Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Scripted Kiddies By Sensory Overlord 2011 Chapter 2 Evening, Sunday 17th, the end of dinnertime in the Mahler household. Single mum. Sharon Mahler Son, 14 Scott Mahler Daughter, 13 Janice Mahler Son, 10 Timothy Mahler "uh... hh.... h... uu.... uu.... uuunnhhh! oo..... oo..... ah!.... " "Janice, could you pass me the potato salad please?" "o...uh....uh.... ohhh... ok u... T..Timothy... uh.. h.... here... uh..." Janice lets go of her white-knuckled grip on the table edge, and shakily picks up the salad bowl, passing it to her younger brother across the dinner table. "Thanks sis." He spoons out another helping, while watching her gleefully. "Here, you can put it back." She had closed her eyes and gripped the table edge again, without ever pausing in her breathy choked-off moans. She takes a few moments to realise she'd been spoken to. Her eyes open, drifting unfocussed at first, then she glares at Timothy. He's holding the bowl out to her. She glances briefly to her left, where her mum Sharon is sitting. Yes, Sharon is watching her closely. Janice shudders, still gasping, and unsteadily reaches for the bowl. "ouu.... uh.... yes Timothy... uh... u... oooh...ahhh... " She's lifting it back across the table when her fingers slip, and the bowl falls with a clatter, knocking over a bowl of sliced beetroot. Bright red juice splatters across the tablecloth, mixed with potato chunks and dressing. "Ahh! Oh! Oh! I'm S... SORRY! So... uhhhh! uh... oooooo... uhhh uh uh! uh! oooo! unnnhhh!..." Sharon studies her with a frown, while Timothy grins widely. Janice just closes her eyes again. She's sitting on Scott's lap at the table, both of them naked, her back pressed against his chest. Scott is holding a fork in his right hand, with some broccolli on it's way to his sister's mouth. But she's not paying attention at the moment and ignores it. Probably something to do with his left hand pressed into her splayed crotch, fingers rubbing briskly on her clitoris. Or it might be his rigid erection, embeded in her vagina. Normally in this position about half his straight cock would be inside her, but at the moment anyone under the table would wonder why his shaft seems to be forced into a curve, with only a small length of the tip inside. It's not for want of trying; as she sits there her pelvis is jerking and hunching in time to her gasps. With every other jerk she's grinding herself downwards onto his shaft, yet it seems to be unable to slide in her at all. Her downward thrusts only result in the curvature of his shaft increasing as if it was some kind of fleshy leaf spring flexing with the bounces of her ride. "Janice! That was careless! Now look at the tablecloth! That will have to be washed right away or it will stain. Just because I have Scott doing your arousal exercise while we eat, doesn't mean you have permission to be careless." Sharon isn't really being fair here. It is nearly five months since Janice was permitted to have an orgasm, and now for the entire weekend since Friday evening, she's endured Scott's cock thrusting in the two or three lower inches of her vagina, constantly batting against the bottom of that damned pill bottle. The combination is excruciatingly frustrating for both of them. Because he's unable to achieve any significant penetration, Scott's hunches mostly pull his head almost completely out of her, then thrust back in. So she's continually having the sensation of his thick glans popping in and out of her opening, but nothing in the way of satisfying deep inwards sliding. As if that wasn't bad enough, apparently for him the feel of her labia sliding back and forth over the glans and just to the rear of it but no further, has an intensely cock-hardening effect. So his shaft is rock hard and takes considerable force to make it bend. Which means when his head thumps into the bottom of the pill bottle the steel balls inside get bounced around like having some kind of rattle shaken inside her. Also the top of the bottle bangs hard up against the deep limit of her vagina. One edge of the bottle rubs over her cervix, the other edge seems to press on some erogenous zone right up there she didn't even know she had. That alone had proven more than enough to often drive her to the stage of her own 'orgasm group exercises'. With her that mostly involves having her vaginal muscles clamp in regular spasms - never mind that there's a huge pill bottle inside her and an iron-bar penis popping in and out of her opening. Naturally her MPA ensures the pleasure and relief of an actual orgasm are missing, so mostly what she experiences is the desire for orgasm multiplied a few hundred times. All together it's so intense she frequently becomes entirely unable to coordinate, and if Scott happens to be in a similar state they typically come unstuck and end up suffering the MPA-imposed virtual spanking until they can rearrange themselves. The other 'feature' of her bottle-filled vagina is there's no way Scott's body can press against her clitoris. It also means her pubes are always accessible, and most of Scott's penis is exposed. So on Friday night Timothy had insisted that they must each manually stimulate the other for extra exercising effect. For her that meant having her clit stroked in addition to the vaginal torments, by a boy who'd learnt well how to efficiently drive her to the excruciating spasms of her orgasm-without-the-fun MPA controled exercises. Their mother hadn't got up till ten am Saturday morning. When she found out about Timothy's pill bottle 'improvisation', instead of letting Janine remove it she called it a clever idea and said to leave it in for the rest of the weekend. So by Sunday night, Janine was a sex-shocked wreck. She'd been desperately trying to bear the overload of frustrating torment, thinking she's going to go crazy with her need to come, but knowing that if she rebels she won't be getting permission any time soon. Now she's made a mess, and knows her desperation will be continuing for a while yet. The cruelest-fate aspect to all this, is that the idea of being denied orgasms makes her even hornier. She doesn't fully understand why, but it does. She suspects it might be something like how the idea of being forced to do sexual things against her wishes turns her on, but in this case it's the idea of being forced to *not* do something she *does* want. A wierd circular feedback loop, in which knowing she's being forced to become extremely horny makes her even *more* horny. Sharon looks at the kitchen clock. "Hmmf. You had another fifteen minutes to go on this hour's exercise, but I suppose it's not important since this is your fourth today. All right Scott, you can stop fingering her now." She strokes and taps the screen of the iPurity on the table beside her plate. %%%% turns off 'mandatory cock penetration'. turns off the 'cock in cunt' and the punishment. (forgets to remove 'rigid dick if not in her cunt') Tells Janice & Scott to get up. Ditto Tim with his unfinished plate. Janice told to clean up, wash cloth, do dishes. Takes Scott & timothy into living room. She compliments Tim on his idea with the bottle. Thinks it was brilliant, perfect way to make her punishment of frustration fucking even better. And so entertaining, watching the two of them doing their horny shallow-fuck all weekend. Especially when she had Janice manually jack his shaft with only the head inside her, till he became copletely unable to stop himself thrusting powerfully, against the bottle. Sole effect - making Janice wince and repeatedly slipping it out on the pullback, and him too far gone to coordinate putting it back in, so Janice had to keep setting herself back on it, despite him pounding againt the bottle, to avoid triggering the spanking. That had been great entertainment, for hours. Asks Scott if he's learnt his lesson, and will follow her instruction propely now? 'yes' She tells him she's still considering extending for another two weeks. Doesn't he want his volume to be really spectacular? She really thinks it would be best. He pleads not to. She's stroking him, comments that she's sure he's a bit bigger too, just from a weekend of being so hard. Another couple of weeks, hard most of the time, he'd probably gain half an inch! Well worth it! He still doesn't want to. She tells him then to describe exactly how it feels to be so full, and what's so bad about putting up with that for another 'few weeks'. She makes him try to be very descriptive. He emphasises the discomfort and mental obsession with obtaining relief. "So it's really the relief, not the orgasm that's most important?" He agrees, reluctantly. "If you had a choice between relief without an orgasm, or orgasm without release, you'd choose the relief?" "But why?... Is that even possible? What's wrong with having both? It's only once a fortnight, and I really need it!" "Because it's not what _you_ feel you need, but what I decide you get, that matters. And now you're arguing with me again, and complaining. I really think you don't deserve both. So, you choose relief, right?" She's still stroking him firmly. "A whole weekend with Janine's pussy teasing the tip of this stiff cock, of course that added some juice in there. You are supposed to be learning to think with something other than this dick and the pressure in your balls, but have you? No. Last week you were already being disobedient due to your 'needs', yet now after a whole weekend of punishment you're still complaining and questioning my right to guide you. You think you deserve an orgasm? No Scott, I think you deserve some serious lessons in obedience. You have to learn that what's important for you is for *me* to decide, not for your stiff cock to decide. No matter how much pressure is backed up behind it. It's *my* decision what happens with that pressure, when it gets let out, and how much pleasure you get in the process." She grips his shaft firmly and pulls downward, drawing the skin back tightly from his glans. His whole cock is still glistening wetly with Janine's juices and leakage of his own precum. With her fingers around the base of his shaft she waves it from side to side rapidly. "If *any*! At the moment I don't think you deserve any pleasure rewards. You're going to have to earn that again. Think yourself lucky I'll even allow you some relief this time. And if your attitude doesn't improve, you'll most definitely be exploring a whole new world of long term denial! You'll end up forgetting what this thing is even for!" She's let go of his cock, and for emphasis she primes her middle finger against her thumb and flicks it hard against his swollen glans. "You *do* understand it's entirely up to me whether anything other than piss ever comes out of this toy, don't you? I'm your sexual guardian, and it's the law - orgasm, ejaculation, erection, all the stuff in behind it, everything it makes you want and feel, it's all *my* responsibility to manage. Understand?" She flicks him painfully again, waiting. He was staring at her hand next to his erection, and flinches his hips back at the pain. His cock is still swaying from the impact and she grabs it, pulls his hips forward again, then primes her finger for another flick at his purpled head. "Hold still! And punishment I choose to give you too, UNDERSTAND?" He looks to her face. "Uh... yes, yes mum, I understand." "Good. It's all for your long term physical and character development. Your sexual gratification has very little to do with it. In fact I'm beginning to realise that allowing you any sexual gratification at all seems to have a negative effect overall, so perhaps I'll have to try something different." She curls all the fingers of her hand to her thumb, touches her knuckles to his standing shaft, then flicks them outwards in a 'pushing off' gesture. His cock bounces away and back, where she flicks it away again. She continues this, changing the angles of her pushes to make his cock bounce around in various directions, like a game of Penis Pong. "Speaking of orgasms, I've decided not to allow Janine any. Not for a good while. The girl just can't resist being sassy with me. And now the dropped bowl. Looks like I'll have to seriously consider some more severe disciplinary measures to shake her tree." She lightly grasps his cock and looks him in the eye, considering. "Perhaps enrol her in the naked in school program? Or a vaginal clown insert? That might help her be a bit more respectful. Or perhaps do both!" She pauses again, letting the image sink in. Vaginal clowns consist of a largish egg-shaped insert containing batteries, sensors for vaginal moisture, contractions, bloodflow and so on plus a wireless interface to the wearer's MPA. A shaft extends down from the egg to outside the vagina, with at the end of it a small animated puppet clown, complete with tiny voice speaker. The clown gives a comical running commentary, complete with gestures, describing the wearer's sexual condition. Which the egg and the wearer's MPA together make sure is 'active' to say the least. They are obscenely funny to watch, incredibly humiliating to wear. Making a naked teenage girl wear one to school... He's heard of it being done, but... the image of his sister...! He tries to concentrate on concern for her, but he's a fourteen year old boy with a hard and very frustrated cock. There's no way he can contain the sudden hunching of his loins, thrusting his cock in Sharon's loose grip. His eyes close, as imagination makes him pant in excitement. "Ah, so you think I should do that with Janine?" He struggles to get himself under control, to not doom his sister to that... even if it's so.... but another more personal downside of her wearing a clown occurs to him. "Uh... I don't think she's been all that .. bad mum. She tries.. please don't blame her for me skipping last Thursday. And if she was uh... wearing a clown... you're still going to have us doing the exercises, right? I was wondering, um, could I please have mine in her vagina? It's much more ah... effective, isn't it? Also if... um... " He tries to pick his words carefully. This is always difficult when she's stroking his dick, which she has begun again. "If ah... you chose to mmmm... have me ejaculate, do you think.. I could... uhm... do it inside her? Please?" She laughs, amused at his fixation. "You and your cock! Always the same topic. Wanna cum, wanna cum, wanna cum in puuusssssyyyyy! Hmmm... The exercising, yes why not? Ejaculation - no, I'll be monitoring that personally. When I let it happen. Got to make sure it's done properly; that's my duty as your mother and guardian. Besides, from now on I'll be measuring volume every time you ejaculate." A pause, as she thinks. "Actually, this might be a good way to help you develop some self control. Plus I don't want you to take fucking your sister too lightly. So... here's the deal. You'll still have to do an hour of manual exercise with her each day. But you can have extra vaginal exercise sessions any time you like, and as often as you like, but each session will add three days to your time to next release. You'll need to weigh that up very carefully, won't you?" She's still stroking him, marvelling at his stiffness. She still hasn't remembered about the MPA 'erection when not in Janine' rule she set earlier. "Oh and one more thing - any time you fuck Janine, your subsequent release will be a release only, no orgasm. I'll get to that later. You shouldn't mind, you just said the release was more important anyway, right? You can have her as often as you want, remember..." He's panting, thrusting into her hand, thinking of the wonderful feeling of sinking deeply into Janine. "No tricks? Nothing inside her so I can't...?" "No, no tricks." %%% Ok... Good, good! And you know, I think I'll up her libido too. It will make her more responsive for you. Now, you... You did pretty well over the weekend. I know it's been an awful tease, but you took it well. And I was impressed you did as I'd said and didn't stop rubbing her when she dropped that bowl. Very good! However... I don't think you deserve a full orgasm. You're so fixated on how much you want relief from the unbeeeearable pressure of your semen, and won't listen to me when I tell you it would be better to let it build up a few more weeks. I'm offended you think so little of my advice. So I think we'll make this an experiment. I'll let you have your precious relief, but no orgasm. I only found out recently this was possible, I think it will be interesting. So... you lie here on the couch, on your side." She pulls the iPurity out of her bag, along with something he's not seen before. It's a solid looking clear plastic tube about 5 inches long overall, one end closed and rounded, the other end a kind of rounded bulb shaped like a penis head, with a wide opening where the penis shaft would be, and a small yellow rubber attachment on the side. There are gradations down the length of the tube, and some stretchy thin yellow rubber straps attached to the lip of the bulb end. As he's lying on the couch she fits the bulb over his glans. He's still leaking some pre-cum and moist with Janine's fluids, so although the bulb opening is a tight squeeze fit for his glans it slips onto him easily. As she fits it she twists it around carefully, and he realises there's a short inner tube that presses tightly into his urethra, penetrating about the length of the bulb. With his glans inside the clear bulb there's a bit of free space in there between his knob and the side wall of the bulb, and he can see the tube penetrating into the tip of his cock where it is pressed up against the inner wall of the bulb. The small tube goes through that rear wall to the main cavity of the plastic tube. Once it's fully nestled onto and into him, she pulls his penis sheath back down tightly, and wraps the stretchy rubber straps around the thinner part behind his glans, sealing the bulb opening to him. The straps have velcro ends, and after smoothing them closed she grasps the yellow side attachment and squeezes it several times. He can feel the thing sort of sucking down hard onto the head of his cock, pulling itself further onto him. It can't go far because the end of his glans is up against the back wall of the bulb, however under the suction his glans also swells up inside the bulb, filling virtually all the available space. She gives the thing a firm tug, and it stays attached to him. His glans swelled up to fit inside the cavity of the bulb, together with the suction and straps - it's not coming off accidentally. Then she sits back to admire the thing dangling from the end of his erection. "There! That's to catch all your spurts. There's also a DHM approved App for the iPurity. Silly name, they call it 'Cumgo'. It's guaranteed to extract every drop, they say, if that's what you tell it to do. Or, to let out only as much as one chooses. There's even a bunch of options for how much of an orgasm effect there is - the pleasure, the euphoria, the refractory period, and so on. Tonight I'm going to run it in the purely extractive mode, just to see.... OK, so... now obviously, you're not allowed to touch yourself. And... here we go!" She touches an icon. There's an immediate... weird.. set of sensations in his body. For one thing, the pleasant ache of his bone-hard erection, and the sensation of the thing suctioned onto his glans sort of recedes steadily, as if someone was turning down a sensory volume control. He can still feel his penis, but the sense of rigid pressure is evaporating. Yes he can see that it's just as stiff and veined as it was. Then there's a soft kind of tapping sensation starting up somewhere down under his bladder, as if his urethra is kind of twitching. As that intensifies, something more subtle begins - he feels a diminishment in the urgent sense of fullness he's lived with for weeks now. Or rather... it's hard to describe. He can still feel something full, but it's losing the 'urgent sexual drive' characteristic. Becoming more something like a simple itch, or full bladder. It's pretty obvious this 'Cumgo' thing is inhibiting sexual nerve pathways, leaving just non-sexual sensations. And that tapping, it's getting stronger. Now it feels like some muscles jerking, but just like any other muscle - nothing sexual about it. Which is odd, because no he can see that his erection is jerking in time to the pulses. But with nothing... nothing like what that would ordinarily feel like. The pulsing keeps increasing too... now he can feel the pulses sort of rippling along the path that in an orgasm would be contracting in ecstatic waves of pleasure. But this just feels... mechanical. He tries tensing up, thrusting his hips forward and tightening the muscles down in his pelvis that he would tense as orgasm approached. The result, or rather lack of it, is disappointing. His hips move, but as for the internal muscles, nothing. All he can feel down there is a weird kind of 'letting open' sensation. It's vaguely reminiscent of the feeling just before each ejaculation spurt, the 'letting out' that must release the fluids to be expelled with each rapidly following orgasmic contraction. But this... it's just a kind of gradual fading of closure. Like relaxing to pee, except he's not doing it, something else is, and to something else. Meanwhile that mechaincal tap, tap, tap is continuing to grow more intense, and extend further along the path of his plumbing. Suddenly a very small spurt of milky fluid appears from the end of his penis, and runs down inside the clear tube. And another. Another, each one accompanying those abstract-feeling taps. Now he can actually feel the fluid travelling in his urethra, much as if he was finishing peeing, and deliberately contracting muscles to push out the last fluid. Only here he's not doing anything, and can't control the activity at all. It's still getting stronger, but the amount in each emergence doesn't seem to be increasing significantly. He can't belief how abstracted this is. It's like he's watching some plumbing demonstration, there's not a single trace of pleasure or even any particular engagement in the process. Like he could be watching TV and not even care this was going on. Weird... But the intensity is still growing. Nothing good about it, just getting more demanding of attention. There's a perception that if it got a fair bit more intense it could be quite uncomfortable but it isn't... yet. Now his penis is really jerking straight out with the pulses, about as much as it would be if he was really cumming. Still the same small spurts... Yeah, he can see this could get intense if it keeps on building. So odd, it's like watching some other guy have a really long orgasm, except... it's him, and he isn't. But it _is_ still building. His mom is sitting next to him, staring fascinated at the pulsating of his erection. She reaches out and wraps her hand softly around his shaft, holding it motionless, slightly down from horizontal so the semen runs down inside the clear tube. His cock now can't waggles up and down with each pulse, but it does still extend significantly with each one. So his cock is moving forward and back in her hand even though his hips are motionless. Now he thinks of it there's another strangeness. He doesn't seem to have any desire to thrust his hips, even though her can feel her hand around his shaft. It's just as if... she'd put her hand on his arm. No sexual feeling. But there's the sight of a woman's hand around his stiff, pulsating and spurting cock... it _should_ be sexual. But it just isn't. It's certainly a powerful demonstration of the depth to which his MPA can manipulate his body and mind. Kind of scary even... And so is the intensity, that just keeps growing. It's really getting strong now. Still the same spurt volumes, but peristaltic contractions going totally overkill in moving those bits of semen along the passage. Still the same total absense of effort back in the areas that would normally contract *hard*, to expell fluids from his prostate into that peristaltic conveyor though. Seems to be just letting fluid out as a kind of slow leak from the reserves. The places that have been sending 'argh I am so full to bursting! Come ON, you've got to got to got to spurt me OUT!' news flashes to his brain for weeks, getting more lurid and hammering on him every conscious moment, till the urgency of that need left him barely able to think of anything alse, are now suddenly silent. Just... nothing. If he could feel them at all, probably even this slow expelling would probably feel rather pleasant, but he can't. It's like that milky fluid isn't even his problem, it's just appearing somehow somewhere inside him. His mum is stroking her fingertips softly on his penis, holding it in position but not squeezing, just feeling the organ's regular, mechanical pumping. He realises that her breathing has become very irregular, and now he pays attention he can feel her sort of squirming on the couch where she's sitting by his head. He tilts his head and looks up at her, and is very surprised by what he sees. Always when she is doing sexual guardian things with any of them, she doesn't get any more than a bit sort of... enthusiastic. But now she's staring fixedly at his pulsing erection, a strong flush on her face, mouth open and panting heavily, her eyes slitted. He twists around more, and sees that she's scissoring her thighs open and closed, her hips hunching back and forth on the couch. She's wearing a short tight tan skirt and it has ridden up completely off her thighs and back over her bottom, so now it's more or less bunched around her waist. The big surprise is she isn't wearing any panties, so he's looking directly into her crotch from less than a foot away. She has near-black pubic hair and to him it seems like an awful lot of it, comparing to Janice. But not enough to hide the condition of her slit as her legs splay wide again and hold there, as if she's deliberately displaying herself to him. When he looks back up to her face and sees that she is now looking down at him, and still holding her legs wide, he realises that she is, actually showing herself. Showing him her condition. He's no stranger to highly aroused pussies, or at least to Janines, since he's been giving his sister daily sexual exercising to his mother's instructions for over a year now. This is an adult sized version of the same. More of everything. The outer lips are thickly swollen, glistening with her fluids. He can smell them now, a heady aroma much like Janine's. With her legs splayed the lips are apart, revealing all. At the top his mother's clit is stiffly swollen but mostly trapped under a tight hood, just the pearly tip exposed, looking like it is straining to be freed. He looks back up to her face, questioningly. The oddest thing here isn't that she's like this for the first time ever, but that he's feeling weirdly detached, as if he's simply not able to become sexually aroused by anything. Not even his first ever sight of a grown woman in heat. He knows it must be the Cumgo App suppressing his natural responses, but it still feels very strange. She holds his gaze, still panting and flushed, and gives him a short nod. "Yes... I... uh... often don't wear panties around the hose, because... you know, the MPA rules, I get so horny sometimes. I didn't know... didn't expect... this... doing this 'Cumgo' thing would be so... uhhhh.... oh.... it's... for some reason it just... sets me off... I... looking at your erection, pulsing and pulsing like that, it's just... uh... ohhhh touching it, feeling the pulses under my fingertips... each tiny little squirt, and you've got three weeks worth in there it's going to take ages to all come out... I could, I... uh... Didn't know it would do this to me... it drives me wild! But... it's.... I read about this uh... effect... it isn't... bad. They say.. it's part of... being a guardian, finding it erotic having such control, just... human. Just so long as one doesn't... do harm. And I'm not, am I? I'm dealing with a horny tenage boy, and you'd be masturbating several times a day if no one controlled you, spurting your stuff without ever building it up for more than a day at most..." She squirms, panting breathily for a while, holding his gaze, still lightly holding his mechanically spasming erection. "Ohhh God, that feels... Wh... when I give you relief, I'm really supposed to help with uh... visual aids... and tactile... letting you see my body, letting you make me aroused, letting you ejaculate into my vagina... every female guardian is supposed to do that for her male wards. But I'm... I'm sorry, I've been too weak, too afraid of how frustrated I'd get... it's been six years since... anyone... and... I... I.. shouldn't admit this but I used to... I couldn't help it... I used to masturbate... a woman masturbating herself... I'm so ashamed, no self control... so since I got my MPA, I haven't... I'm not allowed... you see, I don't have access for my own MPA. Only you and Janine. And because Janine... I don't _have_ to let you have me." Another pause, as if she's considering something. "You know what? I didn't really understand the Morality Act thing for so long. But I'm starting to get it now. It isn't about making sure people have enough _fun_. Not at all. It's really very simple. First of all it's about making everyone accept that ALL sexual experience must be granted to them by another, down through a socially determined heirarchy. The only other real requirement is that men and boys don't have their ever-productive sexual fluid glands go pop, or moldy or whatever from enforced celibacy. Real celibacy, where the MPA absolutely prevents any emission at all, night, day, hand or otherwise, not like the fake celibacy priests and such always pretended to. But really, it takes a loooong time for anything like that to happen." Again she pauses, still holding his jerking erection like it was golden. Still panting. "Uh... S..small change of plan. Something I read about in the Dumgo manual, it's just so... I... really want to see... was going to just... uh... nevermind." She wraps her hand around the shaft at the base, and tightly squeezes, holding the grip. He feels it, but is still looking into her face. She takes another long shaky breath, and catches her lower lip between her teeth. she doesn't move, just keeps gripping his erection very tightly. Two pulses, three, and he can feel the fluid backing up below her grip. The strength of the muscular spasms had levelled off just shy of painful, but they are not able to force his semen past her fist. Four, five... there's a real body of fluid building in his urethra now. With each peristaltic wave it is drive up to the constriction, the muscles struggle to overcome the pressure, then lose the battle and the fluid squirts backwards through the advancing ring of contracted muscle. He can feel the backwards squirt. It's right on the borderline of painful, and yet... interesting. Another... as the volume grows, an increasing length of his urethra is bloating with trapped semen at each wave. With each of the still regular pulses more is added. He can feel the fullness moving back, up into his body. "How does it feel... How does it feel? I want you to become very good at describing in detail how things feel. Like this... the App documentation says it isn't harmful at all. But I want to know how it feels. Come on Scott, I'm going to hold it like this till I'm happy with your description." This is not something a 14 year old boy is good at. Surprise, embaresment, the waves of intense sensation, it takes many more pulses before he finds the will and descriptiveness to begin satisfying her demand. By then the entire length of his passage, from bladder to her fist, is stretched tight with semen. Each attempted contraction, starting up at the prostate, make the whole passage ache with pressure. The contraction point vainly attempts to progress outwards, but the entire way is being defeated by semen forcing back through the small moving ring of tightened muscle. Finally, she's happy that perhaps, she has an idea of what he's feeling. "OK Scott, that's pretty good, thanks. That's the sort of detail I want when I ask you what something feels like." She pauses, still holding tightly onto his jerking, thwarted erection. Nothing changes. "Uh, are you going to let go now? It's really getting too much..." "Ah well that's the point... You know where I said all this is not about fun, but imposing control and variety of experience? The point is there's no reason for me to let go. You are not being harmed, you're experiencing something pretty rare, and I'm _really_ enjoying it. I could replace my fist with some duct tape or something, and sit back and watch. I could take you to the mall like this - naked, catcher half full of semen tied on the end of your pulsing erection... Hmmm... in fact... " She turns to Timothy, who has been sitting silently and amazed in a chair a few feet away. "I think next time any of you are disobedient, something like that would be a very good idea. As for now... hmm... the secret surprise!" Still holding his cock tightly, she slides off the couch and moves to kneel in front of his cock. With her free hand she motions him to raise his upper thigh and hold it up, opening his crotch. Then she reaches between his legs and places two fingers together on his urethral bulge, through his scrotal sack and just behind where her other hand is locking in his semen. She can feel the contractions much stronger now, with the passage distended and bloating suddenly with each jerk of his cock. She flashes an impish grin at him. "Tell me what does THIS feel like?" Timing it to just after a pulse, she presses hard against his urethra with both fingers, forming a similar blockage, But then she quickly slides her fingers back down his urethra, against the direction of pulsing, obstructed 'flow'. Her fingers run back to where his urethra curves upwards into his pelvis, and she stops there, holding them tightly against him. There isn't any visible change for a moment, apart from a sudden widening of his eyes. The slide of her fingers had forced semen backwards in his already fully stretched urethra, reducing the available volume by well over half. She knows the Cumgo App ensures his bladder's sphincter is closed very tightly, so where is the semen to go? It has no alternative outlet - it has to go back where it came from. The App commanding his MPA has been relaxing the outlets of both his prostate and seminal vessicles, while preventing either organ from contracting as they do in normal orgasm to expell their contents. The two quite different contents mix in the urethra, forming semen. But now... the mixed semen has been forced back under greater pressure into both glands. Both glands are complex excretory structures, with their own systems of signalling fullness to the body's sexual nervous system. Now both of them are holding some fluid they never normally encounter. Fluids they both sense as very incorrect, and very necessary to expell. They signal this on their usual nerves, stridently. But in this case... the Cumgo App senses the event and immediately modifies it's commands to the outlets of the glands, telling them not to relax more, but to clamp closed. Also, it re-enables conscious perception of the state of the glands, and all the other sexual instincts and desires. Cumgo has many purposes; simply emptying the glands is only one. Having detected the 'backfill' signal it is now pursuing different objectives. Mixed semen backfilling has only one possible purpose - to cause an intense sexual 'effect'. Scott suddenly groans unhappily. "OoooAAHHH! What did you..? Aaaaaahh! Oh! OH please... I've... oh! Ah! please, let it... uh! goooo! Please...uh...uh... ohhhhhhplease..." "You want me to let go? Well I did ask you to DESCRIBE the feelings, but since you ask so nicely, OK." She lets go with both hands, rocking back on her heels on the carpet, still closely watching his erection. It immediately rewards her with another jerking pulse, producing a sizable jet of semen into the collection tube. He cries out almost as if orgasming, but she knows that he isn't, not quite. It's just the semen that was still in his urethra, finally escaping. And the next pulse... happens on schedule like a metronome, but this time there's nothing expelled. His cock just jerks, fruitlessly. And again. He moans pitifully with each spasm. "Ahhhhggh! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhh! Aaaaaaa! OOOOOHHH!..." She can barely think at all. Knowing what she's done, and the effects described in the manual, she's getting such a huge rush of lust she has to struggle to keep reminding herself that she can't masturbate. 'Oh god, look at him! Listen to him!" It's such a nasty sexual power rush to do this to him; she just can't resist twisting adding another small piece of torment. "Oh really Scott, anyone would think you were in pain. But I know you are not. If you feel like telling me exactly what you do feel like, we'll discuss what we can do about it." Because, if the manual isn't exaggerating, there's *no* way his wits will be collected enough to describe anything. She stands up, brushing dust off her knees. Her skirt is still bunched up around her waist and she's about to smooth it down over her hips again when she glances at Timothy, still sitting watching Scott with a fascinated look on his face. She thinks to herself. 'Hmm, why am I wearing clothes anyway? Visual aids indeed! Why haven't I been doing whatever I want to do? And I *want* to tease them till their brains explode!' So instead of restoring her skirt she unzips the side and slips it off entirely. Then removes her blouse and bra as well. Looking down at herself, she thinks what a shame it is she doesn't have a man to throw her down on the carpet and fuck her senseless. George used to do that sometimes she recalls. Six years ago.. it seems so long. That was long before the new laws; she wonders what George would have done with her in the new scheme. Something imaginative, she supposes. He was always coming up with odd ideas. Would he have been one of those husbands who used the MPAs to severely restrict their wives' orgasms? From what she hears, this seems to be an increasingly widespread trend. Given how many women one sees in public in the growing fashion for sheer blouses and bras that make nipples quite visible, and the number of those women who's nipples seem to be very stiffly erect.... it probably is quite common. God! George probably would have. He'd sometimes tease her mercilessly in bed, fingering her to near orgasm then having her lie naked with her legs spread wide while he read a book or something beside her. Then he'd do the same again. He loved to see her looking horny and eager. It was probably only that she would usually have orgasms from straight sex that meant it was difficult for him to really ration her. If only he could see her now! No orgasms for over two years, and so desperate that she's getting her kicks from sexually teasing her children. If she wasn't actually legally obliged to do something of the kind, she'd feel terrible about it. Maybe. How about her being too afraid to allow them sexual access to her own body, for fear of the severe frustration she knows would result. Far, far worse than now. But then maybe if George was still alive he'd be having her do those things anyway, and with just as much frustraton? And there's no guessing what some new husband would demand of her. That's the trouble with being 34 and widely known to have been single for a long time, and showing off her usually hard nipples to everyone. Not to mention the Single Woman's Public MPA registry database! Of all the new ideas that's the one that scares her the most. That anyone can see her sexual arousal statistics online... it gives her such a mix of fearful shudders and tingles... She wonders when Timothy will start having erections? He's only 10, and the DHM checks don't start till 12 for boys. But maybe she should check for herself? She's just starting to picture a scene with the two boys using her together, and how desperately horny she'd become, when Scott draws her attention again. He's been gasping softly and incoherently, still lying on his side on the couch, shudding heavily with each regular spasm of his erection. Now he's sat upright, and stands up unsteadily. He seems to be unsure what he's doing, as he looks around wildly, clearly not fully aware of himself. He takes a few steps towards her, faltering with each of the pulsing jerks of his cock. His pelvis is thrusting spasmodicly, out of time with the cock spasms. The collection tube fixed on the end of his cock is heavy enough to weigh his erection down till it points about horizontal, except when he spasms and it jerks up to nearly vertical, then swings back down. He's raised his arms towards her, taking another stumbling step, and she feels a laugh rising in her throat. He could be an actor in some bizarre sex-zombie movie. She half expects him to start mumbling cuuntsss... cuuntsss... Another two shambling steps and he reaches her. His hands fumble over her breasts, and he pulls himself against her, clumsily butting his tube-ended penis against her pubes, thrusting it randomly. The whole thing is remarkably comical, but also teaches her a lot about how intense the Cumgo 'mixed semen reload' effect can be. Apparently it's so overwhelming he can barely stand up. Janice _really_ should see this. But it looks like he can't be relied on to stay in one spot in this state. "Timothy, you know that bag of ropes on the wall in the garage? Could you go and get that for me please?" "You're going to tie Scott up, mum?" "Yes dear, now please run and get it for me." "Coool!" He runs out of the room. Meanwhile Scott has pulled himself fully against her, and his erection with the collection tube on the end has slipped between her legs. He's humping against her, as if trying to get his penis into her pussy, but he's not allowing for the extra length of the tube so it just slides back and forth against her lower slit. He's half supporting himself with one arm over her shoulder, the other hand busy grasping her breasts, back and forth between the two. She's not sure if he's just completely out of it and doesn't know what he's doing, can't coordinate and has almost no strength, or if he's perhaps somewhat more aware. He's not saying anything, just gasping in a disjointed way with short shallow breaths. With his erection between her thighs she can feel it still jerking like clockwork with his ejection spasms, unproductive though they are. 'Wow' she thinks. 'This has definite possibilities. How would it feel to have him in me like this? Not being able to cum, it would drive me insane, but still, would probably be worth it. Too bad I want to leave that tube on him for now.' She stands there with him for a while, enjoying the fantasies, then walks him backwards to the couch. Timothy returns with the old ropes, and she leans forward over the couch, letting Scott slide down to a seated position. She lets go of him briefly and picks up a handful of rope pieces. Scott keeps trying to stand up again but it's easy to hold him down on the couch because he's so uncoordinated. She quickly ties a rope length each of his wrists then pulls them wide along the back of the couch and down to the end frames. Now he can't get up, though he doesn't seem to be aware of this and keeps trying. Next she takes his ankles and ties them out wide to the front legs of the couch. Leaving him seated in the middle of the seat, thighs splayed out widely and forced to lean back into the cussions by his tied arms. His cock is still steel hard, jerking upright with each spasm, then being pulled to one side or another by the weight of the collection tube. His hips keep thrusting upwards, straining. Now that he's fixed in place it seems like it makes him focus more on whatever he's feeling, since he's started moaning in time to the pulsations of his cock again. %%%%%%intent She eventually lets Scott empty himself. Measures his production. 5.5ml She asks him if he feels so much different now, with the relief he craved? She promised him she'd allow him to empty, even though her advice was to keep it in. Is he happy now? She makes him describe exactly how he feels now. She says he'd better remember that feeling. Now he's had his relief, it's back to work. His volume has increased, and his size but she's not pleased with the rate of increase of either. She'd decided a month ago to see what can be done to increase progress, and that's how she found the Cumgo. It's very versatile... She gets out another part of the Cumgo kit. It's a seminal glands refiller. 'The Rejaculator'. She refills his prostate & vessicles with 6.5ml of the neutral fluid, including a shot of the Cumgo 'growing naughty boy (tm)' booster formula. It contains high dose slow release cializ, seminal production stimulants, and a mild slow release aphrodesiac irritant. She finally notices the still-active 'erection if not in Janice' rule. Removes it, absolutely no effect. His cock stays rock hard, the Rejaculator tube extending from the eye of his erection. She explains that from now on, every fortnight she'll let him empty, then refill him. This way the stretching process will be active all the time, not just in a few days at the end of each fortnight. The Cumgo documentation assures that the Sexual Morality Act only specifies a range of rates of emptying, and has has no prohibition against immediate refilling. It also doesn't touch on the matter of glandular discomfort. There's an App option to allow MPA attenuation of the perception of horniness, but that tends to decrease effectiveness of penis growth by inhibiting erections. She's opted instead to include the 'growing boy' combination booster, which enhances erections and penis growth, together with glandular growth. Unfortunately the sensations will be fairly strong, right from the start. To help with that she sets his MPA to provide sleep induction when he goes to bed in the evening. She knows it must be very hard to get to sleep otherwise, with a powerful erection and need for release. He's squirming, his hips rocking and twisting, stiff erection bobbing as he apparently tenses his pc muscles, trying to ease the powerful internal pressure he's feeling. The tube bobs with it. She grips the tube a few cm from the end of his cock and tugs on it briskly. "That's not hurting you inside, is it? It shouldn't be. Supposed to feel quite nice in there to pull on it a little, is it?" He'd grunted at the initial tug, and now thrusts his hips up towards her pull, his cock pointed by the tight tube. Still pulling on the tube she wraps her other hand around his shaft and jacks it lightly. "Uuuuhhhhh... ohh.... it's sooooo... I feel soooo full... I want to come... please... when you pull that it... uhhh oh I need to come, please... " "Yeah, I expect you do. Like I'm going to let you, just after putting this stuff in there." She lets go of his cock while still pulling repeatedly on the tube. With her other hand she picks up the syringe on the end of the tube, glancing at the plunger position on the scale. "This stuff costs money you know. It's active for up to a month inside you, but I'll be rejaculating you once a fortnight, so I can judge progress better. Now, no complaining. You know this feels nice as well as frustrating, so just enjoy. I'm supposed to do this for a few minutes to assist an even penetration of the fluid into the glands, before topping you up. Heh... this is kind of like jiggling a tea bag. Lipton's Prostate brand. With added cream..." She lets go of the syringe again, placing her hand palm down on his lower stomach just above his pubic mound. "Ah, what a pity all the interesting bits are way in the back there. It would be so hot if I could feel those swollen up glands under my hand here, while jiggling them on the end of this tube. Hey, I'll have to show you how to do that to Janine. A long rigid dildo that you can still grip when it's deep inside her... get her to hold her hands on her lower belly like this, then sort of stir the dildo around in her, pushing the end to the front. You can make a bump move around on her tummy, and having her feel it with her hands will drive her absolutely bananas. It's beeeauuutifuuulll.... uh, I..." She glances at his face sharply, wondering if he noticed. He's arching his head back against the sofa, eyes scrunched closed, hips lifting and shuddering. Phew... too distracted. She gives the tube several more stronger jerks in rapid succession, to make sure he stays distracted. Anchored by the large retaining bulb in his lower bladder the rejaculator fitting isn't going to move far in him no matter how hard she pulls. But the plugging bulbs tightly filling his tract at the upper reach of his prostate, and just below it, isolating the section in which both prostate and seminal vessicles junction with his urinary tract - those bulbs move enough in his sensitive areas to drive wedges of pleasure into his brain. Jamming it entirely. She makes a note to mention the long dildo tummy stiring trick to him some other time, without the personal giveaway. Or maybe... she really misses that. But... not being able to cum... the idea scares her. Good for the kids to learn some fortitude, but herself? "Well, I guess that's enough fun for now. That should all be nice and evened out by now. So..." She checks the iPurity on the sofa beside him is still showing the Cumgo App page, with the Rejaculation controls up. Initial charging is easy; just fairly quickly drive in previous ejaculation volume plus 20%. Topping up is more exacting; it must be done slowly, while watching the bargraphs in the Rejaculator controls, which are indicators of MPA reports of tissue taughtness in the glands and urethra. The bars redline at levels safely below the point at which any physical damage would occur, as well as having indicators for user-perceived comfort, grading through several levels of discomfort up to pain. He's currently nowhere near any redlines, and only on the first discomfort level. She picks up the syringe again, holding it in both hands so she can push down hard on the plunger, watching the display. Now she's stopped with the tube tugging, he's settled down a bit and opened his eyes, watching what she's doing. He hesitantly asks "Uh... mum? Are you finished? Aren't you going to take it out now?" "No dear, some more still. Poor boy, it's a little uncomfortable already isn't it? Don't worry, it won't hurt a bit. Although... it's going to be rather more um... intense. How is it feeling now?" "Ohhhhh muuum! Please... uh.." He looks at her pleadingly, but aware that he's not allowed to complain or try to make her change her mind. She meets his gaze calmly, ignoring his silent plea. Realising he's not going to get out of whatever she has planned, he slumps, resigned. He softly tries to describe the unfamiliar feelings. "I... never felt it so... urgent before. It's like I really, really just have to cum, and almost anything would make me start spurting. Like... if I just squeezed down there it would start the contractions and I'd cum, because there's this huge feeling of fullness that can't go on. Only when I squeeze nothing happens, it just keeps feeling the same. And it's more than just fullness too, there's a sort of tingling, itchy sensation way down there just below my bladder, where it feels so full. Like something's tickling me inside, right at the root of my penis, that sort of makes me feel like my penis has to be even harder and push into something or I won't be able to scratch the itch. Oohhh... it makes me want... want to fuck... please...? Will you let me?" "That's the spirit! Put some effort into answering my questions, ask me nicely for things, I may even consider it, later. For now, try to not wiggle around too much. I'll understand if you can't keep quiet for this." She taps the 'begin top-up' control on the screen, then starts depressing the syringe plunger. There'a a bit of a dead zone where fluid is flowing in the fine cum-capilary in the multi-core tube, and re-pressurizing the junction section of his urethra. The urethra pressure bar rises till it is equal to the pressures in the seminal glands, at which point the App recognises it can command the gland ducts to open, without losing any of their existing contents. A 'loading' indicator icon activates on the panel. Scott is squirming at the sensation of his upper urethra tightening, but as she presses a bit more of the milky artificial semen into him he suddenly shudders and stiffens till his body is rigid, jaw clenched. It looks as if he's trying to push down on the intrusion, forcing it back. Of course he can't do any such thing. Even if he could equal the pressure easily produced by the cheap plastic 20 ml syringe, his MPA is blocking contraction of potentially interfering muscles in his lower abdominal area anyway. Sharon keeps depressing the plunger slowly. The three bars for his prostate and two vessicles tension are rising slowly now, and the overall bar is nudging up to the second discomfort level. Suddenly Scott drops out of his rigidity, dropping back into the sofa. His thighs fall wide apart, and his pelvis begins undulating slowly, in time with a soft moaning breath. "Ooooooohhhhhh I can... uhhhhh ohhh feeeel it... ohhhhh oh... muuuum... you're going to... to... ohhhhh... unreal... will it... like I never... so full so ful... oh... wait, please no... uh.... please it's too... tooooooo..." She shudders herself, a ripple of clenching tightness flowing through her own sex. This... the effect on him is much more dramatic than the first quick refilling. It's soooo erotic, turning her son into a ball of shuddering, desperate horniness. She keeps pressing the plunger, thinking of the fluid with all its stimulating and aphrodesiac properties, swelling up his most intimate, demanding sexual parts, forcing them to become more urgently and demandingly swollen than he has ever experienced. Her own sex is getting awfully swollen and demanding too, and the urge to cross her legs and squeeze herself is almost irresistable. But she knows how hair-triggered her MPA is when she's this excited, and doesn't want to have her mood spoilt by any self-masturbation punishment jolt from her inner technological master. So instead she holds her thighs wide apart, balancing her own erotic frustration against the despairing arousal of her son as she forces more of the diabolical arousal-fluid into the centers of his sexuality. His overall bar is into the third discomfort zone now. Only two to go before she must stop or cause him actual pain. Which she... can't help looking at the membrane tension bars, and noticing that at this rate, he'd be well into the pain zone before any of the tensions approached actual damage risk limits. She shakes her head. It's a thought. Perhaps a punishment if he's ever _really_ deserving. Not this time... He's threshing around quite madly now, making her glad she decided to tie him down earlier. He's almost incoherently begging now, but it's not clear if he's begging her to stop, or keep going. She wonders if he'll be able to calm down later and function normally. The manual says boys are able to, once they get used to the feeling and accept there's nothing they can do to relieve it. Some may require a spanking or other punishment to bring them to terms with their new level of inner sexual tension, and that it will continue until they are permitted relief, regardless of their wishes. She wonders if she'll have to spank Scott. She never has needed to before. There's something about that image that makes it flicker in her mind, reversing roles, with herself naked over Scott's knee, her bottom smarting under his firmly sriking hand. A sudden clench from her vagina, and she impulsively presses the plunger harder for a moment. Then catches herself and looks at the display. Oops, she stopped *just* in time. The overall bar indicator is most of the way up the very last discomfort level. As she watches it edges up a little more, going very close to the line. And a bit more... oh... the equalisation of the tubing, viscous flow, there's a trailoff... the line moves a little more, now right on the line of the last non-pain level. She acts quickly, tapping the 'end' symbol on the iPurity display. The 'Loading' icon deactivates, signifying the outlets of his glands have shut. The bar display stays steady. She looks at the syringe gradations, subtracting, and figures she has added 1.7 ml more on top of the 6.5 ml of the initial charge. 8.2 ml total! Awesome! Plus over the next two weeks till his next treatment, his glands will be producing even more seminal fluid. The organs will be stretching, which if their contents remained the same would allow his sense of urgency to diminish slightly. But they will be having to hold more, in a balance between added content and stretching vessels. The Rejaculator manual insists she has to watch his tissue tension levels closely, and allow emission of any excess that could cause harm. Much like the normal mandatory male emission laws, but more out on the edge. He's still writhing and mumbling incoherently, as she opens the valves on the end of the rejaculator multi-tube to deflate the bulbs within him. She carefully pulls it out of his rigid cock and drops the device into a plastic bag for washing and sterilization for reuse next time. She closes down the Cumgo Rejaculator App and locks in the standard MPA 'no ejaculation' rule. %%% Where has Timothy been? The daytime erection is another matter... She really thinks he needs to overcome his selfconsciousness about his sexuality. So, she's already signed him up for the Naked In School program. He'll be starting on Monday.