Toy Factory Part 8 - History Lessons

The day had been long and hard for the Doctor. He relaxed in his apartment. He thought of a session in the playroom but he didn’t have the energy. His mind drifted back to how the business had begun.

The late 60s were a time of great uncertainty. The Vietnam War had split society, the hippies were everywhere, the drug culture was on the rise, riots had broken out over civil rights or the lack of them. Everywhere everything seemed in a state of flux.

As a young doctor he had started work at a clinic financed by an eccentric millionaire to help drug addicts.

Slowly he was drawn into the millionaire’s right-wing group who were convinced that communists were behind both the drugs and hippie movements and especially the anti-war, anti-conscription movement.

They saw it as their duty to help the young people see the error of their ways.

The doctor found himself being recruited into a special private group of doctors, psychiatrists and disaffected military.

The military members of the group would access files on conscripts who had failed to show up at draft boards.

They would use their contacts to hunt them down on the streets and then abduct them and bring them to a special facility where the doctor and others would work on them. Sometimes they just picked up hippies they knew had left their families and travelled to a big city where no one knew them.

He remembered on boy in particular. The boy had been particularly difficult but had succumbed in the end. They all did. The boy was your typical late 60s hippie drop out. His long hair and beard, grubby clothes and love of cannabis typical of the men the doctor had learned to despise.

Now the young man was at his mercy. The man would be reformed into a God fearing, drug hating, crew cut patriot ready to volunteer for the military.

The process began with the young man being given a severe military haircut and kept naked in a cell for a few days with little food and water. He had no contact with anyone and with lights and sirens going on and off at irregular intervals to prevent him sleeping to disorient him completely.

He was now ready for the doctor.

The doctor entered the cell. “Friend, I am sorry if they have treated you a bit roughly. They can do that some times. I am sorry. We should have a chat you and I” he said in an over friendly way.

“Fuck off you fascist!” the man screamed abusively.

“If you wish to take that tone we do have ways of dealing with you that are less pleasant.” The doctor said coldly.

The man lunged at the doctor. He missed and the doctor pressed a buzzer in his pocket and immediately two burly guards entered the cell and grabbed the young man.

“Son I think you just earned some time in our special training device.”

The doctor and the guards then left. The young man wondered what the “special training device” was. He didn’t have long to wait.

The cell door opened again. The doctor entered with the two guards who were wheeling a wheelchair. The man was strapped into the chair after some resistance.. The doctor thought to himself that the young man would learn that resistance was not a good idea. He explained this to the man as he injected a sedative “This will quieten you down a bit. You like drugs don’t son …” the doctor said as the boy drifted off.

They wheeled their unwilling victim down the corridor towards a room at the end. The door was open and the young man could see a box like contraption in the middle of the room.

The guards pushed him into the device. He was sat down in a chair in the box device. He body and head strapped in to prevent movement His hands were strapped in place on the arms of a chair. His fingers held apart in a fitting that prevented movement. Similarly his legs and toes were fitted into devices that prevented movement. A rubber tube was pushed into his anus without any fuss or lubricant. A mouthpiece was inserted into the man’s mouth, suppressing his tongue and making it possible to feed whatever fluid was desired into the man’s mouth. A rubber mask was fitted sealing off the man from the outside air and a tube connected him to whatever the doctor wanted him to breathe.

The doctor grabbed the man’s penis, noting that it was uncircumcised and that this would be changed. None of the men left the facility without a severe circumcision. The millionaire who paid the bills was convinced that lack of circumcision was a contributory factor to their radical and decadent behaviour.

The doctor inserted a catheter. He could drain or fill the man’s bladder as he wished. Then he attached electrodes to the base of the boy’s dick.

He then inserted a cannular into the man’s arm. Drugs could be administered at will.

As they closed the box like device they placed earphones into receptacles on the boy ‘s rubber mask’s ear-holes.

The man’s orifices were now in the Doctor’s total control!

As the boy came ‘round from the sedative administered by the doctor he found himself locked in a box like enclosure. He felt hot and clammy and he found he could not move at all.

A noise started in his ears, a strange high-pitched screech. Not loud but insistent and with it a soft voice…neither male nor female but he could not make the words out unless he concentrated.

The voice droned on …phrases about patriotism, his country, duty…..

On and on the voice droned. Every so often, although he did not realise it, his cock was receiving small jolts of electricity. Slowly this would link sexual arousal with message he was receiving. All the time a slow trickle of drugs fed into his bloodstream keeping him very awake and slightly high.

The temperature was constantly hot and fluids were flushed out or into the boy’s bladder, ever adding stress to situation. His air would be momentarily stopped or pure oxygen pumped in to give him a sudden high.

Amyl nitrate would be mixed into the air as well to also give a sudden rush. The whole system was scientifically calculated to impose the will of the right-wing group on the unwilling victim.

The doctor had worked on the system with his colleagues at the facility. So far not one of the hippies had been able to resist the message. They usually left the “enlightenment box” as the guards called it, ready to join the fight against the communist threat!

The mad millionaire regarded women as the cause of much that was wrong with the youth of his day. He wanted his men to prefer the company of men to woman, all of whom were whores as far the millionaire was concerned.

The boy would be convinced that he needed to participate in another session with the doctor, a session in which the boy would undergo a radical circumcision and castration.

The system never failed and this boy who resisted longer than others and who took three long days in the box finally uttered the words they wanted hear when he asked to be released from the box to ficht the “damn commies”.

They knew then that he was theirs.

As the doctor watched the guards release the former hippie from the box he could not help but notice the boy’s rigid 8” cock standing out proud from his youthful body.

Soon that beautiful cock would be just a useless appendage hanging above an empty sac filled with artificial balls.

The boy was not able to stand up and was helped to his cell. This time it was much more comfortable. A radio played in the background. There was a bed and table.

It was all about creating a friendly atmosphere now that the boy had been “corrected”.

The boy lay back on the bed. Thankful that he would soon be fighting those damn commie gooks in ‘Nam.

No memory of his hippie days seemed to penetrate the new ideas floating in his head. Every mention of killing gooks or VC or Charlie or commies made his dick stir. He jerked endlessly.

The doctor watched the events through a one way mirror. He was pleased the boy was a true believer. The hardness of his cock proved it.

Now was the time to fix that dick permanently.

They wheeled the boy off to the surgery theatre.

"Doc you know the I can't wait to fight those gooks. You gotta fix me good to fight those bloody commies!" the boy said impatiently.

The doctor delighted in listening to the boy’s chatter.

Phrase after phrase from the training tape played endlessly to the boy in the enlightenment box gushed from the boy’s mouth.

As he prepped the boy. He looked down at the pendulous balls he would soon remove and his dick grew hard.

Another set for his collection.

He worked diligently and soon the boy’s balls had been excised and he had skinned the boy’s cock so that it was free of its protective foreskin and so completely that it would be tight even when his cock was flaccid.

Another successful operation completed!

*****

The doctor lay down on his couch. It had been a long day but the memories of those days long ago were still sweet.

*****

He saw a few of his victims in Vet hospitals later on. He had no feelings of guilt at having sent the men to be wounded or even killed. He had enjoyed doing his duty. The men were traitors, they deserved their treatment and had regained their honor fighting for their country!

Now he came to notice that the men who had lost limbs were somehow interesting and his dick stirred at the sight of them. Dark stirrings that lead him to his strange life supplying such men to clients who paid.

The first client being the very millionaire who had set up the special facility to re-educate the hippies.

It had been a long a fruitful partnership …..

To be continued..

During the late 60s there were persistent rumours on the streets that young hippies and draft evaders were being kidnapped and brainwashed into joining the military ....now you know the truth...