His name was Robert Cohen. He was tall, dark and handsome. She noticed him at the grocery store. She estimated that he was twenty-two or twenty three years old. He was perfect for her. His hair was short, just longer than one might find in the military. He had sideburns that were trimmed neatly and ran the length of his ear. The rest of his square and masculine face was covered in a short but thick layer of stubble. He was dressed conservatively, in a striped polo shirt and jeans with a nice belt and shoes. The shirt hugged every inch of his torso, accentuating his young and healthy musculature. The store was cold, and his nipples were hard. She could see that they were perfectly placed, on either side of his large pectoral muscles. As she looked up from behind her magazine to see him, she felt as if she were on safari in Africa, and that she had seen the most beautiful specimen on god's green earth. He was now her prey.

She left her grocery cart and followed him home. He lived in a residential part of town that had decent homes. As he parked his car, she kept going noted his address. A woman, perhaps his wife or girlfriend was waiting for him on the front porch with the door open. The house was almost empty, Carol noted. Like any good hunter looking for the perfect animal and having found it, Carol would have to wait for the perfect shot. And she found it.

She waited six months, had his house, phone, and car bugged. This was expensive, but no problem for one of the top surgeons in the state. She learned a lot about Robert. He was a virgin. The woman was his fiancée', and they were evangelical Christians. They were about to get married, and then they would consummate their marriage. They wanted lots and lots of babies. They were very conservative, but Carol knew that this young man, with all of that testosterone pumping through his veins every minute of they day was sexually frustrated and fighting his own biology. It would make her domination of him, the true domination of him, even more sweet.

Their two families had gone swimming out at the lake, and Carol found her opportunity. But first, she watched. She had never seen Robert with his shirt off. He was magnificent. His shoulders were broad, his arms were huge and muscular. His chest was wonderfully hairy, and his nipples were the size of half dollars and surrounded by hair. It ran in a trail to his navel and then down bellow his baggy swimming trunks. All that testosterone, Carol thought, will make me a beautiful child. He excused himself for the restroom. Carol went in first before anyone could see her. She pulled chloroform, a rag, and a needle out of her purse. She put the chloroform on the rag and stood behind the door. He walked in, and the door nearly hit her in the face. By the time it closed, he was standing at the urinal. She nearly fainted. She crept up behind him and grabbed him from behind, holding the rag over his nose and mouth. He bucked like a wild animal, easily picking Carol up on his back as he tried to get away, but it was useless. He sank to the floor like a corpse. Carol locked the bathroom door and filled the needle with a powerful mix of barbiturates. She pulled out a cell phone and called one of her fellow doctors, a young man who absolutely adored her and shared her love of kink. He would bring a rented car around in case anyone saw.

She flipped her prize over on his back. His genitals were still hanging over the edge of his trunks. She pulled the trunks up to cover them. No need in spoiling the fun early. She looked at him. His breathing was labored, his big chest slowly moving up and down. She felt like she had taken down a huge elephant. She ran her hand up his trial into the thick chest hair. Not bad not a twenty two year old, she thought. This was the kid who was shaving in the eighth grade. Hard to believe he was able to control his urges for so long. She straddled him and wrapped a piece of elastic rubber around his upper arm and injected him with the contents of her needle. He started to moan, but he was quickly out again. For good measure she bit his left nipple to ensure that he was out. She realized when she could taste blood that indeed, he wasn't waking up anytime soon. With the blood still in her mouth, she kissed him.

She and her fellow doctor, Jim, loaded him in to her basement. They had been collecting overstock medical supplies for years for use in their little dungeon. Once Robert was laid out on a table, Carol removed his trunks and asked Jim to prepare a cath. They disinfected his groin area and lubricated his urethra by holding a bottle of KY directly against his slit and squeezing it, ensuring that it went straight down inside him. They inserted the catheter and drained him of his urine and then removed the catheter. The next step was to cleanse his bowels.

They kept him unconscious for three days. He was strapped to a large wooden table spread eagle. He was wearing nothing but boxers and vital sign monitoring equipment on his magnificent chest. He was cathed, and was set to survive on protein pills for long periods of restraint. Carol and Jim had left him sexually unmolested. She was ready to bring him around, but first she blind folded and gagged him. He started to come around. When he stared to writhe against his restraints a few minutes later and his breathing became erratic and his vital signs jumped, she new it was time to talk. Jim watched.

“I want to have your baby. You are a beautiful male and I want to dominate you. Fight against it all you want. It makes it more fun.” He immediately screamed through the ball gag. His head lifted up off of the table, every muscle in his body tense, and he screamed through the gag. It was muffled, and his saliva ran down his face and was projected all over his body. His stubble had grown a lot in three days, and she again admired the masculinity of her catch. “Will you have consensual sex with me?” She asked him, leaning near to his ear. He screamed again, and his head fell back and hit the table. He continued to breathe hard, like a bull. He shook his head. “That's what I wanted to hear.” She said. She then stuck her tongue in his ear. He jerked away but she followed. “Jim, get the DVD player.”

The DVD player was for personal use, and was worn by the user who looked into the helmet at the screen. They took off his blindfold and quickly put the contraption on his head. The headphones where built right in. Jim pulled out a pornographic DVD. The straight kind with lots of heterosexual sex and put it in the player. At first Robert just watched, but upon realizing what it was began to writhe again. His torso lifted up off of the table as he tried to free himself. Carol reached into the opening of his boxers and pulled out his now expanding penis. It was still cathed, and she un-inflated and removed it. Robert moaned, and precum came flowing out. He was rock hard now, and unable to even relieve himself. Carol was sure he had never watched porn before, making the hormones flowing all the more alarming for Robert and his virgin mind. He began bucking and humping the air like a stud horse. Carol straddled him and began to kiss his chest and neck. He was moaning and screaming with each breath. Carol felt like she was on top of a wild animal, and she wanted him. But she would wait. She asked again- “Will you have sex with me?” Loudly and forcefully to get through the headphones, and Robert shook his head, screaming. Jim excused himself for the evening, and Carol set up an IV for Robert as he continued to watch the film. It was two hours long. Two hours of pure torture.

Robert awoke feeling pressure in his anus. He struggled, but was quickly worn out. He felt something covering his ears, and he couldn't hear. He was blinded by the blindfold and he was still wearing the ball gag. Someone pinched his nipple, hard. He just wanted to escape, to be with his bride to be. He loved children and wanted many. He wanted to save himself for her. He knew he was attractive and could have whomever he wanted, but he wanted a simple life. He was torn from this train of thought when the pressure in his anus began to vibrate. Carol put a vibrator in his ass. And their she left it as she went to work. Robert was alone with a vibrator and nothing but his own thoughts for twelve hours. She new he would fight it, and that gave her all the more pleasure. Any real man would. She injected his IV with an anti-anxiety medication for good measure. Maybe he would break with the help of drugs.

Robert was sexually frustrated. He had a rock hard erection from the vibrator. He was subjected to two hours of porn with no relief the day before, and he had been strapped down in the same position for five days. Then the drugs in his drip hit. He let go, and simply began to enjoy the sensations.

Carol arrived with Jim that night to find a pool of precum on the table beneath Robert's now soft penis. He had passed out. Jim drugged him so that they could move him into a bed so that he could get some rest. It was short lived however. Robert woke hours later to find himself strapped into a gynecologist's chair, again with the heart monitoring equipment attached to his chest. But this time he could see, and he could see his penis. The IV was gone, and his mind was clear, but he was still gagged. He heard someone approaching. Carol and Jim entered, pushing a tray of medical equipment. He began to panic. The heart monitor went through the roof. He didn't know what they were going to do, but he knew it couldn't be good.

Carol and Jim were going to give Robert a vasectomy. It was actually Jim's specialty and he got off on doing it. Carol admired this man strapped to her chair. He was scruffy, and hairy, and a man. He was still fighting to escape. She new he wanted kids, and she would deprive him of that. He had had his chance to surrender, and he never did. Jim began cutting into his manhood, the source of all of his manliness, and Robert almost began convulsing. There were no pain killers, and Robert would have to suffer through the whole thing.

Carol strapped a dildo around Robert's chest during the operation, and began to fuck the dildo on his chest. He responded by getting hard, and she distracted him from the pain. He was having a hard time breathing as she had timed her motions with his inhalation to cause him even more distress. He was trying to plead with her to leave him a complete man, but he was just making noise and drueling from behind the ball gag. Carol knew what he was trying to do however, and she laughed right before she had an orgasm. She collapsed next to him in the chair. “I am still going to have your baby. There is still sperm in your prostate gland, and it's mine. I will be the mother of your only child. And there is nothing you can do about it.” His eyes rolled up in the back of his head, and the operation continued. Jim was on his second testicle now, and removed it roughly from its sack. He yanked up up, and Robert yelped. Jim tied an insanely tight knot in the cord, one that would permanently prevent a reversal of the operation. Robert was crying by this point. He was sick to his stomach, and his six pack abs were contracted tightly at the pain of a vasectomy. He passed out and his body finally relaxed. Jim sewed his sac up.

Robert was still erect. “Jim, get the cattle prod and lube it. I'm fertile and we are going to do it now.” She said. Jim left. She stripped off her top and revealed her still plump breasts to Robert who was coming around now. He was rock hard now. “You are a virgin, and I am going to take that from you. Deny it as you may, you are going to like it. Resist your urge to ejaculate, and we will force you to with a cattle prod. There is nothing you can do, so you might as well surrender.” She said seductively. She had straddled him, and she reached around the back of his head to remove the gag. She immediately thrust her tongue into his mouth and kissed him passionately, he tried to get away, but finally he kissed back. His heart rate went up again, and she held onto his hairy face tightly as they kissed. Her hands moved down to his chest and she touched his soft nipples and all of his chest hair. He was sweating, and this turned her on even more. She stopped kissing him. His head dropped back against the table. “See, that wasn't so..” she was interrupted by the fact that he spat in her face. “Defiant to the end!” She said as she kissed him again.

“Mistress, we are ready.” Came Jim's voice.

She lifted herself up and lowered herself on Robert's penis slowly. He was gagged again, and was sobbing. He was overwhelmed with the feeling of his member entering her body. He wanted to buck and hump immediately, but resisted the urge. He didn't want to pump his last load into this woman who was raping him. She was going to take his seed and raise his child. It was rape in reverse. He would never have kids, and he knew it. His testicles ached so much, and they were already swelling.

“He is resisting. Let's deny him an orgasm in the process.” Her breathing was labored, as was Robert's. She was nearing orgasm, and so was he. He was doing a good job of resisting and might not even orgasm anyway. “Insert...the...cattle...prod.” She said breathing heavily in between humps. Jim lubed the prod and inserted it into Robert's still exposed anus. Robert's eyes were clenched tightly shut, as Carol told him “NOW!!!” The prod was activated. Robert's masculine and tortured body arched. His back lifted up out of the chair against his restraints. His pelvis shot forward, and Carol felt the tingle of electricity as well as the last and only fertile load Robert would ever pump into a woman. They both collapsed onto one another. His only seed was now inside of her, and she removed his gag and kissed him deeply. His broad hairy chest raising and lowering more normally now, and the heart monitors returned to normal. She had dominated this man without permission. She had tortured and raped him and deprived him of his duty to impregnate his wife. She rubbed his chest tenderly, and she thanked him.