So what have you been up to lately – anything interesting?”Alice asked happily. She always looked forward to her visits to her friend Serena’s laboratory, where so many men had been subjected to… interesting… medical procedures. All strictly in the cause of science, of course.
“Oh”, Serena said casually. “Not much really. I’ve been working a bit on the male orgasm. Trying to improve the mechanism, you know.”
Alice felt slightly disappointed. “Male orgasm? You?” she enquired. “I thought you didn’t really approve of males having orgasms. You always used to say that the best place for a man’s testicles is in your medical cabinet”
Her friend smiled, and glanced lovingly at the wall covered in wooden drawers, where her world-famous collection was housed. “True, but you have to work with what there is.” she replied. “There are still a lot of men in the world who are uncastrated.” She looked sad for a moment, while Alice reminded herself for the umpteenth time that she really must take David in to be done. She hoped Serena wouldn’t ask after him, as it was quite an embarrassment to her that he was still complete. Fortunately, Serena very rarely showed any signs of interest in specific, individual men.
“Yes… so as there are still men out there having orgasms, I thought I might look into the subject” Serena continued. “See if I could… you know… improve things a bit. It’s all rather complicated down there, as it turns out. Lots of different muscles, hormones. Lots of stuff you can fiddle with.”
”Pain receptors too, of course” she added, thoughtfully. Both ladies nodded wisely. Both were big fans of the concentration of pain receptors in the testicles.
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Indeed, Serena had identified at least seventeen different ways of castrating a male while leaving the full complement of pain receptors in place – or even enhancing it.
“A male orgasm is surprisingly complex, for such simple creatures” Serena continued. “Of course, in its effects it’s not as sophisticated as the female ecstasy. Four or five little squirts and it’s done. But there’s a complex machinery of hormones and chemicals, as there’s first an erection, then the testicles prepare to spurt, while tubes constrict to hold it back, then the tubes dilate, muscular action results in rapid excretion of the seminal fluid, and then the erection dies down again.”
“And then he goes back in his tube for three months” Alice thought, absently. “Anyway” Serena continued, “a very complex mechanism. So I just thought I’d mess around with it a bit: take a few parts out, put them back in in a different place, see what happens if you try to run it all backwards, that kind of thing.”
“So what does happen” asked Alice, breathlessly. She was so proud to have such a clever scientist for a friend.
“Well, mostly nothing.” Serena admitted. “Generally, if you mess around with it, it just stops working, in one way or another. All rather fun, of course, especially the look on their little faces when you tell them it’ll never work again. But there’s lots of ways of doing that, of course, as we both know.”
“Yes indeed”, Alice smiled, while furiously trying to remember whether she was doing anything on Tuesday. Maybe she could take David to the clinic on Tuesday.
“But sometimes you can break things in a more amusing way”Serena continued. “Did you know, for example, that men can excrete semen constantly?”
“Certainly” Alice replied rather primly. “David used to masturbate constantly before he met me. I had his old house steam-cleaned throughout when I decided he should sell it. Goodness knows where he’d been spraying the stuff.”
“No no” Serena remarked, kindly. “I don’t mean masturbating frequently. I mean constant release. All the time.”
Her friend just looked puzzled, so Serena picked up a small remote control by her chair and laughingly pressed a button.
Instantly one of the men standing quietly ready for service behind them let out an agonized shriek and collapsed to the ground, his hands clutching ineffectively at the metal device between his legs. Alice looked over with interest to where the man lay writhing and screaming in agony. Blood was seeping out from underneath the metal. It was going to make quite a mess, but she supposed that Serena had plenty of people who could clean it up.
“Sorry, wrong button” Serena muttered, and pressed another. Another of the men staggered slightly as if shocked, and stepped smartly forward.
“Alice and I would like to see Experiment 3564G” Serena said, without looking at him. “Oh” she added, glancing behind and raising her voice slightly to carry over the unceasing screams. “And you’d better have that taken away and cleaned up.”
“Maybe leave it for just a little while longer?” Alice asked, with a slight note of urgency in her voice.
Serena looked over at her friend, who was sweating ever so slightly and breathing heavily.
“Of course, darling” she said, leaning forward to kiss her, her own hand reaching gently between her friend’s legs. And the sounds of agony behind them mingled with increasingly delighted girlish shrieks, as Alice demonstrated the superiority of the female orgasm over any gender-inferior rivals.
Part 2
Fifteen minutes later, Experiment 3564G stood before two, relaxed and happy ladies. He was a rather handsome young man, smartly dressed in a business suit and neatly groomed. Alice was a little surprised. Generally, when men took on names beginning with the word “Experiment” in Serena’s domain, they soon barely appeared, sounded or acted human at all.
“He looks pretty normal to me” she said, trying to keep a note of disappointment out of her voice.
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“Oh, he is normal” Serena agreed. “He lives a fairly normal life – has a job, drives a car. Of course, it all belongs to me.”
“Of course” Alice said, slightly shocked. Neither lady believed that men should own things. As Alice had once remarked to David, her vibrator didn’t have a bank account so why should he?
“Except that he’s secreting seminal fluid right now” Serena continued, casually. “Is he? The dirty little…” Alice began, reaching reflexively into her handbag for a whip.
“No no” her friend laughed. “Look closely.”
Alice leaned forward. There was a small damp patch on the man’s crotch. Alice’s nose wrinkled.
“Well that’s even more disgusting” she began. “I mean, he’s not even locked up and - ”
“Doesn’t need to be” her friend remarked, languidly. Then she changed her tone quite suddenly.
“Drop your trousers!” she barked at the ‘Experiment’, who hurriedly complied, looking nervous. He stood there, his genitals hanging down – still outwardly whole and (remarkably, Alice thought) freely hanging without restraint, clamp or surgical suture. A glistening thread of slime gently descended from the tip of his penis towards the floor, before breaking and falling as a tiny drop.
“Oh the filthy boy!” Alice exclaimed. “Has he just come? Even David knows enough to clean himself up after – “
And she broke off in embarrassment, for fear of giving away her little secret about David’s continuing possession of his genitals.
But her friend was too absorbed to notice, and merely laughed merrily. “Not at all”, she replied. “Look”
Alice looked again, and saw another drop slowly forming, and eventually start its slow descent to the floor at the head of a glistening thread.
“Yuk” she pronounced. “When’s it going to stop?” “It isn’t” Serena remarked quietly.
Alice looked puzzled. “What – not ever?”
“Not ever” her friend replied, with pride. “He just oozes. All the time.” “Does he enjoy it?”
“No” Serena shrugged. “Not particularly. It doesn’t feel like anything, I think. It just oozes. Of course, his cock and balls feel a bit tender. You know that feeling that men have when they’ve just had a really big orgasm?”
Alice nodded. She loved giving David’s balls a good hard kicking after he’d had finished – and as his orgasms were so infrequent, they were usually pretty huge. And
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then there was the penis whip…maybe she’d keep him intact just a little longer, it could be such fun.
“Well he feels like that all the time” Serena said, happily.“Quite sensitive down there, aren’t you?” she called out, and the man – with a frightened glance towards her knees – hurriedly agreed.
“How do you it?” Alice asked.
Serena smiled. “Oh, it’s nothing. Anyone could do it. Oh –as long as she’s an evil medical genius, obviously!”
She paused. There was silence. In irritation, she reached for the remote control and savagely stabbed a button. After a sharp intake of several breaths from around the room, all of the men in attendance began laughing hysterically and clapping in delight at the joke.
Serena nodded graciously. “Enough” she said quietly, and the rapturous applause ceased.
“It’s the tubes from the testicles to the penis” she explained. “If you dose a man up with the right combination of hormones, you can keep them permanently dilated. The stuff just leaks out, without any erection or muscular contraction at all. And it’s just a little pill. Serena’s special dilation hormone formula. No more orgasms.”
“Just a sticky mess” Alice agreed, looking in some dismay at the spreading stain on the carpet. Perhaps that could be removed when the blood from the earlier accidental castration was cleaned up, she thought. She liked to have things neat and tidy.
“Horrible” Serena agreed. “But fortunately, Serena Enterprises has the solution.” She reached for a plastic pack beside her. “Sanitary towels for men!” she
announced triumphantly. “A bit like the traditional ladies’ ones, but more of a triangular shape, and curved. Oh – and about five times the price.”
“Is that because they’re so much harder to manufacture?”Alice enquired. “No – just because I have the patent and no one else can make them” Serena grinned. “I have half of a giant factory complex just outside Birmingham retooling to turn these out by the million.”
“And the other half is making…?” Alice prompted, suspecting she already knew the answer.
“Serena’s special dilation hormone formula, to pump into the water supply.” her friend replied, happily. “If I can’t have an entirely captive market, I can at least have a desperate one.”
Alice was again struck not only by her friend’s scientific brilliance, but her commercial acumen too. ‘Why couldn’t David think of ideas like that?’, she thought with irritation, and resolved to whip him a lot harder in future.
“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.
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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 –
- blewhard, 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