Scenes of the Great Female Takeover pt. 2

At the Institution for Non-submissive Boys, a new boy is about to receive his first treatment. To warm him up, the ladies are going to give him a series of ModiCum-fueled forced orgasms. "Inverse pleasure", as the drug's effect was known, as intense as it was unpleasant - each one more so than the last. While one woman mercilessly strokes his very sensitive cock, two others stimulate his nipples for added sensation. Strapped down, the lovely young thing is utterly defenseless in the hands of women averaging twice his age.

When he cums, as he inevitably does, he can't help but struggle desperately. Squirming and whimpering as the women keep playing with him. They giggle at the intensity of his struggles, admiring his beautiful naked body as it spasms and convulses helplessly. Even through the gag, his hopeless begging and pleading is obvious. He desperately wants them to stop, thinking he can't take it. Yet he doesn't yet know it will only get worse from here on. And not just the orgasms, as this really is just a warm-up. Even as the three women keep stimulating him, two others are readying the tools for what comes next.

A smile on her lips, Beth worked the boy's stiff cock. He loved the feeling of it in her hand. She took great pleasure from his whimpers and involuntary twitches. They always tried their damnedest to resist the inevitable, drugged like this, feeling the very unpleasant climax building. Yet the harder they resisted the sooner they would cum, and the more intense it would be. It was beautiful.

She admired the sight of his utter, restrained helplessness. Such lovely body and face, and a nice cock too - just the perfect boy. He had better be, as Beth had personally chosen him from the Institution's extensive database of potential young male subjects. She was happy to say that he was even lovelier in real life, and he pictures alone had been enough to make her wet. And because of that, he was here now. Committed. To be treated against his will. Until declared otherwise, property of the Institution.

In other words, the absolute hottie was looking at months of relentless abuse and torture. Free for the staff to do with whatever they pleased, whenever they wanted. The thought really gave Beth the fuzzies.

His internment had followed the standard procedure. Picked from his school at the middle of the day by the Institution's private security officers. No explanations give, as none were owed to him. Brought here. Stripped, his whole body shaved and washed. Then left for a couple hours in the waiting lobby. His nipples clamped. Restrained in an uncomfortable position. His anus impaled. Spread out for any women to see who happened to come around: to see and to touch and grope at will. Driving it home that he was now shared commodity, devoid of agency.

No, these women were most likely anything but his dream girls. And what they intended for him he would not enjoy one bit. But in their eyes he was absolutely gorgeous, and they could not wait to start on him. He was theirs now, and there was nothing he could do about that.

The wall facing him had had strategically placed screens of security footage from the treatment rooms, showing other boys getting worked on. To build up his feelings of fear and desperation. One of them a recording of a particularly lovely session, with the audio turned on. That boy's sensitivity to stimulation had been epic, his lovely reactions legendary. The audio had his amazing cries amid the sounds of the tools used on him, and the laughter of the women working them. Beth, like everyone else, had absolutely adored that boy. Unsurprisingly, the year he had spent year he had been their most popular customer. But, sadly, eventually they'd had to let him go. Still, his hopeless noises of pain and panic were simply the perfect tool for striking fear into a new boy's heart, with the clear implication of the things that awaited him.

After a suitable waiting period, the boy had then been released and taken from the lobby to the treatment area. Walked by a leash attached to a collar, gagged, with his hands uncomfortably restrained behind his back, a spreader bar between his legs. The way the boys were were taken from place to place here. To emphasize to them their position.

He'd then been led to the treatment room. The heavy door closed behind him. The loveliest look had come in his eyes then, enough to send a shiver between Beth's legs. As he had taken in what he saw. The room, the restraints, the tools that were going to be used on him. The women, smiling as they eat up his beautiful young nakedness with their eyes. Such terror! Such desperation! Absolutely sexy!

Then they had strapped him down. Given him the drugs. And began.

And it had been barely five minutes when Beth had started to stroke his cock, once the drugs had taken effect and he was fully erect. And now she felt the cock star to twitch in a way that always only meant one thing. He came.

"Awww," she said as he twitched, cum shooting out. "Good boy! *giggle*" She of course did nothing to slow down, if anything squeezing his cock tighter. "Good boy," she cooed.

The women loved his increased struggling, continuing to stimulate him through the intense orgasm. Examining eagerly the expressions of agony on his pretty features. Laughingly mocking his fevered begging. "Stop? Stop? *giggle* But we haven't even started on you! You'd better save your strength for what's next. Then we'll really have some fun with you!"

"Aww, you're not going anywhere. *laugh* You're stuck here for us to play with all we like. And you best believe we like it a lot!"

*Laughter*

The boy kept entertaining them. His whimpers were just so arousing!

Another woman, Steph, was done setting up the last tools for the boy's actual treatment, plugging in the final electrical device. She then came over to play with his balls. the woman loved balls as much as Beth loved cocks. Together they were always quite the pair.

Then the other, Anneke, finished with final touches, blowing out a match used to light some special candles. The woman then walked to the head of the table, and smiled down at the frantic boy. The straps around his head kept it firmly in place. With that easy smile, Anneke pressed on long-fingered hand over his gagged mouth and with the other pinched his nose so no air could go through. She revealed a mouthful of perfect teeth at his panic over this. "You can stop breathing until you cum for us again," she said.

No doubt it was the panic that almost immediately led to him cumming again. This time he reacted even more intensely, yet far from as intensely as he yet would.

"Oop," said Anneke. "That's too soon! *laugh* Bad boy, no breathing for you!" And she kept suffocating him.

All five women on him now, the boy gave them such a satisfying show. He struggled, and he struggled, and he struggled, and he cried, cried, cried. Periodically denied breath and consciously and mercilessly stimulated. Who knew how many times they would still make him cum.

"Such a cry baby," said grinning Steph, squeezing his balls. "Can't wait to actually get started on him."

They all shared that sentiment. These first moments with a new boy were always the best.

Why were they doing this to him? Simply because they wanted to, because they could. Everyone knew that the purported mission of the institute was just an excuse. The boy's only crime was being young and extremely good-looking. And the staff here was eager to keep punishing him for that, over and over again. That he had done nothing to deserve it only made it better for them. The innocent were simply the best victims.

They continued the orgasm-treatment a while longer. It was just the perfect primer for the meticulous cock and ball torture session to follow. The first of many, many he would yet be subjected to.

This was, after all, where boys were broken.