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The sound suddenly woke him from the restless half sleep he had come to accept as rest. He assumed his sister was doing something to cause the noise that roused him from yet another uncomfortable night, but of course, blinded by the sleep mask, he had no way of knowing for sure. He squirmed on the bed, more to let her know he was awake than anything else, wrists and ankles pulling at the locked leather cuffs and chains that held him rigidly in position. His inability to move his arms or legs more than an inch was the root cause of his lack of a good night's sleep; something he hadn't had since his sister started chaining him to his bed a little over four months ago.
"Good morning Christopher," she said, apparently standing directly over his prone form.
He gurgled an unintelligible response from behind the rubber plug gag that she filled his mouth with every night. It was a futile attempt, even though this was one of the less severe gags she used on him regularly, but she expected it, and he knew better than to disappoint her. He blinked against the morning sunlight as his blindfold was removed. Adjusting to the light, he saw his sister, Rebecca, standing next to his bed, smiling down at him. Next to her was a medical I.V. stand, with a very full drip bag hanging from the hook, its cloudy contents straining at the seams. Chris squirmed a bit in anticipation, not knowing where the free end of the dangling tube was going to be placed. He had been on the receiving end before, and dreaded each of the four options. He watched as she raised the stand higher, causing the same noise that had awoken him.
Lifting the end of the hose, Rebecca turned back towards the bed. "OK little brother," she said as she nonchalantly swung the end of the tube around her finger, "you have a big day ahead of you, and we need to get started." She pushed the end of the tube onto a small attachment sticking out form the center of his gag strap. Chris didn't know whether to be relieved or fearful over the fact that she hadn't decided to stick it elsewhere.
"Breakfast is served," she said with a smile as she opened the clip on the tube. The boy braced himself as the now free flowing liquid moved down the tube. "Like I said, it's going to be a big day so we have to make sure your needs are taken care of and out of the way. This solution contains all the nutrition you'll need for the next 24-48 hours. This way we won't have to worry about feeding you again."
Christopher wretched as the fluid hit the back of his throat. He never got used to the initial choking feeling despite all of the times Rebecca fed him this way. Once he became accustomed to the flow and was swallowing to keep up, he realized this method was infinitely better than the times she had used stomach and naso-gastric tubes on him.
Rebecca watched carefully to make sure her younger brother didn't choke on his meal. Whenever he seemed to be gagging too much, she adjusted the clip to slow the flow down a bit. "You may have noticed a different taste this time. I added a strong laxative and diuretic to the mix. Trust me," she smiled sweetly, "you'll thank me later."
As Christopher continued to swallow, his sister took the opportunity to go through her ritualistic morning check of his body. She ran her hands over him, checking for signs of hair growth. She was adamant about his staying clean and smooth. Body hair was not tolerated.
Satisfied that even his trouble areas remained hair free, Rebecca moved to his groin, taking a moment to unlock the small padlock that held his chastity belt firmly in place.
Chris groaned between swallows as his sister unbuckled the waist strap and lifted off the hard plastic cup surrounding his private parts. Methodically, she surveyed his now exposed groin, her nurse's hands checking him over thoroughly. She touched his flaccid penis, circled by two metal rings, one at the base of the shaft, the other just under the head. His member was stretched and curved downward, pulled between his two testicles that were also ringed by metal bands, albeit individually, his shaft fitting right in the groove created by his separated balls, the band under his cock head attached to the back of a third ring that encircled both of his balls. Rebecca stroked the shaft gently for several minutes, carefully watching her brother's reactions. By now the boy had finished his breakfast, the clear bag hanging limply from its hook. Christopher was breathing deeply through his nose, his eyes rolled back as his sister continued her attentions.
She watched as his restrained penis struggled to erect, the complicated chastity device preventing anything more than a slight twitching. Satisfied that any sort of sexual gratification remained out of the question, Rebecca ended her ministrations, listening intently as her brother moaned in frustration.
His enforced chastity was just one aspect of his radically changed lifestyle. Chris had been 16 and Rebecca 21 when their parents had died. Being an adult and sole legal heir to all of their parents' assets, Rebecca had attained guardianship over her high school aged brother. At first, Chris had enjoyed quite a bit of freedom as his sister started nursing school and became preoccupied with her studies. It wasn't long however, before typical teenage behavior and rebellion began manifesting themselves in him. His rambunctious attitude at school soon began spreading to their home life, causing distractions that Rebecca began to notice despite her workload. By the time he turned 17, Christopher was failing most of his classes, and spending the majority of his time with buddies and girlfriends. Despite numerous attempts to convince her brother of his dangerous path, Rebecca's speeches and threats did nothing to tame her stud of a brother and quell his behavioral problems. The culmination of Christopher's self-destructive behavior occurred when he was held back a grade, and forced to repeat his senior year.
His 18th birthday came soon after, and it had been easy enough for her to spike one of his drinks with a powerful sedative. After he passed out, she quickly stripped him and locked the chastity cup around his groin. Rebecca hoped that taking control of his rampant teenage hormones would lead to bringing him under control. Once he woke up, his hostility was met with strength and resolve. She explained her beliefs and told him that by locking up his genitals, she would relieve him of the distraction they presented. Amazingly, all of his bluster seemed to drain away from him at that point. It was as though he had just been waiting for a firm hand to take away his poor decision making abilities. Having seemingly reached an epiphany, Chris quietly accepted his sister's warnings about trying to remove the locked belt.
For several months, the boy's grades improved and he slowly extricated himself from his circle of friends, although the dating problem proved tougher. But, even though Chris was an extremely good-looking boy, the existence of the chastity belt did manage to bring most occurrences to a premature ending. He ended his second pass through senior year successfully, his proud sister looking on at the graduation ceremony. That night, as a gift, she removed his belt for the night. The next morning, when she entered his room to wake him, she was horrified to catch him in the middle of masturbating. He stammered some feeble excuses, but Rebecca just turned and walked out.
That night, their meal was eaten in silence until she passed a large, wrapped gift box in front of him. "Congratulations on graduating," she had said stoically. The boy had just enough time to open the present and look in confusion at the mass of leather and metal before passing out from another dose of her sedative, which she had secreted in his meal.
He awoke in the basement, naked and in chains, with a rubber ball gag filling his mouth. His ankles were chained apart and to the floor, while his wrists were cuffed together and pulled up towards the ceiling, forcing him up onto his toes. He struggled weakly against his bonds, confused and more than a bit frightened. Realizing his struggles were futile, Chris gave up and hung limply, trying to keep his weight on his toes to relieve the pull on his aching arms and shoulders. It seemed like hours had passed before he heard someone coming down the stairs. His sister just looked at him in the dim light of the basement.
"Look at what you've forced me to do," she said sadly. "For the last year an a half I've tried to raise you properly, teach you right from wrong, and mold you into the type of young man Mom and dad would be proud of." She walked behind him and continued. "But no matter what I did, you refused to obey. You just could not control yourself."
The boy tried to look around to see where she had gone, but he was too efficiently restrained. "Now I'm forced to take more, shall we say, drastic steps to ensure your well being." She came back around in front of him. She was now holding a long, thin stick, slapping it into her palm. "I'm going to make this short and sweet, and I won't be going over it again, so pay attention little brother." She struck out suddenly with the switch, hitting him across his right thigh. He screamed into his gag, drool dripping from the rubber intruder.
"Now that I have your undivided attention...Welcome to your new life. Now that you're out of school, I'm going to take a much more strict approach to your behavioral problems. Legally, I'm your guardian until you reach 21 when your portion of our inheritance kicks in. Until then you have no rights, no say in anything. Do exactly as you're told, and things will go easier for you. Disobey in any way and...well, you'll see I'm sure." She swung the stick in the air to emphasize her point.
"I want you to understand, Christopher," her tone softened dramatically as she moved closer to her helpless brother. "I'm doing this for your own good. I love you and I swore that I would raise you properly in the absence of mom and dad. I can't let you end up a failure, in jail, or with a bunch of kids calling you "daddy" just because you can't control yourself. Make no mistake; this will be difficult for you. You will have no control over any part of your life. I will control everything, from your movements, what you eat, even your bodily functions will no longer be up to you. You just have to relax and go with it. Oh, and don't think you won't have to earn your keep. I'm still going to finish nursing school and you are going to make yourself useful by being my in home test subject. Very convenient, don't you think?"
Chris just groaned into his gag wondering exactly what his sister had in mind. It hadn't taken long for him to find out. While strung up and stretched out, Rebecca subjected her brother to his first full body shave. She explained to him that patients needed to be kept clean and sanitary at all times, and the removal of unnecessary body hair was the first step. She had been careful and thorough, not missing an inch as her wide-eyed brother just hung helplessly in his bonds. It was a time consuming process, and Rebecca went slowly, ensuring that not a single hair was left on his body. Legs, arms, back, chest, groin, and butt were all scraped clean by her razor and professional touch. She even removed the hair growing between his ass cheeks and around his anus. A process so embarrassing that the violated boy almost fainted during the deed.
Once finished, with no hair remaining on him save for what was on his head, Rebecca rubbed a special hair growth inhibiting lotion all over her brother's body. Satisfied with her work, she rolled over a full-length mirror so that Christopher could view the results while the lotion dried. She left him as he stared at the image of the hairless boy in front of him. He felt more naked than ever before, his bare skin tingling with every movement as air passed over his completely uncovered skin.
Rebecca returned after a while and, after pushing the mirror aside, went back to work on her brother. "Now we're going to more effectively take care of that little distraction between your legs." He squirmed a bit as she fit the rings around his now hairless balls, but was unable to prevent the imprisonment of his genitals. Once his testicles had been separated, his penis ringed with the metal bands, pulled back and locked to the underside of his balls, Rebecca stood back, proudly surveying her work. "There, now you don't have to worry about any of those juvenile urges of yours. Those bands will make short work of any attempt at an erection. And not comfortably I might add."
Chris just choked back a sob, more drool running down his cheek, as his sister picked up the old cup and belt device he had been forced to wear. "Don't worry little brother, this is going back on. Since you can't get any results anymore, I see even less of a reason for there to be any access to your privates." She smiled cruelly as she turned the belt around. "I did make a change though. I had to add something that would ensure you would stay completely sex free."
The boy started squirming violently as she showed him her addition. Now attached to the strap that ran from the bottom of the cup, through his butt cheeks, and up to the back of the waist strap was a huge rubber dildo. She picked up a small bottle of baby oil and moved behind the boy. "Now this little plug serves two purposes. First, it keeps you from playing for the other team, if you know what I mean. No sex for you Chris, of any kind, until I say you are ready. Second, it'll give me control of whatever needs to come out of...or go into...your rear end." He felt some oil get squirted onto his freshly shaved anus, followed by a slight burning as Rebecca pushed the tip of the bottle inside of him. "Normally, I would prep you a little more gently with my finger first, but I'm not too happy with you right now so, no easy way out for you." With that said, she squeezed the remainder of the oil into his rectum. Next he felt a slight pressure as she pushed the head of the flesh toned monster cock against his anal ring. Then, with slow and deliberate force, she began sliding the nine-inch dildo into him.
Hanging helplessly in his restraints, Chris could do nothing as the rubber intruder was forced deep into his bowels. Rebecca encountered some resistance, but with steady pressure, managed to insert the dildo until her brother's anus closed around the tapered end of the plug. She then drew the rest of the strap up, pulled it tight through the back of the waist belt, buckled it in place, and locked the whole thing with a small padlock. "There you go, Chris, complete chastity." The boy could only groan in response. "Oh, I forgot something," she said as Christopher felt more movement behind him. "Hang on a sec...there we go..."
Chris yelped past his gag as the dildo buried inside of him grew thicker. "As you can no doubt tell, it inflates," Rebecca said gleefully as she moved back in front of the boy. "That's just a sample, to help keep the oil inside of you. It gets much bigger." With that she had left him to spend the rest of the night chained, gagged and plugged.
Since that night, Rebecca has made good on all of her promises. Kept in some form of restraint at all times, Christopher had indeed become her helpless practice patient. Over the next few months, the nurse in training tried every procedure she learned on her not so willing helper. Most were uncomfortable, some were painful, but all were embarrassing. Catheters, enemas, nasal and gastric tubes; all had become a part of the boy's new life. Acceptance and submission became the norm as Christopher quickly discovered that failure to obey led to incredibly harsh punishments.
It wasn't long before Chris discovered that he hated enemas. Every aspect of these demeaning procedures made him quake in fear. From the first night when his sister had left the entire contents of the baby oil bottle in his bowels, he knew he could not tolerate them. Rebecca however, enjoyed them tremendously, giving them that is, and when she took notice of Chris' dislike, decided to use them as a main form of punishment. The threat alone of a huge retention enema was enough to immediately put an end to any disobedience, although they were rarely just threats.
Sexual teasing became a standard practice of Rebecca's wake up and bedtime procedures for her brother. She used her daily body hair inspection as an opportunity to torment Chris into a state of never ending frustration. In the evening, after strapping him into her position of choice for the night, she would remove his cup and fondle his captured manhood. Unable to orgasm, or even get a full erection, the boy would thrash around as much as his bondage would allow until his sister achieved her desired level of torment. She would then replace the cup, kiss him on the forehead and leave him for the night.
Today's teasing didn't end as usual with the replacement of the cup. Instead, she left his genitals fully restrained, but exposed. Moving quickly now, she removed the tube from his gag, allowing it to dangle freely underneath the empty drip bag. Next, she unlocked his wrists and, turning him over, re-locked them behind his back. Disconnecting his ankles from the footboard, she had him rise from the bed that had so effectively held him prisoner. Stomach full from his feeding and legs wobbly from his night of strict immobility, Christopher moved with difficulty as his sister hurriedly ushered him out of his room and down the hall. Dread built inside of him as they stopped in front of the largest bathroom in the house. His fears were fully realized when she opened the door, allowing him to see what was waiting within.
Two huge red rubber enema bags, each containing 2 quarts of water, were hanging down, six feet apart, from hooks embedded in the ceiling in the middle of the white tiled room. Chris backed up a bit as panic set in, inviting a firm slap to his rear from his sister. "Come on Chris, I don't have time to play around. If you don't obey me, you'll just make things worse for yourself." She gave him a shove, forcing him into the cold, sterile room. She positioned him in-between and just forward of the twin bags, facing away from them and towards the door. Kneeling down, Rebecca had her brother spread his legs until they were 4 feet apart, allowing her to attach his ankle cuffs to rings set in the floor. Next, she grabbed a chain that was dangling from a pulley situated on the ceiling directly over his position and between the enema bags, and locked it to his wrist cuffs. Walking to the side of the room, she began pulling down on the other end of the chain, causing the boy's arms to rise behind his back.
Chris grunted his discomfort loudly through his gag, causing his sister to stop the pulley with his arms just parallel to the floor. Opening one of the nearby cabinet drawers, Rebecca removed another device and approached her brother. She quickly unlocked his plug gag and pulled the saliva covered rubber piece from his mouth. "Almost forgot, can't have you spending the day in your sleep gag. Too much noise." With that she shoved the new, much more restrictive gag into his mouth. Knowing what to expect, Chris opened wide to accept the new mouthpiece, which consisted of a longer, thicker plug plus two smaller side pieces that pressed against his cheeks. The attached strap was tightened and locked behind his head, sealing the foul tasting rubber in place. Next, she attached an inflation bulb to the gag and pumped it up until her brother's cheeks expanded, his eyes grew wide with fear and discomfort, and not a sound escaped from his mouth. "That's better," she said as she moved back to the chain to resume her task.
With his arms parallel to the floor, Christopher found himself leaning forward at the waist to keep his arms from dislocating. He winced as he again heard the rattle of the chain as the yanking resumed. Forced forward even further, Chris soon found himself tautly positioned with his chest parallel to the floor and his arms pulled straight up, perpendicular to the porcelain tiles beneath him.
Satisfied with her brother's tense and uncomfortable position, Rebecca locked off the chain to prevent slippage and moved back behind the boy. "If I hear one more peep or whimper out of you, I'll strap your elbows together. We know how good that'll feel don't we?" Unwilling to suffer the added pain, Chris clamped his mouth down as tightly as possible on the unyielding rubber balloon filling his orifice.
Pleased by the silence in the room, Rebecca attached the inflation bulb to her brother's anal dildo, pumping it up until she knew it was at it's maximum length and girth, stretching and filling his rectum completely. Detaching the bulb, she picked up both tubes that were hanging from the mouths of the enema bags. One tube was already fed into a Y-shaped adapter, and Rebecca quickly fit the other tube into the open end. She then grasped the single tube extension and slipped it onto an input nozzle sticking out from the base of the boy's plug. Positive that there was no way he could interfere with or even reach the tubes, Rebecca opened the two clips slightly and started the bags on a slow drip into her brother's bowels.
A long plastic catheter was the next thing Rebecca added to Christopher's situation. Even as the boy felt the liquid start to make it's presence known inside of him, he squirmed as much as he could as the 14 inch long tube was unceremoniously slid into his urethra. The curved position of his restrained cock made insertion a challenge, but the slow and steady pressure soon won out. Several more pumps from the inflation bulb and the catheter's retention balloon was full, sealing it inside his bladder. A small clamp was added to ensure that no urine would leave his body.
"All right," she said to him, "I have to go out for a couple of hours. I'm meeting some people from school for an early lunch, then we're all going to come back here to work on a project we came up with." She saw the dread in her brother's eyes at the mention of bringing people home with her. She had used him often as a subject for her practice and study, but had never included others in his torment. Smiling at his realization and distress, she moved back over to the cabinets and retrieved another implement. "Don't worry hon, they already know all about you, and they are very eager to have you help us with our project." He squirmed anew as she placed the blindfold over his eyes and buckled it in place. "There, that should help to alleviate some of the stress when we get back later. Now I know your current position is a bit more uncomfortable than usual for a day spent on your own, but trust me, you'll be very grateful later on that I'm cleaning you out before we start later tonight." She checked over his restraints, ensuring that everything was secure then moved back to the enema bags and opened the clips all the way, allowing the fluid to flow at full force into Chris' helpless body. She then walked out of the room, shutting the light and closing the door behind her.
Trapped in darkness and strenuous immobility, Christopher had no idea how much time had passed. His arms, shoulders, and lower back were screaming for relief from his position, and his bowels felt like they were going to explode from the gallon of liquid his sister had run into him. As horrible as the enema was, he knew it was worse thanks to the laxative Rebecca had added to his morning meal. The cramping was intense with almost no time in-between the waves of agony that passed through him. Added to that was the fact that he had been deprived of a morning urination, his nightly build up of piss coupled with the diuretic also fed to him, causing his bladder to burn for release in ways he never felt before.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of believing he couldn't stand it for one more minute, the sound of the opening door shocked Chris out of his pain wracked stupor. "There he is ladies, all ready to help us out." His sister's voice echoed through the stark room and encouraged him to start squirming madly against his bonds. A newfound rush of energy filled him as the hope of release seemed possible and the need to convey his plight overwhelmed any other sensation.
"Rebecca," an older sounding female voice intoned, "what have you done? Is he retaining an enema right now?"
"Yes, I thought a good deep cleaning would help with the test."
"Well, he'll be so empty after he releases this enema, that his capacity will be much greater."
"Uh, guys," a new voice, also female but younger sounding, added, "he seems to want out pretty badly."
At least someone noticed, Chris thought, too preoccupied to care that there were now two strangers seeing him naked, bound, and full.
"Hush Crystal," the slightly older voice said, "he's been like that for at least four hours, another few minutes won't kill him."
Christopher's heart sank as he realized nothing was going to change unless these women wanted it. He stopped squirming, exhaustion and despair winning out. Suddenly he bit down on his thick rubber gag as yet another cramp seized his insides.
"Okay Becca, I see your thought pattern, but did you consider that once he's cleaned out, his motivation during the test will be gone?"
"No," Rebecca replied with chagrin, "I hadn't thought of that. I'm sorry Kathy, I ruined our project."
"I have an idea," the younger sounding girl interrupted. "Come outside for a minute."
Chris heard the three women leave and shut the door. He was aware of some hushed voices coming from the hallway, but couldn't make out any of what was said. The door opened suddenly amidst excited talk and laughter.
"Whew," Rebecca said, "I thought the project was finished."
"No, Crystal's idea will work fine. It just means a little extra work for us in the prep stages." The one called Kathy continued, "We have a lot to do, so let's get him downstairs so we can start."
Moving quickly, the three women set about releasing Chris from his bondage. Kathy lowered the chain holding his arms in position, while the boy's sister and Crystal held onto each of his arms, preventing him from falling. A muffled groan escaped from behind the restrictive gag as the boy's unnaturally bent arms moved back into a more normal position. The two women continued to support him as Kathy bent down to unlock his widely spread feet.
"Wow," Crystal said, "he sure is a hottie Becca. I've never seen a boy with a completely hairless body before. It looks fantastic. How old is he again?"
"Same age as you, eighteen." she turned to her brother, "Isn't that right sweetie?" The women laughed together, not waiting for a response. "Kath, make sure you hobble his ankles together for the trip to the basement. No more than a foot of chain between them."
"Already done." Like a rag doll in their hands, the still filled boy was dragged, stumbling out of the bathroom, down the stairs and into the basement. He felt the damp, chill air and the cold, hard concrete on his feet as he was maneuvered through the room. He hated the basement. It was the place that his sister had designated and equipped as her experimentation and, when needed, punishment room. The basement meant only suffering and humiliation to the boy, and he dreaded the thought of what was about to come.
The room was equipped with all sorts of medical paraphernalia, including a combination examination table/dentist's chair in the center. Rolling medical carts filled with various implements were lined up against the far wall, with enema bags, tubes and nozzles of all sizes hanging above. In contrast to the stark, sterile medical equipment, the rest of the room seemed to be a well-stocked dungeon. The walls were covered with hooks holding hoods, gags, whips, and numerous restraining devices. In one corner was a metal cage, bolted to two walls and the floor. Christopher had spent many nights in this "observation room" as his sister called it. It wasn't long enough for the occupant to stretch out, or tall enough to sit up straight in, so obviously comfort was not meant to be observed.
Judging from the lack of talking, Chris assumed the two new women had already been down here, and became extremely nervous over what plans they had in store for him. He doubled over suddenly as yet another cramp wrenched through him. The two women lowered him to the floor, allowing him to squirm beneath them. As the cramp finally began to ease, Chris heard some movement as items were positioned around him.
"Okay, get him up to a sitting position on the edge of the canister," Kathy directed the other two. "You ladies empty him while I prep the stocks and the rest of the solution."
Christopher had no idea what the older, obviously in charge woman was talking about, but he knew it wouldn't be pleasant. He felt the other two women lift him up once again and maneuver him into a sitting position on the hard edge of a large metal can of some kind. A chain was lowered from the ceiling and an attached collar was locked around his neck, followed by the chain being pulled taught. His feet were once again locked to the floor, while his wrists were connected to another chain coming up from the floor behind the can. Once the women were done, Christopher was held immobile in a sitting position, his head held straight up by the pressure on his neck.
"Should we take off his blindfold now?" Rebecca called across the room to Kathy. "He hates enemas, and being forced to expel one in front of people other than me will do wonders for his submissive nature."
"Sure, if Crystal doesn't mind either," Kathy called back from by the sink in another corner of the room.
"I don't mind, I want him to see me," Crystal said huskily, obviously excited. "And I want to see his eyes."
Rebecca moved behind her bound brother and, unbuckling the blindfold, pulled it away from his eyes. After hours of forced darkness, Chris blinked against even the dim light of the basement. Once his sight returned to normal, he found himself looking right into the eyes of one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen. Chris blushed deeply as the blonde haired beauty looked him over. Unable to move his head, Chris lowered his eyes in shame, embarrassed at his appearance before the eighteen year old whom he guessed was Crystal.
"Look at me sweetheart," the young girl cooed, "and keep those eyes open."
"Better do as she says little brother," Rebecca chimed in, "you know we have ways of keeping your eyes open as well as closed if we want."
Chris shuddered at the memory of an incident a few weeks prior, when his sister had tied him to a chair and tried out some clamps used for keeping eyes open during surgery. He remembered the horrible feeling of his upper and lower eyelids stretched open exposing his eyeballs. His muscles fighting uselessly against the clamps as he attempted to blink and moisten his dry, burning eyes. She had left him like that for just over two hours before she released him. Having no desire to repeat that torture, Chris looked up at the girl before him.
"Good boy," she said excitedly. "He has lovely blue eyes. They make a nice contrast against his black hair. But I can't tell if he's really as cute as he seems, not with his cheeks bulging out from the gag. Can we take it out for a minute, or at least deflate it a bit?"
"No, not yet," Rebecca said as she snapped on a pair of latex gloves. "He can be very whiny at times. Besides, once he's all set up, you'll have a great view of his face. For a little while at least."
"Okay," Crystal responded, disappointed only slightly. She moved out of the way as the boy's sister came closer. Rebecca's rubber gloved hands were holding a length of clear plastic tubing, which she quickly slid onto the end of her brother's catheter. Slipping the other end into the canister, she opened the clamp, allowing Christopher's long held urine to flow out of his painfully full bladder.
"Nice and dark," Kathy said, joining the other two as the shamed boy drained. "You used the diuretic, I gather?"
"Yes. That plus no release in almost 16 hours makes for a strong brew." Crystal chuckled at Rebecca's answer.
Once his bladder drained completely into the metal can he was sitting on, the tube was removed and the catheter re-clamped. Rebecca then reached down, between the boy's legs, found the deflation valve on her brother's anal plug, and released the air from inside. Quickly, Kathy unbuckled the part of the chastity belt that kept the dildo in place. With a swift move, Rebecca yanked the rubber monster out, extracting it and her hand just before the explosive release that followed.
Christopher sobbed openly as he looked at the three women standing before him. Forced to perform this most intimate task in front of them totally decimated the boy. His embarrassment ebbed as relief from the torturous cramps began to set in. He was sweating profusely and completely aware of the odor now filling the poorly ventilated room.
"Smells like something died up there," Crystal remarked with a wink directed at the boy.
Rebecca just laughed as she twirled the dildo straps around her finger, the plug dangling obscenely from the center. "Hopefully the laxative will have liquefied all that nastiness. If not, this is going to be more difficult."
Still completely confused by their plans for him, Chris continued to empty his bowels in explosive surges. The canister beneath him was now filled with a mixture of the contents of his intestines and bladder. Finally, after twenty minutes of this embarrassing display, the women deemed him empty. His chains were then unhooked from their connection points and he was stood up and guided away from the can. He moved with difficulty, all of his energy drained from his ordeal. They brought him to the center of the room. Next to the examination table was the device Kathy had been moving around. It was like nothing Chris had ever seen before and he looked it over with serious apprehension.
It was made of thick, solid wood, but looked as though it came apart into three sections. Vaguely resembling the shape of an artist's easel, the base came up two feet from the floor, and had an angle to it of about 45 degrees. The larger part of the medieval stock looking device then veered up and back over the base portion at another 45-degree angle. The top center had a large semicircle cut out, and there were two holes, larger over smaller, on each side of the main body of the device. Another hole sat dead center, directly below the top cut out, just above where the main body angled back over the base.
Kathy walked over to the stocks, beaming with pride. She methodically unlocked four hasps and padlocks positioned three to a side on her wooden creation. Once the padlocks were off and placed nearby on the floor, Rebecca joined her in helping to take the stocks apart. They lifted the first piece off and it separated just at the center of the topmost holes. The piece was heavy, and the women struggled to get it on the floor. The next piece came apart at the two smaller side holes, but then extended down toward the center where it divided at the largest, center hole. Once that was out of the way, all that remained was the base with it's semicircular opening and the two extended sides that culminated at the smaller openings.
'Okay," Kathy said, a bit winded, " Becca, get all of his restraints off. Crystal, go over by the sink, get the bags I filled, and add them to the can."
Christopher stood in stunned silence as the women went to work. He knew he was going to be placed in the stocks, but was unable to figure out what position he would be held in. "Now you be good, little brother, and there won't be any need to make this more difficult for you," Rebecca said as she began to remove the boy's bindings, leaving him more free than he had been in months. She even deflated and removed his gag, causing him to wretch slightly as the rubber plug was pulled from his mouth. He worked his painfully stretched jaw muscles as his sister warned him against speaking.
Afraid to turn around, Chris could hear something pouring sloppily behind him. He guessed from Crystal's occasional disgusted sounds, that it was nothing to look forward to. Kathy looked at Crystal from over the boy's shoulder. "You want to be a nurse honey, you have to learn to deal with it."
"I know, I know," came the reply from behind him. Once the fluid transfer was complete, Crystal rejoined the other women in front of the boy. The basement reeked of his waste, and his eyes fell to the floor in embarrassment. "He truly is a hottie," Crystal said excitedly, taking in her first full view of Chris' features.
"Let's get him positioned," Kathy said. "We still have a lot to do."
With that, the three women helped the boy to lie down in front of the base of the stocks. They edged his body upward so that his neck fit into the bottom center hole while his head fell back to lean on the upward sloping base piece, tilting into an exposed, upside down position. His arms were then lifted up and fit into the two smaller side holes, positioning them just above and to the side of his head. Crystal knelt down on the other side of the stocks, placing Christopher's head between her knees, while grabbing each of his hands in hers. Once he was fully gripped, the other two women picked up the first attachment and, moving from the other side of the stocks, the side with the rest of Chris' body, slid the wooden piece into position. Four long, iron pegs situated on the underside of the piece slid into corresponding holes on the base piece, mating the two together. The now fully formed openings grasped the boy's neck and wrists tightly, confirming his belief that the device had been custom built for him. Kathy and Rebecca then pushed down on the newly placed part, holding it down while Crystal released her hold on the boy and fastened two of the hasps and padlocks into place.
With his upper body held tight in the inflexible wood, Kathy and Rebecca each grabbed one of the boy's legs and lifted his lower body up, doubling him over, and fitting each of his legs just above his knees, into the remaining openings. Crystal again grabbed the boy, this time holding his feet, as the last section was slid into place. Panic hit the boy as the last two locks were clicked shut, sealing him in this new, strenuous position. His blood began rushing to his head, as the tightness of the stock's holes held him completely immobile. Out of the corners of his eyes, he could see his hands and above them, all of his lower legs from the knees down. Dangling directly over his face, around two feet higher, was his catheterized penis and separated balls, and, right above that, was his stretched open and revealed, sore, burning, asshole.
"Crystal, get that new gag in place before he freaks out too much," Kathy ordered.
Happy to oblige, the girl retrieved an item from one of the nearby carts and walked over to Chris' exposed extremities. She knelt in front of his head once again, and held up a large rubber covered metal ring gag. "Be a good boy and open as wide as possible for me, OK?"
Looking at her upside down smiling face and dizzy from his doubled over position, Chris slipped up and said, "Please, wait..."
"Aww," Crystal said, "isn't he just the cutest? C'mon hon, don't make me punish you."
Chris shuddered slightly, the girl's comment stirring up confused feelings within him. He had been punished, even teased and tormented, many times by his sister, but the thought of this beautiful young girl punishing him intrigued, even excited him. Obediently he opened his mouth, stretching it once again until it hurt. He winced as Crystal forced part of the ring behind his lower teeth, then, prying his jaws open even farther, fit the other side behind his upper teeth. Unable to close, Chris' jaw pushed his gums painfully into the rubber covered metal. He momentarily choked on his own saliva as the position of his head prevented his drool from spilling out of his mouth. The girl then pulled the attached straps behind his head and buckled them in place, the leather digging deeply into his stretched cheeks.
Kathy, seemingly satisfied with how things were proceeding, spoke to the other women. "Well, do we think we should explain this to him now, or wait a bit?"
"Let's tell him now," Rebecca answered quickly. "That way he can resign himself to what's coming while we finish up. After all, we still have to set up the video equipment."
"Okay Becca, this project was mostly your idea, so why don't you go ahead and explain to your brother what's going to happen."
Rebecca stood over Christopher's helpless, bent out of shape form and, looking down at him, began. "Now Chris, you know all of us are nursing students...well, Kathy is a teacher's aide...anyway, we've come up with a great idea for an end of term project. We've decided to find out how long a healthy young man can, on his own, retain a two gallon enema."
The boy's eyes nearly exploded from their sockets. He had never had that large an enema before. He had no idea if he could even take it, let alone hold it for any length of time.
"I know it's more than you're used to, but that's why we came up with these stocks. The just about upside down position you're in will allow the, ah, solution to flow deeper than normal. That will help with the quantity. Trust me little brother, you are going to take all eight quarts inside you." Chris groaned in response to her matter of fact statement.
During the course of the explanation, Crystal had put on a pair of rubber gloves and, after lubing up three of the fingers of her right hand, moved behind the boy. Rebecca stopped her dissertation and smiled as Crystal began gently rubbing her slick index finger over Chris' exposed anus. The boy gasped and groaned again, but this time it was the attentions of the girl and not the thought of the impending enema that brought about his vocal response. Christopher bucked as much as the stocks would allow as first one, then two of Crystal's fingers slid into his opening. "Mmmmm, still tight," the girl said as she gently finger fucked the boy's rectum. Using her other hand, she began kneading and squeezing his bound testicles, eliciting even more squirms and gasps.
"Now Christopher, pay attention, the next part is important." Rebecca nodded and Crystal gave the boy's balls a savage squeeze, all the while continuing to rape his ass. "You may be wondering how you're going to keep all that stuff inside you. Sure, we have lots of plugs and dildos that would do the job, but we want to see how long you can manage on your own. We decided your task would be easier with the proper "motivation." Crystal had now slipped a third digit into the boy's rectum and increased the pace as Rebecca continued. "We thought long and hard on that one, until Kathy came up with the answer. As you can see...Chris, pay attention!" Another nod preceded a second vicious squeeze to the distracted boy's testicles. Tears welled up in his eyes as he attempted to focus on his sister's voice. "Like I was saying, as you can see, your rear is right above your face. Into that rear we are going to slide a long, thick colon tube. Through that tube we are going to pump the entire contents of your bowels and bladder that you've already expelled, plus enough extra liquid to bring the volume up to two gallons. Once it's all inside, we're going to turn on a video camera and leave you to hold it for as long as possible. Simple, no?"
"The motivation for holding it," Kathy picked up, "comes from your positioning. If you release, the expelled enema will undoubtedly fall straight onto your face and perhaps, into your open mouth. With your face covered and nose clogging, you'll be forced to swallow in order to catch your breath. Now, you may be thinking that the expulsion will be violent enough to propel your waste far away from your face. While we have no doubt that some of the waste would undoubtedly land where it counts, we did think of that possibility as well." Kathy and Rebecca then slid a clear molded piece of plastic into place in front of the boy. The curved top was positioned right above his anus, which had to relinquish Crystal's probing fingers, then it curved into a type of wide, upside down bobsled slide shape with high sides that terminated right above his face. A further piece continued straight down to the floor where it formed the base. "Pretty ingenious, don't you think? Crys, get the tube ready." Kathy walked back over to the full metal enema can and hooked it to a chain coming down from the ceiling. With some effort, the teacher's aide managed to heft the heavy, waste filled canister into the air.
Crystal, in the meantime, had gone over to one of the carts and picked up an amber colored rubber hose. The tubing was about six feet in length and was just about the same diameter as a 25-cent piece. She quickly slathered some lubricating jelly onto one of the ends, rubbing the slick coating on the first three inches of the tube. She then resumed her position behind Chris' back and, after Rebecca slid the plastic shield backward a bit, began inserting the colon tube inch by inch into the boy's intestines. "Aren't you glad I loosened you up a bit first," she asked the distracted boy as she continued to thread the hose into him.
Christopher could feel the tube squirming it's way through his insides. The boy felt more helpless and exposed than ever before. Bent over upside down, with his ass cheeks spread apart by the positioning of his legs, his asshole fully open to these three women. Now that he was aware of their plan, he knew the horror that awaited him as the girl finished inserting the tubing up to the four-foot mark. As Crystal wiped off the excess lube from around the boy's anus, creating a tighter fit in his anal ring, Rebecca leaned in close to her brother's face.
"Please don't think of this as a punishment, Chris. In fact, you've been very good considering what's about to happen. I'm very proud of you and I know that with all the enema practice I've put you through, you're going to perform admirably. I am sorry about earlier though. It was my hope that by cleaning you out first, you'd have more room inside you and be less messy when you released. Unfortunately, I didn't think it through to well and it seems I made it worse for you by using the laxative. I apologize for that."
Crystal joined her, kneeling down on the other side of the boy's head. "Did you tell him the original plan?"
"No," Rebecca replied, "you can if you want to though."
Crystal smiled, a warm caring look that took the boy's breath away. "At first we were just going to hook the colonic tube directly to one of your plug gags. That way, when you couldn't hold it any more, you would feed yourself directly." The boy tried to say something through the ring, but only an unintelligible gurgle came out. "I know, it would have been less messy, but after some heated debate, we decided that route would deprive you of certain motivating aspects of this test. The explosive public expulsion, the smell, the feel of your waste on your face, and the taste of it as it fills your mouth, all would have been lost." The girl was breathing rapidly now, obviously aroused. "I don't envy you. However, you can avoid all that by simply holding it in. If you can manage to reach our preset time limit, you'll be able to walk away from this without having to endure all that."
"That's the plan Chris," his sister said, "what do you think?" The two women watched as he shuddered in response. The revulsion of what they were going to force him to do spreading through him like a wildfire. "Now keep in mind that if you do release, if you absolutely can't hold the enema any longer, the contents of your bowels are going to build up pretty quickly in and around your mouth. Odds are your nose will clog up and in order to breathe, you will have to swallow."
Rebecca was interrupted by Kathy's arrival with the enema can, which she moved along a ceiling track until it was hanging above and just behind the boy's exposed rear. Kathy then fit a hose to the beer keg like spigot sticking out of the side of the open top can, ran the hose into one side of a small box, then attached the colon tube to the connection point sticking out of the other side of the box. An electrical plug coming out of the box was then fit into an outlet on the nearest wall. "Since this is going to be a very deep enema, we're going to help gravity a bit with this pump. It will ensure that every drop of what's in this can gets forced into you."
"Okay," Kathy said, "everything's set here. Rebecca and I are going to hook up the video camera and recorder. Crystal, you start his enema and help him through the filling process."
Christopher watched from his skewed vantage point as the two women walked over to the recording equipment situated on a table facing his head. He knew that once positioned, the camera would see and record everything that took place from his ass to his face. Suddenly his view was blocked as Crystal stepped in front of him. He felt her doing something by his genitals, her touch causing his restricted cock to quiver. She quickly unhooked the ring that held his bent penis in place, allowing it to dangle free. The semi erect member flopped forward causing a new wave of discomfort to hit the boy as his embedded catheter shifted. "Just stay still a second sweetie, I need to roll this condom over your shaft and then we can start." Crystal fit the tight rubber covering over the boy's penis, ensuring that it covered the clamped tip of the catheter as well. "There now," she said as she sat on her knees in front of him, positioning his head securely between her knees, "I've never done this with a catheter in place. But the rubber should help me with that, not to mention those metal bands." She sat straight up on her knees and reached for the pump. With one hand she snapped open the retaining clip on the tube entering the box, while with the other, she fed Chris' rubber encased shaft into her mouth.
Christopher groaned into the girl's thighs as the thick liquid began flowing deep into his insides. At the same time, Crystal began sucking his cock, orally manipulating him until his bound member strained to erect. His frustrated penis served only a mild distraction as the immense volume of waste continued to flow back into his body. Crystal sucked madly as the can reached the halfway point. The boy's distended stomach was now stretched past any of his previous limits. As the flow slowed, Crystal began withdrawing the colon tube inch by inch, allowing the foul enema to fill every nook as it was withdrawn. Realizing the boy could no longer be distracted by her attentions, Crystal released his penis and turned to the task of operating the pump. The fluid had slowed considerably, and she knew the pump was now necessary to complete her task.
Chris was relieved when the tension on his penis stopped, but the result was now he was completely focused on the enema. He saw Crystal turn a dial on the box, heard a low hum, and suddenly felt as though he would explode as the now active pump sent a new surge flowing into him. Filled beyond anything he'd ever experienced, the nauseated boy fought back an urge to vomit as more muddy liquid was forced inside. He felt the tube moved out a bit more as the humming became more intense.
"Turn the pump to full and let's get the last drops into him," Kathy's voice came from right behind the girl. There was a sudden, sharp pain ripping through the boy's guts even as the humming reached it's maximum and only vacant sucking sounds could be heard from within the metal enema can.
Delirious from the intense cramping, Chris barely recognized his sister's voice, "How does it feel knowing you've taken a full two gallons little brother? I am so proud of you. Now all you have to do is hold it as long as you can. Remember what'll happen if you don't."
Crystal stood up and moved behind the boy as the two other women pushed the plastic shield back into place. Once they were done, she yanked the remaining length of colon tubing out from the boy's rectum with a quick jerk. Christopher almost lost it right there, but the severity of what would happen forced him to clench his anus tight. "Good boy," Crystal said with glee.
Wave after wave of excruciating cramps passed through the boy as the ladies tidied up. It took them just seconds to remove everything from the camera's field of view except Christopher and his predicament. His need to evacuate was beyond anything he had ever imagined and he could not help but wonder what would happen if he blacked out from the pain. He realized that in doing so, he would undoubtedly release and could quite possibly drown in his own waste. Judging from the smiles on their faces, Chris realized that these women had rigged this so that he would be forced to suffer the full effects of the expulsion.
"Okay ladies, let's leave him to his task," Kathy said as she ushered the women towards the staircase. "Good luck, Chris!" They called back in unison as he heard them climb the steps and leave the basement. He heard the door slam and barely made out the sound of the lock being engaged. Through his pain and need for release, the boy tried to focus on keeping his asshole clenched as tightly as possible. He stared at the little red light glowing at the top of the video camera. He knew they would watch this, see his humiliation and suffering, and that thought enabled him to strengthen his resolve despite the endless cramps that wracked his bent and twisted body.
He had no idea how long he had endured this torture. He only realized he must have dozed off, or passed out, for just a second. He realized this as a trickle of his enema fluid ran down his face. The brown, stinking slime just missed his mouth as he was shocked into a wide-awake state. But the damage had been done, and that little release opened the floodgates as another cramp seized his insides. A gush of thick fluid exploded from his rear, hit the plastic shield and promptly fell all over the boy's face. Mortified, Christopher tried to blow the offending semi solid sludge out of his mouth. But, with the ring gag in place, he could not muster the ability to do that. Trying desperately to keep from swallowing, Chris released even more of his waste. His face was promptly covered as he tried not to vomit from the smell and taste. His eyes were covered, no longer able to see the taunting red light that was recording his suffering for posterity, and his nose was rapidly clogging. Knowing there was no longer a choice, the need to breathe surpassing his revulsion, Christopher mustered his resolve and swallowed the contents of his gaping mouth. He managed to gulp in a huge breath despite enduring the foul taste that was moving down his throat. Pleased that he hadn't vomited, Chris resigned himself to his fate as he once again lost control of his bowels.
The next day, Christopher was being forced to endure yet another showing of his performance. It was the third time in a row the woman had watched it, all snuggled on the couch. Chris was tied hand and foot, sitting in a chair, and gagged with his inflatable plug. His chastity device was in place once again, and his dildo had been inflated to its maximum. Not satisfied with his ability to hold his two gallons for just over an hour and forty minutes, the girls had decided that more enema training was necessary and had filled him with two quarts of hot soapy water prior to sitting him down for the viewing. They had also attached the eye clips, forcing his eyes into an always wide-open position, just to ensure that he was watching the video. He squirmed in his bondage, both from his enema and his dry, burning eyes, knowing that the expulsion scene was rapidly approaching. Once again the women laughed and cheered as he suffered the indignity of his ordeal all over again.
Finally tiring of the repeated viewings, the women removed the boy's eye clips and bound him to his bed for the night, not bothering to allow him to release the enema he had now held for over six hours. Grateful at least for the plug that held the liquid inside of him, he nonetheless squirmed from the cramping as his sister and Crystal entered his room.
"I have some great news," Rebecca said, Crystal standing behind her and smiling like the cat that had swallowed the canary. "Kathy and I are going out of town for a couple of weeks for a lecture series. Crystal has volunteered to watch over you while I'm away."
Christopher was shocked at the thought of being left alone with this beautiful young girl. "Don't worry Chris, I'm looking forward to taking good care of you. And as long as you behave, you won't have to worry about your punishments being too harsh. However, I have some great ideas for new experiments we can try, just the two of us."
With a wink from Crystal, the two women shut the light and left the room, leaving the boy to suffer his retention enema and wonder exactly what the girl had in store for him. Once again, his restrained cock tried to erect as his thoughts drifted to being alone with, and at the mercy of, Crystal.