The Glory of Dawn
by Gloryboy
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2006 Gloryboy
Strict Publishing International
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Cover artwork by Brendan M Baker
It had seemed like a great idea at first. Derek was a middle-aged bachelor who did not date very much. It all started when he saw an advertisement in the local newspaper.
Men of all ages sought for sexual experimentation. Must be willing to interact with women in a variety of ways and sexual positions. Three months with option for more. Requires 24/7 but we will pay your rent and utilities for three months and pay $50,000. We are looking for men of all ages and physical conditions.
He did not really believe they would choose him. Things like this always turned out to be too good to be true, like those advertisements that say, “You have won a million dollars” only they mean that, once you apply and pay a fee, you have a chance to win, like a chance in a hundred million. So it was almost a lark that he actually called the toll free number, almost waiting for the scam, the part where they finally revealed that he must pay them something. He spoke to a very nice-sounding receptionist who made him an appointment to come in and talk to them.
When Derek arrived, he met the woman in charge of this experiment. She was tall and slim, well-proportioned with red-brown hair and blue eyes. She looked surprisingly young to be in such a position, explaining that she was twenty-six years old.
“Pleased to meet you,” she said. “I’m Dr Glory Benjamin. Just call me Glory.”
“Nice to meet you,” he said. “I’m Derek Masters.”
For some reason, she smiled, almost smirked, at the last name. But she went on, “As you know, we are doing experiments on how men relate to women sexually and how they would relate under various stimuli. I can’t tell you everything, as knowing would invalidate you as a potential candidate for the study. There will be women from all walks of like participating as well as of a variety of ages. If you are interested so far, please follow me.”
As they walked through the hallway to her office, they passed a number of partially open doors. What he saw served only to arouse him and make him even more likely to accept, as was the intention. In one room, there was a medical table. On it, a voluptuous woman was kneeling on the face of a man. His head was toward Derek so he really could not get a good look at him which did not matter as his eyes were riveted to her breasts. In the next room, a young woman was riding a man. Her back was to Derek and his lower body was covered by blankets, so again Derek could not clearly see what was going on. Had he been able to see the whole picture, he would have seen that the first man was bound tightly to the table and gagged so he couldn’t yell out any warnings but the woman riding his face obscured Derek’s view of that. Likewise, the second man was bound and gagged to the table. The young woman was indeed riding his cock but that penis had first been restrained with a flesh-shaped ring at the base so there was no possibility of his cumming. Once Derek had been walked by, the women paused long enough to close and lock the doors before getting to the real fun. The show had been strictly to get another male to legally sign up.
“So, what do you think so far?” Glory said. “Is this something you’d be interested in?”
Derek’s mouth was dry and his forehead hot. He could not really think straight anymore.
“Oh yeah, I mean, yes,” he stammered. “This interests me very much.”
“Great,” she smiled. “Then let’s head to my office. We can get things in order and you can look over the paperwork.”
In her office, he looked over the paperwork and it seemed that it was pretty clear. There was a three-month period of time for the study, $50,000, and all the rest. There was some fine print too and he was starting to look it over when a gorgeous young woman wearing a string bikini walked into the office. She was slim and tanned with wide hips and breasts that were not extremely large but firm and high. Her long dark hair fell past her shoulders.
“Hi, Dr Benjamin,” she said, and only then she appeared to notice Derek for the first time. “Oh sorry, didn’t know you were doing an interview.”
“That’s all right,” Glory laughed. “I’ll be able to talk soon if you can wait, Dawn.”
“Sure, it’s just you said the next volunteer would be working with me.”
“Shush,” Glory snapped. “Please wait outside.”
“Oh yeah, uh, sorry,” Dawn apologised.
As she turned to leave, Derek could not help but stare at the firm jiggling young cheeks of her shapely ass.
Glory looked at Derek and sighed in frustration. “Well, this is what I get for hiring college Freshmen,” she said. “You shouldn’t have met her yet but what’s done is done and you seem such a promising volunteer and we really need volunteers. I hope you’re still interested?”
“Oh, definitely,” he said enthusiastically.
He knew his voice sounded dry with desire and he did not want to seem too anxious, but he really could not help it.
“Wonderful,” she said, seeming not to notice. “Then I’ll give you the paperwork. If you’d prefer to take it home and look it over, that would be great.”
“Oh I think I’ve decided,” Derek said. “Just give me a pen please.”
Glory smiled and said, “If you’d like to get started, we’ll take care of your apartment, cover the rent and utilities.”
“Well, there is my job,” he said.
“Of course. Let’s just run a few preliminaries, and that will do for today,” she said.
“Sounds good to me,” Derek said.
“Excellent,” Glory said as she led him to an empty examining room. “We’ll need to do a basic physical and get you on a daily intake of vitamins. You’ll be, um, exerting yourself during this study.”
He smiled to himself at that. He had a real good idea of what sort of exertion she had in mind, or so he thought. He took the pills she offered him without giving it a second thought, swallowing them with a little difficulty.
“Just lay back on the table and relax,” Glory told him. “A nurse will be in shortly and then I’ll be back to do the main examination.”
Derek lay back and did indeed relax, visions of that Dawn girl and of Glory herself dancing in his mind. Within a few minutes he was out cold, without even realizing that sleep was overtaking him.
Derek slowly returned to consciousness. For a moment he thought he was at home in bed. It was some time before he remembered where he was, and with the memory of what was happening returning to him, he also realized that he must have been here for some time. Surely the nurse should be here by now?
He looked around him, and he was surprised to see that his surroundings had changed. He was not in the same room in which he had fallen asleep. This looked more as though it was a room in a hospital, and as he tried to sit up he found that he could not move his arms or his legs. He was covered with a blanket and could not see what the problem was. He tried to call for help, but his cries were muffled and came out as no more than faint moans. Something was covering his mouth, something leather gagging him and strapped securely around the back of his head.
Derek could only lie there writhing helplessly. He could not see a clock but he could tell that it was well over an hour before a nurse walked in and stood by the bed, staring at him.
“Mmph! Mmph! Gurg! Glub!” he moaned through his gag.
The nurse giggled. “I could tighten that enough so you couldn’t make any sound at all, but I kind of like the sounds you’re making, Mr. Gurgle Glub.”
“Mmph! Mrrph! Aargh! Mrrgghh!” his moans, muffled as they were through the gag, had an angry note to them.
The nurse pulled back the covers, exposing his naked body. Derek squirmed, startled to find himself completely naked and unable free himself from the strong straps holding his wrists and ankles securely to the corners of the bed. Some sort of transparent plastic device was firmly attached to his cock with a tube running from it and off the bottom of the bed. It was not a catheter because it was not inserted into him but it definitely was there for the purpose of urinating.
Seeing him staring at it, the nurse said, “That’s right, it’s for you to go peepee. And there’s a special potty for when you need to release your bowels. But for right now...”
She started taking out instruments and laying them on his chest, razor, scissors, soap, gel to dissolve hair. As she began coating his chest and stomach with the gel, he realized her intentions. When she started coating his pubes and balls, he started thrashing and moaning, begging through the gag for her to stop. She giggled.
“Gawd, I love my job,” she grinned.
He could only close his eyes and feel the humiliation as she shaved away his bodyhair. She shaved his chest, stomach, pubes, balls, legs, all of it. She even loosened the legs enough to shave the underside and his butt.
“All nice and clean, and feeling rather humiliated I’ll bet,” she laughed.
He yanked uselessly on his bonds and then stared up at her, blushing.
“Yes,” she grinned. “Nice and humiliated. Feeling rather emasculated without our manly bodyhair aren’t we, Mr. GurgleGlub?”
“Mmph! Mmph! Argh! Gurg!” he roared. It was still barely audible.
“Oh indeed we are,” she laughed again.
She tightened the gag so that barely audible became completely inaudible. She patted him on the head and said, “See you later, gurglyboy.”
She walked out, conveniently not covering him with the blanket and leaving the door open. People walked by and some women giggled, thinking that some nurse had merely forgotten to cover him and to shut the door.
The poor man, they thought. He must be restrained like that because he tried to injure himself. Perhaps he attempted suicide or something, or perhaps he was having seizures. The gag was, of course, to stop him biting his tongue, and the restraints would stop him thrashing around and hurting himself further. Naturally the nursing staff needed to leave the door open so that they would hear if he had another fit. Perhaps he was uncovered because his violent movements, even so tightly restrained, had thrown the covers from him.
A long time passed. Again he had no way to know how much time it actually was, but he knew it was several hours. Many people passed that room, some smiling at him but most of them with a look of the deepest sympathy on their faces as they saw him. He did not recognize any of them.
Finally he saw a familiar face. For a second or two he could not place where he had seen her before, but as the young woman walked into the room he remembered it was Dawn who he had met in Dr Glory’s office.
A twinge of hope arose in him. There was no rational reason to feel hopeful. It just seemed impossible, somehow, that such a young and beautiful girl could possibly leave him here uncomfortably restrained and so exposed. A familiar face, someone he had met before, someone who he had seen before he found himself on this bed, someone who knew he was a normal man. Surely, surely she would release him. He tried to attract her attention, to make her take notice of him. He tried to call to her, to tell her he needed to be released, but no sound came out.
She turned, shut and locked the door, then took off the white labcoat she had been wearing, revealing the same string bikini she had worn earlier. She walked over to the bed and stared down at him, a look of disgust in her eyes. Seeing the startled and worried expression on his face, she sneered.
“Right,” she said nastily, “I suppose you think girls like me spend their days fantasizing about getting it on with out of shape middle-aged men? Think again, little man, think again. But I’m here to do a job and at least I will enjoy the suffering you will be put through.”
Derek glared and struggled, now quite sure that this whole setup was some sort of bizarre trick, and that the advertisement he had answered was far from truthful.
“Oh,” Dawn taunted. “The big, strong man is glaring at me. Why, I’ll bet he’d teach me a lesson if he could get free.”
Her mocking tone pushed his buttons exactly as she intended and he struggled even more, still glaring at her and trying to speak. She started removing the contraption from over his genitals.
“Throw your little temper tantrum,” she said calmly. “It won’t do you any good.”
As she spoke she slowly began playing with his cock and balls. In spite of his anger, he was beginning to writhe in arousal at her teasing touch. She loosened his gag just enough for a little sound to escape, and then she went back to lightly teasing his cock. His moans of anger were turning to whimpers of desire and frustration as she lightly blew on his cock and it stood straight up. She just sat on the bed beside him, slowly caressing him every time he started to wilt.
After a while she went to the bathroom and found some vaseline. Slowly and deliberately, making sure he was watching her every movement, she coated her right hand with it. Just seeing her rub the slippery lubricant all over her hand was enough to make his cock harden. She clasped her greased hand around his hardness, and started giving him slow, agonizing strokes.
“Yes, the middle-aged out of shape pervert loves having the firm, hot young girl play with his dick, doesn’t he?”
He only moaned.
“Nod and admit that you want me to play with it, or I’ll stop,” she smirked cruelly.
He nodded ‘Yes!’
“Good boy. But you know that I would not really have stopped anyway? It might be a pleasure for you right now, but soon it’s going to be torture, absolute torture.”
Dawn continued to stroke his hard cock. The strokes were slow, insanely slow, slow to the point where his frustration became an agony. The pleasure was being prolonged until it was no longer pleasure, until he was whimpering and begging for her to stroke faster and to give him the relief he now so badly needed, the relief that was always the finale of this act. Such a pleasure tease could not go on forever; it was impossible, unthinkable, unbearable.
She could not understand anything he said, of course. It was all incoherent moaning through the gag. Not a word of it was understandable, but she knew what he wanted and he was not going to get it. She knew, and she would continue to deny him. Once he became as hard as it was possible for him to get, she would do one agonizingly slow stroke and then just let her hand keep going up, completely off his cock. He raised up higher and higher, arching his back in an attempt to maintain contact with her hand for a few seconds longer. She let him do it, knowing the straps would limit his reach, and laugh wildly as he reached the limit and still tried to push his pelvis higher. Each time he strained and pulled, arching his back desperately only to collapse back onto the bed literally sobbing in frustration. She sat beside him, laughing as he finally lost control and started arching his back again and again, thrusting up at the air and struggling at his bonds, torn between pointlessly moaning his rage at her and equally pointlessly begging her to give him relief.
As she waited for his erection to subside again, Dawn caressed the inside of his now hairless leg and lightly traced circles around his tight heavy balls, driving him to even greater frustration.
“Poor boy,” she teased. “And to think, this is only the first day, the end of the first hour and you’re already losing control. Already you are begging me.”
She leaned close, pressing her breasts to his chest. “Before this is over, you’ll be nothing but a dog at my feet. You’ll beg for table scraps in any sense of the term. You’ll be an obedient slaveboy just as you should be.”
Without another word, she suddenly jumped up, threw on her coat and walked out, leaving him blubbering into his gag, begging her to get him off before she left.
Derek barely slept at all, shaking with frustration and worry. He had no idea what was really going on or why they were doing this. A nurse came in a little while after Dawn left. She calmly placed the urination device back over his genitals, ignoring his moans as he tried to talk and tightening the gag so that once again he could not make a sound. She covered him up and left, shutting and locking the door behind her.
* * * * *
Very early the next morning, the door was unlocked and Derek watched anxiously as it opened. . Dr Glory Benjamin walked in, smiling. Derek struggled and looked at her with a mixture of hope and anger, unable to make a sound.
“How are we doing, Derek my boy?” she purred. “Has Dawn been getting you all excited? She is such a brat isn’t she?”
Glory laughed at his discomfort, and went on, “By now, you probably realize how completely misled you’ve been. Unfortunately for you, this is perfectly legal within the context of my study, especially since you chose not to read the fineprint of the contract. I know if I ungagged you, you’d demand to know what was going on and you’d probably make threats. Too bad I’m not going to ungag you, isn’t it, poor Derek.”
She patted his head as he struggled and shook with anger. She walked over and locked the door, then returned and stood by the bed.
“Mmmmm, watching you struggle gets me soooo hot,” she mocked. “Unlike Dawn, I do love middle-aged men and I don’t think you are flabby at all by middle-aged standards.”
She was sliding her panties slowly down over her smooth, tanned legs as she spoke. Derek wriggled his toes in frustration as he watched her do it, quite convinced that this was no more than just another devious means of making him more and more frustrated, yet hoping desperately that he was wrong. He was unable to take his eyes off her.
She kicked her panties right off, and then picked them up and placed them over Derek’s nose.
“Something to entertain your sense of smell while you watch, poor baby,” she laughed throatily.
Glory stepped away from Derek and bent to get her purse. Her shapely ass wriggled close to him and Derek found his erection trying to grow within the confines of the device he was wearing. He moaned in pain. Glory turned and giggled, holding something in her hand.
“Oh, silly me,” she said. “I overlooked something.”
She gently removed the device from his genitals and his cock sprang to attention.
“There, there, does that feel better?”
She was mocking him, speaking to him as if he were a child. He knew it and it infuriated and humiliated him. She knew the effect it was having and enjoyed it immensely. She sat back down and threw one leg over the arm of the chair, revealing her crotch under her skirt.
“Today is your lucky day,” she smiled. “All you have to do is watch.”
She pushed the switch on the device she was holding and it began humming. Slowly, she began caressing her vagina lips with the vibrator. She crooned gently to herself as if singing along with the humming of the vibrator, her pleasure growing second by second while all he could do was to watch her hopelessly.
“Tell me Derek, when was the last time you actually saw one of these? A pussy, I mean, not a vibrator.”
He could not make a sound, but he writhed and pulled uselessly at his restraints.
“It has been quite a while, hasn’t it? You just didn’t want to do the work anymore did you? I mean the work of developing relationships and pleasing a woman. Now here you are being trained to...” She smiled. “Ah no. That would be telling, and it’s too soon for that. Oh this feels good.”
She plunged the vibrator deeper.
Derek was staring and humping at the air as he watched. He could not make a sound but Glory noted that his fingers and toes were wriggling frantically, indicating the overwhelming frustration he was feeling.
“Hmmmmmm,” she hummed in unison with the vibrator. “This feels soooo good. Watch me, Derek.” As if he wasn’t looking anyway, she thought, laughing to herself at the thought. She began plunging the vibrator in and out rapidly, gasping.
“Oh Derek, I’ll bet you’d give anything for this to be you, wouldn’t you pet? You pumping in and out again and again, until that big load built in your balls and you came, feeling that wonderful relief? Wouldn’t you baby?”
He was unable to speak but he was frantically humping the air, giving her the obvious answer.
“Good boy,” she grinned cruelly. “And now, WAKE UP! Because it’s NEVER going to happen! You are not going to cum in all the time you are with us.”
His eyes widened in fear and frustration, and she groaned at the sexual thrill it sent through her. She pumped the vibrator even faster.
“Oh God Derek. You have no idea how that look on your face turns me on. So horny. So frustrated. So helpless! YEEEEEESSSS!”
And then she was incoherent, screaming in orgasm and writhing in the chair as Derek, hopelessly frustrated, pushed his hips silently upwards against nothing in time to her writhing orgasm.
Glory continued massaging herself with the vibrator until her aftershocks subsided and until, sighing in relief, she sat relaxed and smiling at Derek. Without a word, she walked over and actually kissed his throbbing erection. It twitched and stood harder than ever. She caressed it with her fingers and, if he had not been gagged too tightly to make a sound, he would have cried out his need to her.
“Hmm,” she teased, “I don’t think I’m going to be able to get the device back over you right now, you’re so hard and ready to perform. I’m sure you would be such a stud if you were given half a chance. It almost seems a shame to waste it.”
Smirking, she slowly worked the panties back up over her ass, giving him a full view of everything. She caressed and stroked the vibrator in front of him, finally putting it into her purse before she strode out, high heels emphasizing her long legs and the swaying of her ass.
Derek just lay there staring at the ceiling for a minute. Then he roared with rage- it seemed a roar to him although not a sound could be heard in the room, and started madly humping at the air until he collapsed in exhaustion, more frustrated than ever. For the next hour he slept fitfully, waking in a cold sweat every time he started to dream, waking to a nightmare that was worse than those dreams.
A nurse eventually came in and placed his genitals back into the device and then slowly washed him. The touch of her gentle fingers and the coolness of the water aroused him more than ever. She fetched him a drink, only a glass of water but the sight of it made him realize how desperately thirsty he was. She started to loosen his gag.
“Now,” she warned, “This room is soundproofed so nobody can hear you. I know your jaws must be sore. If you promise to be a good boy and not to speak so much as a single word, I’ll leave you ungagged after you drink and eat. Even though we are feeding you intravenously, we’d like to switch you back to normal meals. I know you must be hungry and thirsty.”
She loosed the straps restraining his head.
“Do you promise?” she asked.
He eagerly nodded, ‘Yes.’
She removed his gag. He coughed and working his sore jaws. She held the glass to his lips and he drank greedily, then gulped at the food she spoonfed to him. After giving him a little more water, she said, “You’ve been very good. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
As she rose to leave, he called her. “Please, tell me what’s going on. This isn’t right. They can’t do this.”
“You had to ruin it,” she sighed. “You promised not to speak.”
She took hold of the straps. “Open wide,” she ordered.
“No! Wait! Please! No!”
“I won’t hurt you unless I have to,” she told him calmly, “But in your current position, you are completely unable to defend yourself. As full as they are, how badly do you think it would hurt were I to grab your balls and start squeezing? If you don’t want to find out, open wide before I reach three.”
She cupped his balls and counted, “One... Two...Th...”
He opened wide. She stuffed his mouth full and tightened the straps of the gag firmly around the back of his head.
“That’s better,” she smiled. “And just to show we are not mean, I’ll not tighten it so much that it hurts, even though I should after you broke your promise to me. It’s a lesson you need to learn, by the way. Broken promises here have a nasty habit of jumping up and hitting you where it hurts.”
Again, she rose to go. “As I said before, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Mmph! Mmph!” he moaned as she walked out.
She looked back and smirked mischievously at the helpless, mumbling male before she left and closed the door behind her.
Derek was going crazy with frustration and boredom, incapable of doing anything except to lie there bound to the bed and submit to whatever these crazy women wanted to do to him. He had no idea that in fact he was not to be kept on this bed for many days longer. Even had he known what was to come he might not have been much happier, for although he was to become far more useful to the women in many ways, he would remain just as helpless as he was right now. But he did not know, and none of that would happen today. His frustration continued without relief.
* * * * *
Appropriately, it was early morning when Dawn walked in. This time she was wearing a tight halter-top that accentuated her small but firm breasts and a very short skirt that slightly showed the very bottom of her bottom. The high heels she wore only enhanced the effect as she walked. With the help of a nurse, she turned the bed around so that Derek was facing away from the door. He could not see now, but it sounded as though the nurse did not close the door when she left.
Dawn walked over to him. “Maybe Glory would remove that gag before she does anything like this, if she ever does. As for me, I’m not going to remove it. I really don’t want anything that’s part of an old man like you in my pussy.”
He wanted to say he was middle-aged, not old. He wanted to show her that he was as virile and as enthusiastic as any younger man could ever be. He wanted... but he knew that to her he was old, and anyway the gag prevented him speaking.
Any thoughts of whether or not he was old disappeared in a moment when she knelt on the bed, straddled his face with her back toward the door.
“First, old man,” she said determinedly, “Just you spend a few minutes admiring my ass. It’s quite the sight don’t you think?”
She wriggled above him and caressed her own ass with her hands, smiling as his cock grew to rigid hardness in spite of his anger and humiliation, or maybe because of it. Of course, he could not see her face and had no idea how much she was enjoying this. For her the real sexual thrill came from her power over a man, no matter what his age as long as he had enough of a sex-drive left to become turned on by her. Even so, and perhaps because of that, convincing him that it gave her no sexual pleasure at all was an essential part of it, a part that she knew would increase his humiliation and his anger at her.
Finally, she sat down right on his face. She wriggled to find a comfortable position, rubbing her pussy right on the gag and pushing her sweet young asscheeks to either side of his nose.
“Now, let’s put on a good show for the audience,” she smirked. “After all, we need more recruits.”
He had no time to think about that, because she tightened her luscious but firm cheeks, squeezing his nostrils closed.