By Sang Freud

Brian was in the observation booth reviewing paperwork when he saw the orderlies return with 5962. The subject formerly known as Tom Hathaway was definitely changed. 5962 was now completely smooth and hairless, and the heavy canvas straitjacket practically gleamed under the fluorescent lights. Brian noticed that 5962 was guided rather than dragged to the exam table.

The orderlies encountered no resistance whatsoever as they laid their subject down, and Brian thought he even saw 5962 willingly place his legs into the stirrups that jutted out from the table’s end. Of course the orderlies secured 5962’s legs with leather restraints before cranking the stirrups apart, but Brian even wondered if this one would have willingly spread its legs for him. His speculation got stronger when he saw the tip of 5962’s dick poking out of its foreskin, covered with a light sheen of precum. It wasn’t overly common, but it certainly wouldn’t be the first time that a subject’s true nature emerged under Brian’s gaze.

Tom lay on the table, bewildered. His legs burned as they were forced further apart than they had ever been before. The straitjacket gripped his arms so tightly that it was hard to take a deep breath. The gag felt like it would dislocate his jaw, and nothing he did with his tongue or lips could budge the huge ball stretching his lips and crushing his tongue. He could feel the straps cutting into him around his head and over his cheeks.

What worried him more, though, was how easily his resistance melted away. The orderlies had used the nerve interface generously, forcing him to stand on an X painted in the middle of the room. “Shoulder width apart, bitch. Arms out, palms up,” the orderly called Joe had barked out. A sharp tingle shot down Tom’s spine when he hesitated slightly. “Chop chop, or I’ll make your skin feel like it’s falling off,” he growled as he spread Tom’s fingers apart and forced his head up. Mike, the other orderly, took photographs from every angle. Joe began applying a medicinal-smelling gel to every inch of Tom’s body. “Close your fucking eyes.” The gel burned wherever it contacted skin, so Tom obeyed. “Don’t you fucking move and make me turn this thing up.” Tom’s arms shook as he struggled to maintain his position while the gel soaked into his skin and destroyed every hair on his body. After thirty seconds or so, Joe rinsed the gel off with a hose and the last bits of Tom’s hair swirled into a drain on the floor. “Ready for the scan!” Joe called out. Mike had used a small handheld device to scan a complete model of Tom’s body as he stood, naked, hairless, and spread-eagle. “Bend over, spread your cheeks, and keep those legs apart!” Mike spread Tom even wider to scan his asshole. “Up! Open your mouth. Wide as you can. Wider, faggot!” Mike forced Tom’s jaw open further to probe his tongue and teeth. “Hey Joe! This one’s gonna have to be dilated on both ends!” Mike took further scans of the inside of Tom’s mouth. “Tongue out. All the way. Further…that’s a good little cocksucker!” Mike’s tone changed to a sort of predatory approval. Tom was mortified to realize that his cock was once again betraying him. “You like that, bitch? We’ll make sure you got something nice and big to suck on.” Mike shoved one, two, and then three gloved fingers into Tom’s mouth and hanging tongue. “Might as well get started. Suck, little faggot.” Mike began slowly and methodically fucking Tom’s mouth with his hand. He was inches from Tom’s face as he whispered, “Good boy. If I feel teeth I will light you up. There you go. Suck.” Tom moaned as his cock jolted and twitched.

“Come on, man! We gotta get it back to DeWitt by lunchtime!” Joe broke the spell. He grabbed a straitjacket and held it open. “Ok, bitch. You’re gonna walk over here and put your arms in these sleeves. DeWitt likes ’em all wrapped up neat and clean.” Tom could hardly believe it, but he didn’t even have to wait for the nerve interface to buzz before he walked into the heavy canvas embrace. A pleasant warm glow passed through his body as Joe pulled all the slack out of the back straps and crossed the sleeves in front of him. When Mike approached him with the bright red ball gag, Tom first tried to resist, but listening to his own pathetic begging just got him hornier. He writhed and moaned in Joe’s iron embrace. “Please, man please, don’t do this. I don’t need it, I won’t…it’s so big, I can’t….” But when the ball was pressed to his lips, he opened willingly, allowing Mike to pop it in behind his teeth. He squealed a little when the gag harness was tightened, forcing the silicone ball further back into his mouth. “That’s a good little piggy.”

Tom replayed these memories in his mind lying on the exam table with his legs in the air. It was one thing to be taken and violated, but what was he becoming?

Brian looked through 5962’s measurements and computer model that had scanned into the TBS database. Marketing will have a field day with this. First, though, it was time to start the process. Brian believed in a multimodal approach — any idiot could drug a person into submission, but 5962’s sponsor had paid for a complete mental overwrite. Many subjects in 5962’s role might require some disciplinary “tune-ups,” but Brian suspected that his subject might actually be happier in its new life. He signed off on the initial medical and psychiatric plan, picked up some gear from the 3D printer beside him, and re-entered the exam room whistling a happy tune.

“Welcome back, 5962!” Brian was genuinely pleased to see his specimen on the table. “I see you’re adjusting. Not that that really matters, but it’ll make everything easier for all of us.” He pulled up a stool and sat between 5962’s spread legs. Truly a beautiful cock on a body full of potential. Although he was about to erase all traces of Tom Hathaway from existence, Brian could see how the senator’s son had managed to skate through life. With just a little more discipline, some kind of guidance…but it was too late for that now.

Tom craned his neck to see what Brian was doing at the foot of the table. With his legs forced open and held up in the air, Tom’s dick, balls, and (he realized with horror) asshole were completely at Brian’s mercy. His desperate question, “What are you going to do to me?” came out through the ball gag as a series of anxious mewls.

Brian, of course, understood perfectly. He had no particular need to explain himself to his subjects, but he often loved to prolong the process and watch a man’s will drain slowly away. “What am I doing? I’m getting you ready for your new life. There’s a few pieces of hardware to install, a few medications to start you on, and then we’ll get to the fun part.” Brian laid out the pieces he’d picked up from the 3D printer: a helmet, a set of earplugs, a long, ridged, hollow butt plug, and several pieces of a chastity device. All had been fabricated to 5962’s features and measurements, so they would fit securely but comfortably on its body for long-term wear. Brian liked to keep his subjects aware for as long as possible, he moved from the bottom up. “First up, this” — he held up the butt plug in Tom’s field of vision — “will be going inside you. Have you ever had anything in this tight little hole?” Obviously he had not, but Brian’s words had their desired effect: Tom bucked against the restraints and screamed into the gag.

“Oh come on now, it’s not worth all that. Before too long you’ll wonder how you ever lived without it.” Brian trailed his fingertips along the outside of Tom’s cock, which once again strained to meet Brian’s touch. Standard protocol called for hardware installation to be swift and clinical, but Brian decided to use Tom’s body against him. Clearly some part of 5962’s mind loved being helpless and controlled by men. “It doesn’t have to hurt the first time, you know,” Brian mused as he coated the butt plug generously with lube. “With enough care and patience, just about anything can slide on in.” Brian saw that 5962’s asshole was still clenched shut. “I would try to relax if I were you. Making me force it in certainly will hurt, even before I use the interface to make you want to cut off your own nuts.” Despite the threat in his words, Brian moved incredibly gently, pressing the butt plug’s tip against 5962’s hole with one hand while teasing its cock with the other.

Confusion, terror, and pleasure swept across Tom’s mind as Brian’s fingers drew unbelievable sensations out of his cock. The head, now fully out of its sheath, strained for more contact with Brian’s hand. In the throes of fear and arousal, Tom felt his hole let down its guard ever so slightly, which was enough for Brian to push the end of the well-lubed plug inside him. It was an indescribable, humiliating sensation, but Tom was forced to admit that it wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, when the plug got deep enough to touch Tom’s prostate Brian tightened his grip on Tom’s cock and began jerking furiously. There was nothing Tom could do to stop his orgasm. He had been teased and jerked so much and his legs were so wide and his mouth was so stretched — and, he had to admit, having his ass filled felt so good — that he couldn’t help shooting his load all over the exam table and floor as Brian slammed the plug all the way in.

“Beautiful, 5962, simply beautiful!” Brian exclaimed as he wiped the table and floor beside him down. “Imagine. Just twenty-four hours ago you thought you were a straight alpha ladies man, and here you are now. Now you come screaming with your legs in the air like one of those whores you bought for your frat parties. But don’t worry,” Brian grabbed a tube of medical adhesive and spread some on the flange of the butt plug sticking out of 5962’s ass. “We’ll keep that plug in there for the foreseeable future. You won’t have to worry about needing to be filled for a good long time.” Brian pressed the plug against Tom’s ass and held it there for several seconds. When the medical adhesive cured, nothing short of a single particular solvent could dislodge the invader.

The plug itself was hollow so that it would not need to be removed for 5962 to pass the minimal amount of solid waste his liquid diet would produce. It would also allow for at least some amount of insertion, but Brian knew that the physical modification team would likely have to upsize it if the client requested a permanent internal cock sleeve. He capped the hollow end and turned his attention to 5962’s now-flaccid cock.

“That’s probably the last load you’ll ever shoot, so I’m glad you made it a good one.” Tom reacted to this statement with just a faint despairing groan. Tears were still running down his face as he tried to process the fact that the most intense orgasm he had ever had was from being fucked in the ass while bound and spread helplessly under a man’s touch.

The chastity device that Brian picked up next had several parts. First, a tight carbon-fiber sheath encased 5962’s cock and balls. The sheath had leads that connected to a disk similar to the one on 5962’s neck. Pressing the disk into the subject’s pubic bone allowed TBS staff to control what 5962 felt in its genitals without waiting for the warning buzzes given by the nerve interface. Then a protective cup was placed over the sheath, solid black and shiny, with a hole at the bottom for urine to drain. Then a belt went around 5962’s waist just above the hip bones. A kevlar strap in the front connected to the protective cup, and an identical strap interfaced with the plug in 5962’s ass. Even if 5962 had the use of its hands, the belt could only be unlocked using two keys simultaneously. Extensive (and ongoing!) tests have so far yielded no one who could escape the belt alone even with keys, no matter what motivators were used to encourage success. When Brian stepped back, 5962 was essentially wearing a black carbon-fiber jock that locked his package away. “Better get used to that, 5962. Slaves don’t need cocks, but taking them off is time-consuming and usually just leads to other problems. This,” Brian knocked on the protective cup, “will keep you focused on pleasing your Master and lessens the chances of having to geld you later on.”

Unless its new owner had different ideas, 5962 would probably never see its own genitals again. Contrary to popular belief, there is no particular medical reason a man requires ejaculation, especially if erectile dysfunction is not a concern. Of course the system would have to be periodically removed for cleaning and maintenance, but the subject would almost certainly be rendered unconscious whenever it was out of the belt. On the off chance that its owner wanted penetrative sex, an exact silicone replica of 5962’s cock and balls could be fabricated and fixed to the front.

Brian was ready for the final phase. He brought the helmet and earplugs as he rolled his stool closer to Tom’s head. He unbuckled the straps holding the gag in place and carefully plucked the ball out from behind 5962’s teeth. Its jaw hung slack for a moment, stiff from being forced open. “Please,” 5962 croaked out. Brian used a squeeze bottle to squirt a little water onto 5962’s tongue.

“Take it — take it off!” Tom could feel the sheath crushing his cock as it, oh god was it trying to get hard again? “You can’t…you can’t do this to me.” He looked around frantically, and his eyes fell upon the helmet. “No no no…that’s not…please don’t put me in that…”

“I can do all this to you, 5962. I already did.” Brian was glad to see a bit of resistance from his subject, feeble though it might be. Even a natural slave like 5962 would of course be apprehensive at this stage. Brian rarely worked with voluntary admissions, but he’d heard that this was the point where many of them would try to withdraw consent — when somehow it becomes clear to them that they’d reached a point of no return.

“Now, turn your head to the side for me.” The interface buzzed its warnings and Tom only hesitated a fraction of a section before complying. “Excellent.” Brian pressed an earplug as far as it would go into Tom’s ear, sealing it in with adhesive wax. “Other side, please.”

Tom was still visibly terrified even as he quickly obeyed. Surprisingly, the invaders deep inside his ear canals left his hearing unchanged. “When I turn these off, you won’t even be able to listen to your own heartbeat. Now, thank me for letting you hear the world around you. For the time being, anyway.” Brian was inching 5962 toward a proper slave’s attitude: utterly dependent on its masters and intensely grateful for even the smallest measure of normalcy.

“No! Absolutely not! Get these–these THINGS out of me!” Tom struggled against the unyielding straitjacket. He just had to claw the plugs out of his ears. “If you think I’m going to thank you for this, asshole, you ca—agh!” Tom gasped and choked as his vocal cords seemed to suddenly close up. An electric current seemed to pass through his neck, causing every muscle in the lower half of his face to seize up. He could feel his throat slowly starting to close.

“No talking out of turn, 5962,” Brian said calmly as Tom writhed and struggled for air. “The interface can paralyze your vocal cords when we need to, but it does make breathing and swallowing somewhat difficult. Now. Why don’t we try that again?” Brian lifted his finger from the remote.

Tom coughed and sucked in deep breaths of precious air. “Th-thank you,” he muttered.

“You can say it louder, 5962. And what exactly are you thanking me for?”

Tom had recovered a bit more, but he felt his heart sink. “Thank you for letting me hear the world around me…Sir.” Tom didn’t know why he’d added the “Sir” at the end, but it just seemed…right somehow.

Brian grinned with self-satisfaction. “You’re quite welcome 5962.” Later on in its conditioning, 5962 would be punished for using the word “me” to refer to itself and for daring to address a superior directly. But 5962 had made an important first step. It was time to reinforce the lesson.

Brian picked up the helmet. “Now. I need you to ask me to lock this onto your head.” Tom’s eyes widened and he began shaking his head from side to side. “Sincere and convincing, 5962. Unless you want the shock again, of course.”

Tom could barely control his mouth at all. “P-please…Sir. Please lock that…thing onto my…head.” Brian arched an eyebrow and let his thumb hover over the interface control. Tom steeled himself and redoubled his efforts. “Please, Sir. Please put me in that helmet and lock it on and cut my sound and…” Tom felt his cock grow inside its tight sheath. Was he getting turned on again? The realization broke him even as he found himself leaning toward the helmet.

“Please, Sir…” Tom’s eyes shone with tears and his voice quivered with genuine desire.

Brian was delighted with 5962’s display of submission. It was almost as if 5962 had been waiting all its life for this kind of control. Truly an extraordinary find in the wild, and it was even supposed to be a straight man at that! Brian slid the helmet over 5962’s head, ensuring that the electrodes in the top made full contact with its hairless scalp. The helmet’s faceplate covered the upper half of 5962’s face but left its mouth exposed. When he was certain it was properly placed, Brian tightened the collar beneath the chin and locked it on.

When the helmet came over his face, Tom was surprised to discover that he could still make out most of the exam room. Though it was opaque from the outside, the inside of the helmet had a remarkably realistic VR display that its wearer would be unable to avoid. The electrodes embedded in the top would give Brian and the other staff valuable information about his brain activity. As Tom would find out over the next few days, the helmet’s heavy padding and polycarbonate material made it basically unbreakable and prevented its wearer from any kind of self harm.

The last thing Tom heard was Brian calling the orderlies. “Alright, boys,” Brian said as Joe and Mike removed his legs from the stirrups. “Take it to Isolation Room C and give it the first dose. Remember, the whole tube by mouth and that should do it for the night.”

“Goodbye, 5962.” Tom’s world went black and silent.

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