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 The 'Blue Balls' Dossier -----------------------

   A vignette in the Cuntanamo Bay scenario 20110708 SensoryOverlord

   Part 2



   CASE STUDIES

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   Her subjects range in age from 14 to 25, and none are fitted with MPAs.
Their participation in her studies is involuntary and indefinite, at the
pleasure of the DHM.

   Of her approximately 50 subject males, only five ever have their devices
removed.  This group have theirs removed once a week and are then
stimulated to a series of normal orgasms over a 24 hour period to verify
responsiveness post-removal.  After which new units are inserted and
seminal volumes replenished to maximum capacity to test continued
effectiveness of the seminal seals.

   There is one further use of the applicator.  When attached, it connects
to three small capillary tubes that run to the ends of the two balls
residing in the seminal vesicles, and the intra-prostate surface.  These
can be used to measure pressure in the glands, extract fluids from them, or
add fluid to them.  They seal when the applicator is detached.

   All subjects were fitted with their devices under general anesthetic,
and any subsequent applicator reconnections are done the same way.  None of
the subjects have any idea what has been put inside them, although the
sensation of the object within the prostate is distinctly noticable when
clenching lower pelvic muscles.

   But they certainly feel its effects!  Almost all develop full erection
within moments of waking from the anesthetic.  Within hours, they are
visibly experiencing a whole new dimension of 'blue balls' desperation to
ejaculate.  The only difference their individual will power makes, is
determining how long they can last before submitting to the standard
humiliating acts they are informed is the only way they will be allowed to
orgasm.  They are kept incommunicado from each other and never informed
that orgasm will not achieve relief.  Usually they are unrestrained, except
for standard no-contact penis and testicle cages that allow erection but
make any kind of genital stimulation impossible.

   The culmination of the self-humiliation to echieve orgasm, involves
placing their feet in receptacles on the floor, which then lock their feet
in place.  After which a pole with a phalic prostate stimulator rises
between their legs, which they must guide into their anus.  The pole has a
cross piece to prevent over-insertion.  Once in place the tip of the
penetrator vibrates against the prostate, but stops whenever pelvic
thrusting or anal clenching are detected and for one minute after they
cease.

   The effect of achieving orgasm for the first time with the 'blue balls'
device in place is remarkable to watch.  Onset of orgasm is already
intensified due to the stimulation of the prostate from within and without.
Subjects usually realise by the second or third contraction that no
ejaculate is being expressed, and the internal pressures are not
diminishing.  As each prostatic contraction relaxes, fluid that should have
transfered to the urethra 'backflows' to its origins in the upper seminal
vesicles.  The sensation of this occuring is intense and results in a
strongly intensified reflexive next contraction.  At the same time the
urethral peristaltic contractions are meeting resistance in the beaded
surface of the urethral insert, which is pushed downwards somewhat until
further movement is prevented by the anchoring effect of the seminal
vesicle side extensions.  Thus the urethral contractions rythmically
massage the lower seminal ducts, producing a perception of massively
boosted seminal urgency, that feeds back into the orgasm and strength of
ejaculation efforts.

   The inexperienced subject thus finds themselves unexpectedly in the
grips of a orgasm far surpassing their norms of prior experience, combined
with a dismaying absense of visible ejaculate.  Far from an expected
diminishment of the underlying urgency, there is an overwhelming
intensification of the feeling of need.  Since with standard ejaculation it
is the reduction of 'fluid reserve' that causes the tapering off of orgasm
after sufficient pulses have occured to empty the glands, there is no
tapering off with this orgasm.  The orgasm simply continues, often even
rising in intensity as second-order effects such as increasing mobilisation
of fluids in the glands produces changing sensations, and the subject's
mind grasps what is happening to them and their inability to materially
alter the situation.  Even the shock of finally realising that the orgasm
seems to be continuing without letup in most cases has a further
aphrodesiac effect.  In a few cases forms of panic or rage at helplessness
appear, but rarely are able to bring the orgasm to a halt since both 'fight
or flight' reactions tend to heighten sexual responsiveness.  A more common
psychological response involves dawning comprehension that the orgasm will
not achieve release of their fluids, nor relief of their needs, both of
which will therefore continue to accumulate for as long as their sexual
administrator wills.  Almost universally, this comprehension of the
certainty of prolonged sexual urgency results immediately in an reflexive
heightening of ejaculatory effort and orgasm intensity, as if the body
desperately attempts to deny what the mind is learning.  It is not unusual
for subjects to lose consciousness at this point, and remain comatose for
several minutes.  Regardless, the ejaculatory cycling continues and
subjects wake to a continuing orgasm.

   The subject's pelvis is held relatively immobile by the anal pole, and
the erection is fully exposed within the penis cage.  The cage also holds
the penis in place via the central urethral penetration rod that extends
from the apex of the cage down into the shaft of the penis.  Thus the
subject's ejaculatory contractions exhibit solely as length extension
pulses, causing the glans to slide upward on the rod penetrating the
urethra.  The rod is graduated in millimeters and a locking marker stop is
provided for absolute reference.  As normal with axial-rod penis cages, the
marker stop has a conductive face that contacts the glans if the penis
reaches the stop position.  This can be used to electrically sense erection
to the stop position, or to apply an electrical stimulation or punishment
signal to the glans at this event.  For instance, setting the stop just
above flacid penile length, and a painful voltage on the contact, is a
reliable erection and nocturnal emission inhibitor.  Setting the stop at
the length achieved only during ejaculation allows logging of
orgasm/ejaculation, or shock-spoiling of orgasm.

   Orgasm typically continues for some minutes, invariably accompanied by
frantic exclamations and clutching at the penis cage in futile efforts to
achieve manual stimulation of the erection - as if that would make a
difference to ejaculatory success.  Once orgasm tapers off (the process is
generally a gradual diminishment, since there is still the original
unrelieved tension) and the subject remains motionless for long enough to
trigger the anal pole's post-orgasm counter, the vibrator's timeout
interval begins.  Once completed, the prostate stimulation vibrations
resume.  Since without ejaculation success the male body does not begin a
refractory period, and the underlying urgency and arousal is only slightly
declined from the orgasmic episode, a new episode is quickly achieved.

   In most cases the internal stimulation of the prostate by the 'beaded
tube' is enough to produce very strong arousal but insufficient to directly
lead to orgasm on its own.  The presence of the balls in the seminal
vesicles is not perceived directly, only as an abstract urgency to
ejaculate.  As fluid release is completely blocked by the balls, this need
builds up over time as seminal fluid pressure accumulates.  Waking and
nocturnal spontaneous erections become more common, with only mild negative
correlation with frequency of orgasm sessions, since orgasms do not relieve
the pressure.  Nocturnal 'emissions' begin to occur, however of course
these fail to produce ejaculate due to the Blue Balls effective mechanical
blocking of ejaculate release.  As with waking orgasms, they are prolonged
and at first usually wake the subject.  Eventually most subjects
acclimatise to these orgasms and sleep through.  By the time nocturnal
orgasm frequency has increased to occur in virtually all REM sleep
intervals, subjects are usually able to sleep through the majority of them.
Morning erections of course become more intense, and waking to an extended
morning orgasm becomes routine

   It has been found that the seminal vesicles enlarge adequately and
without damage to accomodate growing fluid volumes.  They do not bear
against the urethra and so do not present a urinary obstruction hazard,
even if the Blue Balls unit is removed.  Prostatic fluid accumulation seems
to be more self-limiting, with some enlargement that tapers off and ceases
over time.  With very enlarged seminal vesicles there is a slight reduction
in full bladder volume, and some perception of 'massaging' sensations as
the bowel moves stools against the swollen glands.  By this stage,
erections tend to be nearly constant anyway, however it has been noted that
where lower bowel activity coincides with a flacid penis, the 'massaging'
produces erections.

   Long term subject groups that are given the choice of receiving orgasms
or not, mostly choose to receive them despite the absense of relief
subsequent to orgasm.  Subjects report that although the aspect of
perceived deperate frustration of thwarted ejaculation during orgasm
increases over time in proportion to the rest-state need for relief, the
experience of orgasm is still a positive pleasure.  It also provides a
temporary variation on the ever-growing rest-state need for relief, which
becomes such an intense mental torment that subjects will do almost
anything to escape it.  Experiments with use of varying electroshock via
the penile guide shaft end stop have demonstrated that many subjects will
even endure orgasms combined with up to quite intense pain, to achieve
temporary relief from the rest-state frustration.

   One group of five test subjects, curently aged 15, 16, 18, 20 and 25,
are fitted with Blue Balls units used to extract and replace prostate and
seminal fluids separately.  In this study, the subjects are provided with
live-in female sexual companions (MPA libido enhanced) and encouraged to
have intercourse as desired.  No penile cages are fitted but masturbation
is forbidden and monitored for.  Once a week the subject's seminal and
prostatic glands are totally drained via induced orgasm and suction, and
the volumes measured.  Glandular fluid volumes are then replaced to varying
extents with inert equivalents.  Fluid volumes and additives are varied for
shorter term studies.  Questions such as: - What is the maximum rate at
which the glandular volumes can be increased without harm?  A: about four
times faster than by natural fluid accumulation, provided extremes of
behaviour attempting to achieve sexual relief are acceptable.  Instances of
repressurising the seminal vesicles to 25% over their previous maximum
(moments ago) produced in all subjects a state best described as 'frantic
rut' that lasts for days with few breaks for food and sleep.  Constant
erections, hairtrigger orgasms that continue for hours with any slight
genital contact, and vigorous agressive sexual demands on their partners. -
Quantified analysis of seminal production rates, given various
secretion-stimulating additives to the replacement media, or dietary
supplements.  - Effects of delivery of aphrodesiacs, erection stimulants
and penile growth hormones via seminal infusion.

   The DHM is currently evaluating Blue Ball fitting as an option for
court-imposed penalties, by itself and in combination with other forms of
restraint and corporal punishment.

   Private use: The potential to certify and market Blue Ball fittings in
special cases to sexual wards as prescribed by their guardians is also
being explored.  Where MPA installation is not suitable for whatever
reason, yet a high degree of sexual control is still desired, Blue Ball
units may provide a solution.  It is noted that as seminal fluid emission
cannot occur there is no potential risk of masturbation as defined in the
Moral Purity Act, since male masturbation is defined as autonomous
self-stimulation culminating in productive ejaculation.  The same logic
applies to situations where there could otherwise be risk of unlicenced
public sexual acts - without productive ejaculation, there is by definition
no sexual act.  Males fitted with Blue Balls may therefore be exposed and
comprehensively exercised under the standard public nudity licence.

   Provision for extended denial of male ejaculatory relief in special
circumstances already exists in the legislation.  It is permitted in cases
where the DHM has received written application from a guardian stating the
reasons, the application is approved, and bi-monthly medical check-ups are
conducted during the period of denial.  The application process could be
easily adapted to include an option for Blue Ball fitting on approval.

   Potential Blue Ball target groups consist of those unwilling or unable
to participate in the MPA program, for religious, legal or medical reasons.
Some examples:

   - Aspiring and working professional athletes, since international
sporting rules forbid all bodily augmentation technologies.  Even prior MPA
fitting, then removal is now considered to disqualify athletes in some
sports, thus persons wishing to enter these fields must forego MPA fitting.

   - The Amish, who as a group support the principle of moral regeneration
of America, but do not allow the personal use of electronics or similar
technology.  Which rules out MPAs and related devices such as the iPurity
tablet used for MPA configuration.

   - Persons with biochemical incompatibilities with the MPA technology. 
There are three known genetic profiles that result in bio-interface
difficulties with current MPA revisions.  About 0.04% of the USA population
fall in this group.  Future improvements are expected to reduce and
eventually eliminate such problems.

   - Some categories of Defense and Intelligence personel.  Specifics of
the categories are classified.  In general the objections bear on potential
electronic subversions, identity and presense broadcast, consequences of
trauma or capture, and implications of event logging.

   Small scale public trials are underway, and proceeding without negative
incident.



   Case Study #1 Narrative ---------------------- The following reviews one
of the DHM public trials of the BB-X03.  It is presented in the form of a
narative, written by a DHM staff erotica writer based on various factual
documents including hypnotic regression sessions of several of the
participants.  This format is chosen for efficiency of reader
comprehension, and also to better support the department's commitment for
the Sexual Richness doctrine.  The subject is an Amish youth, Roy C Bowman,
who is the only son of his widowed mother, Sarah Bowman.  At the
commencement of this narative Roy was 17 years old, and Sarah was 38.

   - - -

   It is a short-notice Amish community meeting.  Bearded elders seated
along a bench at the head of the hall, the rest of the room holds rows of
benches of the community members, most in their black best suits and
dresses.  In front of the elders stands a young man, also in formal Amish
clothing though apparently donned in some haste.  Seated in a high backed
wooden chair off to one side is his mother.

   The community leader speaks sternly to the youth.  "Roy C.  Bowman, over
recent years this council has shown you far more leniency than you
deserved. When your mother found you had begun masturbating multiple times
a day at age eleven, Dr Hershberger of the council examined you and found
you suffered from early puberty and unusual penile dimensions, possibly due
to hormonal excess.  Considering which, rather than rule on punishments for
your activity, we advised your mother to attempt to reduce the frequency of
your habit to once a week, while accepting that your actions likely stemmed
from an underlying medical condition.

   When she found it impossible over several years to reduce your habit by
remonstration, this council advised patience rather than chastisement, and
for her to try closer supervision during the day.

   This failed after some further years, when you chose to simply ignore
her awareness of your masturbation, going about it whenever you wished even
with her standing outside the bathroom door demanding you stop.

   When this council responded by providing male volunteers to cane you
after every reported masturbation, and remove the doors of your bathroom
and bedroom to remove your privacy for such abuse, you adapted by
masturbating only during the night, when you thought your mother asleep.

   After about a year of this you became careless in your subterfuge, or
unconcerned that your sound might wake your mother.  Consequently she
endured many instances of standing in the passageway outside your room,
suffering the sounds of your activity and your blase refusal to heed her
demands that you stop.  Even the resulting canings later rarely inhibitted
your masturbation more than a couple of days.

   And so the council suggested you be restrained in bed, and the general
community to shun you.  After less than two weeks of that, it proved
problematical when despite your restraints, you began staining your sheets
almost nightly.  It seems your libido is indeed unusually strong, and
sufficient to produce spontaneous emissions almost daily when more direct
outlet is denied.

   In deference to your mother's washing duties, the council relented
somewhat and permitted you one night unrestrained per week, on the
understanding that you should use this opportunity to relieve your needs at
that time, without punishment, or soiling of sheets.

   Your mother reported that you were abusing this kindness, by spending
most of the night engaging in repeated episodes of masturbation,
ejaculating typically 5 or more times during the night to judge by the
sounds she could hear while standing outside your door.

   The council had to admit neglecting to specify how many times you were
allowed that one night, and had stated there would be no caning for
masturbation then.  However the situation as it stood was unacceptable. 
Thus your mother was required to wait till after your first ejaculation on
those nights, then return to fasten your restraints to prevent further
activity.  We considered it most unseemly that in general she would find
you still erect and already vigorously attempting to reach a second
ejaculation, such that she would have to physically wrestle your free hand
away from your member.  However none were able to suggest an alternative.
You had the temerity to make a complaint that your mother generally took
opportunity to delay her intervention till the very moment before you would
have achieved your second relief.  In the spirit of fairness we considered
your complaint, and although your mother admitted she may at times have
happened to intervene at such moments, we concluded your complaint was
completely without merit, since you were not permitted to even begin such a
second attempt.  Thus the prolonged erection and apparent distress you
suffered at such times were of your own making.

   Despite such minor problems this arrangement finally seemed to have
achieved an acceptable balance.  Under close daytime supervision and on
pain of a caning you abstained from masturbation during the days. 
Restrained six nights out of seven, and achieving comprehensive relief once
on the seventh night your spontaneous emission problem did not reappear. 
Your mother reported that it was evident that under the bedclothes you
exhibited a strong erection each morning when she came to remove your
restraints.  But this is to be expected in a healthy young male who is not
frequently abusing himself.  To a lesser extent, so too are the prolonged
daytime erections she reports you developed with growing frequency over
following months.  The council considered your attitude to have greatly
improved, and worthy of ending your shunning and also increasing your
allowance of ejaculations per week to the maximum of two allowed under the
DHM regulations for 17 year olds, but decided to delay that decision for
another six months given your very poor past attitude.

   Now tonight we have heard from your mother that over two months ago you
adopted a new and exceptionally outrageous behaviour, that till now she has
been too shocked to report to this council.  You began frequently removing
your clothes and going about the house and farm naked and flagrantly erect
in the presense of your mother.  This in itself was beyond the bounds of
acceptable behaviour since you did this of your own choice rather than at
your mother's instruction.  This behaviour also offends due to your poor
mother having been without sexual companionship since losing your father to
a tragic accident when you were five.  She confessed to this council that
your actions strain her willpower severely, and have re-awakened cravings
that tormented her in the early years of her widowhood, during which she
has striven to remain faithful to the memory of her dear husband, and
observant of the Moral Purity Act's provisions regarding single women.  She
has only today reported her original observation that your erection is
considerably above average in size; bigger even than your father's.  She
has admitted her own desires raised by the sight left her too conflicted to
report the situation precisely when you began these irresponsible and
selfish actions.  She had only mentioned that she knew you were having
daytime erections.

   Until today, when she discovered you engaged in beastiality with a sow
in the barn.  You had been going about your farm chores in the habit you
had developed, naked and fully erect.  You had gone to the barn to feed the
livestock.  Your mother happened to go there unexpectedly, on a hunch that
you had seemed particularly aroused, as she had observed your penis shortly
before to be pulsing slightly, and with a pronounced discharge of clear
lubrication fluid.  This condition was becoming routine in the day or two
immediately before your scheduled weekly relief night.  She suspected you
might be tempted to masturbate in the barn.  Instead she found you on your
knees behind a sow in heat, thrusting your erection repeatedly into the
animal's sexual organ and apparently nearing the moment of orgasm.

   She confesses that this sight both shocked and strongly aroused her,
nearly to the point of fainting.  Nonetheless she was able to act quickly
to pull you from the animal before you achieved your intention of
ejaculating into the beast.  She dragged you to your bedroom and fixed you
into the restraints, then called for an emergency community meeting.  Two
of your mother's female friends volunteered to dress you and bring you
here, and report that when they arrived and while dressing you, your
erection was still persisting, still sticky with the sow's secretions and
scent."

   Roy's head is bowed, and he seems to shrink into himself as these words
roll about the room.  The slow, deliberate voice continues.

   "All here this afternoon have heard the evidence.  All are familiar with
your past behaviour.  The council has only a few questions and one item to
review before delivering a judgement we are unanimous on.  You will now
remove your clothes."

   There is a long interval of dead silence.  Not even a whisper from the
seating rows behind the boy.  Eventually he stutters "I...  what?  You
can't..."

   "I said you will now remove your clothes.  All of them, and promptly. 
Or I shall call for assistants to remove them for you, and you shall be
caned here and now, naked, for disobedience."

   Roy glances white-faced back at the many seated behind him.  There is no
sign of sympathy in the faces, only a mixture of stern neutrality and rapt
attention.  He nervously shifts his weight from foot to foot, looking
around as if about to bolt.  But finding no clear way to escape, he
realises he isn't getting out of this.  As he begins unbuttoning his suit
one of the women sitting nearby stands and comes over, holding out her hand
to take the shed garments.  She stays there, folding each item neatly over
her arm as he continues with his trousers, shoes, socks, and shirt.  His
belt seemed to have been overtightened, as he has to draw in his stomach
and struggle with the buckle before it comes undone.  Down to his
underwear, he hesitates.  Not just from bashfullness...  a thick linear
bulge extends straight upwards from the groin, pushing the plain white
cloth away from his stomach.  Most striking though, is the two inches of
fat shaft showing clear above the elastic waistband of the briefs, a hefty
purpled glans standing directly in front of his belly button.  It clearly
must have been imprisoned under and extending above the trousers belt,
explaining why he left the shirt till last.  The barely perceptible smile
on the lady taking his clothes, given that she's one of the pair that
dressed him and escorted him here, suggests the over-tight belt was no
mistake.

   "Wait, leave those on a moment more, and turn to face the community. 
Let them observe how you came to us here.  And stand up straight!"

   Roy turns, dreading it.  There are several gasps from the crowd, as his
exceptional size is seen for the first time.  A rustle of whispering among
them begins.  Roy's frightened paleness darkens and soon his face is
blush-red, the color working down his neck.

   "Now remove your briefs, and slowly turn around until I tell you to
stop."

   Flushing even darker, Roy slips the garment off his hips and down his
legs.  He seems about to simply leave them on the floor in his distraction,
till the woman beside him clicks her fingers.  He stoops down again, picks
them up and hands them to her.  She adds them on top of the pile over her
arm, walks to the council's bench and places them there off to one side. 
Then she walks back to her seat, while paying close attention to Roy as she
walks past him.  Now his penis is freed, the root stands out around 45
degrees from his pubic mound then curves 'upwards' some more, so the rest
of his shaft which is straight stands nearly vertical, close to his flat
stomach.  The tip of the head is slightly higher than his belly button.  It
bobs stiffly with every movement as if spring-mounted in the nest of curly
dark hair at its base.

   Roy is of roughly average height at 5'9", and though he has well defined
muscles he is still a little thin for his height.  Which makes his penis
seem to verge on impossible in scale.  It is at least 8" long and two
inches in diameter at the thickest point, which is midway up the shaft. 
Both the root and end just below the glans are quite noticeably thinner
than the central portion, making it a kind of elongated barrel shape. 
Apart from the glans, whose scale and shape rival the shaft for attention.
Like a purple misshapen plum, it is easily two and half inches across at
the widest point, with the ridge at the sides and rear flaring out about
half an inch from the shaft.  Unusually for penises, the opening in the tip
is not a closed slit; instead it is pulled open by the blood-swollen bulb,
forming a round hole looking likely to fire a projectile of some sort.  He
is uncircumcised but his penis is so extended that the foreskin is pulled
back tightly, as if he had been cut.

   Still turning slowly, Roy is on his forth turn around before the chief
of the council says "Stop!' as Roy faces the council.

   "Well, you *have* grown larger there since we last saw you.  That was
when you were 12.  I can understand how the sight of that would give your
poor lonely mother some disconcerting feelings.  Now, back to business.  I
draw the council's attention to the state of Roy's kneecaps, which show
dirt stains typical of having knelt on the floor of a pigsty.  There are
also smudges on your thighs and stomach consistent with contact against the
hindquarters of a pig.  You don't deny your mother's accusation?"

   "Um...  n...  no sir." He cannot look the man in the eye, instead gazing
at the floor shamefaced.

   "You had almost reached orgasm, but did not, and had not ejaculated in
the sow or since being pulled from the animal by your mother, is that
correct?"

   "Yes sir." His voice is very small.

   "Was this the first time you attempted sexual intercourse with a beast?"

   "Yes...  I'm sorry sir."

   "Yes or no answers please.  Your permitted one orgasm per week is
scheduled for tomorrow evening, is it not?"

   "Yes. ....  yes sir."

   "You did not orgasm or masturbate at all since your permitted
opportunity last week?"

   "No!  I...  no sir."

   "Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

   "Um..  I...  Please sir, it isn't enough!  Once a week just doesn't... I
can't help feeling...  uh, the word 'horny' doesn't describe...  I feel
horny the next day after having relief, but four or five days later it's
more than horny, it's just...  it's like I'm going to explode.  It's a kind
of pain, like I can't think of anything else.  I don't *want* to get this
erection, it, it gets hard by itself...  and then it won't go away and.. 
and..  it aches and kind of pulses, and then my hips just won't stop
jerking like they want to push it into something, and all I want to do is
find something to push it in, or my hand, so I can feel better.  But now
I'm too scared of the cane to touch myself when I'm not allowed.  Having
blue balls is...  like a torture but not as bad as being caned.  And
clothes rub it and make it worse!  I started taking my clothes off when I
began to get erections that lasted for hours as the week went on, because
that would often make it go away.  But it kept getting worse!  Then mother
saw me naked one day, and somehow...  I was confused.  Thinking of her
seeing me like this, it made me so embarressed.  I wanted to explain to her
how difficult this once a week thing was for me.  But I couldn't make
myself talk about it.  I thought, if she saw what it was doing to me, she
might...  I don't know.  And...  I was so mixed up.  Somehow letting her
see me hard made the feeling even worse, and my erections _never_ went away
any time she was around.  But I....  liked?  it?  Today....  I was near her
with this" (he gestures at his erection) "and I noticed she was sort of
breathing heavily.  I'd never thought about this before, but it suddenly
occured to me - maybe mum is horny too?  I mean, she's not a guy, but girls
get a bit horny too, right?  Then somehow, thinking that, I just got crazy.
I started to think of...  of...  mum, you know...  and my hips started
jerking again, and the feeling got real bad, like if I didn't get relief
I'd go mad or something.  I had to get away from her before I...  I dunno.
So I went out to feed the animals.  And...  I couldn't think.  I just saw
the pig's, um...  uh...  genitals were kind of swollen because she's in
heat, and..  I've seen them mating and they like it so much but she isn't
going to be mated this season and I thought 'the pig is really horny
too'... and I lost it.  Then...  it felt...  I've never felt that before, I
guess that girls are...  um...  uh, anyway...  now it's worse than ever. 
It just won't go away and I can't put that feeling out of my mind and
thinking about it makes me...  uh...  I...  you see?" (he points at his
erection again, which has amazingly gained a little more in length, the
veins standing out in bulging patterns on the surface.  It is pulsing
steadily in stiff upward bounces, and his buttocks are clenching regularly,
thrusting his hips forward to the same rythm.  "sorry...  I can't stop... I
don't know what else...  please forgive me!"

   The council members are silent for long moments, digesting his plea. 
Then the leader clears his throat.  "Hck-hmmm...  Which is more or less as
we understood the situation, thank you for confirming.  Now then...  have
you by any chance ever achieved a spontaneous orgasm while awake?"

   He seems dismayed that this is not over.  "Ah...  I...  no sir, I don't
recall ever..."

   "Good, Then I can assume you are not going to now, so we can continue
without bothering with taking steps to prevent that.  The thing is, young
man, that your once a week ration is *supposed* to be difficult for you. 
The ration was deliberately chosen in consideration of your past poor
behaviour; partly as a punishment, and partly to teach you self control. 
You may have the idea that you somehow have special needs, but I assure you
you're not much different from any young man your age.  A little larger in
endowment, a little higher seminal production rate perhaps, but otherwise
nothing special.  And you have mistaken the whole point of the exercise. 
You don't seem to have absorbed the lessons of America's Fall at all. 
Egotistical and selfish behaviours derived from underlying self-gratifying
sexual drives led to the near destruction of our nation!"

   He pauses for a moment of silence, as is customary when refering to the
haunting memories of the Troubles and their cause.  "Even we Amish in our
distancing from the technological and philosophical follies of modern
society agree on the wisdoms of the Recovery.  In the moral regeneration of
America, the DHM and the Moral Purity Act aim to develop a more selfless
outlook in today's youth.  Partly this is achieved by the moral
guardianship scheme, in which we Amish unfortunately are unable to
participate fully, since our rules against technology forbid the use of
their Moral Purity Assistant implants.  In this scheme, children becoming
adults are taught to accept complete and total control of their sexual
experience by their guardian.  That includes both the pleasures and
frustrations of their needs.  The DHM recommendation is that sexual outlet
be managed in a way that maximises contrasts and ranges of experience. 
Sexual joy cannot be truly appreciated unless its absense has been well
experienced, and vice versa.  The selfishness of self-pleasuring cannot be
comprehended except in the context of receiving and giving pleasure with
others.  Acceptance that one will not receive sexual pleasure or relief
except at the choice of another teaches humility, partnership, and
cooperative social values.  Endurance of the frustrations of abstinence
develops strength of character.  Lastly, mature avoidance of inappropriate
modesty or pride, in neither concealing or flaunting the frequent male
erections and female arousals naturally occuring during abstinence, is a
public affirmation of personal commitment to the moral principles on which
our nation rebuilds."

   "In fact, to calmly and responsibly go about one's daily life and
duties, while bearing without complaint, theatrics or secrecy the
inevitable bodily responses to abstinence, is a powerful statement of
patriotism.  It is a declaration of sublimation of the instinctive sexual
drives and all those selfish desires that arise from sexuality, to the
spirit of social cooperation and mutual dependence.  A spontaneous erection
arising from the urgent pressures of long-denied ejaculation, or the
swollen, dripping genitals of a woman long-forbidden orgasm, when borne
with virtue and patience, are both statements of humble acceptance of the
fundamental ideal that all sexual experience must be received via the will
of another, not taken by the self.  It matters not whether the engorged
organs are exposed in required public nudity, entirely hidden, or revealed
indirectly via tented trousers or stained dress.  What matters is the
spirit in which they are borne."

   Pausing, he, pointedly observes Roy's spasming hips.

   "Choosing on your own initiative to copulate with a pig, and
deliberately flaunting your erections to your moral guardian in the hope of
influencing her management of your urges, was none of those.  You have been
so preoccupied with your own desires, your lazy failure to communicate and
your so-called unbearable discomfort, that you failed to consider your own
mother's needs, or act in any way to help her bear her own cross.  You
thoughtlessly made her life more difficult by parading yourself around with
an erection in her sight.  It apparently never occured to you, that you are
*supposed* to feel horny, even extremely frustrated?  That by DHM
regulations, almost all teenaged boys are kept in the same condition most
of the time?  You think your 'ration' was chosen to be nearly unbearably
difficult, given your unusually developed physiology, and that may be true.
But this somewhat rare 'extra difficulty' is the kind of thing encouraged
under the Sexual Richness Doctrine, which aims to diversify the range of
sexual experiences throughout society.  You appear to imagine that your
sexual thoughts of your mother, and your attempted intercourse with a pig
are your crimes.  Your conceptual failure is deep.  In today's world,
neither of these acts are considered immoral.  Realism accepts that a
sexually frustrated male will entertain sexual thoughts of any woman in his
vicinity, including his mother.  The pig - if your guardian had instructed
you to relieve yourself with a pig, it would be a crime of defiance for you
to NOT do so.  Your real failure was to act as if you were a sexually
independent being, and seek to achieve autonomous relief of the arousal you
had been instructed to endure and maintain.  You were *told* to retain your
semen and to ejaculate no more than once per week.  You were *expected* to
be open in describing the resulting feelings and responses to your mother,
who performs as your moral guardian.  You were intended to learn to place
your entire sexual being at her disposal, to direct as she chose.  If you
were more mature, the situation might well have been reversed, with you
acting as her absolute sexual controller.  You would both have been much
happier like this, but you have displayed none of the maturity necessary to
assume such responisbility."

   Again a pause, still gazing at the youth's struggles to control his hips
and jerking penis.

   "Which brings me to our decision.  We had already discussed this based
on what we understood before you arrived.  Nothing you said changed
anything, so I gather we are still unanimous?" He looks to his right and
left along the table, and all seated there nod assent.

   "Roy C.  Bowman, this council rules that you are clearly in need of
stronger sexual discipline than we have been able to provide.  We will give
you one last chance, before excommunicating you from the church and casting
you out of our community if you fail again.  The terms of your probation
are:

   1.  The duration will be one year.  2.  You are to be fitted with a
simple, passive, no-electronics sexual attachment the DHM has recently made
available for public trials.  We will not tell you the nature of the
device, other than that it is comfortable to wear, is not visible to
external examination, has no harmful effects and several beneficial, and
can be removed at the end of the year.  3.  For the entire year you are to
remain naked, except as required out of doors for extremes of cold weather.
4.  For every moment of the entire year, you are to utterly obey your
mother in every respect, including any instructions of a sexual nature she
may give you.  5.  At all times, you are to volunteer full and open details
of your feelings, thoughts and desires to anyone whenever it seems
appropriate, or you are instructed to do so.

   You can now choose - you immediately leave our Amish community, or you
acccept.  If you accept you will be escorted directly from here as you are,
to a DHM sexual health clinic where the appliance will be fitted promptly.
It is painless and you will be brought back here tomorrow.  One or more
Council or community members will personally review your progress in weekly
meetings, starting with your scheduled relief opportunity tomorrow night,
which will be a full community meeting like this.  Now, what is your
choice?"

   Now Roy's mouth falls open in shock for the first time.  The man's last
comment seems to crowd out everything else he'd said.

   "Whuu....  To..tomorrow I'd be...  I'd have to...  you mean I'd...  with
everyone...?"

   "You'll be required to masturbate to orgasm, naked, in front of everyone
present, as tonight.  Yes.  Don't bother explaining to me how much of a
problem this is for you.  It's *meant* to be a problem.  Your only input is
whether you think you can overcome it.  Heh...  Over *come* it....  heh
heh. Oh, that reminds me.  It's implied that your mother may instruct you
to obey instructions from others, and leave you in their care at times. 
All part of the deal.  Your choice?"

   He stands there silently, his mouth hanging open in shock, suddenly even
more apalled by his own nakedness and the uncontrolable twitching of his
erection.  He tries to imagine being here in the same condition tomorrow
night, and having to wrap his hand around his erection, then stroke himself
to orgasm with his entire community observing.  It's...  unthinkable.  And
yet as he tries, he's confused to feel his internal muscles clenching into
tight knots, pressuring even more blood into the organ till it feels like
some kind of iron bar attached to his crotch.  As if the idea excites his
body even more!  He's never felt it so intense, so hard, the need inside so
urgent.  He's astonished to realise he would do it right here and now, if
he was permitted to.  Even knowing what kind of a spectacle he'd make of
himself.  He's never been able to orgasm silently, and this has been his
undoing so many times as his pants and groans and threshing hips brought
unwanted discovery.  Other times...  those nights he knew his mother was
standing outside in the hallway, listening.  He'd always found a strange
thrill in this, and would extend the session as long as possible, bringing
himself near to the peak several times, panting and groaning, then backing
off and waiting till the imminence of orgasm retreated enough to begin
again.  He'd thought of it then as a kind of defiance of her spying on his
mandated relief sessions, but now he thinks back he realises doing this had
excited him too, for reasons he hadn't understood.

   In a sudden revelation, accepting the implications of what the elder has
just said, he understands.  His mother was being aroused by his actions! 
It simply hadn't occured to him before.  Not consciously at least.  But now
he understands - subconsciously he must have sensed it was exciting his
mother to listen to her son masturbating, so by drawing it out as much as
possible, he was deliberately teasing her to greater excitement, and this
in turn was why it thilled him so strangely.  In this flash of
comprehension he imagines masturbating right in front of her, in daylight,
where he can watch her reaction.  Which...  is what the elder said would
happen tomorrow night!

   Suddenly the prospect doesn't seem so bad.  In fact...

   "Uh...  I...  I'll do it.  What do I...?"

   "Good.  A wise decision.  I'd say you won't regret it, except I'm
reasonably sure you WILL regret it at times over the next year. 
Eventually...  you'll be glad you did.  Now, gentlemen, if you will take
him please."

   The elder nods to the rear of the hall, and an odd trundling noise
begins.  Roy glances back over his shoulder, to see two men in dark suits
wheeling something that looks like a metal clothing rack up the central
isle.  He doesn't recognise them, which means they might be the DHM people
mentioned.  Why are they bringing a clothing rack?  On second thoughts, it
isn't quite...

   There's a low base about two and half feet square, mounted on solid
castor wheels.  From opposite sides two solid metal poles rise, leaning
inwards.  They terminate at about shoulder height in two deep and padded
'U' shapes.  On both poles several undone straps hang loosely, fluttering
with the vibration of the rolling castors.  They reach him before he
reaches any conclusion about this thing, and then there's no more time to
do anything.  They literally pick him up by the arms, and place him on the
stand, with the U-shapes hooked under his armpits.  In a continuous
movement they bend down on opposite sides, grab his ankles and pull them
out sideways to the poles, and wrap straps around his ankles.  The straps
turn out to use wide velcro fasteners, so that whole operation happens too
fast to even think about struggling.  He's still just starting to stammer
"Hey, uh, couldn't I just...  walk...?" as they grab his wrists and do the
same with them and straps that hold his arms extended straight down the
outsides of the poles.  Next they release slide locks in the poles around
waist height, and slide the upper sections up till the 'U' pads are firmly
pressed into his armpits.  The poles get locked again.  Another pair of
wide straps go around his upper thighs just below his crotch, pulling
tightly outwards and fixing his thighs to the poles.  One last pair
immobilise his waist between the poles.

   One of them retrieves a clipboard from a hook low on one pole.  He
approaches the elder and passes him the clipboard, asking crisply "Taking
receipt of one Roy C Bowman, for fitting with product BB-X03 and return
here tomorrow, is that correct?  Please sign at the bottom."

   "Yes, correct." He signs, and moves to pass back the clipboard.  The DHM
man begins to take it then exclaims "Oh, pardon me, I forgot to ask you to
specify the options.  See there, midway down, the checkboxes."

   "Oh?  I had discussed this with them, and thought it was clear.  But to
be sure..." He scans the options.

   Seminal volume [] emptied pre-fitting.  [] post-fitting compensation for
added BB-X03 volume.  [] no volume relief.  BB-X03 volume adds to total. 
[] post-fitting volume boost, to maximum safe pressure.
Exercised: Yes [] No []

   Erection-Ban accessory [] Not fitted [] Fitted, non-removable.  []
Fitted, key-locked.

   Extended seminal emission denial permission request Reason for denial:
[] Discipline.  Other, describe:......  Intended maximum duration: [] Six
months [] one year []Until further notice.

   [] Public nudity permit required, for duration of BB-X03 fitting.  [] I
have read and signed the BB-X03 EULA.

   I am the legal Moral Guardian of the proposed fitting subject. 
Signed_______________ Date_______

   Checking 'no volume relief', not exercised, keylocked erection-ban,
Discipline, duration one year, public nudity, read, he pauses.  "Oh, one
moment, this needs to be signed by the young man's mother." He calls to the
side.  "Sarah, could you step over here for a moment please?" There's a
short delay while Ms.  Bowman walks up to the front.  She's blushing, and
carefully avoiding looking at her naked son strapped into the frame, and
especially avoiding looking at his erection.  The elder extends the
clipboard to her, pointing at the line where she must sign, and offering
her a pen.  She wordlessly takes the pen, and signs, giving back the pen
meekly.  She turns and is scurrying away even before the elder thanks her.
He hands the clipboard back to the DMH courier.  "Sorry about that, and
thank you.  We'll see you tomorrow then."

   The two men grab a strut each of the trolley, and trundle it back down
the isle to the front door of the hall.  They haven't bothered to spin it
around, and so Roy exits backwards.  His erection sways and jiggles with
the shaking of the trolley as the castors shudder over a few rough
floorboards.  Every face in the rows of seats turns to follow him as he
passes.  It seems to him that every eye is focussed on his erection rather
than his face.  He's suddenly very aware that the straps fixing his upper
thighs to the side poles pull his inner thighs wide apart.  Leaving a wide
gap, in which his testicles can swing from side to side, and do.  It
somehow manages to make him feel even more naked and exposed.  As they
casually drop the castors unevenly over the low step at the entrance,
causing the stand and him to sway back and forth abruptly, his erection
waves goodbye to the assembled community.

   His next shock comes as he's being lifted up to the rear of the small
DHM transporter truck on the pallet hoist.  They swing the rear doors open
as the lift is rising, and he discovers he's not going to be travelling
alone.  He gets rolled inside and his stand jolts into lock-points on the
floor against one side of the truck.  On the other side, facing him less
than three feet away, are two naked girls in identical transport stands.

   As the men hop down from the rear of the truck they laughingly call back
to the occupants.  "Girls, say hi to Roy.  He's fresh from fucking a pig,
and seems to be a bit disappointed he didn't have time for a happy ending.
Bye now!" They swing the doors closed, followed by sounds of the catches
being secured.  There are small skylights in the roof, leaving plenty of
light.

   %%%%%

   On arriving at the DHM sexual health facility after dark, the truck rear
doors are opened onto a loading dock.  DHM staff roll away the two girls
first, leaving him alone in the truck for some minutes.  Then someone comes
for him, but before even unclipping Roy's stand he places a jet injector
against Roy's arm and fires.  There's a SNUT!  sound and a sting in his
arm. After that all he can remember are a few snatches of being rolled down
long coridoors.  Then nothing.

   He wakes staring up at bright ceiling tiles and fluorescent light panels
that are not lit, with a feeling of floating, detached from his body,
adrift in warmth.  Turning his head everything shifts disconcertingly. 
Blazing light slanting in windows along one wall, bathing the bed and him.
He clamps his eyes shut again, having looked into the sun.  Morning, the
hot sunlight glaring redly through his eyelids as the world feels to be
spinning around him.  There's a noise of a door opening and some rattling
behind him, so he turns towards it.  This time his vision tracks his
movement much better.  Now he's looking at a cloth curtain, hanging from a
ceiling rail, enclosing his bed other than the window side.  A young nurse
wheeling a trolley with plates of food slips though a parting in the
curtain.  She's very pretty, with long dark hair and slightly Asian
features, but what jolts Roy fully awake is her uniform.  It's not just
skimpy and form-hugging, with a hemline barely below her crotch and a great
deal of cleavage bare, but incredibly, the material is effectively
see-through.  So sheer it's perfectly clear that not only has she no
underwear, but also no pubic hair.  About the only parts of her he can't
see are those hidden by the small DHM crest embroidered on the left front
of her uniform, just above her nipple.  His immediate thought is to wonder
if he has his usual morning woody already, or if not, how many seconds it
will take to pop up.  With his body feeling so floaty when he woke, he
hadn't noticed.  But now it's starting to feel like everything is there
again, and he pays attention to the familiar feeling of bloodflow
filling... and...  wait, what?  There's something very odd about what he
can feel between his legs.  Also he needs to go to...

   "Good morning Roy!  Awake in time for breakfast, good!  Now, we'll get
you sitting up." She interrupts his attempt to identify the strange mix of
unfamiliar sensations he's getting, by starting to pump a footpedal as she
rolls a straddle table up to him from the foot of the bed.  The end of the
bed under his torso rises in a series of jerks to nearly vertical.  He
finds himself suddenly sitting up and the blanket sliding down to his
waist, as a torso-sized cutout in the table fits around his lower chest and
the thing locks in place to the bedframe with a click.  Looking down as she
transfers the plates to the table, he realises that he's naked, at least
from the waist up, and that like this he can't move from the bed, or even
see his lower body.

   The food does look good though and he's hungry, so the matter of the odd
feelings and that he can't see or touch himself below the chest gets put
aside.  But not for long.  He's still on his first mouthful when she
abruptly pulls the thin hospital blanket entirely off him, and tosses it on
the lower shelf of the cart.  He nearly chokes, then manages to get the
mouthfull of scrambled eggs and toast to go down the right way.  "Hkkk...
What?!  But I...?" He'd thought the blanket and the bed-table would cover
what sure feels like an erection, even though the feeling is ...  rather
strange.  He'd assumed that difficulty could be put aside till after
breakfast, and the nurse in her inexplicably transparent uniform was
elsewhere.

   She smiles playfully at him.  "Silly, did you think there was going to
be any modesty here?  In a DHM sexual clinic?  With me wearing this?  Now,
let's get your bladder emptied.  Don't worry about being hard, it won't
make any difference." She retrieves a clear plastic tube that was draped
over the siderail of the bed, and lifts the end up.  He's staring at her
openmouthed, another fork load of egg frozen partway to his mouth, seeing
her all over again now his mind is sharpening up.  She might as well be
naked...  He's grappling with the concept of a nurse in a clinic run by a
government agency, having a uniform like that.  Why?  And why is she
reaching under the table and grabbing...  my...  penis?  He can feel her
touching him, and he's definitely got the pressured-up feeling of an
erection, but...  there's no direct touch, and the whole 'long stiff shaft'
part of the erection feeling just isn't there.  Instead there's an odd kind
of shortened confinement feeling, like his cock is trapped inside
something...  quite small.  That she is holding, and moving about, doing
something with that tube.  He feels a kind of 'click' somewhere about the
head of his shaft, then she has let go and straightened up.  Her nipples
are hard - it's really obvious since the barely-there material enclosing
the stiff nubs apparently has nowhere near the resilience required to
flatten them.  Why is a nurse wearing some kind of stripper's
interpretation of a nurse's uniform?

   "You're wondering why the see-through uniform, I can tell.  Amazing. 
Boys normally think with their cocks, but the one time their cocks could
answer a question right, they NEVER listen to the thing talking.  Now,
you're hooked up to a urine drain, and you can just let go.  I'd advise you
to try and go now, because you're not moving from that bed for a while, and
soon you'll find peeing quite difficult.  She has gripped whatever is
surrounding his penis again, and he feels her give him an oddly ... 
compact ...  shake.  "Why do you THINK I might be dressed like this, Roy?
Now, I've some other patients to see to, but I'll be back.  You think about
it Roy, see if you can work it out.  Those eggs will go cold, if you keep
waving them around like that."

   She takes hold of her trolley again, and wheels it back the way she
came. This time as she passes through the screening drapes she gives the
material a flip, that runs the entire length back into a bunch near the
head of his bed, clearing his view to the rest of the room.  The five other
beds.  All occupied.  He fumbles the fork of egg, dropping it on his bed
table and barely catching it before it bounces off onto the floor.

   The other five beds each have a



   %%%%%%%%%%

   The truck rolls to a stop, and in a few moments the rear doors are swung
open.  The DHM driver climbs up and releases the floor locks on his
transport frame.  Roy barely notices through the daze of the intense
conflicting sensations in his groin.  All through the drive the bouncing of
the van has jiggled the weight of the small metal cup over the head of his
penis.  The irregular stimulation was only slight, but on top of his
feeling like he hasn't come for weeks, it was enough to keep making his
penis try to harden.  Which it can't.  The only result is the strange
pulling discomfort deep in his lower abdomen, that gets worse the harder
his penis tries to erect against the cup.  It's a tomenting and uneven
struggle, between his hornyness and persisting erection, and the
discomfort. The cup wins - his penis stays compressed within a space not
much bigger than an egg cup, with apparently any level of discomfort up to
outright pain available to throttle back his erection pressure.

   The stimulation has been unrelenting for the three hour drive.  Back in
the clinic he'd been surprised to find himself feeling much hornier than
usual, but had put it down to watching the females in his ward and the
erotic proceedure they'd been subjected to.  With his dick held down to a
short stub under the cup,



   %%%%%

   Today the Elder's bench has been removed from the end of the hall.  With
the transport trolley wheeled to the center of the vacated space, it is
turned around so he faces the rows of seated people.  The uniformed DHM
officer locks the trolley's wheels and retrieves the paperwork from the
frame hook as Elijah, the community leader, walks up to them.  Elijah
speaks clearly to the officer, so that everyone can hear him.  "Thank you
for delivering him back to us, and for your consideration in calling ahead
with your arrival time.  That allowed us to gather almost everyone here for
this.  So now, there's the restrainer to remove next, I gather."

   "No Sir, first you must sign the delivery note, then he's all yours. 
Here it is.  There's a notice on the next page to be read out as well.  The
yellow copy is yours."

   "Of course." He accepts the clipboard from the driver, and signs.  He
reads the paper for a while, and does a noticable double take.  A longish
pause, re-reading, then he addresses Roy's mother who is seated in the
front row.  "Mrs Bowman, we'll need you up here too, if you please."

   She stands, uncertainly, and walks towards the group standing around her
naked son strapped in the carrier frame.  Though tryin to avoid staring,
she can't help her eyes dwelling on the small metal dome that seems to
completely contain his penis, pulled tight against his shaved pubis with no
visible means of attachment.  His testicles hand down behind it ormally,
but the small size of the cup makes it look as if his penis has been
disappeared.

   "If you would be so kind as to read out to everyone the notes by the DHM
sexual case officer, please." He hands her the clipboard, pointing to a
location near the bottom of the page.

   Hesitantly, she clears her throat and begins.  "DHM comments and
instructions, regarding Roy C Bowman.  To be relayed aloud to the Amish
community by his mother, Sarah Bowman.  By DHM order 3917261."

   She pauses, glancing at Elijah.  "Instructions?" He grimaces briefly at
her.  "It seems there's a slight complication to the situation.  I'm afraid
you simply must continue.  An order, you see?  They can do that."

   "The DHM has reviewed the case of Roy Bowman, an Amish youth of 17
years. His lack of sexual self-control over an extended period has been
contentious in his community, and as a result he has been subscribed by
Amish community order to the DHM public trial evaluation program of the
BB-X03 product.  His participation period is to be one year, with
extentions possible by Amish community order.  DHM consideration of Roy's
medical records suggested that Roy may have well above average production
rate of both seminal and prostatic fluids.  On his admission for BB-X03
fitting, diagnostics estimated his output is approximately 40 to 50 percent
above average for his age and build.  Under the Sexual Richness doctrine,
the difficulties and symptoms Roy experiences in complying with the
reasonable mandatory emission frequency restriction required by his sexual
guardian (once per week, as recommended by the DHM) are considered
beneficial to the sexual richness of society as a whole.  His persistent
erections and other indicators of high sexual urgency, occur in the context
of his widowed 38 year old mother's own intense n...  needs..."

   She falters to a stop, turning in confusion and embarasment to the
Elder. "But..  this...  I.." The DHM officer cuts in firmly from the side
of the hall.  "I'm afraid you really must read it.  I was instructed to
observe that you did, and report your compliance."

   She's silent for a long moment while considering that.  A rustle of
whispered comments can be heard from the gathering.  Everyone knows
refusing a DHM order never turns out well, and often has quite
spectacularly explicit results.  No doubt more than a few are hoping she
does defy the order, while the rest are wondering what the rest of the text
could be, that required an order for her to read it out.

   Sarah obviously has similar thoughts, for her face develops a strong
blush.  She nervously wets her lips with her tongue, then stumblingly
restarts.

   "Ah...  his...  in the context of his widowed 38 year old mother's own
intense ...  n..  needs after twelve years of the total ...  celibacy
legally mandated for single women.  This situation enriches by diversity
the powerful legend of the mother-son sexual attraction, in which
inescapable natural biological urges come into conflict with old social
taboos, lingering from pre-Fall times.  In the present era this mythic
tension is further developed by the sexual guardianship provisions, and the
potential for single-mother, teenage-son guardianship to...  uh...  r... 
reverse roles by official order once the son reaches sufficient ma... 
maturity."

   She pauses for a moment, seeming to have difficulty catching her breath.
Her hand holding the clipboard is shaking.  She glances very briefly up at
the hall of faces, then drops her eyes back to the paper, continuing.

   "Ah..  uh...  All this forms a background for the long-term imposition
of the BB-X03 on a teenage male of unusually high s..  s..  sexual drive
and above ...  uh... ...  average genital endowment, and the inevitable
results.  In addition, the DHM was informed during discussions with the
Amish community leaders, that Roy's punishment regime would include a
requirement for permanent nudity and multiple daily self-administered
exercise sessions.  The DHM made no comment on these intentions of the
Amish council at that time, since they had not yet been considered by a DHM
sexual guidance tribunal.

   Now the matter has been formally considered by a guidance tribunal, and
the rulings are as follows: On the Amish proposals: 1.  Fitting of Roy
Bowman with a BB-X03 for one year with optional extension - approved.  2.
Roy Bowman's mandatory full-time nudity for the duration of BB-X03 wearing
- approved.  3.  Roy Bowman's public nudity permit request - approved. 
Permit number DHM-PN3719628.  4.  Roy Bowman's mandatory multiple daily
exercise sessions (minimum 3 per day) - approved.

   However the Tribunal was of the opinion that this entire situation had
been poorly handled from the beginning, with an unfortunately narrow
interpretation of the Sexual Richness Doctrine.  Consequently the Tribunal
issues these further rulings:

   5.  All Roy Bowman's exercise sessions to be self-administered -
DISALLOWED.  6.  These rulings to be read to Roy Bowman and the general
Amish community by Sarah Bowman.  7.  Sarah Bowman to be taught how to
remove and reapply the BB-X03 erection restraint cup

   add-on, to be used at her discretion.  It is not to be left in place for
more than two

   days per week as longer periods would cause permanent reduction in
penile size.  8.  Under no circumstances is Roy Bowman permitted to touch
his own genitals at any time.

   Whether erect or flacid, washing, foreskin retraction, urination and any
other required genital handling must be provided by others, being Sarah
Bowman or other females she authorises.  If necessary, restraints are to be
used to prevent prohibited touching both for sleep and waking activities.

   Past methods of caning for violations may be retained.  9.  Roy Bowman's
mandatory 3 per day exercise session stimulations to be applied directly

   by Sarah Bowman whenever reasonably possible.  When not possible, and
for optional extra sessions or general supervision, Sarah Bowman may
temporarily assign Roy Bowman to the Guardianship of any other female or
females aged ten and up."

   She stops, shocked.  "What?  But I...  I can't...  do they mean I...?
..." She looks in confusion to the DHM officer.  He gazes back calmly. 
"The meaning is clear Mrs Bowman.  Do continue."

   She swallows, glancing around helplessly, as if seeking someone to
rescue her.  The hall is dead silent now.  She takes a step back,
aimlessly, then stops.  Staring at the paper, reading ahead.  She glances
once more at the DHM officer, in something like dread with an undertone of
hysteria.  A few more moments of reading silently, then she slowly resumes
reading aloud, slowly and softly, trying her best to keep her voice free of
emotion.  She makes no more stumbles, being well past shock.

   "10.  Most exercise sessions to be applied via hand stimulation of Roy's
penis/erection, by Sarah Bowman,

   while she is fully dressed and without achieving any sexual
gratification whatsoever herself.

   Initiation and duration of stimulation for these sessions at Sarah
Bowman's discretion.

   Other exercises per the medical officer's Maintenance Prescription for
this BB-X03 fitting.

   11.  One day per week, Roy Bowman may specify to Sarah Bowman the exact
manner in which she is

   to provide him the 3 exercise stimulations.  For these sessions she is
to be entirely naked.

   He may specify any form of stimulation or sexual activity that does not
produce physical

   injury.  Vaginal, oral, anal, etc intercourse are for instance
specifically allowed.

   He may choose to allow her to achieve sexual release in the process
herself, or deny it.

   Initiation and duration of stimulation for these sessions at Roy
Bowman's discretion.

   Notwithstanding the role reversal on these days, Roy Bowman is still
forbidden to touch

   his own genitals.  See rule 8.

   12.  Exercise sessions with or without nudity of the BB-X03 wearer are
permitted to begin or

   continue in public places, as their nature excludes them from the legal
definition of

   'sexual act'.  See 'sexual acts' in the Moral Purity Act.  Typically
with BB-X03 wearers

   the exercise process continues for some time after removal of
stimulation, and may be

   greatly prolonged by short applications of 'refresher' stimulation when
the process is

   seen to be winding down.  Studies to date indicate that the exercise
process can be

   safely maintained continuously for all waking hours if desired, and even
through sleep

   where aids to sleep are employed.  See the BB-X03 manual for further
details.

   13.  At any time, Sarah Bowman can apply to the DHM to have Roy Bowman
designated as her

   sexual guardian.  If approved, Roy Bowman could then choose whether or
not to have his

   BB-X03 fitting removed.  He would of course also acquire complete rights
of male guardian

   control and use of Sarah's sexuality.  Since as Amish neither Roy or
Sarah can accept MPA

   fittings, Sarah would need to receive one of the lower-tech long term
birth control methods.

   As her guardian, Roy would make the choice of method; considering for
instance what degree

   of hormonal libido amplification he prefered for her.  He might also
consider non-MPA

   means of orgasm control for her, such as courses of hypnotic
programming, or physical

   chastity device fittings."

   She had slowed down to a complete stop as she finished that.  At 'orgasm
control' her voice had gone very squeeky, then almost vanished off the
pitch scale as she pronounced 'hypnotic programming.' Her long plain gray
dress hid her legs, but the bodily shudder that ran down her seemed to end
with an undulation of her hips and she made a movement that might have
involved pressing her legs together tightly under the material.  She's
definitely breathing heavily, her breasts rising and falling enticingly. 
After several particularly deep gulps of air she continues, now very
shakily.

   "14.  Roy Bowman's first sexual exercise session after his return to the
Amish community, is

   to occur directly these rulings have been read, and must occur in the
view of the gathered

   community.  See items 10 and 11.

   15.  These rulings are final and cannot be appealed."

   She stops, standing limply as if her spring wound down.  The DHM officer
gently retrieves the clipboard from her loose grasp.  He says
sympathetically "Seems the tribunal really decided to throw the Sexual
Richness Doctrine book at this one." He leans closer to her ear, and
whispers, loudly enough that Roy and Elijah can hear him too.  "They hit it
on the head too, didn't they?  I see your nipples popped right up, and the
way you're squeezing your legs together, I bet you are all of a sudden
dripping wet.  If you weren't already." He chuckles softly.  "Ha ha...  Can
you hold out even six months before giving yourself to your son?  I don't
think so!  If he's got any sense he'll tease you mercilessly.  Hey, you
don't need to read this out loud, but there's another bit further down. 
This here.  Read it for yourself."

   He holds the paper up for her to read.

   "Observations from the BB-X03 fitting.  Roy's seminal output is
approximately 40 to 50 percent above average, however records of his sexual
history indicate since puberty he has always had unhealthily frequent
ejaculatory relief, with only recent months establishing a restriction to
one orgasm per week.  This history is consistent with our finding that his
glandular reservoir sizes are relatively small in comparison to his
productivity.  It was noticed that with only one week of reported retention
prior to BB-X03 fitting, his smallish seminal vesicles were tightly full,
in the 'high sexual urgency' range.  Resulting in frequent spontaneous
erections and the ill-judged incident with the pig.  Per the application
form, no seminal volume reduction was performed prior to BB-X03 fitting, so
inflation of the BB-X03 seminal duct plugs resulted in an increase of
seminal pressure into the 'advanced sexual urgency' range.  Persistent
priapism, compulsive desire for relief, spontaneous orgasm both waking and
in sleep, are to be expected.  At this pressure, further seminal production
rate should be reduced enough for glandular volume growth to keep up,
however some further pressure rise is possible before long term glandular
secretion/expansion equilibrium is attained.  Roy will remain an
exceptionally horny young man for the duration.  The standard hypnotic
regression debriefing during his BB-X03 fitting revealed a sexual
fascination with his mother, involving exhibitionism/dominance themes. 
Recall of behaviour by his mother suggests she is strongly responsive to
such situations.

   BB-X03 Maintenance Prescription.  Roy's regular DHM medical checks per
the EULA shall be Monthly and are to watch carefully for glandular growth
related problems, and psychological difficulties due to his high
frustration level.  Roy shall be exercised via provision of orgasm at least
three times daily, with at least four instances per week including vaginal
intercourse for the natural exercise duration, and at least one instance
per week of pre-cleansed anal intercourse for the natural exercise
duration."

   When she finishes reading that she stares into his eyes like a deer in
headlights.  A panting, blushing deer.

   He whispers again.  "Strongly responsive indeed." Raising his voice for
everyone in the hall.  "Well then, now for the restraint cap.  It's very
easy.  Here, kneel down so you can see better." He gestures at the floor in
front of Roy's stand, and holds the position, signaling clearly 'and I'll
wait till you do.'

   Trancelike, she slowly kneels before her naked son who is squirming in
the bonds as if in pain, then looks back up at the DHM officer.  Now he
points closely at the raised opening in the apex of the metal cup on Roy's
pubes while handing her a small thin metal object.  "The knurled ring of
this is a release.  There's a flexible tube going down his urethra from
that cup, which is anchored to the BB-X03 up in his prostate area.  It's
the tube holding the cup on.  He can't get an erection while it's there,
because his dick trying to grow pulls on that tube, and pulling on the
fitted device is _really_ uncomfortable.  The discomfort is enough to
inhibit the erection reflex, no matter how horny he is, so while that cup
is on, no erection.

   You see the tiny hole beside the ring?  Insert this key, which unlocks
the ring, allowing it to turn.  Turn the ring half a turn anti-clockwise,
and the seal at the end of the tube lets go inside.  The thing will come
off, with the tube attached.  You can put it back on - just sterilise it in
detol or something like that, lubricate the tube with KY, and slide it into
him.  He'll have to be soft enough to push his cock down small like that
first.  The tube end will easily match up with the BB-X03 inside him, then
turn the knurled bit back again to lock the connection.  No more erections!
Once the ring is back in locked position, it needs the key again to unlock
it.  So, you try it.  See if you can get it disconnected, pull it out a bit
then put it back and lock it before he pops up an erection.  I don't expect
you'll be able to."

   Since being wheeled into the hall Roy has been listening as best he can
through the mental fog produced by the desperate urgency.  He understands
there's some kind of object attached up inside where he pees from, it's
linked to the cap over his cock, and it really hurts when his cock tries to
get hard.  The conflict between need and pain is excruciating, and the
extra stimulation during the drive felt like it was going to drive him mad.
He'd assumed they would be taking this dreadful thing off him as soon as
they had him strapped up here at the front of the hall.  Then his mother
had been brought up near him, and made to start reading that stuff.  He
recalled that yesterday they'd said he'd have to ejaculate here, which had
made his cock try even harder to stiffen.  The pulling discomfort inside
got so bad he started struggling and twisting as much as his restraints
allowed, and so he missed a lot of what was said.  One part where she
mentioned keeping him in this unbearable thing for a whole year and maybe
longer was just sending him into a panic, until she mentioned something
about letting him have three orgasms a day.  Three!  That sounded good! 
But then she read out that she, his mother, would be the one bringing him
to orgasm!  The pain of his straining non-erection grew even worse from
that point, and most of the rest didn't register through his pained daze.
Something about nudity, him choosing something, sex in public, guardianship
of...  wait, what's she saying?  He'd been hanging in the straps with his
head back, eyes closed with the pain at that point, but manages to focus on
the words briefly.  She's saying he'd be choosing some stuff for her.. 
what...  making her horny, controlling her orgasms?  Huh?

   Now she's kneeling down in front of him!  Are they going to take this
off at last?  Oh please, please!  As she reaches towards his crotch with
some kind of small key in her hand, he does his best to hold still, though
the whole situation is making waves of pain radiate from deep inside in
time to his heartbeat, as each pound of his heart hammers blood into his
compressed penis.

   He feels her click the key into the cup over his sufferin cock, and then
a twisting sensation travelling up inside his urethra.  Suddenly a kind of
'click' inside him, and the cup loses its anchor, sliding the long tube
thing out from inside him.  The relief is instant!  The pain vanishes
completely, replaced by the very pleasurable feeling of his erection
swelling very quickly towards it's full, rigid size.  For a moment he feels
his mother trying to push the cap back down on his growing erection, but to
no effect.  The thing is absolutely not going back in it's tiny prison, by
the power of incompressible liquid.

   Sarah gives up on trying to re-lock the cup in place, and just lets go
of it.  As Roy's erection swells the cup sits around his glans, still
retained loosely by the tube extending down inside his cock, and also
holding his cock head inside it, preventing the glans from swelling to full
size.  The shiny metal cup looks like a blunt nosecone on the rising rocket
of his cock.  In just seconds his shaft reaches its full eight inches,
standing nearly vertical and swinging back and forth with the extra weight
of the metal cap as the boy rocks his hips.  The metal cap slaps against
his belly button on each swing.

   Roy's eyes are closed again, this time with his mouth slightly open in
an expression of strong arousal.  He's just discovered that when it isn't
being pulled hard by the cap, the thing they've put up inside him feels
extremely stimulating.  Every time he tenses his muscles inside, he can
feel the thing's presense somewhere in the area of his prostate.  It seems
to kind of focus and locate the intense feeling of urgent fullness he has
down there, in a way that makes tensing his inner muscles feel like it's
actually massaging his sexual core.  Combined with the feeling of his
erection, it's extremely arousing.  As he keeps tensing and relaxing, it is
almost as if he could achieve orgasm with just that.  It certainly raises
the level of arousal - but he soon realises that the effect is really just
increasing the feeling of 'fullness' so making him more horny.  It isn't
doing enough to actually bring on orgasm, but it's so tantalizingly
close....  He can't help himself, and his hips keep thrusting as he
clenches and relaxes, trying.

   The hall is so quiet that those in the front rows of seats can hear the
soft creaking of the transport frame straps as Roy strains against them. 
After a couple of minutes of the entire community silently appreciating the
spectacle of the youth's magnificent organ straining to come, while his
mother kneels tranfixed and flushed before the sight, the DHM officer
speaks up.

   "Well Ms Bowman, I suggest you remove the cap entirely before
continuing. Just pull it off, gently." She shakes her head sharply,
breaking out of her trance.  Reaches for the metal cap.  When she pulls it
the grip it has on the glans pops loose suddenly and the glans quickly
swells to its impressive size.  She keeps lifting the cap away and about
six inches of the stiffly flexible tube slide out from Roy's urethra,
followed by an attachment point that is a little thicker than the tube. 
The DHM man offers her a ziplock bag, and she drops it in before placing
the bag in a pocket of her dress.

   He continues.  "You'll generally find that his urgency and the
stimulating sensations of the BB-X03 will combine to allow for very easy
attainment of orgasm.  However it's been found that the exercise session
will be more intense, self-sustaining and visually expressive if orgasm is
approached in a series of close approaches and retreats.  This builds a
greater sense of anticipation and need in the subject."

   He's silent a moment, watching Roy's epic erection waving with the boy's
contractions and hip thrustings.  Every now and then the oversized plum of
the glans slaps against Roy's stomach.

   "Of course, with BB-X03 wearers the normal state is not far from orgasm.
It can take some practice to learn the signs of that last small distance of
approach to ejaculation.  See how you go anyway.  Don't be shy.  You've a
direct DHM order to do this, so it _is_ going to happen.  Also...  you know
I don't think Roy really heard that directive point number eleven.  If he
wanted, Roy could specify that right now, and you'll recall...  Better get
started, or I'll decide I should explain that detail to him now.  Much more
entertaining for your friends here, I think."

   Sarah looks aslant up at the standing DHM officer, questioningly.  He
looks like he means it.  Point eleven wasn't lost on her, and the threat of
having Roy fuck her right here, naked, in front of the entire community, is
a powerful motivator.  She reaches a hand to her son's erection, grasping
it lightly.

   "Wait...  move over to the side here.  You're blocking most people's
view of your work there." He indicates a spot to Roy's right, so she can
reach across with her right hand.  She shifts, then takes hold of the
steely cock again.



   %%%

   Roy throws all his strength into thrusting his pelvis forward against
the restraints.  He can feel the most collosal explosion building inside,
as his mother's single tight finger and thumb circle keeps stroking firmly
over a few inches just below the head.  "OooooooohhhhhhHHHHH ohhhhh... 
ohhhhhuuuuhhhhh!  OuuuunnnnHHH!  ARRRGGGGGGGGGGGG!  ARRRRRRRRUUUUHHH" The
orgasm hits as a near-agony of pleasure.  His insides clenching to blast
the first gout of his cum out through his spasming cock.  He feels the wave
of intense pressure blow downwards inside, feels the contraction go out
along his cock.  His eyes are clamped shut, teeth drawn open in his wail of
release.  The contraction passes, with another one already forming.  It's
even more intense - he can feel an even greater pulse of fluids gathering
inside, for the next pumping contraction to force outwards along on the
journey along his ducts.  He can feel the wave of tightness travel into his
cock, and imagines the spray of thick fluid his mother must he seeing fly
from the round hole at the end of his cock.  This is the most intense
orgasm he's ever had!  He draws a gasping intake of breath, to cry out as
another spasm drives ecstacy into his brain, even stronger - as if there's
an increasing amount of his semen in reserve, each pulse responding to a
greater starting pressure in the ducts and vesicles that started out so
full.  He yells in the grip of it "UuuuuuUUUUUUUUAAARRRRRRHHHHHHhhhh!" and
is still in the thoes of that when the next pulse begins.  It's the equal
if not a little stronger than the preceeding one, and that's five now. 
He's not thinking, just sensing.  An automatic comparison to other orgasms,
where by now the peaks of each spasm would be starting to trail off, as
fluid reserves reduced.  But not this time!  A sixth, just as strong!  With
no sign at all of any sense of the orgasm starting to run down.  If
anything, the sense of urgency, the need to expell, that was part of
initiating the orgasm seems to have *increased*!  Another.. 
"wwuuuuhhHHHHHAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRrrrr..." He takes a gasp of air, faint from
the intensity, barely holding onto consciousness.

   Another one coming.  "wwwUUUUUUUUAAAAAHHHHHHHhhh!" He can still feel his
mothers' fingers gripped lightly around his shaft, slightly stroking that
one spot just below his glans.  Some small part of his mind still
functionin wishes she'd grip the whole shaft, it's kind of frustrating how
little she's touching him...  Another. 
"uuuuuuaaaaAAAAARRRRGGGGGGGGgghhhhhh!" With his brain the way it is just
now, more than five pulses and he's lost count.  It seems like a lot. 
"aaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhh!" An awareness surfaces...  yes, a lot!
More than...  And they don't seem...  "uuuaaaaaAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhh!"
seem to be...  getting "aaaaaAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhHHHH!" any less. 
What's...? "aaaaaaaAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHhhhhhoohhhh!" In as much as he can think
at all, he's forming a sense that something odd is happening.  As each
spasm ends, he can feel something like a surge of pressure into some place
that seems to have a lot to do with kicking off each new spasm.  It's
intense, something like the feeling of 'filling up' in the fleeting moment
just before the very first spasm of an orgasm.  But here it's every time,
and just keeps kicking off new spasms.  Each as powerful as the previous.

   These impressions flicker across his mind in the brief intervals between
each pulse, when his brain isn't totally in orgasm whiteout.  Another
"aaaaarrrrGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhh!" No, they really aren't trailing off at
all!  "aaaaagggggghhhhHHHHHHHhhhh!" Just regularly pounding him, like
clockwork.  How much can he keep shooting, anyway? 
"aaaarrrhhHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhh!" He's gasping now, hasn't been taking enough
air.  He dimly notices that he can't actually feel any touch on his cock
any more.  "aaaaaarrrrRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHH!" He opens his eyes, and looks down,
just as another wave flattens his brain.  He's coming, and looking straight
down at the end of his totally stiff cock, that is just sticking up alone
in the air.  The opening in the end of his glans is a round hole as always,
with a little of the tube inside open as well. 
"AaaaaaaaAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhh!" He feels the contractions, sees his cock
jerk with the effort, and...

   There's nothing coming out.  Nothing at all.  His cock spasms and jerks
as the contraction hits him, but there's no semen.  Not any on his glans,
or anywhere.  His mother is sitting back on her heels off to his right, her
hands on her knees.  He looks up in confusion just as another spasm hits,
making him moan open-mouthed as he's looking directly at the seated rows in
the hall.  He's frozen in the mind-lock of orgasm for a long moment. 
Coming out of it an image forms in his mind of how he must look - naked,
strapped in the transport rack, big stiff cock jerking with each wave of
ejaculation that doesn't ejaculate.  Another wave hits
"aaaaaaahhhhhHHHHHHGGGGGGgggggg!" When he dazedly tries to understand what
is happening, he can feel that the thing they've put inside him somehow
intensifies the sensations of contraction, while also blocking the fluids.
Blocking the semen...  Oh....There's no relief... 
"UUUUuuuuuunnnnnnghhhhhhhHHHHHHH!" But it *feels* inside like each
contraction pumps a huge load of cum ...  somewhere. 
UUUUuuuaaaaaaaaarrrrhhhhhhhh!" In the stutters of thought between the
orgasm surges, he tries to examine exactly what he's feelling in those
surges.  Which is something of a slow process, involving
"AAAaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhHHHH!" building up a kind of average over
repeating waves.  It's difficult...  normally orgasm is quite brief, and
he's never really had a need to 'analyze' the sensations before.  But now
it's subtly different, and keeps happening over and over... 
"UuuuuunnnHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

   He decides he can feel each contraction begin somewhere up in the
prostate, responding to a sudden 'intensely full and ready, anticipating
relief' feeling that appears immediately on relaxation of the previous
contraction.  Then the contraction seems to have work much harder and
longer than in a normal orgasm, to 'squeeze out' the fullness. 
"Fuuuuuaaaaggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!" He's certain he can sense fluids being
expelled...  the muscles involved seem to be succeeding in squeezing out
the chamber, and he thinks he can feel fluids 'jetting' under pressure of
each contraction, somewhere inside.  Only now he pays attention, the usual
sensation of fluid surging down into his urethra is missing.  Instead....
"FffaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhuuuuuuuhhHHHHH!" Instead there's a kind of subtle
'tensioning' somewhere deeper inside.  He can't really pin it down, either
in location or nature, except that it seems related to frustration,
urgency, desire to ejaculate.  Like every orgasm contraction 'puts back'
the relief that surge should have provided, from the ledger of Frustration
Level.  "UUUUUUuuuuuuuuhhhhHhhhhhhhh!"

   It's really starting to sink in now.  This orgasm goes on and on,
showing no signs whatever of tapering off, and...  isn't doing anything at
all to satisfy the urgent fullness that has built over the last week.  If
anything, he suspects that even when the orgasm does stop, he'll feel
*more* horny, rather than less.  Oh God, he can't actually ejaculate at
all! He thought they were going to fit him with some kind of chastity lock,
and they'd surely allow him relief now and then.  But this.... 
"aaaaaaAAAAAAAUUUUUuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh!" They can't be serious?!  His semen is
trapped inside!  Somehow on each contraction it can only flow back up into
deeper reservoirs, then forcefully flood right back into the 'firing
chambers' as soon as the muscles relax.  He can feel it...  urgency,
frustration, intensity, and something stimulating his prostate...  all
combining...  "aaaaarrggggGGGGGGGGGggghhhhh!" combined...  are enough to
keep the orgasm/ejaculation cycle firing, like some kind of internal
cum-bustion engine.

   He's distantly aware of the DHM officer speaking again.  "And that,
ladies and gentlemen, is the BB-X03 in operation.  Another example of
advanced Amercian technical know-how, harnessed to reverse the moral decay
that brought this once great nation to its knees!  Err...  even if it's
not, ahem, actually in this case a, um 'technology' as such.  Now, I'm sure
you'll all want to have a closer look, so if you'll form a line..."

   None of this registers with Roy, who is still struggling to deal with
the situation in the fragmented slivers of working brain-time between the
surges of pleasure-center overload.  He just wasn't prepared for the
concept of an orgasm that goes on and on like this.  It's intensely
pleasurable, but now he's starting to grapple with this concept of possibly
long-term unrelieved need.  Normally with orgasm, the existing feeling of
*need* to orgasm fades to nothing pretty quickly.  Here that isn't
happening.  Each spasm seems just as urgently trying to achieve relief as
the first one, but they don't.  Before this...  this...  thing...  started,
he'd been desperate to cum, and if he could give a reason why, he'd have
described a kind of demanding pressure inside.  Now he's cumming, but he
still needs to cum, really badly.  Worse in fact, because that feeling of
urgent fullness is still there, but now it's taken clearer form, in the
sense of being able to actually feel the pent-up fluids being forced back
and forth inside their confinement.  And the worst part, the very worst of
the whole torment, is how his rigid, neglected cock aches to be touched,
squeezed, to slide into something...  Line?  Wait, what?  What did the man
say about a line?

   When he glances about, he finds most everyone in the hall has somehow
managed to leave their seats and come to the front with hardly a sound. 
Many familiar faces, all peering at his nudity and jerking stiff cock, men
and women alike.  The first several in line all happen to be women, as if
they'd silently dashed to be ahead of everyone else.  Which...  seeing
their flushed cheeks and wide-eyed fascination with his ...  situation...
he guesses they probably did.

   He's still dazedly staring at the line, when he realizes that old Mrs
Shetler, the 72 year old rake-like spinster who by some miracle made it to
third place in line, is taking off her white gloves.  He's *never* seen her
take off her gloves.  Never.  No.....  oh noooo!  Oh please, not...

   "Ah, I forgot to mention.  Of course it will normally be perfectly
acceptable for anyone to handle him, hmm...  assuming his guardian does not
object, which I don't think...  Mrs Bowman?" He waits a moment,
expectantly, as Sarah, still kneeling on the floor by Roy, stares in a
trance at his organ.  She doesn't respond to the question at all.  "No, it
doesn't appear Mrs Bowman will object.  In general it is recommended that
public nudity nominees should be made available for...." "GAHHHHHHH! 
AHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhoooooooooooooooooooooAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

   Roy had been relatively quiet for a little while, uttering only muffled
versions of his earlier groans.  Now suddenly he lets fly with a very loud
one, interrupting the DHM officer.

   Seeing Ms Shetler taking off her gloves appalls Roy, and inspires in him
an urgent desire to stop coming immediately.  He starts by trying to hold
back on his moans as each wave hit, but doesn't make much progress.  Really
all he achieves is to kind of clench his teeth over the moans, which just
makes him sound like someone being suffocated while cumming.  He tries
clenching as hard as he could in the lower pelvic area and holding that. 
For a moment it seems to be working, with the next wave being delayed. 
Except for a feeling like something winding up tighter and tighter...  He
takes a deep breath, and clamps down on that, determined.  He's got to stop
cumming, before...  He's becoming aware the trouble with trying to hold off
the next cycle, is that immediately all the frustrated arousal he's
feeling, seems to converge on his throbbing cock.  Excruciating!  He grits
his teeth harder, determined.  Must stop, before she...  And suddenly
there's an image in his mind, of Mrs Shetler's unnaturally long,
thin-fingered, bony hands clasping his erection.  He can almost feel the
coldness of her bones, one hand wrapped tightly around his shaft, midway up
at the thickest part, stroking tightly up and down.  The other hand tracing
cool fingertips around on the bulbous purple glans, teasing a long pinky
fingernail into the his unusual open pee-hole, suggestive of intent to work
her entire finger down into his organ.  The concept strikes through him
like lightning, destroying his control.  He straining effort to hold back
fails, and suddenly the wound-up something lets go.  Another orgasmic wave
of contraction impacts, hard.  It seems to continue much longer than the
other waves.  He's not even aware that the DHM official has stopped,
waiting till Roy is quiet enough to talk over.  Which isn't yet. 
"HaaaaaggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHH!  OOooooohhhhhhhhhhuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!  Uhhh!
UHHHH!  UUUHHH!  Oh!  Ohh fffuuuu!  Oh FUUUUCK mmmeeeee!"

   Roy's desperation has broken his control, and he's threshing in the
frame, wildly thrusting his hips coitally back and forth as much as the
straps will allow.  With someone else their cock would be thrusting head
first, but in his case, with his upwards bent cock that parallels his
stomach, the effect is more of a comical cock waving-about than fuck-like
cock thrusting.  There are some feminine titters from the line.

   The DHM man is looking at Roy with his head cocked to one side.  "Roy,
if you're speaking to someone in particular, you'll have to be more
specific." He waits a moment more.

   "No?  Ah well...  Now, where was I?  Oh yes, about touching.  Normally,
OK.  However, at present this is his very first exercising, and I'd like to
take a note of how long his response will continue without further
stimulation.  This can vary quite a lot between individuals, and has some
bearing on his future care.  So, sorry, I'll ask you to refrain from
touching him at all this time thank you.  No hurry is there!  He'll be like
this for at least a year." He continues in a much softer voice, as if
musing to himself.  Except it's still loud enough for those nearby to hear.
"Well, assuming his mother can contain her obvious seething desire to be
dominated and rutted by her hugely endowed son, that is."

   He continues, speaking loudly again.  "Well, file past, let everone have
a close look.  By the way, I notice there are no children here in this
meeting.  Perhaps I should remind you that the Moral Purity Act prohibits
the witholding from children of significant socio-sexual realities.  By
excluding children from this meeting, you're actually breaking the law.  As
a representative of the DHM I'll overlook that misdemenor this once.  But
strongly suggest you should carefull think through the ramifications of Roy
here's sentence.  He'll be naked, erect, and frequently exercising, in all
your public and social gatherings.  You can't, and legally must not, hide
him or his condition and treatments from the children.  You'll notice the
ruling specifies he may be placed under temporary guardianship of girls
aged ten and up, and this of course includes all the normal powers of
sexual guardianship.  It is specifically intended that Roy shall at times
find himself, a seventeen and soon to be eighteen year old youth with
prominant genital development, high libido, and sexual function no longer
under his control, an absolute and necessarily obedient plaything of young
girls."

   Roy has managed to get his groaning quietened again, but is still in the
grip of an uncontrolable urge to thrust his pelvis.  It's that image of the
old lady's hands making free with his cock...  the very bizarreness of it,
combined with his desperation to have someone, anyone do something with his
cock.  The combination drove home to him that his erection really will be a
public plaything, and that the old woman really will be handling him
whenever she likes, and that...  no matter how he feels about it, it will
feel good.  That with his never-relieved deperation for release, *anything*
will feel good.  That his cock is going to be aching hard and pulsing like
this a lot if not most of the time, and just about everyone he's ever known
and more than a few he doesn't, will do whatever they like with his hard,
never-spraying cock.  Small children will force him to orgasm, and his
spasms will be their casual entertainment.

   These thoughts and his inescapable horniness seem to get mixed up in his
mind, and he's not sure if he's feeling even more horny all of a sudden due
to the combination, or because he *likes* the idea of ancient women
fondling, and presumably riding him?  Surely not?  But something about this
idea of being a public cock-toy is driving tent-spikes into his mind and
setting up a circus tent.  All these people in the line....  they are all
going to...  to...  the thought frays off into the next wave of orgasm.

   When it's done with him he pays attention to them filing past again, as
he wonders, are the gaps between waves getting a bit longer?  He thinks
they are, but there's still that same intensely powerful feeling of
'fullness recharging' starting as soon as each contraction ebbs.  It
doesn't seem any less, and still produces the same certainty there will be
another wave, but the intervals seem to be...

   He does a double take.  The persons standing closest just then are old
man Miller, from the farm just down the road.  His wife Verna...  and his
sixteen year old daughter Esther.  Esther.  Who he's had a shy, unspoken
crush on for...  well, since he realized girls weren't so icky after all.
Esther, clear skinned, long straight brown hair and her now very well
developed bust pushing out her staid gray dress.  The girl who'd several
times caused a most awkward development in his trousers in public in the
last couple of years.  Esther, primary actor in most of his masturbation
fantasies, which in a way made her a contributor to his present
predicament.

   Well he doesn't need to worry about trouser bulges now.  His hips are
still doing the automatic pile-driver imitation, and his 'bulge' is right
there, waving about like a flagpole.  Esther at least has the decency to
blush brightly, but her smirking smile and whispering back and forth
between her and her mother gives him something more to worry about.  Then
she speaks to him!  She's never actually done that before, so he's almost
too shocked to notice what she says.  Apart from the distraction of his
also just finishing another long, excruciating orgasmic contraction.  Oh
God, if only Esther wasn't seeing him like this!  At least he's managed to
get the groaning under control the last few times.

   "Hello Roy!  What a naughty boy you are!  I'm so sorry I've never
thought to come over and offer to help your poor mum out.  I guess I should
do that.  Tee hee hee!  Who'd have guessed you were giving her so much
trouble!  Now she's really going to have her hands full, isn't she?  My mum
says she'll speak to your mum and arrange it, won't you mum?"

   For Roy the idea of Esther taking any part in this sends him into a
panic.  He forgets what is about to overwhelm him momentarily, and tries to
reply.  "Oh, uh, Esther, no,that's not really...  Mrs Miller, please don't
go to any trouble, my mo... 
mmuuuuuuUUUUUUUNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHhhaaarrrrrrrr! Uuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh!" So
much for controlling the moaning.  He tries again.  "I'll behave, won't be
any trouble t...  to..  ooOOOOoooooooohhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGG!
...  uh...  huuu...  please Esther, don't, there's no...  uh uhh
uhhHHhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaa!  uhh uhhh Esther
you mustn't trou...  uh uuuhhh
uuuuuhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGggggnnnnggggggggggg... 
uh uhhhh no need to hhhuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh..."

   Mrs Miller exchanges a knowing glance with her husband then teases
Esther.  "Seems Roy likes the idea of you assisting.  He's just being
polite in trying to say there's no need for you to drop by, but you can
tell he's super keen on having you visit.  I think the boy has a crush on
you!" Mr Miller adds "Dear, were you aware the BB-X03 brochure they handed
out yesterday guarantees the seminal duct seals are totally effective? 
Says there's no chance of sperm escaping.  So the fluids he's dripping from
his penis are purely pre-cum lubrication and perhaps a tiny escape from the
prostate.  I seem to recall it saying the thing lodged in his prostate
massages the pre-cum glands during each contraction, stimulating them to
higher than usual production.  That explains the amount coming out.  Notice
the dribbles down his penis are clear, not milky like semen?"

   "I was wondering about that, husband.  I'm glad you mentioned it.  I'll
discuss something with you later.  Now, we're holding up the line, and I
think Roy here is going to pass out if Esther stands in front of him a
moment longer.  Come along dear."





   Meanwhile the DHM man has continued his lecture to the line of Amish
filing slowly past Roy.  "Typically an orgasm train like this in a new
BB-X03 wearer won't run by itself for longer than around fifteen minutes
initially.  The involved muscles and nerves are typically unaccustomed to
such demands, and tire or desensitize enough to damp the feedback loop. 
After some acclimatization, wearers can be induced to orgasm trains lasting
hours, simply by supplying very minimal genital stimulation whenever the
'flywheel' begins to run down.  Even in a totally new subject such as Roy
here, re-stimulation can be applied several times to prolong a single
orgasm session.  As we will demonstrate."

   "Also, with practice, subjects can learn to manage coordination tasks
such as walking, and even simple conversations while in an 'orgasm
exercising' cycle.  Roy here is still vocalising his orgasm and getting out
of breath since there really isn't much time to recover between spasms. 
Some subjects actually experience intermittent moments of unconsciousness,
until they acclimatize to the experience.  Eventually Roy will find it is
possible to breathe fairly normally during this process.  The pelvic
thrusting, erection and erection pulsing with the contractions are all more
fundamental components of male orgasm, and will always be present during
BB-X03 orgasm cycles.  It is also not possible to consciously override the
bladder sphincter closure that is maintained during orgasm, so it's
generally a good idea to include a toilet visit before initiating prolonged
orgasm cycles."

   "One notable feature of the BB-X03 appliance is where it derives its
name - the Blue Balls.  Since the perception of ejaculatory urgency derives
mostly from the state of fullness of the seminal vesicles and prostate
gland, and the BB-X03 prevents any fluid pressure relief from these organs,
the effect is to fully preserve the subject's sense of sexual tension and
need.  In fact during the prolonged orgasm cycle there are typically raised
levels of fluid secretion in these glands, plus the repeated dilation and
compression of the seminal duct with fluids sensitizes the nerves there
which respond to duct wall stretching, and which play a large part in
conscious perception of sexual need via the autonomic nervous system. 
Consequently every BB-X03 orgasm session actually *increases* ejaculatory
urgency, rather than relieving it."

   "A secondary effect, is that the prolonged fluxing of seminal fluid from
the seminal vesicles, then back to them under pressure from the prostatic
contractions, loosens up older seminal fluid that normally remains in
thickened form in the deeper recesses of the vesicle layrinth structure. 
Thus the pulse-forced return of fluids generates a more even pressure
distribution throughout the vesicles, resulting in a uniform stretching and
growth of the entire reservoir structure to accomodate increasing fluid
volume over time.  The BB-X03 system is the most effective method known for
seminal management, since even with the full nerve control provided by
Moral Purity Assistant implants, above a moderate seminal fluid
overpressure there will still be leakage via the outlet ducts.  MPA wearers
are consequently unable to achieve significant seminal reservoir
enlargement via seminal pressure forcing.  The BB-X03 is recommended by the
DHM in cases where exceptionally large increases in seminal glandular
volume are desired, or strict ejaculatory discipline, or punishment for bad
behaviour is desired to be imposed."

   He chuckles.  "As I understand it, young Roy here qualifies on all three
grounds.  Due to his history of excessively frequent ejaculation ever since
puberty, his vesicular storage capacity development is low, and certainly
not a match for his other generous endowments.  His attitude towards his
mother, and incidents like copulation with a pig without instruction from
his sexual guardian, warrant the punishment of a year (at least) without
relief.  Lastly he has shown himself incapable of maintaining ejaculatory
discipline, and so it has been imposed upon him."

   He has turned back from the waiting queue to watch Roy briefly, and
stops speaking.  He frowns.  "Did any of you touch him just now?  No? 
That's a trifle odd.  He appeared to be slowing down a little, as expected.
But now his contraction rate has jumped right up again.  You see, it's
actually faster than when he started.  Really, no one touched him?  Hmmm...
well that's not unknown.  Sometimes the subject may have a train of thought
that leads to some private visualization of particular erotic power.  Mrs
Bowman, you might question him about that later, once he's able to speak
coherently.  Please ensure you do so within view of one of the video log
cameras." He turns back to Roy, looking at his wristwatch.  "Well, it seems
he's getting well into the upper range of first exercise duration stats. 
I....  oh wait, I nearly forgot!"

   He turns back to Sarah, while flipping through pages on his clipboard.
"Ms Bowman, we seem to have misplaced the copy of the BB-X03 EULA you would
have sighed for the application, as Roy's sexual guardian.  You did get
one, of course?"

   She stares at him blankly.  "The uh...  Eee you...  what?"

   He raises an eyebrow, chuckling.  "Ha ha yes, very funny.  No really,
the End User Licence Agreement.  You MUST have signed one, the application
forms absolutely require it.  I mean, our crew is over at your house right
now, starting the work you'd have agreed to.  We've gone to special effort
to ensure the equipment is totally unobtrusive.  It won't clash with your
technological uh...  boundaries at all."

   "At my...  house?  Uh...  I didn't sign any forms.  It was all a bit
sudden.  Ah..  we downloaded the information pack off the DHM website with
the town library computer.  Then our Elder and I discussed Roy on the phone
with your department.  They said some forms would be sent with the pickup
driver.  Wasn't that what...  uh...?  I do remember Elijah filling out a
form the driver had yesterday."

   "Oh dear...  ha ha." He laughs nervously, flipping through the pages
again more slowly.  "Ah, then...  It's one of these." He holds up the page
he's found, for her to see.  "This is rather awkward, you really should
have been given one of these, and signed it BEFORE...  um...  as part of
the application process.  I can't imagine how this...  Here, if you
could..."

   He hands her a page of fine printed text, passing it down to her where
she still kneels on the floor close beside the transport frame in which her
son's naked form stands.  He has quietened down a fair bit now, but still
strains in the repeated waves of his ejaculation exercise, his cock now
darker and even more swollen-veined, jerking rythmicly in rigid pulses. 
The line of Amish are still passing in front of them, small groups taking
their time in observing this most unusual sight.  Not many are returning to
their seats, but instead mostly stand around a little back, talking quietly
among themselves.  Some return to the end of the viewing line.

   She starts to stand up, the form in one hand.

   "oh, wait!  Ms Bowman, it really is important that you remain where you
can provide refresher stimulation to Roy immediately when his first
exercise cycle ends.  We need this information for our product performance
database.  If you could just remain...  thank you.  One moment, I'll fetch
you a chair."

   Returning to her knees, she glances at the page of tiny print.  Decides
it can wait, and looks back to Roy's pulsing erection.  It certainly
doesn't look like 'ending' any time soon.  He's still jerking at the new,
faster rate, and when she follows his rather dismayed looking gaze, finds
his eyes have followed that girl, what's her name...  Esther, as she has
moved away and stood out of earshot talking with her mother and father.  An
attractive girl, to be sure.  She feels a sudden stab of...  jealousy?  The
thought occurs to her that having the girl come over to 'help out' could
have some definite disadvantages.  On the other hand...  perhaps with the
right conditions...  A shiver passes through her body, and she looks back
to Roy's erection.  It's as rigid and swollen as she's ever seen it, and
the way his unusual upwards curve near the root causes his shaft to rise
parallel to his stomach is supremely sexy in a kind of kinky way.  The
swollen head waves stiffly near his stomach, now and then slapping softly
against his flat belly.  It's clear from the way his hips jerk in
deliberate thrusts that respond franticly to these rare touches, that he's
desperately trying to achieve more such contacts on his sensitive glans. 
But his organ is so rigid that it doesn't pendulum much as he jerks his
hips, and the contacts are infrequent.  Yet his obvious desperate attempts
provide a darkly thrilling demonstration of how badly he wants some contact
on his stony but untouched shaft.  The contrasting mental picture is
unavoidable - how his shaft would look, and feel to him if it were
thrusting in some gripping, slippery orifice.  Hers for instance.  Soon. 
Or...  Esther's presumably tight, virginal slit, the entire fat length of
him buried painfully in her belly.  She has a flash imagined image of them
thrust together at the crotch, Esther turned sideways and their position
allowing no movement at all, so he rests almost motionless and fully
embedded in her.  His pulsing cock unable to achieve hardly any more
friction than it can now, yet still feeling the warm clasp of the girl he's
keen on.  Surely that would keep him straining in this unproductive
ejaculation for hours!  If not days!  Yes...  she can see this could be a
'help out' for herself.  The idea of having to copulate with him, while
avoiding orgasm herself...  that will be dificult.

   Her reverie is broken by the return of the DHM officer with a chair for
her.  She stands, he places the chair close beside Roy's transport frame
and facing him from the side so she can reach his erection with her hand,
but isn't blocking the view for the line of observers still flowing by.  He
also gives her his clipboard and pen, pointedly, though saying nothing.

   She starts to read the EULA.