Femdom story: Something for the boys 2/3

The second chunk of a new Serena and Alice story, which I'll publish in three chunks (it starts with part 3 below, because the parts I'm posting it in are not the same as the parts of the story and... and... oh it all made sense at the time).

This story gets quite heavy, particularly towards the end, with scenes of torture, non-consensual physical harm and even death done to (supposedly) humorous effect. If you don't like that, that's absolutely fine, and you don't have to read it. It's also a love story.

The story so far: Alice is visiting her friend Serena, who is a real scientist!  Read all about it here.

 

 Serena and Alice: Something for the boys 2/3

Part 3 - in which we struggle beyond halfway

Serena's experimental subjects are all kept in carefully controlled conditions, to ensure that there are no distractions or environmental conditions that might affect the results of experiments.  Otherwise the science doesn't work.

 

 “So that’s what happens when you mess with the hormones that inhibit release of semen in day-to-day life” Serena remarked, once Experiment3564G had left the room.  “No orgasms.  But what do you think happens if you do the opposite, and close the tubes permanently?”

“Well, then no semen would ever be released, and…” Alice began slowly.

Serena flicked open a mobile phone and stared briefly at the screen.  “Actually, I’ll come back to that a little later” she said.  “They might be ready by then.”

“But there’s something almost as good”, she continued with mounting enthusiasm.  “You’ve seen continuous release. But what about a continuous orgasm? What if a man’s orgasm, once started, just went on and on?”

“Well, that doesn’t sound cruel at all” Alice replied, in disappointment.  “You’re not here to increase their sexual pleasure, after all.”

Serena grinned wickedly.  “Send in Experiment 7658H!” she called.

Soon a naked man stood shamefacedly before them, his wrists handcuffed behind his back.  When he glanced nervously up, Alice felt a sudden delighted shock of recognition.  It was someone she’d known at school – called…oh, Carl?  Clive?  Colin!  That was it.  This was Colin.  She’d quite liked Colin, she recalled.  How very enjoyable this was going to be.  There was always something rather special about watching men that you knew suffer.  And despite her misgivings about Serena’s promise of a ‘continuous orgasm’, she thought it pretty likely that this one was going to suffer.  Serena had occasionally conducted experiments that did not involve pain, humiliation and mutilation, but only when strictly necessary in the interest of scientific progress.  And even then, generally she made sure the subjects suffered in other ways. It was part of her dedication.

Colin caught Alice’s eye, and there was a sudden shock of recognition.  Briefly, an expression of wild, desperate hope started to spread across his face before Alice smiled sweetly, gently shook her head and settled down with eyes half closed to watch the fun.

Serena had noticed none of this, as she was busy pointing out the altered features that Colin – or Experiment 7658H as he now was, and would be forever – now possessed.

“You see, for too long I was investigating what causes orgasms” she explained.  “But actually, once they’ve started, orgasms would just keep going unless they receive a chemical signal to stop.  So we suppress that chemical signal.”

“Another little pill?” Alice asked.

Her friend shook her head, and pointed to a small red mark on the side of the Experiment’s testicles.  “There’s a gland in there.” she explained.  “We just drill in” – and at this point, Colin looked a little faint, as if assailed by an unpleasant memory – “and then burn it out.  Then we do the other side” and Colin obediently turned to show an identical scar on the other side of his ball sac.

“And then he can come continuously” Serena said. She looked at her friend expectantly, but Alice sat in silence. She still thought it sounded rather nice – once the testicle-drilling was out of the way, of course.

Serena clucked in exasperation.  “You’ll see” she said.  “Boy!  When did you last come?”

“About seven weeks ago, Mistress.  38 days, actually.”

“So, back in May?” Serena prompted.

“Yes, if… err… if it’s late June or early July now, Mistress.” Colin replied, uneasily.

“And have you been locked up since that date?” Serena persisted.

The man shook his head. “No Mistress.  I’ve been like this.”

“And do you have a lot of distractions?” Serena continued?

“No Mistress” he replied, rather emphatically Alice thought.  “I’m kept naked and alone in a room with nothing but a mattress and a bucket which serves as my toilet and feeding pail.”

“Then why don’t you masturbate?” Alice broke in, in exasperation.  “All boys masturbate, if they can. Those handcuffs are hardly going to stop you.  You could rub yourself up against a wall.  Why don’t you?”

“Because he doesn’t want to” Serena said, slyly.  “Do you, boy?”

“Well he wants to now” her friend said, obstinately. “Look”

Sure enough, the man’s initial terror at being in Serena’s presence seemed to have been overcome, because his penis was steadily firming up – and very soon began to rise.

“Boing!” Serena said, triumphantly.  “Men – so predictable.  Come here boy.”

Experiment7658H shuffled forward, whimpering slightly, the tears starting to form in the corners of his eyes.

“Poor thing” Serena said sympathetically.  “All that time, with no release.  Why look at it – it’s practically bursting!” And that seemed to remind her of something, as she opened her phone again as if to check something before turning back to the matter at hand.

“No, still got some time yet” she muttered to herself.  Then she turned her attention back to the penis in front of her, which was now rigidly upright, and purple at the tip. 

“Gosh, so ready” she whispered seductively.  “Mmmm.  So desperate to come. “ She unbuttoned her blouse a little and Colin turned desperately to look at Alice who, realising the game, gently drew her skirt up to expose her stocking tops.

“Do you know” Serena continued to coo.  “I really do think it’s ready to come.  Mmm.  Any moment now. So if I just – “

-          and she  leaned forward until her face was nearly touching the engorged cock, parted her lips slightly and –

-          blew hard, the sudden burst of air making the penis sway back and forth.  Colin groaned.

  “Maybe one more “ she murmured, and blew again, this time causing the head to tap gently against the man’s quivering stomach.  This was more than enough for Colin, and he instantly started to grunt violently, as his penis jerked about uncontrollably.

“Here we go” giggled Serena, drawing back quickly, to avoid being splattered (to Colin’s extreme good fortune, it must be said.  He thought his life in the featureless cell was hellish, but it was as nothing compared to the life he would have led – admittedly rather briefly – had a drop of his semen polluted Serena’s person or clothes.).

Colin was now well into the throes of orgasm. “UH! UH!” he was grunting, in the usual way in which males experiencing an orgasm betray their close affinity to pigs and cattle.

“See the balls jerking about?” Serena pointed out.  “The muscles are contracting, squeezing seminal fluid out from the sort of spongy stuff it’s stored in, up the tubes and – well, all over the floor just for now.”

Alice nodded quietly, wondering once again how so many women could stand to have that sort of thing going on inside them.  Vanilla sex.  It made her flesh creep just thinking about it.

Then she realised that something was odd.  The grunting wasn’t dying away, but was becoming louder, and a little more urgent.

“He’s been spurting for about 40 seconds now” Serena remarked.  “Already quite a lot longer than the average orgasm.  He’s expelled – oh, maybe three or four times the usual amount.  And he’s still going on, as you see.”

The man’s grunts were more like shrieks now, as his orgasm continued into its second minute.  The semen continued to come out, but simply emerging and flowing away to the side, now, lacking the volume to become airborne.  But still it kept on coming – and so did Colin.  His balls were pumping as hard as ever, and now his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the floor, still shrieking, his genitals still thrashing around as if being whipped.  And clearly, it was at least as painful as being whipped too.

“As the testicles run dry” Serena remarked “as the last few drops are squeezed” – and here she smiled as , with perfect timing, a particularly strong contraction resulted In the emergence of another drop, and a despairing howl from Colin – “from the tissue, it really starts to hurt.”



Of course, to do science properly you need a lot of precision-made equipment.

 

Alice nodded.  “I remember when I used to let David have more than one orgasm” she agreed.  “It gets really sore.  After a bit, he didn’t want any more.  Used to say it was like having someone scraping a nail inside your balls and penis, when you’re coming but there’s really nothing left.”

Her friend nodded back. “Yes, quite a lot of men say that.  Actually, you know, I tested it and it’s not true.  Having a nail scraping along inside the testicles feels quite different” and she wiggled her beautifully manicured crimson fingernails at Alice with a wicked grin.

“But I know what they mean.  It really hurts.  Of course, it depends how potent the man is to begin with, how long they’ll enjoy it.  This process here” – and she indicated the writhing man before them – “is the equivalent of about six orgasms a minute.  So Colin here, who is now on about his fourth minute, is nearly at the equivalent of his twentieth. And he wasn’t very potent to begin with - strictly a once-a-night man.”

Alice gazed in fascination.  Once-a-night indeed!  David was a four times a year man.  It was amazing to think that the man in front of her had just experienced more sexual activity than David could expect in five years.  Well – she checked her watch – more like six years now.

“How long does it last?” she asked.

“About thirty minutes” Serena replied quietly.  “Of course, there’s nothing left to pump after five minutes or so.  But his balls keep on trying.  On and on, squeezing and jerking away. And then he’s sore for weeks afterwards, of course.”

“I’d never thought of multiple orgasms as being a punishment” Alice said, in wonder.

Serena smiled at her.  “They needn’t be, you know” she said softly, and held her arms out.  And the two girls giggled and shrieked their way to their own form of continuous orgasm, while below them Experiment7658H (“Colin”, Alice thought deliciously, now what was his second name?) screamed blue murder as he lay on the floor, jerking uncontrollably in a pool of seven weeks of his own semen production, in the hellish agony that was now his sexual life.

Ready to do some science.