Moonboy
05-21-2007, 2:37 PM
IRON LUNGS
Chapter 2
By Moonboy
"I'll explain how these iron lungs work," Laura told us. "We can open a panel in the underside so that it becomes a toilet. Likewise, we will connect a covering and funnel over your dicks so you can go peepee. They can even be turned over so you are looking down or swung so you are on your feet, or pivoted upside-down all without freeing you. We can ensure you are moved regularly to keep your blood circulating properly. We can wash you, move you, feed you and allow you to perform all the necessary bodily functions. In fact, we have absolutely no reason ever to release you at all"
"Mmph, mmph," was all I could answer.
"Yes," Laura said. "I think you understand. We've taken your mobility, your voices and your hair. You will live naked and immobilized, unable to move or speak. You will exist for our amusement, and for nothing else."
"You know what the best part is?" Amanda laughed. "You boys willingly put yourselves into those containers. You were such big, strong, muscular men, weren’t you? But now you are absolutely helpless before two women, and you did it all to yourselves just because you were unable to resist the sensual lure of a couple of women.”
“You are going to learn to worship our bodies, especially our asses, every moment of every day,” Laura said. “Sometimes, it will be live and in person. But, to make sure you remember you exist to be seats for our asses, you will be reminded every moment of every day.”
The headsets were placed over our heads once more. Before my eyes were a set of exquisite ass-cheeks that I instantly recognized as Amanda's. They filled my world, jiggling right in front of me as she walked. They jiggled endlessly. Over and over again they jiggled as the film looped and repeated for hours on end.
Amanda walked and Amanda’s sweet ass-cheeks jiggled. Amanda’s ass-cheeks jiggled and Amanda walked. Amanda walked and insanity jiggled. Amanda’s
ass jiggled and insanity walked abroad to fill the world where my rationality had been.
It was close. And, just in time, there were Amanda’s breasts snapping me back into a world where something more than ass-cheeks existed, until that too took me to the brink of madness for more than a few hours. There she was again, and this time she was in the shower where a wetter mania threatened to drown my senses.
Now there was Laura, breasts, ass, shower, and the sequences of Amanda were repeated. Time became meaningless, with the breaks when we were spoon-fed bland but nourishing food seeming to be days apart. We were too stupefied even to complain when our gags were briefly removed for this, sucking at the spoons as though we could somehow find release by taking every last trace of goodness from them. I have no idea how often I slept, but I know that when I did sleep it was only to dream of Amanda’s ass or Laura’s ass.
It went on for a month before they revealed yet another facility of the iron lungs in which we were both bound. We had assumed they were fixed to the floor, but now Amanda and Laura removed the locks and wheeled us up a ramp into the living room. We were left in a standing position facing each other, without our headsets. We stared in horror, seeing ourselves for the first time in over four weeks instead of only the repeating images of Amanda and Laura. It was as if we had suddenly woken from a nightmare.
"Well, you still can't move a muscle, but you can have a grand tour of the house anyway," Laura said. "Besides, you can stare at each other for company now."
They removed our gags to feed us again.
Bob shook with anger. "When I get free..." he started to shout.
"And how is that ever going to happen?" Laura laughed.
Bob’s face turned white, and not just with his anger. It was only at that moment we both realized, really realized, that these two women had no intention of freeing us- ever.
"Poor boys," Amanda chimed in. "All that machismo and all that feeling so big, important, adequate even, was nothing more than a delusion, was it? When it comes down to it, when we bring you down to it like we have now, you’re nothing but our pets. How sweet.”
We stared up, angry and helpless. "Mmph, gurgle glub," I moaned weakly and pointlessly as once again we were gagged.
"Aw, it’s so cute when you flex your big muscles and make gurgling noises at me like that," Amanda said. "In fact, I think that will be your new name."
Amanda looked at me.
"Do you like your new name, Gurglyboy?"
As I reddened in humiliation, Laura looked at Bob.
"You think you're so tough, but you whine too much. So from now on you can be Whiny."
*
It could have become boring, even for Amanda and Laura. They made sure it was not, and one morning they introduced some new elements for their delight and for my and Bob’s further discomfort.
First, they locked electronic collars around our necks. It seemed pointless when we were completely helpless anyway, but the two women took great delight in pointing out that these new collars had the power to render us unconscious with a vicious electric shock at any time they chose to activate them.
Secondly, they placed very nasty devices around our manhoods. These somewhat resembled jockstraps, except that they locked securely into place and had sophisticated electronics built into them. They were, of course, particularly devious chastity devices as both Laura and Amanda were not slow to explain. Laura joked that they were to keep us from procreating, and Amanda said that it was their way of ensuring we were their pets in every way.
"You know," Amanda said, "They look so emasculated wearing those over their cute little thingies."
"Impotent would be the better word," grinned Laura.
"Oh, so actually there's not a woman on this planet that could be satisfied by their impotent little peepees," Amanda said.
"I should say not," Laura agreed.
It was obvious they were teasing and mocking us. We could see it, and we shook with helpless rage. They, however, were delighting in it.
"So what do you think these male pets are good for?" Amanda asked.
"Well, it’s fun to ride their faces and once in a while we can remove those chastity devices," Laura explained.
"What ever for?" Amanda laughed.
"Well," Laura said, "Looking at their aching erections amuses me."
Even after months of this, I could not believe what they went on to do to us. One day, wheeled Bob to the bathroom while Amanda wheeled me there too. Opening the container but keeping me strapped in, she wiped me carefully with warm water. She carefully cleaned every nook and cranny. I was overwhelmed with humiliation, and with desire.
"A clean manpet is a happy manpet," Amanda said. "Right, Gurglyboy?"
I could only moan into the gag.
They shaved our bodies again, leaving no trace of a hair anywhere, and then they wheeled us to the kitchen.
"Unfortunately," Laura said, "In their restrained condition, they can't serve us drinks, but maybe they can still entertain us?"
She and Amanda took off their shirts and bras right in front of us.
"Now, the point of this game is to be the best pet and, of course, the best pet will be the winner," said Laura. "Whiny, you will compete for me and Gurglyboy will compete for Amanda. It’s quite simple. The objective is to have the biggest, hardest erection, and the judges of which is the biggest and hardest will be the two of us, Amanda and me.”
I looked at Whiny, and he looked at me. I had almost forgotten his real name by this time, and I am sure that he only thought of me as ‘Gurglyboy’ now too. I saw the defeat in his eyes, and I knew that he could see it in mine. We were nothing but their helpless male pets, with no hope of ever being any more or less than that.
.
It was a brief thought, because Laura and Amanda had already started. They swayed sensuously, massaging their breasts and moaning as though in the deepest throes of passion as they threw a leg over us and straddled our faces.
Amanda sat with her cheeks upwards towards my eyes, jiggling her sweet posterior above me. My balls ached deeply and I could feel my cock growing and throbbing in need. Laura was doing the same to ‘Whiny’. Then Amanda laughed and said, “Hmm, looks like you’re winning Laura. I’d better motivate Gurglyboy some more.”
She eased down, wedging my nose between her shapely cheeks and rubbing the wet warmth of her vagina on my mouth and nose.
I was going crazy with arousal. I thrashed and strained against my bonds to no avail. Part of my mind wanted me to twist and pull away from her sweet ass, not that I could. Part of it wanted me to bury my face in her delicious cheeks and luscious pussy and lose myself in my desires. This part won as I lapped and wiggled while my balls burned with a deep aching need and my cock grew so hard it was beyond throbbing. I was lost, lapping and licking and slurping at the firm and lovely form of her butt.
To me, this combination of pleasure and torture seemed to have lasted a long time but it probably wasn’t as long as I thought it was. After months of frustration, it was hardly surprising that the contest did not take very long.
“Mmmm, I don’t know,” Amanda teased. “It’s damn difficult to tell. They both have the hardest, most throbbing erections I’ve ever seen.”
“Yes, but I must admit that Gurglyboy got there first,” Laura said. “I think I have to say he won for you.”
"Good manpet," said Amanda. “Good Gurglyboy."
She patted my head and rubbed her buttocks into my face, cutting off my air while Laura pulled and pushed levers on Whiny’s container until he was face down, then opened a panel in the back of the container and spanked him with the paddle until his buttocks were red and sore.
They pushed us back into the living room and put the chastity devices onto us once more. We squirmed and moaned in pain as the tight cups squeezed our erections and aching balls so, saying that clearly they needed to comfort us, they sat on our faces again, Amanda on mine and Laura on Whiny's. They wiggled their butts, seeming to have difficulty in finding a perfectly comfortable position, while we could only moan and whimper in frustration.
To Be Continued...
Chapter 2
By Moonboy
"I'll explain how these iron lungs work," Laura told us. "We can open a panel in the underside so that it becomes a toilet. Likewise, we will connect a covering and funnel over your dicks so you can go peepee. They can even be turned over so you are looking down or swung so you are on your feet, or pivoted upside-down all without freeing you. We can ensure you are moved regularly to keep your blood circulating properly. We can wash you, move you, feed you and allow you to perform all the necessary bodily functions. In fact, we have absolutely no reason ever to release you at all"
"Mmph, mmph," was all I could answer.
"Yes," Laura said. "I think you understand. We've taken your mobility, your voices and your hair. You will live naked and immobilized, unable to move or speak. You will exist for our amusement, and for nothing else."
"You know what the best part is?" Amanda laughed. "You boys willingly put yourselves into those containers. You were such big, strong, muscular men, weren’t you? But now you are absolutely helpless before two women, and you did it all to yourselves just because you were unable to resist the sensual lure of a couple of women.”
“You are going to learn to worship our bodies, especially our asses, every moment of every day,” Laura said. “Sometimes, it will be live and in person. But, to make sure you remember you exist to be seats for our asses, you will be reminded every moment of every day.”
The headsets were placed over our heads once more. Before my eyes were a set of exquisite ass-cheeks that I instantly recognized as Amanda's. They filled my world, jiggling right in front of me as she walked. They jiggled endlessly. Over and over again they jiggled as the film looped and repeated for hours on end.
Amanda walked and Amanda’s sweet ass-cheeks jiggled. Amanda’s ass-cheeks jiggled and Amanda walked. Amanda walked and insanity jiggled. Amanda’s
ass jiggled and insanity walked abroad to fill the world where my rationality had been.
It was close. And, just in time, there were Amanda’s breasts snapping me back into a world where something more than ass-cheeks existed, until that too took me to the brink of madness for more than a few hours. There she was again, and this time she was in the shower where a wetter mania threatened to drown my senses.
Now there was Laura, breasts, ass, shower, and the sequences of Amanda were repeated. Time became meaningless, with the breaks when we were spoon-fed bland but nourishing food seeming to be days apart. We were too stupefied even to complain when our gags were briefly removed for this, sucking at the spoons as though we could somehow find release by taking every last trace of goodness from them. I have no idea how often I slept, but I know that when I did sleep it was only to dream of Amanda’s ass or Laura’s ass.
It went on for a month before they revealed yet another facility of the iron lungs in which we were both bound. We had assumed they were fixed to the floor, but now Amanda and Laura removed the locks and wheeled us up a ramp into the living room. We were left in a standing position facing each other, without our headsets. We stared in horror, seeing ourselves for the first time in over four weeks instead of only the repeating images of Amanda and Laura. It was as if we had suddenly woken from a nightmare.
"Well, you still can't move a muscle, but you can have a grand tour of the house anyway," Laura said. "Besides, you can stare at each other for company now."
They removed our gags to feed us again.
Bob shook with anger. "When I get free..." he started to shout.
"And how is that ever going to happen?" Laura laughed.
Bob’s face turned white, and not just with his anger. It was only at that moment we both realized, really realized, that these two women had no intention of freeing us- ever.
"Poor boys," Amanda chimed in. "All that machismo and all that feeling so big, important, adequate even, was nothing more than a delusion, was it? When it comes down to it, when we bring you down to it like we have now, you’re nothing but our pets. How sweet.”
We stared up, angry and helpless. "Mmph, gurgle glub," I moaned weakly and pointlessly as once again we were gagged.
"Aw, it’s so cute when you flex your big muscles and make gurgling noises at me like that," Amanda said. "In fact, I think that will be your new name."
Amanda looked at me.
"Do you like your new name, Gurglyboy?"
As I reddened in humiliation, Laura looked at Bob.
"You think you're so tough, but you whine too much. So from now on you can be Whiny."
*
It could have become boring, even for Amanda and Laura. They made sure it was not, and one morning they introduced some new elements for their delight and for my and Bob’s further discomfort.
First, they locked electronic collars around our necks. It seemed pointless when we were completely helpless anyway, but the two women took great delight in pointing out that these new collars had the power to render us unconscious with a vicious electric shock at any time they chose to activate them.
Secondly, they placed very nasty devices around our manhoods. These somewhat resembled jockstraps, except that they locked securely into place and had sophisticated electronics built into them. They were, of course, particularly devious chastity devices as both Laura and Amanda were not slow to explain. Laura joked that they were to keep us from procreating, and Amanda said that it was their way of ensuring we were their pets in every way.
"You know," Amanda said, "They look so emasculated wearing those over their cute little thingies."
"Impotent would be the better word," grinned Laura.
"Oh, so actually there's not a woman on this planet that could be satisfied by their impotent little peepees," Amanda said.
"I should say not," Laura agreed.
It was obvious they were teasing and mocking us. We could see it, and we shook with helpless rage. They, however, were delighting in it.
"So what do you think these male pets are good for?" Amanda asked.
"Well, it’s fun to ride their faces and once in a while we can remove those chastity devices," Laura explained.
"What ever for?" Amanda laughed.
"Well," Laura said, "Looking at their aching erections amuses me."
Even after months of this, I could not believe what they went on to do to us. One day, wheeled Bob to the bathroom while Amanda wheeled me there too. Opening the container but keeping me strapped in, she wiped me carefully with warm water. She carefully cleaned every nook and cranny. I was overwhelmed with humiliation, and with desire.
"A clean manpet is a happy manpet," Amanda said. "Right, Gurglyboy?"
I could only moan into the gag.
They shaved our bodies again, leaving no trace of a hair anywhere, and then they wheeled us to the kitchen.
"Unfortunately," Laura said, "In their restrained condition, they can't serve us drinks, but maybe they can still entertain us?"
She and Amanda took off their shirts and bras right in front of us.
"Now, the point of this game is to be the best pet and, of course, the best pet will be the winner," said Laura. "Whiny, you will compete for me and Gurglyboy will compete for Amanda. It’s quite simple. The objective is to have the biggest, hardest erection, and the judges of which is the biggest and hardest will be the two of us, Amanda and me.”
I looked at Whiny, and he looked at me. I had almost forgotten his real name by this time, and I am sure that he only thought of me as ‘Gurglyboy’ now too. I saw the defeat in his eyes, and I knew that he could see it in mine. We were nothing but their helpless male pets, with no hope of ever being any more or less than that.
.
It was a brief thought, because Laura and Amanda had already started. They swayed sensuously, massaging their breasts and moaning as though in the deepest throes of passion as they threw a leg over us and straddled our faces.
Amanda sat with her cheeks upwards towards my eyes, jiggling her sweet posterior above me. My balls ached deeply and I could feel my cock growing and throbbing in need. Laura was doing the same to ‘Whiny’. Then Amanda laughed and said, “Hmm, looks like you’re winning Laura. I’d better motivate Gurglyboy some more.”
She eased down, wedging my nose between her shapely cheeks and rubbing the wet warmth of her vagina on my mouth and nose.
I was going crazy with arousal. I thrashed and strained against my bonds to no avail. Part of my mind wanted me to twist and pull away from her sweet ass, not that I could. Part of it wanted me to bury my face in her delicious cheeks and luscious pussy and lose myself in my desires. This part won as I lapped and wiggled while my balls burned with a deep aching need and my cock grew so hard it was beyond throbbing. I was lost, lapping and licking and slurping at the firm and lovely form of her butt.
To me, this combination of pleasure and torture seemed to have lasted a long time but it probably wasn’t as long as I thought it was. After months of frustration, it was hardly surprising that the contest did not take very long.
“Mmmm, I don’t know,” Amanda teased. “It’s damn difficult to tell. They both have the hardest, most throbbing erections I’ve ever seen.”
“Yes, but I must admit that Gurglyboy got there first,” Laura said. “I think I have to say he won for you.”
"Good manpet," said Amanda. “Good Gurglyboy."
She patted my head and rubbed her buttocks into my face, cutting off my air while Laura pulled and pushed levers on Whiny’s container until he was face down, then opened a panel in the back of the container and spanked him with the paddle until his buttocks were red and sore.
They pushed us back into the living room and put the chastity devices onto us once more. We squirmed and moaned in pain as the tight cups squeezed our erections and aching balls so, saying that clearly they needed to comfort us, they sat on our faces again, Amanda on mine and Laura on Whiny's. They wiggled their butts, seeming to have difficulty in finding a perfectly comfortable position, while we could only moan and whimper in frustration.
To Be Continued...