CHARMING'S AUTHORS NOTE #1:
Hello everybody, I'm back! I've got a ton of new smut to post here (assuming I finish any of them.) I've had a fetish for non-Euclidean sex for several years now, so the idea of portal play has always been exciting to me. This story came to me one night in the middle of a rather stimulating moment alone, I dropped everything *wink* and got to work on this one.
CHARMING'S AUTHORS NOTE #2:
This is my first ever foray into the world of fictional sex-slavery. I really went in on the fetish stuff this time, because it's what turns me on and that's the whole point of my writing this stuff lol. Beyond this story, I've got a whole bunch of steamy stuff. I've got incest stories, mind control, brainwashing, machine fucking, lots and lots of interesting stuff in the pipeline.
CHARMING'S AUTHORS NOTE #3:
If you enjoy this story, please consider leaving me a comment and a review at the bottom, your feedback means a whole lot to me.
Portal Play
A Sexual Awakening
An Erotic Tale by
CharmingCharles2896
It had been seventy years since the radical feminist takeover of the United States. They'd been clever, using subliminal images in Tik Tok videos to brainwash over five million men and women into becoming the personal army for Empress Penelope I, the first Empress of the new United States of America. Since then, the role of men in American society had shifted, changed beyond all recognition. Men born before the revolution were enslaved... those born after, were born into a world unlike any ever seen. Men were reduced to nothing more than property, something grown in a lab and sold like iPhones. Naturally conceived men were summarily aborted in favor of obviously superior women. Men were grown in labs, designed to be a certain way, act a certain way.
Women often would go to sperm banks to conceive their next daughter, picking from a massive collection of male sperm. The best semen, harvested from the healthiest men that Breed Corp. had to offer. Of course, women never had sex with men, a crime in modern society. For a woman to defile one's own body by allowing a filthy cockroach to touch her, claim her body, it was the gravest of crimes. That being said, it wasn't a crime for women to give their pussy to men as a reward, but the manner with which this was done was laid out specifically in the United States Constitution of 2031.
A woman was allowed, encouraged even, to use her pussy and all of the power that it possessed, to manipulate inferior men. The pussy was the gateway to control, to the submission of all men, with all of their perverse failings. The pussy was the key to ending war, violence writ large. Instead of dropping bombs or throwing punches, the violence and aggression of men was milked from them, through the careful manipulation of their pathetic, needy penises. Every man was corrupted by their penis, the inherent perversion of it. To combat this, women were given total control of men, able to finally, at long last, put an end to male-on-female violence, to end the subservience of women under men.
This manifested itself in the physical ownership of men, no different than owning a car or livestock. The sale of man-slaves was abhorrent to the rest of the world, but in the closed-off world of the new United States, it was completely acceptable behavior. Many women owned man-slaves, or went to establishments that did. Man-slaves were used for a multitude of reasons. Everything from manual labor to sex work was expected from man-slaves depending on their owner's intentions. Most man-slaves were controlled through the careful manipulation of their sexual gratification, something they were trained to respond to.
Mitch as he was named by his owner, was one such man-slave; grown in a lab, and controlled like a pet dog his entire life. His owner, a tall, buxom blonde with a shapely figure and massive natural breasts, was a nice woman, most of the time. As long as he did as he was told, she treated him fairly well. She enjoyed the power she had over him sexually. From birth, men were housed in special facilities to nurture them and teach them to be submissive and subservient to women. Men didn't go to market until their twenty-first birthday, at which time they were sold like cattle.
Mitch's owner, the famous actress Sarah Lawson, owned ten men, though Mitch was the only one she let live in the house with her. The other nine men all lived in a small bunk house on her property and did manual labor. Mitch, the twenty-three-year-old man-slave of Sarah Lawson, led a pretty charmed life. He was free from the physical, and emotional abuse that so many men endured as a part of daily life. The only thing that bothered Mitch, was when Sarah would show him off in public. Sarah got off on making Mitch succumb to his urges in public, often ordering him to ejaculate on command, something he was trained to do since he was eighteen, among other things. Men were required to wear special uniforms, skin-tight bodysuits. The bodysuits displayed a large number on the chest to show how many times the man had ejaculated that day. The suits would change from blue to red when the man was actively spending himself.
The thing is, men never made messes inside their suits due to the bodysuits other feature. Women owned men, owned their pleasure, their very bodies. With this in mind, men were summarily deprived access to their own penis, the masculine organ kept on their owner's person via a little device that women can carry in their purse. The bodysuits contained special portals that allowed women to literally carry penises inside their purses. Of course, if the portal wasn't open, then men just didn't have a penis to speak off. The portal basically opened up to a parallel dimension that was an empty void. The man-slave side of the connection was always open, imprisoning the penis like the most impregnable chastity device. When the women's side of the portal was opened, the penis was pulled back from this other dimension and displayed for the women. The device itself was a silver disk with a shiny exterior and a deep blue interior that was almost like an energy field. When the device was on, the penis would appear out of the center, fully able to feel sensation. On top of the innately sexual component of this, it also allowed women to strictly control when their men went to the bathroom. This is where our story begins, with a man needing to pee.
Mitch hated his life sometimes. He was sitting quietly next to Sarah, watching his owner talk with her friends at a small café that Sarah liked to visit when in New York City. He knew the drill, stay quiet, obey orders, and don't be a distraction. The problem was, his bladder was becoming a problem this afternoon. She'd denied him his usual morning wee, so his need to urinate was growing urgent. He was fidgeting in his chair, silently watching the other men that Sarah's friends owned. He saw two that looked like him, while a third was the black model. Two of the men had faces of ecstasy, their owners obviously doing something to them that felt amazing to the men. Mitch's theory was that the women had stuck their man's portals down their pants and currently had the men's poor cocks shoved deep inside their pussies. Mitch looked over at the women and saw one of them fidgeting in her seat, her hips moving back and forth on the chair fast. In a flash, she saw one of the men lurch forward, his body shaking. Mitch looked over at the raven-haired friend of his owner and saw the amused look on her face as her man lost his nut inside her. It's important to note that man-slaves do not have the ability to reproduce. Their biology is modified to ejaculate thick, creamy seminal fluid, just without all the sperm cells. Man-slaves shot massive loads, just without all the swimmers.
Mitch's bladder was swollen inside him, distended from the amount of urine presently stored inside it. He could feel the need to relieve his bladder, it would only be moments unless he did something. He looked over at his owner, her eyes amusedly watching the other slaves as their owners forced them to surrender their pent-up masculine desires. Sarah glanced at Mitch and saw the frantic look in his eyes, her eyes glancing down to his crotch, which was now as smooth as a woman's vulva, no bulge in sight.
"You okay?" she asked quietly, leaning over towards him. Mitch shook his head no, quickly, frantically, his pelvis fidgeting in his chair. Sarah looked at his frantic movements and saw the text book motions of the pee pee dance. Sarah smiled at Mitch and nodded in understanding.