The M.A.M.A. Initiative -- Brandon's Initiation
Brandon awoke to find himself in an unfamiliar room. He tried to sit up, but he couldn't move his arms or legs. He began examining his situation and noticed he was completely restrained to the bed, unable to move at all. And more importantly, he was completely naked.
"Hello, is anyone here?" he yelled out
The last thing he remembered was leaving his brother Michael's apartment and a woman stopped him on the sidewalk. She was acting very strange. He doesn't remember what she said, but one thing he clearly remembers is that she was very attractive. Everything after meeting her is blank. Giving up on trying to remember what happened last night Brandon starts speaking loudly hoping someone will hear him.
"Hello, let me out please, hellooooo!!"
Turning his head, he was able to examine the room. The walls were concrete block with no windows. Like a prison cell but nicer with amenities. There was a digital clock and TV screen on the wall, some cabinets and drawers. There was even a toilet, sink and shower. The door was on the wall across from the bed. It was made of steel.
"I'd like to get out please," he yelled.
Brandon looked around more and saw an intercom speaker in the ceiling. With another glance he saw a camera in the corner of the room. Facing the camera, he began to speak
"Is anyone there?"
Suddenly the door swung open, and three women walked in. Brandon's eyes widened as he noticed they were very attractive wearing tight spandex body suits with their breasts out. One woman had a white suit, and the other two were wearing black.
"Good morning, Brandon," said the woman in white. "Don't worry, you are not in any harm."
"Can someone explain to me what's going on?" he asked.
"You are here because you need some correction," she replied sternly.
Brandon still confused as to what's going on replied with a barrage of questions, "Correction, what do you mean? Who are you? Where am I? Why am I naked? Where are my clothes?"
"All your questions will be answered in time," said the woman's, "but you must begin by doing what we ask. Otherwise, there will be unpleasant consequences for you Brandon. Ok, you may begin preparing him," she said to the other two ladies.
"Wait, who are you people?" he asked panicking. "What are you doing?"
"Very nice," said one of them.
"Indeed," said the other. "I love when they're fit and in shape."
Brandon was beginning to get an erection as they were checking him out. His face began to turn red with embarrassment. He tried pulling on his restraints, but it was no use.
"Oh look, his dick is already half hard," one of them said.
Then the woman in white spoke up.
"Enough talk ladies," she said. "Put the device on."
"Device? What device?" Brandon asked. "Please just let me go. I won't tell anybody about this."
Suddenly Brandon felt a hand firmly grab his hairy balls and pull them upwards.
"Ah ahh.... Please don't hurt me... Don't squeeze...," he begged.
"Stop talking," commanded the woman. "You will only listen and speak when asked a question."
As the woman spoke Brandon felt genitals being fondled around. It could have been somewhat enjoyable had he not been so nervous. His penis was now fully flaccid at this point. He felt something being attached around his penis and balls, like a metal ring. It was a little snug. He heard something click and it was over.
"Ok Head Mistress, he's all set," said one of the ladies. "But he clearly needs some maintenance down there.... And his ass too."
Brandon began to blush.
"Thank you, Jillian."
"Look, I don't know what's happening here, but this can't be legal...."
"Hush Brandon," commanded the Head Mistress. "I already instructed you not to speak, didn't I? Every time you disobey my orders, you're making it worse for yourself. So just be silent and listen. It's time to enlighten you on your current situation."
Brandon laid there silent.
"Now let me tell you a little bit about our organization. We are a top-secret elite feminist organization called The M.A.M.A. Initiative, which stands for Males Accepting Matriarchal Authority," she said.
Brandon gave a confused look.
"We train young males who are found to be chauvinistic and misogynistic towards their female counterparts," she added. "We are a global operation with agents in every major city around the World."
"Do you have any questions so far Brandon?" she asked.
"Um yeah.... What does MAMA want with me?"
"One of our regional agents found you to be a perfect fit for what we do here.... Based on your recent... actions," she answered.
"Wait... what did I do? I don't need to be trained or whatever."
Brandon thought real hard to recollect anything he had recently done to have upset or offended any woman. He couldn't think of anything.
"You've been on our radar for weeks now Brandon. Our agents only abduct males who really deserve to be here. Our vetting process is flawless," she paused for a second, "I'm going to be straight with you. This is not a pleasant place for males like you. We go through great lengths to ensure you're properly punished for your unacceptable behavior" she added.
"Punished?" Brandon interrupted. "What do you..."
Suddenly he felt a painful jolt on his balls.
"Ahhhh," Brandon screamed and squirmed. And he knew it came from the device they attached to his genitals earlier.
The other two ladies in the room behind the Head Mistress giggle at his reaction to the jolt.
"Anytime you interrupt me I will get a shock to your nuts, you got that," Head Mistress said in a stern voice. "You deserve to be here. Period. It's not permanent. We will run you through our "program" which you have no choice but to participate since we have you by the balls... literally!!"
Brandon wanted to start pleading but he was afraid of being shocked again. He noticed a watch like device on Head Mistresses wrist. That must be the remote for the ball shocker.
"At the end of each week you will be evaluated. You see it's up to you Brandon. The more cooperative you are the better your weekly evaluations will be. On average males like you are here at least three weeks, some need longer, but being released after a single week does happen also. So, cheer up handsome," she said.
Brandon had all sorts of thoughts going through his mind. Did she say he could be here for weeks? What kind of program is it? He had no idea what to expect.
"Ok Brandon, we will clean you up and finish your admission. We also have a small initiation ritual all new males have to endure," she said.
Brandon didn't like the use of the word "endure". The fear began to reflect on his face.
"Remember Brandon... we have you by the balls so don't try anything."
Then Brandon felt one of the women attach something to the device on his junk. It looked like a leash. Next, they remove his restraints and he was able to stand and get a better look at the ladies. Both were also slender like Head Mistress only wearing black spandex body suits. One had red hair and the other was a brunette. They too had the same watch as the Head Mistress. And of course, a nice set of boobs sticking out through holes in the suits.
"Follow us male," said the one who Head Mistress called Jillian. She was the brunette.
Then suddenly, he felt a sharp tug on his genitals. He looked down and saw that he was leashed by his man parts. He had no choice but to go where they go.
"Did she just call me male," he thought.
They proceeded out of the room and down the long hallway and into another room. Inside there was what looked like a bench with stirrups.
"Ok male, get your ass on the bench and put your feet in the stirrups," Jillian commanded. "Janice, go get the manscaping equipment from the drawer."
Brandon was in no place to protest. As he climbed onto the bench, he couldn't help but check out their boobs. They were the perfect size with perfect nipples. The kind that any man anywhere would like to fondle and suckle on.
Jillian also took notice of Brandon as she was buckling his legs and arms to the bench.
"You have a nice package, Brandon. I look forward to playing with it... heh heh," she said as she removed the shock device.
"Yeah a nice set of balls like that are always fun to play with," Janice said as she turned on the trimmer and started hacking away at Brandon's pubic hairs. "Ah much neater."
Then Jillian started to rub shaving cream all over his scrotum and taint causing Brandon's penis to begin enlarging again.
"Raise his legs some more," she said to Janice.
Janice pushed a button causing the stirrups to go higher which naturally exposed Brandon's ass crack.
Jillian rubbed shaving cream into his ass crack and began shaving. Brandon's never groomed down there before. It was a strange sensation for him. A few minutes passed as they groomed and cleaned his nether areas. Brandon's package now looked even plumper than before.
Janice pointed to show Jillian Brandon's now visible anus. "That's a tight little asshole you have."
Having never actually seen his own anus, Brandon had no comment.
"Now he's ready for his correction," she said. "But first let's get this device back on his balls.... And now we are good. Let's unstrap him."
They released his bonds and he climbed off the bench. It was an awkward feeling having no hair in around his crotch and ass crack. He stood there not knowing what to do next. Just looked at the ladies while discretely checking out their bare breasts. A barrage of male hormones rushing through his body just telling him to cop a feel.
Suddenly Janice pulls out what appear to be knee pads from the small locker in the corner.
