The M.A.M.A. Initiative -- Brandon's Initiation
Brandon awoke to find himself in an unfamiliar room. He tried to sit up, but he couldn't move his arms or legs. He began examining his situation and noticed he was completely restrained to the bed, unable to move at all. And more importantly, he was completely naked.
"Hello, is anyone here?" he yelled out
The last thing he remembered was leaving his brother Michael's apartment and a woman stopped him on the sidewalk. She was acting very strange. He doesn't remember what she said, but one thing he clearly remembers is that she was very attractive. Everything after meeting her is blank. Giving up on trying to remember what happened last night Brandon starts speaking loudly hoping someone will hear him.
"Hello, let me out please, hellooooo!!"
Turning his head, he was able to examine the room. The walls were concrete block with no windows. Like a prison cell but nicer with amenities. There was a digital clock and TV screen on the wall, some cabinets and drawers. There was even a toilet, sink and shower. The door was on the wall across from the bed. It was made of steel.
"I'd like to get out please," he yelled.
Brandon looked around more and saw an intercom speaker in the ceiling. With another glance he saw a camera in the corner of the room. Facing the camera, he began to speak
"Is anyone there?"
Suddenly the door swung open, and three women walked in. Brandon's eyes widened as he noticed they were very attractive wearing tight spandex body suits with their breasts out. One woman had a white suit, and the other two were wearing black.
"Good morning, Brandon," said the woman in white. "Don't worry, you are not in any harm."
"Can someone explain to me what's going on?" he asked.
"You are here because you need some correction," she replied sternly.
Brandon still confused as to what's going on replied with a barrage of questions, "Correction, what do you mean? Who are you? Where am I? Why am I naked? Where are my clothes?"
"All your questions will be answered in time," said the woman's, "but you must begin by doing what we ask. Otherwise, there will be unpleasant consequences for you Brandon. Ok, you may begin preparing him," she said to the other two ladies.
"Wait, who are you people?" he asked panicking. "What are you doing?"
"Very nice," said one of them.
"Indeed," said the other. "I love when they're fit and in shape."
Brandon was beginning to get an erection as they were checking him out. His face began to turn red with embarrassment. He tried pulling on his restraints, but it was no use.
"Oh look, his dick is already half hard," one of them said.
Then the woman in white spoke up.
"Enough talk ladies," she said. "Put the device on."
"Device? What device?" Brandon asked. "Please just let me go. I won't tell anybody about this."
Suddenly Brandon felt a hand firmly grab his hairy balls and pull them upwards.
"Ah ahh.... Please don't hurt me... Don't squeeze...," he begged.
"Stop talking," commanded the woman. "You will only listen and speak when asked a question."
As the woman spoke Brandon felt genitals being fondled around. It could have been somewhat enjoyable had he not been so nervous. His penis was now fully flaccid at this point. He felt something being attached around his penis and balls, like a metal ring. It was a little snug. He heard something click and it was over.
"Ok Head Mistress, he's all set," said one of the ladies. "But he clearly needs some maintenance down there.... And his ass too."
Brandon began to blush.
"Thank you, Jillian."
"Look, I don't know what's happening here, but this can't be legal...."
"Hush Brandon," commanded the Head Mistress. "I already instructed you not to speak, didn't I? Every time you disobey my orders, you're making it worse for yourself. So just be silent and listen. It's time to enlighten you on your current situation."
Brandon laid there silent.
"Now let me tell you a little bit about our organization. We are a top-secret elite feminist organization called The M.A.M.A. Initiative, which stands for Males Accepting Matriarchal Authority," she said.
Brandon gave a confused look.
"We train young males who are found to be chauvinistic and misogynistic towards their female counterparts," she added. "We are a global operation with agents in every major city around the World."
"Do you have any questions so far Brandon?" she asked.
"Um yeah.... What does MAMA want with me?"
"One of our regional agents found you to be a perfect fit for what we do here.... Based on your recent... actions," she answered.
"Wait... what did I do? I don't need to be trained or whatever."
Brandon thought real hard to recollect anything he had recently done to have upset or offended any woman. He couldn't think of anything.
"You've been on our radar for weeks now Brandon. Our agents only abduct males who really deserve to be here. Our vetting process is flawless," she paused for a second, "I'm going to be straight with you. This is not a pleasant place for males like you. We go through great lengths to ensure you're properly punished for your unacceptable behavior" she added.
"Punished?" Brandon interrupted. "What do you..."
Suddenly he felt a painful jolt on his balls.
"Ahhhh," Brandon screamed and squirmed. And he knew it came from the device they attached to his genitals earlier.
The other two ladies in the room behind the Head Mistress giggle at his reaction to the jolt.
"Anytime you interrupt me I will get a shock to your nuts, you got that," Head Mistress said in a stern voice. "You deserve to be here. Period. It's not permanent. We will run you through our "program" which you have no choice but to participate since we have you by the balls... literally!!"
Brandon wanted to start pleading but he was afraid of being shocked again. He noticed a watch like device on Head Mistresses wrist. That must be the remote for the ball shocker.
