The next morning I was ordered to report to the nurse’s office. I assumed that the reason is to tend to my still tender testicles. After Carla’s hit last night, they developed significant swelling, and they ached try most of the night. In the morning I had to be very careful during the shower not to hurt myself anymore.
Nurse’s office was in the basement of the dorm. I knocked, and heard the voice allowing me to enter. This was not the first time for me to be here, and it is always in connection to some painful event in my life here. Last time I was here because severe flogging that one of mistress administrated on me.
Nurse told me to shed my clothes and to sit on exam table. She was older woman, and she did her job with no empathy towards me or any other slaves. She thumbed try the notes on her clipboard, than ordered me to stand up. With that, she proceeded to perform physical on me. Even with her rough handling, my body responded and my cock started to rise. She was done in less than five minutes, than she left, leaving me to stand buck-naked in her office. My cock was at full mast again, begging for some attention. After several minutes have passed, she came back, followed by another woman.

“That’s him” nurse nodded her head towards me, like I was piece of furniture. She jotted down some notes in my chart and than she left. The other woman sat behind the desk, thumbing try my medical history. When she was done, she stood up and approached me.

“I’m Samantha Jones. I am urologist, and I was asked by Fiona to form a plan of action for our event. As far as I can see, you are healthy, which is good. Since this is going to be a very specific situation, I will follow your progress and try to figure out the best way to get this done. I already contacted your trainer, and you will start to exercise five times a week. Ms Fiona wants you to be in the best shape of your life for this. Your trainer told me that in six to eight weeks you should be ready. I also have an exercise program specifically designed for your genitals. You need to strengthen your penis muscles, since they will be responsible to maintain proper rigidity of your organ. Now, lets get some measurements done”
With that, she turned and grabbed a measuring tape from the desk. She proceeded to measure length and circumference of my organ, as well as dimensions of my testicles. Than she very carefully measured angle under which my penis was standing towards my abdomen. She seemed a little concerned with that, and after some thinking, she called nurse back in and ordered her to summon Fiona in. After almost one hour, she arrived. In the mean time, Samantha was going try some magazines, obviously bored, not even looking at me. My erection finally subsided, but my balls were still very full and painful. Finally Fiona arrived.
“Hey Sam! How is it going? I’m sorry I couldn’t come in here sooner, but I had to dispatch some servants to that convention that is in town tonight. Is there a problem with our subject?” she said, looking at me sharply.
“No, everything is fine, but I need your input on some issues. I see that he has not been milked in more than month. Than might present a problem on stage. He might discharge himself when we don’t want to, making a big mess of the whole scene. What are your thoughts on that?”
“Well…are you suggesting that he should be castrated? We could do it right here, even today” Fiona suggested.
“Hm, I don’t think that would be a good idea. He will still retain some seminal fluid in his prostate, plus that will probably decrease his testosterone level to the point that he wouldn’t be able to achieve proper erection.” Samantha continued.
“You are right….what do you suggest?” asked Fiona.
“I think that he should be milked out. The sooner the better, so that he can be full and horny again for the event, but not in dangerous manner.”
“Ok, that should be no problem. We can organize that at any time”
“Good. Than, I see other problem: his penis is nice and straight, but it is pointing upwards. I am not sure will that be an issue or not, but I would prefer if his cock would be horizontal.”
With that, she grabbed my cock, and started to manipulate it, explaining to Fiona the issues that my erect penis was causing.
“See, if you hit it while it is standing naturally, it will have tendency to slide upward, and the strike will be ineffective. But if you point it down so it is horizontal-” she pushed my penis down “-it will be in straight line with rest of its connective tissue, allowing maximum efficiency of the strike”
She was holding my penis at very uncomfortable position. I could see that Samantha must press considerably down my on my erection to make my cock level. Plus that made it send waves of pleasure try my body, making me squirm. She noticed that, and quickly released my cock, making it jump and slap against my abdomen. She wiped her hands from my precum with disgust.
Fiona was thinking about it for a second. 
“Sam, I would like to have absolutely no restrains on him. I want this to look as naturally as possible. As he is volunteering himself for this, which is true, more or less. I don’t want to see another BSM scene, with straps and chains left and right. I want him to be free-standing, so that it clear that his hard-on is the only thing that is making this happen” Fiona finished, thinking out loud.
“Well, we might have to work around that. You can tether a fish-line right behind his cock head, so it can be pulled in proper position. Or we can vacuum-pump him so it will draw more blood in it, and that will pull it down with its own weight. The trouble is, in that case, his erection will not look natural anymore, and it would be obvious that it is bloated from the pump” Samantha finished.
Both of them were looking at my straining organ, not even paying attention to me. To them, this was a problem that they needed to solve, and neither of the solution was pleasing to them.

“Maybe we could insert a small cock-ring underneath…and than tether the fish-line” Fiona was thinking out loud. Samantha nodded her head
“Yeah, I think that is good idea…we must be sure that cock ring is small enough not to interfere and not to be too intrusive. Plus, we must be sure that it will not injure the hitter” Samantha finished.
“Yes but it wouldn’t look natural anymore, remember? I want this to be as clean as possible. And what if the cock ring cause rip in the cock head? That will be a huge mess!” Fiona was shaking her head.
“Yes you are right…we’ll have to figure something out,” said Samantha.
I was still standing there being completely ignored, like the whole situation is none of my concern. They were more worried about not injuring the hitter’s hand than what would happen to me. And they were talking about possibility of cock ring ripping my most sensitive tissue! Let alone that this whole idea was to destroy me as sexually capable male, at age of 19, when my hormones were raging through my body! To them this was a new game that no one has tried before. This will be the latest talk in the hair saloon, or over the casual dinner. How they destroyed young stud, at the prime of his sexual life!
With that, I was dismissed and ordered to report to the gym. Trainer was already waiting for me, with list of demands from Fiona. He was not confident that he could make me into what they had in mind in such a short period of time. He laid everything on his desk, and went over with it with me. Fiona had obviously in mind to make almost bodybuilder out of me in less than two months. List was stating parts of my body that I was supposed to develop for the event. Chest, shoulders, lats. Then just quadriceps, She underlined that demand. I guess she was pleased with my abs and arms, since that was not mentioned on the list. Immediately trainer started to work on me. After almost three hours, with sweat pouring from me, he was done with me. I took a shower and went to the kitchen, where one of older eunuch has prepared meal for me. It was pleasant change from usual gruel; evidently they wanted me to have high-protein diet.
In the afternoon I met with the Samantha again, this time in the gym. Rests of the slaves were cleared from one corner, where I was ordered to be naked again, while she was training my penis. The training consisted of different methods of her pushing and pulling on it, with intermittent punches to my balls to keep me from coming. She would place palm of her hand in front of my cock and ordered me to push with my hips while she was pushing it back. This was going on for a couple sessions, but then she got disguised from all the precum that was flowing from the tip, and ordered me to do the exercise with 80 lbs punching bag. My cock was sliding left and right on the bags surface, leaving smeared precum but she looked pleased with that. After almost one hour, she let me go. I could barely walk; my body was aching from strenuous exercise, my balls were sending waves of dull pain into my abdomen, and my cock was covered with blotches from her rough handling. I slowly walked back to my room and went to bed, knowing that this was only the beginning.

The next morning instead going to the gym, I was sent to the main house on the estate. With apprehension, I entered the large ballroom, where I found a crew of dozen people, setting up what looked like a film set. Immediately I started to tremble: this cannot be it! They said that I needed to prepare myself, to strengthen my body and my penis. Why are this people setting up a stage? It cannot be for me – is it someone else that they plan to destroy today, so I can watch what is going to happen to me?
With my mind full of questions, I approached Fiona, with my head properly bowed. It took her a while to acknowledge my presence.
“Ah, Bryan. Finally.” She seemed irate. Than she clapped her hands and a tall brunette approached her, with clipboard in her hand.
“Sandra, this is Bryan”
Girl glanced at me, almost in disgust. “He looks horny. You sure he’s going to behave? I don’t want any risky situations for my staff and my equipment.”
“He’ll behave…or I’ll cut his nuts off myself,” said Fiona, stabbing me with her gaze
“Good. Now you“ –she nodded her head towards me- “Take all of your clothes”
I did as I was told, and she furrowed her eyebrows at me.
“He must be clipped. I hate this much pubic hair” With that, Sandra snapped her fingers pointing for me to follow her. This was my first time in large ballroom, and I felt uncomfortable following her around like a puppy, stark naked, with everybody around being completely dressed. She went to adjacent room, and called her assistant.
“Marsha, clip this….thing of his to civilized norm. It is disgusting,” she pointed to my pubic hair. All slaves had to have their pubes trimmed neatly, but obviously she wasn’t pleased with mine. Her assistant, women in her 50-ties, came to me with clippers and started to trim my pubes, with boredom on her face. She manipulated my penis left and right to get all of the hairs trimmed neatly, and soon I was getting aroused. She seemed like she didn’t even care that my cock is pointing into her face, while she worked the trimmer around its base. When she was done, she sent me to bathroom to wash rest the hair off.
When I was done, I came out, only to find out Fiona furious.
“Who allowed you to use facilities in my house? You animal! How dare you! Disobedient slave! I should tear your pathetic cock off myself instead doing all this! You will be punished for this behavior after this is finished” With that, she stormed away. Now I knew that I’m in trouble.
Sandra came to me and pushed me towards the set. There were several cameras arranged around twin bed covered with dark nylon sheet. Crew was still setting things up, setting the lights and testing the sound. Sandra led me to near by table, where she ordered me to stand still and started to assembly some strange electrical machine.
While I was standing there, Fiona and Carla came by.
“Good, we are almost ready,” said Fiona.
“Wow, I never seen one of them this big” said Carla, pointing towards the machine.
“Yeah, I asked Sandra to bring the big one just for him. See, it is not for human use…it is for large animals! I had my doubts is it going to be too cruel to use it on him, but after what he did this morning, I am willing to turn the power on myself!” said Fiona, still enraged.
“I haven’t seen this setup yet…Sandra, can you explain this machine of yours to us?” asked Carla.
“Sure…this is just a large version of electro ejaculator. It works on the same principle as the normal ones, but since this is for cattle, I need to adjust couple things here. This probe goes into his anus; I had to rewire smaller probe, since I cannot fit the large one in him. Then the lumbar and abdominal pads are too big, so I am switching them to clear, less visible ones. They are going to discharge into his prostate, making the sure that we got everything out. Finally, power output had to be switched to “low” settings, since he is not as big as an actual bull. He has almost no body fat, so that would be entirely too much for him. I should be done here in couple minutes” finished Sandra.
So that what it is! They are going to make me cum with electricity flowing try my body. I cringed silently. That machine is cruel and painful method to force the male to ejaculate. I couldn’t understand why they need to use it at all, since my balls were aching from being so full with sperm.
“Yeah, that will be perfect. I want every drop of his filthy semen to be out of his body so he can stop acting like un-neutered dog” said Fiona, looking at my engorged penis. 
Soon everything was ready, and Sandra started to prepare me for my ejaculation. She cleaned with alcohol a place on the small of my back, and placed one of electro ejaculators contact patches there; then she moved in front of me, and started to swab with alcohol a spot on my abdomen, right below my navel. The smell of the alcohol and her gentle motions got into my head really quickly; my breathing started to be rapid and shallow. She placed another patch on my abdomen, making sure that it is firmly attached to my abs. Then she ordered me to bend over, and soon I felt that she is inserting something in my but hole. It was the anal probe, the one that it was supposed to deliver jolt of electricity and make me cum. I was allowed to stand up. My cock was fully erected, painfully straining upwards with head flaring from being engorged with blood. 
“There, he is ready,” said Sandra.
Fiona and Carla were talking to each other in low voice, pointing toward my genitals, and obviously agreeing on something. I could see Carla’s eyes widening in excitement, and than her nodding her head. I was wandering what was that all about.
Then Fiona came to me, and in very low and menacing voice said: ”Listen you disobedient bastard…you are going to cum for us and make it good. This is not for your pleasure and don’t get any ideas in your head that I’m being lenient. Do not make any noises while you are doing it. I am only allowing this because Carla wanted to see how much you can cum after not being milked for a month. So make it worth it”. With that she turned away from me.
The stage lights came on and cameras started to roll. Everybody was ordered to be quiet.
Sandra ordered me to go to the stage and kneel on the bed. Then she handcuffed my behind my back, making sure that wire from anal probe is not in the way. Then she put a dog collar on my neck and tied it with the rope with my handcuffs, making sure that my back is straight and that I cannot bend forward. She looked at me and deemed that I was ready for the show. My cock was straining in front of me, and my chest was heaving from my ragged breathing. I wanted to cum so badly that I didn’t care anymore how they are going to do it. My balls were so full of sperm that they were tingling and bouncing in their sacks. I could feel that precum is flowing freely from tip of my penis. Then I heard Carla’s footsteps, as she approached me slowly from behind. She circled me, looking very authorative. She placed her hands on my shoulders, looking down my body towards my straining cock. Then she started to explain to future audience:
“This is one of our worthless slaves. He has not been allowed to cum in 42 days. Today we are going to make him cum…” – she smiled viciously in one of the cameras- “…our way.” Then she walked away. Her voice made me tremble with horniness. My nipples were standing on my chest and I could feel sweat beads forming on my pecs. Then I felt very faint tingle somewhere in my abdomen. It felt like somebody was tickling my belly from inside. The feeling was shifting, from front of the abdomen to somewhere in the back. I realized that they are testing the probes. Then, without warning, the power was turned on.

 I felt a searing bolt of lighting spearing me from inside, sending so much pain try my lower abdomen that I couldn’t inhale. My body contorted against restraints as my muscles were dancing in electric current. I could only see flashes of light in front of me as electricity was singeing my internal organs again and again and again… I couldn’t breathe. All I was feeling was my body convulsing in long spasms that were so strong that I thought that my muscles were being torn from the bones. I must have passed out from pain for a brief second.

Next thing I remember was trying to inhale. I was fighting for breath. My lungs were struggling for air and finally, I managed to gasp air in small, ragged breaths. I still couldn’t see very well. My abdomen was crimped in the painful knots. The pain in my stomach was telling me that what happened was serious infliction to my body. I was still kneeling on the bed, with my hands tied behind my back, but I could move my head. Than I realized that Carla is holding me by my shoulders. She must have cut the rope that was tying handcuffs to my dog collar. If it wasn’t for her, I won’t be able to hold my self and I would fall off the bed. Several minutes passed. I slowly regain my vision and normal breathing. I could hear Fiona ordering me to get off the bed. I shakily obeyed, almost falling off. My legs were buckling underneath me and I felt very weak and nauseated. Fiona pushed me towards the floor and told me to lie down and than she walked back towards the bed. I could see that there is whole crew looking on the bed cover. They all were pointing in different directions, up and down the scene, shaking their heads. Several women were scooping something from the bed cover, and feeding each other, laughing and smearing over their faces. I realized – it was my sperm that they were using as dessert. Even Fiona had fascinated look on her face. She looked at me, and than came over to me, focusing her gaze on my testicles. She kneeled down, and took them into her hand, rolling them and squeezing them in her hand. I could only let my head fall to the floor from exhaustion. I heard her murmur: “Unbelievable…”

Carla also came to me. I could see her boots as she stepped next to my head. Then she ordered me to get up. I shakily obeyed and stumbled upon my feet, still hunched over from the pain that was radiating in my abdomen. She grabbed my chin and forced my face up, to look at her. 
“You did good, my boy…” She said. “Now I want you to bring me some of that milkshake over…I’m hungry”.
I stumbled over to the bed, as the crowd let me through. Then I saw the bed spread: it was flooded with my semen, from bottom of the bed to the top. My sperm was lying in large chunks, with milky streams spreading in long ropes all across the bed. I could see that even the floor behind the bed was splashed with my ejaculation. It was enormous amount of semen, and I couldn’t believe my own eyes. I pulled my hands behind me, not realizing that I was still handcuffed. I turned around and looked at Carla.
“Do it with your mouth,” She said, with grin on her face. I kneeled down next to the bed, and started to slurp my own semen in my mouth. Then I staggered back to my feet, careful not to spill anything from my mouth. It tasted tangy, with salty chlorine taste. It made me even sicker in my stomach. I came back to Carla, who grabbed hear on the back of my head and forcefully planted her lips on mine. It maybe looked like a kiss, but she was sucking my sperm from my mouth like a vampire, biting my lips. At the same time she grabbed my balls with her other hand and started to roll them and squeeze them vigorously, making me cry out in pain. She kept her lips on mine, not letting me inhale for the long time. Finally she let me go, looking at me and hungrily licking her lips. I could feel that my upper lip is bleeding.
“Aaahhh…you taste so good my boy…maybe I should have some more of your flesh” With that, she leaned into me, and took corner of my pectoral muscle, along with my nipple into her mouth. She bit hard, sucking at the same time. I could feel her tongue circling wildly around my nipple, while her sharp teethe were biting into my flesh. She let me go, licking my blood from her lips and walked away, finally satisfied.
Fiona approached her and I could hear her say: ”See, I told you that higher voltage would be more fun”. That’s when I realized that they switched the power on the machine back to the setting for a 2000 lbs animal, not for 180 lbs young male. I was wondering what kind of internal damage they have done to my body. I looked down towards my genitals: my cock was now limp, but not deflated. My testicles were sending painful waves into my body. I could feel them swelling rapidly from all of the abuse that they have endured. But more so, I could feel throbbing sensation from inside my lower abdomen setting in. I was sure that most of the damage that electric current made was actually inside of my body.
I was finally released and I limped slowly back to my room.

End of part three

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