Mounding

Mounding

Here is a description of Mounding from Urban Dictionary: “Mounding is the practice of taking a male's genitals and shoving them up in the body cavity. The end result is that he only has a “mound" that resembles a cunt.”

Corey Gets Mounded

By Chirenon

A Day at the Mounding Clinic

by David Holly

Mounding was a federal law. Within one month of a boy’s fourteenth birthday, he had to get mounded. Moundings were reversed at eighteen, at which time the boy would either be a candidate for breeding or be permanently unmanned. I didn’t approve of the law, nor did my mother, but the penalties for non-compliance were dreadful. Boys who’d escaped were called slackers, and slackers couldn’t attend school or be seen in public. The pretenders were even worse than the slackers. Pretenders attempted to pass as mounded by hiding their genitalia. Whenever the police caught a pretender, the pretender was sent to a rehabilitation camp—where he’d be mounded. There was no getting around the mounding.

According to my mother’s book, “at fourteen, most boys are in passing through puberty. They’re suffering from hormonal changes, and they’re experimenting with masturbation.” Really, Mom? Experimenting? I didn’t know any guy who wore a lab coat while he jerked off.

During the final months of eighth grade, more and more guys started showing up wearing panties and stretch shorts to prove that their cocks and balls were tucked up inside their mounds. My birthday wasn’t until December so I made it into ninth grade before I had to get mine done. In my freshman gym class, I was one of the few boys left with a dangling set. Most guys had mounds, meaning they looked as though they had pussies.

Another passage from Mom’s book filtered through my thoughts: “Fourteen-year-old boys are markedly self-conscious, and thus deeply anxious about what their peers might think.” My friend Juan had been mounded in June. He kept staring at my cock as we changed in the locker room. He pulled up his panties, while I pulled up my boxer shorts. “It can’t be much longer, Drew.”

“Three weeks. The appointment is circled on our calendar.” I shivered. “How are you feeling now?”

“Horny. I’m horny all the time. It makes me crazy.”

“That’s what I figured,” I said. “Shit. Four fucking years.”

“Yeah, Drew,” Juan said. “Jerk off all you can now. After the mounding, you won’t be able to get at your cock. Your dick will try to get hard inside your mound, but there isn’t room, so it squeezes your balls even worse.”

“I’m sure as shit not looking forward to it.”

“I only hope that when I’m eighteen, I get chosen to be a breeder.” Breeding was Juan’s dream, not mine. Breeding sounded creepy. I shifted uncomfortably. How did a guy even go about it? Did he really have to stick his dick into a woman’s pussy, as some guys claimed? I shuddered at the thought.

“One out of a thousand get picked for breeding, Juan. The other nine hundred and ninety-nine guys end up as muffs.”

“Better a muff than mounded,” Al Wingate whispered. “I wish they’d let us minibate at fourteen. Not four years of sheer torture.”

Juan was horrified at the suggestion. “I wouldn’t give up my cock that easily.”

In my heart, I knew that I’d minibate, given the chance. What was the sense of being born a boy at a time when being a boy was prohibited?

Even my mother, an eminent psychologist, was telling me to gather my rosebuds while I could. “Go give your cock a good jerking, Drew,” she said that night after supper. “Wring all of the pleasure out of it that you can. It’s your last chance to claim your birthright to pleasure.”

She’d set my appointment for the last legal day. “Wasn’t that subversive, Mom?”

“No, I believe in the humanitarian goals of Pan-American Gynocracy. I don’t believe that the Gynocracy should’ve resorted to suppression. You’d be better off pussified than mounded.”

“They look the same.”

“Yeah, but they won’t feel the same, Drew. Vulvas give pleasure, but mounds don’t.”

The word pussified sent a shudder down my spine with a chill that came with a greenish feeling. Vulva envy—I was a classic textbook example. I wanted a vulva between my legs.

I’d been fourteen years old for twenty nine days on the afternoon Mom and I arrived at the Madras Mounding Clinic. Doctor Slice looked at my identification and entered the codes into her computer. “Drew, you sure pushed it up to the last second.” She turned her hooked nose up disapprovingly. “You came close to being classified as a slacker, my young friend.” Friend was hardly a word of endearment as it issued from her mouth.

Mom fought for my right to a masculine psyche until the bitter end. “At fourteen, a boy is developing opinions and insights, and a sense of humor capable of appreciating connotations, juxtapositions, innuendo and double entendres. Nevertheless at the same time, he’s susceptible to naïve opinions and one-sided arguments. Subjecting a boy that age to unwanted alterations of his gender role is dangerous to his psyche. That’s why I held Drew back.”

Doctor Slice, obviously a true believer in the virtues of mounding, jumped to the worst possible conclusion. “Conspiracy to delay mounding is a criminal offense.”

“Don’t help, Mom. If you landed in prison, I don’t know what I’d do.” I turned to Doctor Slice. “We didn’t delay or conspire. We’re here on time on the appointed day and in the legally mandated month.”

Doctor Slice directed my mother toward a small waiting room with an obnoxiously loud vid tuned to moronic daytime shows.

“Can we turn off this hellish contraption?” Mom asked.

“No,” Doctor Slice said. “It’s controlled remotely. I have no control over the volume.”

“Is the sound set so high so I won’t hear Drew’s screams?”

“Oh, Mom, they use anesthetic. Doctor Slice isn’t running a torture chamber.”

After closing the door upon my mother and locking her in, Doctor Slice looked upon me more favorably. “I’ll give you a very pretty mounding, Drew.”

I sighed, resigned to my fate.

“Did you bring a change of clothing? I mean the clothes that’ll fit your new condition.”

“Yeah, doctor. Most of my friends have already had their crotches mounded. I know what to expect.” I showed her the panties and the stretch pants Mom and I’d picked out.

I wasn’t feeling so chipper about the procedure as I appeared. I didn’t want to be mounded; the very idea filled my psyche with dismay and filled my stomach with nausea. But Mom was a vociferous practitioner of free speech at a time when free speech was rigorously suppressed if that free speech in any way suggested that the Pan-American Gynocracy was wrong. And it was the Pan-American Gynocracy who’d decreed that all males should be rendered incapable of sex crimes, whether or not any individual male had any inclination toward committing sex crimes. The mantra of the Pan-American Gynocracy proclaimed that, left untreated, any male with an operational penis was a likely rapist, pedophile, pederast, spousal abuser, peeping tom, or public exhibitionist. Left to our own devices with intact genitalia, we’d be sexual harassing women, stalking them, or trafficking in them—not to mention indulging in grotesque acts of indecent exposure on the playground.

“Do you prefer to dress in a mounding robe?” the doctor asked.

Mom’s book had brought up that subject too. “Gymnophobia, a fear of nudity, is common among both boys and girls undergoing puberty.” I had it, but having read Mom’s book, I knew it for what it was. I was determined to resist gymnophobia.

“That’d be silly, Doctor Slice. You’re about to see everything I’ve got. I’ve no need for a display of false modesty.”

“You sound quite mature for your age, Drew. All right. Mounding is much easier without the impractical obeisance to outmoded taboos. Remove your clothing and lie back on the surgical table. I’ll have your cock and balls tucked in a jiffy, and I’ll give you a cute mound.”

I tossed my clothes into a bag, and climbed onto the table. Doctor Slice had me place my feet into the high stirrups so that my cock and balls, and my asshole as well, were on display. Doctor Slice inserted an intravenous needle into my arm and hooked me up to a drip bag.

As I soared, she whispered into my ear. “You’re going to float pleasantly. Since you’ve been such a good boy, I’m going to give you a mixture of Phalliminate and Testerminate in your solution. Once you’re mounded, you’ll be a lot more comfortable than most boys. And when you get your reversal in four years, you’ll be able to minibate yourself into a muff.” She paused, and some part of my subconscious knew that she was revealing forbidden knowledge. At heart, Doctor Slice was just as subversive as my mother was. “After the reduction drugs do their good work, there’s no possibility you’ll be chosen as a breeder. If you only knew what the powers that be did with the breeders after two years of service, you’d thank me for this gift.”

I was floating, but something didn’t ring true. “I thought that, due to impotence, a reduced male couldn’t minibate himself.” Considering that I was scudding along with the clouds at the end of the rainbow, it was a difficult concept to get out.

Doctor Slice’s answer came to me through a fog. “Don’t worry about that. There’s a new Minibate formula in the works. It reverses impotence. A deballed male with a pin dick will be able to minibate himself successfully.”

She was working on my groin. The sensation was terribly strange, but not unpleasant. “I’m giving you an extra shot of Testerminate to speed up the shrinkage, Drew. The mega dose of fast acting Phalliminate has reduced your penis wonderfully. You’ll hardly know it’s up inside of you, except when you urinate.” She was silent for a couple of minutes. “The Testerminate injection did the trick. Your testicles are almost gone, and they’ll keep on shrinking after your mounding is complete.”

“Umph,” I said as I rode the euphoric waves of the anesthesia.

“I’m going to mound you now, Drew. When you wake up, you’ll have a whole new look. You won’t have any ugly junk hanging between your legs.”

I must’ve lost consciousness at that point, because the next thing I knew, Doctor Slice was calling my name. “Wake up, Drew. Wake up and see your pretty little boy mound.”

She helped me sit up, and she held a mirror so I could see my groin. I didn’t feel any different, and I wasn’t feeling the constant discomfort and pressure my friends complained about. I blinked my eyes. I looked exactly like a girl between my legs.

“Wow!”

“You’ll be slightly sore for a couple of days. Considering that your genitalia have been dramatically reduced, the discomfort will be mild. Now, get dressed and we’ll let your mother see you. Unless you’d like for her to see how your groin looks naked.”

“No, she doesn’t need to see that, and as long as she doesn’t know about my Phalliminate and the Testerminate injections, it’d be best not to tell her. Mom thinks everybody is involved in some conspiracy. The less reason she has to suspect the Pan-American Gynocracy’s New World Order, the better.”

“I just can’t understand her objections, Drew. We’ve achieved paradise, but I guess that malcontents will complain about paradise.”

“Do you really think that the Pan-American Gynocracy is paradise for men? Do you think that I’d have chosen to be mounded?”

“I can’t see why not, Drew. You’re much better off than males were in the past.”

Doctor Slice just didn’t get it. I shrugged and pulled up my panties. They fit nicely, as did the stretch pants. Mom came in and looked me over. I could see that she was close to weeping, so I took her by the hand and we left the clinic.

Male suppression increased over the next four years. Except for breeders, all males in North American, European, and Asian societies were forced to undergo genital reduction. Most chose minibation as the more pleasant route than castration or diminution. Males could no longer vote, and many stores wouldn’t permit an unaccompanied male to wander the aisles. A male couldn’t rent a car or a hotel room or book travel arrangements. By the time I was nearing my eighteenth birth month, congress was debating limiting the right to drive to women only.

Mom drove me to the mounding clinic on the first day my reversal became legal. “You’ve got to do everything you can to get selected as a breeder, Drew. Otherwise, you’ll come home permanently unmanned.”

I’d been worrying for days about how I was going to handle Mom. I’d never told her that my penis and testicles had been reduced. I decided that I had to break the news in a way she might like. “Mom, do you know what happens to breeder boys after they breed?”

My mother had never thought about the issue. “Huh?”

“Have you ever seen a breeder boy?”

“I’m sure that they’re around, Drew.”

“I’ve never seen one.” I took a deep breath. “I’ve heard some horrible rumors...”

Mom was a devotee of conspiracy theories. “What rumors?”

“More than rumors, really. Guys chosen for breeding are never seen again. There’s evidence that they’re used to impregnate a selected number of females, and then they’re rewarded with a bullet in the head. The Pan-American Gynocracy won’t even let the poor guys minibate themselves so they could reenter society. Once the selectee has done his bit for the gene pool, he’s through. They don’t want to use him anymore so they finish him off.”

Mom drove in silence for several minutes. I could see from her frowns and grimaces that she was taking what I’d told her seriously.

“Drew,” she said at length. “Do you want to pass on your sperm? I mean, considering the way the world is going. Do you want a biological child of yours to be born into it?”

“No,” I said, not mentioning that the decision had been made four years earlier.

“You wouldn’t mind jacking your dick and balls off right away?”

Why is discussing masturbation with one’s mother so difficult? Much less discussing minibation? The intervening years hadn’t made this conversation any easier. “So long as you give me privacy to do it.”

“Privacy is relic of the distant past,” Mom said. Then she laughed grimly. “I’m not going to spy on you, Drew, but I don’t know where you picked up this unhealthy attitude toward masturbation. It’s a fine, robust activity.”

“Okay. I’m sure that I won’t be selected for breeding anyway, Mom. Few guys are, and I don’t have the master race genes that these women are looking for in their daughters.”

Once again, Mom was sequestered in a waiting room while I climbed naked onto the surgical table. Doctor Cutter began describing how I could compete to become one of the breeders.

“Is Doctor Slice here?”

Doctor Cutter looked around as if she were fearful of the entire Pan-American Gynocracy popping out of the walls. “Doctor Slice was killed in that space bus disaster at Phobos Station last year.” The space bus disaster had given rise to a new crop of conspiracy theories. The bus had collided with an uncharted asteroid, killing all aboard. The victims had just departed from a conference where they had dissented against some of the more extreme policies of the New World Order.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. She fixed me up because I smoothed out some ripples about my mounding procedure. She reduced my cock and balls, so I’m not a candidate for breeding. She told me that there was a new Minibate that works on reduced males.”

“There is now a Minibate formula that reverses impotence,” Doctor Cutter said with more delight than I would’ve expected. “You’re a candidate for minibation, Drew. Doctor Slice had amazing foresight. You can measure down.”

“Wonderful, Doctor Cutter. Let’s get my mounding reversed so I can be on my way.”

Doctor Cutter clapped at my double entendre, and hooked up the intravenous drip. “Just relax, and I’ll free your junk, Drew.”

I floated into the pleasurable darkness and awoke when the doctor slapped my face. “Drew! Drew! Wake up.”

“Quit slapping me.” No mere male should ever give orders to a female, so I was violating laws and taboos. Nevertheless, latitude is given males during procedures, so the doctor pretended that she hadn’t noticed my gaffe.

“I was having some difficulty bringing you around, Drew. You had me worried for a minute or so. I hate having to send a vegetative mistake off to the crematorium.”

“I can imagine that’d be depressing.” A son of my mother, I was being sarcastic, but Doctor Cutter didn’t catch my drift. I looked at the results in the hand mirror she held.

Doctor Cutter didn’t have Doctor Slice’s skill. My tiny cock hung crudely and I had a significant slit left. “I didn’t try to pretty it up, Drew. Once you minibate away the remainder of your junk, you’re going to have the prettiest muff in town.”

I had been surreptitiously slipping Glutenhance and Andronul into my system for the past two years. Both drugs were widely used and abused in the locker room at Miss Fanny’s School for Boys, and I’d managed to get a hairless body and a femulated ass.

“Does this new Minibate contain significant amounts of Andronul and Glutenhance?”

Doctor Cutter laughed. “I suspect that you’ve been taking both of those for some time. But, yeah, it certainly does. You’re going to look extremely girly by the time you get yours.” She handed me a bottle of the new Minibate. “Touch a drop to your tiny cock.”

“You want me to minibate in front of you?”

“You’re required by federal law to prove that you’re on your way.”

The humiliations went on and on, but I faced them with courage. I dribbled Minibate onto my tiny dick. To my surprise, the miniature thing arose, and I was powerless to resist. Compelled to minibate, I began rubbing it between my fingers. Doctor Cutter watched as I fingered my little boy protrusion. The compulsion and the pleasure grew, and I lost all inhibitions. I massaged my groin. Pleasure bounded through me like a wolf chasing a lamb. I hadn’t had an orgasm for four years, but the mechanism still existed. I rode upon tsunamis of pleasure. My eyelids fluttered. My lips curled back. My nose, ear lobes, and nipples crinkled. And finally I came, great gobs of yellowish cum erupting from my pencil thin cock. I blasted out more than I could’ve imagined.

Doctor Cutter tossed me a couple of cleaning wipes. “You ejaculated about an eighth of the amount a normal boy would shoot. You don’t have much to eject, Drew. You’ll get yours before a week has passed.” She tossed me a pair of Skimps and a Measuring Down T-shirt. I dressed in those and pulled up my stretch pants, which finally had a bulge, however tiny and pathetic. Doctor Cutter slapped my butt. “You’re on your way, boy.”

Mom was curious on the drive home. “Are you on your way, Drew?”

“Of course I am, Mom. There wasn’t any choice.”

Mom nodded. “Enjoy your life, son. Perhaps you’re fortunate, and perhaps you’ll never know what you’re missing—or even care. The New World Order is here.”

“Yeah, Mom. Do you ever wonder whether the old world order was any great loss? There’s no war today. The Pan-American Gynocracy doesn’t have a standing army. Nuclear weapons are extinct. There’re none of the evils of the old world; no human trafficking, no military draft, no slavery.”

We climbed out of the car at home. The television was already announcing that congress had made it illegal for any male to fly a plane, drive a car, or sail a boat. Males were reduced to the level of dogs.

Mom looked at the diminishing lump between my legs, and extended her little finger toward the bottle of Minibate I’d been gripping for dear life. “Whatever horrors the New World Order brings, you’re on your way, boy.”

 From You're On Your Way, Boy by David Holly

Mounding is an outpatient surgery that involves tucking the cock and balls inside a mound that casually resembles a twat. A male who has been mounded experiences continual discomfort. If he is aroused, his dick tries to harden, but it cannot because it is locked up inside his body. (The term was invented by Paul B for his story, “Mounded.”)

The Benezian Gynecocracy

by David Holly

1

I

’d been swimming laps in the community pool most of the morning. My body was taut and my skin was taking on a golden glow from the tropical sun. Two other males were basking beside the pool. Like me, both were wearing briefs of a wholly transparent fabric. These “legals” were as see-through as clear plastic, but they were made of an alien fabric that clung tightly to the skin. They were tight enough to be uncomfortable, smashing the cock and balls in front and pulling up sharp in the butt crack so they enhanced the posterior. Not that mine needed special briefs to do the job—something else was going on back there.

During the month I’d been living on Benez, my rump had become much more shapely. In my heart of hearts, I wondered whether Alice had been slipping me some drug to enhance my shape. I glanced at Bill. A fellow passenger and dupe from Earth, Bill had been proud to show off his “eight inches of man meat” to anyone who would look. Unknown to Bill, his wife Doris had ordered the room service staff to start doping his food with Phalliminate. A penis reduction drug usually taken in tablet form, Phalliminate comes in original or extra-strength. Not only had Doris insisted upon extra-strength Phalliminate, but she’d doubled the maximum recommended dosage. Now Bill was reduced to a mere half inch nub. Having gone from more than twenty centimeters to just under eleven millimeters in two weeks, his boasting days, not to mention any chance of an erection, were over for good.

I felt bad about Bill. I’d liked the old Bill, the braggart, the swaggerer. Now he was docile, tame, a pet human. He used to refer to his wife Doris as “the little woman.” Now she was Mistress Doris.

Thus far, Alec and I’d suffered no such chemically induced disaster, discounting my enhanced posterior, but we lived in trepidation. When I stretched out on a lounge between Bill and Alec, Alec raised up and whispered to me. “SHE,” he hissed, sounding like an H. Rider Haggard character. In this case She Who Must Be Obeyed was his beloved wife Liseth. “She told me this morning that she’s going to have me mounded. The procedure is scheduled for the day after tomorrow.”

Mounding! A chill swept through me, shrinking my cock and balls in my legals. Mounded boys look like they have a hairless pussy, and they’re unable to harden or masturbate. Reversible mounding is a outpatient procedure, and the male can be taken home the same day. And as the name implies, the male can be restored after he has learned his place. We three had seen the results of mounding immediately upon our arrival on Benez.

2

The fates do play tricks on us. At twenty-five years old, I was already a successful novelist on Earth, married to a news reporter. When Alice announced that she’d been assigned to report on the mysterious planet Benez, and that she’d been granted permission by the Benezian authorities to visit their world, I was happy to go along with her.

“Be forewarned, Dave. Benez is a gynecocracy. Males have no legal standing whatsoever. Once there, your butt belongs to me—literally. I’ll own you.”

We’d both laughed about that. “That’s okay, Alice. I trust you not to have me declawed at the vet’s office. Besides, we’ll only be there for a week. What can go wrong?”

We took a luxury space liner for the long voyage out. Equal numbers of men and women were making the voyage, but most were heading for other worlds. Only six passengers were disembarking on Benez: Bill and Doris, Alec and Liseth, me and Alice.

I found it a little strange that the captain and the male crew resolutely refused to leave the liner during our brief stop on Benez. We six went down the drop chute with our baggage, and were delivered directly to quarantine. There a group of burly female guards separated Bill, Alec, and me from our wives so quickly we’d no time to protest.

That’s where we saw our first mounded male. He met us at the door. Attired in a tight crimson top that stopped just below his nipples, thigh high boots, and thong pants, he gaped at us with a repulsed expression even while introducing himself.

“Oh, those scandalous clothes,” Meife gasped. “That grisly body hair.” The horror was not one sided. I stared aghast at Meife’s crotch. His tight thong revealed a slit where his cock and balls should have been.

“Holy crap, Bub,” Bill harangued, whirling Meife around to view all sides. “You look like a boy upstairs, but unless I’m uncle to a Hydrean tree octopus you’ve got a twat down where it counts.”

Pushing aside his own revulsion, Meife laughed at Bill’s provincialism. “I’m mounded. My penis and testes are tucked back up inside.”

“They do that in these parts, huh? Good thing we’re staying only a few days. I’d be sorely pissed to lose this eight inches of man meat I’m dragging around—to the great joy of the little woman, I’ll tell you.”

Meife shuddered at Bill’s braggadocio, but he stuck to the program. “First, I’m going to have you otherworld males step into our hot tub. Remove your clothing and put on these bathing caps.”

A hot soak sounded pleasant enough after our long journey, so we doffed our clothes. We protested that we didn’t need bathing caps, but Meife fitted them on our heads and fixed tight goggles around our eyes. The hot tub was luxurious in the extreme. We walked down the steps and sat down in sparkling hot water up to our necks. The water tingled pleasantly and bubbled as it scrubbed our hides. Meanwhile, Meife took our discarded garments and tossed them into a chute.

“Are you sending them to be cleaned?” I asked.

“Incinerated,” Meife replied. He tossed soft washrags into the tub. “Scrub your faces well, but don’t remove your goggles. The water contains chemicals that would remove your eyelashes and eyebrows.”

We’d already scrubbed our beard areas by the time Meife said that last bit. Glancing at Bill and Alec, I knew immediately that we’d been depilated. Our bodies were hairless.

“You may climb out now,” Meife said.

As we stepped from the water, we looked at each other with embarrassment. For some reason, we looked lewdly naked without our normal body hair. Our hairless crotches were particularly obscene. Interestingly enough, we didn’t have to dry. The strange water steamed away from our bodies as soon as the air reached it.

“You may dress now,” Meife said, handing us sandals and the strange otherworldly briefs that I have already described. “These are your legals, short for legally mandated briefs.”

“What do we wear over these?”

“Nothing. Unless a male has been mounded, he’s required to display his penis and testes at all times. Sandals and legals are all that you’re permitted to wear—unless you get mounded, in which case you wear a thong that shows off your cameltoe.” Seeing our shocked expressions, he added, “Not to worry. You won’t freeze. Our planet is tropical and the weather is always balmy.”

“What the hell,” Bill said, slipping into his legals. “We’re only going to be here for a few days, and our hair will grow back eventually.”

Meife shook his head. “You’ve been misinformed. Did your mistresses not explain that on Benez males have no legal standing?”

“So?”

“You cannot leave the planet without your mistress arranging passage. Males aren’t permitted to conduct financial transactions, so you can’t book passage anywhere.”

“My wife is a reporter,” I protested. “She’s staying only for a week.”

A half smile played across Meife’s face. “She may say that now. You’ll see that she loves our paradisiacal society so much that the week will extend into a month, a month into a year, and the year into a lifetime. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“Liseth would never do that to me,” Alec asserted.

Meife’s smirk broadened. His demeanor implied that Alec was wrong, but he didn’t argue the point. “Over time you’ll think differently than you do now. You, too, will discover that Benez is paradise. Also, I must inform you that the depilatory treatment is permanent. Your body hair will never grow back.”

When we stopped protesting, shouting, wailing, and grumbling, Meife went on blithely. “Now I must acquaint you with the laws and rules of this world.”

“What rules?”

“Rule one: no male shall refer to himself as a man. Man is a taboo word.” Bill shook like a wet dog.

“Rule two: males will address females as Mistress.”

“We come from a place where men and women are equals,” I said quietly.

“Rule three: males who have not been mounded must wear legals at all times. There’s no exception for phalliminated or testerminated organs. Mounded males must wear a thong that accentuates the cameltoe.” Meife pointed to his own obvious slit.

“Rule four: even though males are the property of one mistress, males must obey the order of any mistress.” Alec and I exchanged a look, while Bill snorted.

“Rule five: men work at jobs assigned by the mistresses.” Observing our surprised expressions, he explained further: “My mistress arranged this employment for me, and she receives payment for my labors.” Bill started to say something, but he thought better of it.

“Rule six: No male may initiate sexual activity. Male masturbation is forbidden. Any male caught masturbating will be subject to severe corrective measures.” Bill snickered, but Alec turned pale.

Meife studied our faces carefully. “Do you understand these rules our mistresses have laid out?”

“What were those long words you used?” Bill asked.

“Phalliminated and testerminated?” Meife shrugged off the question as though it were of little importance. “Oh, they’re a couple of popular medications. You’ll be finding out about them soon, I’m sure.”

“How can you stand this society—being a second class citizen?”

Meife shook his head. “Not second class. We males are not citizens at all. But there’s a freedom in that. Never having to make a decision. Having no responsibility for yourself. I take what my mistress gives me, and I’m happy. Benez is paradise.”

I shuddered. Meife’s kind of freedom was no freedom at all for a real man.

3

Meife led Bill, Alec, and me through the spaceport. We felt hideously naked, but he assured us that no one would give us a second glance. That was completely untrue, because most people positively gaped. I soon saw why. Three males were mounded, and although the rest were wearing legals, none had cocks like ours. I’d never been particularly big, but I was above average in this crowd, and Bill was stupendous.

The males of Benez had tiny cocks and ball sacks, some ridiculously small. I’d never imagined that any man could possess a penis no bigger than a thimble. These almost dickless wonders were following behind their women (excuse me, mistresses) and jumping at their every word.

I was apprehensive about my wife seeing me. My hairless crotch and bizarre garment were exhibitionistic and prissy, and I was afraid that Alice would think I looked like a pervert heading for the playground. In my own eyes, I looked like a sissified poltroon. To my relief, Alice cast a look of sympathy my way; however, when I tried to take her hand, she curtly ordered me to walk three paces behind her.

We boarded a hover bus, we males huddling on the back bench while our women sat in the wide seats of the first class section. The spaceport was situated in the middle of a city. Gossamer obelisks fingered the sky, amid the pinkish domes, arches, and towers. Everywhere lush tropical foliage blossomed in every hue and fruited in ripe abandon. The air was flowery with lush blossoms and scented with sea salt.

Paying no heed to the scenery, Bill voiced his views on this society. “That last rule was damned hilarious—about not jerking off. Not that I need to stroke the cucumber. As you fellows can see, I’ve got an eight incher. The little woman will be hard pressed to guard her property. These mistresses hereabouts must be pretty horny. None of these guys could fit it into a twat.”

A male sitting with us rebuked Bill’s folly. He pointed toward his miniature cock. “Considering your attitude, otherworlder, it won’t be long before yours is the size of mine. You won’t get hard or come a drop. Meanwhile, you better not think about masturbation. If you break the law, the authorities will find out.”

That quieted Bill, and gave Alec and me something to think about. After a few minutes, the hover bus lifted and whisked us away to a sumptuous apartment community.

“I feel like a deviant show-off,” I griped once we were safely inside our apartment. “I can’t wait to get back into respectable clothing.” I started looking around for my luggage.

“Don’t bother looking, Dave. Everything of yours went into the spaceport incinerator,” Alice said, nonchalantly unpacking her own stuff.

“Everything? Pants? Shirts? Underwear? My swim suits?” Turning toward the mirror, I studied the way my transparent briefs lifted and shaped my buttocks and crushed my cock and balls. “I don’t know how I’m going to make it through a whole week. This has been the most humiliating experience of my life.”

Alice muttered some vague answer and resumed hanging up her clothes.

“Did they tell you that this hairless condition is permanent? I’ll never again grow a single hair below my eyelashes.”

“I never did like your nose hairs, Dave.”

I laughed hollowly. “I guess there’s a bright side. I won’t have to shave again. And even better, you won’t get those little hairs between your teeth while you’re blowing me.”

Alice said nothing to that. Back on Earth, she’d have come back with a sexy witticism. Instead, she left the room. I sat on the bed wondering what to do. I gradually became aware of a strange sound. There was a low humming, and I heard Alice emit a couple of cries and a long agonized moan. I rushed to her aid.

Alice was writhing and moaning in a mechanical lounge with programmable cross pieces that covered much of her body. Grabbing her protruding feet, I tried to pull her out of it, but she screamed at me. “Get away. Leave me alone.”

Sometimes I’m slow on the uptake. Only then did I realize that she was in the grip of sexual ecstasy. She finally climbed out of the pleasure inducing machine and dressed in her swimsuit.

“You’re going to the pool now?” I asked. “Remember that we promised each other that we’d make love as soon as we got situated here?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Dave. The Oducer just gave me fifty orgasms in a row, and I wasn’t forced to wrench my back to get them. After squirming on your little dick for the past three years, the Oducer is a godsend.”

My face flushed hot. That was such a crushing blow that I could hardly speak. Alice had never before complained about my cock, and she’d always been solicitous of my needs—and I hers. “How am I supposed to get an orgasm, Alice?”

“There’s the Aducter.” She pointed toward a companion machine. It was an upright chair with shoulder bars that forced the sitter down onto a thick round object projecting upward from the seat.

“How’s that supposed to massage my cock?”

“You sit on it, Dave. The joy rod drives into your boy hole and gives you anal orgasms.”

“Boy hole? Where are you getting these expressions?”

“Taking it up the boy hole is the only legal way a male can come.”

“How do they reproduce on this hellish planet?”

“They have their ways. Nothing for you to worry about. You won’t be reproducing here.”

“You’re right about that, Alice.” I shuddered at the thought.

“You’re supposed to call me mistress, Dave. Now are you ready to sit in the Aducter? I’m told that once you start getting anal orgasms, you won’t want any other kind.”

“I’m not sitting in that. My ass is virginal, and it’s staying that way.”

She sniffed as if I was the one being unreasonable. “Suit yourself.” She headed for the pool, but she turned and fixed me with a withering look. “Just remember, Dave, that male masturbation is illegal on this planet. Any man caught jerking off is subject to genital modifications.”

Turning my mind from my sexual needs, I wondered briefly what I should wear to the pool. Then I realized that I was already wearing it. I was supposed to exhibit my wares through my legals, no matter where we went.

The week passed. Swept up in an endless round of speeches, meetings, and social calls, Alice grew distant from me. She flatly refused to make love, but she did use the Oducer daily. When I protested, she pointed toward the Aducter. “That’s what you’re supposed to use.”

“I don’t take it up the ass.”

Alice’s empathy for my plight was visibly diminishing. “Why are you making things difficult for me, Dave? Take it in your boy hole. You’ll love it, and you’ll stop pestering me.”

The night before we were scheduled to board the liner for Earth, she demanded that I sit in the Aducter. She even grabbed me and tried to wrestle me into it. Breaking away when she stooped to pull down my legals, I locked myself in the bathroom, and she didn’t press the issue—then.

The seventh day came and went. I stewed around the apartment, but Alice was gone all day. The eighth day was the same. Finally, I could stand the suspense no longer. “When are we going home, Alice? We were supposed to leave two days ago. I have book contracts.”

“Males don’t make demands of their mistresses, Dave.” That’s all I got out of her. And thus the week stretched into a month as Meife had predicted. And so Alec, woefully phalliminated Bill, and I were sunning beside the pool the day Alec confided his wife’s plans to have him mounded.

“She says that I’ll be more compliant afterward. I’ll remember to call her Mistress Liseth. And she promised that the process is temporary. If I’ll be a good boy for three years, she’ll have me restored.”

“Alice has been distant, but she hasn’t been doping me with penis reduction pills or suggesting I be mounded.”

Alec rolled his eyes, and Bill snorted derisively.

“Did you see that commercial for Glutenhance, Dave?”

“Huh?”

Bill pointed toward my prominent bubble butt and lisped the words of the commercial. “Mistresses, enhance your boy’s rump with Glutenhance. Watch him grow a full moon shape. Make him a slave to anal pleasures. When you sit him in the Aducter or penetrate him with your strap-on, he will give his utmost best to serving your demands.”

“Have you been enjoying that Aducter, Dave? How about your mistress’s strap on?”

I refused to dignify their taunts with an answer.

“The Aducter is addictive, Dave. Did you know that. Those anal orgasms are addictive. Physically addictive. More addictive than opiates.”

“That’s what these mistresses do to the males on this planet,” Alec added. “Shrink their dicks and addict them until they just have to have those anal orgasms. That how the women control the males. And Glutenhance not only increases the size of your buttocks, but it makes anal orgasms more powerful. It’s part of the process of turning the male into a dependent creature.”

Leaving them, I stormed into our apartment. “Alice!” I shouted. “Alice, did you dope me with Glutenhance?”

She emerged from her bedroom, my beloved wife from Earth, dressed in a black outfit with a dildo harness. Her strap-on jutted outrageously.

“Dave,” Alice said, her voice acid. “I’ve been patient with you. The cultural changes have been difficult, I know. But I’m going to be stricter from now on. You’ll call me Mistress Alice, and you’ll bend for the strap-on. After I give you your first anal orgasms, you’ll pleasure your boy hole on the Aducter every day.”

“Who are you?” I yelled. “You aren’t the wife I knew. My partner. My equal partner in life. For god’s sake, Alice, I’m your husband, a man. I’m the man you married.”

“Bend over and take it, Dave. I’m going to make you like it.”

She came at me with that horrific anal dildo, and I ran. I bolted from our apartment and raced down the sidewalk. I ran two blocks, and then I stopped. My legals wouldn’t be conspicuous, but my normal-sized penis might attract attention. And men, er, males, did not run—ever. I slowed to a walk and turned the corner. I was drawing looks of suspicion. A male unsupervised and not working at a specific job, not following behind his mistress—I was an object of public alarm. When I slipped down a drop chute, shoppers openly stared. I saw phalliminated males and a few mounded males whispering in their mistress’s ears. I tried another path down an alley, but the police were waiting. Six women, all brawn. They tackled me, and one zapped me with her blaster. I didn’t feel a shock, but I was helplessly paralyzed. The officers lifted me into a hover car.

Yes, take me to jail, I thought. However, they transported me to a hospital instead. Still unable to lift a finger, I was wheeled inside and placed upon an examination table. There I was left, unable to move, until Alice arrived.

“Doctor Kelij, I’ve been incredibly patient with him. He simply refuses to adjust.”

“You’ve had such a difficult time adjusting yourself, Alice. Dave’s behavior is simply the icing on the cake. You should’ve given him the Phalliminate I prescribed. Penis reduction makes them tractable.”

“Oh, Doctor, I’ve always hated his penis. If he had a tiny cocklet, it would have just been an unpleasant reminder.”

“You poor thing.” Sounds of feminine empathy and girl/girl sympathy echoed through the room. “You did, of course, treat him with Glutenhance?”

“Twice a day, Doctor Kelij, and Dave has developed a nice rear. It’s adorable, but he refuses to use it for its intended purpose. He’s terrified of the Aducter, and he escaped into the streets unsupervised when I tried to use the strap-on.”

“You realize that he must be mounded? It’s the law.”

“Of course. Mounding is the best thing that could happen to Dave now—and it’d come as a blessing for me.”

“Ten percent of the males on Benez are mounded, so he’ll fit in nicely. Nevertheless, there’s another choice, Alice.”

“What’s that? A different kind of castration?”

“Mounding doesn’t involve castration. We make few incisions, so we can tuck testicles and penis back into the body. We then shape the male’s empty scrotal sac into a feminine looking set of vulva lips.”

“All the mounded boys wear thongs, and I’ve never seen a boy mound up close. Do the vulva lips look natural?”

“Quite.”

“How about loss of hormones?” Alice inquired.

“A male with a reversible mounding still produces hormones.” A pregnant pause followed the doctor’s statement. I strained my ears to hear what Alice would ask next.

“You’re implying that there’s an irreversible procedure? I’ve not heard about that.”

“Yes. Only one percent of mounded males have undergone the permanent procedure. It’s more complicated, and we’d need to keep Dave for a week. The male subjected to irreversible mounding no longer produces male hormones. But for a runaway, I’d recommend it.”

I struggled harder to move, but my body was still paralyzed. I was stuck on the examination table, a means to be used by the will of others. I’d loved Alice, promised to cherish her, promised to care for her in sickness and in health. But had I promised to submit to mounding? Permanent mounding? No fucking way.

“What does the permanent procedure involve?” Alice asked, interested.

“We connect intravenous bags of Phalliminate in each arm while giving him hourly mega-dose injections directly into the penis. On the second day, we run Testerminate directly into the scrotal sack. Within forty-eight hours, the testicles completely disappear and the penis is shrunk by ninety-nine percent.”

“What does Testerminate do?” Alice asked.

“Testerminate injected directly into the scrotum eradicates semen production, while the testicles and scrotum shrink to nothing, flattening into smooth skin.”

“I never liked the look of his balls,” Alice said, emasculating me with her voice.

“We keep the male on light dosages of Phalliminate for a third day, and perform the mounding procedure on the fourth. By then the male’s testicles are non-existent, and his penis has shrunk to a dot. That kind of mounding requires a small skin graft to form the labial lips; hence the longer recovery.”

I held my breath. Alice was quiet, so the doctor resumed her pitch. “You’ll have Dave back within seven days, and he’ll be docile and compliant. Not to mention, he’ll love those anal orgasms the Aducter gives him, and he’ll worship your strap-on.”

“I’m willing to do anything to help Dave adjust to our new life. Besides he’ll be cuter without his ugly cock and balls. If I told you the things I used to have to do to please him, you’d stop up your ears.”

A native of Benez, the doctor suppressed a retch before she continued. “You’re making the right decision. He won’t cause you any more trouble afterward.”

“Dave’s had a difficult time, and he’s made the adjustment doubly difficult for me. Can you imagine him refusing—flat refusing—to sit in the Aducter. Then running from me! He’s been a bad boy. Mound him—permanently.”

Then I saw them, my beloved wife and Doctor Kelij. Both looked down at me, but I couldn’t speak in defense of my genitals

“I’m doing this for your own good, Dave,” Alice assured me. “Because I love you.” Back on Earth, she’d used the same words to our tomcat before taking him down to the vet’s for neutering.

Looking up at her with pleading eyes, I lay upon the examining table, unable to protest, a being lacking any status, and subject to any medical procedure Alice chose for me.

4

Alice left, and two interns with minuscule cocklets wheeled me to a hospital room. As they lifted me into a hospital bed, I tried not to stare at the pathetic reductions their legals revealed. “You’re not going to be able to get up, but the bed has internal plumbing to manage your bodily functions.” The glanced at each other and giggled. “Your rapidly changing bodily functions.” They giggled some more at my paralyzed face, but both assured me that Phalliminate wouldn’t hurt. “I mean, look at our cocklets. Decorative and useless.” They moved several cross bars that locked me into position.

As the paralysis wore off, my muscles relaxed and a weariness swept through me. I must have dozed because I awoke to find a mounded boy looking down at me. The paralysis had disappeared, but I was trapped in the bed.

“I’m Piede. I’m here to hook up your intravenous lines.” Piede looked at me with more sympathy than the interns had shown. “My mounding isn’t permanent, so I can’t say that I’ve experienced what you’re about to go through. I’m told that it’s not painful, but you’ll feel sensations different from anything you’ve ever felt. Anyway, I’ll be here with you, and I’m permitted to call Doctor Kelij if your reactions seem too extreme.” He added confidentially. “You’ll be the first permanent mounding we’ve ever done here. It’s really exciting.”

Excited was not the precise emotion I was feeling. “Help me, Piede. Just let me out of here, and I’ll run for it.”

“There’s nowhere to go, Dave. Now just relax while I place these needles in your arms. I’ll give you a warning before I start the flow.”

I felt the sharp pricks as Piede connected the peripheral IV lines. I couldn’t pull my eyes away from his mounded slit, revealed so vividly by his colorful thong. In another minute, he announced that he was ready.

“Phalliminate is a powerful drug. Males who take the pills feel the effects gradually, but you’re going to be given a mega-dose rapidly. The sensation will be intense. Just ride it out. Don’t fight against what you feel. Go with it and explore the feelings rushing through you. It will be easier that way.”

I wanted to protest, to beg, to shriek out, but I knew that none of those would save me. Piede was giving me good advice. “I’ll try.”

“Good. When these bags are empty, Doctor Kelij will inject Phalliminate directly into your penis. You’ll receive those injections hourly. At the same time we will be hooking up more bags of Phalliminate to your IV. Tomorrow you’ll receive a single bag of Testerminate directly into your testicles.”

I’d already heard Doctor Kelij describe the process to Alice, and it didn’t sound any better the second time. “That all sounds agonizing.” I quivered at the thought.

“I’m sure that it sounds worse than it is. Now relax. I’m going to start your first dose of Phalliminate.” He patted my dick gently. “This is it, Dave. You can kiss your penis goodbye.”

Piede intended that last quip as a form of gallows humor, because he winked as he turned on the Phalliminate IV’s. I held my breath, but only the warmth in my arms from the IV flow proved that anything was happening. Several minutes passed as I lay waiting to feel something. Piede began to tell me how much he loved being mounded.

“I don’t ever want mine reversed,” he confided. “I envy you. Permanent mounding. What a dream life. Benez is paradise.”

I didn’t agree, but I said nothing.                                

“With all the Glutenhance you’ve been taking, and then being mounded, you’re going to have a great shape. And the Aducter will feel even better than before.”

I was about to tell him that I’d never used the Aducter, but a moan escaped my lips instead. Imagine someone hitting your penis with a sledgehammer. The indescribable slamming blow to my cock was sledgehammer strength, but it brought a prickly numbness instead of shattering pain. Truth to tell, it would have been a pleasurable rush if I hadn’t known that the drug was ruining my dick.

The sensation didn’t stop, but grew in intensity. I could tell that Piede was checking my heart rate and blood pressure, but I couldn’t follow his movements. I tried to ride the sensation as he’d suggested. I followed it along every twist of feeling. I lost track of time as I rode up and down the wild roller coaster of sensations.

“He’s received two bags of Phalliminate, Mistress Doctor Kelij,” Piede was saying.

“So I see. At this rate, he’ll have a cocklet by morning. Hold this thing while I inject it.”

I didn’t feel the sting of the needle, but I felt another sledgehammer blow to my cock. The initial slam was followed by an intense prickling gratification. Not orgasmic, but distinctly a sensation that sent waves of bliss through my body. Chemical changes were happening in my brain too: suddenly, the procedure didn’t seem so bad. Not that I was resigned to the change, but my horror was diminishing. I drifted along the paths of pleasure, and it hardly seemed five minutes had passed before Doctor Kelij was back with my next injection.

The injections and changes in the IV bags went on through the night shift. A different doctor and mounded boy treated me through the night, but Doctor Kelij and Piede were back in time to treat my balls with Testerminate.

“Has my cock shrunk?”

“Significantly, Dave,” Doctor Kelij said. “You’re progressing faster than I expected. How’s your attitude this morning?”

“I don’t know, Mistress Doctor Kelij.” I called her mistress so automatically that I surprised myself. “My emotions are all twisted up. I have to go with it and see what happens.”

Piede beamed at me encouragingly, and Doctor Kelij turned away with a knowing smirk. Piede rolled a third IV stand to the end of my bed. I could see the dark bag labeled Testerminate. “You cannot assist me with this procedure, Piede. If a single drop of Testerminate touched your body, your testes couldn’t be restored.” As she warned Piede to stand back, she prepared to inject the entire bag full of this dangerous chemical into my balls.

I didn’t even feel the prick of the needle. New bags of Phalliminate were running into my arms, and I saw that they’d added bags of Glutenhance to the line. “Your mistress wants your rump rounded to the limit,” Piede whispered.

I didn’t reply because I was suffering an extreme coldness in my balls.

“My balls are freezing, Mistress Doctor Kelij.”

“Not really, Dave. That’s only your body’s reaction to the drug as it destroys your gonads.”

Gradually my testicles warmed until they were almost unbearably hot.

“Nothing to worry about, Dave. They’re shrinking fast. The discomfort will disappear in a few minutes, and by this evening there will be no sign that you ever had testicles or a scrotal sack.”

After the doctor left, Piede promised me that in the afternoon, he’d let me have a look at my cocklet. “By then you’ll have adjusted to the point that you’ll get a kick out of seeing how little it’s become.”

I didn’t entirely believe him then, but late in the afternoon, Piede brought a mirror and I saw my reduced organs for the first time. “I love it,” I shrieked. “It’s so little that it could never do anything.”

“It’s going to get a lot smaller,” Piede promised. “And notice how your testes are completely gone? See, the skin is smoothing out already.”

“I’m going to get mounded tomorrow?” I asked excitedly. I could hardly wait to see my boy mound—and show it to Mistress Alice. Back on Earth, we’d never have dreamed that both of us were looking forward to me becoming a mounded submissive.

“Tomorrow you’ll be on a tapering down dosage of Phalliminate. You’ve had all the Testerminate you need. Your testes disappeared faster than expected.” Piede grinned as he told me that I was no longer producing sperm, semen, or testosterone. “We’ll keep filling you with Glutenhance, of course, because your mistress has elected to give you a super girly butt. The mounding procedure is scheduled for the day after tomorrow.”

The next day I received no more injections. I was kept on a low dose of Phalliminate throughout the day, though they added extra bags of Glutenhance. Piede let me see my cocklet a couple of times. I couldn’t help but laugh at it. It was hardly even a cocklet by then. I couldn’t see that I ever possessed balls, and my penis was reduced to the size of a green pea.

“I can’t imagine why I was so resistant,” I confided to Piede. “I’ve never felt so good about anything in my life. I can hardly wait to see how I look mounded.”

“You’ll love it,” Piede assured me. “I’m so proud of my boy mound. And yours is totally permanent and irreversible. That will make you special, you know. The mistresses will favor you.”

Piede changed my IV bags and opened the supply cabinet. “This is your lucky day, Dave. The laboratory just gave us a new extra strength formula Glutenhance. It’s guaranteed to enhance the intensity of your anal orgasms.”

The next morning I was chatting with Piede about the advantages of mounded living, when Alice entered. I beamed at the sight of her. “Mistress Alice. They’re taking me in for the mounding procedure in about an hour.”

Piede had stood when Alice entered. She sat down in his chair and took my hand. She must have been having an attack of guilt, so I reassured her.

“Thank you, Mistress. I was miserable. I couldn’t let go of my male ego. Thanks be to the deities for Phalliminate. I’m feeling better about myself than I have in a long time. Once I’m mounded, I can serve you, and you can use the strap-on all you want, and I’ll sit in the Aducter.”

Alice seemed flabbergasted by my change in attitude. “Are you still the same Dave?”

“I’m me. I’m the same, except I don’t have balls or a desire to dominate, and I couldn’t penetrate you if my life depended upon it. Have you seen my cock? It’s a little pimple now, and in a couple of hours it’ll be inside my mound where you’ll never have to see it again.”

“Oh, Dave, you’ve made me so happy,” Alice said. “I bought you some new clothes. I hope you like them.”

She pulled out a green tropical floral top like Meife had worn, a beautiful thong for mounded boys, and high green boots. “They’re beautiful.” I fingered the thong and top. “I can’t wait to wear them.”

“I’ll put them in your closet, Dave,” Piede said. “You’ll be able to wear them after your recovery.”

Alice stayed with me until I went in for the surgery. I went through the procedure in a twilight sleep, and I dozed off and on for most of the day. Piede whispered that the procedure had been a complete success. I was sore between the legs, but Doctor Kelij was keeping me on a healing solution that sped recovery. By the end of the week no one could tell that any grafting had been done, and I was allowed to view my mound for the first time. Piede helped me out of bed. Both Alice and Doctor Kelij were there to witness my reaction.

The floor and wall mirrors told the story. I looked like I had a pussy. A little girl’s pussy, not an adult pussy, for it was hairless. A thrill shot through me. I turned to view my backside, which was incredibly girlish. From the waist up, I still had my well-built shoulders, gym sculpted chest, abdominal six pack, and my biceps. From the waist down, I was female in appearance. Yet strangely enough, the whole package fit together. I looked terrific.

“I love the way I look. Mistress Doctor Kelij, you did a wonderful job on me. Thank you so much. And you, Mistress Alice. Thank you. I’m your obedient male always. And thank you too, Piede, for helping me through the difficult periods.”

Piede helped me dress in my new clothes, while the doctor and Alice stepped out to discuss my continued progress and checkups. “Make sure that he gets plenty of exercise,” Doctor Kelij was saying. “Cardiovascular exercise at the boy gym is a necessity, and he’ll need to continue weight training. The Glutenhance treatment is another permanent change, and you wouldn’t want to see those perky buttocks sag. Make sure that he maintains the chest and arm muscles. Over time they’ll look less manly, but you must make sure that they stay firm.”

My new clothes fit perfectly. The tight thong showed off the slit of my mound, and pulled between my prominent buttocks. The top and the boots looked terrific too. I kept admiring my form.

Piede pointed toward my mound. “It’s important that you always show the cameltoe,” he instructed. “That’s a legal requirement for mounded boys.”

“Don’t worry about that,” I laughed. “I’m proud of my boy mound. I want everybody to see it.”

5

Leaving the hospital behind my mistress, I strutted my mound and girly butt. I was proud of the way I looked. I was hardly thinking like my old self, but my old self was so awfully wrongheaded. I’d thought Phalliminate disgusting and mounding horrifying. Now I’d had a virtual pharmacy of genital modification drugs pumped through me, and I’d undergone a nip and tuck. Glancing down at my so-obvious cameltoe, I swung my prominent rump into the hover car.

The driver was a male phalliminated down to three inches. Over his head a sign read “How’s my driving? If I’m careless, call my mistress, and she will punish me severely.”

Arriving home, Alice embraced and kissed me for the first time in a month. “I do love you, Dave,” she assured me. “How’re you feeling?”

“Incredibly horny, Mistress.”

She smiled. “The Aducter is ready for you. Go ahead and undress.”

I pulled off my boots, top, and thong. Fascinated, Alice examined my mounded slit. “Have you slid your finger into it?”

“Yes. It’s not orgasmic. It is somewhat erogenous like my nipples and lips.”

“Do you pee out of it?”

“No, I’m running fluid wastes out my ass, which keeps the chute amazingly clean. And that’s where the orgasmic tissue is.”

Alice had studied the instructions, so she helped me into the Aducter. While she programmed my first experience, I touched my boy hole to the vibrating plug. The shoulder guards pressed me downward. My hole was instantly wet and slippery. I opened for the plug as the machine drove me down on it. Orgasmic tingles rushed through my body.

“I set it to give you a series of twenty anal orgasms,” Alice said. “I thought that would be a good number to start with.”

I couldn’t answer. My body was in constant spasm. The first orgasm was the most powerful of my life. No orgasm of the penis could match that anal rapture. The bliss of penetration was almost more than I could bear. My sphincter was contracting and expanding on the vibrating plug, and every contraction sent new sensations of bliss through me. I was moaning and crying for mercy while begging for more.

“Oh, my mounded boy loves his anal orgasms,” Alice gushed. “And I’m going to let him have them whenever he wants.”

Screeching with orgasmic joy, I couldn’t reply. The orgasms were hitting me one after the next, each more pleasurable than the one before. Cascading falls into mindless orgasm, whole body spasms, and a pleasant discharge out of my ass were all I knew.

The Aducter was self cleaning, which was good because mounded boys with glutenhanced posteriors produce a slick lubricating fluid during penetration. That fluid discharge is more pleasant than the ejaculation of semen ever was. I showered after my Aducter ride, and Alice was waiting when I came out.

“Dave, come look at the rest of your new clothes.” She showed me drawers filled with tops in different styles, and two more drawers filled with thongs. Several pairs of boots and slippers stood in the closet.

“These thongs are versatile. You can wear them anywhere: the swimming pool, around the house, for sleep wear, and on shopping trips. I also bought you some formal and semi-formal ones because you’ll be accompanying me on speaking tours and to house parties.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She selected a brilliantly pink thong for me. “Wear this to the pool today. Show off your mound to your friends.” She turned to the visiphone pickup. “I need to make some business calls, and I mustn’t let important women see my boy lounging around while I work.” With patronizing affection, she swatted my butt and told me to run along.

Bill and Alec were sunning by the pool. Bill’s cock looked smaller than ever. Alec, too, was still wearing legals. His cock appeared to have shrunk. Both gaped at my cameltoe, which made me grin proudly.

“Alec, I thought that I’d find you mounded by now.” I rubbed my finger along my cameltoe to emphasize my point.

“I got a stay of execution. As long as I let her do me with the strap-on, and I take a weekly dose of regular strength Phalliminate, she’ll put off having me mounded.”

I shook my head at this folly. “You’re missing out, Alec. You too Bill. Ask your mistresses to have you mounded.”

“You like losing everything that made you a man?” Bill sneered. “You look like you’ve got a pussy now.”

“And your eight inches of man meat has shrunk to an itty-bitty cocklet. Your mistress is overjoyed that she never has to see your eight incher ever again. You’re never going to penetrate her. She isn’t going to give you a blow job. There’s not enough left to blow. You can’t get it up. You couldn’t even jerk off, even if it was lawful.”

Bill fell back on his lounge. It wasn’t what he wanted to hear, but I’d told him the truth. Alec was going to have to take his medicine too.

“Your turn is coming, Alec. A regular dose of Phalliminate once a week doesn’t seem like much, but it’s going to catch up to you. Did you read the side of the box?” Picking up the regular strength Phalliminate sitting beside Bill, I read aloud: “Side effects may include loss of sensation in penis, erectile dysfunction, impotence, and incapacity to orgasm through penile stimulation.”

With a shaking hand, Alec took the box and read the warnings for himself. “Maybe you’re right. Mounding is reversible, after all.”

“We’re here on Benez for the rest of our lives. Our mistresses have got a taste for gynecocracy, and they’re not going to leave or let us leave. So permanent mounding is best. It’s more comfortable, and you’ve gained a higher social status. Only one percent of the males here are permanently mounded. Eventually we’re going to be required to work, and the permanently mounded are going to get the best jobs.”

Bill chipped in again. “I want to work and start earning a paycheck.”

“Hah! You’ll work, but the paycheck will go to Doris. She owns your butt.”

I swam far more than my customary laps. My mound created less drag than my cock and balls had, and I fairly flew through the water. After I dried in the sun, I went back inside.

Alice had just finished her work, and she was refreshing herself in the Oducer. Thirty orgasms later, she wobbled out and dropped onto the couch. “I’ve arranged for you to start exercising at the boy gym, Dave. You’ll have a personal trainer who understands the needs of the permanently mounded. Your body no longer produces male hormones, so your physical exercises and diet will need modification.”

I appreciated her considering my needs. “Can I ask you a question, Mistress?”

“You may.”

“Back on Earth, if you’d had the power, would you have subjected me to sex reassignment surgery?”

Alice laughed so hard that she nearly rolled off the couch. “Of course not. I never wanted you to be a woman, Dave. I just never liked you dominating me with your organs. Men on Earth are cocky. Ballsy.”

I smiled at her. “I’m glad they’re gone too. I love the way I look. But there’re a few things I want to know. Just for my peace of mind.”

“You’re wondering whether I tricked you into coming here.”

“Mistress Alice, did you really intend to return to Earth within a week?”

A pained expression crossed her face. “That’s impertinent, Dave, but I’ll allow it—for old time’s sake. I never dreamed that we’d be moving here. I thought that you’d suffer a little humiliation, and then we’d go back to our normal lives. Not that I really liked our normal lives. At the spaceport, when I found out that they were permanently depilating your body hair, I was shocked. But our guide explained the facts of life on Benez, and emphasized the importance of making our males sit in the Aducter.”

“But after a few days you found out that Benez was a paradise for women. And if we stayed here, I would never penetrate you again, or ask for another blow job.”

“They promised that you’d love the Aducter, Dave. I never understood why you objected to it so much. After all, you’d been penetrating me for the past three years. What was the big deal about you getting penetrated? There were financial considerations too. We’re wealthy here, much wealthier than we were on Earth. But I can’t discuss financial details with my boy.”

“So my days as a noted novelist are over for good?”

“You don’t need to worry your pretty little head, Dave. So now that we’ve had this chat, I’m going to introduce you to the strap-on. Take off your thong, get down on all fours, and stick out your ass. I’m going to stick it to you.”

“Yes, Mistress Alice.” I hastily dropped to the floor, and presented my rear. My glutenhanced ass flowed with natural lubricants. Alice crouched behind me, directing her strap-on against my boy hole.

She slapped my prominent buttocks as she announced, “It’s going in, Dave.”

I opened easily for her shaft. Storms of pleasure ran up my anus. As she fingered my boy mound and twisted my nipples while she rode me, I could only moan, “Thank you, Mistress.”

Raging orgasms filled me. They rippled up my enhanced anal chute, undulated up my spine, and surged into my brain. I was in raptures as a fast series of anal orgasms rushed through me. “Thank you, Mistress Alice. Thank you for bringing me to Benez. Thank you for having me mounded.”

By orgasm number twenty I’d passed beyond mindless bliss. “Oh, yes.” I could only say yes to the penetration and the pounding as Alice slammed the thick dildo into me.

“Take it, Dave. Oh, yeah. Take it. Take it in the ass.”

Oh, how I took it. I lost count of the orgasms, and I passed over the threshold of mindless satisfaction. As the elation of total submission claimed me, I cried with joy, “Oh, Mistress Alice. Benez is paradise.”

From David Holly's Measuring Down