At the Tlazol Facility for Male Submission, men who could not accept that women now dominated the world with their incredible powers were put through a rigorous amount of relentless “conditioning” until they finally changed their ways, and fully, truly accepted the women’s superiority. Groups of men were sexually teased on a daily basis without orgasm, and lectured of the error of their ways and thinking, until finally something cracked, and they gave in, where upon release was granted, and the next stage of their “education” could be reached. Until then, however, even sleep was not a refuge for these men. For groups that proved particularly stubborn, the Sex Mages decided to induce what they liked to call “Dream Therapy.”
Miss Cale was on Dream Therapy duties for her group tonight, something she didn’t often get assigned to, but which she quite enjoyed. It let her be quite creative. As she walked through the large, bed-lined room where her “students” slept, she smiled. Even asleep, their penises remained hard, their balls swollen tight. Sleep, in fact, did not come easy for them, and it took almost total exhaustion for them to ignore their body’s maddening sexual cravings enough to fall into what should have been blissful unconsciousness. But once they went under, Miss Cale set their minds to stay that way no matter what for the next 10 hours. She manipulated them to remain perfectly still, facing upwards, so that they could not squirm and rub their penises against their mattresses, nor would they accidentally fall off the beds.
She went to each boy in turn, looking into their minds, glimpsing their fetishes and fantasies. When she found a situation that created a particularly hot spark for the boy, she molded their random, chaotic dreams into a vivid erotic fantasy from which they could not escape until they were woken up in the morning.
First there was Mark, age 23, last orgasm 4 months ago. Her glimpse into his mind showed Mark had a powerful foot fetish. His first realization of this was when he had seen his sister painting her toe nails, and had suddenly gotten a hard-on. He’d never quite gotten over the humiliation, and had sworn to himself he would never let a woman take him off guard like that again. Oh, poor Mark. Miss Cale molded his dream into a situation where he was in his sister’s room, in her closet, watching her paint her toe nails. Mark was masturbating as he watched, and just before he could cum, he let out a loud grunt. His sister jerked her head over and immediately jumped up and whipped the door open. Mark, humiliated, but still ragingly hard, immediately begged his sisters forgiveness. She agreed not tell on their parents, if he let her tie him to the bed. The rest of the dream consisted of the sister sitting on the bed with a bound Mark, alternately pressing her feet against his face as she stroked him, or giving him footjobs just to the point of orgasm before backing off, then masturbating herself to orgasm. Mark was helpless as his sister tormented and taunted him with her feet, over and over.
Miss Cale withdrew from Mark, whose body had gone stiff. His nostrils flared, reacting to the presence of the dream feet on his face. Mark’s dream would continue unabated until he awoke, as would all the boys’ dreams.
Next was Jake, age 30, last orgasm 5 weeks ago. Jake’s dream was interesting. He had a fantasy of being shrunk, and played with by giant women. Miss Cale called up a fantasy of his ex-wife and her friend (whom he had cheated with). The two women were sitting cross legged on the bed in Jake’s old house, a six-inch tall Jake running around between them. Jake, naked and hard, the two women laughed, poking at him to make him run, giggling as his tiny penis flopped. Then, Jake’s ex picked him up with one hand, and masturbated herself a bit with the other, moistening her pussy lips. She then lowered Jake to her pussy and pushed him inside her, slipping the helpless man all the way in. Jake, trapped in a crushing, hot, wet vice, wriggled to try and free himself, but this merely seemed to please his ex, who stretched out on the bed and moaned, hips squirming. Jake’s attempts to escape dissolved into frantic humping against her walls as his cock rubbed incessantly against her. His desperate attempts to reach an orgasm that would never be thrilled his ex, who writhed and screamed in ecstasy, her pussy squeezing him rhythmically, which just teased him even more. Eventually, once his writhing would please her to the point of orgasm, after which she would fish Jake out, and the other woman would take him inside her.
The next boy was Hank, age 19, last orgasm 3 months ago. Hank had always had an unusual fascination with truly fantastic women. He often fantasized about things like nagas (half-women/half-snake), mermaids, elves, female angels, etc. In his mind, these were so much more arousing than ordinary women, something which many women found bizarre and sometimes even insulting. But Miss Cale found it quite amusing, and she had a special dream for him. She placed Hank in a complex and seemingly endless Labyrinth, which he was driven to try and find an exit for. Prowling this Labyrinth were many of the fantastical women he fantasized about, searching for a helpless, naked, and horny as hell male to have their way with. In this dream, Miss Cale gave Hank the notion that if he could find the center of the maze, he might be granted orgasm. This hope was all he needed to spur him into searching. This of course, only continued to bring him into the clutches of the creature women, who would use his permanent, unclimaxing penis for their pleasure, heedless of how they drove him insane with sex.
Most of the rest were fairly mundane by comparison. One imagined he was a male stripper, who had to let the women come up on stage and play with him. Another dreamed he was back in college, and as part of an initiation, was tied spread eagle to stakes on the front lawn of a sorority, where the girls took their turns idly stroking him between sun-tanning sessions. Another dreamed a threesome with two of his favorite movie actresses as they teased and edged him while making him eat them out.
Eventually, all 14 young men were twitching and moaning in their sleep, their penises bouncing excitedly, trapped in dreams so vivid, their minds could barely handle it. Miss Cale then departed, leaving the boys to their dreams. They might wake up with refreshed bodies and minds, but they would do so feeling even hornier and more frustrated than when they went to bed. And when they did, Miss Cale would be there to greet them.