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A Delicate Balance
by
Carmenica Diaz
Part 11: Preparation for Display.
Mai Ling looked down at William as he eagerly licked and sucked on her very wet vulva. He was no longer hesitant and hungrily went after pussy the moment he saw the tantalising cleft, the mound of Venus, before his increasingly desperate eyes!
His attitude had changed remarkably in such a short time. Mai Ling found there was no need to slap William’s bloated balls to motivate his efforts, although she still enjoyed giving him a slap every now and again.
The large, modified balls were now the size of very large apples and were an easy target. Mai Ling liked the way they swung after she slapped them hard. Of course, she never touched his modified cock!
His cut cock was very large and, erect, had a remarkable similarity to the sexual appendage of a small horse! And it had been erect for some time!
William’s large cock was thick and hard – constantly! The large head was swollen and red and the elongated eye was constantly weeping.
Completely hairless, Williams’s chest, arms, buttocks and legs were swollen with rippling muscles, thanks to the strange injections concocted by Doctor Steerburg.
Immediately after he had been unknowingly displayed to his step-father, Mai Ling had, under instructions from Doctor Steerburg, injected each of his balls one more time.
The screams were heard through the house and Elaine’s eyes had shone at the sounds of male anguish.
‘C…could I learn to give injections, Ms Bergman?’ Elaine had cautiously asked.
‘That may be considered, Elaine,’ Candace had answered. ‘That skill may be useful for our next tableau.’
The pain from the injection had subsided and William had to fight against his arousal once again.
It was difficult as both Mai Ling and Elaine delighted in making him go down on them at the strangest times. Elaine, in particular, enjoyed demeaning William, forcing him to his knees so she could stand over him and ride his face with gusto!
Toda, it had been Mai Ling’s turn. Mai Ling had brought William his food and, with his hands restrained behind his back, fed him like a baby, spoon by teasing spoonful.
‘You open mouth like big boy!’
While she fed him with one hand, the fingers of her other hand gently tickled his balls, making William groan with frustration as his bulbous headed cock throbbed with need!
Mai Ling was dressed in her dark uniform with white socks and sensible flat heeled, lace up shoes which she did not bother to remove prior to raising her dress for William.
She had simply raised her dress, removed her sensible white knickers and pushed William’s eager face to her cunt!
A long session of pussy licking followed until Mai Ling enjoyed two orgasms!
William had never felt so aroused before in his life! It was tortuous but, at the same time his mind was gradually discarding other thoughts as all he focussed on was pussy!
‘You stop now,’ Mai Ling said, pushing William back with her foot, the heel pushing against his muscles.
William looked up at her, his face wet and his eyes desperate. His hands, with the permanent specialist metal cuffs on each wrist, were shackled behind his back and he almost wept with the memory of being able to pull his own cock, to feel release.
Of course, Mai Ling made no offer to stroke him, although she constantly teased William to a point where his distracted mind was buzzing with lust and submissiveness.
‘P…please,’ he mumbled, staring at Mai Ling’s sex as if it was the most beautiful object on the planet.
Maybe, Mai Ling thought evilly, pussy is now! This boy good licker!
‘Maybe later, if you good boy,’ Mai Ling smiled. ‘You pick up panties, now!’
She pointed at her discarded panties and waited to see if William would refuse, if there was further conditioning needed.
Red faced, William seized the panties with his teeth and offered them to Mai Ling. He felt silly with the white panties hanging down his chin but there was always one hope that drove him to comply.
Maybe, they will let me come if I’m good, if I just do what they want!
If…if…
‘You good boy,’ Mai Ling giggled, patting William’s bald head as she took the panties from his mouth.
Doctor Steerburg sat down in front of Candace Berman’s imposing desk.
‘I’ve just looked in on your subject…’
‘And?’
‘William is now rather compliant. The mild sedatives in his food have seen to that. Those sedatives, combined with the chemical aphrodisiac have made him very malleable indeed.’
‘So I have heard from Elaine,’ Candace said dryly. ‘I hope that William is not too sedated, Doctor.’
‘What do you mean, Ms Bergman?’
‘I want him to be completely aware of his surroundings, of his performance.’
Doctor Steerburg laughed.
‘Oh, he’ll be aware, Ms Bergman. He’ll know every moment of his humiliating performance.’
Jason Harridan smiled at his wife.
‘Look what I have!’
‘W…what is it, darling?’ Elise asked anxiously.
‘It’s a postcard from William.’
‘William! A postcard?’
Elise eagerly took the postcard from his hand and read it.
Jason had easily forged it, a skill he had developed since forging academic reports from college and he knew Elise would not suspect anything. He had not married her for her intelligence!
Edwin, Jason Harridan’s son from his first marriage and William’s stepbrother appeared in the doorway.
‘What’s happening, Dad?’
‘We received as postcard from William, son,’ Jason said, watching Elise read the card again.
‘That is good news,’ Edwin said sarcastically.
Jason shot him a warning look but Elise did not recognise her stepson’s sarcasm.
‘It seems,’ Jason carried on, ‘William is going to see the world. He’s in London.’
‘London, England?’ Edwin asked, suppressing a smile. He knew very well where William was and what was happening to him.
‘Yes,’ Jason said, frowning at his son, warning him, ‘London, England.’
‘It…it says,’ Elise said with glistening eyes, ‘he wants to see the world that he might go to Australia…’
‘Australia!’ Edwin laughed. ‘What for, for god sakes! It’s such a long way…’
‘Perhaps William is looking for adventure,’ Jason said quickly.
A furtive image of William, bound and hooded flickered behind Jason Harridan’s eyes for an instant.
‘I hope he’s happy,’ Elise murmured, wondering again why her son had not said goodbye.
‘I’m sure he is. Edwin, open a bottle of bubbly, we must celebrate the good news. You’ll have a drink, won’t you my dear?’
Elise managed a small smile.
‘Yes, dear,’ she said, dropping the postcard onto the coffee table.
‘Then,’ Jason continued, ‘the three of us will go out to dinner!’
‘Is that want you wanted, Ms Bergman?’ Marlon Paterson asked anxiously.
Any work for Ms Bergman was a little exotic but she always paid very well indeed.
Candace frowned as she looked at the metal piece in front of her.
The base was constructed like a pyramid and supported a large X-frame. Everything was made from metal that had been painted red and the surface gleamed like fresh blood.
‘It appears to meet my specifications,’ Candace said at last.
‘Shall I test it, Ms Bergman?’ Elaine asked eagerly and Candace nodded.
‘The buttons are here,’ Marlon said helpfully.
Elaine shot him an icy glare.
‘I can see perfectly well, Mister Paterson.’
She pressed the button and the X-frame began to slowly tilt up in one direction.
‘It’s a powerful motor, Ms Bergman,’ Marlon Paterson said quickly, ‘just as you wanted.’
‘It appears,’ Candace said finally after watching the frame move up and down a few times, ‘that it is admirable, Mister Paterson.’
Marlon grinned brightly.
‘You can stop playing with it now, Elaine,’ Candace said briskly.
Reluctantly, Elaine switched the machine off.
Turning to Paterson, she said calmly, ‘my assistant will pay you, Mister Paterson.’
‘T…thank you, Ms Bergman,’ Paterson said obsequiously. ‘It’s been a real pleasure as always. Will you require anything for next month?’ Paterson hopefully asked.
‘Once this tableau is completed, I shall be giving my next work of art my deepest consideration. It is a delicate balance between art and entertainment.’
Candace walked from the room and Elaine’s eyes glinted as she frowned at Marlon Paterson.
‘So, how much are you stinging Ms Bergman for this time?’
Marlon Patterson swallowed and offered his account.
‘D…do you think,’ he whispered as Elaine studied the invoice, ‘that I c…could go to one of her tableaux? I…I’d stand at the back…I wouldn’t intrude…’
‘I’m afraid not,’ Elaine snapped. ‘Ms Bergman does not entertain tradesmen! I’ll write a cheque.’
‘Have all the invitations been delivered, Elaine?’
‘Yes, Ms Bergman.’
‘Has Mai Ling designed the menu?’
‘Yes, Ms Bergman.’
‘And is William ready?’
‘More than ready, Ms Bergman,’ Elaine giggled. ‘He could pop at any moment…’
‘If he does,’ Candace said evenly, ‘I would be very disappointed.’
Elaine swallowed.
‘Of course, Ms Bergman, I just…’
‘There will be no “popping” until the appropriate moment, Elaine.’
‘U…understood, Ms Bergman.’
‘I am looking forward to tomorrow night,’ Candace said with a thin smile. ‘This one will be my finest work yet!’
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Story continues in Part 12 – to be published soon.
Carmenica Diaz
The story up to part 9 available as a downloadable PDF file at my home page or can be read on-line in its entirety here and at my blog. Links to my blog and to all my work are available from my homepage. There are also downloadable previews and on-line previews of other works. Also all my free stories are archived there.
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