to ask for a question to be repeated. That brought me back to concentration, but only briefly, and so it went on.
After a short break and a drink, I was back on the couch and now the doctor was reading passages, and then asking me to summarise what I’d heard. As with the previous test, every so often I would miss some key part of the reading because my thoughts had wandered down my own lane and I’d have to say that I couldn’t give a precis´ — or would not realise I’d missed the point and give a precis´ that was wrong or only a partial answer. This seemed to please the doctor.
As the afternoon wore on, and despite regular breaks and changes of the tests, my attention wandered more and more frequently. This was in large part because I was getting very tired.
It was a tremendous relief when the doctor finally said, “I think that’s enough for today. Ray will get you out of that hemet and show you where you can take a swim, or go for a walk.” He stood and stretched. “You’re doing fine, and I’m pretty sure we can help you with this. Go and have some fun. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
The swim certainly helped, but I had to admit I was tired. It had been a very long day — worse than school — and I couldn’t see the point of most of it. Everyone seemed to think I was hiding some fantastic intellect, whereas I knew I was just a clown. Thick as a brick, uncoordinated and saddled with some kinky fantasies thanks to an overactive imagination. My uncle found me just as I hauled myself out of the pool.
“Had a good swim? Doctor Buchholz says he’s really pleased with the results of today’s tests.” He handed me a towel. “I expect you’re tired though.”
I grimaced. “Very. It was pretty tough keeping my concentration — I screwed up several times.”
“You didn’t ‘screw up’. The scans are exactly what Marcus — Doctor Buchholz — needed. He’s really pleased with them and thinks he can find a solution.” He smiled. “Fancy a special meal this evening? I think we can get something as a reward for your performance. What would you fancy?”
“I suppose a nice steak is out of the question?” I grinned. “I’d settle for a special burger actually — and an early night.”
Uncle Tom laughed. “I’ll check on the burger situation, and an early night is probably a very good idea. Tomorrow Henk Kaltwasser wants to run a range of tests while you are physically active to see if that changes your responses.” He dropped his arm across my shoulders. “Come on, you can get dressed and properly dried off while I check on what’s available for supper.”
Supper was great, somehow Uncle Tom had organised the most fantastic steak burger I’d ever eaten. But all the tests had made me tired and I was glad of the excuse to go to bed almost as soon as it was eaten. There was a little surprise waiting on the pillow. The note attached said, ‘Please use these. It saves on the laundry and can prevent your injuring yourself. When you’ve finished with one, tie the neck and drop it into the disposal unit in the bathroom. Have fun. :)’
There was no signature, just the smiley face. Pulling the carton out of the packet, I stared. It was a jumbo carton of condoms, the symbol on the logo was two overlapping circles with an arrow at the two o’clock position. I felt myself blush, but, at the same time, my cock stiffened and made its demand for attention very plain. Feeling a little nervous and with my pulse racing, I read the label, my excitement rising.
‘Ultra-secure condoms.
The Condom for Man to Man Enjoyment
Extra thick latex, tight fit with non-slip grip band.
Stimulating textured interior.
May be used for penetration.’
In bold letters below this it said,
‘Ultra-Secure condoms will not slip off in normal use.
To remove, re-roll the grip band, then slip condom free of penis.’
I turned the sealed carton over carefully in my hands. On the back were simple drawings showing how to put one on, and a second set showing how to take it off again. There was also a drawing showing the ‘internal texture’ and what it was supposed to stimulate.
By now I was leaking precum. Tiredness forgotten, I stripped, opened the carton carefully and extracted a sachet. Trembling in anticipation, I tore it open, took out the condom, noting it wasn’t lubricated, and carefully fitted it over my now rigid glans. Being circumcised meant my glans is permanently exposed, both a blessing and a bit of a curse. The rubber unrolled smoothly down my shaft, tighter than the condoms I’d tried before — usually stolen from my Dad’s supply or traded at school for cigarettes — and the last centimetre was even tighter and seemed to adhere to my shaft.
“Mmmm, wow,” I breathed admiring the gleaming latex coating my now rigid member. I moved very carefully to the bed, every movement seemed to make my cock throb with anticipation. I dared not touch it as I knew that would make me shoot my load instantly. I’d never experienced anything like this before — and I pulled my pole at least twice a day, often more. I almost wept when my cock spontaneously exploded, filling the condom with my hot spunk. For several minutes I just lay there, breathless, and experiencing the most amazing post ejaculation sensations I’d ever had.
My cock softened slowly, but, unlike every condom I’d ever tried, this one remained firmly attached to my cock. Even when I finally slipped off the bed and walked to the bathroom it stayed in place.
“Cool,” I said to my reflection. “This I’m going to do again …” I rolled the grip band free, slipped the condom off my now soft tool, tied the neck and dropped it into the discrete receptacle next to the toilet cistern. Looking down at my slick and still swollen cock, I grinned. “I wonder if I can get a fresh one on like this? Only one way to find out!”
As I quickly discovered, I could get a fresh condom on like this, and now I could really explore the attributes of these things. The second condom followed the first into the disposal unit, and a third replaced it. I eventually went to sleep wearing it after my third cumshot and slept like a log until I woke up to my alarm, with a massive hard-on still sheathed in the condom. A fresh load of cum soon joined the previous night’s last shot, but then I had to hustle to get showered and ready for the day.
I joined my uncle at breakfast still with that happy feeling that follows sex, and I guess it showed, but he just smiled, and asked if I’d slept well.
I grinned. “Brilliant. Wish I could stay here for longer.”
He laughed. “You’ll be here for another three nights, then we’ll have to see. Doctor Buchholz is very pleased with the results so far. He thinks there’s several things will help you get on top of your ADHD, but needs to run more tests to be sure — and even if he does have a solution, it will still be down to you putting in a lot of hard work.” He studied me over his coffee cup. “And a hell of a lot of extra study to make good on what you’ve lost or missed.”
I thought of the fantastic sexual pleasure of the night, and this morning. I could probably cope if that was included. I nodded. “I think I can do it.”
“I know you can, Jas. So I’m going to supervise it. Just one thing though.” He paused. “There may be a side effect to the treatment. Something you have to consider very carefully. It may effect your sexual desires. That can also be dealt with, but it will give you some interesting preferences as you get older.”
“Oh.” I hesitated. I was already pretty kinky if what I’d heard other guys talking about was ‘normal’, and was almost certain I preferred guys to girls, but … I shrugged. “I guess I just have to deal with whatever it is.”
He smiled. “That’s the spirit. Now, better finish your breakfast, I see Ray heading this way and it looks like he’s got your schedule for the day.” He stood. “I’ll see you for lunch I guess. Have fun.”
I cleared my plate and stood as Ray arrived, taking in his physique and the nice bulge in his crotch. “Come to put me in a strait jacket and throw me in a padded cell, Ray?”
“If that’s what you’d like …” He grinned. “But not today. C’mon, Doc Buchholz has some fun lined up for you and we’d best get started.”
The doctor had some ‘fun’ lined up alright, but first I had to put on a sort of leotard.
“It holds a whole raft of sensor pads in place,” Ray explained. “It’s the easiest and most comfortable way for us to measure and sample your hormones. These absorbent pads collect perspiration from under your arms and your crotch. These small processing units measure and record changes of level for several different hormones and your pheromones. They send all this data to our computers which analyse it and match it to changes in your brain as the scan proceeds.”
I stared at the leotard. Already I could feel my cock stiffening. “Er, a bit revealing isn’t it?”
He chuckled. “You can wear your scrubs over it — and don’t worry if you get a bit aroused. It actually helps the analysis.” He handed me the leotard. “Go behind the screen and step into it through the neck. Just one thing. There’s a sleeve and a sort of pocket in the crotch. It’s very important your penis is fully in the sleeve, and that your scrotum is fully inside the pocket. My advice is get your member into the sleeve, and then your scrotum into the pouch. Don’t worry about anything showing, the whole lot is inside a cup that holds all the pads and sensors. Think you can manage that, okay? If you want me to help I’ll have to get your uncle in as a chaperone.”
I blushed crimson. “No. I mean, I’ll manage.” Damn, just the thought of him ‘helping’ me get my cock into this sleeve thing had me hard. I stripped down quickly, then unfolded the leotard and gathered it carefully. It was deceptively thin, but very strong and tight. I got my legs into it, then worked it up to my crotch. My penis was rigid, so getting it into the sleeve should have been easy. Except it wasn’t. I damn near shot a load getting the fine mesh torture material over my swollen ‘head’, and had to take some time out to calm myself down and get my breath back. Getting my balls into the pouch was the next challenge as that had a small opening, but finally I had myself in, and then worked the rest of the leotard onto my torso.
He was right that my erection didn’t show. The ‘cup’ holding all the sensors down there hid it, but instead gave me a rather large and prominent bulge and as it had a tanga style back, left my buttocks on display. Even pulling on the scrubs pants didn’t help. If anything they enhanced my butt and made the crotch bulge even more noticeable. I slipped on the top and stepped out from behind the screen with my cheeks on fire.
“Well done, you managed.” Ray glanced at his terminal screen. Great, you got everything in exactly the right positions as well.” He stood, picking up the ‘helmet’ I’d worn the previous day. “Want to put this on now, or wait until we’re with the Doc?”
With it on, no one would see my flaming cheeks and embarrassment. If I put that thing on now I would shoot a load into all these sensors. I shook my head. “Nah. It can wait.” I gave a weak grin. “Let me have a few minutes of freedom.”
“Freedom?” Ray studied me. “Ah. I get it. Yeah, it is a bit claustrophobic.” He grinned. “Just keep your thoughts on the prize. That First Class Pass and beating the ADHD. Come on, the doc’s waiting, so let’s get going.”
The range of tests alternated the sort of quiz of yesterday with visual stimulation and questions, exercise and quizzes, and as I tired my concentration broke down. By then I’d managed to shoot two loads of cum into the sensors, but it didn’t seem to make any difference. If anyone noticed in their data, they didn’t say anything. It was a real relief when they called it a day early in the afternoon and I could shed the leotard, get my Speedo on and take a swim.
Back in my room, I stretched out on the bed and fell asleep. I awoke with a start from a dream that involved Ray in some way, stark naked and with a magnificent boner to a knock at the door.
“Just a second,” I called, desperately looking for something to put on. I snatched up the jockstrap, managed to get it tangled, untangled it, got it settled then dragged on the scrubs pants, and managed to fasten them before opening the door.
Uncle Tom smiled at my confusion. “You’ve had a nap? Great idea. Can I come in?”
I stepped back. “Of course. Sorry, yeah, it was a rough session today, and I was knackered.”
“I can see that.” He perched on the edge of the bed. “Just thought I’d see how you’re feeling. Marcus Buchholz is really pleased with your tests and thinks we can beat your ADHD and get you right to the top of the class.”
“That’s a relief,” I grinned. “After today’s sessions …” I swallowed feeling my cheeks firing up. “I — er — had a bit of an accident in that leotard thing.”
Uncle Tom nodded. “It bothers you?”
A denial started in my head. Then I shook it. “It does, kinda. I mean, I get excited at all the wrong times and wearing that helmet, and with that leotard, and Ray — the nurse — checking the equipment …”
For a moment Uncle Tom stared out of the window. “I know the feeling. Now listen to me. There’s nothing, nothing at all, ‘wrong’ with feeling like that. There’s a hell of a lot of us do and there’s nothing to be ashamed of, embarrassed about or anything else. Now, we’re here to find a way to beat your ADHD and get you to realise your full potential — you know your IQ level is in the top two percent? I thought you didn’t. Listen, you can be anything you put your mind to, anything at all, and that’s what we’re going to work on. You’re fifteen. In a couple of years you will be old enough to deal with your sexual compass — hell, when I was your age you risked your life even thinking of hugging another guy — and thankfully we’ve grown up. Marcus and his team will help you deal with that too when the time comes.” He stood up. “Now, nephew, you and I and Marcus are going out to dinner, so get yourself smartened up and properly dressed. We leave in half an hour.”
Uncle Tom had chosen a very smart restaurant and it had been a beautifully prepared and presented meal. For me this big surprise had been Doctor Buchholz’s partner, a man a little younger than the doctor — at least in my estimation — who had been bright, funny, gentle with my klutziness, and, it turned out, a talented artist who was also an ADHD sufferer. I learned a lot talking to him and went to bed with a fresh condom fitted to spend a very pleasant half hour daydreaming of being loved by a man … any man, preferably good looking, kind, gentle, and loving …
The remaining time at the clinic passed in a flurry of discussions with Uncle Tom and the doctor, some trial runs with a modified version of the scanning helmet — much lighter, but designed to monitor brain activity and control some areas of it. And in discussing medication to help me over the first phase.
“This is nothing like the old regime which was basically a suppressant for the whole brain. Essentially it slowed everything down, and turned you into a sort of zombie. This new treatment inhibits only some functions — those that generally cause distraction.” Dr Buchholz smiled. “By inhibiting certain hormone receptors, and restricting responses to them we can help you maintain your focus. The medication is combination of hormone suppressant, and a neural block. The neural block means you will have no sensation whatsoever in your crotch. It will essentially be disconnected from your brain making you sexless while the medication is active. The hormone suppressant blocks the production of your sexual hormones and pheromones and blocks your pheromone receptors. It means that you will have zero sexual feelings or thoughts, and the change in your brain chemistry focuses your attention entirely on the task in front of you — nothing will distract you. The downside is that once these inhibitors ease off, you experience a surge, which, if you have a partner, can be very interesting and very pleasant, though it will also mean you are more attracted to your own gender, and may develop some fetish tastes.” He glanced at Uncle Tom. “Until you’re at least a year older than you are now, you, and we, are going to have to manage that very carefully.”
Guessing what he meant, I blushed, my pulse rising. I knew I was more attracted to guys than girls, and I fantasised a lot about being captured and having sex with my captors. “Well I guess I’ll just have to manage solo …”
“Not entirely. We’ll manage your dosage carefully, and make sure you’re properly monitored and supported, but the key part is you. You are going to have to discipline yourself, and accept discipline as well. It isn’t going to be just a case of flicking a switch and everything’s fine. You are going to have to really want to get control of your head. Really want to get your schoolwork up to scratch and really want to succeed. Can you do that?”
I looked at Uncle Tom. “I think so. But I might need someone making sure I do …”
“Count on it.” Uncle Tom smiled. “You’ll stay at my house during the school week from now on, and I’ll supervise your studies after school. I’ve a few little tricks to make sure I know what you should have learned in your lessons.” He tapped the modified helmet. “And this will help you focus during study periods and homework time.”
Chapter 2
I soon settled into the new routine, though I very quickly found out what they meant with the medication. Uncle Tom was strict about it.
“Come on lazybones. Out of bed and into that shower.” Uncle Tom stood at the foot of my bed. “No shirking! Hand off cock — you can take care of that while you take a dump.” He grinned as I groaned, and pushed the duvet aside.
“I’m up!” I’d taken to sleeping naked, but always had one of the Ultra Secures sheathing my member now when I slept. It saved waking up in a pool of my own spunk. I stood up and stretched showing off my erection. “As you can see.”
“Cheeky. One day you’ll have a partner who will take control of that part of you. I’ll be back to supervise your pessary as soon as you’ve showered.”
I enjoyed a good hand fuck as I took my dump, then showered, and emerged towelling myself. Uncle Tom tapped at the door, the pessary in its applicator in his hand.
“Here you go,” he smiled. This was now a daily routine. He handed me the applicator with the pessary and then watched as I inserted it with one leg raised and on the bed.
In this position I could guide the applicator into position at my butt, push the thing deep inside me and push the plunger. That expelled the rather large pessary from the applicator and left it inside me. Withdrawing the now empty applicator I smiled. “It feels good when I put that in — I hope having someone fuck me is that good.”
“You can count on it,” He said, taking the applicator. “Breakfast in half an hour. Make sure you have the things you need for today’s timetable in your bag when you come down.”
“Yes, sir, Uncle Tom,” I said, sketching a salute.
The pessary had an interesting affect on my system. Usually within five minutes my cock was limp and without any feeling at all. It wasn’t just ‘numb’ it was as it it wasn’t there at all. My cock, my balls, even my perineum were completely dead to any sensation. By the time I got to school at a quarter to eight — my uncle’s house was only ten minutes from the school on my bike — my mind was sharp and focussed. If someone spoke to me, I heard only them, and had total recall of what they said. And this applied in classes as well.
Within a few weeks I was up to date on all the classwork for the quarter, and catching up on the work I’d missed. Extra tuition also helped, especially with the helmet countering distraction signals in my head. It was a little weird doing my homework every afternoon wearing the helmet and actually replaying lessons — Uncle Tom had installed mini-recorders on my school clothes — so everything in all my classes was recorded. Useful since I could now get a replay, and if it still didn’t make sense, ask my uncle or his partner, or go back to the teacher and ask for clarification. The difficult part was that the effects of the pessary wore off … By suppertime I was so randy I was going out of my skull. And to make matters worse, where my fantasies had been kinky before, now they were beyond the even categorising as fetish.
But the upside was that I was now a ‘model’ student at school. I’d become a ‘swot’, able to repeat lessons, and even grasp the principles of some subjects at almost scary levels, but I was actually enjoying classes that had, not long before, been a nightmare. It made a hell of a difference to me to not be facing a caning at every turn. The downside was the weekends. They just didn’t work. So, just after my sixteenth it was decided that I would live permanently with my uncle. It made it much easier for my regular visits to the clinic as well.
There was another side effect of the medication, one that only became really apparent as puberty advanced. My penis grew both longer and thicker and it didn’t shrink much when soft. Erect, it was spectacular, and almost my entire focus. It made a solid bulge in my crotch, attracting envy from some guys when we did physical training or swimming — but, as far as I was concerned during school hours, it didn’t exist. That too caused a few problems
“I think you’ll be much more comfortable with us,” Dennis, Tom’s partner, remarked as I settled the last of my possessions into my room. He’d helped me carry them in from the car.
“I know it, Uncle Den.” I grinned. “Mum couldn’t handle my night activity, and Dad … He hated it, but pretended it wasn’t happening — unless he’d had a drink. Then he’d stand in the door watching me and making comments …”
He laughed. “Yeah, it’s tricky living with a sex maniac. How’s your condom supply?”
“Just got a new stock.” I showed him the wrapped cartons, some nights I used several condoms, and usually another before the pessary kicked in in the morning. “The clinic sent another thousand with my pessaries. I think I’m growing though, they seem to be getting a lot tighter lately.”
“Hmm, better mention that at your next appointment. Sometimes the pessaries have that effect.” Turning to go, he said, “Come down when you’re finished unpacking, we’ve some cake and biscuits for tea and Tom will be home soon.”
“Thanks, I will.” Waiting until he’d descended the stairs, I walked to my bathroom, and eased my jeans and then my thong to the floor. My cock, released, jumped to attention. “And you’d better behave,” I told it, then opened a sachet and carefully sheathed my penis in a fresh condom. “Bugger, you are getting bigger,” I added as I returned my tanga to place and pulled my jeans back on. Initially I’d loved the thought of having a big, thick and long cock, now I wasn’t so sure. Doc Buchholz had been reassuring, saying it would stop once I reached the end of puberty, but that was at least two and maybe more years off …
“All packed?” Uncle Tom asked from the door of my room. A whole year had basically flown past. My eighteenth birthday only days behind me, I’d managed to achieve First Class Honours in my year end exams and now had a boyfriend. I’d grown taller, and under my uncle’s partner’s tutelage, developed physically. I now had a respectable physique, which was just as well, because a side effect of the daily medication had been the development of my genitals. My cock was impressive slack, hard it was a bit of a monster, and my scrotum matched it. “Tim rang, he’s on his way over.”
“Yup, all set. I’m glad Tim is going to be there while I’m tested.” I was looking forward to this. Tim was two years older than me, very supportive and studying for a degree in biochemistry. We’d met when Tom and Dennis hired him to help with my schedule in my last six months at school, and we’d hit it off immediately. Two weeks at the clinic while they carried out a new round of tests and an experimental procedure they thought would reduce the need for the pessaries would be the first time we’d actually spent time ‘living’ under the same roof, and the clinic had agreed to allow us to share a room. I grinned. “The pessary has kicked in, but I’m condomed up just in case.”
Tom laughed. “Precautionary measures, huh? Okay, let’s get going, you don’t want to keep Tim waiting any longer than necessary.”
In fact he was already at our gate. I dumped my bag in the boot, grabbed his and added it to mine, then kissed him on the cheek. “Thanks for coming with me, Tim. I just hope I’m not too much to take on this — you haven’t seen me after the control med has worn off.”
Returning the kiss, he grinned. “No, but I’m hoping it’s worse than Tom says it is.” Slipping into the seat next to me, he asked, “Have you been dosed today?”
I nodded. “Yeah, or I wouldn’t be here.” Meeting his gaze, I said, “For the next twelve hours everything down below is dead. I can’t feel it, it doesn’t respond to any stimulus, and you could perform a sex act right in front of me and it won’t register, or even interest me.”
“Wow. It sounds bad.”
I laughed. “Actually it isn’t — but in twelve hours time you’ll be dealing with an insatiable sex maniac.” I took his hand as Tom backed the car into the street. “I hope you can cope with it.”
He grinned, then kissed my cheek. “I plan to make damn sure I can.”
Ray smiled as I entered the examination suite. “Good to see you. Gosh, you’ve certainly grown.” He indicated the screens I remembered from my last visit around six months earlier — a regular visit since my first nearly three years before. “I’m afraid it’s the leotard again. Change behind the screen.”
I grinned. “Okay. Is it like the last time?”
“Exactly the same. Want some scrubs to wear over it?”
I laughed. “Only if I must. The pessaries are effective. I could walk naked through a public park and feel nothing. Even if someone tried to make love to me it wouldn’t register.”
“That’s good.” He smiled. “Just so you know, I’m on the same pessaries, so I’m also sexually ‘off’. I’m like you, and so are several of the other staff here. We’re all hoping that the doctor’s latest treatment works as it’ll give us all the chance to be a little less Jeckel and Hyde.” He began to enter details at the terminal. “Give me a shout when you’re ready.”
Deep in thought I stripped, then picked up the leotard. It felt heavier than I remembered. It was also more like latex than cloth. I worked my way into it carefully, struggling a bit with the sheath as my penis was completely soft, and though ‘meaty’, difficult to insert into the sheath. Finally I succeeded, pulled the rest of the leotard into place and adjusted it. It was tight, and it almost felt as if it was adhering to me the fit was so close.
Ray looked up as I stepped into view. “Great, come over here so I can fit you into the scanning helmet and we’re good to go.” He grinned. “Just as well you’ve got your hair trimmed short as well. This one is going to be a tight fit.”
The helmet was different. It fully enclosed my head in a hard moulded rubber with just a slit, covered by a tinted plastic, for my eyes. Tubes in my nostrils facilitated breathing, and a sort of diaphragm framed a nipple which would allow me to be given liquids. My speech was transmitted by a tiny microphone to the ‘diaphragm’ which I now recognised as a speaker. Ray explained it would record every word I spoke and every sound I made, important, he said, because it was part of my response. The thing was heavy, and tight fitting and not a little claustrophobic.
“There, now you’re ready, Jason.” Ray finished locking the helmet into place. “Yes, everything is functioning perfectly. How’s it feel?”
“Scary.” My voice sounded mechanical. I had a thought. “Can you get my friend, Tim, in? Can he see me like this? Please?”
“I don’t see why not. Where is he?”
“Having coffee with my uncle I think. On the terrace.”
“Okay, I’ll page him.” He entered something in his terminal. “Yup. He’s on his way. I’ll tell the doctor you’ll be a couple more minutes.” He chuckled. “The data will be useful anyway.”
He walked to the inner door I knew led to the testing room just as the suite door opened and Tim peered round it. He stared as I turned.
“Jas? Is that you?”
I nodded. “Like it? I’m going to be like this the rest of the day, I think.”
“Wow,” he breathed. “Fuck, but you look … it looks … Oh fuck it, that is the sexiest thing I’ve ever imagined. What’s it like?”
“Tight. Heavy.” I shrugged. “That goes for the outfit as well.”
Ray was back. “Okay, you must be Tim?”
“Yes,” Tim replied. “Is Jas going to be in that until later?”
“We’ll let him out at lunchtime,” Ray replied, grinning. “For a while anyway. Right now the Doctor’s waiting. Come on, Jason, I think Tim needs to explore the swimming pool, or the gardens …”
Tim blushed, and I noticed the spreading damp patch at the peak of the tent in his trousers. Under the blocking effect of the suppressant pessary, it failed to register in my thoughts that Tim had found my appearance sexually overpowering. In fact, now the pessary was doing its work, sex didn’t register in my thoughts at all.
“See you later, Tim,” I said, and followed Ray into the examination room.
Doctor Buchholz greeted me. “Looks like all the sensors are functioning perfectly, Jason. Sit down and make yourself comfortable on the couch, please. Ray will strap you down for our first run of tests.” He watched as I settled onto the couch and Ray began to fasten the web of straps over my torso, legs and arms. “Today’s tests are going to map your mental responses to a range of things — you’ll remember our first sessions. It’ll be an advance on those. Once I have everything mapped, we will begin the new process which uses the principle of redirecting thought impulses so your brain learns to create different pathways and centres.”
I’d have nodded, except that my head was rigidly fixed in place by a sort of harness. “Yes, doctor.”
“Excellent, then here we go.” He began by running through the same simple questions he’d asked in the first session I’d endured now a little over a year ago.
In my controlled state I answered almost mechanically. Gradually the questions became more complex, requiring me to think deeply and describe emotions, sensations and finally a sexual fantasy. That was probably the easiest, since I was basically describing my current position — without the complete suppression of sexual desire or sensation. Time sort of slipped by until, the doctor announced we could break for lunch.
Ray released me, and helped me stand. “Feeling alright? Come with me and we’ll get that helmet off so you can go and eat.”
“I was just beginning to get used to being in it.” He removed it gently and I grinned. “Now I feel naked.”
Ray laughed. “I know what you mean. I love wearing a restrictive hood or helmet myself.” He smiled. “Better not tease your friend though, I think he needed a change of slacks at least earlier.” Pausing, he asked, “Want some scrubs pants? You’ll need some slip-ons for your feet.”
“I suppose I better have some pants. This outfit doesn’t bother me, but it might be a bit of a problem for others.”
Tim and my uncle were waiting when I joined them in the anteroom lounge to the restaurant. “Had a good morning?” I asked.
Tim blushed. “Yeah. Tom showed me round and explained a lot to me. I’m going to be doing some control recordings for them this afternoon.” He grinned. “Rigged up like you.”
“You’ll love it,” I replied. “Will you be getting a pessary as well?”
“No,” Uncle Tom said. “He’s a control, so they need him fully responsive.” He stood. “Shall we eat?”
“I’m famished,” I replied. “But I’m only supposed to eat the stuff Doc Buchholz has ordered. I hope it’s enough.”
Hand in hand with Tim, I followed my uncle to a table and found that Tim was getting exactly what I did. My uncle smiled, “He’s getting the tests you had this morning, so they want him to eat the same things you are.”
Tim laughed. “I had to give them the full list of exactly what I ate for breakfast, and then what I had for morning coffee with Tom.”
That explained why I’d been fed, through the drinking nipple, something that tasted very like coffee flavoured by a custard pastry. “Sounds pretty strict.” I looked at my lunch, a salad with strips of chicken and a mild dressing, with fruit for dessert, and an isotonic type drink. “But this looks good. Let’s eat.”
It was good, but all too soon Ray was there to fetch me, and a second nurse accompanied him to get Tim rigged up for his tests. In the preparation room of Doctor Buchholz’ suite I grinned as Steve, the new nurse, told Tim how to get into the leotard and steered him behind the screens.
“Helmet time,” Ray said to me, as I shed the pants.
“Yes, sir,” I quipped and dropped the scrubs trousers to the floor, picked them up and folded them over the chair. “Ready, sir!”
Ray laughed. “Okay, same as this morning, here it comes.”
He finished securing it as Tim merged from behind the screens looking sheepish in the tight leotard. He stopped and stared at me, colour rising, and I guessed he’d shot another load. “Um, I’m going to be wearing something like that as well?”
“Yes,” Steve replied. “Sit here so I can fit it on you.”
The afternoon, for me, was a lot less work. I spent most of it looking at images appearing in the ‘visor’ — the tinted strip covering the eye slit in my helmet — and pressing a key pad to record my responses to various stimulations they told me were being made to my brain through the helmet. It was boring, even when they showed blatantly sexual images, as the suppression of my sexual desires, and my sharpened focus, meant that I was entirely unresponsive to the sexual images, and ignored the irrelevant details randomly inserted into the stream of images that were my main focus.
Two hours passed rapidly, and then Ray was ushering me back to the preparation room.
“Well done, tomorrow we can start on testing the new system.” He freed me from the helmet. “You can change out of the leotard — just leave it on the hangar, I’ll take care of it.”
“Thanks.” I glanced behind the screen, noting Tim’s clothes were still there. “Is Tim going to be much longer?”
Ray checked his terminal. “Looks like they’ll be at least another half hour. Get changed. You can wait here for him if you like.”
“I like.” I grinned. “I want to get a good look at him in this outfit — especially with the helmet. I want to remember it tonight when I go into sexual overdrive.”
“Just remember he’ll be pretty tired after this.” He laughed. “He hasn’t had his sex organs shut down, or his sexual desires the way ours are, so he’s having a pretty intense time I should think.”
Chapter 3
Tim emerged from Doctor Buchholz’s examination room looking like a fetishists dream. With my sexual desires shutdown, I simply recorded the fact his leotard was skintight, the shiny rubbery material almost painted onto his physique. The helmet encasing his head was grotesque, yet beautiful. In a sense it removed his personality, but it also enhanced his sexual vulnerability. My eye took in the fact his crotch appeared to be wet, and the material coated in spunk.
I smiled as he emerged from the helmet. “How do you feel, my love? Did you enjoy it?”
“Knackered,” he replied. “Fuck, that was intense.” He flushed. “I couldn’t fucking stop myself … I don’t know how many times …”
“You were perfect, Tim. And it was five,” Steve said, putting aside the helmet he’d removed from Tim. “Doc B is really pleased with the data we got. Now you better get out of the leotard and let Jason take you up to your room.”
I waited while he extracted himself from the leotard, made himself less sticky and then dressed. He emerged grinning. “I think I need a swim to cool down. How about it?”
“Fine by me,” I replied, missing the inference that he hoped I might be keen to engage in some sexual activity. That part of my brain was still shut down — and would be for at least another hour. “Come on, we can change in the room.”
In the room, Tim sat on the bed and watched as I stripped. “Um, Jas, can I check something?”
“Sure. What do you want to check?”
He stood. “Can I ..? I mean, are you really ..? Is there absolutely no feeling ..?”
I worked out what he meant. “You mean my cock? No, there’s nothing. It’s completely dead. I can’t feel anything — not even if something touches it. Same for my balls and the bit between my legs. It’s not there as far as my brain is concerned. There’s nothing there at all.”
“Shit. Can I ..?”
I shrugged. “Go ahead. It doesn’t exist for me until the pessary wears off.”
He stepped closer and grasped my tool. “You can’t feel this?”
I shook my head. “No. Nothing.” I smiled. “It’s not there. It doesn’t exist while the pessary is active. I have no sexual desires and no sexual interest while the pessary is working.” I paused. “When I have a pessary in me, I have no sex, no sex organs, and no sexual hormones. The pessaries last about twelve to fifteen hours, so from about six in the evening, I start to get everything back. By nine I’m so randy …”
He dropped to his knees and took my cock into his mouth. I looked down and could see he was really giving my cock a good work over, but I felt nothing, and watched with detached interest as he really put an effort into trying to get me aroused. I stopped him.
“Let’s have that swim, love. In an hour or so the pessary will be wearing off. Then, I promise you, I will give you everything you want. I’ll be all yours for whatever you want to do.” I paused. “Are you sure you want to share a room and the bed? Once the pessary wears off I’m an absolute sex maniac …”
He looked up and smiled. “Tom told me, and Steve warned me … I came with you so I could sleep with you. I want to be your relief when you need it …” He grinned. “Maybe we can explore some of the more kinky stuff? Like being tied up, or strapped down?”
“If that’s what you want, it’ll be great.” I lifted him to his feet. “Now let’s swim.”
The swim helped both of us. I wanted to give him what he wanted, and he wanted me to enjoy it, so we swam, and enjoyed that. Supper was, again, something prescribed and so was our drink, then we went to bed. The pessary hadn’t quite left me, but my libido was surging and I could feel and sense my genitals as I stripped. Where earlier my cock had hung fat and limp, now it was hard and long. Tim had not seen me in this state before, and now his mouth formed a silent O as he admired my erection.
“May I…;” he asked softly.
“Help yourself.lover,” I whispered, “but I warn you it’s going to be midnight at least before I stop wanting my cock worked — and even then I have to sleep wearing a condom because I get wet dreams all night.”
His mouth caressed my shaft. “And I want all of it, Jason. All of it.” His mouth engulfed my glans and he set to work. By the time he brought me to my first cumshot, the effects of the pessary were history. An hour later he’d brought me off four more times, and his face, his hair and his chest were covered in my cum.
He stared at my cock as it hardened up again. “Fuck, Jas, you are insatiable.”
I groaned. “I warned you …”
“How do you cope alone?”
“I use my hand, lots of condoms, and a milker …”
He paused, staring at my now rigid member. “Okay, I’ve never done this before, but I want you to fuck me. Put yourself into my hole and keep it there as long as you need to. Use me as your milker.”
“If you’re sure …”
“I’m sure.” He positioned himself on his side. “Go on, plug me.”
He was tight, and I felt him wince as my hefty cock stretched his muscle. I put my arms round him and held him tight while he got used to it, fighting down my own urge until he was comfortable, then, as gently as I could, I fucked him. It was fantastic, especially when he began to push back against my thrusts, and used his muscle to grip my cock. I shot a load deep inside, the first of several.
When My cock finally softened sufficiently to slip free of him, I rolled him on his back, and smothered him with kisses — then I gave him the best fellatio I could. Curling into his embrace later, my cock now sheathed, I drifted toward sleep.
Kissing my neck, he whispered, “Thanks, Jas.” He chuckled. “I’m your sperm bank, and I love it. Make a deposit anytime!”
“No, love, thank you. I don’t know how you took it.” I pressed myself against his naked crotch. “And if you want to fuck me … I’m all yours.”
It was the best night’s sleep I’d had in a long time, even though I dreamed almost continuously. The best bit was waking up to the sensation of Tim’s erection pressed against my back, and the warmth of his body against mine. My hand found his member.
“Mmm, that feels ripe.” I moved slightly and guided him between my butt cheeks. “Put it into me, Tim. I owe it to you.”
“You sure?” Tim’s lips found my cheek and he kissed. “You’re due to get your pessary soon, won’t it be a problem?”
“Doubt it, and right now, you’re there, I’m here, and I want it …”
“I’ll probably cum as soon as I try,” he murmured. “Oh fuck, I want to … Okay, Jas, here goes.”
“Take it slow, love. Once you’re in, stop, and take your time.” I felt the pressure against my sphincter and forced myself to relax the muscles as he pushed. My hole opened with the pressure, and suddenly he was inside me. It felt a bit like having the pessary applicator, but infinitely better. “Just rest there for a bit love. Get used to the feelings …”
“Mmm, oh fuck, it feels fantastic …” He gripped me tight and I could feel his tension. “It’s better then I dreamed …”
Reaching behind me, I pulled him against me clumsily. “And I’m going to insist on you doing this at least once a day.”
“You got it …” He pushed deeper and began, slowly, to thrust his hips.
It felt great, and I countered his movements so he really got the depth I wanted. All too soon though, he shot his load, his cock jerking inside me as he emptied his balls. To my surprise, my own cock erupted in my cum filled condom in sympathy.
“Wow,” I gasped as we lay still waiting for the sensations to subside. “I’m definitely going to want that again.”
He chuckled. “So do I!”
We started as someone knocked at the door. “Who is it?” I called.
“Pessary time,” Uncle Tom replied. “Can I come in?”
“Sure,” Tim called, his cock slipping free of my hole.
Uncle Tom entered, smiling. “Looks like I interrupted you, but Jas has to get his pessary at six every morning — give or take a couple of minutes.”
We laughed. “I just had my first fuck — and I’m full of Tim’s spunk. Maybe he should put the pessary into me.” I slid out of bed, the full condom obvious. “Better show him what to do, Tom. I think he earned the right.”
“You had a busy night, obviously.” Tom studied me for a moment. “Okay. But you’ve just been fucked? That might affect the pessary …” He shrugged. “Well, only one way to find out. Here you go, Tim. You have to insert it fully to this collar. Then you push the plunger fully in. Once that’s done, you withdraw the applicator.” He paused. “Think you can do it?”
Tim took the thing from him. “Seems simple enough. Just like my favourite dildo vibrator. Oh, it’s lubed as well. Yeah, no problem.”
I knelt on the bed and presented my butt. “Then hit me with it, lover.”
“Here it comes.” Tim knew what he was doing. I made a note to find out about his ‘favourite’ dildo as the applicator slid into me and then withdrew. “You’re loaded, Jas. Tell me what it feels like as it kicks in.”
Getting off the bed, I stood facing him. “You really want to know? Okay, it starts with a sort of tingle … Funny, it’s starting already …” I frowned. “It usually takes a few minutes to start.” I swallowed. “Then, I sort of go numb, and everything just sort of — um — ‘vanishes’ from my awareness.” I paused, it was all happening a lot faster this time. “I … It’s taken affect.”
Tim reached down and fondled my cock, his own showing arousal. “Can you feel that?”
“Feel what?” I smiled at him. I was starting to feel detached. My voice seemed to be coming from someone else. “There’s nothing down there now, Tim. Nothing at all.”
Tom stepped forward, his expression concerned. “Jason, are you alright? What do you feel?”
“Nothing. I feel nothing.” It was rather frightening. I was standing there, but my body didn’t seem to belong to me. I wanted to move, but couldn’t seem to know why or where to.
“Take him to the shower, Tim. I’ll call Dr Buchholz. They’ll know what to do.”
“Come on, Jason. We’ll shower.” Tim took my hand. I was aware of it, but in a detached way. “Walk with me.”
“Yes, Tim.” I felt my body start to move and found myself walking with him into the bathroom.
He showered me, washing me carefully, then joined me and showered himself. Drying us both, he led me once more into the bedroom where Dr Buchholz and Ray were waiting.
“This is unexpected.” Dr Buchholz said as I stood in front of him. “Jason, can you not initiate your own movements?”
“No, Doctor.”
“Fit the helmet to him, Ray. I need to see what is going on.” He turned to Tim. “You had sex just before he got his pessary?”
“Yes, Doctor,” I heard Tim say. “He wanted it — we both did.”
Ray finished fitting the helmet to me and began to fit me into a rubber suit that had the same sensors and features of the leotard I often wore. “He’s rigged up, Doc. The scan is functioning and recording.”
Opening his laptop, Dr Buchholz entered his password. “Hmm. Yes, interesting. It seems his brain has shut down his elective function areas.” He looked at me. “Jason, walk to the door.”
I felt my legs start to move and took several steps toward the door.
“Jason, stop.” I heard the doctor saying something to my uncle about my being in a similar state to that of a person under hypnotic control. Behind me a discussion started up and lasted several minutes.
“Excuse me,” I heard Tim say, his voice sharp. “As I’m partly responsible for Jas being like this, I want to experience the same. I want to have one of these pessaries inserted, and I want to be with him and see what he goes through.”
There was a silence, then the doctor asked, “Have you … did he impregnate you in the last few hours?”
“Yes.” Tim’s voice was firm. I heard him laughed. “I’m basically his sperm bank, so if it affects me the same way, we’ll know — and I’ll share his situation.”
“There’s merit in doing it,” Dr Buchholz replied. “But I think we need to get you dressed first. Then we can record exactly how it affects you.”
I watched as Ray departed, and returned a few minutes later with another of the heavy rubber suits and the brain scan helmet identical to the one encasing my head. I wanted to turn around and watch them dress Tim, but couldn’t. Then I heard Tim ask them to turn me to watch and I felt a surge of emotion.
“Jason, turn around and face Timothy.”
I felt myself obey, my feet moving until I faced my friend, lover …
Tim smiled. “Jason, I hope you can hear us and understand. I’m getting a pessary and we are going to work through this together.” He grinned. “Whatever happens, I want to go through exactly what is happening to you, my love.”
Again, I felt some response, but then watched as he was inserted into the heavy rubber suit, which I could now see was actually a sort of strait jacket. He blew me a kiss as his head vanished into the helmet, and then Ray was inserting the pessary applicator …
For a few minutes nothing happened, then I heard Tim say, “It’s starting I think. Oh fuck. I can’t feel anything down below any longer. “
“Yes, your scan shows the changes in cranial activity … wait, what are you feeling now?”
“Weird, like my arms and legs are not part of me … I can’t move …” Tim stopped.
“This is remarkable.” Dr Buchholz peered at his screen. “Ray, do you recall the original trials? I think we had something similar in those recordings. Find them please.” He straightened up. “Now, Jason and Timothy, I know you can both hear and understand me — your cranial responses indicate that — so I want you to listen very carefully. You have entered a state similar to what is popularly called a ‘zombie’. It won’t last, and I expect you will both be back to normal this evening at the very latest. Until then, I want to learn as much as we can about why it has happened. Will you let us do some more tests on you? Just think something positive and happy if you agree — it will show on the scan.”
I concentrated, thinking about the fantastic feeling of being joined to Tim, of holding him, of the feel of him against me …
“Thank you, Jason — and you, Timothy. Now we’ll go to the laboratory. Tom, open the door please. Jason, turn around and walk through the door, turn right in the passage and stop.”
I felt my legs obey, and found myself in the passage. A moment later, Tim joined me, then Dr Buchholz ordered us to walk along the corridor and enter the lift. It was a weird experience, to find ourselves walking, following directions, but totally unable to initiate these on our own, or to actually sense any part of our anatomy. We marched, or perhaps ‘lurched’ through the corridor and into a lab I’d not seen before. Ray and Steve met us, and very shortly Tim and I were strapped into seats that resembled a sort of bondage ‘throne’ and then the tests began.
Time became meaningless, but, curiously, we were both receiving instruction in a wide range of subjects, and being tested for retention of information though we weren’t aware of the latter part.
Gradually I became aware of the fact there was a dildo in my anus, and that my penis was encased in some sort of milking device. I assembled my thoughts. “Er, doctor ..?”
“Yes, Jason?” The doctor moved into view. “What can you feel?”
“Er, that I have an erection and something seems to be milking me — and there’s a big dildo in my butt.”
“Excellent. Yes, you have both of those. What else can you tell me about your situation?”
“That I’m strapped to this chair and can’t move. And I can feel my legs, arms and everything else, but I’m in a strait jacket and helpless.” I paused. “How’s Tim?”
“Next to you and as helpless, though he is only now starting to reconnect to his body.” He chuckled. “I think we’ve all learned a great deal thanks to you two.” He moved to where Tim sat. “Can you respond, Timothy? Are you regaining control?”
“Yesh, Doctor. I shink sho.” Tim cleared his throat. “Fuck, this is intense.” He paused. “I’m starting to feel my body again.” He chuckled. “And the dildo up my butt, not to mention this thing doing very nice things to a part of me that wants more …”
Dr Buchholz consulted his terminals. “Yes, it looks as if you’re both back to normal.” He sounded relieved. “Okay, Ray and Steve will get you out of the chairs, and take you back to your room.” He paused. “We’ll let you have tomorrow as time out — but, and this is important — if you have anal sex tonight make sure you are wearing condoms. We need to adjust the formula in the pessaries, so, until then … enjoy yourselves, but in a condom.”
“Okay.” I replied for both of us as Ray began to withdraw the dildo and then remove the milking tube. He helped me to stand and get my balance, then began to remove the helmet. “Can you fit me with a bondage style hood please?” I asked half expecting a refusal. “I’ve developed quite a liking for being restrained like this.”
To my surprise, the doctor consented. “Ah, yes, the reinforcing effect. You had a taste for bondage?”
“Yeah. A fantasy from my ‘bad old days’, I used to dream of being abducted, and kept in restraints for sex …”
“Ah. Not uncommon for those who suffer your syndrome.” Turning to Ray he smiled. “Not so, Ray?”
“Favourite fantasy — and now my reality when my lover wants it,” Ray replied with a laugh. “I think we have just the thing for Jason. I’ll fetch it.”
He rummaged in a cupboard and produced two bondage hoods of thick latex. “I think these will fit. Do you both want to be hooded?”
“Yes,” said Tim as I glanced at him. “I love being hooded and restrained.”
Ray fitted the tight rubber hood mask on me and then to Tim.
“Happy now?” he asked. “Come on then, after being immobilised for this long, Steve and I will have to help you back to your room.”
He was right. We were both stiff, and still in the heavy rubber strait jacket ‘suits’, not very steady as we walked. At the door Ray grinned and asked, “Okay, which one of you do I release an arm for? Or do you both want to spend the night helpless and hungry?”
I got in first. “Free Tim’s arms so he can release me — if he wants to.”
Chapter 4
Tim took his time getting his arms free of the Strait jacket and then peeling the suit. I watched, my libido soaring, as he emerged, his erection tantalising. To my surprise and pleasure he kept the hood on as he carefully gathered the suit he’d taken off, examined it and then placed it neatly in the wardrobe. Finally, he turned to me and grinned.
“I’ve half a mind to keep you like that,” he teased. “Feeling a little randy perhaps?”
“You know it,” I replied. “And I want your member inside me for starters — but condomed up, please. I don’t want to spend the night in that zombie state as well.”
He wrapped his arms round me. “Neither do I, love.” Our mouths met in a prolonged kiss. “I’m glad I did it though. The complete detachment of my cock was the weirdest thing I’ve ever experienced. You’ve had that every day for how long?”
“Almost four years.” I shrugged. “I’ve got used to it now, but I must admit it helps me get my head straight and keeps me from getting totally distracted.” The feel of his arms through the rubber, and the warmth of his body pressed to mine was wonderful. “Tim,” I said, tentatively, “Can I ask you something very personal?”
“Of course.” He kissed my rubber covered forehead. “Anything.”
“Is this ‘love’? Are we in love do you think? It’s so difficult to know when most of the time I can’t feel anything sexually, and when I’m here with you … I don’t know if it’s just my crazy hormones or something else.” I swallowed. “I don’t want you to think I’m just having sex with you, and I don’t know if what I feel about you is anything else …”
“Is that all?” He hugged me and his mouth found mine for a gentle kiss. “I know what I feel about you, and it’s love. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t, and I wouldn’t have asked to have one of those pessaries put into me if I didn’t love you.” He kissed me again. “From the first time I met you I felt something, and it’s got stronger in the timeI’ve known you.” He laughed. “I can’t tell you how often I wanted to get into bed with you, but wanted to make sure we both felt the same. Now I know. Yes, I love you, yes, I want to be with you, and right now, more than anything else, I want to give you whatever you want from me …”
Tears pricked my eyes. “Then put a condom on and fuck me. As I am. Restrained, and my cock out of reach.”
“Your wish is my command,” he said, putting me in position, then carefully detached the pouch confining my cock and balls and the strap that had covered my anus. Deftly he slipped a condom onto my erection, then kissed me. “Don’t go away now.” He got busy behind me and I heard the condom as it unrolled. “Ready, love?”
“Always, Tim.” I sighed. “Mmmm, that feeeeeelllssss — ooh! Yesssss! Thank you …”
Slowly and carefully he began to fuck, his rigid cock massaging my prostate felt fantastic. His hand found my rigid pole in its rubber sheath and caressed it gently, increasing my pleasure. All too soon, I felt his ejaculation. He stopped the thrusting and just held me, his cock filling my hole as it throbbed and pulsed.
“Don’t withdraw, my love! Stay there. In a few minutes you’ll harden up again and can keep going,” I told him over my shoulder as I tightened my sphincter around his cock. I giggled. “After a session like today’s I think we’ll be so horny we won’t get much sleep.”
“Shouldn’t I change condoms? If this one leaks or ruptures …”
“Let it. I’ll be your zombie if it does.” I gripped his cock with my muscle. “Besides, these condoms are extra thick. I doubt we could tear one. And it usually holds my night discharges with no problem.”
I was right, and we fucked like this for a little over an hour, by which time he’d brought me to a climax four times, and shot his own loads at least as often. He pulled his cock out of me finally, then rolled me on my back.
“I’m starving, and I’m exhausted.” He grinned. “Think we can get room service?”
Returning his kiss, I smiled. “We could ask, but I doubt we can get into the restaurant like this.”
“Then I’ll ask.” Tim reached for the internal phone. “Bloody hell, I’m hard again already …”
He was, and so was I. His condom, like mine, full of his cum, but still firmly gripped to his shaft.
“Then get that condom off and let me give it some oral while you get supper …”
“With pleasure,” he said, his hands busy. The condom released, his cock emerged coated in his spunk.
“Mmm, put it in my mouth, please. Don’t waste that gorgeous cum …” I moved so that my mouth was closer to him, the scent of his spunk filling my nose and invading my senses. “Mmmm,” I managed as my tongue found his organ and I tasted his issue, then my mouth was full of his gorgeous tool and I set to work.
At some point we changed positions, because he was busy giving me head when a knock at the door announced the delivery of our supper. Steve brought in the tray, took in my being still encased in the strait jacket and hood, and Tim’s just having brought me off and savouring my latest cum shot, and laughed. “Making up for lost time? Here’s your supper. Make sure you both eat everything, the Doc says you need it.” He paused. “And to tell you that you’ll both get pessaries in the morning, but can look forward to a day entirely to yourselves.” He winked. “Enjoy it.”
Tim grinned. “We will. Pessaries or no pessaries.” Steve closed the door gently and Tim pulled the food closer. “Want me to free you so you can eat?”
“No.” I smiled. “Will you feed me? Please? Then fuck me again?”
Uncle Tom found us still asleep in the morning, with my sheathed cock still inside Tim. Gently he woke us.
“Time for the pessaries, boys.” He smiled. “Did either of you get any sleep last night?”
We laughed. “Some,” I said, very aware of Tim’s sphincter gripping my erection and his reluctance to allow me to withdraw.
“Oh well, you’ll have a quiet day today — as long as you both wore condoms.”
We chorussed our confirmation of that, and Tim showed off his engorged and inflated sheath.
“Right,” said Uncle Tom. “Well, here are your pessaries. This one for Tim, and this one for you, Jason. I’ll be back in ten minutes to monitor your inserting them.” He grinned. “Be ready when I get back.”
As the door shut behind him, Tim said, “What are you waiting for? Make sure I know what I’m going to be missing for the next twelve hours!”
“You asked for it.” I set to work and we managed a mutual explosion after several minutes. Uncle Tom returned shortly after to find us separated and ready to insert our pessaries.
“You’re both absolutely sure you haven’t impregnated each other?”
“We’re sure — unless one of the condoms leaked,” Tim replied.
Tom looked doubtful. “We’ll soon know if it has. Okay. Get them in.”
I inserted mine, and pressed the plunger, releasing the pessary, then withdrew the applicator and stood, facing my uncle, my cock erect. “I’m loaded up.”
Tim joined me. “So am I.” Like me, his cock stood stiff and rigid.
“I’m starting …” I said as the numbness began to spread. My cock relaxed, softening and drooping. “Whoa.” I glanced at Tim. “Well, my love? What do we do with our day off?”
“I know what we won’t be doing!” He laughed, as his cock shrivelled. “So now I’m bagging the shower first, and then some breakfast.”
Our ‘accident’ became a turning point for both of us, and, as it turned out, for others. The ‘day off’ was enjoyable as well. We spent it really getting to know one another, walking, swimming, talking and reading in the extensive library.
“Marcus tells me they have identified the reason you reacted as you did.” Uncle Tom smiled. “It seems to have been one of those serendipitous discoveries, and having both of you react the same way, has been very useful.” He patted my knee. “The good news is that he thinks they can actually modify the pessaries to reduce that reaction, and at the same time improve your ability focus your thoughts.”
I squeezed Tim’s hand. “That’s great news, but what did he say about being able to redirect my neural structures?”
“That’s part of it. He wants to run some tests tomorrow. If they work, you, and everyone else, has a winner!” Uncle Tom laughed. “And whatever happens, I’ve got a place for you at the same university as Tim — assuming you still want to study psychology.”
“Wow! Thanks, Tom. I really appreciate everything you and Den have done for me.” I turned to Tim. “Without you guys and Doc Buchholz, Ray and Steve I’d now be job hunting with zero qualifications … I wouldn’t have half the chances you guys have made possible — or the fantastic lover sitting at my side.
“Speaking of whom …” Tom smiled. “Evening, Marcus. As you can see they’re still in pre-coital mode.”
“So I see.” Dr Buchholz pulled out a chair. “I expect Tom has told you, we learned a lot yesterday, and ran some checks today with Ray and Steve.” He smiled. “Tomorrow I will show you the scans and reading we recorded from you two and the comparisons with Steve and Ray. We’ve identified a new way of controlling your ADHD, but it will require some intensive treatment which will reduce the need for the present control of your hormones. I’ll explain it all tomorrow.”
“Brilliant.” I grinned, my hand finding Tim’s thigh. “Thanks. Thanks for everything, Doc.”
“We should be thanking you, Jason.” He paused as our meal arrived. “Now better eat while it’s warm and before you get too distracted.”
The meal was good, and we enjoyed it, exchanging banter with Tom and the Doctor, but eventually Tim and I excused ourselves, our libido soaring.
We wasted no time on arrival in our room. The door had barely closed behind us than we were stripping each other’s clothes, our passion taking full control. Tim and I enjoyed our evening, our sexual arousal giving us the stamina and the desire to explore every possible means to give each other pleasure — though we were careful to use condoms every time we indulged in anal penetration. We fell asleep eventually with my cock embedded in Tim’s butt. As usual I had a night of dreams and woke in the morning with my condom swollen with cum, and Tim seeking entry to my butt.
“Mmm, all yours, lover. Give me a good fuck to keep me going for the day.”
“Here it comes then, open up for me. Let me in and grip me hard.” He pressed himself against me and parted my muscle. “Mmmm, you really feel good.”
“So do you.” I gasped as he entered, his cock stimulating those parts of me nothing else can normally reach. I tightened my muscle on his condom sheathed shaft as he slowly began to thrust. “I hope this new treatment will mean we can do this without a condom in future,” I managed. “I want have your sperm inside me, and not in a condom …”
I stared at the brain scan as Doc Buchholz explained what I was looking at. “These are your uncontrolled scans. See these areas? That’s what prevented you from holding your attention on any one thing. Now compare them with these. In them you are controlled, as you are now. See how those stray activities are absent?”
“Yeah, everything is much more regular.”
“Then take a look at these. This is what happened after you and Tim indulged and then got the daily control dose.” He indicated the scan. “Only your aural and optical centres are active. But, as we gave you instructions and tasks, only those areas of your brain controlling the actual movement activated.”
“Yes, I can see that, but what does it mean?”
“It means we may have a way to reconfigure your brain so that you have complete control of this with only minimal medication. A huge step forward — but it means we will have to get you into the zombie state again, and then we can attempt to reconfigure certain neural pathways for you using the scanning helmet reconfigured to send the required signals to initiate the changes. Now we know what we’re seeing it all becomes possible.”
“So I’m going to be a guinea pig?”
“In a sense. We’ve already run a small trial yesterday with Ray, and it seems to have made a difference. We’re running an identical trial on Steve today, so we’ll have a good idea of how effective it will be in a couple of days. In the meantime I want to do a range more tests on you, and once we see how Ray and Steve get on … We’ll talk to your uncle and decide how we go about it with you.”
I leaned back in my seat. “I’m of age. I don’t need his consent.”
“No, you don’t. But, just as there is a side effect from the pessaries, there is likely to be one with this.” He paused. “You have a fetish. It is extremely likely that the treatment will reinforce your fetish quite a lot.”
“I think I can cope with that,” I replied. “As long as it isn’t going to make me even more randy than I am once the pessaries wear off.”
Chapter 5
The tests he ran over the next few days were all variations on those we had already done. As always I wore the heavy leotard, and spent most of my time with my head encased in the helmets that scanned my brain activity. Tim had been beside me for all of it, his results being used to confirm mine. I seated myself carefully in the doctor’s office at the end of the day, still in the tight rubber leotard rigged for the tests I’d been doing.
“Right, the data is all indicating we’re on the right track, and the tests we did on Ray and Steve have shown it works.” Dr Buchholz paused. “If you’re happy to try it, we can do the first treatment run tomorrow.”
“I’m up for it, Doc.” I grinned. “What will it involve?”
He smiled. “Slow down. First of all we need you to be in the zombie state. Are you okay with that? Tim will have to be your controller, so he must be fully aware and alert.”
“I have to be Zombied?” I swallowed. “Will I have to get something injected?”
“No. Tim will have to give you a good dose of his sperm — a really big dose — just before you get your daily pessary is all.” He looked at Tim. “You’ll have to wear a chastity belt and take a special preparation we will make up to ensure you build a very large sperm load, but don’t ejaculate until we need you to do so. It will mean you both spending the night under supervision, with Jason fully restrained, and you giving him all the sexual relief he needs, except one, until we need you to do so. Are you okay with that?”
“Sounds heavy,” I quipped, squeezing Tim’s hand. “Especially me being fully restrained.”
Tim grinned. “No problem, Doc. When do we start?”
“Immediately. It will be best to get you locked into the chastity belt before the pessary wears off.” He stood. “Come this way. Jason, you can watch while we get Tim fitted. You’ll have to wear a special hood so we’ll get that fitted as soon as Tim is ready.”
The chastity belt was more like a steel and latex brief with a dildo attached. It covered Tim from the waist to the crotch, his penis encased in a moulded steel form and his scrotum contained in a separate moulding. Once it was on, Tim grinned. “I guess that’s me out of use then …”
“For the moment,” Dr Buchholz smiled. “You can, of course, use your mouth and your hands, but not your anus.”
“Bugger.” Tim frowned. “Why not?”
“Two reasons. One the stimulation might cause you to ejaculate, and second, we don’t want you in a zombie state as well. We need you fully alert and attentive to control Jason.”
I stared at Tim’s imprisoned tackle. Then glanced at the thing they were going to encase my head in. “Doc, before I get locked into that thing, can I kiss Tim?”
“Of course.” The doctor smiled. “Take off the leotard first. Tomorrow you’ll have a different outfit which we’ll fit once you’re zombied. All you’ll wear tonight is this hood.”
I stripped quickly watched by Tim and the doctor, then walked to Tim and put my arms round him. The pessary was losing its grip and I could feel some sensation returning to my crotch. Our mouths met in a tender kiss. “Thank you, Tim. I love you.” Dropping to one knee, I kissed his steel encased cock. “Give me hell with this in the morning. Make me a total Zombie. Fuck me full of your spunk and make sure I know it.”
“I will,” he replied, pulling me to my feet. “I’ll make sure you know it.”
I turned to the doctor. “Right, Doc. I’m ready for the headgear.”
He smiled, and opened the clamshell hood. “Good. Take the penis into your mouth, and I’ll get the tubes into your nose.” He deftly manoeuvred the internal tubes into my nostrils, then inserted earpieces into my ears, and closed the hood. Locks engaged with a series of clicks. “There. You will not be able to speak now until it is removed, but you will be fed through the gag — liquids only I’m afraid. This helmet contains the sensors we will be using tomorrow to ‘program’ you, so it is necessary for it to be immovable. “How does it feel?”
I grunted, giving a thumbs up. Speech was definitely NOT an option.
“Good. Now Ray will take you to your night position and get you ready for Tim’s return.” He smiled. “Enjoy yourselves.”
I’d not seen Ray arrive, but now he took my elbow gently. “This way, Jason. I think your pessary is losing its grip.”
He wasn’t wrong. My hormones were surging back. Normally I’d have had at least a couple of hours of being randy, but not over the top, now I seemed to be getting way off the scale already. It got a boost when I saw what was waiting for me.
Ray grinned. “Yup. Tonight you’re in full bondage while Tim enjoys you.” He indicated the padded couch. “Lay yourself down, there’s some heavy duty restraints to apply.”
My libido surged as I positioned myself and Ray began to fasten the straps, belts and cuffs. It was obvious I wasn’t going to be doing any moving once he’d finished. Hefty cuffs secured my ankles to the leg supports, another set fastened my legs just below the knee, and a third set secured them just above the knee, then there was a set at the top of my thighs, a hefty belt across my midriff, a harness arrangement over my shoulders and chest, then my arms were fixed to the separate supports, with cuffs on my wrists, above and below the elbows and finally my head was clamped into a brace.
“There, now you’re all set.” Ray smiled. “It’s going to be quite a ride. It was something else for me I can tell you.” He paused. “Oops, I almost forgot. You have to be plugged — to make sure Tim doesn’t put anything into you before he should.” He picked up something and I couldn’t see what it was as my vision, thanks to the hood/helmet was now restricted. “Okay, to get it into you, I’m going to have to adjust the couch.” He did something and suddenly my legs were rising and spreading. “There. Here it comes …”
I sucked hard on the penis gag in my mouth as the bulky thing penetrated my opening. It was tapered, and seemed quite large, then my muscle closed around a thin stem. I felt something being attached to it, and he said as my legs sank back to the horizontal, “There you go. The plug will be taken out so Tim can give you a dose of sperm in the morning. Enjoy yourself.”
Tim certainly knew what he was doing, and obviously enjoyed it. So did I! It was incredibly intense and the more he worked my cock, the more I loved it, and the more I wanted. At intervals I was fed a sort of delicious goo, and we must have slept because it seemed we’d not been busy for much more than an hour or two when my legs were again in the air, and the plug being withdrawn.
From what seemed to be a long way away I heard Tim saying, “Now, my love, I hope this works for you. Just remember I love you.”
I felt his gorgeous cock press against my sphincter and welcomed him inside me. It didn’t last long, but his ejaculation seemed to last a long time while he whimpered and thrust. I sensed his cum flooding into me, and moaned as he softened and slipped free. Before I had fully registered his departure something else was sliding into my butt and I registered the fact a large pessary had been planted.
“Relax now, Jason. The pessary will start to work very quickly, and then we will start on the process for you.”
They weren’t kidding. The numbness started within minutes, and by the time my legs were once again horizontal, I was slipping into the Zombie state … What followed was best described as weird. I seemed to be having hallucinations as they removed me from the couch, put me into some kind of very tight suit and then put me through all manner of exercises and activities. I’ve never taken hallucinogenic drugs, so this experience was outside anything I could identify. Everything seemed to be surrounded by a sort of rainbow, everything I was made to do had an unreal feeling about it — a sort of detached feeling of watching another me at work.
And then I slept. I think. And I dreamed dreams …
I woke up in bed, naked, and with the warm fuzzy feeling of a good night’s sleep. Even better was the feeling of someone sharing the bed.
“Morning, sunshine.” Tim’s kiss on my neck sent a thrill coursing down my spine. “How’re you feeling?”
Rolling over to face him I smiled. “Fantastic, especially waking up to find the man I love in bed with me.” I kissed him as my arms slipped round him. “What happened? It was a wild ride, but how did I end up here, with my favourite man?”
“You don’t remember anything?” Tim looked concerned.
“I ‘remember’ a lot, but it was sort of like a dream — but a very strange one.”
“And how do you feel now?” His arms slid round me and he gently kissed my cheek.
I grinned. “With you holding me? Randy. But, seriously, tell me what happened. I want to sort out the ‘dreams’ from what was real.” I frowned. “Hey, I just realised, I’m randy, but not trying to rape you or get your cock into me — I want it, but not the way it used to be …”
He smiled. “That’s good. Want some more good news? You won’t need the daily pessaries any more if the doc’s tests tomorrow are positive.”
“Tomorrow? How long did this treatment last?”
“Three days.” Tim watched my reaction. “And you’ve slept the clock round since we put you to bed.”
“Three days? It didn’t seem like it. Three days without sleep?”
“No. You had rest periods, but the treatment was continuous.” Tim threw back the covers. “I’m busting, and you must be as well. But here’s the good news, we’ve got the day all to ourselves. No tests, no examinations, no treatments — we can even have our meals sent up if you like.”
I followed him to the bathroom. He was right, I needed to relieve the pressure. “No tests? Just us and whatever we want to do? No pessary? I like it — and now you mention it I’m starving.”
He laughed, heading back to bed. “I’ll order breakfast. We can have it in bed, and then …”
He’d only just put the phone down when I dived under the duvet, and found his cock. “Mmm, I think I need a little hor d’oevre.”
He laughed as I got to work. I emerged from beneath the covers still licking his spunk from my lips as breakfast arrived, delivered by Steve.
“You’re looking happy,” he said, pushing the trolley next to the bed. “Just put it out in the passage when you’ve finished and press the call bell.” He turned at the door. “Enjoy yourselves. Tim knows where the toys are in the cupboard. If you need them.”
Breakfast over, we took our time, our lovemaking no longer driven by my boiling libido. It was a very different experience, and I began to notice a change in the way I listened to Tim, and responded to him. Propped on my elbow I played with his nipples with my free hand. “What do you want to do, love?”
Dreamily he smiled. “Give me bit of time to think …” He moved quickly, rolling me on my back and slipping astride me. “Goof. Let’s just enjoy your being in full control.” He reached behind him and found my hardening cock. “Now let me see. What could we do with this?”
I grinned. “Whatever you want to is my answer to that!”
He laughed. “Then I’m going to put it where it will do most good.” With that, he raised himself slightly, and positioned my cock against his sphincter. “What are you waiting for? Put it into me.” He smiled. “I plan to do this whenever I get a chance — now push!”
I did. His eyes widened and his mouth formed a perfect O as his muscle parted and my nine inch monster went into him. For several seconds he just sat there, his eyes screwed shut as he bit his lip. “Are you okay?” I asked.
He nodded. “Okay?” He gasped. “No, I’m not ‘Okay’, I’m in heaven. I’m in paradise.” He opened his eyes and grinned. “Look at my cock. Does it look like I’m not okay?”
I looked, and laughed. “Nope. Just a pity I can’t give it what it obviously wants like this.” Thrusting my hips against his buttocks, I grinned. “Only one thing could make it even better for me — to be secured to the bed so you can really make use of me.”
“Next time,” he replied. He began to gently rise and fall on my cock, and I thrust upward to meet his downward movements. Amazingly — to me — the sensations were fantastic, and yet invoked none of the desperate effort to achieve a climax I’d always had on the pessaries. It took me a while to realise what the difference was.
He came first, spraying, at my insistence, his cum over my stomach and into my face, and when I came a few minutes later, it was intense. For the rest of the day we simply enjoyed our freedom and each other.
Neither of us was in a hurry to get up, or do anything much other than enjoy our freedom to simply be together and to do whatever we chose. Curiously, from my perspective, sex was not top of my desires. Yes, I wanted it, yes, I enjoyed it, and yes, I was enjoying having the man I loved next to me, available and more than willing, but best of all was just being able to enjoy his company. We talked about music, favourite foods, and a whole range of things like cars, Tim’s university studies, my hopes and plans for the future and, of course, our own hopes for a relationship.
Lunch came and was eaten, and we made love again, a gentle, slow and yet more passionate experience than our earlier lovemaking.
“Fancy a swim?” I asked as we lay back enjoying the post-coital calm.
“Why not?” Tim chuckled. “And then I’m going to drag you back here and try out some of the things in that cupboard on you.”
“Oooh, threats!” I teased.
“Swim first,” he countered. “Come on.”
“Right.” I opened the cupboard to grab my Speedo, and stopped in surprise. “Oh. Oh boy!” I felt my cock stiffening. “Um, Tim? Are these the ‘toys’ Steve mentioned?”
Tim grinned. “Like them? Still want a swim first?”
“What do you think?” I countered indicating my erection. I grabbed a simple moulded hood and pulled it on. There was no mouth opening and the eyeholes had clear plastic lenses. I turned to face him holding a set of slave chains and offered them to him.
“You want me to use these on you?”
I nodded.
“And then what?” He asked.
I pointed to his cock, then at my butt, and at my cock and him.
He hesitated. “Doc Buchholz said the new treatment would probably reinforce your bondage fetish, and indulging it would make you a full on Sub. Are you sure?”
I nodded, then knelt and held out my wrists to receive the heavy cuffs.
Ten minutes later I followed Tim carefully down the corridor wearing only the tight rubber hood and the heavy metal collar, a steel waist band and steel cuffs on my ankles and wrists all connected by heavy chains, ankle to ankle, ankles to the waist belt and my wrists, wrist to wrist and waist belt and more chains from the collar to my wrists. A heavy steel ‘collar’ stretched my scrotum and another gripped my shaft just behind my glans, with light chains connecting the steel rings and a slightly heavier pair connecting the cock ring to the was it belt.
My anus was still slick with the lube he’d used and my inner passage full of his cum. Stopping at the door of my uncle’s room, he knocked.
“Yes, Tim?” My uncle stopped, and then smiled. “Ah. Need some help?”
“Some advice, I think,” Tim replied. “I don’t want him to revert to needing to be controlled by the pessaries again. How can we be sure playing like this isn’t going to do that?”
Chapter 6
“It’s probably already too late to ask that question if does,” Uncle Tom frowned. “But Marcus said there is an easy way to deal with it if it does develop that way.” He smiled, indicating my erection. “Better take him and make good use of that while I talk to Marcus.”
“Okay.” Tim turned to me and grinned. “Come on, slave. Your master wants to enjoy your cock.” His hand gripped my shaft. “This way.”
Tom laughed. “Enjoy yourselves.”
Tim led me back to our room, his grip on my member firm. Shutting the door, he smiled. “Are you sure you really want to be my sub slave? My sex toy?”
I nodded and very carefully sank to my knees in front of him, my head lowered. I was absolutely certain that this was my future role. To be his partner, his sub, his slave when he wanted me to be — his for whatever sexual games and pleasure he required.
Raising me to my feet he guided me to the bed, laid me on it then very carefully detached the chains from the belt, and attached them to anchor points on the bed so that I was spreadeagled. Then he set to work on my cock. He played me like a delicate musical instrument finally bringing me to a spectacular ejaculation.
He’d just finished sucking me dry when there was a tap on the door.
“Don’t go away,” he said. “I’m not finished yet.” He opened the door to Uncle Tom. “Come in, Tom. We’re just between shots.”
“So I see.” Tom smiled though with my lenses now misted up I could only make out the vague outlines of them. “Marcus says he should be fine, but will probably want to wear a slave collar from now on. You can fit this one on him later. Take him down to Marcus’ lab tomorrow morning straight after breakfast.” He laughed. “Better make sure he’s wearing a bit more than the chains. Preferably the scrubs. Marcus wants to see you both at nine.”
We never did get to swim.
“So how do you feel this morning?” Dr Buchholz greeted me.
“Fine, thanks, Doc.” I fingered the collar I was wearing. “Am I going to have to use the pessaries again?”
“I don’t think so, but we need to run a load of tests to make sure.” He smiled. “Nothing severe, and nothing intrusive, though you will have to wear the scanning helmet so we can see what’s happening.”
I grinned. “Okay.” I paused. “What exactly did you do to my head? It was weird — sort of what I imagine a psychedelic trip on drugs would be like.”
That’s probably a good description of it. We used a form of magnetic resonance, radio waves and neural stimulation to rewire you. You will have the ability, we think, to shut out distractions and really concentrate — it does have a side effect and I think you’ve already discovered it.”
“I think so.” I laughed, feeling the colour rise in my face. “If you mean that once my lover gets started I can think of nothing else …”
He smiled. “That’s a part of it. The ability to shut out distractions and focus all your attention on what you are doing does intensify it.”
“As long as I don’t switch focus to that in the middle of some other work …” I grinned again. “It could be tricky …”
The doctor laughed. “I guess so, but I think Tim can manage you.”
The tests lasted all day, but confirmed that the treatment had worked. Back in our room, I kissed Tim.
“Thanks,” I said, slipping my arms around him. “I don’t think I could have got though this without you.”
Holding me close, he returned the kiss. “It’s been a wild ride okay. How do you want to celebrate your success?”
I pressed my stiffening erection against his. “You need to ask? Get me restrained, and remind me I’m your Sub.” Kissing him again, I whispered, “Make sure I know my role is to give you pleasure. Make good use of me, Tim. I want to celebrate the end of the treatment, and the start of my new role and our relationship.”
Wrapping me in a hug, he kissed me tenderly. “So do I, my love. So do I.” He kissed me again. “The first day of our future. Let’s make it memorable.”
The End