Toy Factory Part 7 - A Special Case

The man woke. He knew what had happened to him. Now he lay semi-conscious, at the Doctor’s mercy.

The man’s deep blue eyes stared at the mirror above him, no longer able to close and artificially kept moist.

The mirror revealed to him his predicament and the consummation of his desires. He was the Doctor's latest client and now he was beginning his new way of life

The man tried to move, but he found he couldn’t. He tried to lift his head, but he couldn’t. He tried to open his mouth to push the gag out but he couldn’t. His nose was feeling strange … tubes were in it. Obviously pumping air in but not enough it seemed. He felt breathless and weak.

The Doctor looked on from the shadows of the corner of the room. A smile crossed his face. Another client for the “Special” ward

The man was locked in a whole body metal brace. His legs and arms had bolts that held the frame in place. The bolts could not be removed and a surgical halo was permanently attached to the man’s head.

His knees and elbows had been surgically fixed in place and would be stiff from now on. His ankles similarly fixed but his hand had both been amputated at the wrist leaving stumps that were at present bandaged but would ultimately be revealed for the world to see. The bolts that would enable further control of his body already in place but hidden by the bandaging.

The man’s testicles had been removed and replaced with large metal eggs and his penis now tightly circumcised had been stretched and clamped onto a rod. The rod held his penis at its maximum length and then squeezed it until the slightest engorgement would cause excruciating pain. This would prevent erections, should they still occur. A series of rings through the cock head enabled the brutalised cock to be pulled away from his body by a chain attached to the overhead frame that sat above the bed

A catheter was in place to drain or infuse the man as desired by the Doctor.

The catheter was currently draining into a bag that was connected to the naso-gastric feeding tube, recycling the man’s piss. Larger and larger catheter tubes would gradually replace the existing tube. These would stretch the man’s urethra until the largest sound or tube could be inserted with ease. The man had lost control permanently of his dick.

The man’s nipples were ringed and a chain held them out from his body. The pain kept just below his threshold.

His arsehole was filled by a butt plug that gently pulsed electricity into his body, causing momentary spikes of pain and his arse to alternately constrict and relax and gradually loosen his hole for ease of insertion of larger and larger objects.

By the end of the process the man would no longer be able to control his rectum and would need to have his bowel cleansed by enemas. The man knew that these would be humiliating and he would have no control over their administration.

The man’s neck was braced preventing movement. The Doctor had fused a number of the vertebrae to ensure that no movement would ever be possible.

The man’s total bracing was in place. From now on he was reliant on the Doctor and his staff. His body was rigid, his bodily functions controlled by others.

The Doctor smiled and silently left the room.

*****

It had been some weeks since his operations. The man lay in his braced form on his bed. The Doctor entered.

“Well boy, time for the final stage of your treatment.” The Doctor said with deliberate coldness. He knew the man wanted no kindness shown.

The door opened again and two of the Doctor’s men entered. They wore full black rubber suits, gloves and masks and carried a large rubber object

The Doctor nodded at his men and they placed the rubber object on the man’s bed. Unrolling it revealed a large rubber sack.

They men shaved the small re-growth of black hair that had appeared on the man’s shaven head and then they carefully picked him up and placed him in the sack.

They carefully disconnected the tubes and wires that fed air and liquids and the wires that connected the electrical devices to the man then fed the tubes through holes in the sack.

The man was now imprisoned in a rubber cell.

The sack was closed, sealing the man off from the world.

Then the Doctor attached a tube to the bag and began a pump removing all the air from the sack. The sack gradually shrank, taking the form of the braced and bound man within.

The gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed the only detectable movement.

The Doctor’s men then lifted the prone rubber form upright.

They lifted it into a frame so that the man was vertical and then with hooks on the outside of the sack hung the sack, with its bound victim, in the frame. They connected a series of tubes feeding liquids and air and wires feeding power to the butt plug device and for the heart and lung monitors that stood beside the rubber bound and metal braced man. These monitors were all that connected the man to the outside world and enabled the Doctor to check that the man was physically safe.

The Doctor knew that the man would now spend the remainder of his time in this rubber world. Forever bound and braced and controlled, the regular enema sessions and when his guards wanted him for sex the only time when he would be free of his rubber prison. Even then he would be in his metal bracings, unable to move and at the mercy of the rubber suited guards.

Their free use of his orifices a constant reminder of his status.

to be continued