Authors note: This is the sixth of many chapters in this work of pure fiction. The story contains depictions of illegal acts of blackmail and human slavery and is intended strictly for the erotic enjoyment of the reader. All Fictional Charters are adults over 18.
They call me Phallus Chapter 6
So, here I am, locked in storage again. I've learned not to move to prevent my metal cuffs from tapping or scraping along the metal floor of the morgue type drawer. The sound in the enclosed space is deafening so I try to stay as still as possible.
I realize that it was all part of my programming, I was to learn to be still and not move until I am in use. I could hear that there were slaves in other drawers that still haven't learned this basic lesson, but they will.
Over the weeks that I have been on the body enhancement drugs and hormones many changes have occurred to my physique.
My penis can no longer fit in chastity because of my semi-permanent state of arousal. The growth of my manhood has exceeded the expectations of my captors. They started out making molds of my penis every two weeks to keep track of my development, but they had to increase it to once a week.
The cock appliances that were custom made with the acrylic dildos they made got tight too quickly so they had to be replaced more often. I must have grown three inches while I was here and my girth has increased at least an inch.
My Prince Albert ring had started out as a ten gauge, I am now up to a six gauge. I was now just fitted with a tight custom made leather sheaf that held my penis at attention vertically from my body while in storage.
My balls have been progressively stretched and have dropped a good four inches and the hormones have doubled the volume of my ejaculations.
My ass has been stretched so much that I can now accept a long twelve inch cock.
My pierced nipples are an inch longer than they were before and are very sensitive.
My programming has me following orders instantly without any hesitation. I have acquired a bizarre taste for female urine and the protein supplements have turned a lot of my belly fat to muscle. I've lost at least twenty pounds so far and more every day.
My body is now littered with healed over whipping scars. It's painfully obvious that my only reason for existence now is to serve as a pain slut and sex slave to aggressive women.
My vocal cords have been surgically altered and along with the effects of the hormone dosages, I am no longer able to speak. Grunts, moans and high pitched screams are the only sounds I can now emit.
My slumber was interrupted by the latches retracting and the drawer opening. I was blinded by the bright lights and my bounds prevented me from looking away or shielding my eyes with my hands.
I felt movement on my Prince Albert piercing and I heard two women discussing my cock in businesslike detail.
"What does the Doctor say about its growth? How much bigger does he think it'll get?"
"Doc said that if we increase the dosages of his hormones we can maybe get another inch and a half, but we'll have to closely document his blood pressure and heart rate or he may have a stroke."
"Ok, let's do it and see if we can stitch a heart monitor in his collar and store him while wearing a blood pressure cuff."
My nostrils were filled with the scent of a heavenly perfume that I recognized as that of Mistress Ruby. The two women were Mistress Ruby and Mistress Indigo.
Mistress Ruby greeted me, "Good morning Cock, let's get you out of there so I can get a good look at you."
Mistress Indigo undid my bounds and the two women pulled me to my feet.
I quickly assumed the presentation stance.
Mistress Ruby was even more beautiful than I remember. She looked classy in her red leather leggings that showed off her long slender legs, her long auburn hair flowed over her white tee shirt clad bosom and she wore spiked red high heeled boots. As she moved I caught glimpses of her trademark gold chain necklace with a large ruby pendant on the end.
Mistress indigo was wearing her normal blue corset and thong. Her neck sparkled with a diamond studded cock collar.
Two of the workers were there as well and they led me over to an area marked, "Video."
The space was brightly lit and in the center was a custom made chair with a deep V cut into the seat. The front legs were spread about two feet wider than the back legs. The back of the chair was reclined to about forty five degrees.
A small crowd of workers, Mistresses, and slaves formed around the improvised throne.
I was led over to the chair, and was told to bend over and grab my ankles. Mistress Indigo removed my butt plug and scrotum spreader.
I was helped down into the chair and was quickly secured down with chains on my cuffs and a leather strap across my chest. My hood was unlaced and removed. My ass was visible in the V and my balls and cock were exposed and in plain sight of my audience.
Mistress Ruby came into my field of view and announced,
"Congratulations, its graduation day!"
"But before you leave, we are going to make a promo Video!"
The crowd started to cheer as one of Mistress Ruby's naked female slaves was led over to me and had her shackles and chastity device removed. Her shapely body was heavily tattooed with erotic scenes and red hearts outlined her ass and pussy. Her nipples were pierced with large silver rings. She had a pierced naval and a gold ring through her nose.
Mistress Ruby explained,
"Our clients want to see that cock of yours in action, so we are going to make a Video Demonstration."
Two workers unrolled a paper runner in front of me, similar to what is used on an examination table in a Doctor's office. There were graduations in feet and inches on the floor and could be seen through the thin paper.
Cameras were pointed at me from several angles, assuring a good view when I blew my load.
"I need to remind you slave, you are not to cum without my permission."
