Altered Genesis Ch. 09

"Ahhh owww! Thank you for the compliment," he gasped quickly.

"Better," she released him. "I'm just trying to help you Dean."

She squirted more cream into her hand and continued applying it to his cock.

"I want to see you do well. I know that Tammy has her doubts about you but... I dunno. I see a lot of potential here. I'd love to see you prove her wrong."

She smirked as she spoke, ignoring Dean's groans of overstimulation like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Her left hand wandered to his balls.

"The twins look lovely. Very photogenic."

"Aahh th-ah! Thank you. D-Doctor Gynohill!"

"Oh there. See. That wasn't so hard. Don't forget to smile honey. You have a radiant smile. You should use it more."

Dean forced himself to smile for a moment, the look of panic still shining through his wide eyes.

She felt one testis at a time, squeezing enough to cause discomfort.

"Good boy Dean. I can tell that these are nice and full. That's so hot. A boy who doesn't waste the cum is a real turn on. That helps explain why you are so eager to offer me an erection."

"Thank you Doctor. Lady Lockwood said to-"

"That reminds me," the doctor spoke over him, "I got so distracted by the cock that I forgot the fun bags. Your getting old Gwen," she said to herself.

She began applying the same cream to his balls.

"They're nice and smooth. So is that cute little boy butt. I'm glad that I don't need to do touch ups there. We really don't have time to be waxing today. What was I saying? Oh yes, the average lady loves to see a soft blue hue to a big pair of smooth balls."

She stared at his aching balls and licked her upper lip then bit her lower one. The only sounds in the room were the humiliating squelch of his charms and his wanton moans. Her gaze shot through him and into his soul so he closed his eyes to hide his heart from her; it was the only modicum of privacy that he had left.

"Have you been taking the health supplements?"

"Yes doctor Gynohill."

"The meal replacement and the pills?"

"Yes... um..."

"Did you get the runs?" she chuckled.

Dean frowned mournfully.

"That's normal honey. It's just a standard cleanse. It supports your general health. I'll have you continue taking it for a bit longer."

Dean nodded; his face dripping with shame. The doctor smiled at him warmly. She shifted her attention back to his vulnerable cock, locking her fingers tightly around the lip of his mushroom head and began pumping.

"Gotta get it in everywhere."

Dean had never been touched like this before. Her strength and precision demonstrated to him that despite all those years of sinful masturbation, he still had no idea how his own cock worked. But the Doctor knew, and she was showing him.

Dean's eyes widened and his balls began sucking up to his abdomen. He was about to orgasm.

"Oohh no!!! OH DOCTOR!"

"Easy boy," she hissed with breathless passion as she gave his butt an aggressive slap with her free hand. The sensation of her hands conquering his cock and the sting of the spanking disappeared behind a tsunami of building pleasure. He welcomed the pain and humiliation of her palm; anything to distract him from the threat of premature ejaculation. He couldn't believe that he actually felt that he deserved a spanking.

"Haec dea fecit hominem matriarchiae servire" she whispered, "Penis ad serviendum creatum est. Semen pertinet ad dominam. Hic masculus matriarchae suae serviet. Omnis masculus servus erit."

Her powerful hands ripped through his defences. He lost control, hurtling over the edge into infinity. He gave into the joy, finally, after 3 long days, release had come. Electric pleasure continued to build up in his body as he reached his apex of carnal submission. He looked into Doctor Gynohill's eyes. In that moment she was his sovereign saviour, his merciful mistress, his golden Goddess. It didn't matter that she was old and ugly because she held his entire world in her wrinkled hands. He couldn't help but surrender his soul to her.

Then everything stopped. Dean held his breath, waiting for the inevitable drop into the oblivion of release. He waited. He felt love for this strange lady well up inside himself as his arousal continued to peak. He waited. He would do anything for her, she was divine. He waited.

"There." she whispered.

"I cast a spell on your cock. Premature ejaculation won't be a problem now."

Dean looked down to find her hand pumping away. He was right on the edge. He felt like he was just one more touch from satisfaction but the powerful pounding couldn't give him what he needed. The restraints began to rattle and his face contorted as each powerful thrust of her callused fingers caused his youthful energy to build and build inside of him more than he thought possible. His cock thronged painfully under the immense pressure. He had never been so hard. Bolts of electricity jolted his entire body as he groaned like a whore in a porno.

"Perfect," she smiled, "This feels like a proper cock now."

"Oh yes! That's a good healthy young joystick," she hissed just above a whisper. All pretence was gone, the doctor was enjoying herself with pure inhibition.

"Oh no! Please! No more Doctor!" he pleaded.

"See boy," she smiled "The Goddess has imbued me with powers that no boy can comprehend. I've still got it. Bringing that cock to heel."

She squeezed tighter and picked up the pace.

"Uurrggh no!!" Dean lost all control as he began fighting against the restraints with all his might. He was desperate to shield his vulnerable phallus from the onslaught but was powerless against the doctor's consuming grasp. Lightning shot through his helpless body, searing into his mind. It felt like his very soul was being taken from him.

His groans were loud now, completely unimpeded by his shame.

"That's it," she cooed, "Let it out. All that frustration that comes with being a boy. Accept who you are. You don't need to pretend anymore. There's a good submissive buck."

Dean's scrambled mind slowly began to process what was happening. Did the doctor just speak in lingua? She spoke of Dibella?! She sounds very religious, are the others like her? What have I gotten into? How did I not see this coming!?

A song started playing in the room. A young male voice sung the words, "The Queendom of heaven is here..."

"Hello"

It took Dean a moment to realise that it was the Doctor's ring tone.

"Hey Ali!" she smiled, "what's up? Where are you?"

"Oh yes. I see. Can she get us the extra funds?"

Her eyes danced over Dean exposed anus as she listened.

"Good"

"Oh great. I love how much emphasis your are putting into recruitment. First that young recruiter and now another. Who is she?"

"Oh wonderful. I think that another experienced hand is important to really build what we are doing here."

"Goddess really?!"

"No way! I didn't think that you were actually serious about that!"

"Is it safe? It sounds pretty risky."

She absently wrapped her free hand around Dean's throbbing cock.

"Oh wow. She sounds like a pro. As long as we have the legal bases covered, then it's fine by me."

"Yep"

"Yeah. A lot cheaper."

She glanced at Dean's face then back to his cock.

"Score another one for the sisterhood then," she smiled.

"Yeah, I know. Most pretty boys can't act worth a damn. This is clearly the way to go."

"Yeah"

"Well, tell Tammy that as a Doctor, I can say that it's for their own good in the long run. They will all be grateful eventually."

"So when will procurement take place?"

"Okay."

"I look forward to it. I have a few ideas about how we should proceed upon receipt of the goods but I'm sure that we can discuss that later."

"Yeah. Great, thanks."

"Yes. He's been excellent."

"Of course not. Under control. This new product is phenomenal. Makes my job easy."

"Yep."

"Absolutely."

"This is why I've been saying that it will trigger the next great sexual revolution. They need to hurry up and go to market."

"Yeah well, hopefully the lawyers can deal with all that soon."

"Yep, I'm with him now."

"I know. Even I think it's outstanding," she tightened her hand around Dean's cock and smiled ear to ear.

"Haha yes I would know."

"Be sure to tell her that I'm very impressed. It's big, clean, cut, hung, young and gorgeous. And it's been reverently rising to attention for me."

"Yes. He's been a very good boy. You're not getting a bit jealous are you Ali?"

"Haha. Don't worry, he followed all your instructions to the letter."

"Mm yes. That's right."

"Spot on sister. It's not hard to tell when you know what to look for."

"Mmm"

"Well that's what I told Tammy. She still doesn't really understand our methods yet. Goddess love her."

"No. Just as you insisted. I'm leaving that for you. I've just made sure that he's ready."

"Yep. You mean the tiny white ones?"

"This boy is bigger than Mark, so getting them on might be a challenge."

"Where did you leave them?"

She turned to the door and opened it without a thought for Dean's modesty. The chair was facing the door leaving him utterly exposed to anyone standing in the hallway. His raging wet erection curving straight up and his freshly waxed sphincter prominently presented.

"Okay I'm heading that way now..."

Then she was gone and the door was left wide open. Dean was alone and more vulnerable than he had ever felt. He waited, praying that his raging erection would abate before he was discovered. But it no longer felt under his control. Normally he would be starting to soften after a minute of no stimulation but he was still rock hard. A dark warmth permeated his body and he could still feel that illusive orgasm close by. He had never been so horny. The shame was mortifying.

DING DONG

The ring of the doorbell sent a shudder through his body. His cock surged to become almost painfully hard. Orgasm still felt close as his cock urged him to surrender his dignity. He had no control of it anymore.

Mark silently passed by on his way to answering the door and shot Dean a blank look. Dean replied with a furrowed eye brow as he mouthed the words, "Close the door".

Before he could even finish, Mark had already continued on by. The sound of the front door unlatching was almost deafening.

"Welcome Lady Carmen. Let me help you with those."

"Thanks doll. Straight ahead to the lounge."

The click of heels supporting the immense weight of an imposing femme came closer and closer to the open entrance. The confidence in her gait was unmistakable.

Mark passed by the open door holding an assortment of lighting stands but acted as if Dean wasn't even there. Then a taller lady in her fifties passed by holding a brief case. She stopped suddenly at the doorway, enraptured with a wide-eyed smile.

"Goddess above! Haha!", she blurted out, "Aren't you just a divine morsel!"

"I'm lady Carmen, you must be the new boy."

"Hi, um.. I mean.. nice to meet you lady Carmen."

Dean gave a wide-eyed smile as he looked back at the enthralled old lady from between his naked legs. He felt like she already knew all his most shameful secrets.

"Looks like the new boy has really taken quite a shine to Gwen already," she laughed to someone who was out of Dean's view.

"That's one gorgeous piece!" she moved her eyes back to Dean.

"Hands off the goods Wilma. I'll take him from here," an unfamiliar voice called out.

A stout Asian lady with white hair entered the room and her eyes widened for a moment then she closed the door behind her.

"I see you've met everyone dear," she smiled, "I'm the lead writer, Fiona Wisecoven. We don't have much time to go over your lines. You clearly have a lot of potential. It would be a shame to waste it."

--

Dean gritted his teeth and smiled through the pain as the cum stung his open eyes.

"Click here to get my golden key. I'd love you to access all of my episodes." Dean forced a smile and waved at the camera that was mounted in lady Lockwood's glasses.

"I hope to see you soon mistress. Bye," he cooed in a mischievous tone.

"Ok. That's a wrap!" Fiona called out.

The silence was broken by a few cheers and claps from the ladies in attendance.

Dean took a deep breath and started wiping lady Lockwood's secretions from his face. His eyes had been stinging and he was terrified to find out what he looked like with viscous wads of her lubrication deposited on his face. He couldn't believe that he had degraded himself in this way. His dreams of falling in love with a young successful femme and pursuing a career in advertising had never felt so far away. He rolled off his knees and sat on the carpet against the couch.

"Mark and I have an appointment with Mother Freya now."

Dean recognized lady Lockwood's voice as he gingerly removed her cum from his eyes. Despite his temporary blindness, he could sense that she was getting up off the couch.

"About the funding?" Tammy said.

"Yes. Its an important meeting so we must be going."

"Okay. But first we must pray." Tammy said.

"Okay," Lady Lockwood agreed.

All six ladies stood in a Dibellan prayer circle and Dean felt like he had seen a ghost. During the interview there was no sign that any of the ladies subscribed to the matriarchal religion. That illusion had put him at ease at the time, the last thing he wanted was to be exposed to more bigotry from femme supremacists.

Dean felt his stomach turn to stone as he listened as Lady Lockwood lead them in prayer.

"Divine Goddess; ruler of your creation. Accept today's work as a humble offering to you. May the work of our hands be pleasing to you as we toil to bring about your glorious dominion. We thank you for giving us life full of abundant pleasures. Thank you for sending Mark and Dean. Give us the strength and courage to guide our males. Dibella be praised."

"Dibella be praised," the ladies responded in unison.

"Okay. We will be a couple of hours, so feel free to hang about and help Dean get settled in."

With his vision finally restored, he reopened his stinging eyes and looked down to his imprisoned cock. Still no release. It had taken a painful 10 minutes to shrink his member enough to fit in the steel prison, even with the aid of an ice pack. Performing for several hours with out release left his hot seed still brewing inside. A dull ache permeated his balls and pelvis as his body protested orgasmic denial. After being such a slut, he felt that he deserved it.

What shocked him most was how unphased he felt, all he could think about was how horny he was. Sex with lady Lockwood had left him extremely aroused and unsatisfied. He could still feel that illusive orgasm nearby; taunting him. It was all he could think about. He didn't even care that he was naked in a room full of old femme anymore.

Lady Lockwood left the apartment with Mark in arm and the ladies turned their attention back to Dean. He got up and walked over to the doctor. Even the subtle movement sent a jolt of pain through his swollen balls. Several sets of eyes followed his imprisoned assets across the room. A decorative bell hung from a chain attached the tip of his cage, with each step, his swollen masculinity bounced and swayed between his legs. Each step celebrated his degradation with a soft chime of the bell.

The doctor sat down and patted her lap. Dean complied, and rested his bare bottom on her massive thighs.

"It looks like he has a favourite already ladies." Doctor Gynohill said in a playful tone.

"I think he just wants you to let him out Gwen," Tammy said.

Dean nodded shamefully unable to move his gaze from the floor.

"Well. Don't you remember how much trouble it was getting you back in last time?" doctor Gynohill rubbed his back.

"That sounds like an awful hassle. But I tell you what, if you do something for me, then I'll let you out for a bit. Come now, we can get some privacy in Aaliyah's room."

--

"Lock the door," Melody whispered.

Stephanie turned the latch, locking the door to the study room from the inside. The sound of a group of young femme discussing TV shows in the middle of the library subsided. They had privacy now.

"Where is he Mel? Just tell me! We don't need all this cloak and dagger. Why isn't he answering his phone?"

Stephanie couldn't hide her irritation.

"I don't know where he is. Well, not exactly," Melody whispered.

Stephanie shot and impatient frown.

"He got a job doing porn with some production company called 'Supreme sisters'", Melody said.

"We need to get him out of there!" Stephanie was already moving towards the door as she spoke.

"I know I know, but I don't know where they took him."

"What do you mean you don't know?! You know about the job. Can't we just find them online. This is kidnapping! Possibly even sex trafficking! Every minute counts!"

Stephanie was already getting her phone out.

"Well, that's why I wanted to speak privately," Melody spoke with a forlorn look.

"He wasn't kidnapped. He was hired. Signed a contract and everything."

"WHAT!? You idiot! The traffickers always make it seem like a legitimate job, then they ship them off to India or Japan or something."

Stephanie was busy searching the term 'supreme sisters' on her phone as she fumed.

"I know they aren't planning that."

"How!?"

"They offered me a job in Marketing. They told me their plans for him. All I know is that he is living on set, of his own free will."

"How well do you know these femme!?"

"I met them at the club, they seem to like telling me things. But I swear that's all I know."

Stephanie was scrolling down a page filled with the image of a naked and erect young man. Even in the tense moment, Melody's eyes lingered on the visual treat that was blocked on her internet plan.

"You won't find shooting locations there. And if they are as bad as you say, you won't find the info anywhere," Melody sighed.

"Of course. You're right," Stephanie replied mournfully and slumped into a chair.

"Are you taking the job? You have to accept it," she stood back up.

Melody frowned, "No way. I can't work for those bigots. I can't support what they do."

"You have to!" Stephanie whispered, "You're our only connection to him now!"

"What. Like, undercover?"

"Exactly!"

"If you work for them, you can find out where he's being held!"

"Alright, if that's what it takes to get Dean back!" Melody replied soberly.

--

2 days later.

"I did it! He's at 201 Fairland Road North Hollywood! I've called a cab already! I'll pick you up in ten!" Melody didn't even wait for Stephanie to say anything on the other end of the line before making the pronouncement.

"Wait! Wait! Slow down!" Stephanie said.

"Is he alone? How do we get in?"

"Um, I dunno."

"So, we're gonna just ask for him back?" Stephanie probed with a sarcasm that Melody found irritating.

"Um well, I thought we could figure it out along the way."

"I've been thinking about this Mel. We need to manufacture a pretence for you to be there alone with him. We can't just overpower a gang of femme. And if they see us leave they can track us, especially if they have cops working for them. Do they have any police contacts?"

"Um. Well Aaliyah said something about a constable something or other. I can't remember her name now. They know each other through the club."

"Shit! And you already ordered the cab?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Because, for all we know, constable date-rape is helping these criminals out by monitoring the premises. It's SOP for any witness protection or stake out, and there isn't really anything stopping her from using it to keep her friends safe. Cops use their powers for that kind of thing all the time. If you order a cab to that unit, they will flag you as an unknown party on route to the premises. Since these government sponsored apps force you to enter the unit number, you have probably already been flagged."