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He may never get out! I graciously accept the chore and assure timely completion. Then I broach a more personal subject matter with my superior. “Peggy, is it possible to bring up the calorie ration for 112606. There may be an activity undertaken which will require a modest increase in the expenditure of energy.” Though I am being deliberately coy, Peggy, as an experienced warden, seems to immediately grasp the gist of my request. She smiles and nods. “I will put in the request. A girl does need a little recreation in the chair from time to time. “And Muffin, tomorrow’s Thursday. Your cell’s day for the nurse.” As our conversation concludes, 070704, in the cage immediately above 112606, relieves himself. His flow streams into 112606’s cage and drenches him, then drips to the floor and the drain. At some point I will again hose down my naked and bound charges, but for now that’s life incarcerated at the Penance Corporation of America. The tight confinement can have its disadvantages, particularly for those not yet earning a top cage. A soaked 112606 verbally sputters but there are no audible words. That he has learned painfully to curtail. I note Peggy’s smile and I join her as she turns to leave. With her influence, 112606 will have the sustenance needed for the energy to move about more. The nurse’s visit, described in training, should be most entertaining. And the stock price is up again. All these pleasantries motivate me to begin the paperwork... ‘documenting’ the myriad of false rule violations which collectively assures long term stays and steady corporate revenue growth. The lock clicks and the door opens. Into the room is wheeled a gurney followed by a massive woman of some 45 years. She wears the starched white uniform of the medical profession along with the expected cap. It is Nurse Joanie Jones, an introduction to whom we trainees had in class weeks before. The gurney is covered in a white sheet and I know beneath the top surface is a broad collection of equipment, most of which has serious uses in tending to the medical needs of the many, many inmates. Despite the torment, we truly desire inmates with long, long healthy lives. One commentator compared our cadre of obsequious males to a herd of dairy cows... the more physically contented... the healthier... the more milk produced. At Penance Corporation of America we don’t desire milk, just the maximum revenue from the government at the lowest cost. Disease and illness cost money. Preventative care is relatively cheap. Thus Nurse Joanie Jones and her mobile medical examination station enter my chamber of concrete to tend to the herd. “Morning, Muffin. I see you have all under control here.” I smile and return the greeting, my nine naked males bound and lying in utter silence makes quite the impression even on the experienced nurse. “Let’s start with 122299,” Joanie recommends in checking her roster. I slide the ramp before the upper most cage confining the amusingly docile male in question. The many years in tight bondage and partial sensory deprivation have taken quite the toll. When he hears the lock spring on the cage door he stirs. As I free his wrist cuffs he turns his head, cranes his neck and licks my hand. It is a charming and most servile reaction in attempting to curry favor. By now, in his seventh year of incarceration, 122299 knows that the controlling women of the Penance Corporation of America, very much enjoy truckling males. He is eager to display his compliant demeanor... knowing to avoid any perception of resistance. I release his ankle cuffs and he squirms and wriggles like a child at play. “Come, 122299. Release time. Nurse Jones is here for you.” My intonation is kindly, almost as if speaking to a youngster. The many years of idly lying about blindfolded and awaiting the good graces of a governing woman in order to do something as simple as moving an arm or leg have wreaked mental havoc indeed. 122299 is clay in need of molding. I clip a leash to his neck collar and pull, directing his efforts to slide forward, out the cage and onto the ramp. Again, with the room door locked behind Nurse Joanie’s entrance and with prod in hand, there is no need for tethering together the wrist and ankle cuffs. 122299 has no where to go. Any disobedience will be met with painful shocks. “A toilet visit first, Muffin. Then I’ll have him up on the gurney.” I position 122299 on all fours with his butt over the rudimentary hole serving as the cell bathroom facility. Nurse Joanie smiles with 122299’s obsequious responses but needs to intercede. I have not before had my charges examined and need direction. “No, no. Supine position, knees to the chest.” 122299 wordlessly rolls to his back like a trained dog, drawing up his thighs and legs. When his knees touch his chest, his hands reach around and under his thighs and Nurse Joanie clips together his cuffs, securing together his wrists under his bent knees. 122299 lies rolled into a ball. I marvel at the simple manner of restraint. With one application of a double ‘D’ clamp 122299 can move neither arms nor bent legs, nor can he crawl. “Good boy,” Nurse Joanie graciously offers. The woman in white uses her own electronic prod to scan the metal disk on 122299’s left hip. She reads the information and then returns to the gurney to begin preparing various paraphernalia. “I’ll want a stool sample and urine sample. I’ll remove the hood and neck collar then we’ll cleanse and add more depilation cream. Then I’ll want him up on the gurney for examination. He’ll need some prostate work. The scanner suggests it’s been a month.” She turns and hands me a beaker. A label provides the inmates number and I know to bend at the waist and grasp the lonely neglected pecker of my senior most toy. Meanwhile the gloved hands of Nurse Joanie approach. The left gruffly parts the well exposed buttocks and the right mechanically inserts a suppository into 122299’s rectum. Then she pushes and turns the naked helpless form until 122299’s backside is positioned over the hole serving as a toilet. I follow her moves, beaker in hand. “Psst, psst,” she hisses into 122299’s ear in encouraging performance. “If you can’t get him to give up a urine sample use the prod,” she matter of factly suggests. I can only imagine the voltage setting required for the male beast to involuntarily open his bladder. To do so the required level of shocking pain must be incredible. Yet the pleasant and smiling Joanie insouciantly makes the recommendation as if I am attempting to jump start a reluctant car engine. There is something particularly empowering about holding a man’s p***s while he is attempting to engage in such an intimate function. I feel moisture in my loins and I also feel 122299 begin to firm as he squirms a bit. There is extreme embarrassment and there is the awkward pose, lying on his back rolled into a ball with knees pressed against the chest. It is a difficult task for him. Still, with his many years of performing as an obedient inmate, he manages to begin a flow and I capture a sample in the beaker. The remainder streams into the curious hole serving as the cell block’s toilet. As I shake from his p***s tip the remnants resulting from the humiliating deed, Nurse Joanie inserts into the anus two gloved fingers up to her knuckles. Straining ligaments in her wrist suggest she is manipulating her digits, exploring the rear passage of our inmate turned patient. “Uggh,” she utters followed by the clucking of the tongue. “The extended chastity really wreaks havoc on the prostate gland. It’s swollen and ripe for milking.” I withdraw my hands and Joanie’s free hand begins to massage the perineum then slides up and cradles the hairless ball sac. She palpates the testicles, squeezing between thumb and forefinger, brusquely examining, and I note that 122299’s p***s twitches and begins to firm in earnest. This is while Joanie’s index and middle finger remain penetrating the sphincter. I note that there are very slow and methodical motions of the digits. Within moments 122299 is incredibly erect despite my having withdrawn my hand to leave nothing touching his engorging phallus. “They always enjoy showing off, Muffin. Something about the psyche of the servile male responding to feminine authority,” Joanie lectures in observing the engorged organ. “What do you think you’re going to do with that, 122299?” Joanie mockingly inquires of the engorged p***s. Sensing movement within the bowels, Joanie withdraws her fingers, continuing to palm the balls. Within a moment the nasty deed is done and a sample is captured. I can only imagine the intensity of the degradation felt by 122299 in so performing naked, bound, erect and forced to do so in a most stultifying position before two fully clothed women. When finished a moist towel is used to cleanse his gluteal cleft as if tending to an infant. Nurse Joanie returns to the gurney. From underneath she retrieves a bathroom scale. Several moments are spent rolling 122299 onto the scale and recording his weight. As noted, the minimum of sustenance is offered at Penance Corporation of America. Any perceived weight gain is immediately countered with an adjustment to the caloric intake. We have no inmates of girth. “Ok, it’s cleaning time, then I’m going to milk. Can you ready the hose, Muffin?” Joanie peels back the Velcro holding in place the ankle cuffs and removes. She then unbuckles 122299’s neck collar and slides away the hood. For the first time since I began my tour, I can peer into the full face of one of my charges. But for the wrists cuffs, 122299 is devoid of all covering. Strangely, he appears shy, evidently aware of his bizarre appearance. Under the synthetic leather a coating of the special depilation cream has resided since his last cleansing. The result is a cranium as smooth as glass which glistens and eyebrows devoid of hair. As 122299’s eyes adjust, Joanie rubs her hand over the smooth glabrous surface and laughs. “Don’t think much will ever grow back. The chemicals we use are strong.” Joanie steps back, nods, and I know to douse the balled form with a spray of water, this time soothingly warm. It was explained in training class that the comfort bestowed during the weekly medical checks would be the only period, however brief, in which the inmates receive moderation in their care. No hood, no muscles and ligaments tensioned in strict bondage, no cold water showers... only warm feminine hands manipulating and palpating without fetter. The intention is first to form a bond with the tending nurse and second to further entrench psychologically my authority as handler in placing the inmate back in the cage and renewing strict silence and bondage. And so Nurse Joanie does her thing, retrieving a soft chamois cloth from her gurney along with a sweet smelling soap. For the ensuing minutes, our helpless charge is laved with suds and soothingly washed as would a mother care for a new born. Each wrist cuff is removed and the skin beneath likewise soothingly cleansed. A very obedient and docile 122299 remains rolled up with knees to chest and hands clasped together despite the brief potential of mobility. The cuffs are quickly replaced. Meanwhile 122299’s unruly p***s firms to stone and I note that Joanie cleans everywhere but the overly sensitive tip which seems to beg for attention. “Such a nice big hard on for us, 122299. Celebrating your freedom? Want to show off for us? Give us a waggle.” On cue, the stiffness begins to move about, bringing laughter as Joanie tenderly kneads the scrotal sac with slippery soapy hands. The exchange... the interaction... is curious. The normal male would find Joanie’s actions... mandating the ridiculous curled up pose, her humiliating handling, the supervision of the intimate bodily functions, the penetrating fingers, hands which palpate without constraint... to be objectionable. Yet 122299 strangely seems to relish her touch, reveling in sensing soft hands where nothing has been felt for days. When tightly bond in the cage, the inmates cannot even scratch themselves. And now this knowing mature woman returns their psyche to times when maternal care was offered. I would not be surprised if Joanie offered a pacifier for 122299 to suck on.
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