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Dancing Lessons



   By Ed Rider



   If Randy had realized how wild Carmen's temper was, he would never have
gotten involved up with her.

   Not that he wasn't warned.  When he met her at a friend's party, she
captivated him, and he spent the night in deep conversation with her. 
Before he left to take her home, an ex-girlfriend pulled him aside.

   "Be careful with Carmen," she said.  "Carmen has a temper, and I've
heard stories about what she's done to men who trifle with her.  Since you
are a player, I suggest you stay as far away as possible.

   "Thanks," he said.  He didn't take advice from ex-girlfriends.  If he
had seen the twinkle in her eyes and the smile on her face as she walked
away, he might have realized his ex-girlfriend knew that and had been
playing him.

   Randy had a lot of ex-girlfriends.  He fell hard for a pretty face and a
good body, and for a few months, he couldn't get enough of them, especially
if they were as insatiable for sex as he was.  Some of them even moved in
with him.

   He wasn't devious or cruel.  It's just that as time wore on, another
pretty face or amazing body caught his eye, and he was pulled away.  He
couldn't help it, he would explain to the angry girl who was about to be
another ex, that's just the way he was.

   They didn't like being discarded like old garbage, and some of them were
still angry, but they all had to admit that he was never cruel, never
bragged about his conquests and was always as friendly and courteous to
them as he had been from day one.  It's just that he had no further use for
them.

   What he liked about Carmen was not only her striking beauty and her
lithe, well-proportioned body, but also her fire and passion.  She was a
professional dancer and dance instructor, and when he went to see her
perform, she always had the roles where she was the jealous woman who
either killed herself or took violent revenge on those who wronged her. 
She would throw her whole body into the role, and watching her turned Randy
on.  When they came home after one of her shows, both of them were wild in
bed and carried on until they fell asleep from sheer exhaustion.

   She moved in with him, and their intense relationship burned brightly
for more than four months.  But then she noticed that he wasn't as eager
for her as he had been earlier.

   When she asked him about it, he told her it wasn't her fault, that it
was normal that their sex was less frequent and less frenetic now.  That's
always how it was when couples were together a long time.  It was just a
new stage of their relationship.  She didn't like the explanations, but she
put up with them until the night she and some fellow dancers went to a bar
on the other side of town after a rehearsal.  While they were sitting
around a table talking, something caught her eye across the room.  She
squinted for a second, and then she was sure.  It was Randy with a pretty
young woman.

   She got home ahead of him, and when he walked in the door, she screamed
at him, "You liar!" He realized immediately that she knew, and he tried to
calm her down with his "That's the way I am" speech.  She would have none
of it and kept on cursing him and calling him a disgusting animal who was
incapable of being loyal to anything except his penis.

   As she got wilder, she got more graphic and began threatening him and
talking about things like taking a knife and cutting off his testicles.  He
saw that the conversation was getting nowhere and probably the best thing
he could do was leave and talk to her later when she had calmed down.

   As he got up, she screamed, "Come back here, you pig!" and then he saw
her start to open drawers in the kitchen.  He scrambled to get to the front
door and felt something heavy hit him in the back just before he ducked
out.

   He didn't return until the next night, when he knew she would be at a
rehearsal.  He dumped all of his stuff into the boxes he had brought and
left in a hurry.

   She called him a few days later, and her voice was calm.  "Nick," she
said, "we need to straighten out a few bills.  I'm moving out of the
apartment, because it's too expensive for me to be there alone.  Can you
come over?"

   "How about if we meet at Starbucks?" he said.  "I can be there in five
minutes."

   There was a pause at her end, and then she said calmly, "Fine.  I'll see
you there."

   The conversation at the coffee house started as all business.  They went
through the bills and divided things up fairly, with no objections from
either of them.  Then Carmen swept the papers into her purse and looked up
at him.

   "You know you aren't going to get away with this, Nick," she said.  Her
voice was soft, but there was an edge to her tone.

   "Get away with what?" he asked.  "I thought you were satisfied with the
way we split the bills."

   "I mean get away with humiliating me the way you did," she said.  "You
could have told me honestly that you weren't interested in continuing our
relationship.  I would have been angry, sure, but at least I could have
held my head up high.

   "But you lied to me and snuck around with your whore.  I'm sure some of
my friends saw you with her at that bar.  You demeaned me, and I'm not
going to forget it.  You're going to pay big time for what you did."

   "Listen to yourself, Carmen," he said.  "First of all, she's not a
whore, but a very nice person.  The reason I didn't say anything was
because I thought you would react like this, and I was trying to think of
the best way to tell you.  I love your craziness, especially in bed, but
this is an ugly side of it that isn't flattering to you."

   "So you loved my craziness," she said and snorted.  She was still
speaking softly with a steely tone.  "You're going to love it even more
when I figure out what to do to you.  Enjoy your nice new girlfriend while
you can.  Goodbye." She got up from the table and rushed out before he had
the chance to say another word.

   He was worried about his safety and put a double lock on the door of his
new apartment.  But after a few months of looking behind him, he gave up
the paranoia and settled into his normal life.  The new girlfriend gave way
to another new girlfriend a few months later, and Carmen was not showing up
at any of the bars or parties he went to, so he put her out of his mind
until the night we went to a dance concert and saw her performing one of
her usual passionate roles.  He shivered as she stabbed her false lover to
death and left the theater quickly with his current girlfriend after the
show.

   He spent some time at his girlfriend's apartment and arrived home around
1 a.m.  As he turned the key in the door, two figures came from the
darkness on either side of the porch and grabbed him.  One put a
handkerchief over his mouth and pressed hard.  He tried to yell, but only a
soft muffled sound came out.

   He saw it was two men as they pushed and dragged him down the steps to a
car parked in front of his house.  They shoved him in the back seat, and
one man pushed in next to him while the other man went around to the other
door and got on the other side.  Almost before the doors were slammed shut,
the car's tires screeched as it took off and drove quickly through the
darkened streets.

   That's when he noticed Carmen was sitting next to the driver.  He began
yelling, but nobody in the car responded to his shouts.  The windows were
all up, and after a while, he got short of breath and felt his voice
cracking, so he stopped and sat in silence.  Were they going to mutilate
him?  he thought.  Were they going to kill him?

   The car drove to an area of dark, deserted factories and pulled up to
the only one with a light shining out of some of its windows.  One man
pushed the handkerchief into his mouth again, and then both of them dragged
him into the building.  They pulled him up a flight of stairs and into a
large brightly lit room with a wooden floor and a few pieces of furniture
and sat him down in a chair.  When he saw Carmen enter the room with the
driver, he started to get up.

   "Sit down, Randy," she said.  "I can have you tied to that chair if you
prefer and gagged, too, although no one can hear anything around here
because all the other buildings in this neighborhood are empty.  I'll do
whatever it takes for you to sit there and listen to me."

   He sat back down.

   "You've probably guessed that it's payback time, but don't worry.  I'm
not as crazy as you think.  I saved money and planned this for months and
have had everything set up for more than two weeks.

   "Then I began having second thoughts and started backing away from my
plan.  I thought maybe I needed to control my rage and get you out of my
mind because thinking about revenge wasn't healthy for me.  I think I was
nearly ready to give it up, and then I saw you in the audience tonight with
another new girl.  I thought to myself, how many has he gone through since
he went through me?  How can he come here and watch me as if I was nothing
to him?  All my disgust with you came flooding back, and I knew I had to go
through with this or else I could never move on.

   "I'm not going to cut you up or do anything to physically hurt you. 
I've decided the best revenge is to demean you, because that's what you did
to me.  I'm not going to tell you more than you need to know right now,
because I want to surprise you.

   "First of all, you're going to be living here for the next five or six
months.  There are some bedrooms off this studio where some of my dancer
friends live.  They and some others are helping me out with this, and the
men are pretty strong.  When none of them can be here for a few hours, you
may have to be restrained in your bedroom for a while.  But we have a TV
there.

   "I spent a lot of time on your story.  You're emailing your office and
your girlfriend tomorrow that you had to leave in a hurry for Portland on a
family matter.  It's very personal and you don't want to hear from anyone,
except by email.  I don't think you've changed your password since we broke
up, have you?  I see you haven't.  I'm sorry, but you know I can't help
being jealous, so I watched you until I found out what it was so I could
check your email and see if any girls were writing you.  I apologize.

   "You're asking for a nine-month leave of absence, but you're telling
your office you'll probably be back before then.  If they don't give it to
you, you're telling them that you'll have to quit, and to please hold any
money that's owed to you until you get back.  Your relatives in Portland
will take care of all your finances until then.

   "If your current girlfriend has a key to your apartment and goes over
there tomorrow, she'll find all the perishables were taken out to the
dumpster and everything's tidy, as if you're away on a trip.  If she writes
you, you'll respond in brief messages telling her you have no time to talk
or write and she'll have to wait a few months.  If that's not good enough
for her, you'll tell her you're sorry and will understand if she feels she
needs to break up.

   "As other friends find out you've left, you'll write similar messages to
them until they leave you alone.  We'll take care of your messages from the
computer here."

   "The idea is for them to leave you in peace until after your
performance. No, you won't be performing for them.  It will be a private
dance concert in this rehearsal room for me and a few of my friends.  I
collaborated with a couple of them on the choreography, and it's going to
be a wild, erotic number.  You'll be spending the next few months acquiring
the skills and learning the steps to be able to perform it.

   "There are some other things that will happen, and some of them are
uncomfortable.  But none of them are dangerous, and you won't be hurt. 
There will even be some pleasure for you.

   "That's all I have time to tell you now.  Tonight, you're going to sleep
in the restraints so you get used to them.  I'll see you tomorrow morning
when we get started on the program.  I see you're ready to start talking or
yelling.  That's fine because I'm done.  Nobody will stop you, but I hope
you realize that if you do that too often, you'll not only get hoarse and
out of breath, but you could strain your vocal cords and damage your
voice."



   The next morning, one of the large men he had met the night before
untied him and watched him closely as they both ate breakfast.  When they
were done, Carmen walked in with two women dressed in what looked like
medical scrubs.

   "Bring him to the lab," she told the man, and he held Randy's arm as
they followed the three women into a brightly lit room that was painted
white.  In the middle of the room was a hospital bed with some metal
structures attached to one end.  The man led Randy to the bed and pushed
him down on it on his back.  Before he could respond, one woman was
unfastening his belt buckle while the other one unzipped his fly and the
man pulled off his shoes.  He was yelling, and he saw Carmen sitting in a
chair watching him and smiling.

   Each woman pulled on a pant leg and lifted the leg up as he tried in
vain to press down on the bed to stop them.  Then both grabbed his briefs
and quickly ripped them down his body and off of him.

   Carmen gathered the pants and briefs from the floor.  "I'll be taking
these," she said.  "You won't need them for a few months." While she was
talking, the women were lifting his legs in the air again and attaching
them to the metal frames sticking up from the bed.  He noticed that his
legs fit snugly into curved trays, and that straps were wrapped around them
and tightened.  The women then stepped away from him.

   "This is an old birthing bed with antique stirrups that I found," Carmen
said.  "They were used to hold women still and spread wide apart while they
were giving birth.  But we're going to use them to groom you for your
performance."

   She came over to the bed and sat down in a chair beside him.  "OK," she
said, "you can lower him now.

   As the bed was lowered to her waist level she reached for a plastic
squeeze bottle and squeezed some oil on her hands and then reached over and
took hold of his genitals.  He tried to move away from her, but the
restraints on his legs didn't let him move far.

   Then he saw the women pull the leg holders wider apart.  After that,
they both grabbed him by the waist and pulled him forward, toward the end
of the bed.  When they did this, his legs were pulled back over him, and
his naked rear hung over the edge of the bed slightly.  "He's in position,"
said one of the women, and he felt Carmen's hands start to move on him.

   "Great," she said.  "I'm going to get him started today, because I know
just how he responds.  Watch me for a moment, girls, because I can't come
tomorrow." They came over and watched her pump his member and manipulate
his sack.  Then one of them left and wheeled over a hospital stand with a
plastic sack full of liquid hanging from it.  He felt a greasy finger enter
his rear, which got him even more excited, and then it was withdrawn and
something else was inserted.  He looked between his legs and saw a long
tube connected to the plastic sack disappearing between his thighs. 
Finally it stopped.  He felt it deep inside him.

   "Ok, hold it ladies," said Carmen.  "This is how I want you to do it. 
See how big his dick is.  It's now fully extended.  Such a nice long, thick
dick.  Too bad he can't keep it in his pants whenever he sees a skirt.  Now
listen closely to his breathing.  Try to time it.  See how it's getting
faster.  OK, when it's this fast, he's close.  Look at his face.  See, he's
ready.  As soon as you hear a break in the rhythm, turn the spigot on. 
"Now!  Now!  Turn it!  Turn it!"

   "As she began yelling, he erupted, sending shafts of thick white semen
spurting up his body where Carmen was directing them, landing mostly on his
chest, but he felt some get as far as his chin.  Just as he began, he felt
a flood of warm liquid going into him from the tube, filling him up
quickly.

   When he had finished thrusting and squirting and his breathing slowed
down, he looked up at the big plastic liquid bag and saw it was empty."

   "How did that feel?" said Carmen.  "An enema and an orgasm at the same
time.  I've never done that, and don't know if I want to.  But you seemed
to enjoy it, so I know that there's at least one thing you'll like for the
next few months.

   "Now in a few minutes, you're going to need to expel.  We can do this
the dirty way or the clean way.  My friends can capture everything in a
large bedpan for you and then wash you off without moving you.  Or if you
cooperate, they'll unstrap you for a while and take you to the toilet and
wash you off there after you've finished.  Which will it be?"

   "Toilet," said Randy through gritted teeth.

   "Hurry ladies, I think he's ready," said Carmen.



   When he came back to the room with the women, he felt weak and exhausted
and didn't say anything or try to resist when they strapped his legs in
again and pulled him forward so that his rear was spread wide again.  He
saw one of them take a small red bottle and open it, pulling out a brush
covered with a bright red color.  It looked like red nail polish.  The
woman moved the brush between his legs, and he felt a tickling around his
anus as she brushed there, dipping the brush back into the bottle several
times.

   "She's marking you for the transplant," said Carmen.  "Now we have to
let the polish dry.  In a few minutes you're going to feel a sting in each
of your butt cheeks from a needle.  You're getting an injection, but don't
worry because it's just a local anesthetic so you won't feel any pain for
the next couple of hours.

   "My friends are trained nurses who work in depilaton, and I'm paying for
them to work on you.  They are are trained experts in hair follicle removal
and transplantation.  Rather than shave your pubic hair, they will
permanently remove it, one follicle at a time.  It will be done carefully
so that you won't have any scars.  Your hairless crotch and balls will be
something to remember me by after your performance.  Maybe it will turn on
your next girlfriend.

   "There.  See, the injection didn't hurt much, and you're probably
already numb.  For the next couple of hours, you've got to lie very still
while they work so there aren't any accidents.  You'll probably fall
asleep. They'll be doing this almost every morning.  There are thousands of
follicles to remove.  I've got to go now.  I'll try to check in on you
tonight."

   Randy yelled after her for a while, but then he tired and lay back.  As
the women worked, all he felt were slight pushes every now and then.  It
wasn't uncomfortable.  He fell asleep.



   "Time for lunch," said the man shaking him.  It was a different man, one
he hadn't seen before, but he was bigger and stronger looking than the
previous one.  Randy was lying on the bed in the white lab, but the women
were gone."

   He sat up and looked at the man.  "Put these on for now," said the man,
handing him a pair of cotton panties.  Randy looked at them in disgust for
a few minutes but finally slipped them on and walked ahead of the man into
the kitchen.

   After a sandwich, the man took him into the large room they called the
studio, where a woman who looked to be in her 50s was waiting for him next
to an iron rod full of hanging clothes.

   "Hello, dearie," she said when the two men approached.  "It's time for
your fitting.  Let's see.  Tall, flat on top, nice round rear, legs a bit
muscular.  You're a bit odd, aren't you?  Thank goodness I have some odd
sizes here.  Here, put this one on."

   She handed Randy a bright polka-dot dress, but he looked at her and
didn't take it.  What's going on?  he thought while the man reached around
him and took the dress, then pushed it at him.  "Here, put this on," he
said repeating what the woman had told him.

   "I don't wear dresses," said Randy.

   "You do here," said the man, "if you don't want to get hurt."

   Randy took the dress and tried to figure out how to put it on.  The
woman came over and showed him how to step into it, then buttoned it up
behind him.  It flared out from his waist and reached his knees.

   "That looks quite nice," said the woman.  "Now let's accessorize." She
looked at his feet and turned to a pile of shoeboxes lying on the floor. 
"Extra, extra large.  Here, try these on.  She handed him some bright green
heels that matched some of the dots on the dress.  Randy took them and sat
down.  They were tight, but with a little effort, he could pull them on.

   "Stand up, dearie, and let's have a look at you."

   Randy stood up and wobbled on the heels.  "That suits you," said the
woman.  She went to the other side of the room.  "Now walk this way," she
said.  Randy stood there for a moment and then looked at the man, who was
glaring at him.  He started walking toward the woman, swaying to keep his
balance.  When he got to her, he couldn't stop himself and reached his arms
out to the wall to keep from crashing into her and falling over.

   "I see you've never been to modeling school," the woman said.  "We have
a lot of work to do.  Carmen wants you to be comfortable on heels much
higher than this, and she also wants a lot of lateral movement from your
rear.  An hour of practice a day, and we'll have you doing a sexy sashay in
no time.  Let's get started."

   After trying to follow her instructions for an hour on the wobbly shoes,
he was exhausted.  The man said to him, "Walk to your bedroom in the heels.
From now on, you'll be wearing heels all day and evening, except for the
lab in the morning and practice in the afternoon."

   In the room, the man pulled open drawers until he found a leotard, leg
warmers and dance practice shoes.  He laid them on the bed and said,
"Change into these and come back into the studio." He turned and left.

   Randy pulled off the high heels and got dressed in the dance outfit.

   When he returned to the studio, there was a muscular woman there dressed
similarly to him.  She was all business.  She didn't greet him, but
immediately said, "I understand you're fine aerobically, but you know
nothing about dance.  So today, let's start with just warmup exercises." An
hour later, he was drenched in sweat and exhausted.  He was told to take a
shower, put on the dress and high heels again and go to the kitchen for
dinner.  After dinner, he walked back to the bedroom.  He was trying to
concentrate on figuring out how to escape from this place, but he was so
tired that he dropped to the bed and fell asleep in his clothes.

   When another man woke him the next morning, the dress was hanging in his
closet with some others and he was just wearing panties.  "It's late," said
the man.  "Don't put on your clothes today.  Just follow me to the
kitchen."

   After a quick breakfast, he was led back to the lab and strapped into
the stirrups again.  This time one of the two technicians worked on his
genitals, while the other inserted the enema tube.  Once again, as he began
coming, the enema began filling him up.  And as he began to breathe hard
and try to hold back, he was led to the toilet.

   The next two hours were also similar: first the injections, then the
numbness and the women working on him as he fell asleep.

   After lunch, it was back to his room to change into a different dress,
hose and high heels, then to the studio for walking lessons from the older
lady, followed by another change into practice clothes and some intensive
dance training.

   After two exhausting days of this, the third day he was allowed to rest
all day, except for the lab session.  The only requirement was that he had
to wear the dress and heels all day.

   A week later, Carmen showed up at the lab in the morning with a slender
friend dressed in a black pants outfit.  "This is Leslie," she told Randy,
"a fantastic dancer who will be your partner in the big show.  Leslie will
dance the man's role, and you'll dance the woman's.  To get you into the
right attitude for your role, Leslie is going to fuck you this morning and
as often as possible before your lab sessions."

   Randy tried to move, but he was already strapped in tightly.  And his
ass was pulled apart and pushed into the air.  The bed was lowered and
Leslie walked between his legs.

   Then he saw that sticking out from Leslie's crotch was a long dildo. 
Some fingers pushed lube into his anus, and the dildo was pushed to the
entrance.  The push was soft but relentless, and in a couple of minutes it
had entered him.  Then Leslie slowly pushed it all the way in and began
pushing and pulling in and out of him.  It felt uncomfortable and made his
mind reel.

   Now Carmen sat down next to him again and started pumping his penis and
manipulating his balls with her grease-covered hands.  This time he didn't
respond, because he was concentrating too hard on trying to relax so the
dildo didn't hurt so much as it went in and out.

   After a few minutes of no results, Carmen spoke to one of the
technicians.  "Wheel the breast pump over here," she said.  As Leslie kept
humping away, Carmen said to the technician, "Watch what I'm doing.  First
turn on the pump.  Then take this long tube with the suction cup in your
hand and place the cup at the tip of his cock.  See how it's pulling it in
and out very slowly.  Now watch what happens."

   After a few minutes, Randy's face loosened up.  He tried to concentrate
on his bowels, but he was having a harder and harder time.  Soon he was
breathing hard, and his pelvis was thrusting at the suction cup.  As she
heard the familiar pattern of breathing that indicated he was about to
come, Carmen said, "Now, Leslie, now!" Leslie made one more big push into
him and erupted inside him.  As Randy's come exploded onto his chest, he
felt one squirt after another inside him until he felt uncomfortably filled
up inside his bowels.

   When he looked down, he saw that Leslie's dildo was connected to a tube
that led to a large rubber bulb.  At Carmen's signal, Leslie had started
squeezing the bulb, forcing the liquid into Randy.

   Now as Leslie withdrew, Rand felt just as he did after an enema, and
when he started squirming, one of the technicians led him to the toilet. 
When he got back, Leslie was gone.  Carmen told the technicians, "Use the
breast pump the same way I did today until I come back next week and show
you something different.  Make sure you tell Leslie right when he's about
to come, so the soapy water squirts into him at the same time he's
squirting out.  We're conditioning him to come whenever he feels a fluid
spurting into his ass."

   She left, and the technicians injected him, he became numb and they went
to work.  It was the start of another grueling day.  It continued like
that: two days of heavy work, one day of rest, except for Leslie and the
lab, followed by two more days of walking and dancing.  A week and a half
later, Carmen was in the lab again.

   "I've heard you're doing much better in your heels and you are starting
to understand choreography," she said.  "I'm really pleased.  I told your
teacher that I want you to learn how to run today.  Also, today we're going
to vary things with Leslie.  Please watch what I do, ladies."

   After Leslie began humping his rear and the sucking bulb brought him to
full erection, Carmen took the bulb away and began to work him with greasy
hands.  Soon his tool was sagging.  She waited until it was lying flat
again and he was squirming and moaning with the discomfort of the Leslie's
dildo.

   Then she put the suction cup to the tip of the penis again.  This time
it sprang up right away.  She watched as he grew more agitated from the
pump, and then removed it again and replaced it with her hands.  Again, his
hardness didn't last long, but he was quickly at full attention once the
sucking cup returned.

   "Watch ladies.  You need to experiment with the cup.  I think I've found
the right combination for today." She showed them how his body was
thrusting at the suction cup.  Then she put it aside and began pumping his
tool hard with her hands.  This time he was so far along that he kept
going, responding to her and exploding just after she told Leslie, "Now,
Leslie, now!"

   "I want you to wean him off the suction cup ladies.  Each day, try to
use less of the cup and more of your hands until he's totally in your
hands. Understand." She left and the day went on as usual.

   There were no mirrors in Randy's room, but they were all around the
walls of the studio and he could see how he was progressing.  He could now
see himself walking on high heels without tipping, even while swaying his
ass back and forth in an exaggerated motion.  The woman told him he had to
sway his rear with every step, and when he forgot, she had one of the large
men turn Randy over his lap, lift up his dress and give him five stinging
swats on his panties.  Randy soon learned to swing his ass from side to
side automatically when he walked.  He even did it when he was in his dance
gear, just so he wouldn't forget.  He felt disgusted with himself when he
was doing it, but he didn't want to take a chance on some even more
disgusting -- and painful -- swats.

   Today the older woman said to him, "We're going to start running."

   "How in the world can anyone run in heels?" he said.

   "Watch me," she said and she began running to the other end of the room.
She had raised up on her toes and was taking tiny steps and jiggling in all
directions with each minced step as she rapidly moved across the room and
back.  She looked like a little child, except she was an older woman, so it
made her look ridiculous.

   "That's how women in high heels run," she said, "Now you do it," she
said.

   She waited expectantly as he stood there thinking, but then he decided
this was better than swats, so he stood on his toes and began prancing
around.  It felt humiliating as she kept shouting "faster, faster." He
minced around the room until he couldn't stay on his toes one more second,
and then he collapsed on the couch.

   "Excellent," the woman said.  "You got that a lot faster than the heels.
We'll practice that every day from now on until you can run a few laps
around the room in your heels." She laughed.  "Tomorrow, we'll begin
working on the last phase of high heels training, walking backwards.  Don't
look at me like that?  Everybody needs to take a step or two backwards
occasionally, and you'll need to do it a lot more, because I understand
that next week you'll be starting to rehearse your dance routine with
Leslie, and that will involve a lot of backward dancing when you're being
led."

   The lab routine, high heel walking and dance sessions continued day
after day.  Gradually the lab techs weaned him away from the suction cup
and even though Leslie's dildo was tormenting his rear hole, he found
himself responding to the greasy hands that kept building his urgency and
then slowing him down so that he eventually he lost control and erupted as
liquid from the dildo squirted into his rear.

   Since there were no mirrors in his room, it wasn't until he was naked in
the shower one time and looked down that he was shocked to see a huge patch
of hairless skin from a couple of inches below his belly button until past
the start of his penis.  He realized that this is what the techs were doing
to him after they numbed his crotch, but it scared him to see it and he
didn't look again.

   He noticed that even hours after Leslie finished with the dildo, he felt
a tickling at his anus.  Then the tickling turned into an itch that first
distracted him and then disconcerted him.  When he was busy with the
increasingly demanding dance steps, he was able to forget about the itch,
but sometimes during the high heel sessions, it bothered him so much that
he squirmed and shook his rear to try to relieve it.

   One time the older woman saw him and stopped him.  "What was that?" she
said.  "Do it again, what you just did with your rear?" He hesitated, but
she was insistent and he finally gave in.

   "That's terrific.  You're really swinging your ass wide from left to
right now, and it's so sexy.  You look like you can't wait for someone to
jump you.  But that extra wiggle of the ass that you've thought up is one
step beyond that.  It's going to drive the audience nuts.  I want you to
keep doing it, and let's see if you can incorporate it while you run."

   Randy wasn't happy about her excitement, but from then on he added his
squirming wiggle to his swaying rear when he walked.

   The itching was still driving him crazy until by accident, he found some
relief.  One day he bent over to pick up some clothes on the floor and
noticed that the itching didn't feel as strong.  He began moving in
different ways and getting into different positions.  Finally, he found the
way that gave him the most relief.  It was when he was bending over toward
the front and sticking his rear out behind him and spreading his legs
apart. He felt his anus opening a little when he did this, and he even
imagined it was getting some air.  It helped with the itching, and if he
squatted down and opened wider, the itching almost disappeared.  But he
couldn't stand or walk that way for long, so he gave that up and stuck to
just pushing his rear out and keeping his legs as wide apart as he could.

   The older lady noticed this the next day during high heel classes, and
she was delighted.  "You look even hotter with your ass sticking out and
your legs spread," she said.  "Keep doing that along with your sways and
wiggles and squirms.  Carmen is going to love it."

   Carmen was there the next morning, and she told him she was pleased to
hear about the new additions to his walk and his progress on the dance. 
"We're almost ready," she said.  "Today we're going to start the final
phase of the lab work.  The ladies have removed almost all the hair from
your crotch.  Your penis and everything around it is hairless.  All they
have to do is finish the bottom of your balls.

   "Before they begin, I'm going to teach you the final part of your
preparation with Leslie.  Leslie tells me you are turning into a great
dance partner and your moves are very sexy and a big turn on.

   "OK, Leslie, stick it in and begin fucking Randy's ass.  Let's get a
good quick rhythm going.  He's feeling it.  See his face twisting around
and his body trying to squirm away from you.  Now let's get him focused on
his pleasure."

   She began working on Randy with her hands, gradually bringing him to the
edge.  He was almost there, when she took her hands off of him, took his
hands and covered them with the lube.  "Now you finish," she said and she
placed his hands on his equipment.

   "No!" he cried out.  "I'm so close.  Please finish me."

   "From now on, you have to finish yourself," she said.  "When you can do
that, you'll be ready for the performance, and after that, you'll go home.
So get going."

   But he drew his hands away.  The humiliation of playing with himself
while Leslie was doing his rear and Carmen was watching was too much.  He
slowly wilted and then all he felt was he pain and discomfort inside his
rear.

   "Have it your way," said Carmen.  "I'm not going to force you, and don't
worry, you won't get any swats.  OK, Leslie, you can squirt into him now.
He's not coming today.  I'll be back tomorrow morning, and we'll try
again."

   Randy felt frustrated, but the day proceeded normally, except that
night, for the first time since he arrived, he was put into restraints when
he went to bed.  He lay on his back, and his feet and arms were all pulled
away from his body.  He could wiggle a little, but he couldn't even scratch
his nose.

   The next morning was a repeat from the previous day.  Carmen was there
again and after she had worked him up to a fever pitch, she again replaced
her hands with his.  He didn't carry on, and eventually his mast fell over.
In addition to his frustration, he felt a slight stab of pain when this
happened.

   The following day, Carmen was there again.  "How are you feeling this
morning?" she asked before they began.

   "Strange," he said.  "Even though I haven't touched them, my balls hurt.
The pain has been coming and going since yesterday.  I hope it's nothing
serious."

   "Don't worry," she said.  "It will be fine eventually, but today I think
it might get a lot worse."

   "What do you mean?" he said.

   "Well, if you don't bring yourself off this morning, it will be three
days, and from what I understand, your blue balls will hurt so much you'll
want to tear them off.  That's why you have to sleep with restraints now.
Let's get started Leslie."

   As Leslie got into a rhythm, Carmen took Randy in her hands again and
began building him up.  His body pushed up into her slimy fist harder and
harder, becoming frantic.  He had to get off this morning.

   Then she took her hands away and placed his where she had been.  His
face was anguished and he was on the verge of tears.  He tried to make his
hands begin stroking, but he hesitated.

   "Finish up, Leslie," said Carmen.  "No orgasm today."

   Randy screamed, "No!  No!" as his insides were flooded.  "I'll do it
right now." He started feeling the pain as Carmen was wiping his hands off.

   "Too late," she said.  "You've got to expel soon, and the ladies have to
get to work.  But maybe tomorrow, if you're ready."

   The next day, there was no hesitation.  The second Carmen stopped
working on him, he brought his hands into play and began urgently pumping.
Almost before Carmen could say, "Now, Leslie, now!" a huge gusher of white
was streaming into the air, traveling so far up his body that he felt some
of it hit him in the face.

   "That looked great," Carmen said, laughing.  "Ladies, were you watching?
That's what I want you to do every day from now on.  One of you will get
him started, and then you'll turn the stroking over to him.  Each day I
want you to stop a few seconds earlier, so that in a week or so, he'll be
doing it from the beginning.  If he doesn't cooperate, don't let him come
until he does and make sure that he's put into restraints that night.  But
I don't think that will be necessary.

   "Also, I want you to help him direct his explosion right into his face
from now on.  You might have to pull his legs back a little further so his
dick is aimed in the right direction.  With his cooperation and your
guidance, he should be able to hit the bullseye every day.

   "Once he can do that, I want him to open his mouth as wide as possible
when he comes, so that he squirts right into it.  I know that will be hard
for him even when he's trying, and he'll be reluctant at first.  But I know
with your help, he can do it.  If you see he isn't trying, he doesn't get
to come for two days.  Understand.  Good.  I've got to go."

   Leslie left after the session every morning, but was back in the
afternoon for the rehearsals.  Leslie would spin him around, dance away
from him and back to him and posture like a flamenco dancer.  Leslie's hair
was short and slicked back.  With finely chiseled facial features, this
made for a look that was sort of butch, but it was set off by a beautiful
face and a lascivious mouth.

   The dance they did was an erotic courting dance.  Their bodies rubbed
against each other in all sorts of positions, and as they moved against
each other, and Randy looked at her face, he often felt his member stirring
inside his leotard.

   His costume was a blouse and a skirt of multiple layers of scarves.  He
pulled scarves off as the dance progressed, until by the end he was barely
covered in one layer of scarves.  He usually wore a leotard under the scarf
skirt, but they sometimes practiced with him wearing nothing underneath.

   For the whole dance, he was in high heels, but not as high as the ones
he now wore the rest of the day.  Practice on those had made moving around
on the lower heels a snap, and he ran on his tiptoes, swayed his rear,
wiggled and squirmed, spread his legs and thrust his rear far back.  All
the moves were incorporated into the dance.

   The dance ended with Leslie sitting facing the back of a cane chair with
legs wide apart while the horny girlfriend, Randy, was dancing a sexy solo
to get the partner aroused even more.

   Randy would pull off the last scarf from his skirt costume and put it
between his legs with one hand holding it in front and the other in back.
As he moved it back and forth over his crotch, simulating masturbation, he
spread his legs wide and jumped closer and closer to Leslie, until Leslie
grabbed the scarf and pulled Randy close and gave him a long wet kiss.

   The rubbing during the earlier parts of the dance stimulated Randy, and
he had a hard time controlling himself while pulling the scarf between his
legs.  By the time of the final kiss, his rod was rock hard, often making a
wet spot on the scarf he slid between his legs.  Sometimes Leslie looked
down at the spot and up into Randy's face with a smile so lascivious that
Randy was turned on.

   One day Carmen came by in the afternoon and watched the rehearsal.  She
applauded when it was over.

   "You're ready," she pronounced.  "I'm inviting my friends who are in on
this to come over Saturday afternoon for the world premiere performance. 
Do a good job, and the next day you'll be back in your apartment."

   Feelings of humiliation and degradation mixed with the itching by his
anus came back to Randy as she said this.  He moved to spread his legs and
push his rear out.  He'd have to see a doctor about that itching once he
got out of here.

   Earlier that week, the lady technicians told him they had finished their
work, and they cleared out, but he still went to the lab every day to
masturbate while being pumped by Leslie's dildo.

   The two days before the performance, Leslie pumped him full of enema
liquid, but Carmen held onto his hands and he wasn't allowed to pleasure
himself.  He was also restrained at night again, so his hands couldn't get
to his aching equipment.

   "It's so you'll be really hot and excited for the show," explained
Carmen.  "It will make the dance even more erotic."

   On the day of the show, after he had expelled, he went right to the
shower, and Carmen helped him into the costume on his bed and with the red
wig he would be wearing.  He wore the same kind of scarf skirt he had worn
in rehearsal, but these scarves were more colorful and more sheer.  He
could look down and see his strange looking hairless crotch through several
layers of scarves.  He quickly turned his head away.  The high heel shoes
were bright red patent leather and fit him comfortably.

   As he was led into the studio, he saw all the factory windows had been
covered and it was totally dark.  Then some lights came on illuminating the
wooden floor.  He saw 10 or 12 people sitting in the dark at the edge of
the lighted area.  Next to them was a piece of furniture that was long and
low, but he couldn't make it out.

   The introductory music began and Leslie came over and took his hand. 
When their cue arrived, they swept out into the light, and he noticed that
there were video cameras on tripods around the lighted area and a couple of
men walking around them with handheld cameras.

   Then he had to focus on the tricky steps to the dance.  The music was
Latin and began slowly and built up to a frenetic climax.  As he began
moving and rubbing faster and faster, Randy felt his tool getting aroused.

   Finally, he was down to the last minute where he rubbed the scarf
between his legs.  He spread his legs and hopped toward Leslie.  As he
began pulling the scarf between his legs, his penis was sticking straight
out.  He hadn't had an orgasm in three days and felt that if he didn't stop
soon he'd explode right there on the dance floor.

   Finally, one of Leslie's hands pulled Randy forward with the scarf, a
spotlight was directed at Randy's hairless crotch, the music stopped and
all went dark.  The audience cheered and whistled and clapped for a minute
until the spotlight came on again, and Leslie pulled Randy into it and
pulled him down into a deep bow.

   They had rehearsed this part, but not with Randy's hairless crotch and
his aroused penis exposed in the spotlight.  There were more cheers as they
bowed several more times.  Under the cheering, Randy heard a noise of
something being dragged along the wooden floor, but he couldn't see
anything because of the light in his eyes.  His face was red from both the
stimulus of the scarf rubbing between his legs and the embarrassment of
being displayed in full bloom.

   Carmen stepped next to them in the spotlight and began talking into a
wireless microphone.  "I want to thank Leslie and of course Randy for a
fantastic performance.  All the weeks of hard work have paid off, and the
two of you were amazing." There was more applause and cheers.

   "Now as a special surprise, we've prepared an encore.  It's a surprise
for Randy, too, although he learned this dance as part of his training, so
I'm sure he'll do great if he can focus on the steps." As she said this,
she took hold of his member and wagged it a few times to laughter and more
cheering.  Where was the humiliation going to end?  Randy wondered.

   The music started, and it was a sexy tango that he and Leslie had
rehearsed.  Leslie pulled him close and they began moving around the dark
floor, lit only by two spotlights.

   They were at the part where their bodies were tight together and the
steps were fast when suddenly they bumped into something and went flying.
Startled, Randy looked around and as he did intense lighting came on
illuminating them from above and below.

   They had landed on a bed that hadn't been there before, with Leslie on
top of him.  As he looked around him, Randy saw pole lamps, tripods with
video cameras aimed at them and the audience gathered around the bed as he
heard Carmen's voice.

   "The encore dance is ending with the boyfriend and girlfriend
consummating their passionate love," she said, as he felt his blouse, the
skirt scarf holder and his shoes being removed, making him completely
naked.

   So this was the final humiliation Leslie was going to use the dildo on
him in front of Carmen's friends.  He tried to get up, but Leslie was
holding his legs tight and high in the air as he squirmed.  He looked up
and saw a flat screen monitor suspended from the ceiling just above their
heads.  One of the cameras was behind Leslie and shooting right at Randy's
brightly lit hairless crotch.  It looked grotesque.

   Still holding his legs up, Leslie now began to push them back and pull
them apart.  He knew Leslie was strong, but he didn't realize how strong
until now.  He couldn't move as he saw in the monitor that his rear was
being pulled into the air and his cheeks spread apart.  Then he almost
fainted.

   He saw Carmen bend down and pull his cheeks even wider, as her friends
cheered.  Between the cheeks was a huge bush of hair.  It was sweaty and
matted, and barely visible in the middle of the bush was his anus.  The big
thatch of hair made his anus almost look like a vagina.  Now he realized
what was causing his itching.

   He put all his effort into trying again to get loose, with little
success.  Carmen let go of his cheeks and brought the wireless mike to his
face.  "What have you got to say, Randy?" she said.  "We've made a vagina
for you to enjoy at home when you're not going from one vagina to another.
I wish I could be there the first time you go to a hair removal office and
they see what they have to remove.  Do you think they'll make you have an
enema before they work on you like we did?

   "Talk to me Randy.  We want to hear what you think as Leslie makes love
to you.  It will make the video more special."

   Randy ignored her and looked up at the monitor again.  Leslie had handed
each of Randy's legs to a woman on either side of the bed and was
unbuttoning the dancing outfit.  Randy had never seen Leslie without a
shirt, and soon he saw that Leslie was even flatter than he had thought. 
There were no breasts, only hard muscles.

   Then the pants started to come off, and Randy screamed as Carmen began
speaking again.

   "I guess you thought Leslie was a girl," she said.  "Lots of people do,
because he's so thin and has those fine Castilian features.  But Leslie is
all man, and he enjoys satisfying both women and men with that long dick
that's as thick as a snake.  It's not going to go in as easily as that
dildo he was using, but I'm sure you can handle it.

   "Now what you and Leslie do in your mating game is up to the two of you.
You can resist, as he tries to persuade you with his charms.  The only
thing you have to do is talk to us.  We want to hear sounds from you and
Leslie as you're doing your special dance.  Understand?"

   Randy ignored her as he stared in horror at the monitor.  Leslie had his
pants off and was moving closer to him with his monster sticking out in
front of him.  He was now placing it into Randy's bush and leaning forward,
pushing Randy's legs further back.

   "Don't worry, Randy," said Carmen.  "When we cleaned you out today, we
used a mixture that was mostly lube, so you are all oiled up inside.  But
you need to start talking.  It's not an option to stay silent." She moved
the microphone away from her mouth to in front of his mouth again, but he
turned his head away.

   Now the giant cylinder had moved through the red bush and was pressing
against his hole.  It was huge.  There was no way he could let it in.  He
concentrated on keeping his anus tightly shut.  His mouth was pursed and
his forehead wrinkled with the effort.

   "Say something, Randy," said Carmen.  She was speaking in his ear and
holding the microphone at his mouth.  He ignored her to concentrate on
keeping his anus tightly shut.

   Carmen put the microphone back to her mouth.  "Ladies and gentlemen, I
can't hear a thing from Randy.  I think we've got a technical problem.  I'm
going to put the mike down by his face and adjust a couple of knobs.  Randy
felt a hand grab his testicles and squeeze hard.  He screamed loudly into
the mike and then gasped, because as he screamed, he lost his concentration
for a second, and Leslie had pushed into his anus.  Now the huge pole was
slowly moving deeper into him, and he was in agony.

   "No!  No!  No!" Randy began yelling as he took deep breaths and tried to
cope with the pain.  Carmen was back beside him holding the microphone at
his mouth.

   "That's it," she said.  "Now you're doing great, Randy.  Express
yourself.  Tells us what it feels like with your moaning and breathing and
crying.  They are as good as any words could be.  Experience Leslie deep
inside you.  Enjoy him.  Get into the moment."

   Randy grimaced and twisted his facial muscles wildly as Leslie slowly
buried himself inside him.  When the entire pole was hidden in his bush,
Leslie began slowly moving it in and out.  Just a couple of inches at first
and then more and more of it.  As the speed increased he pulled more of it
out and plunged it all the way in again.  Randy's commentary of moans,
shrieks, gasps and panting grew louder.

   Leslie also became more vocal and soon there was a symphony of sounds of
Leslie's pleasure and Randy's pain.

   "I see you're close to coming, Leslie, but hold back a while longer,"
said Carmen.  "We need to do one more thing for the cameras.  Lift his legs
a little further back.  Wait until the audience sees what Randy can do.

   "OK, now Randy, you know what to do.  You haven't had a release in a few
days, and there's a huge amount of semen you need to release.  I'm putting
some lube on your hands.  I know you're feeling a lot of discomfort from
Leslie's loving, so I'll get you started.  There, see how fast you got
hard. You really need a release.  Now you take over.

   "Randy, we need your cooperation.  You haven't come in three days, and
if you don't come now your balls are going to be in tremendous pain
tonight. We'll could keep doing this every day until you get it right."

   She's bluffing, Randy thought.  He didn't move his hand.

   "OK, everybody," said Carmen, "I think we've got another technical
glitch.  Randy can't hear me.  Maybe I need to twist some knobs again."

   When he heard this, Randy's hands shot to his genitals like a lightning
bolt and he began pumping his penis rapidly.  "False alarm," said Carmen.
"Everything's under control.  OK.  Let me adjust you while you're pumping
yourself.  A little this way, now a little higher.  Steady.  OK, all
systems are go.  Now open your mouth wide.  Come on, Randy.  Do I need to
turn some knobs.  That's it."

   Now there were new sounds coming from Randy and Leslie, low and high,
soft and loud, breathy and strong.  They rose louder and louder, crashing
like waves until for an instant, everything was hushed.  Then the largest
wave came thundering in as Leslie exploded into Randy's anus, which
triggered Randy exploding into his mouth and the audience standing around
the bed exploding into applause and cheers.

   Randy was still lying on his bed in a daze when Carmen walked in the
next morning.

   "I guess this is the sad parting," she said.  She smiled broadly.  "I
have to say you disrespected me more than any man I've ever met, but I've
also never done anything like this before.  So let's call it even.

   "When you get home, you'll be able to see all the emails that went back
and forth, so you can easily figure out your story about getting back to
town.  You may want to soak in the tub a lot for the next few days to sooth
your aching asshole, but we checked and Leslie didn't cause tear anything,
so you should be able to walk without much pain in a week or two.

   "My friend the video editor is going to make the footage into a
masterpiece for me.  I got really turned on during the show and even came a
couple of times.  This is going to be my video for a rainy day, and I'll
also show it to all the friends you met here who helped me.

   "Don't worry, I'll won't put it on the Internet.  But I will share it
with a few other people I've met.  They won't get a copy, but they'll each
be invited to occasional showings in my living room.

   "Since we broke up, I've run into a few of your former girlfriends.  I'm
not going to make it a project, but I'm sure I'll come across others from
time to time, especially if you continue to change them like you change
clothes, I'm going to compare notes with each of them.

   "I found out that you treated all of them with courtesy and respect as
long as you were interested in them.  From now on, you might also want to
do that when you break up.  Let them down easy, and make sure they don't
have any hard feelings.  You can probably figure out a way to make them
think they're dumping you.

   "Because sooner or later, I might run into that ex-girlfriend, and if
you gave her the line about that's the way you are and you can't help it,
or she feels you demeaned or degraded her in any way, I'm going to tell her
about your dance lessons and ask her if she'd like to join the audience at
my next show.

   "If you don't change, my audience is going to grow.  Eventually, it
might get too large for my living room, and I'll have to ask your
ex-girlfriends to chip in to rent a larger space.  Maybe we'll need a small
theater some day.

   "You might not care, but if that happens, and the video is out of my
hands for short periods of time, it's awfully easy to copy it.  And someone
who copies it might not be as careful as me, so you could go viral and be
famous all over the world.  When you meet a new girl you're interested in,
she might already be interested in you -- in ways that you might not
appreciate.

   "But I'm sure you're going to be extra polite and caring to everyone you
date from now on, Randy, so that will never happen.  Maybe after a while,
you'll even grow up enough to realize that one woman with imagination can
be more exciting than an endless number of new faces and bodies.  Maybe
you'll be so afraid of that woman's fierce jealousy that you'll never
approach her again and opt for a life so safe that you'll die of boredom.

   "Or maybe you'll develop the backbone and courage to go for the thrill
of a relationship with a woman who scares you to death at the same time she
makes you feel completely alive.  If you do, you better move fast.  Women
like that don't like to wait." 

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