Toy Factory Part 10 - Caged

*****

The “boy” woke to discover he was encased by metal bars about 1” in diameter and only a couple of inches from his body. His arms were manacled and the manacles were welded to the bars preventing his hands and arms moving and his ankles were in a similar arrangement.

The boy could see nothing. His head was locked in a rubber mask and his mouth filled with a mouthpiece connected, although he could not know it, to a tube and funnel.

His now toothless gums ached, and the rubber mouthpiece kept his tongue down and meant he could not resist the flow of liquids into his mouth.

He would soon get used to taking whatever liquid came down the tube. He would learn to drink man piss, spit and cum.

The boy’s cock was locked in a metal tube that connected through the bars. It prevented the boy having erections but left the boy’s now very heavily circumcised cock head free for catheter or sound play, something the boy’s owner much enjoyed. The boy would soon learn the delights of having huge thick sounds pushed down his cock and large catheters that both prevent him from discharging liquid and enable the owner to push liquid into him.

The cage actually narrowed at the boy’s genitals to push them out and leave his balls ready for weights and other delights. The boy’s balls were ready for a tenderising session before the boy was delivered to his owner. The parachute that was in place had heavy weights that already were punishing the boy’s tender virgin balls.

The boy’s nipples had been ringed and chains lead from the rings to weights that could be adjusted to cause as much pain as desired!

The boy’s neck was held firmly in place by a metal collar that was also welded in place and formed the top of the cage. The boy could not look down and his head could be put in masks or other devices to suit his owner.

The Doctor had devised a particularly nasty device for the boy’s owner. A metal cage helmet that fitted over the boy’s head and locked into the rest of the cage. It had plates that could be screwed in to put pressure on the side of the boy’s head causing intense, and for the boy’s owner, satisfying pain.

Tubes could be installed to control the boy’s breathing and special earplugs that either locked out sound or could be used to play sounds to the boy.

The boy’s arse had also received some attention.

An arse stretcher had been rammed up the boy’s hole.

The cage made anal play a bit difficult but the boy would soon experience large and very uncomfortable enemas.

His arse would soon be so loose from the stretcher and enemas that he would hardly be able to hold anything in it!

The boy was locked in a device that would provide his owner the opportunity to use this man for his enjoyment and pleasure. The “boy” could not resist anything his owner desired.

The Doctor liked the Cage. The “boy” was perfectly built for this particularly nasty metal bondage.

He had built them before for clients. One boy found himself in full rubber as well as being locked into the Cage.

That boy had been gelded, always a favourite pastime of the Doctor, and had his hands removed as well.

This had enabled the boy to be bolted to the cage by screwing bolts into his wrists.

The boy also had been permanently catheterised and his mouth had a ring gag that kept it open for use as needed. The same with the boy’s arsehole, where a ring kept his anus open for play.

The doctor smiled at his success. The business was doing very well and the client list was growing but better still the list was full of the very powerful, powerful men who protected the business. It was doing so well he had recruited a partner to assist in the operations.

He heard shouting ….the door to the room flung open ….it was David, his tattoos as distinct as ever .

In a flash, the gleam of the knife and then there was blood, lots of blood.

The Doctor lay staring at the ceiling ….David, his face filled with rage stood over him, his life fading, the Doctor’s last view was of David’s fantastically tattooed face.

*****

The court was packed. Days of testimony from police, psychiatrists and witnesses came down to the final address by the prosecutor and the defence lawyer. The trial was the most sensational in years, with accusations of sexual sadism and official cover-ups.

The story according to the witnesses was straightforward.

Doctor Martin, a much-respected specialist in post traumatic shock syndrome and especially the effects of combat on veterans had been killed by one of his former patients.

David had also assaulted a number of staff. The psychiatrists for the government had contended that David was in fact sane. He knew what he was doing and that it was wrong. He was aware of his actions and therefore could not claim insanity. It was a clear case of capital murder.

The defence argued that David did indeed kill the Doctor but out of self-defence and to prevent the mad doctor harming more boys and men.

The jury listened incredulously to David’s story. They looked at the strange man with his body tattoos and wondered if he could possibly be telling the truth.

When they finally retired to consider their verdict it was with the testimony of many of the Doctor’s professional colleagues and former patients ringing in their ears.

It took two hours but they finally agreed. The jury foreman read the verdict “Guilty of Capital Murder”.

The court burst into mayhem.

It took some time for the court to be quietened before the judge gravely informed David he had killed one of the most respected members of the surgical community and that he had no choice but to sentence him to death by fatal injection.

David sat stunned. He had been tortured and mutilated by this mad man and now the Doctor had reached out from the grave to kill him!

*****

The judge arrived home that night. He was tired. It had been a long and difficult trial but the result had been as expected.

He sat in the lounge room and had a drink of wine.

He showered and naked, keyed in the security code to the basement ….the spotlight came on as the door slid open.

The man who was a sling rattled the chains that held the bolts in the stumps of his legs and arms ….the judge smiled …it would be a fun evening.

*****

The young man sat naked and gagged, tied to the chair ….”My name is Doctor Johnson. Richard is your name isn’t it …well Richard we are going to take a journey you and I …..”

End