His Chemical Romance (part two)

"You know this is serious business," Ms. Morrigan said. "This isn't just a day in a smaller chastity device."

"I know. I trust you."

"Well, good, you need to. And I have to be able to trust you."

"You can. I promise. What do you need me to tell you?"

"Well, for one, are you allergic to any medications?"

His eyes got a little wide at the clinical precision of her question. But he realized that he was feeling both relief and dread when he honestly answered, "No."

"Well, then, go get my medical bag. It's in my study, on the shelves beside my desk."
She noticed how quickly he moved to retrieve it, but also that his hands were trembling as he brought it back and handed it to her. She also noticed that his penis was as erect as she had ever seen it.

"So, what's the word ... luetenizing hormone?" he inquired.

"Yes."

"So will you be using a luetenizing hormone agonist, or antagonist?"

"My, my," Ms. Morrigan responded, impressed. "You've done your homework."

"I've been doing some reading ever since you posted that blog," he admitted.

"Well, that makes me feel better. The fact is, I've got both. Do you have a preference?"

He was quiet for a moment. Then, "Do you?"

"Good answer," she replied. "And, in fact, I do."

"Okay," he said, exhaling slowly. "Which one?"

"You said you trusted me." She arched her eyebrows, then withdrew a syringe and an ampule from the black bag, noticing as she did so how his erect penis twitched at the sight.

"The LHRH antagonists suppress your body's production of testosterone. The agonists make your body turn off production by first producing a spike in production."

"Kind of like how a birth control pill tricks a woman's body into thinking it's pregnant?" he asked.

"Very good," she confirmed, filling the syringe and flicking the bubble off the tip.

"Either way, in a very few days your body will be producing about 5% of its normal amount of testosterone. Turn around please. Bottoms up."

He complied, and felt her dabbing at his left buttock with a cool, astringent alcohol swab. "Now, I'm told you'll feel a bit of a burning sensation."

He inhaled sharply as he felt the sting of the jab, then seconds later his eyes got wide as he did indeed sense the foreign substance heating up inside his muscle tissue.

"Ouch!"

"I'm sorry, my pet," she responded. "But, I think it's probably only appropriate that you can feel it, don't you think? I mean, this is kind of a big deal."

He nodded in agreement, then turned around after she had finished.

"Hmmm," she commented. He looked down, and realized that his penis, which had been erect and bouncing around like an eager puppy a minute ago, was mostly flaccid now.

"Already?" he wondered.

"No, I think that's just a stress reaction to the shot," she assured him. "But, why don't you get the cage on while you're like that?"

He looked into her eyes; watched her slowly nod at him; and then retreated to the bathroom to do as she had instructed, maneuvering himself into his chastity device while he wasn't completely turgid. Then he returned to the living room, where she was putting away her medical instruments.

"So," she told him. "Since we've decided to go down this road, I thought it was important for you to be caged for the next few days. While it still matters."

"While it still matters," he repeated to himself.

"So, I just gave you a dosage of an LHRH analog," she advised. "That's the one that is going to tell your body to turn off its production of testosterone, by first producing a spike of it."

She paused, and arched her eyebrows. That was all it took for his penis to begin to start trying to be hard again. Futilely. She could tell by watching.

"In four or five days, you won't be having any more of those uncomfortable erections," she said. "But in the meantime, I thought it would be fun for you to have a constant reminder of what you've given up for me."

Her words hit him in the sternum ... not like a body blow, but like the insistent tapping of a little tack hammer.

"Yes, before you settle into your 'eunuch calm,' you're going to have a few days of dealing with a double-dose of testosterone surging through your body.

"And while that's happening, I want you to be caged ... while I entertain your best friend this weekend..." (part three to be continued)