By Felon

At this point I had lost all track of time. Firefighters coming and going with 3 shifts a day. The room I had been placed in was somewhat soundproof, although I did notice the smell of food cooking from the club kitchen. Something was simmering on the stove. The room I was locked in was getting hot, and I tried to be near the door to get at least a draft of fresh air to cool things off.

At some point I heard the door being unlocked. It was Fire Chief Dan in a red jock and tee shirt holding a wet towel and a pair of red sweatpants. He was on his way to pick up Probie Dwight from his Nursing Home job. He threw the wet towel at me and slammed the door. I wonder if Probie Dwight had any idea of what was scheduled for the long weekend?

Later I could hear and feel the vibration of furniture being moved around — something was up! I knew of tonight’s gathering, but I thought it would be just a few firemen. The captain stuck his head in the door and told me to expect his other Probie in for a “visit.” At this point I was aware of the Probie, assumed he lived upstairs and worked his nursing job at the Home. The Probie stepped into the room clad in fireman’s boots and a red jockstrap. He had a steaming bucket of water. He proceeded to gag me with a spider gag, which I felt to be rather uncomfortable. I was left for a while, and he returned with a hospital-style metal gurney. He helped me up on the table and used hospital restraints to strap me down. He whispered into my ear: “We will have a chance to chat soon, however now it is my duty to prepare you for tonight’s union meeting. Relax and let me do all the work.”

I was wheeled out to the preparation area with showers, toilets, and a wall loaded with medical supplies. First he brought out a handheld shower and proceeded to soak me down with warm water. Then a liquid soap was sprayed over my entire torso, followed by a warm rinse. Then he laid out three straight-edge blades for shaving. I had been shaved previously, however, a smooth clean shave, followed by a waxing of my eyebrows, which came as a painful surprise. Now I was absolutely spotless as he proceeded to insert a catheter into my semi hard dick. I always hated the insertion and removal part of the process. Piss started to flow freely into the bag attached to the side of the table. My legs were drawn up and my asshole was again being shaved. After the shaving with legs suspended I was given a series of enemas, two warm water and the third an “unknown mix” (Probie said it was my “vitamins” which would be given on a regular basis. After he was sure I was cleaned out, he injected my hole with lube and inserted a medium size butt plug. By then the third unknown mix of fluids had me stoned and very relaxed.

Then I was rolled over so my back could be washed and shaved, which was done in quick order. Now I received a facial massage and a head massage followed by a buzz cut and another shampoo. It was then I spotted the two cameras in the room aimed at me. Probie said he had been given orders to make sure I was in a stoned state for the party. Then I was rolled back over on my back, and I could feel a cool breeze from the air conditioning in the room. Next thing I knew Probie returned with a syringe and proceeded to inject around the base of my cock.  He told me to get some rest and he would see me in a while. I was still cathed, and he wheeled me back into my soundproof room and locked the door.

I must have dozed off when I opened my eyes and the Chief was looking in on me. “Tonight is a big night for you,” he indicated. “Several of our lifetime members will be here to play with you. You and Probie One will be the center of attention for the evening. We are getting him ready now, and you will both be on matching fucking tables facing each other. The lifetimers have already indicated you may fit into their plans for a NHB Probie, a position that has not been filled for several years. Chief has checked your background and approved you for the position. The Lifetimers will need to agree. Tonight’s chilli dinner will start the evening, then a group discussion and then NHB play will commence.” What did NHB mean?

I could hear laughter and discussions in progress. Yes there were more than 3-4 men. I wondered how the Chief knew so much about me. Had the chief been through my apartment and desk? I had told him I was available for the weekend, however I don’t think he was aware that I was currently out of work. For a first-time encounter, I was surprised what direction things were heading. I was always a loner, had been previously owned for 18 months at one point, and no one even missed me! I assumed I was actually getting to see these men but not communicate. There were tears running down my cheeks, happiness, or fear, or both?

In addition to the smell of chilli, I could smell sweat, smoke, and piss, while I laid on the table. Where was Probie Dwight? What kind of shape was he in?

To be continued …