Brandon's Initiation to M.A.M.A.

Heather climbed off Brandon and began to dress up. This wasn't her first time having sex, but it was her first simultaneous orgasm with a partner. She gazed at Brandon's naked body glistening with sweat as he laid before her. She knows she's just doing her job, but she felt like there was something special about him. Suddenly the door swung open. It was Jillian.

"Soooo. How are we doing in here?" she asked curiously.

"We completed phase two and three just like you asked Jillian."

She looked at Brandon and said, "I'm glad to hear it", with a smile. "How was it stud? Becoming a man. Do you feel any different?"

Brandon nodded his head. "Yes, Mistress Jillian. Thank you for the experience. I enjoyed it very much."

"And how about you Heather?" she asked. "Did you enjoy what you did to Brandon?"

Heather bit her lip and smiled nodding her head.

"Ok I'm glad. You can go now. Thanks for your help," she said dismissing Heather. "Oh and you should go now to Jason's initiation ritual. The line isn't that long."

"Your welcome Jillian. See you later Brandon," she said leaving.

Jillian turned to Brandon, "So it seems you're no longer innocent. Now I can punish you without remorse", she said giggling.

Brandon swallowed nervously. He could see the sadistic side of Mistress Jillian surfacing.

She began to unstrap him from the bench, "You look like you have something to say... Speak!"

"Mistress Jillian, I need to use the restroom," he said.

"Oh right... I'll take you," she replied. "However, I should tell you the rules about that too. You're only allowed three bathroom trips a day when you're outside your sleeping quarters. Now follow me."

She leads Brandon down the corridor again. Past the double doors for the cafeteria. There were two doors opposite each other with symbols on them. The door on the left had a graphic of a kneeling dog. And the door on the right had a graphic of a woman sitting with a man laying beneath her ass with an erection.

"Which door do you think is for you?" Jillian asked sarcastically.

Brandon already feeling completely humiliated motioned for the left door.

"Good boy," she said.

They entered the bathroom. Immediately Brandon noticed it was no ordinary men's room. There were no urinals, or stalls. He saw a row of makeshift fire hydrants spaced about 5 feet apart and they appeared to have funnels protruding out from their sides. There was another mistress with her male who entered right before them. He saw the other male lift his leg like a dog and start peeing into the funnel. He looked familiar. He was also one of the newcomers this week. Jose or something. His initiation ritual is schedule right after Brandon's.

"You're not allowed to use your hands Brandon," instructed Jillian. "Just lift your leg, aim your willy, and start peeing. Try not to miss."

Brandon approached one of the hydrants and situated himself so his penis was aligned with the funnel. He was about to lift his leg when he heard something.

"Ok now lick up your mess," said the other mistress to Jose. "Anything that didn't make it into the funnel you have to lick up. That's the rule."

Brandon paused and watched poor Jose lean over towards the hydrant with a cringe on his face and start licking all his pee droplets. He licked the sides of the hydrant and the floor around it. He had made quite a mess not knowing what the consequence was. Brandon considered himself very lucky to have come in after them. He looked at Mistress Jillian grinning at him.

"So, you know the rule now," she said giggling. "Get to it."

Brandon looked at the hydrant and the funnel. The funnel was maybe six inches wide. Much smaller than a standard toilet or urinal. Men in general have a hard time aiming into those. How was he supposed to get it into this small funnel? Especially with no hands. And the floor itself is not exactly clean. He had to find a way to do this without having to lick anything afterwards.

He nervously lifted his leg and straddled the hydrant. He practically dipped his penis into the funnel like he was fucking it. It was touching the inside where God knows thousands of men have already peed. It was the lesser of two evils. Penis touching piss funnel versus licking pee from a dirty bathroom floor. He felt confident that he was not going to spill and start relieving himself.

Mistress Jillian just watched carefully to see if anything splashed out.

Brandon's was finished peeing, but now there was one more challenged. How do you shake it with no hands? There's always a dribble of pee on the tip and it will definitely drip to the floor if he pulled away. With his mistress watching she couldn't risk it. He started shaking his entire hip while bouncing slightly up and down carefully causing his dick to slap against the funnel. The last few droplets came out and he was done.

He lowered his leg and looked at Jillian hoping she doesn't find some excuse to make him lick that floor for her own satisfaction.

"Ok good job Brandon," she said. "You managed to do it the right way the first time. Now is there anything else you need to do in here? Number two perhaps?"

"Where would I do number two?" Brandon asked.

"Number two is done using the toilet in your sleeping quarters," she replied. "This bathroom is only for doing number one. You should make a habit of voiding your bowels first thing in the morning."

"Uh...I didn't know that Mistress Jillian. Sorry... I don't mean to be out of line, but I have to go now, if you please allow," he said frightened but desperate.

"Not to worry... I go easy on my males the first day," she said pulling on his leash to exit the bathroom. "I have to prepare you for your initiation anyway.... And that usually entails emptying your bowels," she said smirking.

It was 12:30pm. Almost time for Brandon's "Initiation Ritual".

Jillian walked Brandon back to his sleeping quarters and pointed at the toilet.

"This one time only I will let you to use it during your correction time," she said. "I'll be outside waiting. Hurry up. And be sure to clean yourself thoroughly."

The door closed and Brandon was alone. He walked up to the toilet. There was no toilet paper roll. He saw a knob on the side of the seat. Must be a bidet also?

He sat down and took care of his business. During the process a little pee came out too. When he was finished, he turned the knob and felt water spray up into his ass crack. He ran the water thoroughly to make sure he was popping fresh down there. Right before getting up, he instinctively tapped the top of his penis a few times to get the dribble off. Then he paused...

"Oops," he said to himself nervously. "Not supposed to touch!"

He looked up at the camera wondering if anyone was watching. Maybe, maybe not. It's hard to tell being his first day. But would anyone spend the entire time watching the cameras in the rooms all day?

He decided to act like it didn't happen and stood up and flushed. Then went back down on all fours and banged on the door to signal he was finished.

Jillian walked back into the room and reattached her leash to his balls. She looked at the toilet bowl area as if looking to see if there was any mess to make Brandon lick up. Thankfully she found none.

"Ok we are ready," she said into her watch. Then she pulled out something Brandon hadn't noticed she was holding, "Let's put this on, shall we?"

Brandon saw in her hand something he's seen before in porno's. A shiny metal butt plug. Brandon eyes widened.

"Get over here and turn around," she said. "You just took a dump so it should just slide right in."

"Will this hurt mistress...," he said while showing his back side to Jillian, "I've never done anything like this..."

Without hesitation Jillian spread his butt cheeks. She was reminded of how small his anus was.

"It's only a little over one inch in diameter. You can take it," she said giggling.

Brandon felt the tip of the plug press against his anus and slowly pry it open. He tensed up as she pushed it further in. Then suddenly is sucked itself in and his ass hole clamped shut around the neck of the plug.

Jillian was trying not to laugh at Brandon's reactions. She loved shoving things in men's asses. She could see he was very uncomfortable.

Seconds later two of those red spandex guards walked in to help escort Brandon to his initiation. His gut was turning inside out with nervousness. Not knowing what was about to happened to him. Whatever it is.... Clearly, it's something everyone survives right? None of the other males he saw looked permanently damaged or dismembered. The only thing he saw were two males with welt markings on their asses. Perhaps it's just a "welcome aboard" whipping?

Brandon crawled between the guards with Jillian holding the leash behind him. He couldn't help but crawl a little funny with the plug in his ass. He saw some crowding in the hallway ahead. They finally came to a door with a tag "Room 33". He was escorted inside. The room was pretty large, about the size of a classroom. There were a few Mistresses already in the room wearing the black and sky-blue spandex, and boobs showing as usual. In the front center of the room there was a bench with straps.

Jillian unleased Brandon's balls and fiddle around by his asshole for a bit. He felt something being attached to his butt plug. He looked down and saw a wire hanging between his legs. Then immediately the two guards grabbed him by the arms and began pulling him towards the bench. Brandon knew resisting was futile. It would just make things worse... Most likely for his balls.

They laid him down and began to restrain him starting with his torso, then his legs and ankles. Then they put cuffs around his wrists and attached his hands just out of reach from his penis. Once fully secured they removed the ball shocker. When they were finished Jillian spoke.

"Are you comfortable?" she asked standing next to him.

"Yes mistress." he replied with a shaky voice.

Jillian was a true sadist. She loved her job at M.A.M.A. She loved putting men through these torments. She pretended to act like she cared by caressing Brandon's hair.

The Head Mistress walked in. She always like to be the one who kicked things off at the Initiation Rituals. She began to speak.

"Welcome your initiation into M.A.M.A. Brandon," she began saying. "For the next three hours you will be cock teased and denied orgasm by every mistress and sous-mistress at our facility."

Brandon's eyes widened. What? Teased? For three hours??

"This will be the most frustrating sexual experience of your life Brandon. And that's the point," she said.

Suddenly a ball gag with a dildo was forced into Brandon's mouth by Jillian.

"See that dildo strapped to your face Brandon?" she asked. "It's an exact replica of your cock. While you were unconscious, we made a mold of it to make this dildo."

Brandon tried to focus in on the dildo protruding from his mouth gag. It did in fact look familiar. He then turned his head back towards the rest of the room. There were several more mistresses now. He then came eye to eye with Heather, who was standing in the corner. A sudden feeling came over him. He wished he could go back to that moment when she lay naked on top of him after their intimate moment together. Then it was all disrupted.

"Ok hook up the sensors," Head Mistress commanded to the guards. "And everyone else form a line out in the hallway."

They attached a sleeve of some short to Brandon's flaccid penis along with some sort of device beneath his balls. Both items had a wire coming out of them. In addition to the wire that was attached to his butt plug. The wires were then attached to some electronic tablet.

"Let me explain how this works Brandon," said Head Mistress. "We attached three stimulation devices with sensors. One is in your anus to stimulate your prostate, the second is strapped around your testicles, and the third is strapped to your penis."

Brandon listened carefully. He thought the initiation was going to be a punishment or maybe something extremely humiliating. But having his man parts teased for a few hours didn't seem so bad at all.

"They are all plugged into this computer tablet which regulates the amount of stimulation you will receive to keep you near the edge of orgasm. The really impressive part is it won't allow you to ever achieve the orgasm," she continued. "This is your fait for the next 3 hours."

Brandon was getting aroused, and his member began to swell before the machine was turned on.

"During this time, each mistress and sous-mistress will have a one-on-one tease session with you," she added. "They will ride the dildo on your face until they cum adding to your frustration."

Brandon's heart started racing with excitement at the thought of being sexually teased by so many beautiful bare breasted women. He was absolutely sure his dick would erupt in no time.

"There is a catch though," she said grinning. "You will be sensory deprived the whole time."

Then suddenly the strapped his head to the bench, covered his eyes with a blind fold and slipped on noise cancelling headphones. Moments later he felt the machine turn on. The sensation across his cock and balls was so intense within 10 seconds he was on the verge of climax.

"Mmmmm... mmmm...." Brandon let out moans of ecstasy. He tried thrusting his pelvis towards the ceiling, but the restraints were too tight to move at all.

Then suddenly he felt someone straddle his head and start bouncing up and down on the dildo. Unable to hear or see anything he couldn't tell which mistress went first. She bounced to a nice steady rhythm.

Meanwhile his cock was aching to explode. "Oh fuck... please stop this... let me cum," he tried mumbling into the gag. He was only a couple minutes in and was already pleading to cum.

Several minutes passed and he felt the woman climb off then another climb on. His cock and balls felt like they were going to explode. It felt bigger than it's ever been. Like it was trying to tear out of its own skin. Brandon's begging and pleading continued into his gag. "Please... please... I can't take it..." he mumbled.

His torment continued uninterrupted for the next three hours. He felt woman after woman mount his head dildo. Some would caress his naked tied down body when they entered the room only adding to his tease.

Suddenly the blindfold and headphones were removed, and Brandon was face to face with Heather.

"How are you holding up handsome?" she asked.

Brandon mumbled some words of frustration that Heather was somewhat able to make out.

"Let you cum? No unfortunately I can't do that this time. It's not over," she said smiling. "I'm next and last. Mistress Jillian said it was ok for me to remove the blindfold and headphones for my turn."

With that Heather unzipped her crotch, pulled her panties to the side and mounted the dildo. It was the most amazing view of a woman that Brandon ever had. He could see her pussy lips wrapped around the replica of his own cock. He was about to lose his mind. His frustration was keeping him from enjoying the moment. Right now, he would give his left testicle just to cum.

Several minutes later Heather lifted herself off the dildo and turned around, so her ass was towards Brandon's face. He started to scream into his gag with frustration. He's had this intense urge to cum for several hours now. He was going to go insane.

Heather's moans got louder and faster till she climaxed. "Ohhh.... Oooooooohh.... Yes.... Yes...."

Brandon felt like crying. When was it going to be his turn to cum?

Heather climbed off and called Jillian into the room along with the Head Mistress. And they removed the mouth gag.

Brandon immediately began begging and pleading loudly. "Please mistresses.... Please let me cum.... I'll do anything you want... Just let me cum..."

The three of them started laughing at Brandon's predicament. It was always quite amusing to see the males in this desperate state. A total slave to their own dicks.

"Ok, we will let you cum, but you have to do something for each of us in return," said the Head Mistress. "This will be in addition to your daily correction. We will each whisper what we want you to do into your ear. So, it will be confidential. And when the time comes, you will have to deliver on your promise. You will not be able to leave here until you've satisfied your commitment."

"Yes... Please.... Whatever... Just let me cum... Please..." begged Brandon.

Each woman took turns whispering into Brandon's ears. His eyes widened with each request but was in no position to negotiate. He just agreed to all of it.

"Ok then. Now that that's settled it's time for you to cum," said Head Mistress. "Jillian cranked up the machine".

Jillian tapped on the tablet and the sensation in Brandon's cock and balls when through the roof.

"OOOOHHHH GODDDDDD," screamed Brandon as his dick erupted like it was his first orgasm ever. His body thrust in all directions within his restraints. It was finally over. He now laid there heart racing and out of breath.

Jillian called in the guards to begin removing the sensor and butt plug and unstrapping him from the bench. Heather stood over Brandon caressing his chest and thighs. His whole body was glistening with sweat, and his cock still hard.

The guards reattached the leash to his balls and escorted Brandon out of the room crawling. Jillian followed them. As they left the room several mistresses were waiting in the hallway to come in for the third and last initiation of the week.

Brandon felt humiliated in front of so many beautiful women, and his huge erection didn't help. Any mistress they passed in the hall grinned at him, saying things like "Way to take it champ", or "How's that cock feeling?"

They finally arrived at his room and the guards helped him into the bed.

"Get some rest Brandon," said Jillian. "I'll come check on you in a couple of hours. Since you missed lunch during your initiation, they brought your food here," she said pointing to a tray on the counter.

Everyone left the room.

After about a half hour Brandon decided to eat his lunch. It was a nice deli sandwich with chips and soda. Aside from the physical and mental torment, the accommodations were pretty nice.

He stood up to use the toilet. Finally, his erection was gone. Again, he accidentally shook his penis to get the droplets off.

"That's a hard habit to break," he thought looking up at the camera.

He laid back down onto the bed and decided to examine the shocker device attached to his balls. He had never really looked at it before. It looked like a shock collar they use to train dogs. "I guess it was appropriate for this place," he thought since they had him crawling and peeing like a dog.

As he awaited Jillian's return, he couldn't help but think of all the things he experienced so far today. Being shocked in the balls, treated like a dog, eating on the floor, and sexually tormented by beautiful women. The more he thought about it the more aroused he became. This feeling was new to Brandon.

The digital clock on the wall now read 6:25 pm. The door to Brandon's room swung open and it was Jillian and Heather. They looked at Brandon still laying in his bed.

"On the floor... kneel," commanded Jillian.

Brandon immediately complied.

"Kiss both our shoes."

Brandon crawled over and gave a soft kiss to both women's feet. Heather was wearing open toe stilettos, so he planted his lips directly to her bare toes. He found this very arousing. Touching Heather in any way was a privilege in his mind.

"Good boy," said Jillian. "How's your dick feel?" she asked smirking.

"It feels good mistress," he replied.

"Glad to hear it," she said giggling. "Now follow us. It's time for your daily punishments."