Attach this around your cock and balls. Make sure it is clipped properly in place, then plug the wireless connector into the USB socket of your computer. Insert the program CD into the drive and follow the instructions on the screen.
That was fairly blunt, he thought, but quite simple.
The device had been remarkably cheap, and if it did as the advertisement had promised he would be able to experience the most incredible pleasure all controlled by his computer. It was a sort of hands-off masturbation device, only better!
He attached it.
It had a rather pleasant feel to it. A large, thick, flexible sheath enclosed his cock completely, and a small stainless steel cage held his balls firmly but not uncomfortably. A heavy, smooth cuff went around behind his cock and balls to hold the whole thing in place, clipping together rather in the manner of a single handcuff.
When he was certain he had it correctly attached, he plugged in the wireless connector as the instructions had told him. Immediately a green LED glowed on the wireless box. The other lights on it remained dark. He felt a very faint tingling in his groin but nothing more. That was just about what he expected. The advertisement had said that the device contained dozens of miniature motors that would only activate when the software was loaded and had been registered online. He grinned to himself. It was typical of any software manufacturer these days to want to make sure their software was not being pirated, although it did seem rather pointless with something like this that depended on a complicated gadget for it to be of any use.
He put the CD into the drive. The computer whirred. A message appeared on the screen “Loading. Please wait.”
He waited, watching the message onscreen. It did not appear to need any input form him at all.
Installing software.
Configuring software.
Configuration complete.
Contacting server.
Connected.
Welcome to the Male Control Program. You are our 321st participant.
Male control? What was that all about?
He did not have time to think about it. A woman’s face appeared o the screen, with a message below it. Please type in your first name, and make sure your speakers are turned on.
He turned on the speakers and typed his name onto the computer screen: “Greg”.
“Thank you, Greg,” said a female voice. “Before we start, we’ll just calibrate the device you bought and make sure it is fitted properly. Don’t be alarmed if you feel some movement.”
It startled him a little. He had expected to simply have a number of on-screen controls to activate the device, and although the female face, voice and interactive facility did add to the excitement of it, he also found it rather worrying.
The device buzzed and clicked. He felt it tighten a little, pressing all round and underneath. To his concern, the cuff holding it all in place became painfully tight for a second or two, then loosened just enough so that it was not actually hurting him. There was a sharp snapping noise from inside it.
“Thank you,” the female voice said again. “Now we are ready. Please turn the wireless box so that the white LED is pointing straight at you.”
He did as the voice asked, puzzled.
“Thank you,” repeated the voice. “That’s much better. Now I can see you properly.”
“Hey!”
“I can’t hear you,” the voice told him. “I can only see you. I could hear you if you had a microphone connected, but you haven’t and I really don’t want to hear you anyway.”
“Are you real?” Greg asked pointlessly, having just been told she could not hear him.
“I told you I can’t hear you.” There was a note of annoyance in her voice. “If you want to ask something, type it in.”
Are you real? Greg typed.
“Of course I’m real. You can see me through the Internet, and now I’m in complete control of that device we just locked onto you.”
Locked? Locked!
Greg hastily pressed the release on the cuff that had tightened around him. Nothing happened. He tugged at it, but it did not move.
He looked up at the screen to see the woman laughing at him.
“Get it unlocked,” he demanded angrily.
She shook her head. “I know what you’re saying,” she told him. “I couldn’t unlock it even if I wanted to. Once it’s locked, it stays locked. The mechanism shears off inside so there’s no chance of it coming loose by mistake.”
“I’ll cut it off,” he said.
“You’d better not try and cut it off either,” she said. “It has an anti-tamper device that’s quite out of my control. As soon as you start cutting through the metal the circuits will activate some of the nastier functions of the device. Would you like me to tell you about them? I’m sure you would.”
Greg sat dumbfounded in front of his computer. He could not believe this was happening to him.
“Now,” the woman went on, “The nastier functions. Ah yes. First, there’s that little cage that holds you balls so comfortably. Rather nice, isn’t it? There are two possibilities with that, and I confess I really don’t know which one will start automatically if it senses any tampering. Perhaps it will be the electrical pulses, quite painful even at a low level and quite capable of reaching a very high voltage if necessary. Or perhaps it will be the motors that contract the cage. I think they are worse. Can you imagine? It fits perfectly at the moment, doesn’t it? But those little motors are extremely powerful, quite capable of reducing the size of the cage to about a quarter of its present capacity. Now that really would be painful, wouldn’t it?”
She paused and let him think about it.
“You’re fucking joking,” he said grimly. “I don’t believe a word of this.”
“Don’t swear,” she said primly. “I may not be able to hear you but I can read your lips a little, and that was one word I recognise very well. I should point out that all the devices functions, including those nastier ones, can be activated by my control too even if I can’t stop the automatic ones. So you would be well advised not to upset me.”
“Ok, OK,” he said, still not entirely believing anything she was saying but not inclined to try it out until he knew a bit more.
“Now,” she continued. “That’s the first of the nastier functions. The second set of them are on the sheath rather than the cage. Here too there’s the option to send electrical pulses through it, and although I’m not too sure how they work when they’re on automatic I do know that when I control them I have total flexibility over the power and the frequency of them. It's one of my favourite facilities. The other one is even better. The inside of the sheath feels quite smooth and comfortable, doesn’t it? Very nice, and perfectly tight without constricting you too much. In fact, it’s just right. Oh I can make it quite a bit tighter or even a little looser, but that won’t really hurt you. The best is that the inside of the sheath can change its texture. It can be, for example, as rough as sandpaper which is really quite uncomfortable, or there are some really nasty little spikes about a quarter of an inch long that will dig into your skin very effectively. Are you beginning to understand?”
He nodded silently.
“Good,” she smiled. “So you do understand that if the inside of the sheath had a sandpaper texture when the powerful motors start to vibrate and rub up and down inside, you’re going to find it very, very uncomfortable, particularly after it goes on for many minutes or even for hours?”
His eyes opened wide in horror at the thought of it.
“And,” she continued, “If the same thing were to happen with those little spikes pressing into you...? I don’t need to give you the gory details, do I? I’ll just leave it to your imagination.”
“This is ridiculous,” he said, “You can’t do this!”
“I can’t hear you,” she reminded him. “Type it.”
He typed frantically.
“Oh dear,” she said with every appearance of real remorse. “I did rather dwell on the downside of it all. It’s not all bad. It’s not all bad at all. And you certainly can go to the bathroom. I can open a little hole in the end of it so that you can perform your necessary functions, and I can even program it to open at specific times so you’ll have no problem going to work and all the normal things you do. You just have to remember not to stay away from me for more than eight hours at a time, otherwise I’m afraid some of those nasty functions will start automatically. Or, of course, less than eight hours if I choose to demand it, because I may well decide to set the programming for a shorter period from time to time, particularly when I know you should be free and available.”
She smiled at him. “But there I go dwelling on the downside again. As I was saying, you can go to the bathroom, you can wash, shower, take a bath. It’s all quite waterproof. Of course you can’t play with yourself, but that’s the good thing about it. I control that, and I can give you pleasure like you’ve never had pleasure before. Do you want to start?”
“What?”
“Of course you do,” she said. “Just move your chair back from the computer so that I can see all of you, and we’ll start.”
He did as she instructed. There was a slight hum of the motors and a small opening appeared in the very end of the sheath. At the same time, a steady, rhythmical vibrating and pulsing started along the whole length of the sheath. The cage on his balls tightened very slightly, and the pulsing slowly increased in speed and pressure.
He knew it was the most pleasurable sensation he had ever experienced. He knew, too, that this was the most ridiculous, impossible, unbelievable situation.
He shook his head in refusal, determined not to give in to the woman on the computer screen. She saw it, and turned up the controls.
Finally he gave in, leaning back in the chair and giving himself up to what he now knew was about to become the most screamingly perfect orgasm he had ever experience in his whole life.
She knew it too. A wicked smile crossed her face, and her fingers played over the controls in front of her, pausing on those that would turn pleasure into pain. She waited. there was still plenty of time...
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