Mitch

[Sandra B]

92.
Luke was the first to come round.  He was alone, sitting by the wall in a small, bare, uncarpeted room.  He felt cold.  Instinctively, he raised his hand to his head.  A shock ran through his body.  His hair!  Where was it?  Was he dreaming?  Instead of his beautiful yellow locks, there was…nothing!  His head was quite bald!  He went to get up, but something at his throat jerked him back.  He found he was collared and chained to the wall.  He yanked desperately at the chain, but it was quite firm, attached to a solid steel ring plate bolted about three feet up the wall, so that he couldn’t even stand.  He looked down.  He was wearing nothing but what looked like elasticated rubber baby pants, in a horrible shocking pink.  His skin felt weird – tingly.  Then he realised that his chest hair was gone, too – no, all his body hair. Anxiously, he pulled open the top of his pants.  Yes.  All his hair! 
He looked around the room.  Bare floorboards, a single window, through which he could see only the sky and a distant hill, a couple of cupboards, what looked like a CCTV camera in one corner, pointed straight at him.  On the wall, two posters.  One, Yulya in her motorbike gear, helmet on and visor closed – a gentle reminder, maybe?  The other, a little boy dressed as a baby, sitting on a rug, wearing pants very similar to those he found himself in, with a big smile on his face and a big pink pacifier in his mouth.  The face looked familiar.  It took him a few minutes to place it.
“Yeah…it’s that kid in those girls’ class…what’s his name…”

Fear gripped him.  He was in the hands of…he knew not who.  He was helpless.  Naked.  The thoroughness of his captors was sufficient evidence that their intentions, whatever they were, were serious.  He began to sob…then pulling himself together, started to shout – not threats – somehow he knew that would be unproductive – but pleas for help.
“Hey!  Is anyone there?  Please…I’m cold.  Tell me what you want.  Please, tell me what you want.  My mum will be worried about me.  And where’s Max?”  A pause.  No sound.  No reply.  “Hello?  Please, help me.  I’ll do what you want.  Please…someone…  I’m thirsty…hungry…”

In her office, Shirley, accompanied by Mandy and Yulya, were watching him on CCTV.  On the other side of the screen Max could be seen, similarly attired, neatly attached to one pair of steel poles in the milking room.
“Let’s give him another hour,” said Shirley.  “Make him realise he has no hope.  Then he can join his friend.”
“Shall we give him a drink?” asked Mandy.
“Sure.  Yulya?  Could you take him some juice in a baby bottle?  No, wait.  Let the girls go.  That will be much more humiliating.”

Luke felt a sudden surge of hope as he heard the door being unlocked.  But it subsided immediately.  In marched Marian and Edith, smirking with unconcealed delight.  Their maids’ outfits had been replaced by riding gear – cream breeches, white shirt, blue and mauve striped tie, shiny boots.  Their manner was no longer deprecating.
“Hello, sir,” grinned Edith, sarcastically.  “We’ve brought you your bottle.  Here.”  She placed it on the floor in front of him. 
“Drink it all up, like a good little boy,” said Marian, cheekily.  “Or we may have to spank you!”
“Please…why have you done this?  I never did nuthin’.  My mum’s gonna be furious…”
At which the girls simply burst out laughing, turned, and headed for the door.  “Love your haircut,” said Marian, as a parting shot.  Then they were gone.

Time passed slowly in Luke’s cell.  It seemed like two hours – though it was nearer one – when the door opened again.  This time it was Shirley, Yulya and Deborah Buff-Hopkins, the latter swinging a  dressage whip threateningly.  Yulya carried a plastic bag.
“All right, Luke,” said Shirley.  “Time to get to work.  If you cooperate, things will be easy.  If you fight us…”
But Luke wasn’t having any of that.  He put his back to the wall, and kicked out.
“Don’t you dare come near me.  I do karate at school, you know…”
Shirley adopted a weary look, and motioned to Deborah.  She needed no second bidding.  The first stroke of her whip raised a red weal across his thigh. He screamed, and tried to turn away, but that merely gave her the chance to deliver a second across his flank, the knotted tip connecting with his buttock.
That was the end of his resistance.  He was uncollared, and stood obediently as they dressed him.  He was fitted with the prettiest wig – a mass of tight little golden curls.  It was glued to his head with some sort of special super wig glue, guaranteed, Mandy assured him, to be immoveable for at least a month.  He actually cried as they fitted his chastity device, but they were implacable.  It was tubular, with a base-plate and a little soft rubber sac for his balls.  The tube was quite straight, pink plastic, with a little ridge on flange near the base.  He was given a rather pretty puff-sleeved white blouse with ruffles at the neck, a red tartan mini-kilt with a big silver pin, pink satin split-crotch panties, white knee-socks, and shiny black lace-ups.
Shirley smiled and put her hand on his arm.  “There.  Doesn’t that feel better?  Come and look at yourself in the mirror.  Then you can be reunited with your friend.  Tomorrow morning we have a lady coming to pierce your ears and your nose.  Yes, you’re going to have a nose-ring!  Won’t that be exciting?  And then you won’t have to dress quite so prissy, will you?  No, that will open up all sorts of possibilities…”

[sarahpenguin]

dressage whips are platypusses

[Sandra B]

93.
Shirley was congratulating herself on the success of her strategy.  Well, yes, drugging them was something of a blunt instrument, but the “Play and Sleep” motto had provided the initial enticement, together with the cooperation of the mothers.  In fact, it was only a variation on a theme.  Prospective clients of P & S with ‘difficult’ children would normally have a  preliminary meeting with Shirley and Mandy with their children absent.  Shirley had foreseen that the first problem would be getting the boys to come willingly to the offices, so parents could be advised to tell their sons that P & S stood for “Pamper and Sympathize”, and that the staff were trained to listen to their complaints and suggest remedies, including the modification of the parent’s or parents’ behaviour!  This was designed to appeal to the most difficult cases, the attention-seekers, the arrogant and the belligerent.  Of course, this merely altered  the problem from physically getting the subjects into the trap, to keeping them there.  But this transfer of responsibility was necessary to relieve the parents of an often impossible task.  The idea was that they would be so grateful to Shirley and her staff for taking on this burden that they would be more than happy to pay a premium for P & S’s services, to sign over temporary guardianship, (subject to extension), and not to ask too many questions about the tactics employed.

Whatever device had been used in this case, the result was exactly what was needed.  The boys were now completely under Shirley's control.  And the first thing on the agenda was the Milkmax III.  Luke was virtually frogmarched to the milking parlour, with Yulya one side and Anna the other, and Shirley and Mandy following behind.  Edith and Marian were desperate to see where they were being taken, but Shirley had put Deborah in charge of keeping them well away.  Goodness knows what their innocent little minds would have made of proceedings!

Max was there, still fastened between the poles, but now he too was appropriately dressed.  His wig was also blonde, but his new hair was straight and the girls had enjoyed plaiting into two pigtails, secured with blue ribbons.  He wore a pretty pale blue ballet outfit – a shiny spandex body over white tights, silver shoes, and to preserve his modesty somewhat a short matching tutu skirt.  His feet were held slightly apart with a spreader bar, and each ankle was cuffed with a pink leather strap and chained to the base of the pole.  Similar straps encircled his wrists, and they were linked directly to the third loops up the poles – so he was quite comfortable, but firmly secured.  Soon Luke found himself in the same position, facing his friend.  Their situation was so ridiculous, they couldn’t even bring themselves to look at each other – at least until Shirley lifted the front of Max’s tutu, and showed Luke that his friend was wearing a similar device to his own, projecting through an aperture in his underclothes.
“Shit, Max – how did we get into this mess?”
“Our mums were colluding, weren’t they?  Wait till I see her!”
“Now, boys.  Don’t waste your energy talking – or struggling, Luke.  Relax and smile, while we take a few preliminary photos.  Anna, they’re all yours.”
“fuc-k you!”
“Oh, dear Max.  You can be so rude.  Did you get that on video, Anna?  Excellent.  He looks so comical with his face all red and angry and his tutu bouncing up and down – not to mention what he’s trying to hide underneath it.”
“You…you…” he fumed, impotently.
“Well, time to get started, I think.  Mandy?  Yulya?  You’re the experts.  Off you go.”

Mandy decided the priority was to get their sissifiers fitted, to stifle their protests.  It was a simple matter to position the rubber pen-is head against Max’s lips, then use the strap from behind to force it home.  Yulya buckled it tightly in place, then did the same for Luke.  These ones were slightly larger than they had used before, befitting the boys’ ages, and instead of containing a hollow bulb they were solid, with a narrow duct running through them, so that any fluids forced in would spurt straight into their mouths.  Meanwhile Mandy was untangling the tubing.  She selected two lengths, each a couple of metres long.  Each tube was attached to a sissifier, plugged firmly in, and its other end to the back of the Milkmax next to the boy.  Then she produced another two.  These were slightly different, having a rubber sheath on one end.  First of all she attended to Max.  She slid the sheath onto his chastity device, pushing it home until it locked onto the ridge at the base.  The boys were looking alarmed now.  They were beginning to get the idea.  Even so, the next move came as a surprise, for, instead of attaching the other end to his Milkmax, she ran it between the boys and attached it to Luke’s!  She then repeated the process for Luke.
“Thank you, Mandy,” smiled Shirley.  “This is our first real test of this equipment – at least, using it for mutual feeding.  I hope you boys are thirsty.”  She put her hands under their skirts and gently cupped two pairs of balls.  “Hmm, yes, at least the udders seem nicely full.  Let’s relieve the pressure a bit, shall we?  Yulya?  Power on darling, if you wouldn’t mind.”

[Sandra B]

94.
The operation of the Milkmax III was surprisingly quiet.  The machines purred into life, and Yulya adjusted the controls until they were pumping at ten percent suction and the frequency regulators were set to two seconds.  At these settings, the suction was only discernible by a slight regular twitch of the capillary tubes.  By a happy chance, the two machines were working virtually in sync.  Yulya looked at the boys’ faces.  Luke looked a little distressed, Max still angry.  But as the minutes went by, both of them began to look more and more uneasy.  She noticed Luke’s sheath, though of course it could not expand, was now almost horizontal, lifting the hem of his kilt, and quivering at each pulse of his machine.

As the fixed wall cameras were now operating, Shirley suggested they all retire to the lounge and watch the process on the big screen, over a few drinks.  So they filed out, Yulya ruffling the boys’ hair – wigs, rather – as she left, and giving each of them a pat of encouragement on the cheek.  By the time they were settled in the lounge and the gins were poured, things were hotting up in the milking parlour.  It was so amusing to watch the expressions on the boys’ faces close up, the transitions from distress to determination to ecstasy, and back to distress.  So far neither had cracked, though Max was squirming in an apparent effort to fend off a climax.  Deborah appeared at the door. 
“Can I watch too?”
“Of course, dear.  Sorry to lumber you with the girls.”
“No problem, Shirley.  But they can’t contain their curiosity.  You’ll have to tell them something.”
The words were hardly out of her mouth when Edith was heard wailing from outside.
“What’s going on, Deborah?  What are they doing to Max and Luke?”
Mandy quickly turned the sound off, silencing the boys’ muffled groans and moans.  She looked at Shirley for instructions.
“Shall I turn it off?”
“Oh…no.  Keep the sound off.  Just show their faces, split screen.  The girls won’t know what’s going on.”  She raised her voice.  “Come in, girls, come and watch the fun.  We’ve put Max and Luke on a tickle machine!  They can’t keep still.  You should see their faces!”
The girls burst in and stared at the screen.  They both burst out laughing.
“Look at Max!  He’s going crazy!” screamed Marian. 
“Miss, what are those things in their mouths?” asked Edith.  “They look like big dummies with tubes on…”
“Oh, they’re just feeding tubes.   They might be there for a while, and we have to make sure they get enough nutrients.”
“Oh, I see.  What are you tickling?”
“Ribs, feet, you know.  A perfect punishment, don’t you think?”
“Yes.  They look really funny!  Oh, look…!  Max is going all silly!”
“He is!  And look,” added Marian, “I think Luke’s getting fed.  See that stuff going up the tube?”
“Oh, yes,” said Shirley.  “You’re right, Marian.  He is.”
“He doesn’t look as though he’s enjoying it very much,” said Edith.
“Well I didn’t say it tasted nice,” laughed Shirley.  “What sort of punishment would it be if we fed them ice cream or chocolate sauce?”
“Oh, yes.  Of course…  So…what is it, then?”
“It’s liquified baby food,” said Mandy.  “All gooey and tasteless.  Yuk!  Serves them right, though.”
“Yes, it does,” said Marian seriously.  “Look!  Now Max is getting a load.”
“He certainly is,” remarked Deborah with a wink.
“He’s the horrid boy that pushed me over in the playground,” she went on.  “I hope it tastes really disgusting!”

The girls watched for a bit longer, then got bored and went off to play outside in the grounds.
“Nice explanation, Shirley,” said Mandy.
“They swallowed it.”
They all laughed.
“Max coming again,” said Yulya.  “And machines only on ten percent.  How long we leave them?”
“Till they’re exhausted,” said Shirley.  “And full.  Tonight they can sleep together.  We’ll put them in room nine, in the double bed.  It’s bugged.  I’d like to hear what they say – though I imagine they won't stay awake very long.  Tomorrow the woman from Patricia’s Piercings is coming.  Then they’re going back into the parlour, and this time I'm going to be there, and watch them in the flesh!”

[mommasboy]

I love the forced "feedings", and the image of them distressed and angry but helpless to prevent it. I hope that's a regular event in their lives. Babies have to be kept well fed

[Sandra B]

95.
The boys showed no resistance on being freed from their shackles and led to their bedroom.  Before they were allowed to settle down, Mandy fitted each with a locking leather belt, and connected them to each other with a short chain, before giving them their shortie silk nighties and matching bloomers to put on.  She also fitted them with new pink leather locking collars, each with a steel leash ring, and a little steel disc, engraved with the words, “Property of P&S”, and Shirley’s phone number.  The linked belts were designed to keep them nicely intimate whilst complicating any plans for resistance or escape.  In fact, to Shirley’s satisfaction, they ended up cuddling each other most of the night, Max curled up with his arms protectively around his friend like a mother with her child.  As she had expected, there wasn’t much conversation.
“I could sleep for a week, Max.”
“Not surprised, given the amount of your stuff I was forced to swallow…”
“Sorry, mate.  I tried to think of other things, but…you know, it was, like, relentless.  Anyway, what about you?  I drank gallons of your c-um.  You can’t have had a wank for a fortnight!”
“I’m sorry, too, Luke.  I hope it didn’t taste too awful…”
“I never got a chance to taste it.  I was too busy trying to gulp it all down before I choked on it!”
They lay there in silence for a minute.
“How could we ‘ave been so stupid?”
“Dunno.  It all seemed so promising at first…”
“That Yulya…”
“I know.  She’s dangerous.  But…pretty sexy…”
“Not ‘alf.  You wouldn’t need that machine with ‘er around…”
“Ouch.  Stop it.  It hurts just thinking about her…”
“Know what I’d like to do?  I’d like to…”  His voice sank to a whisper.
“Ow! Shut up, Luke!  Enough.  You’re just making things worse.  And god knows what they’ve got planned for tomorrow…”

Shirley took off her headphones with a wry smile of satisfaction.  Considering what they had gone through, she thought they had borne up quite well.  With a few days more training…  And that was interesting about Yulya.  Perhaps they should exploit her charms are little more…

[Sandra B]

96.
The boys would have overslept the next day, had Yulya not woken them at nine.  They gradually regained consciousness to find her unlocking their belts.  As they opened their eyes they beheld an unexpected sight.  From her wardrobe of outfits, thoughtfully provided by Shirley, she had chosen one of her favourites – though one she wore sparingly.  Batgirl had been her favourite character in the original television series.  Now she was attired in the same mauve catsuit – heavy latex with reinforced breast cups – with the same yellow bat emblem emblazoned across the chest.  She had all the accessories: latex hood with ears and eye-mask, short paler mauve gloves and boots, yellow belt with accoutrements  – even a short yellow latex cape!  It was enough to achieve its object.  Any thoughts of resistance the boys may have had were immediately banished.  They were rendered obedient and malleable by surprise and lustfulness.
 
She ordered them to dress.  Today they had new clothes – matching outfits consisting of a simple white cotton blouse with elasticated cuffs and waist, silver spandex hot pants with crotch zip, and over-the-knee white socks with patent black Mary Janes.  She calmly attached a leash to each of their collars.  Max, staring (accidentally, of course) at the crotch of her suit, noticed a slightly raised circular boss a couple of inches wide.  He whispered something to Luke, who followed his gaze.
“Yes, it has dil-do.  I turn on here.”  She indicated a button on one of the packs attached to her belt.  “When I watch Max and Luke in machine I get hot.  Then turn on.  I need c-um too, yes?”
That did it for the boys.  The idea she was getting aroused just watching them...!  Any ideas of resistance or protest evaporated.

She had them dress, then attached leashes to their collars, and led them from the room and along the corridor to another room where Mandy and another woman were waiting.  Mandy introduced her.
“Boys, meet Patricia from Patricia’s Piercings.  You’re honoured.  She’s come herself to do the work.  Now, if you sit quietly when she’s working, it’ll be a quick and relatively painless process.  Okay?  Here, Max first please.  Hurry up.  Sit here.”
Quick it was, painless it wasn’t.  But it was soon done.  They were left with little gold keepers with heart-shaped ends in their ears, and silver rings dangling from their noses.  These may have been somewhat larger than normal, and lacked the usual spherical bosses, but the boys were so distracted by the mere idea of having their noses pierced, they didn’t notice the niceties.  In fact, they seemed positively ungrateful, until Mandy started musing about nipple piercings, when they became suddenly happy with Patricia’s services, and anxious to get back to their daily occupation.

As Yulya herded them towards the milking parlour, they encountered Deborah with her two acolytes.  The girls screamed with delight when they saw the nose-rings.
“They look like little piggies!” cried Edith.
“Let us see,” said Marian.  “Can I touch one…?”
“Luke, kneel,” commanded Yulya.  “Girls want to see new rings.”
They played with them for a minute – gently, as Yulya instructed them, and then the boys were allowed to move on.
“Are they going to the tickle machine?” asked Edith.
“Yes, Edith.”
“Can we watch?”
“Not today, darling.  Olivia need attention.  Maybe soon.”
“Okay.  Soon, though.  I'll ask Shirley.”
“And Yulya?” added Edith. 
“Yes, dear?”
“We love your Batgirl outfit.  I wish I had one like that…”
And they went skipping off towards Oliver’s room.

The boys allowed themselves to be attached to the poles without even a protest.  Once secured, Yulya unzipped their hot pants and allowed their neatly-packaged members to spring out.  Today, the idea that their ordeal may have an arousing effect on Yulya trumped all other considerations.  As they were being prepared, they were both staring with anticipation at the object of their fantasies, watching her checking the machines, their coc-ks straining against their retaining sheaths.  They were surprised when she put aside the feeding tubes, coiling them up and hanging them on hooks on the sides of the poles.  She fitted their sissifiers, but left them plugged.
“Today I want to see which boy make most c-um,” she smiled.  “Winner get nice prize.”
She went to the cupboard, took out a small box, and removed from it two little packets, which she brought back and proceeded to open.  She took out two translucent condoms, one pink and one pastel blue.  First she went to Luke.  His pen-is was quivering in a vain attempt to burst its restraint.  Yulya smiled.
“Luke – you very impatient today.  Little coc-k nice and hard, yes?  You show me what you can do, okay?  I give you blue one.”
The condom was narrow, with a spherical teat at the end.  It seemed slightly thicker than a normal one, with a tight neck.  Squeezing the air out of the teat, she rolled it back up the length of his member, over his ball sac, and  snapped it into place at the base.  Then she did the same for Max, and stood back to admire her work.
“Good.  Now vibrators.”
The Milkmax III had an attachment which Yulya was particularly eager to test.  She went back to the cupboard, watched keenly by her prisoners, and returned with two fine cables, each two or three metres long, connected to two pink plastic devices.  Each consisted of an adjustable collar mounted on a small transverse cylinder, from the end of which the cable emerged.  She fixed the collars firmly to the boys taut members at the base of the shaft just in front of their balls, with the cylinders underneath.  The other ends of the cables she plugged into the side of the Milkmaxes.
“Now we see if work.  Don’t worry.  Will not hurt!”
She turned on the Milkmaxes.  Immediately the devices started humming, and the boys found their pen-ises vibrating gently but at a very high frequency, producing an irresistibly arousing tickling sensation.  They fought against it, but Yulya played with the remote control, delivering a variety of speeds, intensities, and frequencies, and watching their reactions to each.  Eventually she opted for a randomly variable setting, so they should not become bored.  She stood to one side watching them closely as they struggled to contain their excitement, their shafts visibly twitching with the effort.   They watched her with equal attention.  Her nipples were clearly visible, stiff under the mauve latex.  Her expression assumed the seriousness of intense sexual interest.  She licked her lips, and her hand crept towards the control pack on her belt.  She touched the button, and her eyelids drooped in ecstasy.  At that, Luke was convulsed with his first orgasm, jerking and rattling his steel bonds, and his sperm pumped into the teat of his condom, swelling it to the size of a small plum.  It hung there quivering, like a fruit on a stalk.  A second later, Max followed suit.  Yulya to a step forward and took hold of the two side poles, hanging onto them with a long sigh, while a series of tremors ran through her body.  She doubted Shirley would have approved, but she had sexual feelings too, and a powerful though previously concealed streak of exhibitionism.  It felt so good to be dressed like this, nipples erect and pussy oozing, watching the effect she could have on these two young men, who, if released, would gladly have dropped to their knees, buried their faces between her legs and….  At which thought, she came all over again.