It has been a week since the girls of the Dunphy household put Luke into the hospital. Claire has been visiting her son who was being cared for in the private infirmary section of the facility.
The top female Urologist from Melbourne helped fix Luke's fractured penis and ruptured testicle. He has been kept in bandages for at least 7 days.
An maxillofacial surgeon from Werribee came to fix his caved in front teeth
Claire comes to visit daily. Luke has become passive, literally a broken man. He was also started on antipsychotic medications that helped pacify his agitation.
The doctor said he should be able to recover fully. He should be able to have sexual activities. However, his penis will be forever crooked, deviated to the left. His testicles will be forever be extra sensitive, even more vulnerable to punishment.
The doctor recommended to lay off his genitals for at least a month fearing he may not heal. Once a male loses his genitals, there is less leverage to use to control them.
Claire was trained to use psychological methods to maintain dominance over her son. She was more worried she wouldn't be able to control her daughters when she takes Luke back home in another week.
The dinner talk has now been the girls planning to punish Luke's genitals each time he misbehaves. Haley wanted to experiment on her brother's genitals sexually. Alex, the youngest, feigned interest. She had her sights on her father's cock and balls.
The facility plans to release Luke to his mother in about a week. He was able to walk a few steps for the first time today.
Claire, still maternal, made sure Luke had enough meals and took his antibiotics.
Luke dreaded his other visitors. The police chief had been by at least twice with at least a dozen police women in tow.
They timed to arrived each time Luke's genital bandages were being changed.
He would lay there, stark naked, two muscular female nurses, not so gently ripping his bandages off from his shaft and balls. He was not allowed to cry or complain during each dressing change. The nurses were not allowed to hit his genitals in punishment to let them heal. But there are other ways to make a male hurt.
The nurses picked Luke's nipples, twisted them violently, to get him to comply. The insides of his thighs were particularly vulnerable to needle sticks. Nurses would jab him with syringes filled with penicillin causing excruciating stinging pain. His shins also bore the punishment. Nurses and orderlies frequently scraped the length of his leg bones with metallic forceps to either wake him up or make him pay attention.
The police would surround his bed and wait for the nurses to completely remove his bandages. Once his cock and balls were completely exposed, the nurses would always leave the room and have the female officers play their game.
"Ladies, this male needs to learn to serve women." the police chief started, "Let's remind him that we are everywhere, we will be watching his every move, we will punish him severely for his every transgression."
One officer reached out and pulled his circumcised glans up and away from his body. Luke's penis was now branded with his mum's and sister's initials. "Sisters, look how this male's pathetic dick, once the center of his arrogance, has now become a mere plaything for us."
Luke held back his tears and bit his lower lip. He dare not make a sound fearing punishment to his nipples, or thighs, or shins.
His testicles were nearly back to their normal sizes. The urologist was able to drain all the blood clots inside. They remained scarred by his families initials. Alex's "A" was comically upside down, looking like a "V."
Two officers next to his feet drew Smith &Wesson handguns. Red laser lights beamed out from their tips. Luke looked down and saw where they aimed. One was aimed at the base of his penis, the other between his balls.
"The punishment will be severe!" the chief threatened.
Luke began to shiver in fear. Tears flowed freely from his eyes.
"I believe the male has cried without permission," one of the ladies stated.
"Permission to shoot his dick off," one of the officer stated.
"Permission granted," the chief barked.
One of the officers walked closer and pressed the muzzle of her gun at the base of his penis.
"Please don't," Luke wailed and started to sob uncontrollably.
The officers started yelling at him: "Useless!" "Criminal!" "Weak!" "Animal!" "Pig!" "Dog!" "Castrate!"
Luke felt dizzy. Blood drained from his face. He pleaded once more, "Please, I'll do anything, please don't hurt me!"
He felt the gun press deeper into his shaft. He held his breath waiting for the pain.
"Stop! Get out, all of you," Luke heard his mum's screeching voice.
The female officers backed away. Claire came to her son's side and commanded all the ladies out. They stepped slowly away from the bed and filed out singly from his room.
"Don't worry son, I won't let them hurt you," Claire said.
Luke continued to sob and rested his head on his mother's arms.
"Luke, my son, those women won't hurt you...as long as you show me and your sisters respect and subservience." Claire moved towards his middle.
She grabbed a wet sponge with her right hand and squeezed its extra fluid. She held her son's penis with her left hand and tenderly scrubbed his penis up and down it's shaft.
"This is ours," Claire now rubbed his balls with the wet sponge, "this belongs to us. This is connected to your body, but you have no ownership over this."
Luke stared blankly into space. His eyes had no more tears.
"Luke, those women will never hurt you if you follow the rules. You are under my care and responsibility, " she started to squeeze his penis vigorously.
"If I determine you to be a perfect son, you would not be hurt. If you disobey, I and your sisters are your only protection. We will have no choice but to punish you as we see fit. This is policy." Claire continued.
Luke's penis stiffened for the first time in days. It hurt in spots where the brands burnt the worst, but he felt the familiar pleasure in his manhood.
Claire stated that males are not allowed to masturbate without permission. And each shall be done only under strict supervision.
Males are expected to present their genitals when commanded at anytime or anyplace.
"You are also not allowed to shave your body or are you allowed to shave your face without permission," she added.
Claire dropped the sponge in a small basin filled with soapy water. She dipped both hands in the warm water and scooped some of the suds.
She used both hands and grasped her son's entire length. She slowly pumped his penis, letting the warm soapy suds lubricate her touch.
Luke felt disconnected from his erection. The deep ache was slowly replaced by a building pleasure that started from his balls.
Claire sensed his imminent orgasm and increased her pace. The glans of his penis, now free from foreskin, appeared red and healthy.
Luke grunted. A jet of hot milky fluid exploded from his penis with such energy it hit the low ceiling of the room. He spilled out a week's worth of semen stored in his swollen testicles. The sticky fluid sprayed and covered his bed, his belly, his thighs, and his mother's hands.
"There, there, that's a good boy" Claire cooed, "There's my pet."
She picked up the soapy sponge and wiped the semen away from his entire body.
His penis and balls have healed.
Luke started to relax and felt sleepy.
Claire opened the bedroom door. A red laser light broke through the darkness beyond, illuminating the tip of his still erect penis.
Luke froze.
Claire blocked the doorway with her body. "I would never let anyone harm my property."
With that, Claire exited the bedroom and shut the door behind her.
The domination was complete.
***
Phil arrived earlier than planned. His conference went well and he made plenty of connections. He decided to come home early, take Luke on a skiing trip, away from his pathetic wife.
Phil's networking includes multiple trysts with multiple women. This last trip to Las Vegas was sure to be a record. He had a different partner each night. Most were high class prostitutes who he hired to fulfill his fetish.
Phil has always fantasized about violent sex. He loved brutalizing women and treating them like objects. The more violent the sexual encounter, the more excited he became. He pays top dollar to escort services that can provide subservient women. He especially liked younger women, barely legal teens, waifs, and little chits. He loved smothering them, or choking them with his cock.
He is a high roller in the escort world. He had to pay the pimp an extra grand to cover the bruises left on an 18-year old that looked 12.
Phil drove in to his garage. The house was dark except for a lights coming from his daughters' bedroom window. The garage is empty. Claire is not home and it's already getting dark. Luke's car was parked on the street.
He dialed Claire's mobile on his phone. It went directly to her voicemail. He hung up and sent a text.
"Where the fuck are you?" All caps.
Phil took his heavy suitcase from his car and pulled in to a quiet house. The kitchen was lit by under cabinet lights. A reading lamp was on in the home office. The house was warm.
He removed his thick winter jacket and dropped it on the floor.
He left his roller suitcase next to the staircase.
He walked to his desk and looked through a thick bundle of mail and boxes. He carried the mail to the kitchen and set it on the island in the middle of the room.
It contained the usual, bills, advertisements, a card from Claire's sister, letters from Luke's school, and two sealed cartons, each the size of a shoebox, addressed to Alex. He tore the top open of one box and furrowed his eyebrows when he saw the contents.
"Deer skin tanning kit"
This must be a school project, he thought.
He replaced the contents inside the box and pushed the carton in the middle of the counter. The second box, also addressed to Alex, was heavier. There was something metallic inside when he shook it. He opened the box and it contained a CD and several smaller boxes with metallic bits and bobs, lengths of fine metallic wires, silver and copper, a small mallet, and wire cutter.
"Making Boho Jewelry and More," the CD was labeled.
Phil shook his head. He couldn't believe the money he is wasting on education.
He dropped the box on the kitchen floor. It made a loud thud. The contents rattled on impact. The mallet bounced out of the box onto the tile floor.
Phil kicked this away. It ended somewhere underneath the dining room table.
Meanwhile, the girls were unaware their father has arrived. Haley was in the shower and Alex was busy on her iPad. They shared a bedroom.
Alex heard a soft thud. There was a momentary feeling of fear. She got out of bed and slowly opened her bedroom door.
She heard noises from downstairs. Someone broke into their house!
It couldn't be her mom since she was staying overnight in the infirmary. Her father isn't due back until Sunday.
She locked her bedroom door.
She flipped through her iPad screen and found what she was looking for. It was an app for home security. Her mom had multiple cameras installed in and around the house by AussieSpy, a camera store in Brunswick owned by a member of the sisterhood.
There were high-definition and night cameras set in preparation for total dominion. Claire, Haley, and Alex had access to each camera at any time. They wished to record every aspect of the activities of the males who they now consider slaves.
Twenty small screens popped on her iPad. There were at least two cameras in each room of the house. She clicked on the kitchen camera, set on top of a china cabinet.
"It's Dad!" she whispered.
She saw him rummage through the mail. She saw her packages were opened and felt violated.
She picked her phone and quickly sent her mother a text: "Dad's here!"
She waited. There was no response.
She looked at her iPad once more and saw her father help himself to a glass of Hellyer's Road. She knew he would finish half a bottle of the whiskey before he did anything else.
She looked at her iPhone once again. Still no response from her mother.
She heard Haley humming. She softly knocked on the bathroom door and let herself in.
"What's the matter?" Haley asked.
"Dad's here!" she whispered.
"But we're not ready," Haley responded in slight panic, "we have to inform the elders."
"I tried, mum is not responding. I think all the elders are in session. It is up to the daughters' coven to proceed with taking down the male," Alex stated.
Haley put on black leggings and a warm tight jumper. She put on a pair of thick socks and Nike tennis shoes.
Alex sent a mass text to 4 other numbers, "Testiculi perdere."
They are a part of a coven of women 18 years and below who live within a few blocks from Lauriston Quay. They train together, learn about male's weaknesses, and protect each other from harm.
Four separate beeps sent both girls reassurance. She texted details to the other girls. They're on their way.
Phil set his glass down on the sink after his fourth. He took a deep breath and inhaled the warm alcohol fumes into his lungs.
He already had his shirt off when he reached the foot of the stairwell. Phil was extremely fit. He was slim but sinewy, muscular, and healthy.
The girls heard the familiar sounds of his steps on the wooden stairs. They watched him walk through the hallway, stop for a brief moment in front of their door, raise his knuckles as if to knock, but hesitate, and continue to the his bedroom and close the door behind him.
The girls clicked on the bedroom camera. He was shirtless. He had just the trace of hair on his chiseled chest. His belly was flat and rippled with muscles. He still had his gray wool slacks on. He removed both shoes and kicked them under the bed.
Alex quickly clicked on the bathroom cameras. there were three in there. One under the sink, one above the door, and one in the shower.
The girls saw him undress. His slacks dropped on the tile floor. He was wearing a light blue boxers that formed a bulge in the front.
The girls squirmed in delight.
"I still think Luke is bigger," Haley stated.
"Don't be silly, Dad will have a bigger cock because he is bigger and older," Alex responded.
Each girl was transfixed.
Phil stood in front of the toilet and pulled down the front of his underwear.
The girls heard the low continuous ripple of their father's piss.
Unfortunately, the cameras couldn't show his genitals from where he was standing.
"Darn it!" Alex exclaimed in frustration.
They watched their father do his bathroom routine. He washed his face. He pulled hair from his nostrils. He picked his nose. He let out a loud fart. He flossed his teeth, then brushed them. He gargled mouthwash.
They watched in suspense, hoping he would drop his boxers.
There was another beep. The girls will be late but they will let themselves in through the backdoor.
Haley started to text back and forth on her iPhone.
Alex never let her gaze off the screen. Her eyes were on her father's crotch. She sensed something. Quickly she switched to the under sink camera.
She saw he father rubbing the front of his underwear. Its contents flopped around. She recognized the shape of his penis underneath the fabric. It looked soft, cylindrical, and long. She would catch glimpses of his testicles peeking from the bottom of his shorts.
Phil kept rubbing his front. His penis started to elongate.
"Haley!" Alex blurted.
Haley stopped her texting and stared at the screen.
Both girls held their breaths in anticipation. Their father's shorts had a large tent in front. Clearly he had a large erection.
Phil had his right hand inside his shorts. He cupped his balls and squeezed them gently. He then grabbed the base of his penis and whipped the length of it around his shorts.
The girls were mesmerized. Alex thought she saw the pink head pop out of the fly front. Haley was moist and absent-mindedly touched the front of her pants.
Phil hooked both thumbs on the garters of his boxers and slowly pulled them down to the floor.
Haley squeezed her labia and came. Alex gasped and nearly fainted.
Phil
They have seen their fair share of genitals over the past few weeks, but to see their father in all his erect glory was like a new discovery. It was beautiful, they thought.
They had the ultimate front seat view. Phil was furiously pumping his penis. The girls heard him groan. It took less than one minute. Ropes of white cum spurted from his penis and landed on the sink. He spurted at least 10 times before stopping.
Alex was giddy. Haley was orgasmic.
Phil turned on the tap and washed his penis on the sink. He pulled his boxer shorts up and walked out of the bathroom into the bedroom. He sat on the foot of the bed and clicked the remote to turn on the TV.
Phil felt a twinge in his belly. Something is not sitting right. He got up to go to the bathroom but immediately fell on his knees.
He felt strange. His legs were likely jelly. He could barely get up. He held onto the side of the bed and pulled himself up.
His whole body felt wobbly. His belly started to grumble. There's some Gaviscon in the kitchen, he remembered.
He finally was able to get up on his feet. He held onto the walls and slowly made his way out of his bedroom, through the hallway, to the stairs.
Haley and Alex were still reeling from the sight of their father's penis and ejaculation.
"Dad's looking funny. It's working!" Alex said.
It was the 'quaker button' extract. A few drops in someone's favorite drink should render them helpless for a few hours. It was part of what they learned in the facility.
Phil made it to the top of the stair case and considered his options. He held on to the rail and sat on the top step. He was too weak to support his weight. He scooted his buttocks down one step and almost tumbled over.
Haley and Alex made their move. They walked out their bedroom and stood behind their father.
Phil felt their presence, "Girls, help your dad get up."
He slowly flipped his position, clambering over from buttocks to his knees. He knelt in from of the two girls. He raised both hands, reaching out for their support.
Haley and Alex each grabbed an arm and armpit. His skin was cold and clammy. They helped him on his feet. He was heavy.
He was able to make it to the top step, "You girls are finally useful for something," he mumbled.
Each girl still had him around each of his bicep. Alex and Haley looked at each other. Alex was burning in anger. Haley was indifferent.
Before Phil could take one more step. Alex released her support on his arm and gave him a slight nudge.
Phil teetered backwards. Haley grabbed onto right his arm with both hands to prevent him from falling.
"Alex!" she yelled.
Alex pretended to reach for an arm but instead grabbed the front of his boxers with both hands and squeezed.
Phil screamed.
Alex held on the shaft of his penis through the fly of his shorts and pulled. His weight and momentum were too much. Phil fell backwards. His buttocks landed first halfway the length of the stair case. Alex kept her grip on his penis for as long as she can. She felt it stretch out for at least a foot before she let go. Haley could not simply keep her grip.
He continued to tumble. His legs went over his head once. The momentum kept him going. His body somersaulted once more before finally landing at the foot of the stairs.
Phil landed on his back. His head was on the tile floor. His legs lay higher, resting on the steps.
"We killed him," Haley cried in panic.
Alex calmly walked down the stairs and stood between his legs which were slightly apart. His boxer shorts were now more revealing. His whole package was out for her to see through the leg opening that was hiked up.
She kicked his legs apart and sat closest to his groin.
She held both his testicles. They were large. Her hands could not contain his size. She pulled on them.
Phil gasped then coughed. He attempted to grab on to his balls but his arms were too weak.
"He's alive, " Alex replied.
They heard sounds from the kitchen door.
Three girls walked in. The rest of the coven has arrived.
***
The conclusion is coming soon!
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