It's been a bit quiet around here, so...
tyjord
...just thought I'd post this story. I wrote it a long time ago and never got around to finishing it. Found it, handwritten, in a stack of papers while cleaning up. Only had time to type it up, none to correct errors or really proofread, so you'll forgive any mistakes, I hope.
As always, my stories tend to be on the extreme side, so if you have more sensitive sensibilities, you may not want to read it. Also, everything contained herein is fantasy, and no actions should ever be attempted or duplicated in real life.
This one is not posted anywhere else on the web, and is my gift to this most excellent group and its owner for their continued support of our interests. Enjoy!
Control
By Tyjord
Tracey was waiting just inside the door when James finally got home. He could tell she was upset. Her eyes burned with an anger that had obviously been building for some time. Unable to meet her fiery gaze, James’ eyes wandered around the room, finally settling on the floor. He shuffled nervously, not wanting to be the one to break the silence.
“Where have you been?” Tracey said as she strode over to him, her heels clicking loudly on the tile floor.
Mustering his resolve, James’ eyes traveled up the long, shapely legs that just came into view. He took in every inch of her. She had obviously been home for a while, having changed out of her uniform. She was wearing a short black skirt with silver trim, the same trim that accentuated her breasts via the matching low-cut top. Her deep, olive toned skin on display to all thanks to the brevity of her garments. Finally, James met her gaze and lost himself in her brownish green eyes. Exotic was the only way he could describe her look, and he was completely enraptured by it. Now though, he could see the anger behind those cat-like orbs, even as she brushed aside a lock of her jet-black hair.
“I…I went to the gym after work,” he stammered, dropping his eyes to the floor once again.
As she always did, Tracey became bolder in the face of James’ weakness. “Did we or did we not have plans this evening?” She got right up in his face, feeding off the power she had over him, power that had been growing since their relationship began. James was just twenty years old, while Tracey was twenty-five. Not too big of a difference, but enough to give her an edge over her less mature boyfriend.
“I forgot, I’m sorry,” he said, shifting his weight from foot to foot nervously, still not wanting to look at her.
They had met a little over a year ago at James’ high school. He was a barely passing young tough who was on the verge of being expelled because of a technicality. It seems that James had never received one of his childhood vaccinations, and the school had required immediate corrective action. Tracey was an RN in training at the time, dividing her time between school and interning with the doctor who had volunteered his services to the school. Late in the afternoon, the doctor had gotten called away to handle something more pressing than sticking needles into ungrateful teenagers. He left without concern, confident in Tracey’s ability to finish up the remaining students on her own.
She first noticed James as he waited in line for his vaccination. She was fascinated by this crude young punk, joking and laughing with his friends. She had stared at him in-between injections, intrigued by a hoodlum like appearance that failed to completely hide the innocence lurking just beneath the surface. His looks added to his mystique, boyish, but with a tough edge imparted by his choice of wardrobe as well as the not quite mature patch of facial hair he sported in an attempt to grow a goatee. Hip-hop was the term that came to her mind as she looked him over in his baggy, sagging jeans, tight white tank top, and backwards baseball cap that sat askew on his closely shorn head.
When his turn came up, his friends got suddenly quiet. Tracey could tell he was nervous as he took his spot before her, but he put on a show for his friends, backing up as she approached him with the large, imposing hypodermic. She stared down his smirk, even as he made a rude comment about her rear. His friends only gave token laughs, made nervous by the silent stare the woman in white was imparting upon their friend. James himself was starting to get nervous just as Tracey reached out and, grabbing him by the arm, flung him into a chair.
“Okay you little delinquent, we can do this the easy way,” she said with a wicked grin, “or the fun way. Your choice.”
“The fun way?” Tracey barely heard the hushed whisper of a question.
“Yep, that’s where I embarrass you in front of your,” she looked over at his wide-eyed friends, “…posse, gang, homies, or whatever they are, by making you drop your pants and take this shot in the butt like a little baby.”
James was stunned by the force of her actions and words. Truly seeing her for the first time, he was completely enthralled by her beauty and will. She had been unexpectedly rough with him, and yet he didn’t seem to mind. Gone was the nervousness he displayed earlier, replaced by a dazed look of awe that had come over him.
“I guess the easy way would be best,” he whispered as his friends laughed heartily and walked off.
Following the injection, she had dismissed him abruptly and moved on to the next student. Tracey watched him out of the corner of her eye as he neglected to chase after his friends, choosing instead to lean, half concealed, against a nearby pillar. Knowing that she was under observation, Tracey had made sure to be extremely friendly and gentle with her remaining patients.
James approached her as she packed up her equipment.
“Hi there delinquent, back for that butt shot I offered?” James’ face blushed a bright red at her words as he quickly looked down at the floor. “Well, you certainly are different when your gang isn’t around. Is there something I can do for you?”
James tried to respond, but succeeded in only mumbling something unintelligible.
“C’mon,” Tracey said as she grabbed her bag, “let’s get something to eat. Maybe that’ll loosen you up.”
He smiled, nervous but grateful as he looked into her eyes and realized that he was completely and hopelessly enthralled with this woman.
“You’re right, you are sorry,” Tracey said, “a sorry excuse for a man. You’re still just a boy, a baby boy to be exact.” Furious, Tracey turned and walked into the bedroom. She returned seconds later, a folded sheet in her hands. “You ruined my evening, now I’m going to ruin yours. Your next several, in fact.” Tracey tossed the sheet towards James’ face, walked back into the bedroom and slammed the door.
Completely dejected and wracked with guilt, James tossed the sheet over the couch and sat down. He knew Tracey was upset. She never argued when she was upset, she just decided on a course of action and took it. He knew it wasn’t worth trying to apologize again, that would only anger her further.
Tracey smiled as she relaxed on the bed, going over her plan once again. She had deliberately let James get out of hand in order to get to this point. Now it was time to reign him in and take complete control. She had meant it when she had called him a baby. James had a very weak will and subconsciously thrived on being controlled. She had exerted her will gradually over the last year, not wanting to scare him too much. But now, the time for being gentle was over and he had played right into her hands. It was Tracey who had encouraged him, ever so slightly, in his at work friendships, so that he would spend more time away from her. She had crafted an intricate guilt trip that had finally bore fruit. Of course, her plan had an excellent side effect. His frequent trips to the gym had made his already above average body much more toned. He was actually physically stronger now, a trait that would come in very handy for both of them in the near future.
She thought about him, standing in the doorway, finally getting home, fresh from his workout. Dressed in his oversized gym shorts and tank top, sweat gleaming on his body, she desired him more than ever. And soon she would have him completely, body and spirit. Certain proddings he had resisted, but she had been afraid to risk what hold she already had, so she did not push when he had refused to shave or change his wardrobe. Tracey preferred smooth skin and tight clothes on her men, especially if they had the looks and body to show off. Now however, she would get her way completely, everything she had wanted and so much more.
James had been sleeping on the couch now for three days. He came home right after work each night to find Tracey waiting with dinner cooked and ready for him. She kept conversation to a minimum however, not wanting him to think she had gotten over her anger. Tonight’s dinner was different from the last two meals. Tonight, Tracey started adding the drugs to James’ food. She started with a mild diuretic and sedative combination. The drugs were slow acting, allowing time for him to get ready for bed before they started working. James was in for a big surprise in the morning, the start of his change in lifestyle.
Tracey pretended to sleep late the next morning, but she was wide-awake, and heard everything that went on. When James awoke to find he had urinated all over himself while he was sleeping, he rushed frantically, stripping off his shorts and, taking the sheet from the couch, threw both into the wash. Tracey came out of the bedroom silently, and stood behind him as he turned on the machine. She cleared her throat and he jumped at the unexpected sound. Turning around, James’ entire body blushed red as he stood before her completely naked.
“Well,” she said impassively, “doing the laundry is a start.” She turned away and walked back towards the room they once shared. “And your choice of clothing is excellent.” With that she left him and went about her day.
That night she went a little farther, strengthening the sedative slightly and adding a strong laxative to the cathartic mixture. She stayed up later than usual to watch him. He was asleep within minutes of hitting the couch and, about an hour later, uncontrollably, had a bowel movement and urinated, all without waking. Satisfied, Tracey went to bed.
When she got up the next morning, James was just starting to stir. She was standing over him when he awoke and watched with amusement as the expletives flew from his mouth with the realization of what he had done. He was horrified, the smell overpowering, as he lie there, stunned, in his own mess. Tracey just stared at him with a disgusted look. “just like a baby,” she said calmly as she turned away, leaving him alone.
James walked around in a daze that whole day. Off from work, he stayed in the house, afraid to leave. Tracey watched as he ran into the bathroom numerous times throughout the day. Finally, before dinner, he came to her, a false toughness hiding his fear and uncertainty. “Tracey,” he said, “I think I’m sick.”
“And?” She asked, trying hard to appear aloof and unconcerned.
“I know you’re still mad at me,” he was raising his voice slightly, “but I’ve come home straight from work every day, and I’ve tried to apologize a couple of times…”
“What does any of that have to do with your being sick?”
“Please,” he pleaded, dropping his air of toughness, “stop being mad at me. I need your help.”
“You need me? You didn’t need me a couple of days ago. You hurt me and didn’t care, now you want me to care that you’re hurting.”
“I didn’t mean to hurt you. I love you more than anything in the world. I was stupid and I made a mistake. You tell me I’m a kid, a baby, well, I made a stupid punk kid mistake and I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”
Tracey didn’t respond immediately, instead she paused as though weighing her options as she looked at him fidgeting before her. “Okay,” she said finally, “I forgive you.” His eyes lit up and he smiled broadly as she continued. “But don’t get too excited just yet. You want me to help you? Fine, but there are conditions.”
“I already said I’d do anything, and I meant it,” James said, jittery as a puppy dog eager for its owner’s attention.
“You had better mean it, because if I’m going to help you, there are going to be some changes in our relationship. Any objections from you and it’s over. Understand?”
“Hey, no problem,” he said with a smirk. Suddenly, Tracey smacked him across the face. His head reeled to the side, his hand going up to his mouth. He looked back towards her, his eyes wide with pain, shock, and anger.
“Go ahead, say something, then get your things and get out.”
James said nothing. Whatever fire had appeared in his eyes after the slap had faded completely as he looked down at the floor in silent defeat.
“Good decision,” she said, reveling in her victory. “Don’t you ever give me one of those arrogant little smirks, and don’t you dare talk back to me or disobey me. Understood?”
“Yes Tracey,” he said humbly, jaw still aching from the slap.
“Good,” she said, standing before him with her hands firmly planted on her hips. “Your problem is exactly what I’ve been saying. You’re just a big baby who has never grown up and learned control. Your pissing and shitting all over yourself is proof of that. Maybe instead of slapping you, I should have put you across my knee and beat your bottom red?”
Flushed with embarrassment, James could not meet her gaze. Instead, he just mumbled something.
“What was that?”
“You can do that if you want,” he repeated, this time though, the whispered words were audible.
“Yes, you’re right, I can, and I don’t need your permission to make it happen. But don’t worry, I won’t indulge that obvious fantasy of yours, not yet at least. After all, I wouldn’t want you to lose control of your bodily functions and get your disgusting waste products all over me.”
James was more humiliated than he had ever been before. Hearing her talk about his problems made him feel sick and weak.
“What you need is control,” Tracey continued despite the noticeable discomfort James was in, “and that’s exactly what I’m going to teach you. You are in for a very drastic change in lifestyle James. Everything is going to be different from now on. Do you have a problem with that?”
James shuddered slightly at the thought of her intentions, but raised his eyes to meet hers. “No,” he replied somberly.
“Good boy,” Tracey said. “Tomorrow I’ll call and arrange a sick leave for you from work and we will begin your…training. For tonight however, we’re going to have to adjust things a bit.” She smiled devilishly as James’ heartbeat quickened.
She didn’t give him anything to eat that night, although she did allow him to drink a glass of orange juice which she had spiked with the drug mixture. After James unknowingly downed the cause of his troubles, she told him to strip off his clothes and go into the bathroom. He hesitated, unsure of what her directions would lead to.
“Obviously you were not serious when you said that you understood,” Tracey said, furious at his hesitation. “I am not playing games here James. If you want to play, go out with your friends again. I wonder what people would say if you had an accident at the gym?”
“I’m sorry,” he said, genuinely panicked by her anger. “I’ll do whatever you want, please…”
“Okay, this is it. Now you have to prove that you were serious,” she said. “I was going to examine you, try to find out what your problem is, but now, if you want my help, you’re going to have to earn it.”
“I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Shave,” she challenged.
James felt his stomach knot up. “All right.”
“Good, let’s start again. Take off your clothes, go into the bathroom, shave, then wait for me to come in.” Tracey watched as he went into the bedroom, stripped, and then stepped into the bathroom. She stopped him as he was about to close the door. “James, you know that little baby boys only have hair in three places, on the tops of their heads, their eyebrows, and their eyelashes. You are out of second chances. Don’t upset me again.”
He was unsure of what she meant until he saw the bottle of depilatory cream sitting on the sink counter. He stared at it while he shaved off the facial hair she hated so much, trying to come to grips with what she wanted him to do. Finally, with a sigh, he lifted the bottle, read the directions, and started rubbing the foul smelling stuff onto his body.
Forty-five minutes later, after she heard the shower go off, Tracey entered the bathroom and looked him over. He was blushing under her gaze, even though she had seen him naked frequently. He had never felt this exposed before. The hair remover had left him completely smooth. Every part of his body, from his underarms to his groin to his arms and legs, was completely hairless. He felt vulnerable and nervous, confused by the feelings that were threatening to overwhelm him.
Tracey walked over to him and kissed him on the forehead. “Good boy,” she said. “I’m very proud of you. The first steps are always the hardest.” She could tell he was nervous and embarrassed, but also, it seemed, excited, as his cock rose up in response to her hand being placed on his smooth chest.
Tracey told him to remain standing in the tub as she opened up her medical bag, which she had brought in with her. “Okay, let’s see if we can figure out what’s wrong with you. Time for your exam.” She pulled out a pair of latex gloves and put them on, snapping them loudly enough to make her boyfriend jump. Removing more items from her bag, Tracey took his blood pressure, looked in his eyes and ears, and, using something that looked like a long cigar tube, looked down his throat. Instinctively, when the object slid down towards the back of his throat, James reached up and grabbed Tracey’s wrist, pulling the probing device out as he gagged on it violently.
Realizing what he had done, James immediately released her wrist and started to mumble yet another apology, but Tracey just ignored him.
“Well obviously your reflexes are fine, but what you just did hurt my hand and cut this examination short. I was not finished. If you want to get to the bottom of this, I need to complete the basic exam, but I will not allow you to get violent with me, even unintentionally. What do you propose we do James?”
“I…I don’t know,” he stammered. “I don’t want to hurt you, not ever, but I don’t know if I can,” he paused, all of Tracey’s earlier words flooding back. “I don’t know if I can control myself.”
“I see,” she said calmly. “That doesn’t leave us many options then.”
“Wait,” he replied excitedly, “what do you do at the hospital when patients are…”
“Uncooperative?” She finished his question, not believing that he would so effectively set up the next step for her. “We restrain them and proceed once they are helpless.”
“Oh,” he said, some hesitance seeping into his voice.
“Do you want me to restrain you?”
The boy’s entire body trembled and his erect cock twitched slightly. He didn’t understand why, but the thought turned him on. “It…may be…helpful. I don’t want to accidentally hurt you again.” He saw that his reaction did not go unnoticed by Tracey, who was staring down at his twitching member.
Tracey smiled warmly, not wanting his unease to jeopardize all of her progress. “It might make this go quicker and easier.”
“Okay, if you think so,” he said submissively. He was feeling a bit lightheaded, overwhelmed by both his feelings as well as the sedative that was beginning to take effect.
Tracey stepped out of the bathroom and returned quickly with a long length of thick, soft rope. She had James turn around and place his hands behind his back. Crossing his wrists, she wrapped them with several turns of the rope, pulling each twist tightly. Once Tracey had knotted the rope securely, she took the free ends and wrapped them around his waist, and, turning him back around to face her, pulled the rope tight, pinning his wrists to the small of his back. As she was knotting the remaining rope just below his navel, Tracey heard his stomach grumble loudly and knew she needed to pick up the pace.
“Now hold still,” she said as she reached for the device she had used to probe his throat. She could see his expression beginning to change from flushed arousal, to the glassy look imparted by the progressing sedation. Placing one hand behind the boy’s head, she pushed the probe back into his mouth and down his throat. She wiggled it back and forth and in and out, causing James to gag violently. She whispered encouraging words even as she could feel his hands struggling against their bonds. He tried to back his head away, but her hand held firm as she continued to violate his sensitive throat. She held the device in place for several minutes, until his gag reflex finally relaxed and he was able to retain the probe deep down his throat. Smiling. Tracey withdrew it suddenly, causing him to start retching anew. “Seems normal,” she said as she wiped off the device and returned it to her bag.
To his dismay, she next checked his genitals, cupping his newly hairless balls in her hand. James moaned in response to her touch. Suddenly, he yelped in pain as she gave a quick squeeze and jerked downward. She carefully felt around each of his testicles, stroking them through the tautly pulled skin.
“Hmm…these appear fine as well,” she said as she released his balls, causing him to stumble back a bit. “I’m going to take your temperature next, so get ready.”
James regained his footing and opened his mouth as she took out a thermometer. He looked at it warily; it was thicker than any he had ever seen before.
“Silly boy,” she chuckled, looking at his open, waiting mouth. “This isn’t going in there. There’s a better place to get the most accurate reading.” She retrieved a jar of petroleum jelly from her bag and rubbed a tiny amount on the tip of the thermometer. Turning him around, she pushed his head down and bent him over. “Now relax,” she said to the nervously trembling young man as she reached down, parted his ass cheeks and quickly slid three inches of the glass tube inside his rectum. After about five minutes, she removed it from the completely humiliated boy’s butt and checked the reading.
James started to rise, but she stopped him short, telling him that his temperature was normal, and they were almost done, but she needed to check one more thing. Lifting the greasy jar once more, Tracey said, “I just need to do a deeper exam to make sure everything is all right.” She dipped the first and middle fingers of her right hand directly into the goo as she once again spread his cheeks with her left. She gently teased her fingers up and down inside his cleft. Rubbing in a circular pattern around his tight anal ring. Gently, she pushed her index finger into him. He groaned and choked back a sob as she slid her digit in up to the knuckle and began wiggling it around. She could see his bound hands and fingers wiggling in the frustration of their bondage.
“You’re very tight, little boy,” she said. “I’m going to have to loosen you up a little more.”
He gasped as she sent her middle finger to join its mate, and a slight squeal escaped past gritted teeth as Tracey pushed both fingers in as far as they would go. James’ hands frantically pulled at their bindings as she probed his rectum, desperately trying to get loose. They both froze as a loud grumble issued forth from deep within his stomach. Tracey waited a moment, and then resumed, as James began fidgeting from one foot to another.
“Something wrong baby,” she asked as she released his cheeks and reached around him.
“You were being such a good boy, and now you’re all squirmy.” She grasped his cock and began slowly gliding her hand up and down the underside of his shaft. “Maybe I should have tied your feet as well, hmm?” She began stroking him gently, his hips starting to buck in rhythm to her now thrusting fingers. “And perhaps I should have bent you over the tub as well…”
“Please,” James gasped, “It’s too much, I’m going to…”
“Hush baby,” Tracey said as she suddenly stopped stroking his cock. She knew he was about to explode, in more ways than one, and allowing him to cum was not in her plans.
She slowly slid her fingers out of his ass, his low groan impossible to identify as relief or disappointment. She quickly stepped to the side, knowing what was going to happen. The combination of the laxative and her manipulations inside his rectum caused James to lose control of his bowels. Loose fecal matter spurted from his ass, spewing all over the tub and tile wall. Tracey feigned disgust as he continued to spurt. She closed the drain just as he lost control of his bladder.
James fell to his knees and Tracey leaned him up against the wall. She reached up and grabbed another length of rope as he slowly slipped in and out of consciousness, the sedative finally taking firm hold. He barely heard her say that since he was such a bad little boy and couldn’t control himself, he was going to have to spend the night in the tub. He didn’t resist as she crossed his ankles and tied them tightly together, everything going black as the last knot was secured.
Tracey lay the now passed out boy on his side in the tub, his face sliding into puddles of his own excrement. Taking one last piece of rope, she hog-tied him, ankles to wrists, so that he would be unable to rise when he came to. Satisfied that he was secure, Tracey pulled the shower curtain closed, shut the light, and closed the bathroom door. She left him, out-cold and lying in the filth that would continue to flow out of him throughout the night.
James’ panicked calls woke her out of her deep sleep. Annoyed, she glanced at the clock, regretting not having gagged him last night. It was only 7am, perhaps he was becoming too accustomed to the oral sedative. She got out of bed, moving gracefully to the bathroom and opened the door. Immediately, she was taken aback by the smell. Turning on the light, Tracey pulled back the curtain and looked down at her helpless patient. He was still tied securely, covered in his piss and smeared shit. He must have vomited from the smell when he woke because his face was covered in drying puke.
James looked up at her. She was just standing there, dressed in her usual sleeping attire, a black thong with sport bra top. He squirmed, every muscle in his body aching from his tight restraint. “What the hell are you doing, are you crazy?”
“I thought I made myself clear last night,” she replied. “You are not to question me, talk back to me, or object to anything. Now, what I think you need is a bit more rest.” Tracey reached into her medical bag, which she had left in the bathroom following his exam, and pulled out a syringe.
James watched as she filled the large needle from a bottle filled with cloudy fluid. He panicked and started struggling violently, desperate to free himself. Unable to do so, he slumped back and stared up at the syringe.
“Now,” Tracey said calmly, “I’ve got to go out and get some supplies, but before I leave, I’m going to have to punish you for your little episode of disobedience and lack of respect. That outburst is the last I will tolerate from you.” She took the needle and, holding his head still, jabbed it into a vein on his neck.
James winced as she injected him with the stronger sedative. Starting to feel a warmth flow through him, he watched as Tracey put away the syringe, took out some surgical tape, and picked up a washcloth. Things started to blur as she rubbed the cloth around the tub, coating it with his urine and feces. Rolling it into a tight wad, she pried open his mouth and pushed the filthy rag in until it nudged the back of his throat. Weakened from the sedation, James was unable to resist as she wound the tape around his mouth and behind his head, sealing the foul tasting gag in place. Retching from the taste, James started to see black spots form in front of his eyes as he began to drift off.
“You do some serious thinking when you wake up,” he barely heard her say. “Since your body is acting like that of a one year old, and your attitude is following suit, I’m just going to have to treat you like the baby you appear to be.” Just before he passed out, he saw her leave the room, shutting him in darkness and filth.
Adam
JD Thomasen
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Thanks for the story! It was stimulating!
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Thanks, JD