Altered Genesis Ch. 13

Dean's bottom stung as he sat down on the single bed of his tiny apartment. His abode was no more than a single room with a small kitchenette on one side and a bathroom on the other.

He was supposed to be celebrating freedom from chastity by now but he just rolled his shoulders forward and held his head in his hands. Instead of successfully returning the device of male subjugation to its owner, he had received the most severe spanking of his life.

Lady Lockwood had never been truly angry with him before, at least not like that. He couldn't help but feel like a failure for not living up to her expectations. Despite desperately wanting to be free of her, part of him still needed to make her proud.

He got up and made his way to the shower before taking off his pants. Looking at himself in the mirror, the steel contraption on his cock was like a manifestation of Lady Lockwood's will. The locking mechanism attached the cage to a ring that ran through the head of his cock. Slipping it off without unlocking it was not an option if he wanted to keep his penis intact. Besides, his balls were so painfully swollen that he could never slip them through the locked ring that ensnared them. The locking mechanism had to be released.

Then, a thought occurred to him. He returned to the bedroom to get his phone off his bed, which only required him to take two large steps. He opened his phone to search for something:

Cracking the lock of a Highcoven series X chastity device

Instead of being presented with a list of search results, the following message appeared on the screen, accompanied by the UN government crescent:

You have received a demerit of 500 social credit points for attempting to access terrorist websites. Your hateful actions target vulnerable groups, such as Dibellan femme and those who identify as noblefemme. Unauthorized removal of chastity devices is an attack on the property and identity of these groups. Click here to educate yourself and raise your consciousness so that you may be more sensitive in the future.

"Oh no!" he said.

A sinking feeling swept over him and he cradled his head in his hands.

After a moment he timidly opened the social credit app on his phone to find that his balance was now only 25 points.

"Oh man, still in the green. I can still vote," he spoke out loud to comfort himself.

--

Seven days later.

Dean felt on show sitting behind the glass reception desk at work. Despite it being the end of his first full week, he still felt like an imposter. The boys working in reception were the only males on the entire floor, and that didn't seem strange to anyone.

Every lady on the floor passed by on her way home for the weekend. Most of them stared at him while waiting for the elevator, thinking that he wouldn't notice. Others slipped a quick glance and the occasional lady stopped by for some small talk, to which he felt obliged to be receptive.

"When are you off sweetie?" one lady said.

Dean glanced up from his computer and forced a smile. He could see her friends looking on; half cheering and half mocking her. This lady was one of the oldest femme at the company and still worked in a low level position. Dean couldn't find a reason to be the least bit interested in her. Not to mention her unattractively obese frame. He felt tension in his chest as her eyes ran down his leggings and back up. This was a reminder that the glass desk didn't provide any privacy at all.

"I'm sorry! I won't be clocking off for hours! Maybe next Friday!"

"You sure hon? You could draw the eye of any femme even in your office clothes. You really should relax a little," she smirked playfully.

"I'm really sorry, I just can't make it," Dean did his best to sound disappointed.

"Your loss honey," she replied proudly and turned away.

The one thing almost all of the ladies had in common was that they were above 40 and not particularly attractive. Dean knew that many of them hadn't been able to find a husband due to the gender imbalance in society, and that only seemed to be magnified in the femme-dominated workplace.

"Don't worry about the requisition order, I can complete it," Michael said, "You're due in Lady Patel's office in 2 minutes anyway."

"Oh. Okay, thanks," Dean replied.

He got up and made his way down the hall to the corner office. Pausing outside, he quickly checked his appearance in the reflection of the glass window. He couldn't see inside because all the blinds were down.

He held his breath and knocked twice.

"Come in," Riya called out.

Riya flashed him a smile as he entered.

"Have a seat sweetie," she said softly.

The empty chair was opposite her desk and almost a foot lower than hers. Dean felt even smaller than normal as he looked up at her, waiting for her to speak.

He felt like a loyal subject coming to visit his empress. Despite her blemished skin, portly frame and subtle wrinkles, the forty-something year old had a dignified comportment that Dean found strangely exciting. Shame washed over him as he felt the cage grow tighter, extinguishing a burgeoning erection. This wasn't a reaction that he ever dreamt might be caused by a lady like Riya, but he wasn't that same boy from a sheltered home anymore.

He noticed himself looking for a ring on her finger. While many married femme in this day and age wouldn't wear one, Riya always struck him as the honest old-fashioned type. Her finger was empty, and if she were married, he was sure that she would show it.

"As you know, we are doing our monthly performance appraisals. Despite you having only started last week, I have completed yours also.

I'm quite pleased with your performance, you are picking things up more quickly than we expected. However, I have noticed that you seem very tired during the day."

Dean sat up straight and responded quickly, "Yes, I am taking steps to rectify this. I haven't been able to leave my previous job yet, so I've been doing both."

Riya frowned and Dean immediately knew something was wrong.

"Strictly speaking, it's against company policy to work for other employers," she said firmly.

"Yes, I just have a couple more weeks on my contract at... my previous job. Once I'm done there I'll be here one hundred percent," Dean shifted in his seat as he spoke.

Riya's frown only deepened.

"Your drug screening was even more concerning," she paused to gauge Dean's reaction.

He sat in stunned silence.

"What?! How?"

"There was a mysterious pharmaceutical in your system. The lab were only able to recognize it because of their prior collaboration with the Mesanet Corporation. They have informed us that you must be a participant in one of Mesanet's drug trials."

Dean froze, trying to process what he was hearing.

"I don't understand. I'm not on any medication. I've been feeling a bit different but I thought that was just the supplements I've been taking for work."

"Well, according to the lab, you are on quite a high dose of Mesanet's experimental birth control pill," Riya's displeasure was beginning to morph into compassion.

"Apparently, it's designed to... how do I put this... stop boys from finishing."

Dean's mouth fell open.

"But, they told me that was because of... err.. thanks to my training. I didn't even know that this drug existed."

He felt mortified to hear those words coming from his mouth and immediately wished that he could take them back. The constant pain of denial in his balls became all the more acute now.

Riya's eyes went wide for a moment. Dean could see her impervious demeanour break for just a moment as she shifted in her seat. What was she thinking about? Had she seen his videos and was now playing them back in her mind? Or was she imagining having her own way with him?

"Well officially the drug doesn't exist yet," she responded after regaining her composure, "It would be illegal for you to be taking it outside of a sanctioned trail. Regardless, I'm going to inform HR that you are participating in a trial and consider the matter closed," she said.

"Yes, thank you," he replied.

"But you should stop taking it immediately. There is no telling what kind of side affects it may be giving you," she said.

"Definitely, thank you for letting me know."

--

Dean collapsed onto his bed after another long night of working at the 'Lady Lakshmi's Palace' strip club.

It was already 6 am. As the holidays kicked into high gear, the shifts only got longer and the club was always full until 3 am. He had been living off the sliver of sleep he could get between getting home from the club and heading into his job at Aphrodite Campaigns.

He could finally get some sleep over the weekend ahead, but he had too much on his mind. A futile grasp of his chastity cage was a reminder of his longing for release. After spending nearly the entire shift with a full erection, he could still feel his unrequited desire bubbling away. During private dances, the wandering hands of the wealthy clientele drove him insane with overstimulation. These days it took very little fondling to bring him agonisingly close to the edge of orgasm. Even giving oral sex would make him painfully hard.

Without the relief that comes with release, he was almost perpetually on the edge of an impossible orgasm. His balls ached, sending blunt waves of pain into his abdomen.

But worst of all was the shame in knowing that the ache in his loins would only fade away under the commanding touch of some sexist old hag. He missed that feeling already.

But even then, he was so sensitive that he could only endure a minute or two of being touched before the pleasure felt like unbearable bolts of lightning. Thanks to those dam pills, his orgasm was replaced by a state of hypersensitivity, like an impenetrable wall of frustration and discomfort that seemed to turn his mind to jelly. It was then that he would try to sweet talk his client into letting him lick her pussy, anything to have a rest from her greedy hands.

The entire sisterhood had lied to him about the true nature of those "supplements" and instead attributed its affects to some divine power of theirs. How could he trust them anymore?

Dean wondered if he would ever be let out of chastity for good, or if the domina was just stringing him along. He felt a weight in his stomach as he imagined her promise of release being just another one of her games. She only cared about herself and what she could get out of him.

"How could I have been so stupid!?" he said as he lay back on the bed.

Did part of him want to believe that those witches had magical powers that could control his cock? Maybe it would have meant that all the superstitions of his childhood could have been true as well. But no, in the end he was just another gullible boy with more blood in his cock than his brain.

Opening his bag, he picked up the bottle of pills and examined the label.

ALPHA BOY

For the ultimate in peak performance. Optimized for young athletes looking for an edge.

Opening the bottle and pouring a couple of the blue pills into his palm, Dean looked closer. There was writing on the pills that he hadn't noticed before.

Amor Servus

He had no idea what this meant, but was sure that these pills didn't match the branding of the bottle. The real reason that Dr Gynohill insisted on "getting the supplements from the store" became abundantly clear to him now. She was switching them out with this experimental drug.

Shock turned to rage and he imagined never speaking to the domina again, calling her bluff and forsaking his masculinity to a prison of chastity forever. But who would marry a boy locked in some other lady's cage? And how could he ever have the confidence to succeed at work while locked up like a piece of chattel?

Besides, what if he had to be let out at some point for medical reasons? That thought caused his pulse to quicken.

He wanted to report this evil coven to the cops, but what would he say? Tell them about his porn career and how he agreed to be locked, just like it says in his contract? Only last week he read a news story about a boy who was put in prison for destruction of property when he managed to cut his way out of a cage.

He knew that the only way his cock could ever be free again was if the domina allowed it. Fear tightened around him.

He opened up his contact list to call Stephanie. It was time to come clean about everything. Maybe she would know what to do.

--

The air around the small coffee shop was filled with the sounds of the lunchtime rush in the centre of Gynohale. Aaliyah Lockwood sat up in her chair and scanned the crowd for a young femme, at least that's how she sounded on the phone. Aaliyah had no idea which way she would be coming from, nor what she looked like. All she knew was that they were to meet at the Belinda's Beans coffee shop 10 minutes ago.

Her eyes scanned through the crowd of femme in long dresses, most of whom were looking for a place to have lunch. The occasional attractive young man caught her gaze for a split second or two but she was far too nervous for a more indulgent look.

"If it isn't the famous Lady Lockwood of Supreme Sisters," a youthful feminine voice came from behind her. It was a statement, not a question.

Before Aaliyah could turn around, a skinny Korean girl walked in front of her and began sitting directly across from Aaliyah.

She was smaller than Aaliyah imagined, and almost boyish in her careful presentation and subtle use of make up; much less intimidating than she sounded on the phone.

"Yes. And who are you little girl?" Aaliyah snapped.

"You already know all you need to about me. I'm someone that can bring your little empire to its knees," the young femme glared at her with contempt as she took her seat across the table.

Stephanie smiled confidently.

"It sounds like you had pretty cosy deal going on with Mesanet. They provide you with an experimental sex drug to help you exploit and manipulate innocent boys, making a boat load of money off them, and Mesanet get unwitting test subjects for their newest drug trial."

Aaliyah did her best to hide behind her tinted glasses but Stephanie could see her mouth tighten as she recounted the additional details.

"It's funny. I also have a copy of an email sent from your account to Regina Biotech. Offering them a sample of this highly coveted experimental drug for a handsome sum. I'm quite sure that Mesanet would be pretty displeased to hear you sharing proprietary information after they had placed so much trust in you. And I noticed that Regina Biotech sounded very interested in your offer."

"Lies! I never sent that email!" Aaliyah snarled with a pointing finger.

"I know, but Mesanet doesn't know that. I mean, let's face it Aaliyah, the message did come from your account after all. You should really change your passwords more frequently!" Stephanie's arrogant smile came with a dash of sadism.

She paused before continuing.

"Once Mesanet catch wind of this I'm sure that they will be pretty upset about how you started to sell their secrets," she grinned.

"Just get to the point!" Aaliyah almost shouted and looked around self-consciously, "What do you want? Money? Unlimited access to my boys?"

"No," Stephanie leaned back in her chair, "I want you to return Dean's key."

Aaliyah raised an eyebrow, "I offer you unfettered access to the highest quality bucks around, boys that can give pleasure beyond your wildest dreams, and you just want the key to one boy?! You aren't one of those filthy men's rights girls, are you?"

"I told you what I want, if you don't hand over his key right now I'll happily forward the email to Mesanet. I'm sure that their legal department would make your prosecution a high priority. If that happens, the police will unlock him as a matter of protocol upon your arrest, so either way, I get what I want. Handing it over now seems a bit cleaner doesn't it?"

Aaliyah's face was gripped in the throws of pure contempt.

"Fine, he's getting old now anyway," she snapped, "How do I know you won't just follow through anyway?"

"You don't. But I definitely will send it if you don't give me what I want," Stephanie was still like a statue, leaning forward with her elbow on the table and hand supporting her chin.

With that, Aaliyah slowly unclipped the key from her necklace, leaving three others hanging there, and handed it over.

"Nice doing business with you!" Stephanie grinned.

Aaliyah got up and stormed away. After loosing sight of her in the crowd, Stephanie opened her palm to look at the unassuming piece of metal in her hand. The little thing was even more sophisticated than her house key, not only did it use a mechanical locking mechanism, but it also had unique RFI signature. Forging both to crack the lock would have been a real mission.

"Nasty little bitch!" she said to the key.

It amazed her that something so small could have such a profound hold over a young man's life. The injustice of it sickened her. She only wished she could have saved the other boys. But she knew that the Supreme Sisters were involved with law enforcement; to what extent she wasn't sure. Asking for too much may have caused Aaliyah to go nuclear and call her friends down at the station. Instead, she had to put Dean first; ask small and give Aaliyah an easy way out.

"I'll have to play the long game for the others," she reminded herself.

She closed her fist and put the key in her handbag. Dean was free once more; perhaps for the first time since he left home, and that gave her comfort.