Doubly Milked Male

Chapter Three-1

Chapter Three

The ACACA & Equipment

When they arrived, me, the doctor and the attorney, Mr Norman, all shook hands then he explained the proceedings to be enacted. It was all pretty straight forward and so the papers were laid out on the large table on the side of the room and I went to sit in the chair provided, then began to sign them. To my surprise Connie had set up and turned on a video camera to ensure that all was done properly and without any sort of coercion. Connie witnessed my signature and that of the doctor at the bottom of each page and when we were finished, Mr Norman applied his official seal and initials to every page, making it all legal, then we smiled at one another and he took his leave.

“Welcome to our Programme.” the doctor smiled and shook my hand. “I’m sure that you’ll find that the coming months will present you with some, most interesting experiences, Mr Grantham. I will without doubt see you at the Facility.”

She reached into a pocket of the lab coat and produced a standard pill bottle, then handed it to me.

“Your Governess will ensure that you take two of these pills every three hours, Mr Grantham. They are a necessary part of your preparation process for the Institute’s Research Programme. Within a day or so you will begin to notice that your skin has become more sensitive and your emotions and feelings will fluctuate more so than you have normally experienced. As well, you will soon notice that your breasts will have begun to develop quite rapidly. Within 10 days you will become the possessor of 38-DDD, fully-functional and lactating breasts with very sensitive n*****s. This is normal and is required for the Research Programme.”

“Jesus!” I blurted. “I guess you know all about my secret desires and interests! Anyhow, I’m not afraid of that happening, but is it reversible?”

“Yes, Mr Grantham. We do know a great deal about your personal and … ah … more unusual interests and they are one of the main reasons you are a successful Candidate. Now as to reversibility … it is possible, but only with the correct drugs. Given those, it will take a few months for your breasts to fade back to a normal, male size after the completion of your participation. That is, if you would prefer not to keep them. Now, if you will excuse me I have a number of pressing details to complete, not the least amongst them being to transfer your signing bonus to your bank. Have a great day. Good bye!”

We both stood and shook hands again, then Connie guided me back to the Examination Room and gestured wordlessly for me to strip. She disappeared for a few moments then returned with a medium sized roll aboard type of case, placed it on the table and popped the latches. When she swung the lid up I saw what appeared to be a tangle of light metal straps and a couple of coils of thick, flexible wires, while on the bottom, a half dozen, black velvet bags.

“Here’s your ACACA, Mr Grantham. Just stand still and only move when I ask you too, OK?”

“OK.” I replied, nervously inspecting the stuff in the case.

She picked up part of the tangle, got it organized, then came over to me, holding it out.

“This is the upper body part of the appliance. Mr Grantham. You’ll find it to be quite interesting, once it’s on, now just hold still and I’ll get it properly fitted.”

She draped a pair of narrow metal straps over my shoulders so that they positioned a pair of 3 mm thick, 10 mm wide, shiny donut-shaped metal disks around my breasts: these curved to fit snugly onto the curvature of my rib cage, and would press firmly all the way around. On their under sides they blended into a 3 mm thick, 10 mm wide chest band, while on the sides under my armpits the chest band continued around to a joint over my spine. At first it was all a loose fit but Connie quickly tightened the adjustments so that I became very much aware of the compression of the chest encircling band, then she next tightened the shoulder straps until they too were very snug, digging slightly into my shoulders, thus pulling the breast-encircling ‘donuts’ into tight contact.

She came back to my front and brought up a pair of strange looking, shallow-framed cages with narrow straps inside, each with a 3 mm thick 40 mm diameter shiny silvery disk at its centre. These disks were spring-loaded from the apex of each cage and projected beyond the plane of the base of the cage.

“What in Hell are those?” I gabbled.

“Please relax, Mr. Grantham. These are your breast and n****e sensor and e-stim contact holder cages. They will ensure that the actual disks are not easily accessible by the wearer, and with the pads being spring-loaded and temporarily glued, they will remain in the correct position no matter body movement.” She stated nonchalantly. “Now, kindly remain still while I fit you with them.”

I watched nervously while she quickly applied some sort of sticky gel to the shiny inner side of each disk, then moved to stand in front of me before pressing the edges of the cage into waiting clips on the breast-encircling metal donuts, then once secured, she positioned the slivery disk directly onto my right n****e, covering it completely. She fastened the disk’s narrow upper strap to the top of the encircling metal, then the bottom one to the underside. Satisfied with positioning, she ensured that the spring-loading kept the disk pressed down firmly, sinking slightly into my flesh and muscle, then quickly repeated the process on my left breast. I could not help but look down to see the gleaming silvery cages over my breasts and the caps that had stuck to and now completely covered my n*****s. I shuddered and twisted my body back and forth for a moment, feeling more than a little foolish wearing what was obviously a bra, seeing that the cages projected very noticeably, and too, at the position where a n****e would be, there was a distinct bump and realized that there was no way I could conceal their presence, even if I hunched my shoulders. Behind, I could feel some straps connected to a piece between my shoulder blades before it descended to the chest band, but for the moment ignored them. She was far from finished and seemed not to notice my flaming-faced embarrassment

“Very good, Mr Grantham. She smiled. ‘Now we come to the lower body portion of the ACACA; this being your s****l access denial, and impulse monitoring appliance.”

“Whoa! Whoa!” Whoa!” I gabbled, staring in some horror at the steel belt she negligently held in her hand. “I really don’t think that that’s necessary! I don’t want to have to wear that th-thing, thanks!”

She stood back and gave me a hard look.

“Mr Grantham, this is the absolutely required part of the ACACA!” she stated very firmly. “Now, the device is not going to hurt you when you begin wearing it, so please remain still while I apply it, then adjust it to fit exactly.”

I reluctantly subsided and she quickly draped a 50 mm wide, four mm thick belt around my waist. It rode straight across at the small of my back, then on the sides curved over the pelvic bones and at the front, curved down to just above my pubic bone where a flat, thick, locking fitting, somewhat resembling that of a parachute harness fastener, connected the ends. I didn’t really pay attention to the 20 mm diameter rings: one at the middle of the back over my spine, with another on each side over the hip. She pressed the ends of the waist belt into the front locking device with solid sounding click’s!, then returned to the case and brought out what could only be described as a p***s tube. I stared at it, recoiling and shuddering with some sort of unknown emotion, but then traitorous my body betrayed me with an erection!

“Why do I have to wear th-that?” I asked, desperately flailing for some way to avoid having my manhood locked away for the next two weeks. A chastity belt!? Jesus! I had no idea how mild this thing was compared to what was to come later!

“Well, Mr Grantham, from our investigations it was established that you possess a very strong libido and so we require that you wear this device, as does every Candidate who becomes an Associate upon acceptance. It’s primary purpose is that it will, quite obviously, prevent any unauthorized s****l activity on your part. In addition, it will allow us to connect you to a urine collection system and that too aids us in future research.” she stated matter of factly, leaving no room for argument. No mention was made at that point of its other capabilities, but within the hour, and to my horror I’d become intensely aware of them.

The 3 mm thick tube was curved and I’d guess about 15 cm long, with a 35 mm interior diameter and so would be a snug fit even if I didn’t have an erection. It’s end was rounded and at the apex was what appeared to be some sort of connection spout. As it was, the tube, once lubricated, would easily and very snugly accommodate my unaroused manhood. However, fitting while I had an erection would be a different matter and I doubted that I’d fit into the length and diameter. I was mistaken. At the top open end it had a wide ‘tongue’ pointing up; this designed to slide into a slot in the bottom of the lock that joined the ends of the waist/hip bands. She manipulated something on the tube and from its open end withdrew a thick-walled, ribbed, semi-rigid, ribbed, black rubber tube, tipped with a bullet-headed, chromed metal tip. Its astounding 20 cm length was quite awful by itself, but in addition, each rib was 10 mm in diameter!

“Y-y-you’re not going to stick that in me!” I yelled, staring at this evil-looking tube and hose in considerable horror, backing away while her gloved fingers slathered a thick coating of blue lubricant along its length, then spread a layer on the inner side of the p***s tube.

She looked at me with distaste.

“Yes, Mr Grantham, that’s exactly what I’m going to do! Now, don’t be such a wussy! It won’t hurt except maybe a little pinch when it first enters your urethra, then it’ll be relatively easy to inset the remainder, although it’ll feel a little weird, so I’m told by all the Associates who’ve experienced this procedure in the past. Most of the time you’ll forget you’re wearing it. Now, hold still while I lubricate your urethra, then we’ll do the job.”

She was an intimidating and very positive woman, and made me feel a little silly, so I just stood still, trembling while her gloved hand reached out and gently grasped my manhood, then I watched her take a bottle and insert its long, thin nozzle deeply into my urethra and winced with its entry. Slowly withdrawing it, she squeezed a trigger on the bottle’s neck and I felt a slick gel pulse slowly into my body while my erection collapsed because of her clinical precision. She’d obviously done this before.

I continued watching, now with some terror when she moved the shiny tip of the catheter tube to the end of my p***s, then slowly pressed it past the initial restriction making me yelp sharply from the ‘pinch’, as she’d called it. She paused for a few seconds before slowly forcing the remaining long length of the catheter deeper and deeper into my p***s and a long way up into my urethra. I felt every ‘rib’ pass into me and couldn’t stop the moans it made me make. Two minutes later she had forced the awful tube all the way into me, leaving only a shiny 15 mm diameter disk at the end of my manhood, with a projecting, 10 mm shiny metal hose fitting projecting from it.

“Now, Mr Grantham, hold still for a moment while I fit your p***s into the tube. The catheter may slide out a little when you’re being inserted, but will be pressed all the way back inside when you get an erection. I’m sure you’ll find the experience to be an interesting one. Now, please remain still.”

She brought up the gleaming metal tube’s open end with a wide, thick metal cuff connected to it and slipped the end of my impaled and lubricated organ into it, then slowly slid it closer and closer to my abdomen until my p***s was fully inside, then I felt the end fitting of the catheter become connected to its internal mount. I hadn’t seen the strips of electrodes on the inner side of the tube, nor the electrode ring around the base. With a smooth upward motion, she pressed the tongue on the end of the tube up into its slot in the bottom edge of the lock assembly joining the ends of the hip band, then came another, solid click! I had been locked into my first chastity belt! She stood and smiled at me.