This manifested itself in the physical ownership of men, no different than owning a car or livestock. The sale of man-slaves was abhorrent to the rest of the world, but in the closed-off world of the new United States, it was completely acceptable behavior. Many women owned man-slaves, or went to establishments that did. Man-slaves were used for a multitude of reasons. Everything from manual labor to sex work was expected from man-slaves depending on their owner's intentions. Most man-slaves were controlled through the careful manipulation of their sexual gratification, something they were trained to respond to.
Mitch as he was named by his owner, was one such man-slave; grown in a lab, and controlled like a pet dog his entire life. His owner, a tall, buxom blonde with a shapely figure and massive natural breasts, was a nice woman, most of the time. As long as he did as he was told, she treated him fairly well. She enjoyed the power she had over him sexually. From birth, men were housed in special facilities to nurture them and teach them to be submissive and subservient to women. Men didn't go to market until their twenty-first birthday, at which time they were sold like cattle.
Mitch's owner, the famous actress Sarah Lawson, owned ten men, though Mitch was the only one she let live in the house with her. The other nine men all lived in a small bunk house on her property and did manual labor. Mitch, the twenty-three-year-old man-slave of Sarah Lawson, led a pretty charmed life. He was free from the physical, and emotional abuse that so many men endured as a part of daily life. The only thing that bothered Mitch, was when Sarah would show him off in public. Sarah got off on making Mitch succumb to his urges in public, often ordering him to ejaculate on command, something he was trained to do since he was eighteen, among other things. Men were required to wear special uniforms, skin-tight bodysuits. The bodysuits displayed a large number on the chest to show how many times the man had ejaculated that day. The suits would change from blue to red when the man was actively spending himself.
The thing is, men never made messes inside their suits due to the bodysuits other feature. Women owned men, owned their pleasure, their very bodies. With this in mind, men were summarily deprived access to their own penis, the masculine organ kept on their owner's person via a little device that women can carry in their purse. The bodysuits contained special portals that allowed women to literally carry penises inside their purses. Of course, if the portal wasn't open, then men just didn't have a penis to speak off. The portal basically opened up to a parallel dimension that was an empty void. The man-slave side of the connection was always open, imprisoning the penis like the most impregnable chastity device. When the women's side of the portal was opened, the penis was pulled back from this other dimension and displayed for the women. The device itself was a silver disk with a shiny exterior and a deep blue interior that was almost like an energy field. When the device was on, the penis would appear out of the center, fully able to feel sensation. On top of the innately sexual component of this, it also allowed women to strictly control when their men went to the bathroom. This is where our story begins, with a man needing to pee.
Mitch hated his life sometimes. He was sitting quietly next to Sarah, watching his owner talk with her friends at a small café that Sarah liked to visit when in New York City. He knew the drill, stay quiet, obey orders, and don't be a distraction. The problem was, his bladder was becoming a problem this afternoon. She'd denied him his usual morning wee, so his need to urinate was growing urgent. He was fidgeting in his chair, silently watching the other men that Sarah's friends owned. He saw two that looked like him, while a third was the black model. Two of the men had faces of ecstasy, their owners obviously doing something to them that felt amazing to the men. Mitch's theory was that the women had stuck their man's portals down their pants and currently had the men's poor cocks shoved deep inside their pussies. Mitch looked over at the women and saw one of them fidgeting in her seat, her hips moving back and forth on the chair fast. In a flash, she saw one of the men lurch forward, his body shaking. Mitch looked over at the raven-haired friend of his owner and saw the amused look on her face as her man lost his nut inside her. It's important to note that man-slaves do not have the ability to reproduce. Their biology is modified to ejaculate thick, creamy seminal fluid, just without all the sperm cells. Man-slaves shot massive loads, just without all the swimmers.
Mitch's bladder was swollen inside him, distended from the amount of urine presently stored inside it. He could feel the need to relieve his bladder, it would only be moments unless he did something. He looked over at his owner, her eyes amusedly watching the other slaves as their owners forced them to surrender their pent-up masculine desires. Sarah glanced at Mitch and saw the frantic look in his eyes, her eyes glancing down to his crotch, which was now as smooth as a woman's vulva, no bulge in sight.
"You okay?" she asked quietly, leaning over towards him. Mitch shook his head no, quickly, frantically, his pelvis fidgeting in his chair. Sarah looked at his frantic movements and saw the text book motions of the pee pee dance. Sarah smiled at Mitch and nodded in understanding.
"Need to go?" she cooed softly, getting an urgent whimper from Mitch. She smiled caringly at him and grabbed her purse, pulling out her portal disk. The three women, Fiona, Jackie, and Denise all snickered as they saw Mitch's predicament. Sarah stood up and clicked the portal disk into place on the crotch of her own bodysuit. When she rotated the disk, Mitch's penis appeared, giving her the appearance of having a cock of her own.
"Come on, Mitch, time to do your business," she said, motioning for him to follow her. The sight of his penis was distracting to the man. He had very seldom seen his penis, Sarah would sometimes jerk him when he wasn't in the room, or play with him at the worst possible moments to make him moan and whimper in front of others. Still, it had been a very long time since he'd been given the satisfaction of a true release. Mitch stood up, still needing to pee badly. Sarah grabbed his hand and led him off to the bathroom.
Once they'd walked into the bathroom, Sarah led them to a stall and pulled him inside with her. After locking the door, Sarah turned around, standing before the toilet like a man would have so many decades before. She looked back towards Mitch, who was still fidgeted and spoke. "Come here and aim for me, don't want me to miss the bowl, do you?" she said with an amused smile. She'd only ever let Mitch touch his own penis once before and only because she knew he hadn't done so. Mitch stepped up behind Sarah and reached around her, grasping ahold of the penis. His hand felt so warm around his penis, a sensation he'd seldom felt. He gasped and moaned as he felt his own touch around his soft length. "Aim, Mitch," Sarah ordered, getting his attention. Mitch aimed the penis at the bowl and finally let go of his pent-up urine.
Sarah heard Mitch moan in relief as he leaned on her back and let his bladder empty for long, satisfying moments. "Wow, you really had to go," she said amusedly as she watched the strong stream fill the bowl for over a minute. When the urine flow stopped, Mitch gave his penis a few tugs to get any last drops out. As he went to let go, Sarah grasped his wrist, preventing him from letting go. "Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked, confusing him. Sarah turned her head to the right and looked at him over her shoulder.
"You're hard, Baby," she felt the change in him instantly as the trigger phrase sent messages to his brain to harden his cock. Sarah looked down and saw the massive, eleven-inch-long cock harden and begin to leak precum. "Come on, you know what you want to do," she said lustily to Mitch, moving his arm for him at first so that his hand slid up his dry length. Mitch quickly, began waxing the head of his cock with his right hand as he brought his left one to his mouth. Sarah heard Mitch spit into his hand and then looked down to see his left hand reach around her and encircle his cock. Sara heard Mitch moan loudly when the warm spit began to coat his cock.
Sarah watched for several minutes as Mitch furiously pumped off his own cock, his pelvis thrusting against her ass. She knew that his cock was close to cumming, the first time in years that any semen would be leaving his body at all. Just as Mitch was about to unleash his load, he felt Sarah pull his hands off of his length. Mitch whimpered in disappointment as he felt his cock twitch and surrender a series of pathetic dribbles of thick, grey goo into the toilet. She heard him quickly; his moans were pure devastation.