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Old 10-26-2008, 01:41 PM
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This is my first story, so please be kind...and forgive my english, please. Enjoy:

Gynocracy - part 1

George Hammond often asked himself how he could have passed from being a normal free man to a slave under the control of his wife and his daughter: he was now 50 years old, so he could remember everything of the world of his childhood and adolescence. In his memories the world had been a nice place for both men and women, the balance of power was just a little pending towards the male gender but females had earned a lot of civil rights and social consideration. All that started to change when George was 11: a Third World War for the possession of the main resources of the planet ravaged almost all the nations of the world, a lot of innocent victims were made, all the young male generations were sent to fight against each other and of course the civil world was left in the hands of women. The war was devastating but quick, and the immediate result of it was a deep disgust for the political and economical system that had allowed that war to begin even after the horrors of the Twentieth Century: everybody spontaneously looked with admiration to the only nations that had managed to stay neutral or to minimize the damages, and they found out that those (small) nations were all matriarchal society were young boys were not grown for war so that they were not been sent to fight and die, where female rationality led the economy with a semi-communistic method and where the political power was not the object of desire of males because it was in the hands of females. In a few years a non-violent world revolution led gradually women to the power in almost all the main and industrialized countries, men were gradually deprived of any political power and forced to a second role in society, and soon the male impulse to this revolution was replaced by the female self-consciousness of the new order, with a resulting new culture, new morality, new political and economical system. The universal fear of the possibility of a Fourth World War convinced men that yielding to the new female government anything it asked was the only reasonable thing in order to build a world of peace. It all seemed wonderful till George was about 16: the new president of the USA (the most powerful woman of the world) created the Ministry of Public Morality and appointed a female scientist as minister. In a few months were promulgated 20 new laws about sexual morality, pornography, female rights and male behavior, and that was the sign that women had reached such a power in the world that now no popular male movement could deprived them of: the appearing of females in pornography was forbidden, so that it could now exist a pornography just for females, not for males; the male sexual crimes over females (rape, incest or else) were decided to be punished with death penalty in the whole country; males were forbidden to own money, their money had to be owned and managed by their mothers, their wives or any other female relative. In the end, the minister-scientist published a research about male sexuality, led by a group of (female) scientists, that had found out that male instinct towards violence, fighting and killing was just the result of male sexual freedom…in particular the freedom to have orgasms, that led men to see themselves as gods or super-mans: the minister-scientist, taking this scientific research as a evidence, decreed that male sexuality had to be put under the strict control of females, who received the duty and the right to lock their men up in modern chastity devices for as long as they wanted; males had to be locked up when they were out of the house and they were at the mercy of their women when they were at home, with the only condition that any male had to receive at least a orgasm a year. The application of these incredible laws was the essence of the Second Sexual Revolution of the history, and in a few years almost all the countries of the world took upon themselves this totally new “american way of life”; of course there were some rebels against this new morality, mainly mature and religious men, but they were all banished to the last, few, small countries of the world that had refused to acknowledge women as the new ruling gender, and that still believed in male sexual and political freedom. George remembers so well the beginning of HIS new world: the Peace-Keeper Act (this was the name of the 20 laws about the new public morality) had been promulgated from just few days, mom and dad discussed a lot about the new world order but George noticed that his dad was more and more surrendering in the dialogues with his wife, and on the contrary his mother seemed more and more dominant; one day a police-woman came to their house and talked for about a hour with George’s parents, made them sign some documents and gave them some brochures. The next day George came back from school and found his mother waiting for him in front of his bedroom: she had a colored box in her hands, and a strange smile on her face…besides she seemed somehow excited. “Hey, Georgie-boy, you know what I have here? This is a special toy for you!” she said with a childish tone. Since he didn’t receive “toys” as presents since he was about 13, he immediately understood what was that, and he tried to run away but his mother was faster than him, grabbed his arm and led him to his bedroom: “It’s time to obey the government! The law says all the boys since their 14th birthday have to be locked up in a chastity device…and you don’t want the police to incarcerate me for not applying the law, don’t you?” George surely didn’t want his mother to be arrested, but he also didn’t want to have his cock locked up…in any case he was powerless against his mother, so she pulled down his jeans and pants and locked his young cock into a metal chastity tube…still now at 50 he could remember the horrible days and nights of pure frustration when he cried and vainly begged his mother to unlock him! When he married his beautiful wife, his mother gave the key of his device to his wife, and since then his wife showed to be a crueler keyholder than his mother: if he was lucky he had the privilege to fuck her just once in 3 months, but on the average he had to wait at least 6 months before sex. George and Donna (his wife) had had two wonderful kids, Dana and Jimmy, and George was now fully aware of the fact that his family was just the model of all the family in the world: the family where the males lived under the total control of the females.
It was a hot, sunny day of July, and 16 years old Dana Hammond was having a pool party at her house with all her female friends. She was really a beautiful, sexy girl, with long blond hair falling over her elegant back, an athletic body developed during her cheerleader trainings, green deep eyes and also a pair of noticeable tits; just like all the female teenagers grown after the rising of Women to world power, she had learned at school quite early all the power that nature and politics had given her over male gender…and she had started quite early to use it and to love using it. Being all the boys in high schools locked up and unable to masturbate or to have sex, the extreme concentration of hormones had given school girls a natural and ABSOLUTE power over any boy: boys would have done anything just to have their cheek touched by a girl…especially by a gorgeous girl like Dana! George Hammond found himself looking at his daughter and at her so hot friends, almost forgetting that he was been ordered by Dana to cut the grass as they were having the party: in almost all the houses the daughters had over fathers and brothers the same power that had their wives and mothers, and for some periods they could even hold the keys of their daddies and/or bros. He knew it was totally wrong to have dirty fantasies about teen girls…and especially about his own teen daughter…but he wasn’t having a orgasm from about 4 months, and those little beautiful nymphs running through his garden and playing just in their bikinis were really tantalizing his poor weak mind…he felt a huge painful pressure inside his balls that no cold shower could make stop..at least not in that situation. He then looked at his 14 years old son, Jimmy, who had been forced to be the “waiter” of the party. Jimmy was a nice boy, he had fit body because of years of karate and swimming, in general girls were attracted to him though not as much as he was attracted to girls: the “Ceremony of Chastisement” made on his birthday, just 4 months before, had left him shocked and totally desperate just as any boy who had been a daily masturbator for some years and that suddenly had to stop it: last months had been horrible for him, he was still not used to be unable to get fully hard, to stroke his cock and to cum, he felt his sexual needs to grow stronger day by day and yet he knew his mother wouldn’t have let him masturbate before “a demonstration of self-control” from him…but at the moment he wasn’t even able to pretend to have self-control. Besides he had just finished his first year at high school (the same of his sister), and in his class he was surely the favorite “pet” of all the girls, who loved teasing and playing with him so much…especially after his birthday in March! That day his sister had invited also some cute girls from his class, so that –she had said with a grin- they could have played with him some more. In reality all of Dana’s friends knew Jimmy, they spent so much time at her house and he was always the best toy to play with. But that party was, from his point of view, the worst thing from a long time: Dana had forced Jimmy to wear just a pair of black boxers to cover his locked cock, and he had to bring drinks to the girls, to put sun lotion on their stunning bodies and, more generally, to do anything they told him…and he knew his sister meant really ANYTHING! Some girls loved making Jimmy bow at their feet and suck their toes, some other girls loved using Jimmy as a pony, riding his back and making him run all around the wide garden, and the cruelest girls loved kissing him, running their hands along his body, whispering dirty things in his ear…in other words they loved to torture him! George Hammond looked at his young, extra-horny son and felt sorry for him…he knew what he felt like…but on the other hand he also envied him a little, cause at least he had the chance to serve and be close to those young goddesses, and that was surely a better role than working hard and sweating without even the permission to join the party for a second. But Dana had his father exactly where she wanted: close enough to tease him visually but far enough to make him feel ignored: it was been her mother to teach her the pleasure to tease and frustrate men, and at school all the (female) teachers had told her that males are all the same, there is no race, social role, background, religious faith or family bound, just forbid a male to cum for 2 weeks and he will crawl at your feet offering you the world in exchange of a little orgasm. Now it was almost 4 years that Dana Hammond was empirically demonstrating that her father, her brother, her boyfriend, her (male) teachers are really all the same after 2 weeks of enforced chastity…school had become so much more interesting after that Sexuology and Management of the Male were introduced as main subjects together with Math and History many years ago, when George Hammond was about 18. “Hey Jimmy-Poo, come here please!” a red-haired girl screamed kindly to the boy who had already finished to be the pony of another girl “yes Julienne, I come!” he panted and ran like a fool to the beautiful girl, admiring her athletic body (she was a cheerleader too) and her black bikini “I need you to lie on your back right here on the grass…Maggie and me have made a bet!” she said with a large grin, pointing her finger towards a tall girl in topless with curly blonde hair. Jimmy was captured by Maggie’s bare tits for some seconds, then he forced himself to obey as the two girls were openly laughing at his horniness: he lied on his back, as ordered, and Julienne knelt at his side, posing her lips on his right nipple and starting to lick it fast; Jimmy, who was not prepared to this, arched his back in response and started to moan loudly and to squirm as if electricity was running through his body “Aahahah, omg, he’s so weak! At least when I do this to my boyfriend he tries to hide his horniness!” Maggie made fun of Jimmy, who blushed and felt humiliated…and yet he wasn’t able to move, his body was like trapped by the racing tongue of the red-haired nymph, who was evidently enjoying her job so much. Suddenly he felt a incredible pain on his groin, as his cock was trying to get violently hard, uselessly fighting against the metal cage where it was trapped in: his screams of pain mixed up with his moans of pleasure, and as Julienne’s work over his nipple was getting faster and harder, he found himself breathing heavier, and then begged her to stop “MMM..AAARRGHHH, please Julienne stop, this is hurrrrttiinng, MMMMM!!!” all the girls who were now around him burst out laughing, but Maggie cursed and said “Damnn!! I’ve lost!” Julienne stopped her job and grinned evilly “I won! I knew he would have begged me to stop! That was too easy! Come on, Maggie, now you have to eat me out…” “Oh, I’ll do that Jul, but first he has to pay to have made me lose…” Maggie approached to Jimmy with a evil expression on her face…but suddenly everybody heard a sort of bell ringing…Jimmy knew that sound so well: “Ok girls, the party is over! I mean…this part of the party is over!” Donna Hammond screamed as she came into her own garden, bringing a small bell in her hand and wearing just a violet bikini: she was a beautiful 37 years old woman, with blonde hair and green eyes just like her daughter and a body to die for; it was surely not a mystery how the 19 year old Donna had managed to conquer the 32 year old and very rich George Hammond and to become his wife-keyholder. As soon as Mr. Hammond saw her, he ran towards her and fell at her feet, taking her right foot in his hands and kissing it all over eagerly “Welcome back….my dear….my love….my Goddess….” He said alternating a kiss with a word “Ok, ok, now stop it and come back to cut the grass!” she said, a little bored, without even looking at her husband “yes my Goddess, as you wish!!” he said and came back (ran back) to his job: in that moment she had captured the admiration of all the girls in that garden, who had the precise aim to become like her, having men to be pending from their toes. “So, as I was telling you, the first part of your party is over…now I’ve brought you the fun for the second part!” she announced with a large smile, making a lot of girls giggle and grin “You brought us what you had promised, mom?” Dana asked eagerly. “Oh yes my dear, a woman is always faithful to her own word, on the contrary of a male!” they all laughed, looking at the only 2 males in that garden. Donna looked at her son still laying down on the grass “Hi my boy…why haven’t you kissed your mom’s feet yet? You wanna spend 2 years straight in that device?” those words were enough to make poor Jimmy jump on his knees and crawl to her feet faster than a hungry doggy, kissing her feet so eagerly just like his father had done few seconds before “Sorry…Mom…please…sorry…NO…two years…sorry…welcome back!” he said frantically between a kiss and another, as all the girls laughed loudly at him. Donna looked down at him and grinned: she really loved to have her young son under lock and key, controlling the wild sexual desires and needs of a teenage boy gave her a sense of absolute power that the control of her older husband couldn’t give her, having that young producer of hormones in her hand and treating him as her puppet had been her dream since Jimmy was 12 and she caught him masturbating…at that time she didn’t say anything, she let him do that cause she wanted him to get addicted to masturbation…that way the chastisement would have been more violent and devastating for his mind and his body…and in fact that was what had happened! “Mmm, this is much better, my little pet…so it seems you were having fun here with the girls, weren’t you?” she teased him “Mmm…yes…Goddess….fun…please…mom…mercy…” he answered without looking up at her, continuing to kiss Donna’s feet like there was no tomorrow, with the hope –his only hope- that if he pleased her she may have decided to have mercy on him, and let him cum. She couldn’t hold a giggle: “Oh but look at yourself: such a cute young man reduced to a little begging worm…you must need to cum soooo much, don’t you? Awww my poor little man…aren’t you a karate fighter? Yeah, you are…you are a strong boy…and yet is enough to deprive you from the possibility to masturbate for some time and….well, you turn into a pathetic foot-licker!” She finished the tense with a cruel laughter, and all the girls laughed with her, but he didn’t stop his job and, on the contrary, that public humiliation turned him on and made him worship her feet even more eagerly: “YES…pathetic….CUM…I need…cum…I’m pathetic…please…PLEASE!!” the tone of this last word was so desperate that his mother thought that the only thing to tease and frustrate him even more was kicking him away and ignoring him, so that she literally kicked his face with her other foot as to make him leave “Enough!” was her only word, but he understood and crawled away from her, horny and frustrated like hell. “You see, young ladies” she then said, speaking to the girls “younger boys can be so much fun…but you can find all the younger boys you want. Today I’ve brought you something different from your boyfriends, brothers or even daddies…let’s admire: JOHNNY! COME HERE!” she screamed very loudly. The thin white curtain that separated the open dining room from the garden was put aside and a tall young man went out with a little hesitation, walking slowly towards the female crowd aside the swimming pool. The eyes of all the girls widened, as much as their smiles: the young man couldn’t be older than 19, his body was a perfect harmony of muscles, not too engorged and not too skinny, he had short black hair and green eyes and he was wearing just a pair of tight black boxers, just like Jimmy, but the tent on his boxers was at least the double of Jimmy’s one. The boy reached Donna, she lengthened her arm toward him and he grabbed kindly her hand, kissing it passionately, then she turned to the girls: “Ladies, this is Johnny! He’s 19 years old, as you can see he’s an athlete…and he has some special skills…” “Is he a Man-For-Rent?” a girl asked loudly, and all the other giggled. Jimmy, who was watching the whole scene from apart, noticed that Johnny seemed quite in discomfort in front of all those young ladies. Donna smiled kindly “it seems you young girls know everything, isn’t it? Well, ok..yes, he’s a Man-For-Rent…he’s the last acquirement of a brothel that I know...” she ended with a malicious grin. Just like pornography, prostitution was forbidden only for females, not for males, and the universal chastisement of the males had led the governments to legalize and promote male prostitution as a possibility for any female to fulfill her sexual needs without the help of oral sex, vibrators and strapons. In any case that kind of prostitution had to be under the strict control of a Maitresse, a woman who kept her Men-For-Rent in a chastity device and that unlocked them just for the sexual act with a customer; besides, being all the men forbidden to own money just for themselves, the Maitresse received all the money and the only retribution for her Men was the possibility to cum for as many times as they have a customer….which was much more than any other man could dream! This led a lot of men to be willing to become Men-For-Rent, but luckily for the female gender the selections were very strict, so that a Man-For-Rent had to be beautiful, very well hung, very submissive and possibly young. Being the 99% of the males under lock and key, almost all the women since they turned 18 (legal age) became usual customers of the brothels, and that made the Men-For-Rent the most envied and hated social class of the world. “When I chose Johnny he thought he was gonna fuck me…and he was so happy at the idea…weren’t you, Johnny?” Donna teased the male slut, who answered weakly “Yes Mistress, I was!” his masculine voice was enough to make all the girls giggle loudly…now Jimmy could feel all them emanating sexual desire…and that made his cock twitch inside its inescapable cage. “Yeah…then I explained him that there won’t be any fucking today for him…but he’s gonna be the toy of a bunch of beautiful young goddesses…oh, and I know that terrify you, Johnny, isn’t it? Tell me, when did you cum last time, boy?” Donna was now looking him right in his shy green eyes, and her so beautiful tits were now touching his bare sinewy chest “I..I came last time 10 days ago…” he confessed, without daring to stop looking the dominant woman in her eyes “Mmm, 10 days…and what is your average? How often do you cum usually?” “At least…once every 2 days…” he answered with a little hesitation. At that answer both George and Jimmy Hammond felt their entrails twitching with anger, envy and hate: it couldn’t exist a man with such a privilege, when the average of a normal guy to earn a orgasm were 2 months! Even the girls were shocked and surprised: the (female) teacher of Management of the Male had said no male should be allowed to have a orgasm before at minimum a month from the last orgasm…and in fact in the world almost no man was allowed to. Donna grinned, knowing that her two men had heard Johnny’s answers so well. “Mmm, very good. Now, my young ladies, you must know my surprise is not finished with Johnny…I have more…” Donna announced, and for the first time after the entrance of Johnny in the garden all the female eyes stopped admiring eagerly the Man-For-Rent and turned to her. “MALCOLM!! It’s your turn! HERE!” she shouted, and this time a black boy literally ran out of the dining-room, reaching Donna in a few seconds and kissed passionately her hand just as Johnny had done before. Malcolm was very tall, just like his mate, he was evidently older than Johnny and was even more sinewy, his so short black hair and his oiled black skin made him the ideal slave of a powerful and lusty Mistress; he was wearing just a pair of blue boxers, and the tent on them seemed even bigger than Johnny’s one. “I thought that not all the kids like white chocolate…somebody may prefer black chocolate!” Donna commented with a grin, and all the girls grinned or giggled at her joke, exploring Malcolm’s body with their greedy eyes just like a group of predators with a single helpless prey. “Now” Mrs. Hammond let her fingers slide inside the bottom of her bikini, and took off a pair of silver keys “their Maitresse, who is one of my greatest friends, has kindly given me the keys of these two bulls…but of course all of your girls are underage so that today there won’t be any unlocking…” she announced seriously…Jimmy saw a lot of deluded expressions over all those angelic faces…and a sudden, crazy thought came to his mind: his mother was playing even with girls’ sexual needs! The mere hypothesis of such a cruelty and power made him tremble with horniness, feeling even more helpless in the delicate hands of his keyholder even though she was meters far from him and she wasn’t even looking at him. “But don’t worry, my young ladies, I won’t let you starved…I’ve rent these two wonderful men for the whole day…I know you are eager to have some fun with real men…you must know the problem of Men-For-Rent is that they are not used anymore to be teased mercilessly, for hours, without having relief…but I’m sure you’re gonna remind them of their younger years! They are all yours….HAVE FUN!!” she screamed joyfully, causing all the girls to scream even louder and to attack the now shocked Men-For-Rent with the precise aim to vent all their feminine and juvenile horniness in all the possible ways apart from sex. Mrs. Hammond watched in amusement as her two human gifts were stripped down just to their metal chastity devices, dragged to the ground, straddled, ridden, kissed, licked, tickled...the desperate moans of pleasure of the two male objects, as much as their weak pleads, were music to her ears. She perfectly knew that all the girls under 18, having no free cocks available and not being allowed to frequent the brothels, had a massive surplus of horniness to vent in some way: masturbation, oral sex from boys and lesbian sex were of course three good and universally shared alternatives, though nothing could really replace a nice big cock. Donna stepped a little back from the wild group of teenagers who were slowly driving the two male sluts insane, then she shook the small bell and said “my Throne!” Jimmy immediately jumped on foot and ran to his mother, kneeling on all fours behind her so that she could comfortably sat on his young but resistant back “My Fool!” the small bell rang again, and this time it was her husband to stop cutting the grass and to ran at the feet of his beautiful wife, kneeling in front of her stunning body as she pulled down the bottom of her bikini and spread her luscious legs. As his skilled tongue made contact with her delicious pussy, she started relaxing totally over her son’s back, watching those gorgeous young ladies making progress in their way to become perfect Goddesses as she was, feeling her body getting on fire and the heaven approaching faster and faster…Goddesses had succeeded were Gods had failed: bringing Paradise on Earth.

(CONTINUE...)
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Dear Longhair,

Your English was very good, and I enjoyed the intensity of your writing style and the varied situations. I look forward to seeing more of this story, and of your work in general.

If I may make one suggestion, putting in more paragraph breaks would make the story much more pleasant to read. The convention is to double-space (leave a blank line) between paragraphs. Make a new paragraph whenever the speaker changes in conversation, even if the speaker only says a single word or sentence. Make a new paragraph when the scene or situation changes. Although too many paragraph breaks can be a problem as well as too few, you're probably better off erring on the side of more breaks than fewer.

Thanks for contributing.

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What a great idea, wish I'd thought of it! I agree with Robin, spacing it out will make it so much easier to read. I lost my place on more than one occassion.
I'm looking forward to reading more though.
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what a story... plz continue
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Old 10-29-2008, 09:27 AM
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thats one story!!

please go on with it!!
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Robin is most correct about the spacing. To be honest, when I see a story this long with no formating I don't even read it. It's just too much work.

Always good to see new contributors.

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I loved it, Longhair. Your English is very good, but I agree about paragraphs.

What a great story this is, though! It gets a huge number of different potential teasing scenarios into one post. Nice work.
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This is an incredibly hot story. Please continue.
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I also agree. It's an awesome story, no doubt, but it would be easier to read, had it some paragraphs in it. But still, great story!
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This was one of the best and hottest stories I've ever read. Longhair, I hope you won't be offended by this but I took the liberty of taking your story and correcting the English just a little bit and putting in some paragraph breaks. This is not meant as an insult in any way. Quite the opposite. I did it because its one of the best I've ever read and was well worth doing. I hope you plan to continue the story.

Gynocracy - part 1

George Hammond often asked himself how he could have passed from being a normal

free man to a slave under the control of his wife and his daughter. He was now

50 years old and could remember everything of the world of his childhood and

adolescence. In his memories the world had been a nice place for both men and

women, the balance of power was just a little bending towards the male gender but

females had earned a lot of civil rights and social consideration. All that started to

change when George was 11. A third World War for the possession of the main resources

of the planet ravaged almost all the nations of the world and a lot of

innocent victims were made. All the young male generations were sent to fight against

each other and of course the civil world was left in the hands of women. The

war was devastating but quick, and the immediate result of it was a deep disgust for the

political and economical system that had allowed that war to begin even

after the horrors of the Twentieth Century. Everybody spontaneously looked with

admiration to the only nations that had managed to stay neutral or to minimize the

damages and they found out that those (small) nations were all matriarchal society were

young boys were not grown for war so that they were not been sent to fight

and die, where female rationality led the economy with a semi-communistic method and

where the political power was not the object of desire of males because it

was in the hands of females. In a few years a non-violent world revolution led gradually

women to the power in almost all the main and industrialized countries, men

were gradually deprived of any political power and forced to a second role in society, and

soon the male impulse to this revolution was replaced by the female self-consciousness of

the new order, with a resulting new culture, new morality, new political and economical

system. The universal fear of the possibility of a Fourth World War convinced men that

yielding to the new female government anything it asked was the only reasonable thing in

order to build a world of peace. It all seemed wonderful till George was about 16.


The new president of the USA (the most powerful woman of the world) created the

Ministry of Public Morality and appointed a female scientist as minister. In a few

months were promulgated 20 new laws about sexual morality, pornography, female rights

and male behavior, and that was the sign that women had reached such a

power in the world that now no popular male movement could deprived them of it. The

appearance of females in pornography was forbidden, so that now existed a

pornography just for females, not for males. Male sexual crimes over females (rape,

incest and all else) were decided to be punished with the death penalty in the

whole country. Males were forbidden to have money. Their money had to be owned and

managed by their mothers, their wives or any other female relative. In the

end, the minister-scientist published a research about male sexuality, led by a group of

(female) scientists, that had found out that the male instinct towards

violence, fighting and killing was just the result of male sexual freedom. In particular it

was the freedom to have orgasms that led men to see themselves as gods or

supermen. The minister-scientist, taking this scientific research as a evidence, decreed

that male sexuality had to be put under the strict control of females who

received the duty and the right to lock their men up in modern chastity devices for as long

as they wanted. Males had to be locked up when they were out of the

house and they were at the mercy of their women when they were at home, with the only

condition that any male had to receive at least one orgasm a year.


The application of these incredible laws was the essence of the Second Sexual Revolution

in history. In a few years almost all the countries of the world took upon

themselves this totally new “American way of life”. Of course there were some rebels

against this new morality, mainly mature and religious men, but they were all

banished to the last, few, small countries of the world that had refused to acknowledge

women as the new ruling gender, and that still believed in male sexual and

political freedom.


George remembered so well the beginning of HIS new world. The Peace-Keeper Act (this

was the name of the 20 laws about the new public morality) had been

promulgated in just a few days. His mom and dad had discussed a lot about the new

world order but George noticed that his dad was more and more surrendering in

the dialogues with his wife and his mother seemed more and more dominant. One day a

police-woman came to their house and talked for about a hour with George’s

parents, made them sign some documents and gave them some brochures. The next day

George came back from school and found his mother waiting for him in front

of his bedroom. She had a colored box in her hands, and a strange smile on her face.

She seemed somehow excited.

“Hey, Georgie-boy, you know what I have here? This is a special toy for you!” she said

with a childish tone. Since he hadn’t received “toys” as presents since he was

about 13, he immediately understood what it was and he tried to run away but his mother

was faster than him, grabbed his arm and led him to his bedroom: “It’s

time to obey the government! The law says all the boys since their 14th birthday have to

be locked up in a chastity device and you don’t want the police to

incarcerate me for not obeying the law, do you?”

George surely didn’t want his mother to be arrested, but he also didn’t want to have his

cock locked up. In any case he was powerless against his mother, so she

pulled down his jeans and pants and locked his young cock into a metal chastity tube.

Still now at 50 he could remember the horrible days and nights of pure

frustration when he cried and vainly begged his mother to unlock him! When he married

his beautiful wife, his mother gave the key of his device to his wife, and since

then his wife proved to be a crueler keyholder than his mother. If he was lucky he had

the privilege to fuck her just once in 3 months, but on the average he had to

wait at least 6 months before sex. George and Donna (his wife) had had two wonderful

kids, Dana and Jimmy, and George was now fully aware of the fact that his

family was just the model of all the families in the world, the families where the males

lived under the total control of the females.


It was a hot, sunny day of July and 16 year old Dana Hammond was having a pool party

at her house with all her female friends. She was really a beautiful, sexy

girl, with long blond hair falling over her elegant back, an athletic body developed during

her cheerleader trainings, green deep eyes and also a pair of noticeable tits.

Just like all the female teenagers grown after the rising of Women to world power, she

had learned at school quite early all the power that nature and politics had

given her over the male gender and she had started quite early to use it and to love using

it. Being that all the boys in high schools were locked up and unable to

masturbate or to have sex, the extreme concentration of hormones had given school girls

a natural and ABSOLUTE power over any boy. Boys would have done

anything just to have their cheek touched by a girl, especially by a gorgeous girl like

Dana!


George Hammond found himself looking at his daughter and at her so hot friends, almost

forgetting that he was been ordered by Dana to cut the grass as they were

having the party. In almost all the houses the daughters had over fathers and brothers

the same power that had their wives and mothers, and for some periods they

could even hold the keys of their daddies and/or bros. He knew it was totally wrong to

have dirty fantasies about teen girls and especially about his own teen

daughter but he hadn’t had an orgasm for about 4 months, and those little beautiful

nymphs running through his garden and playing just in their bikinis were really

tantalizing his poor weak mind. He felt a huge painful pressure inside his balls that no

cold shower could make stop, at least not in that situation. He then looked at

his 14 years old son, Jimmy, who had been forced to be the “waiter” of the party.


Jimmy was a nice boy, he had a fit body because of years of karate and swimming. In

general girls were attracted to him though not as much as he was attracted to

Girls. The “Ceremony of Chastisement” made on his birthday, just 4 months before, had

left him shocked and totally desperate just as any boy who had been a daily

masturbator for some years and that suddenly had to stop it would be. The last months

had been horrible for him, he was still not used to be unable to get fully hard,

to stroke his cock and to cum. He felt his sexual needs growing stronger day by day and

yet he knew his mother wouldn’t have let him masturbate before “a

demonstration of self-control” from him. But at the moment he wasn’t even able to

pretend to have self-control. Besides he had just finished his first year at high

school (the same as his sister), and in his class he was surely the favorite “pet” of all the

girls, who loved teasing and playing with him so much, especially after his

birthday in March! That day his sister had invited some cute girls from his class, so that –

she had said with a grin- they could play with him some more. In reality all

of Dana’s friends knew Jimmy. They spent a lot of time at her house and he was always

the best toy to play with. But that party was, from his point of view, the

worst thing for a long time. Dana had forced Jimmy to wear just a pair of black boxers to

cover his locked cock, and he had to bring drinks to the girls, to put sun

lotion on their stunning bodies and, more generally, to do anything they told him and he

knew his sister meant really ANYTHING! Some girls loved making Jimmy bow at

their feet and suck their toes while some other girls loved using Jimmy as a pony, riding

his back and making him run all around the wide garden, and the cruelest girls

loved kissing him, running their hands along his body and whispering dirty things in his

ear. In other words they loved to torture him!


George Hammond looked at his young, extra-horny son and felt sorry for him. He knew

what he felt like. But on the other hand he also envied him a little, because at

least he had the chance to serve and be close to those young goddesses, and that was

surely a better role than working hard and sweating without even the

permission to join the party for a second. But Dana had her father exactly where she

wanted: close enough to tease him visually but far enough to make him feel

ignored. It was been her mother that taught her the pleasure of teasing and frustrating

men, and at school all the (female) teachers had told her that males were all

the same. There is no race, social role, background, religious faith or family background

that changes it. Just forbid a male to cum for 2 weeks and he will crawl at

your feet offering you the world in exchange for a little orgasm. Now it was almost 4 years

that Dana Hammond had been empirically demonstrating that her father,

her brother, her boyfriend and her (male) teachers were really all the same after 2 weeks

of enforced chastity. School had become so much more interesting after

Sexuality and Management of the Male were introduced as main subjects together with

Math and History many years ago, when George Hammond was about 18.


“Hey Jimmy-Poo, come here please!” a red-haired girl screamed kindly to the boy who

had already finished being the pony of another girl.

“yes Julienne, I’m coming!” he panted and ran like a fool to the beautiful girl, admiring

her athletic body (she was a cheerleader too) and her black bikini.

“I need you to lie on your back right here on the grass. Maggie and I have made a bet!”

she said with a large grin, pointing her finger towards a tall girl, topless with

curly blonde hair. Jimmy was captured by Maggie’s bare tits for some seconds, then he

forced himself to obey as the two girls were openly laughing at his horniness.

He lay on his back, as ordered, and Julienne knelt at his side, posing her lips on his right

nipple and starting to lick it fast. Jimmy, who was not prepared for this,

arched his back in response and started to moan loudly and to squirm as if electricity

were running through his body



“Aahahah, omg, he’s so weak! At least when I do this to my boyfriend he tries to hide his

horniness!”

Maggie made fun of Jimmy, who blushed and felt humiliated and yet was unable to move,

his body trapped by the racing tongue of the red-haired nymph, who was

evidently enjoying her job so much. Suddenly he felt an incredible pain in his groin, as his

cock was trying to get violently hard, uselessly fighting against the metal

cage it was trapped in. His screams of pain mixed up with his moans of pleasure, and as

Julienne’s work over his nipple was getting faster and harder, he found

himself breathing heavier, and then begged her to stop.

“MMM..AAARRGHHH, please Julienne stop, this is hurrrrttiinng, MMMMM!!!”

All the girls who were now around him burst out laughing, but Maggie cursed and

said “Damn!! I’ve lost!”

Julienne stopped her job and grinned evilly.

“I won! I knew he would beg me to stop! That was too easy! Come on, Maggie, now you

have to eat me out…”

“Oh, I’ll do that Jul, but first he has to pay for making me lose.”

Maggie approached Jimmy with a evil expression on her face but suddenly everybody

heard a sort of bell ringing. Jimmy knew that sound so well.


“Ok girls, the party is over! I mean, this part of the party is over!” Donna Hammond

screamed as she came into her own garden, bringing a small bell in her hand and

wearing just a violet bikini. She was a beautiful 37 years old woman, with blonde hair and

green eyes just like her daughter and a body to die for. It was surely not a

mystery how the 19 year old Donna had managed to conquer the 32 year old and very

rich George Hammond and become his wife-keyholder. As soon as Mr. Hammond

saw her, he ran towards her and fell at her feet, taking her right foot in his hands and

kissing it all over eagerly.

“Welcome back, my dear, my love, my Goddess,” he said alternating a kiss with a word.

“Ok, ok, now stop it and go back to cutting the grass!” she said, a little bored, without

even looking at her husband.

“Yes my Goddess, as you wish!!” he said and went back (ran back) to his job. In that

moment she had captured the admiration of all the girls in that garden, who

had the precise aim to become like her, having men kissing their toes.


“So, as I was telling you, the first part of your party is over. Now I’ve brought you the fun

for the second part!” she announced with a large smile, making a lot of

girls giggle and grin

“You brought us what you had promised, mom?” Dana asked eagerly. “Oh yes my dear, a

woman is always faithful to her own word, on the contrary of a male!”

They all laughed, looking at the only 2 males in that garden. Donna looked at her son still

lying down on the grass.

“Hi my boy. Why haven’t you kissed your mom’s feet yet? You wanna spend 2 years

straight in that device?”

Those words were enough to make poor Jimmy jump on to his hands and knees and crawl

to her feet faster than a hungry doggy, kissing her feet so eagerly just like

his father had done few seconds before.

“Sorry, Mom. Please, sorry, please not two years, sorry. Welcome back!” he said

frantically between a kiss and another, as all the girls laughed loudly at him. Donna

looked down at him and grinned. She really loved having her young son under lock and

key. Controlling the wild sexual desires and needs of a teenage boy gave her

a sense of absolute power that the control of her older husband couldn’t give her. Having

that young producer of hormones in the palm of her hand and treating him

as her puppet had been her dream since Jimmy was 12 and she caught him masturbating

At that time she didn’t say anything. She let him do it because she wanted

him to get addicted to masturbation. That way the eventual chastisement would be more

violent and devastating for his mind and his body. In fact that was what

had happened!

“Mmm, this is much better, my little pet. So it seems you were having fun here with the

girls, weren’t you?” she teased him.

“Mmm, yes, Goddess, fun, please, Mom, mercy,” he answered without looking up at her,

continuing to kiss Donna’s feet like there was no tomorrow, with the hope –

his only hope- that if he pleased her she may decide to have mercy on him, and let him

cum. She couldn’t hold a giggle.

“Oh but look at yourself. Such a cute young man reduced to a little begging worm. You

must need to cum soooo much, don’t you? Awww my poor little man, aren’t

you a karate fighter? Yes, you are. You are a strong boy and yet just deprive you of the

possibility of masturbating for some time and, well, you turn into a

pathetic foot-licker!”

She punctuated her words with cruel laughter and all the girls laughed with her. But he

didn’t stop his job and, on the contrary, that public humiliation turned him on

and made him worship her feet even more eagerly.

“YES, pathetic. CUM. I need to cum. I’m pathetic. Please. PLEASE!”

The tone of this last word was so desperate that his mother thought that the only thing to

tease and frustrate him even more was kicking him away and ignoring him,

so she literally kicked his face with her other foot to make him leave.

“Enough!” was her only word, but he understood and crawled away from her, horny and

frustrated as hell.

“You see, young ladies” she then said, speaking to the girls, “younger boys can be so

much fun. But you can find all the younger boys you want. Today I’ve brought

you something different from your boyfriends, brothers or even daddies. Let’s admire.

JOHNNY! COME HERE!” she screamed very loudly.


The thin white curtain that separated the open dining room from the garden was pulled

aside and a tall young man walked out with a little hesitation, walking slowly

towards the female crowd beside the swimming pool. The eyes of all the girls widened, as

much as their smiles. The young man couldn’t be older than 19. His body

was a perfect harmony of muscles, not too engorged and not too skinny. He had short

black hair and green eyes and he was wearing just a pair of tight black

boxers, just like Jimmy, but the tent on his boxers was at least the double of Jimmy’s. The

boy reached Donna. She reached her arm toward him and he took her

hand gently, kissing it passionately, then she turned to the girls.

“Ladies, this is Johnny! He’s 19 years old. As you can see he’s an athlete and he has

some special skills.”

“Is he a Man-For-Rent?” a girl asked loudly, and all the other giggled.

Jimmy, who was watching the whole scene from apart, noticed that Johnny seemed quite

in discomfort in front of all those young ladies. Donna smiled kindly.

“It seems you young girls know everything, don’t you? Well, ok, yes, he’s a Man-For-

Rent. He’s the last acquirement of a brothel that I know,..” she ended with a

malicious grin. Just like pornography, prostitution was forbidden only for females, not for

males, and the universal chastisement of the males had led the governments

to legalize and promote male prostitution as a possibility for any female to fulfill her

sexual needs without the help of oral sex, vibrators and strapons. In any case that

kind of prostitution had to be under the strict control of a Maitresse, a woman who kept

her Men-For-Rent in a chastity device and that unlocked them just for the

sexual act with a customer. Besides, with all the men forbidden to own money for

themselves, the Maitresse received all the money and the only restitution for her

men was the possibility of cumming as many times as they had a customer, which was

much more than any other man could dream of! This led a lot of men to be

willing to become Men-For-Rent, but luckily for the female gender the selections were very

strict, so that a Man-For-Rent had to be beautiful, very well hung, very

submissive and possibly young. Being that 99% of the males were under lock and key,

almost all the women since they turned 18 (legal age) became usual customers

of the brothels, and that made the Men-For-Rent the most envied and hated social class in

the world.

“When I chose Johnny he thought he was going to fuck me and he was so happy at the

idea, weren’t you, Johnny?”

Donna teased the male slut, who answered weakly, “Yes Mistress, I was!”


His masculine voice was enough to make all the girls giggle loudly. Now Jimmy could feel

all them emanating sexual desire and that made his cock twitch inside its

inescapable cage.

“Yes, then I explained him that there won’t be any fucking today for him but he’s going to

be the toy of a bunch of beautiful young goddesses. Oh, and I know

that terrifies you, Johnny, doesn’t it? Tell me, when did you cum last time, boy?”

Donna was now looking him right in his shy green eyes, and her so beautiful breasts were

now touching his bare sinewy chest.

“I, I came the last time 10 days ago,” he confessed, without daring to stop looking the

dominant woman in her eyes.

“Mmm, 10 days. And what is your average? How often do you cum usually?”

“At least once every 2 days,” he answered with a little hesitation.

At that answer both George and Jimmy Hammond felt their entrails twitching with anger,

envy and hate. It couldn’t be possible, a man with such a privilege, when

the average for a normal guy to earn an orgasm was 2 months! Even the girls were

shocked and surprised. The (female) teacher of Management of the Male had said

no male should be allowed to have an orgasm more than once a month. In fact in all the

world almost no man was allowed to. Donna grinned, knowing that her two

men had heard Johnny’s answers so well.

“Mmm, very good. Now, my young ladies, you must know my surprise is not finished with

Johnny. I have more,” Donna announced, and for the first time after the

entrance of Johnny in the garden all the female eyes stopped admiring eagerly the Man-

For-Rent and turned to her.

“MALCOLM!! It’s your turn! HERE!” she shouted, and this time a black boy literally ran out

of the dining-room, reaching Donna in a few seconds and kissed passionately

her hand just as Johnny had done before. Malcolm was very tall, just like his mate, he

was evidently older than Johnny and was even more sinewy, his so short black

hair and his oiled black skin made him the ideal slave of a powerful and lusty Mistress. He

was wearing just a pair of blue boxers, and the tent on them seemed even

bigger than Johnny’s.

“I thought that not all the kids like white chocolate. Somebody may prefer black

chocolate!” Donna commented with a grin, and all the girls grinned or giggled at

her joke, exploring Malcolm’s body with their greedy eyes just like a group of predators

with a single helpless prey.

“Now,” Mrs. Hammond let her fingers slide inside the bottom of her bikini, and took off a

pair of silver keys, “their Maitresse, who is one of my greatest friends, has

kindly given me the keys of these two bulls. But of course all of you girls are underage so

that today there won’t be any unlocking,” she announced seriously.

Jimmy saw a lot of sad expressions on all those angelic faces and a sudden, crazy thought

came to his mind. His mother was playing even with girls’ sexual needs!

The mere hypothesis of such a cruelty and power made him tremble with horniness,

feeling even more helpless in the delicate hands of his keyholder even though she

was meters away from him and she wasn’t even looking at him.

“But don’t worry, my young ladies, I won’t let you starve. I’ve rented these two wonderful

men for the whole day. I know you are eager to have some fun with real

Men. You must know the problem of Men-For-Rent is that they are not used anymore to

being teased mercilessly, for hours, without having relief. But I’m

sure you’re going to remind them of their younger years! They are all yours. HAVE FUN!!”

she screamed joyfully, causing all the girls to scream even louder and to

attack the now shocked Men-For-Rent with the precise aim to vent all their feminine and

juvenile horniness in all the possible ways apart from sex.


Mrs. Hammond watched in amusement as her two human gifts were stripped down just to

their metal chastity devices, dragged to the ground, straddled, ridden,

kissed, licked and tickled. The desperate moans of pleasure of the two male objects, as

much as their weak pleads, were music to her ears. She perfectly knew that

all the girls under 18, having no free cocks available and not being allowed to frequent the

brothels, had a massive surplus of horniness to vent in some way:

masturbation, oral sex from boys and lesbian sex were of course three good and

universally shared alternatives, though nothing could really replace a nice big cock.

Donna stepped a little back from the wild group of teenagers who were slowly driving the

two male sluts insane, then she shook the small bell and said “my Throne!”

Jimmy immediately jumped to his feet and ran to his mother, kneeling on all fours behind

her so that she could comfortably sit on his young but resistant back.

“My Fool!” the small bell rang again, and this time it was her husband who stopped cutting

the grass and ran to the feet of his beautiful wife, kneeling in front of her

stunning form as she pulled down the bottom of her bikini and spread her luscious legs. As

his skilled tongue made contact with her delicious pussy, she started

relaxing totally over her son’s back, watching those gorgeous young ladies making

progress in their way to become perfect Goddesses as she was, feeling her body

on fire and heaven approaching faster and faster. Goddesses had succeeded were Gods

had failed, bringing Paradise on Earth.

(CONTINUE...)
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