The Constancia Compendium

Chapter One-2

“‘Thighs spread..., head back.’

“The trainee immediately complied and his head slowly moved back and down until it rested on the table. It was a somewhat contortionist position since his hands and arms were secured under him and he had to arch his back awkwardly.

“Such a sizeable male being totally controlled by the cute, little Asian women and placed in such an unnatural position,’ I thought to myself. I was fascinated with her control and the trainee’s unquestioning obedience. He patiently remained motionless resting on his knees, calves and I suppose the back of his head.

“Of course, my gaze moved to his privates. What girl wouldn’t gawk given the opportunity, and as you can imagine my curiosity was well rewarded. Two large eggs rested on the steel table in a massive pile of pink flesh. His scrotum must have been enormous, and I wondered what the sac would look like when he stood.

“And resting on top of the pile was another lengthy tube of skin which seemed to be the prerequisite attribute for admission to the clinic. Thinking back now, his flaccid p***s must have been seven to eight inches, a rather precocious appendage. The Director noticed that my attention had been diverted and smiled.

“‘Looks like number 23 will be standing for us.’

“As the Director ushered us to the table, I noticed the number 23 corresponded to the digits painted on the boy’s right buttock.

“‘It’s the final stage of training. Ejaculation control. Number 23 will be shipped out at the end of the week. He’ll become a rather exotic piece of furniture for the vacation home of a nice, lesbian couple,’ she explained.

“As she spoke the Asian woman donned latex gloves. With the crisp sound of the snap of the rubber fingers, number 23’s p***s seemed to twitch. This brought a knowing smile to the Asian woman’s face as she deftly pinched the head of the long, uncircumcised p***s between her left thumb and forefinger. She looked at the Director who nodded back.

“‘A little milking today, Nona?’

“‘He’s not scheduled for it, Ma’am. The shipping instructions call for three months of complete chastity,’ the Asian woman replied in an even, professional tone with no discernible accent.

“‘Well, perhaps just a bead of fluid to demonstrate to our guests.’”

“As the Director made her suggestion, Nona pulled up the flaccid phallus. I guess my reaction of surprise was quite noticeable for not only was the incredible length more prominently displayed, but the underside of the foreskin was pierced by a sturdy gold bar with small globes of gold attached to the ends to hold it firmly in place.

“‘All the trainees are infibulated in the first month here,’ the Director explained, ‘a precaution against m**********n and fellatio. You’d be surprised how resourceful they become in seeking s****l gratification while locked in their cages.’”

“Nona twisted off one of the globes and slid out the bar. The head of his p***s was now free of the entrapping frenulum, and it slowly began to engorge itself. It was a seminal event for me. It was my first glimpse of an erection. I often wonder how my experience compares with that of other girls.”

Her narration lingers and I pick up on her musing. I ask if the sordid display of the erect p***s frightened her.

“Frightened? I never felt such a strong urge to take control.”

Her reply is punctuated with laughter.

“Such a display of power. The helpless, bound male kneeling in the most subservient of positions before four members of the fairer s*x. His precious organ fully exposed to the gaze of all. Slowly rising to full blossom.

“I remember wondering when it would stop, never before having seen an erection. And I was impressed with the Asian woman’s controlling manipulation; very subtle touching. A brush of one nipple..., then the other. She also palmed his massive scrotum and gave it a gentle squeeze, the whole time softly speaking words of encouragement while the p***s slowly but steadily rose. It was interesting to observe that after removing the bar she never actually touched the p***s.

“I was spellbound. The subjugated, young male was reacting so obediently to her words and to her touch and seemed eager to please her. He stared at the woman with a look that I can only describe as part fear and part devotion. Like a puppy in training, hoping to please but concerned about committing an unintended transgression leading to punishment. It was evident his eyes could not focus with the special contact lenses. He could locate Nona’s silhouette, but it was as if he didn’t know we were standing nearby.

“Well, Doctor. I was enthralled. I remember thinking, ‘I’m going to have one of these for myself.’”

Lady Constance pauses for another sip of water. A knock on the door briefly interrupts her story. It is Jasmine, the tall, African woman who trains and cares for Boy. They exchange words while my pen captures more of the interview on my pad.

“Bring him in flaccid, Jasmine. I’ll call for you if I want him to stand.”

Jasmine turns to leave and nods to me with her pleasant smile. She is wearing her crisply starched, white uniform and walks to the door with the gait and authority of a well-trained soldier. The movement of her arms and legs evidences her exceptional strength and conditioning. I look forward to meeting with her and learning her story. We had briefly met before, and since I am scheduled to interview her later in the week, she is aware of my endeavors.

“The morning cleaning, inspection and exercise has concluded. He’ll be joining us shortly.

“So to conclude the demonstration, the p***s of number 23 was brought to full erection, and he remained absolutely motionless while I gaped at this huge pink and purple phallus pointing straight to the ceiling. Mother and the Director talked while I stood in awe. After a few minutes, Nona slipped her right hand under the mass of scrotal flesh and inserted two lubricated fingers into the boy’s rectum. With some dexterous motions of her digits the lad moaned and a clear fluid began to flow from the p***s.

“Nona can completely drain him if desired. But the lesbian couple want him quite randy and ready for show.’

“The fingers were withdrawn and Nona stepped away. The Director and Mother continued to converse as Nona returned with a leash.

“We like walking the boys while fully erect. It’s good training and helps them establish self-control. Nona will keep him erect for about an hour as she leads him about and displays him to the other specialists. The girls enjoy watching an erect male under strict supervision and of course number 23 is happy to be free of the infibulation bar.’

“Nona snapped the leash onto the boy’s collar. ‘Up’, she said, in a pleasant but commanding tone, and the boy bent forward at the waist, pulled up to a kneeling position then stood. It was then that the ball sac jiggled like gelatin, unraveled and swung down between his thighs. I was once again in awe. The boy’s large eggs hung in the pink scrotal sac just short of his knees. Even Mother was amazed.

“Yes, 23 has been stretched. His new owners were quite specific; a rather simple process. Just takes time and constant attention’.

“Nona led the trainee away with his erection pointing straight up and his testicles swinging with each step. I could picture his lesbian owners being quite amused; a curious addition to the household. ‘Some people keep exotic animals,’ I thought to myself.

“I turned my attention back to the Director and Mother.

“‘We do have a recent addition. Completely untrained..., still in the box so to speak’.

“The Director led us to the cages and there in the bottom left was this timid, naked teenager. He was collared and cuffed just as the others. Since the cage was so short from front to back, he laid in sort of a fetal position, knees pulled up toward his stomach, and a small chain attached to the wire mesh ran to his mouth.

“‘Just arrived. As you can see his tongue has been clamped to enforce our rule of silence, but otherwise we haven’t scheduled him for training yet so he won’t be ready for a long while. According to his file, he’s the same age as Constance.’

“Both Mother and I stooped to peer at the naked, male form. My heart leaped. He was so cute! I felt like I was in a pet store looking at puppies. I really wanted to take him home and keep him, even though I hadn’t a clue as to what to do with him.

“Well, Mother must have liked him too, for she began asking questions concerning the lad’s background, health and of course p***s length, all of which the Director answered adroitly until she finally made a suggestion.

“‘Why not stay for his cleaning and inspection? It only takes 30 minutes or so. After that, he’s scheduled to be depilated for the remainder of the day.’

“Well, I looked up at Mother with such a pleading look. She just couldn’t ignore me. And deep down I think she wanted to watch also. And so we stayed and I got to know Boy very well. The inspections at the clinic are very thorough and I have continued the procedure to this day.”

Another knock and the door to the room opens. In steps Boy, naked as always, followed by Jasmine. His entrance is slowed by tiny steps, and I look down to spot a very short chain connecting two ankle cuffs. His flaccid p***s swings with each tiny step, its pendulous ark highlights the shiny jewelry of which Lady Constance is so fond. Behind, Jasmine slowly follows with leash in hand. As the procession nears the center of the room, I can see that the leash is attached to Boy’s genital clamp, that cruel instrument of persuasion used so effectively on the male gender.

“Goodness, Jasmine. Has Boy misbehaved?’

“I prefer to be very cautious at the hotel, ma’am. Management is circumspect about having naked males loose in the hallway.’”

“Well, I’m glad to see you, Boy. Has Jasmine been good to you this morning?”

Lady Constance speaks to Boy as if addressing a child, her voice having a soothing, pleasant cadence in a high pitch. Boy immediately goes to his knees upon hearing his Mistress’ voice. His training mandates that his head always be below the level of her waist. Jasmine reaches down and removes the ankle cuffs. Boy begins to crawl toward the sound of his Mistress’ voice before the genital clamp can be removed. He yelps when Jasmine yanks the leash as a reminder. Boy stops and waits patiently while Jasmine loosens the clamp.

A simple device, said to have been developed in Medieval times, the clamp is simply two flat pieces of wood, hinged face to face at the top edges. The hinged edges have a semi circle cut into the middle of each to form a circle when the boards lie end to end. Boy’s testicles are slipped through this circular hole. Thus it is worn just under the p***s with one board hanging over the front of the scrotum, the other over the back. Two bolts are threaded through holes in the bottom of the boards. Wing nuts allow Boy’s trainer to tighten the boards together, which as one can imagine, closes the space between the hinged boards and pressures the gonads. Jasmine added another hole in the bottom of each board through which her leash is threaded. This additional feature allows her to sharply tug on the leash and temporarily squeeze the boards and his testicles even more. As Jasmine demonstrated, Boy’s reaction to tension on the leash is immediate and most servile.

“He gets excited. So happy to see Mistress,” Lady Constance cooed, in her baby voice.

I will pause here to explain the epistemology of Boy’s care and treatment. Jasmine’s duties include, not only cleaning, feeding, and training, but also to assure that Boy is kept in constant torment or heavy bondage when not in the presence of Lady Constance. When in her presence, all bonds and sources of torment are removed, except of course for his collar and wrist cuffs which are worn at all times and removed only for morning cleaning and stretching.

Thus, as a result of the years of repetitious, long term bondage, pain and humiliation, Boy knows that serving Lady Constance and being in her company affords the only relief possible from the daily rituals of torment and toil exacted by Jasmine. As the reader will learn from her interview, the powerful African woman is relentless, and Boy’s tears and groveling never earn a minute of mercy. Only Lady Constance provides such, and she extracts a price for it.