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The Ordeal – Part 1

I look back now and it all seems so long ago, despite the fact that not that long a time span has passed.

It was about a month ago that it all started. I had been working out at 24 Hour Fitness with my buddy Jeff. He was spotting me at the bench press and lending his ear as I bitched about my job. “I can’t believe this is what I’m doing. I have a degree, a few jobs under my belt and all I do is push papers for the sheriff’s office” Jeff grinned and said it could be worse; “being a process server isn’t near as bad as being a repo guy. You wouldn’t believe the shit we have to put up with, or the number of times someone has flown out of their house with a gun.” Jeff laughed “at least you can push the papers under the door and take a break now and then”. I didn’t press the point that you really can’t push the papers under the door. Jeff was a good friend, but he wasn’t “gifted” in the intellectual prowess department. He did however more than make up for it in athletic prowess. He didn’t know that I was gay, but damn the number of times I thought about him as I watched him strip down for the showers is too numerous to count.

Not that I was any sloth. I kept good care of myself and made sure I could get to the gym regularly. Besides, 24 is not that old, I’d have plenty of chances to find another job. Most of the jobs I had to date were from interview with women. I was blond with green eyes, a good stocky build and a set of bedroom eyes I could put to good use during the interview. I just had to keep those eyes on the lookout for a better opportunity.

Jeff came out of the shower while I was putting on my uniform. “Damn buddy” he teased “Did you have to have that spray painted on or did it come from the store that way?” He loved to tease me, one of these days if he wasn’t careful I might put my cuffs to better use than the lowlifes I have to haul in on a normal day.

I jumped into the car and checked out my list of who to serve summons, the next one down was 515 East Maldero street. Kind of surprising since that was in a nicer part of town. Not the area I’d typically associate with crime or scum, probably a summons for divorce or a business action. I hoped traffic wasn’t too bad, my A/C was on the fritz and it was hotter than hell today.

I came upon the house and had to admit I was impressed, I was one of the larger stone houses with a carriage house off to the side. There were gardeners and landscape people everywhere. If it was a divorce summons she was going to make a mint.

I went to the front door and was greeted by a butler. I wondered if after the divorce the owner would have enough to keep him on, I smirked but regained my “professional demeanor” as the butler greeted me. “Can I help you” he said, I was surprised his voice was not like Thurston Howell, which I guess I always imagined rich people sounded like. “I need to see Thomas Stanley” I said. “Mr. Stanley is on an overseas call” the rather stiff man stated “please come into the foyer and I will get him as soon as he finishes”. I came in, sat down and gazed around. As I did I caught a glimpse of Thomas Stanley. It was hard to maintain my professional demeanor at that point. Mr. Stanley, as my gay bar buddies were so found of saying, was a god. He was 6′4″, jet black hair, a chiseled face and a body that looked like the best of the best I had scene on “Men’s Fitness” covers. I saw “Jeeves” interrupt him to say I was there. There was some mumbling and the servant came back out. “Mr. Stanley will be a couple of minutes” he looked on rather deadpan, “May I offer you a refreshment while you wait, it IS rather hot outside.” Ordinarily I’d pass, but between the gym and the heat I was thirsty as hell “Have you got any diet soda?” I asked “We have Diet Coke if that will do” he replied. I said yes and off he went to the kitchen.

Which was fortunate for me because it gave me unlimited ogling time to eyeball Mr. Stanley’s rather impressive frame and concentrate on not getting a hard-on in my own rather form fitting cop pants.

I expected a can, but Jeeves came back with a drink in a crystal glass, replete with ice. ”Here you are Sir” he said, “if I can get you anything else while you wait please let me know”.

I slammed down the Diet Soda and placed the empty glass on the table, hopeful I wouldn’t get “chided” for putting a wet glass on the table like we did when we were kids.

About 10 seconds after I finished, I stared to hear a ringing in my ears and get a little light headed, I started to stand up but before I could even start my field of vision began to shrink and narrow and all I could see was a dark green and black pattern followed by darkness.

The Ordeal – Part 2

It was a little odd, I was out, but not out. The green and black myriad of patterns continued but all sense of time stopped. It felt as if I was floating down a river, with an occasional “jolt” of reality, like I was dreaming I was being drug down a hall and a lamp dropped and shattered. I had another flash of hands over my body taking off my clothes. I couldn’t tell if this was a dream or reality, or even how long this dream was or had been going on. I felt cold and hot on my skin, but couldn’t tell how much was a dream or if it was even real at all.

As the green and black patterns I was seeing in my mind started to fade, I had a little bit of double vision and a odd sensation of deja-vu, with time still shifting and stopping for a little while. When reality finally did start to click into place, it was with a new horrifying viewpoint; I could not move anything on my body.

As my vision cleared, it became apparent why. I was in a plaster body cast. Not just a cast but I was positioned like I was going to sit in a car seat. Rods ran parallel with my back and legs, with chains that ran up to the ceiling. The lower bar spread my legs apart and they too were attached to chains leaving me in a sitting position, but angled as well. I could see mirrors everywhere, they were all angled. I also saw a lot of wired protruding from the plaster.

I started to panic and squirm as little as was possible when I saw my ass crack, cock and balls were all hanging out. My face and of all things my nipples were the only other things not covered. I started to scream at the top of my lungs for help.

A sound came, sort of vibrating though my head; I didn’t have anything in my ears, even though they were casted, and didn’t understand where the sound was coming from.

“Officer Ericson” the voice started “The sound you hear is from two probes which have been firmly attached to your mastoid bone. Sound will conduct into your brain this way with little or no way of you controlling it. This will be the first of many lessons you will need to learn while you are our guest”

“GUEST” I screamed, “you mother fuckers have about 3 minutes to get me undone before I fuck you up!”

“How precisely will you do that Officer Ericson?” the voice was so smooth, so calm, no emotion, no loss of control. I started to get really scared and freaked out.

I started screaming and trying to thrash, but I could gain almost no movement against the cast/rig I was in. I saw a light come on and some liquid drip down a tube that went into the tube, I felt a cold feeling in the skin of my hand. “This should keep you more pliable for us Officer Ericsson” I did not go out like last time, but I felt disorientated and woozy.

Through the haze I saw what I think was a guy, covered in black rubber head to toe, tubes everywhere all over his body, one coming from his dick, one coming from his ass, some coming from where his nose should be. He came over with a rolling tray, I couldn’t turn my head, but I saw in the mirrors what was on the tray, and started to scream as much as I could through the haze.

The buzz in my head stared again. “All journeys begin with a single step Officer” it’s time you took yours.

The Ordeal – Part 3

The voice continued, “Officer, you probably think in your line of work that your good looks and a commanding presence indicate the degree of control you can exert over others” a slight pause then the voice continued “I am going to show you that until THIS date, you really have had no comprehension of control; what it means or what it is all about. My assistant here will begin your lessons, and I will explain as we go what is happening to you as we take away every single bit of control you have”

The assistant pulled out what looked like two football mouth guards and came towards me. The voice came on “open your mouth”. “Fuck you” I grunted through my closed lips. ”I’m sorry you have chosen to ignore what we are trying to teach you” the voice droned with no anger, no excitement, “One of the main problems many hospitals have experienced in patients in body casts is clots formed by lack of muscle movements” I looked but the assistant was not doing anything, the voice continued “we had found a unique way to solve the problem of longer-term captivity in a cast. You may have noticed the many wires going into your cast. Each of these in turn is attached to a sub-cutaneous probe in each of your muscle groups. For those groups that go across your chest, we use isolated electrical circuits to assure that no electricity goes across your heart” A pause ensued “Allow me to demonstrate the principle” I felt what seemed like a tingle in my feet, then legs, up my ass, back then up my arms. The feeling was actually kind of pleasant. Then the voice returned “ this is a mild form of electrical stimulation that will work your muscles inside the cast, keeping you healthy, however the current can go quite high as I will now demonstrate” I felt the current get stronger and stronger still, then It started to burn slightly as my feet and hands began to cramp, my muscles tensed against the unforgiving plaster, I screamed at the pain and my lack of release, but the current kept going higher, I started to pass out, but just as I was going under the current suddenly stopped. “Now open you mouth Officer. I won’t ask again, and if you pass out we will use smelling salts or drugs to keep you awake during the pain. Reluctantly I opened my mouth enough for the rubber clad assistant to move in and place one of the football mouth guards on my upper teeth and another on the lower teeth. He then came at me with a odd looking football shaped metal item. He placed the item in between the mouth guards, the voice came back “This is a Jennings gag, dentists use them for spreading and locking your mouth open, my assistant will demonstrate”. I felt my mouth being pried open each time hearing a distinctive “click” that would not yield as I tried to close my mouth back down. After about five slow clicks, I felt the pain of having my mouth pried apart so far and cried out the best I could in pain. “Perfect” the bodiless voice said. Next I watched as the assistant pulled two syringes off the tray, and one after the other injected them into a port on my IV line. The voice returned, “we need you a little more relaxed for our next lesson, but I want to make sure you see everything we are going to do to you”. I began to protest as best I could through the gag as I saw the assistant pick up two “miniaturized” versions of the gag in my mouth. He moved towards my eyes and pulled up my eyelids, snagging the device on my eyes, forcing them open, I started to tear up, partially trying to keep my eyes moist, and partially because I was literally scared to death. The assistant rolled out a bottle with a frame and two lines which lined up with my eyes and began to drip out slowly what I assumed to be eye fluid. The voice returned, “One of the problems we face in abducting you officer is that you need to be fed for such long term captivity. Spoon feeding will not work, so we will show you our method now for keeping you healthy and alive”. I was slightly relieved that it sounded like they were not going to kill me, that relief passed quickly as I saw a long tube they picked up. “This tube will be inserted into your throat, unfortunately it will pass in between your vocal cords, leaving you unable to make any noise” I began to scream through my gag and aching jaws, the assistant approached me and began inserting the tube. I began to panic, feeling as if I was dying - a total uncontrollable panic. I continued to scream until the tube passed between my vocal cords, then all I could hear or feel was the air passing through the tube. I began to cry and pissed myself from fear. “The voice came back “don’t worry officer, we will clean the mess for you. A little later we will offer some assistance so such accidents aren’t repeated. I began to silently sob; only tears could come out, no sound, just forceful puffs of air. I thought the worse was over but I saw the assistant pull out two longer tubes and what looked like a nasal spray bottle. “Lidocaine, officer, to ease you through your next lesson” The assistant began to snake the tubes through my nose, feeding them constantly until I could feel them going down my throat. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, I was a passive victim of their horrible rape of my humanity. The assistant removed the metal gag that was ratcheting my jaws open, and strapped a gag that held the tube into place. I felt something inflating, filling my mouth. “We don’t want anything unpleasant falling into your mouth, this rubber inflatable will keep everything snug and in place. The same was placed around the nose tubes, also inflating inside my nostrils. Everything except my eyes was like a waterproof trap.

The assistant left the room and the voice returned. “We need to leave you now to contemplate your position for a while. We will expect certain things from you over time and this will give you some time to reflect on that concept. We don’t want you to feel lonely during that time, so we’ll put your mastoid conductors to good use”. I heard white noise come through and nothing else. I was there with no way to speak, no way to move and no hope of escape, left to fear and wonder what was in store for me next.

The Ordeal – Part 4

The white noise and pure fear kept me from any sleep. I don’t know if minutes, hours or an entire afternoon had passed. I was beginning to lose track of time. Oddly, I would have given anything just for the voice to return, to know something for at least somewhat more comforting than to fear the unknown.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the rubber clad assistant stroll back in. I guess I felt as if he was at least a somewhat kindred spirit as his mouth was covered with rubber and he had tubes coming out of his nose as well.

The voice returned “Your next lesson is one of waste management” Oddly he did not preface it with “officer” this time “We cannot have you dumping your waste on the floor every time you feel the need.” I saw the assistant reach for another tube, and I started to be filled with a sense of dread.” This is a Foley catheter, we will be snaking this down your piss hole and urethra into your bladder. Not having experienced it myself, I’m told by others that it a most uncomfortable experience. I’d tell you to cry out if you liked, but since that is impossible, we will just start.” The assistant snapped on some rubber gloves, I saw in the mirrors as he swabbed my cock head with a clear liquid and then a brownish liquid. He then grabbed a syringe and inserted it into my piss slit. At first I felt a cool feeling, and then it began to burn slightly. I started to panic and feel sick at my stomach as I saw him approach with the catheter. He slowly inserted the long rubber tube, I felt it snaking and burning inside my gut. My mind was reeling trying to process the information. This was an area where things had only come out and now my cock was being raped by this long rubber tube going in where nothing had ever gone before. I felt a slight pressure then the snaking stopped. He grabbed another syringe and stuck it at one of two openings at the other end of the catheter. He emptied the syringe into that “port”. The voice cam through “the syringe inflates a rubber balloon inside your bladder, assuring that the catheter cannot be removed until we desire it to be taken out. I was trying to ignore the burning throughout my gut, but it kept on until I was distracted by yet another tube-like device being picked up by the assistant. This one was very odd looking, it had two inflation bulbs side by side on one end, a port in the middle and then a shaft with two odd shaped ‘winged” looking objects one below the other on the shaft.

“This is an enema syringe, it will be inserted into your rectum and the inner balloon inflated inside your rectum, then the outer balloon will be inflated to assure a waterproof seal so that nothing escapes your ass”. I had only topped and had never been fucked before so I wasn’t really ready for whatever came next. The assistant rubbed lube on my asshole; it was cool and actually was the first pleasurable experience I had had in this chamber of horrors. I felt his finger slip inside my ass and against all my concentration I was amazed that my cock was starting to get hard, which was painful as the lubed rubber catheter moved and burned inside my cock. Next I felt the tube being inserted into my ass, at first is was not bad until I felt the pain from the winged balloon passing through into my ass. “We will now inflate the inner balloon” What followed was pumping of the bulb which with each pump made my ass feel fuller and fuller, and also made me feel as if I had to shit very badly. The outer bulb was inflated, it was not as bad, but as it inflated, I felt it pull the inner bulb in towards my asshole, until it was a very tight seal between the two bulbs.

The voice invaded again “Now that we have you hooked up as it were, we will now clean you out. The assistant came out with an IV stand; on one was a clear IV bag, on the other a huge clear cylinder filled with clear liquid, which I assumed was water. The assistant pulled a stopper out of the catheter and inserted the IV tube; he then attached the cylinders hose to the enema syringe.

The assistant then turned dials on each tube, as he did I felt a cool liquid began to flow into my bladder and ass. At first it was pleasant feeling, but like so many of my other “lessons” the sensation soon went from pleasant, to uncomfortable to painful. I began to cramp and it felt as if I had to take the worse piss of my life.

The voice returned, “Your next lesson will be patience and endurance testing. We will leave you now for a period of two hours, or so” The white noise came on again and the panic set in between waves of unimaginable pain from cramping. I began to tear up again and wished they had killed me rather than having to endure their horrible rape and torture.

The Ordeal – Part 5

I had completely lost track of time. The pain from the cramps was so overwhelming that I try to bend over, but the plaster cast will not give even an inch, making my torment even more unbearable. I would be grateful if I could concentrate on not thinking about the pain, but the white noise conducting through my mastoid bone made that impossibility. I prayed for the voice to return, anything that would end this, I think I would have done anything they asked to escape from the agonizing pain.

I saw the assistant come back into the room; tears began streaming from my eyes in greater amounts than the amount overflowing from the drops from the tubes above my eyes.

“Good Morning boy” I didn’t care what he called me as long as the released the enema and IV from my catheter. My assistant is going to release your fluids for you, then we will run some tests on you” I didn’t know whether to be relieved or terrified.

The assistant turned the dials and I could feel what fluids I have not reabsorbed being expelled. The relief was unbelievable; it was almost enough to make me forget the rest of the torturous rig I found myself in.

“We will be flushing and testing both waste lines again now” I felt the pressure build back up in my ass and bladder, and then just as quickly relief came.

“We will now run a series of tests before our final lesson”. I saw the assistant come over. First he hooked the tube in my throat up to another tube leading to a tank, I felt air being forced into my lungs and then air sucked out. Next I saw the assistant hook the nasal tubes to two containers, I felt what I assumed to be liquid food being forced into my stomach, I do not know how much time had passed, but I was grateful for the food, my stomach revolted and grumbled for a moment, then settled down. Next I felt water come into my stomach from the other tube, which was also a welcome relief as I was dehydrated from the cast as well as the enema.

I then felt a tingling in my feet and legs; slight as first, then growing in intensity until they became painful, then excruciating forcing my feet to try to curl and my legs flex violently against the plaster prison. The electrodes passed from my legs to my ass and abdomen. They became so excruciating, it felt as if my abs would snap in half, I expelled air heavily out of my intubation tube, and the closest I could now come to a scream.

Next were my arms and hands, and then my back; all pushed to the max to the point where I was near passing out. Sweat was dripping out of the bottom of the cast, running down my back. The assistant stepped up again and injected something in my IV line, I felt my body heating up and felt nauseated and dizzy, not knowing what drug they were using to control my helpless body.

Next the assistant took a small syringe and injected it into the shaft of my penis. It stung for a second, then in a moment or two my cock began to get harder and harder, until it was so hard that it became painful. No amount of concentration seemed to be able to make it get soft again, and the pain was intense and persistent.

The assistant then took off the devices holding open my eyes, moving my eyelids was painful for a while, but after a period of time they came back to normal.

The assistant approached with what looked like a hinged tube with a rubber membrane on it and a pneumatic tube coming off the side. He clamped the tube around my still painfully erect cock and took straps that seemed to be customize to the tube and wrapped them around the cast so the tube would not come off. He then hooked the tube to a pump. The pump caused a pulsating motion all over my cock. If I could have moaned I would have, as this was the first thing that felt truly pleasurable to me for as long as I had been kidnapped.

There was another injection into the IV tube, a wave of euphoria swept over me and things got a little fuzzy. The assistant when over to the tray and pulled off what looked like a large set of tongs with a hole in each of the tongs. He also pulled a small metal ring which had a length of metal wire welded onto it. He approached and clamped the tongs extremely tightly on my right nipple. The drugs had worked well I barely felt anything and cared even less. I started to panic when I saw him come near me with what looked like a long and thick hypodermic needle. He came up to the still clamped tongs and thrust the needle trough the holes in the tongs and through my nipple as well. It was a sharp, intense but short-lived pain. The small ring was attached to the end of the needle and ended up through my nipple; a pair of needle nose pliers off the tray clamped the rings permanently onto my nipple. The same procedure was performed on my other nipple, leaving two permanent rings with a long length of wire leading from each. I knew that I would pay for the procedure once the drugs wore off, but the pain, while sharp, had been fairly bearable, as if I had any choice other than to endure it.

The assistant nodded toward the mirrored window in the large room we were in, the voice began again. “All our lessons so far have been preparation for your final lesson; all has led us to this point. I control your ears, your breathing, your mouth, your cock, your ass, even your muscles. All that you can truly claim as your own is your eyes and your mind” I began to feel a sense of panic and dread come over me as he continued “Now we come to your final lesson and in that lesson the reason why your are here and what your new purpose is to be”

With that I saw two large doors swing open into the room. What I saw at that point sent such fear through me that I felt myself starting to get faint, then darkness…

The Ordeal – Part 6

I came out of unconsciousness rather abruptly with the strong smell of ammonia in my nostrils. “Please remain conscious boy, if you chose to attempt to pass out, we will only be forced to bring you back to being awake for your final lesson”.

Before me was a large tank, almost like a huge aquarium. It was filled with what I assumed to be a green gel, since there were bubbles suspended in it. There were machines connected all over the sides and rim of the tank, all leading to what looked like a computer console on the side also attached to the tank. All the other ends of the tubes converged and went through a block of some type and all were unplugged and in color order on the other side of this “block harness”, “Lets us begin” the voice calmly said. I did not realize throughout the ordeal that the chains that held my “cast rig” in place were attached to a movable track. The track began traveling towards the tank. I began to hyperventilate; I assumed they were going to drop me in the tank to kill me, to erase any evidence of what they had done to me. I wish it had been that simple.

The rubber round assistant came forward and pulled the block harness away from the tank. He began hooking each tube from the harness to the systems they had tested that controlled my body. As they hooked the mouth tube, I felt air pumping, the nose I felt water and what I assumed to be a trickle of food flowing, each of the electrode groups were hooked up and tested at a light setting in turn. They hooked up the catheter and enema syringe and to my horror; each of them began to fill as well. My nipple wires were attached to two “rotors” which after being hooked up began to turn pulling lightly on my nipple rings, the pneumatics on my cock were turned on, stroking my cock, The harness was moved and connected to the chains above me, almost blocking my view, I could see the many hoses, they had merged my body with the machines, I could not escape from their mechanical relentlessness, nor could I live without them.

Once the harness was in place, any slack was removed from the nipple wires, what was a light tug at first, was now much more painful and persistent, again the relentless rotors tormenting my nipples in what was quickly becoming agonizing flame. It was becoming a sensory overload; my bladder filling with liquid, my ass filling with liquid, the relentless stoking of my cock and nipples, the flow of food and water. The electrical stimulation began to cycle as well, going from light to intensely painful in different muscle groups, with no pattern, no detectable rhythm. I saw lines dancing on the computer screen each seemed to dance to any one particular violation of my body.

Despite all the stimulation, a glimmer of hope flashed across my mind; if they put me in the tank, the gel would dissolve the plaster, if I worked at it, I might be able to free myself and escape the tank and try to run for help.

The rubber-clad assistant walked across the room and returned with yet another silver tray. The voice invaded my head once again “I regret to tell you that while we now control all of the functions that make you a human, there are still two left. One of them is your eyes” I began to break out in a cold sweat, were they going to permanently blind me? It wasn’t beyond them after everything else they had done, I felt queasy and terrified. “But before me take care of that we have a issue of chemistry to address” Chemistry? I thought. Were they going to pump me full of some chemical? The panic was gripping me completely.

Then I saw the assistant pick up what looked like a silver metal version of a Wagner Power painter. Why would they need a spray painter? My question was soon answered. He started painting me black. I thought it was odd, but the assistant went about painting everything, even the ends of the tubes where they connected to the various devices now in control of me. He worked at it for quite a while I convulsed in pain from my nipples and my now full ass and bladder. He stopped when he was above my nipples. The voice returned “What may look like black paint to you, is in fact, liquid latex rubber being applied to your cast and connections, to prevent the gel from interacting with the plaster” All my hope disappeared in an instant, and I had confirmed I was going into the tank. In between spasms of pain, I felt complete despair and desperation to escape from my mindless electronic captor and his bodiless voice. I did not even know if it was Mr. Stanley, the butler, the staff or someone completely unknown. My nameless, faceless tormentor tortured me in complete anonymity, with seeming impunity.

I saw the assistant pick up the numbing spray again and feared for what was coming next. Sure enough he sprayed them in both of my eyes. I blinked and kept them tightly closed, but I could feel that I was still losing sensation in them. I then saw him pick up what looked like a curved needle and thread I broke out into a cold sweat again, no voice, no hope of escape. He slowly and methodically sewed my eyelids one to the other, until I was blind and could not open them even to the slightest degree. I then felt what felt like eyeglasses or sunglasses being applied, they had a rubber gasket I could feel against my forehead and cheeks. Suddenly I began to see dancing rhythms of light flashing at rapid rates. “These are NovaPro hypnosis glasses slave; they will assist us in fine tuning your programming”. The assistant went back to work with the sprayer. It lasted for a while, the rubber got warm, and then I felt a second coat being applied over the first. I guessed it was like house paint; you needed to get a second coat for a complete finish.

I felt the hoist moving up and thought to myself, this is it, this is the end. I felt the rig swing over and with a terrifying inevitability, I was lowered into the green gel-like goo until I sank into what I assumed was being completely submersed. The goo was warm; I could feel the warmth conducting its way through the various layers of my mechanical prison.

The voice came on again “Now we will begin to transform you. You will cease to be Officer Justin Ericson; instead you will become our willing and obedient slave, servicing us sexually and emotionally” I thought they could do what they wanted, even as bad as this was, they’d have to kill me before I ever gave them the satisfaction. “You may find this hard to imagine, but your sentence in this tank will allow us to completely strip you of your individuality and mold you into a more useful person, you will by day seem like any other person, except you will bend and respond to whatever we ask of you, no matter what that may be”.

“You see, I am not without some degree of compassion”. Right, I thought “my assistant needed someone to help him complete our ultimate plans, he has been working with you without your knowing it. I will momentarily allow him to explain” I heard the slurpy “pop” of what I could only assume was the rubber gag being removed from the assistant’s rubber hood. “Damn buddy, looks like you got yourself into quite a situation…” The devastation was complete for me, I immediately recognized Jeff voice, the one I had heard so many times helping me at the gym and teasing me in the showers. I felt in my despair a complete sense of betrayal, yet oddly the slightest stir of my cock, thinking that maybe I could be with Jeff, even if it was a mechanized rubber slave like he had become.

At that point, the white noise returned and I was all alone with my torments, my private hell. I don’t know how much time had or was passing, only the slow stripping away of all my resistance. I think I was put in here a month ago, but from my vantage it could have been a week, a month or a year. I no longer cared, or even thought, I only sensed and felt pain and pleasure and whatever else the machine decided was mine to temporarily own. The voice was right, after awhile I would have done anything to hear the voice again, absolutely anything. I would have lied, cheated, debased myself or even killed to escape this mindless misery.

How long would I remain in this hell? Even that no longer mattered at a point. I felt my self slip into a mindless timeless oblivion that only my new master could end, if it were ever to end at all.