Midnight Ballet (Msolo,Mdom,nc,bd,toys)
I wasn’t having a good day. I’d been arguing with managers all day
about why my latest project was behind schedule. Finally, I had enough,
right about the time I could go home, so I stormed out of the building and
roared out of the parking lot.
I decided to do something nice for myself. I had a fairly extensive
collection of spandex, but could always use more, so I stopped at my
favorite dancewear store on the way home. They were used to dealing with
me, so I was in and out quickly and without comments. As I pulled out
of the parking lot, I spotted a black van, but lost sight of it.
I backed into the parking slot at my apartment, anticipating a nice
evening in spandex. It was not to be. The black van came to a stop in
front of my car, and a man got out the side door. “Excuse me…can you
help me find apartment 312?” The man walked up as he asked.
“Sure. It’s over there…ooolgh.” I collapsed into the man’s waiting
arms as a blast of spray rendered me unconscious.
**
The man dragged the new recruit into the van, then returned to his car,
got in, and followed the van as it drove off.
Both vehicles drove quickly but sanely to a warehouse a few miles away.
An overhead door closed behind them. The man got out of the recruit’s
car and joined the van’s driver at a table. The two men removed their
outer clothes, revealing a turtleneck, long-sleeve leotard with a number
embroidered on the collar, pink tights, and slip-on shoes; one man’s
leotard was silver, the other bronze. Both men were completely hairless.
They removed the unconscious recruit from the van and laid him on the
table. The man in silver said, “Come on, let’s get him prepared.”
The other man sighed. “Aw, keep your leotard on.”
The man in silver looked annoyed as the fingers of his right hand pressed
his left forearm for a moment. The other man doubled over in pain. “What
was that?”
“N-nothing…Teacher.”
“That’s better. One more remark like that and you’ll go back for the
refresher training you obviously need. Now, get to work, and be quiet.”
They set about getting the recruit prepared. They cut his clothes off
and threw them into a waiting trash can. Then they used an epilator, a
device that removes hair by pulling it out quickly, over his entire body.
Next, the man in bronze slipped a large tube into one nostril, waited a
moment, then pushed it all the way down, where the tip entered the
recruit’s windpipe. He pushed air into a bulb with a syringe to hold it
in place. This would prevent him from making any noise, while guaranteeing
that he could breathe.
The next step was to slide another tube into his other nostril. This was
fed inward until the tip rested in his stomach. A longer hose was connected
to the visible end. The man in bronze carefully cleaned the recruit’s penis
with an iodine swab. He then connected the hose to the end of a catheter
and slid it into the exposed tip, pushing until it met resistance, then
suddenly a little farther. Another bulb was inflated to hold it in place.
Now a condom was rolled down over the recruit’s penis from its resting
place around the catheter. A tube was connected to a fitting on the
condom. The man in silver removed a mouthpiece from a pan of boiling
water, allowed it to cool briefly, then slipped it into the recruit’s
mouth, holding his jaw firmly closed for a few moments. He then connected
the tube from the condom to a fitting on the mouthpiece. Finally, a strap
went around the back of the head and connected to the mouthpiece, holding
it in place.
The men rolled the recruit’s limp body on its side. The man in silver
slid a speculum into his rear and began expanding it slowly but steadily.
When it was fully open, he placed a folded plastic tube inside and snapped
it open, then withdrew the speculum. The tube was not going anywhere. An
empty plastic bag was connected to the exposed end of the tube.
Small earphones were placed in the recruit’s ears, and pads taped over
them and over his eyes. The men then immobilized him completely, by
wrapping him from head to toe in self-adhesive wrapping. His fingers,
toes, arms and legs were wrapped separately, and then a layer was wrapped
over his entire body. His penis, the bag at his rear, and the tubes
leading to his nose and mouth were all that were left unwrapped.
Finally, the recruit was placed in a shipping crate, on a padded platform
with a hole through which the bag was passed. A device was clamped around
his penis, with the tubes coming from the top of it. Another padded board
was placed atop him, and the space in between was filled with expanding
foam. A tape player was connected to the earphones, with a pressure
switch in the tubing from his lungs, and power was connected to the device
clamped to his penis and the tape player. A water jug was connected to
another tube leading to the mouthpiece. The lid was then nailed in place.
“Call the trucking company and have him picked up. Then we’ll talk about
discipline.” The man in silver turned away.
**
I awakened in complete darkness. I quickly discovered I was unable to
move, or make any noise, or open my eyes. Not only that, but there was
something huge up my ass, and something else inside and outside my dick.
I began to panic, and my rapid breathing triggered the tape recorder. A
voice spoke softly in my ears.
“You are now awake, and wondering what has happened to you. You will find
out in due time. Until then, you might as well relax and enjoy yourself, as
you have no choice in the matter. You are being shipped to your new home.
The trip will take a few days. If you suck on the mouthpiece, you will get
water. Arrangements have been made for your wastes, so don’t worry about
that. Meanwhile, we’ll keep you entertained.”
Something began stroking my dick, slowly up and down. I quickly became
hard. It felt nice, but tantalizing, and whatever it was up my ass made it
feel that much better. Strange. I wouldn’t have guessed that. I started
breathing more rapidly as the excitement built. I couldn’t do anything but
enjoy…I would have cried out if I could, as I exploded, but all that
happened was a big breath. I shot up into whatever it was around my dick.
I was surprised when my semen trickled into my mouth, but I had no choice
but to swallow it. A drink of water helped wash the taste away. The
stroking didn’t let up, and I was brought back to the pleasurable state…
**
The truck backed into the loading dock. The truckers brought the crate out
and left it on the loading dock, as was their arrangement. They drove off.
Four men in bronze leotards came out with a dolly and wheeled the crate
inside, then pried the lid off. One sprayed something into the air near the
tube to the recruit’s lungs, while holding his own breath until the vapor
that wasn’t drawn inside dissipated. They waited a few minutes, then
disconnected everything and removed the upper board. They cut the wrapping
and lifted the recruit’s limp body from the cocoon, tugging gently to make
sure the bag and its contents came out easily. He was laid gently on a
gurney and wheeled away.
**
I woke up again. I didn’t know how long I’d been helpless, but I
could move now, at least some, though my head, hands, and ankles were
strapped down. I could make sounds, though. I looked up, and saw myself in
a mirror. I was in a hospital bed, naked and uncovered. My side was sore, as
was my left arm and the back of my neck. I looked, and saw a line of freshly
healed suture scars down my left side and on my left forearm. There
was a silver-colored collar on my neck, though it didn’t feel like it would
restrict anything, with some writing in the middle, and another one around
my dick and behind my balls. “Hey, what’s going on here?”
When I said that, another man entered the room. “You’re awake. Good.” It
was the voice from the tape. “You’re no doubt curious about where you are
and who we are.”
“I sure am…what the hell am I doing here? And who are you?” I
looked…and saw the man’s clothing for the first time: a gold leotard, pink
tights, and toe shoes. “And why are you dressed like that?”
“Before I answer that, let me ask you a question. Have you ever heard of
the Midnight Ballet Company?”
“Yeah. I saw them on the Tonight Show once. Jay Leno had a field day. Crazy
bunch of guys who never let anyone see their faces or hands, never say a
word, and go everywhere in black leotards. The leader wears silver and is
the only one who talks, and he uses an artificial voice. They’re great
dancers, but weird.”
“An accurate summation of what the world knows. You’re about to learn more.
Much more. The Company has a school, and you’re its newest student.”
“Huh? I don’t know a thing about ballet. I especially don’t want to be a
dancer! I’ve got things to do!”
“Not any more, you don’t. Your car was found at the bottom of a ravine,
burned out, with a body inside. You’ve been declared legally dead. You’re
one of us now. Welcome to the Midnight Ballet Academy.”
“What??!” I lay back, stunned.
“It’s true. You’re dead to the world. I can show you the newspaper article
if you wish. You’re one of us now.”
“I don’t want anything to do with you weirdos!”
“Weirdos, eh? You might be considered one yourself, you know. How many
people know about your spandex fetish?”
“Uh. Not many. Still, I’m normal!”
“So are we. We’re just more open about it. At any rate, you have no choice.
Have you noticed the surgery we’ve performed?”
“Yeah…what the hell did you do to me?”
“A few minor modifications. First, your urethra has been rerouted to just in
front of your anus. That means you will have to sit to urinate. We’ve
disconnected your gag reflex. Most importantly, you now have a control
implant. Don’t worry, we all have them, even me. It’s connected to places
in your abdomen, and to your heart. If you misbehave, you’ll be punished.”
The man in gold pressed his forearm. “Like this, for minor infractions.”
The man pressed one final time, and I felt a crushing pain in my gut.
When I finished screaming, I asked, “What the hell was that?”
“That was a mild punishment. They can get worse. Much worse. If you break
the rules too badly, or too often, or try to escape our control, the wires
connected to your heart will send a massive jolt of electricity through it,
and you will die.”
“Die?” I fainted.
The man in gold waited a few moments, then flipped a little cold water in
my face. “Wake up.”
I came to, and discovered I was still bound. “Wh…what do you want?”
“I’ve told you: you’re now a student at the Midnight Ballet Academy. If you
work hard, and become good enough, you may be allowed to perform in public
as a member of the Company.”
“That’s it? No other choice?”
“None. If you don’t become a member of the Company, you will spend the rest
of your life here at the Academy…however long that is.”
“Well…uh.”
“It’s new to you, I know, and you’ll have plenty of time to get used to the
idea. For now, though, you need to know the rules here. Pay attention; you
won’t be told again.
“First, everyone here falls into one of three categories: Teacher, staff,
or student. Teachers wear silver leotards. Staff members wear bronze, and
students wear other colors according to their rank. I am the headmaster, and
the only one who wears gold.
“Everyone here has a member number. It is assigned when you are recruited.
Yours is 461. Those with member numbers higher than yours, or of a higher
rank, are senior to you, and may punish you as I did, though only teachers
and I may send the command that will kill you. Your member number will
appear on the collar of your leotard, as well as the permanent collar
around your neck. It will never change, so when you get your leotard every
day, look at the number. You will be punished automatically if you try to
put on a leotard with a different number. That number is the most important
fact in your life. You will only be addressed by it; if you fail to respond
to it, or use your name or an incorrect number to refer to yourself, you
will receive the most severe punishment short of death possible. I promise
you’ll only do it once.”
I looked at the man’s leotard. The number 777 was on his collar.
“You will wear your leotard, tights, and shoes at all times except when
bathing, sleeping, or when required by those senior to you. You will keep
your finger- and toenails trimmed so you don’t damage your clothing. You
will have your body hair removed at least weekly. If you do not do these
things, you will be punished.
“You will address teachers as ‘Teacher’, staff members as ‘Sir’, and me as
‘Headmaster’ or ‘Master’. You will address students senior to you as ‘Sir’,
as well. You will be respectful at all times to your superiors and fellow
students. You will obey teachers’ and staff members’ instructions
immediately and without question.
“One other thing. There are only men here. Every man has sexual drives, and
those must be satisfied. Therefore, you will service anyone senior to you
who asks, sexually, as they desire. You may require similar service of
anyone junior to you. Everyone who does so must use a condom; failure to do
so will result in punishment, more severe if repeated, unless they have been
certified free of sexually transmitted diseases for at least two years.
“Do you understand the rules? If not, ask now.”
“Uh…Just because I like leotards doesn’t mean I’m queer, Headmaster.”
“We know that. It doesn’t matter. You need not enjoy the act, merely
perform it. Who knows? With time, you may discover you find it pleasurable.
At any rate, you will perform those acts or be punished. You should remove
the word ‘queer’, and any other similar term, from your vocabulary. Many
of our members are naturally homosexual, and you don’t want to insult
one by accident. That could get painful. Anything else?”
“How do I know what rank another student is?”
“From lowest to highest, the assigned colors are pink, green, blue, red, and
black. There’s an easier way to remember, for now: If you haven’t worn that
color yet, it’s higher than your rank. Anything else?”
“No, Headmaster.”
“Do you understand the rules?”
“Y-yes…Headmaster. I understand.”
“Good. If you don’t, of course, you will learn the hard way. Not too hard,
at first, because we want you as a member…but we have no room, and no
use, for those who will not observe the rules. There is only one way out.
Your membership here will only end with your death. Quickly, if you disobey
or try to escape; after a long life, if you obey and work hard.”
I gulped. Not everyone hears a death sentence pronounced on them, after
all.
The Headmaster continued. “Now that you know the rules, you will get
dressed. Here is your clothing.” He pulled open a drawer, then undid the
straps.
I got up, a bit gingerly. He crossed to the dresser, and lifted out a
pink leotard. On the collar was the number 461. There were tights, and
ballet slippers, as well.
“The tights first, 461. Pull them up all the way.”
I pulled the tights on. They weren’t as slippery as I was used to,
because there was no hair on my legs…but they were smooth, and silky,
and translucent – women’s weight. I tugged until they were snug against
my crotch.
“Now the leotard.”
I shook it out, looked it over, then pulled it on. It was cool, and
smooth. I shifted a bit, then reached around back and pulled the zipper up.
“You can pull on it if you need to to reach the zipper.”
With a bit of tugging, first down, then up, the zipper slid home at the top
of the collar.
“Now the shoes. It doesn’t matter which goes on which foot.”
The shoes slipped on, amazingly comfortable.
“There. Welcome to the Midnight Ballet Academy, member 461. I hope you will
enjoy your life with us.”
“Thank…thank you…”
The Headmaster cocked his head, waiting.
“…Headmaster.”
“Good. I didn’t punish you this time. I will not be so lenient next time.
Now, follow me.”
The Headmaster walked out. I followed. “It’s dinnertime. Once you’ve
eaten, you will go to bed. Your training will begin in the morning.”
We walked down hallways, past rooms full of men in different colored
leotards, until we reached a cafeteria. “You will be served food according
to your diet, and your tastes. The school computer can read your implant,
and knows what to give you. You can choose different items, but not the
amounts, and if you do not choose enough, you will be given more. You will
eat all that you are served.”
“May I ask why, Headmaster?”
“The first thing we are going to do is get you into shape. Ballet is hard,
physical work. You need to be in condition to dance well. As for asking
questions, you may – as long as your teacher does not believe it is a
stupid question.”
I – 461, dammit! – walked down the line with my tray. When the light
behind the glass blinked, I picked up a plate. Pretty soon, I had a
tray full of food, all of it disgustingly healthy. All there was to drink
was water. I picked up a glass and followed the Headmaster, who had his
own, more normal tray, to a table.
“Eat up, 461. You’ll find the food is good here. Besides, have you forgotten
you haven’t eaten in a while?”
I had, and was surprised at both the quality of the food and my appetite.
I cleaned up the meal in short order. The Headmaster finished his a bit
more slowly.
“Now, come along. Time for bed. The sleeping arrangements here are
different from what you’re used to, but they suit our needs, and you’ll
get used to them quickly.”
We walked into another room. One wall was covered with what looked like
small doors, until one with the number 461 on the end slid out – to reveal
a drawer with a mattress and a pillow.
“The computer will assign your bed each night, when you walk into the room.
Each rank has its own bedroom. You will undress and place your clothes in
the hamper. In the morning, the computer will slide your bed out. You will
get out of it within 60 seconds; it will close then, whether or not you are
in it, and if you are, you will not be let out for the remainder of the
day. Your clothes for the day will be waiting on the outside. You will
dress and wait for your teacher to come get you.
“Now, goodnight, 461. Rest well…or at least try to. Tomorrow will be a
long day.”
I undressed quickly, placed my clothes in the hamper, and crawled into
bed. It retracted back into the wall. I was surprised to find that the
temperature was comfortable, and there was good ventilation; I was asleep
quickly, despite my anxieties.