Nursing Brother Howie
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Howard had been 16 and Pamela 21 when their parents had died. Being an adult and sole legal heir to all of their parents’ assets, Pamela had attained guardianship over her high school aged brother. At first, Howard had enjoyed quite a bit of freedom as his sister started nursing school and became preoccupied with her studies. It wasn't long, however, before typical teenage behavior and rebellion began manifesting themselves in her brother. His rambunctious behavior at school began spreading to their home life, causing distractions that Pamela began to notice despite her workload.
By the time he turned 17; Howard was failing most of his classes and spending the majority of his time with buddies and girlfriends. Despite Pamela’s numerous attempts to reason with him, these grades, in black and white, could not be ignored. First, he would have to strip naked whenever he was acting up, regardless of who else was in the house. Second, she would lean him over a table and spank his ass hard and repeatedly, until he would once again promise to behave., and that meant in school as well as at home. Third, she began to call him “Howie,” in private as well as in public, which was his reminder that he was acting like a child and therefore would be treated like on.
Even with these more stern measures, Pamela saw her baby brother heading on a dangerous path, perhaps he would even get deeply into drugs. Pamela's speeches and the spankings she dished out had only a temporary effect. She started to plot with some of her friends in nursing, to develop a way that would truly turn his life around. She was going to subdue him, even though she was a woman, and he a brawny, man-size, virile youth. She waited for her first opportunity.
That opportunity came about a month later. When Howie came home and sneezed a few times. It was spring and likely a simple response to pollen in the air. It was noting. He knew it and so did his sister. But it made for a good pretext for her to take care of her little brother. "Howie, I think you’re coming down with something. She told him. He responded back that he was fine, as he was, indeed. "No, you are not." She insisted. "And I will take care of whatever you are coming down with." She disappeared into the kitchen.
This made it easy for her to mix a veggie drink and spike it with a powerful sedative. He remarked that it tasted bitter, but she made him drink it down. "Huh, that was awful, sis," he said, making a funny face. And within minutes it was lights out. After he passed out, she quickly stripped him and locked the chastity cup around his groin. This was no cheap breakable plastic chastity device, this was the best. It was made of chrome steel. It looped around his waist and also looped under him over his asshole and up the back to the metal waist band and locked on with two padlocks. Where the metal band went under him, and over his asshole, it widened and had a one inch diameter hole that lined up with is asshole so he could take a shit. Neither the device nor its locks could be cut away with a hacksaw or bolt cutters.
Pamela hoped that taking control of his rampant teenage hormones would lead to bringing him under control. Once he woke up, his hostility was met with strength and resolve. She explained her beliefs and told him that by locking up his genitals, she would relieve him of the distraction they presented. Amazingly, all of his bluster seemed to drain away from him at that point. It was as though he had just been waiting for a firm hand to take away his ability to make poor decisions. It did not take long for Howard to come around to accepting his sister's warnings about not even trying to remove the locked belt. He could and did wear it to school every day. No one seemed to notice it under his baggy clothes.
A sound woke Howard from the restless half-sleep he had come to know as rest. He assumed his sister was doing something to cause the noise that roused him from another uncomfortable night. Of course, blinded by the sleep mask he was wearing, he had no way of knowing for sure. He squirmed on the bed, more to let her know he was awake than anything else. His wrists and ankles pulled at the locked leather cuffs and chains which held him rigidly in position. His inability to move his arms or legs more than an inch was the root cause of his lack of a good night's sleep; something he hadn't had since his sister started chaining him to his bed a little over four months ago.
"Good morning Howie," she said, apparently standing directly over his prone form.
He gurgled an unintelligible response from behind the rubber plug gag that she filled his mouth with every night. It was a futile attempt, even though this was one of the less severe gags she used on him regularly, but she expected it. He blinked from see the morning sunlight as his blindfold was removed. Adjusting to the light, he saw his sister standing next to his bed, smiling down at him. Next to her was a medical I.V. stand, with a filled plastic bag hanging from the hook. Howard squirmed a bit in anticipation, not knowing where the free end of the dangling tube was going to be placed. He had been on the receiving end before, and dreaded each of the four options. He watched as she raised the stand higher, causing the same noise which had awoken him.
Lifting the end of the hose, Pamela turned back towards the bed. "OK little brother," she said as she nonchalantly swung the end of the tube around her finger, "you have a big day ahead of you, and we need to get started." She pushed the end of the tube onto a small attachment sticking out form the center of his gag strap. Howard didn't know whether to be relieved or fearful over the fact that she hadn't decided to stick it elsewhere.
"Breakfast is served," she said with a smile as she opened the clip on the tube. The boy braced himself as the now free flowing liquid moved down the tube. "Like I said, it's going to be a big day, so we have to make sure your needs are taken care of and out of the way. This solution contains all the nutrition you'll need for the next 24-48 hours. This way we won't have to worry about feeding you again.
Howard retched as the fluid hit the back of his throat. He never got used to the initial choking feeling despite all of the times Pamela fed him this way. Once he became accustomed to the flow and was swallowing to keep up, he realized this method was infinitely better than the times she had used stomach and nasogastric tubes on him.
Pamela watched carefully to make sure her younger brother didn't choke on his meal. Whenever he seemed to be gagging too much, she adjusted the clip to slow the flow down a bit. "You may have noticed a different taste this time. I added a strong laxative and diuretic to the mix. Trust me," she smiled sweetly, "you'll thank me later."
As Howard continued to swallow, his sister took the opportunity to go through her ritualistic morning check of his body. She ran her hands over him, checking for signs of hair growth. She was adamant about his staying clean and smooth. Body hair was not tolerated. Satisfied that even his trouble areas had remained hair free, Pamela moved to his groin, taking a moment to unlock the small titanium padlocks that held his chastity belt firmly in place.
Howie groaned between swallows as his sister unbuckled the waist strap and lifted off the chrome metal shell surrounding his private parts. Methodically, she surveyed his now exposed groin. Her nurse's hands checked him over thoroughly. She touched his flaccid penis which was encircled by two metal rings, one at the base of the shaft, the other just under the head. His dick was stretched and curved downward and pulled between his testicles. His balls were also ringed by metal bands, albeit individually. His shaft bent under to fit right in the groove created by his separated balls. The band metal ring under his cock head attached to the back of a third ring that encircled both of his balls. Pamela stroked the shaft gently for several minutes, carefully watching her brother's reactions. By now the boy had finished his breakfast and the plastic bag hung limply from its hook. Howard was breathing deeply through his nose, his eyes rolled back as his sister continued her inspection.
The secured and complicated chastity device prevented anything more than his dick making a slight twitch. She watched as his restrained penis struggled to erect and was satisfied that any sort of sexual gratification remained out of the question. Pamela ended her inspection with a smile, listening intently as her brother moaned in frustration.
His enforced chastity was just one aspect of his radically changed lifestyle. He would wear it continuously whether at home or at school. Once home, he was allowed, more like forced, to do homework for several hours. When it was bed time, he was secured to the bed by his wrists and ankles, blindfolded and gagged. For several months, the boy's grades improved and he slowly extricated himself from his circle of friends. Although the dating problem was tougher, Howie was an extremely good looking boy, the existence of the chastity belt brought most occurrences to a premature ending. He ended his senior year successfully, his proud sister looking on at graduation. That night, as a gift, she removed his belt for the night. The next morning, which also happened to be his 18th birthday, she entered his room horrified to catch him in the middle of masturbating. He stammered some feeble excuses but Pamela just turned and walked out.
The night of his birthday he was allowed to actually sit with her at the dinner table for a celebratory meal. Howard was not sure where things were going from here, but he was pleased not to be force-fed, and not to be restrained. Immediately after dinner, Pamela handed him a large, wrapped gift box. "Happy birthday," she had said stoically. The boy had just enough time to open the box and look inside in confusion at the mass of leather and metal before passing out from another dose of her sedative which she had secreted in his meal.
He awoke in the back room “dungeon.” This is how Howard came to know this room. He was naked and standing in chains with a rubber ball gag filling his mouth. His ankles were chained apart and to the floor while his wrists were cuffed together and pulled up toward the ceiling. He was so pulled upward that he had to stand on his toes to relieve the pain caused by the wrist cuffs. He struggled weakly against his bonds, confused and more than a bit frightened. Realizing his struggles were futile, Howard gave up his struggling and hung motionless, but in a way to keep his weight on his toes to relieve the ache of his wrists and shoulders. It seemed like hours had passed before he heard someone coming down the hall. His sister entered and just looked at him in the dim light of this very private and “special” room.
"Look at what you've forced me to do," she said sadly. "For the last year and a half I've tried to raise you properly, teach you right from wrong, and mold you into the type of young man mom and dad would be proud of." She walked behind him and continued. "But no matter what I did, you refused to obey. You just could not control yourself. Your dick seems to always get its way."
The boy tried to look around to see where she had gone, but he was too efficiently restrained. "Now I'm forced to take more … shall we say? … more drastic steps to ensure your wellbeing." She came back around in front of him. She was now holding a long, thin stick, slapping it into her palm. "I'm going to make this short and sweet, and I won't be going over it again, so pay attention, little brother." She struck out suddenly with the switch hitting him across his right thigh. He screamed into his gag, drool dripping from the rubber intruder.
"Do I now that I have your undivided attention?” She did not wait for his acknowledgement or any reaction from him. “Welcome to your new life. Now that you are 18, I'm going to take a much more strict approach to your behavioral problems. Legally, I'm your guardian until you reach 21, when your portion of our inheritance kicks in. Until then you have no rights, no say in anything. Do exactly as you're told, and things will go easier for you. Disobey in any way and ... well, I‘m sure you’ll see." She swung the stick in the air to emphasize her point.
"I want you to understand, Howie," her tone softened dramatically as she moved closer to her helpless brother. "I'm doing this for your own good. I love you and I swore that I would raise you properly in the absence of mom and dad. I can't let you end up a failure, in jail or with a bunch of kids calling you "daddy" just because you can't control your own horny dick. Make no mistake; this will be difficult for you. You will have no control over any part of your life. I will control everything from your movements to what you eat … even your bodily functions will no longer be up to you. You just have to relax and go with it. Oh, and don't think you won't have to earn your keep. I'm still going to finish nursing school and you are going to make yourself useful by being my in-home test subject. Yes, my nursing school pays test subjects handsomely and that money will go to me. This will make you finally worth something, don't you think?"
Howard just groaned into his gag wondering exactly what his sister had in mind. It hadn't taken long for him to find out. While strung up and stretched out, Pamela subjected her brother to his first full body shave. She explained to him that patients needed to be kept clean and sanitary at all times. The removal of unnecessary body hair was the first step and Pamela deemed all her brother’s body hair “unnecessary.” She brought out all the shaving equipment and set it before him. But first she had to unlock and remove all parts of the tamper-proof chastity device. Setting them down, she picked up the foam and covered his entire body with it from neck to toes. She used several disposable razors to remove all his manliness. She had been careful and thorough to not miss an inch as her wide-eyed brother just hung helplessly in his bonds. It was a time-consuming process, and Pamela went slowly, ensuring that not a single hair was left on his body. Legs, arms, back, chest, groin, and butt were all scraped clean by her razor and professional touch. She even removed the hair growing between his ass cheeks and around his anus. A process so embarrassing that the violated boy almost fainted during the deed.
Once finished, with no hair remaining on him save for what was on his head, Pamela rubbed a special hair growth inhibiting lotion all over her brother's body. Once satisfied with her work, she rolled a full length mirror over to in front of him so he could view the results while the lotion dried. She left him staring at the image of that hairless boy. He felt more naked than ever before, his bare skin tingling with every movement as air passed over his completely uncovered skin.
Pamela returned after a while, pushed the mirror aside and went back to work on her brother. "Now we're going to more effectively take care of that little distraction between your legs." He squirmed a bit as she re-fitted the same metal rings around his now hairless balls, imprisoning his genitals. And as before, once his testicles had been separated, the ring in the tip of his penis was again locked to the metal band at the underside of his balls. Pamela stood back proudly surveying her work. "There, Howie, now you don't have to worry about any of those juvenile urges of yours. Those bands will make short work of any attempt at an erection. And not comfortably I might add.”
Howard just choked back a sob, more drool running down the corners of his mouth. She then picked up the same metal cup and belt device he had been forced to wear for almost five months. "Don't worry little brother, this is going back on. Since you can't get any results anymore, I don’t see any reason for there to be any access to your privates." She smiled cruelly as she turned the belt around. "I did make a change though. I had to add something that would ensure you would stay completely sex free."
The boy started squirming violently as she showed him her addition to the metal band that ran from the bottom of the cup, through his butt cheeks, and up to the back of the waist band. It was a huge rubber dildo that would line up with his asshole. She picked up a small bottle of lube and moved behind the boy. "Now this ‘little’ plug serves two purposes. First, it keeps you from playing for the other team, if you know what I mean. You can’t beat off, get sucked or fucked. No sex for you Howie, of any kind until I allow it. Second, it'll give me total control of whatever needs to come out of...or go into...your rear end." He felt her roughly jam her finger, pushing some lube into his asshole. "Normally, I would prep you a little more gingerly with my finger first, but I'm not too happy with you right now so, no easy way out for you." Next he felt a slight pressure as she pushed the head of the flesh toned monster cock against his anal ring. With a slow and deliberate force, she began sliding the nine inch dildo into him.
Hanging helplessly in his restraints, Howard could do nothing as the rubber intruder was forced deep into his bowels. Pamela encountered some resistance, but, with steady pressure, managed to insert the dildo until her brother's anus closed around the tapered end of the plug. She then drew the rest of the metal band up which added pressure to the butt end of the butt plug, and locked it to the waist band with a small padlock. "There you go, Howie, complete chastity." The boy could only groan in response. "Oh, I forgot something," she said as Howard felt more movement behind him. "Hang on a sec... there we go..."
Howard yelped past his gag as the dildo buried inside of him grew thicker. "As you can no doubt tell, I can adjust it as large as I want, you know, make it so fat it will really seal your ass.” Pamela said gleefully as she moved back in front of the boy. "That's just a sample, to help keep the lube inside of you. It gets much bigger." With that she had left him to spend the rest of the night chained, gagged and plugged.
To be continued
Nursing Brother Howie
Part 2 of 6
Since that night, Pamela made good on all of her promises. Kept him in some form of restraint at all times, Howard had indeed become her helpless practice patient. Over the next few months, the nurse in training tried every procedure she learned on her not so willing helper. Most were uncomfortable, some were painful, but all were embarrassing. Catheters, enemas, nasal and gastric tubes; all had become a part of the boy's new life. Acceptance and submission became the norm as Howard quickly discovered that failure to obey led to incredibly harsh punishments.
It wasn't long before Howie discovered that he hated enemas. Every aspect of these demeaning procedures made him quake in fear. From the first night when his sister had left the entire contents of the baby oil bottle in his bowels, he knew he could not tolerate them. Pamela however, enjoyed them tremendously, giving them that is, and when she took notice of Howard's dislike, decided to use them as a main form of punishment. The threat alone of a huge retention enema was enough to immediately put an end to any disobedience, although they were rarely just threats.
Sexual teasing became a standard practice of Pamela's procedures to wake up Howard and to put him to bed. She used her daily body hair inspection as an opportunity to torment her brother into a state of never ending frustration. In the evening, after strapping him into her position of choice for the night, she would unlock and remove his metal cup covering the ringed-up, bound up, bent under dick, and allow it to stretch out naturally. Unlocking the ring in the tip of his dick allowed it to expand and waved like a flag pole in the strong wind. It did not take much tickling and teasing to bring him to a full erection and then keep him on edge for a few minutes. Unable to orgasm, the boy would thrash around as much as his bondage would allow until his sister achieved her desired level of torment. She would then, with some difficulty, fold his dick up and tuck it all back in its retaining torture container. Often, she needed to slap his balls once or twice to get his dick to deflate so she could bend it back and under him to lock it in place. Then she would kiss her cute brother on the forehead and leave him for the night.
This was her ritual. However, on the following morning, she changed her routine. Today's wake-up teasing didn't end as usual with the replacement of the cup. Instead, she removed all of the chastity device and then allowed her brother’s dick to extend naturally, a rare sight these days. Moving quickly now, she removed the tube from his gag, allowing it to dangle freely underneath the drained plastic feeding bag. “Oh, by the way, I added a lot of laxative to your liquid breakfast this morning. And, lucky you, a wonderful diuretic too. You don’t know it yet, but you’ll thank me later.” Next, she unlocked his wrists and, rotated his upper body to place his hands behind him and dock them there. Then she disconnected his ankles from the footboard and had him rise from the bed that had so effectively held him prisoner. Stomach full from his feeding and legs wobbly from his night of strict immobility, Howard moved with difficulty as his sister hurriedly ushered him out of his room and down the hall. Dread built inside of him as they stopped in front of the largest bathroom in the house. His fears were fully realized when she opened the door, allowing him to see what was waiting within. This large fully tiled bathroom had been modified with rings in the floor, some usual apparatus mounted on the ceiling with chains attached to it and some other stuff. He continually shook his head no and refused to walk inside.
Two huge enema bags, each containing two quarts of water, were hanging, six feet apart, down from hooks embedded in the ceiling in the middle of the white tiled room. Howard backed up a bit as panic set in, inviting a firm slap to his rear from his sister. "Come on Howie, I don't have time to play around. If you don't obey me, you'll just make things worse for yourself." She gave him a shove, forcing him into the cold, sterile room. She positioned him in-between and just forward of the twin bags, facing away from them and towards the door. Kneeling down, Pamela had her brother spread his legs until they were four feet apart, allowing her to attach his ankle cuffs to rings set in the floor. Next, she grabbed a chain that was dangling from a pulley situated on the ceiling directly over his position and between the enema bags, and locked it to his wrist cuffs. Walking to the side of the room, she began pulling down on the other end of the chain, causing the boy's arms to rise behind his back.
Howard grunted his discomfort loudly through his gag, causing his sister to stop the pulley with his arms. Opening one of the nearby cabinet drawers, Pamela removed another device and approached her brother. She quickly unlocked his plug gag and pulled the saliva covered rubber piece from his mouth. Howard moved his jaw around in all direction to relax the muscles, then started to plead with his sister for mercy. "Oh, Howie, don’t be silly. But this should help out a lot. We can't have you spending the day in your sleep gag, too much noise, especially when those laxatives kick in and enhance your stomach cramps." With that she shoved the new, much more restrictive gag into his mouth. Knowing what to expect, Howie opened wide to accept the new mouthpiece, which consisted of a longer, thicker plug plus two smaller side pieces that pressed against his cheeks. The attached straps were tightened and locked behind his head, sealing the foul tasting rubber in place. Next, she attached an inflation bulb to the gag and pumped it up until her brother's cheeks expanded, his eyes grew wide with fear and discomfort, and not a sound escaped from his mouth. "That's better," she said as she moved back to the chain to resume her task of raising his arm.
As she raised his arms further up behind him, Howard had to bend forward at the waist to prevent his arms from dislocating. The pulling continued until his chest was now parallel to the floor and his arms were pulled nearly straight up, perpendicular to the floor. Satisfied with her brother's tense and uncomfortable position, Pamela locked off the chain to prevent slippage and moved back behind the boy. "One more peep or whimper out of you, young man, and I'll strap your elbows together. We know how good that'll feel don't we?" Unwilling to suffer that added pain, Howard clamped his mouth down as tightly as possible on the unyielding rubber balloon filling his orifice.
Satisfied with the silence in the room, Pamela checked the tightness of his dildo. She found it slightly loose. It had a diameter adjustment on it so she turned the otter ring in the dildo a full turn to cause it to become fatter inside and better sealed. She then picked up both tubes that were hanging from the mouths of the enema bags. Each tube fed into a “Y” adopter so both bags could be drained inside him at the same time. She then grasped the single tube extending at the bottom of the “Y” and slipped it onto an input nozzle sticking out from the base of the boy's plug. With everything secure, and positive he had no way to interfere with or even reach the tubes, Pamela opened the two clips slightly and started the bags on a slow drip into her brother's bowels.
A long plastic catheter was the next thing Pamela added to Howard's predicament. Even as the boy felt the liquid start to make its presence known inside of him, he squirmed as much as he could as the 14 inch long tube was unceremoniously slid into his urethra of his flaccid dick. Then she picked up the bulbous air pump and used it to inflate the bulb now inside his bladder to lock it in place. There was no way the catheter could slip out or be pulled out now. A small clamp was added to ensure that no urine would leave his body.
"All right," she said to him, "I have to go out for a couple of hours. I'm meeting some people from school for an early lunch, then we're all going to come back here to work on a project we came up with." She saw the dread in her brother's eyes at the mention of bringing people home with her. She had used him often as a subject for her practice and study, but had never included others in his torment. Smiling at his realization and distress, she moved back over to the cabinets and retrieved another implement. "Don't worry hon, they already know all about you, and they are very eager to have you help us with our project." He squirmed anew as she placed the blindfold over his eyes and buckled it in place. "There, that should help to alleviate some of the stress when we get back later. Now I know your current position is a bit more uncomfortable than usual for a day spent on your own, but trust me, you'll be very grateful later on that I'm cleaning you out before we start later tonight." She checked over his restraints, ensuring that everything was secure, then moved back to the enema bags and opened the clips much more, allowing the fluid to flow more quickly into Howie' helpless body. She then walked out of the room, shutting off the light and closing the door behind her.
Trapped in darkness and strenuous immobility, Howard had no idea how much time had passed. His arms, shoulders, and lower back were under severe strain from his position, and his bowels felt like they were going to explode from the gallon of liquid his sister had run into him. As horrible as the enema was, he knew it was worse thanks to the laxative Pamela had added to his morning liquid meal. The cramping was intense with almost no time in-between the waves of agony that passed through him. Added to that was the fact that he had been deprived of a morning urination, his nightly buildup of piss coupled with the diuretic also fed to him, causing his bladder to burn for release in ways he had never felt before.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of believing he couldn't stand it for one more minute, the sound of the opening door shocked Howard out of his pain-wracked stupor. "There he is, ladies, all ready to help us out." His sister's voice echoed through the stark room and encouraged him to start squirming madly against his bonds. He wished he could see who was there, but he was still blindfolded. A newfound rush of energy filled him as the hope of release seemed possible and the need to convey his plight overwhelming any other sensation.
"Pamela," an older sounding female voice intoned, "what a cute, handsome, sexy brother you have. You told us everything except what a muscle stud he is. Oh my, I could just eat him up. Love the way he is all shaved except for his mop of hair. Can I hug him? Oh, well that can wait.” Emily paused, “Is he retaining an enema right now?"
"Yes, Emily, I thought a good deep cleaning would help with the test. This way he'll be so empty after he releases this enema, and his insides will be a little stretched, his capacity will be much greater."
"Uh, guys," a new voice, also female but younger sounding, added, "he seems to want out pretty badly." At least someone noticed, Howie thought, too preoccupied to care that there were now two strangers seeing him naked, bound, and full.
"Hush Janet," Mary said, "he's been like that for at least four hours, another few minutes won't kill him." Howard's heart sank as he realized nothing was going to change unless these women wanted it. He stopped squirming, exhaustion and despair winning out. Suddenly he bit down on his thick rubber gag as yet another cramp seized his insides.
"Okay Pam, I see your thought pattern, but did you consider that once he's cleaned out, his motivation during the test will be gone?"
"No," Pamela replied, "I hadn't thought of that. I'm sorry Emily, I wonder if I ruined our project."
"I have an idea," the younger sounding girl interrupted, "come outside for a minute."
Howie heard the three women leave and shut the door. He was aware of some hushed voices coming from the hallway, but couldn't make out any of what was said. The door opened suddenly amidst excited talk and laughter. "Whew," Pamela said, "I thought the project was finished."
"No, Janet's idea will work fine. It just means a little extra work for us in the prep stages." The one called Emily continued, "We have a lot to do, so let's get him down the hall so we can start." Moving quickly, the three women set about releasing Howie from his bondage. Emily lowered the chain holding his arms in position, while the boy's sister and Janet held onto each of his arms, preventing him from falling. A muffled groan escaped from behind the restrictive gag piece as the boy's unnaturally bent arms moved back into a more normal position. The two women continued to support him as Emily bent down to unlock his widely spread feet.
"Wow," Janet said, "he sure is a hottie, Pam. I've never seen a boy with a completely hairless body before. It looks fantastic and to think he just turned eighteen"
Pamela turned to her brother, "isn't that right sweetie? You’re such a hottie." The women laughed together, not waiting for a response. "Em, make sure you hobble his ankles together for the trip to the back room. No more than a foot of chain between them."
"Already done." Like a rag doll in their hands, the still nearly unconscious boy was dragged, stumbling out of the bathroom down the hall into his sister’s very special back room. He felt the damp, chill air and the cold, hard concrete on his feet as he was maneuvered through the room. He always hated this dimly lit, dank room of the house. It was the place that his sister had designated and equipped as her experimentation and punishment room. He’d thought of it more as a dungeon because it meant only suffering and humiliation to Howard, and he dreaded the thought of what was about to come.
The room was equipped with all sorts of medical paraphernalia, including a combination examination table - dentist's chair in the center. Pamela had been planning all of this for over a year, giving her time to gather and install all sorts of equipment. However, she had used very little of it until the last month or so. Rolling medical carts filled with various implements were lined up against the far wall, with enema bags, tubes and nozzles of all sizes hanging above. In contrast to the stark, sterile medical equipment, the rest of the room seemed to be a well-stocked. The walls were covered with hooks holding hoods, gags, whips, and numerous restraining devices. In one corner was a metal cage, bolted to two walls and the floor. Howard had spent recent nights in this "observation room" as his sister called it. It wasn't long enough for the occupant to stretch out, or tall enough to sit up straight in, so obviously comfort was not meant to be observed.
Judging from a lack of talking, Howie assumed the two new women had already been down here, and he became extremely nervous over what plans they had in store for him. He doubled over suddenly as yet another cramp wrenched through him. The two women lowered him to the floor, allowing him to squirm beneath them. As the cramp finally began to ease, Howie heard some movement as items were positioned around him.
"Okay, get him up to a sitting position on the edge of the pot," Emily directed the other two. "You ladies empty him while I prep the stocks and the rest of the solution."
To be continued
Nursing Brother Howie
Part 3 of 6
Howard had no idea what the older, obviously in charge woman was talking about, but he knew it wouldn't be pleasant. Pamela unlocked and unlatched Howard’s chrome chastity device and removed it completely. Howard would have thanked her, if he was allowed to talk. He felt the other two women maneuver him into a sitting position on the hard edge of a large metal cooking pot, probably about a twelve quart size like a restaurant might use. It was on a low sturdy table, so the lip of the pot came as high off the floor as his knees were. Against the side of the pot, was a sturdy wood stand, the type one would use to display a large plant or small statue. It was actually the wood stand he was seated on. The pot and the stand were the same height. They guided Howard to sit back a few inches so his plugged up ass was slightly over the edge of the pot.
A chain was lowered from the ceiling. Janet attached a collar around his neck and it was locked to that ceiling chain. The chain was then pulled taut to force his head up. His feet were once again locked to the floor about four feet apart, while his wrists were connected to another chain coming up from the floor behind the pot. This prevented him from leaning forward, as did the collar chain. Once the women were done, Howard was held immobile in a sitting position, his head held straight up by the pressure on his neck. And his feet secured wide apart to the floor.
"Can we take off his blindfold now?" Pamela called across the room to Emily. "He hates enemas, and being forced to expel one in front of people other than me will do wonders for his submissive nature."
"Sure, we all want to see his beautiful, sexy eyes," said Emily. Pamela moved behind her bound brother and, unbuckling the blindfold, pulled it away from the boy's eyes. After hours of forced darkness, Howie blinked, trying to adjust to the even dimmer light of this “dungeon.” Once his sight returned to normal, he found himself looking right into the eyes of one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen. Howie blushed deeply as the blonde haired beauty looked him over. Unable to move his head, Howie lowered his eyes in shame, embarrassed at his appearance before the eighteen year old whom he guessed was Janet.
"Look at me, sweetheart," the young girl cooed, "and keep those eyes open."
"Better do as she says, little brother," Pamela chimed in, "we have ways of keeping your eyes open as well as closed if we want." Howie shuddered at the memory of an incident a few weeks prior, when his sister had tied him to a chair and tried out some eye clamps used for keeping eyes open during surgery. He remembered the horrible feeling of his upper and lower eyelids stretched open exposing his eyeballs. His muscles fought uselessly against the clamps as he attempted to blink and moisten his dry, burning eyes. She had left him like that for just over two hours before she released him. Having no desire to repeat that past torture, Howie looked up at the girl before him.
"Good boy," she said excitedly. "He has lovely blue eyes. They make a nice contrast against his black hair. But I can't tell if he's really as cute as he seems, not with his cheeks bulging out from the inflated gag. Can we take it out for a minute, or at least deflate it a bit?"
"No, not yet," Pamela said as she snapped on a pair of latex gloves. "He can be very whiny at times. Besides, once he's all set up, you'll have a great view of his face, for a little while at least."
"Okay," Janet responded, disappointed just slightly. She moved out of the way as the boy's sister came closer. Pamela's rubber gloved hands were holding a length of clear plastic tubing which she quickly slid onto the hanging-out end of her brother's catheter. Slipping the other end around his side she placed the loose end into the pot. Then she opened the clamp allowing Howard's long held urine to flow out of his painfully full bladder. “Ahhhhhhh” was Howard’s one response as his bladder emptied.
"Nice and dark," Emily said, joining the other two as the shamed boy drained. "You used the diuretic, I gather?"
"Yes. That, plus no release in almost 6 hours, makes for a strong brew." Janet chuckled at Pamela's answer. Once his bladder drained completely into the metal cooking pot he was sitting on, the tube was removed along with the catheter itself. Pamela then moved around to his backside and stooped there to grab the butt end of the dildo. She rotated the ring to cause it to reduce the girth and lessen the pressure in his asshole. With a swift move, Pamela yanked the rubber monster out of her brother’s ass, and in one motion, withdrew her hand just before the explosive release that followed.
Howard sobbed openly as he looked at the three women standing before him. Forced to perform this most intimate task in front of them totally humiliated the boy. His embarrassment ebbed as relief from the torturous cramps began to set in. He was sweating profusely and completely aware of HIS shit odor now filling the poorly ventilated room.
"Smells like something died up there," Janet remarked with a wink directed at the boy.
Pamela just laughed as she twirled the just removed dildo around her finger. Still completely confused by their plans for him, Howard continued to empty his bowels in explosive surges. The pot beneath his spewing ass was now filled with a mixture of the contents of his intestines and bladder. Finally, after ten minutes of this embarrassing display, the women deemed him empty. His chains were then unhooked from their connection points, the collar was removed as well. The only thing he was still “wearing” was the inflated gag in his mouth. He wished they would remove that so he could thank them and express his complete appreciation to all three women, now that this nightmare was over. He was stood up and moved away from the half-filled pot. He moved with difficulty, all of his energy was drained from him from his ordeal. He saw two of them lifting the pot and removing it to the adjacent bathroom. He was allowed to sit on the floor and lean his upper body against the wall so he could recover from the ordeal. He noticed Emily opening some wall cabinets, seemingly looking for something.
“Howie, honey, you looked wiped out. I am so proud of you. You showed all of us how well you can shit and fart. Here, let me give you something to fix you up. Then, you’ll have earned a really long, quiet rest. Okay, Sweetie?” Then Pamela held up a small vial of clear liquid with a black rubbed stopper. She popped off the stopper and said, “Hon, this is just what you need.” And she placed it under his nose. With his mouth stuffed fully with an inflated gag, he could only breathe through his nose. He gladly inhaled the reviving fumes, one deep breath in, two deep breaths in … and his eyes rolled up to the ceiling and it was lights out for Howard. She did not want him out cold, just lightly under, more semi-unconscious, just enough so he would not struggle as phase two began. Howie could only breathe through his nose, so he had no choice but to inhale the fumes which soon made him woozy and unsteady.
“Emily,” said Pamela, “ Janet and I can handle Howie. Can you prepare the main living room; get it ready for our guests?” Emily said she would. Howard was wondering, what guests. Would it be a gathering of some group of mistresses and S and M dominatrices? Howard wondered about being left here, in this condition, while his sister and her “guests” were partying in the main part of the house. Emily left to set up for the gathering.
When Pamela deflated and removed Howard’s gag, a flood of drool followed it. Janet approached them with the first item that she pulled from the cabinet. It was a black latex bodysuit resembling the full bodysuits worn by deep sea divers. However, being latex and not rubber, it was lighter-weight and more stretchy. Except for the head, it was a one piece that could totally cover a body, including hands and feet. There was a zipper that went from the upper back to the top of the high neck and several openings strategically placed throughout.
As Pamela began pulling the skintight suit up her brother’s body, Janet pulled his hands behind his back and locked them together with a pair of handcuffs. This was temporary and necessary because Howard was already starting to move about and groggily open his eyes. Howard tried to say something, but was hushed by Pamela who told him that if he didn't remain calm and quiet, things would get much more uncomfortable. Now that the latex was pulled up to his calves, they helped him stand and leaned his upper body against the wall. Now they worked this “second skin” up to just under his bubble butt. Janet bent him over from the waist and Pamela started to push a different shape butt plug up against his anus. He yelped as the head of the ten inch long dildo plug pushed into him. The boy squirmed and gasped as the full length of the intruder slid into his cleaned-out rectum. It's girth stretching and filling his asshole cavity completely. Several straps were quickly buckled, locking the plug in place. Both women had to really struggle to get the super tight bodysuit pulled fully up over his rear.
Janet’s face lit up, “Pam, you said he needed a good rest for a bit, how about putting all the straps on him and hoisting him up to hang for a while? We could remove them after he is rested.” Janet chuckled.
“That would take all the weight off his legs and, you know, that would be a nice thing to do for my little Howie, wouldn’t it? You know I love my baby brother so much that I’d do anything for him.” Pamela agreed in jest as they both giggled. Howie kind of jerked his body in winder horror, but he was helpless to do anything about what was happening to him. So they added the broad leather straps from his shoulders to his ankles. And then Janet attached the large carabiner clips to the D-rings on back of his head hood, top of his shoulders, center of his back, and behind his knees. “Now, to get him fully suspended,” Pamela chimed in. And up they hoisted him about about 18 inches off the floor. Janet was giddy and acting like a little girl. She took her shoes off, got down on the floor, on her back, and placed her bare feet up on Howie’s fully cover dick. It was such a fun moment. And all three of them were at a natural erotic high. Soon they both went to the kitchen for as drink before continuing. When they returned, Janet and Pamela worked in unison to take him down, and unstrap him, to continue to ready him for – HIS -- party.
The butt plug stuck out of his asshole only about half an inch and showed an electrical receptacle for a plug of some kind. The suit had a hole in the ass that lined up with the butt plug. Pamela then removed his cuffs, which were meant only to restrain him while the plug was inserted. The women worked quickly while Howard was still very groggy. They inserted his hands and arms into each sleeve. “Now Howie, make a fist of each hand.” In his mental haze, he complied not understanding what this was all about. Like the feet, the suit also had no openings for the hands, just “bulbed” ends where his fists would end up. “Now, Howie, dear, suck your gut and exhale completely.” He did. The boy winced as Pamela zipped up the back of the suit. It took both of them to pull the latex suit onto him and close the zipper completely encasing his body in the tight, stretchy latex.
As the mild dose of chloroform was wearing off, Pamela pulled his arms behind him and used a set of leather wrist cuffs to once again lock his wrists at his back. Howard tried to shake the remaining fogginess from his mind. He then looked down more intensely at his stretched-on, black latex suit. He saw that his genitals had been pulled through a small opening in the crotch of the suit, and that his nipples also extended through perfectly placed holes. His self-examination was interrupted as Janet handed her a wide leather posture collar which she then secured around his neck, completely covering the suit's zipper pull tab. With this high collar now locked in place with a small padlock, Howard found himself unable to lower his head.
Pamela and Janet stepped back and allowed the now fully conscious boy to stand on his own. Completely helpless, Howard stood still, not wanting the painful ass plug inside of him to move around. Pamela then brought over a length of chain and attached one end to the center of his wrist cuffs. She then threaded the other end through the lower of two D rings centered at the back of his collar, and began pulling the chain down.
"Janet honey," Pamela said to her as she slowly raised the boy's arms behind his back, "it's time to gag him again. Will you take care of it? My hands are full."
Janet picked up another object and brought it over to the helpless boy. Seeing it momentarily took Howard's mind off of his cramping arms and plugged ass. His sister mentioned it was a gag, so he knew that. But it was odd. It had a large “O” in front, and a six inch black rubber dick extending behind it, curving downward. And there were several leather straps coming off each side. This wicked looking gag was unlike any he had ever seen. “You see here,” she held it up to him. “There is a small hole that runs through this dildo gag, about the size of a straw. That’s so we can inject liquids into it and it will squirt directly down your throat. When fully inserted, the dildo is so large, it will prevent your tongue from moving, so you won’t be able to make more than a soft muffled sound.” Circling the mouth end, or front end, was a rubber coated plastic ring with two molded plastic projections coming out from either side. As she approached him with the strange gag, he winced as his arms were drawn up even further behind him.
"Please...why? I’ll be good …" He stammered out his pleading as Janet turned the gag so that the projecting rubber erect penis curved downward and pushed it into his mouth. Janet smiled as she started to slide the rubber dick to the back of his mouth. He panicked and tried to buck but could not move away. "Just relax, sweetheart," she said, "breathe through your nose. It has to go all the way in to work properly." She pushed it in more but waited for him to react as the dick end touching the back of his throat. He did immediately. As he retched, his mouth opened fully wide and she could then slip the “O” ring behind his teeth. This set the dick head as far back into his mouth as it was designed to go, all the way into the opening of his throat. He would not