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Bound and strapped to a table I come to. Still scared out of my mind just less so now. This is the fourth time I've come awake to the room about me, still with no idea what's happening. Unable to move my limbs I try to look around only to remember there is nothing about me. No lights, no sounds, except an occasional whistle of air from the vent in the corner. That's what I think it's from anyway as I still can't tell.

Still hoarse from my last round of screaming I choose to just sit there quietly as I blink rapidly. Lights pop on as a voice starts up scaring the crap out of me with it's robotic quality. "Starting experimentation on subject 217. Subject has been identified as a male Basenji, previously named Blake. Brown in colour with white tail, chest and paws. Subject is 18 years of age and has reached full maturity in all areas of his body. Height is 4 foot 11 inches. Short for his breed but not abnormal. Subject has two intact balls measuring 2.2 inches across, abnormally large for his species and when erect has a 5.4 inch penis which is normal for his height and species. Testosterone and sex drive levles for the subject are at unbelievably high levels. Subject will be utilized for permanent chastity experiments."

"Doctors suggestion was ball torture for achieving orgasm which has been recognized." Ball torture? What the fuck's it on about? "Begin examination and integration of system."

Fully in panic mode now I start screaming despite the pain in my throat as the doors hiss open. "Hey, what the fuck? Get me out of here? I'm a free dog, you can't do this to me."

Several steps later a paw grips my muzzle and holds it firmly shut. "You'll find here I can do what I will with you subject 217. Here you are nothing more than an experiment so learn to enjoy it." Sneering down at me is the face of the biggest bear I've ever seen. Easily 8 foot 7 and weighing over 450 pounds, with a demeanour that if I wasn't terrified before, I most certainly would be now. "Or don't. I would rather you didn't enjoy this. Makes it more fun for me. Now to begin on subject 217. I highly suggest you stay quiet as you won't like my options for keeping you that way subject 217."

Letting me go I choose to play it safe, though with how my throat feels I don't think I could say much anyway. Trying to watch him go, but not being able to I flick my ears toward him, hearing nothing but metal on metal until a flame ignites. Whimpering I do a stupid thing and talk. "What the fuck is that, a flame? What do you need a flame for?"

"Subject 217 you were told to remain quiet. If you do not I will make you go silent." His voice is calm, deadly and precise as if he has done this a hundred times before.

Or maybe 216 times before. With the flames still hissing I'm more spooked by them than his threat. "No, you fucking tell me what that noise is. Let me see it."

"AI, Subject 217 needs silencing. I will be applying a permanent set of gags now." Permanent? Gags? Plural?

Fear striking me I backpedal fast. "No, I'm sorry sir. I promise I'll be quiet. I don't need to know what any of it is. Please don't gag me Sir."

Above me he's holding some fucking messed up shit. A hood you see in the most extreme bdsm porn scenes, a dental gag and is that a pear of anguish? What the fuck is this? "Hmm, what's this respect even in fear? Maybe I won't permanently gag you subject 217. Not yet anyway. Maybe just a muzzle for your little dog head so you can't be tempted to speak at all and destroy my work."

The look of concentration he has gets me a tiny bit of hope as he considers. "Yes a muzzle will do subject 217. That way you can see what I'm going to do to you as well and even comment afterwards. Yes this will aid my experiment." Leaving me with nothing above he comes back relatively fast after securing the muzzle. Brandishing it in front of my eyes I get a look at it now fearing once more. It's of a rubber and leather design, designed to enter my muzzle before trapping my tongue with a tube that settles between my teeth to control breathing. Two straps circle it to hold my muzzle closed while another wraps around the back to keep it on.

Intimidated I stare at it unable to close my eyes now as much as I wish I could. His voice breaks my trance enough to hear him anyway. "Subject 217, if you would like this gag instead of the others open your muzzle cooperatively. If you do not we resort to harsher measures."

Wasting no time as he didn't give me a time limit, I drop my jaw, too scared and intimidated by his calm demeanour and the threat of having the last gag become permanent to do anything else. Watching the muzzle descend I feel my fate seal itself as the tube enters between my teeth and the leather coats around my muzzle. The back strap fits easily around my head before being tightened beyond my comfort levels. As painful as the pressure is, it is bearable after the last few days on this bench, even welcome as a difference.

The two straps around the muzzle though give me a jolt as I try to take a sniff and find myself unable to. Trying again I find the air comes freely through the muzzle though so I don't panic as much. Seeing the black tube coming out from the end I just focus on breathing calmly trying to bring it to normal as the bear stands above me again. Feeling thankful I try and give him eyes that express my gratitude only to receive a frown from above.

"Note subject 217 seems to be thanking me. We will continue with the procedure and find out if he does so at the end of it." Not feeling thankful anymore especially as he seemed unhappy I try to struggle a bit, still finding myself completely unable to.

Unable to speak I watch helplessly as a monitor rolls in front of my eyes showing my body in it's entirety with a centre focus on my genitals. In the side of the frame I can see my torturer. He's bigger than I thought. But it's not the size of his frame that scares me. It's the size of whats hanging between his legs. His cocks as big as two of my forearms, I'd gulp right now seeing it in fear if I could.

Finding out that I can gulp when I see whats on the table beside me. I feel my fear skyrocket from there. Syringes, a bunsen burner, bowl filled with a boiling liquid and a long round tube. Metal tools, leather toys and a huge range of other instruments looking like they have one function. Torture.

"Subject 217 can now see what is happening. His dilated pupils indicate comprehension and his fear faculties have now come online. Sheathe is thankfully at 0% swelling, 10% less than his previous lowest record. We will now begin the procedure."

Sheathe? 0% swelling? Did he expect me to get aroused by this? Could anyone ever get aroused by this? Watching him put gloves on I keep struggling finding no give to the bindings only pain as my wrist starts bleeding. Wincing from it I let my struggles die down, not wanting to injure myself further.

"Subject 217 has now cut his right wrist from struggling. As blood loss will not affect this procedure we will continue." Gloved up, he picks up a metal tool that I don't understand. "I will be opening subject 217's sheathe with the speculum now." Watching and feeling the tip go in. I wonder at what he's doing. The cold sensation of the metal, jolts my member as it touches it.

Feeling invaded but no pain, I try to comprehend what's happening as the bear begins to squeeze on the handle. Gently that I don't understand the feeling to begin with, until I see it. He's opening my sheath? The prong inside my sheath has split seperating into four separate ones. Continuing to widen I really feel the stretch shortly as it reaches what I reckon is the same width as my shaft.

Violated and intrigued I continue to watch as he spreads it further. Reaching the width of my knot I grunt half expecting it to pop out only to be denied that pleasure by my distinct lack of arousal. Grunting in pain as he keeps going I watch him keep squeezing. Keep widening the hole until it's a little gaping cave down there. Trying to scream only to remember I cant through the muzzle, I start panting instead, which would put me unconscious as I think about it but I can't allow it so I focus on my breathing once more.

Finally satisfied he twists a little screw on the side before removing both paws, the instrument held by the angle of the prongs and the width it is held at. "Subject 217 is now stretched to full capacity and we will now begin phase 2."

Not liking the sound of that as he picks up the round tube and a bottle of some liquid. Focusing on the screen I can see all these little flecks on the tube. Like little sharp hooks, but at the end is something else entirely. Something vicious.

Holding it before my nose I get a better look at it. It's like a little opening tri hook, leading to the opening in the hose. Unable to get the idea, I still panic enough as he speaks. "This is a perma-cath. Specifically used in the urinal tract to reach the bladder. Once inserted it cannot be removed except via surgical options. The perma-cath will be inserted into subject 217 now. Once inserted I will flick the release switch opening the hooks inside his bladder and leaving it there permanently."

Removing it from my view I watch as he dips it in the bottle of liquid. "Perma-cath has now been covered in the bonding glue." Placing the vicious tip against my own now visible and very exposed penis, I try and thrash but to no avail. "Turning perma-cath camera on." A little screen appears on my monitor showing the opening of my urethra from the perspective of the perma-cath. Watching it I get more than a hint of dread emanating from the video.

"Inserting perma-cath into 217's urethra now." Holy FUCK! I try and shout as the tip spreads me wider than I was ever meant to go. Disappearing I watch on screen as it goes in both internally and externally. A timer appears on screen displaying two minutes and begins counting down. "Bonding glue has made contact, we now have two minutes until it dries. A tazer shock will become necessary if I do not gain entry to the bladder before then so I can remove the perma-cath and retry."

A tazer? Fuck I scream in my head as it passes a narrow section of tunnels making it's way down. Shocked at how fast this is going as 30 seconds have passed and over a 1/4 of the tube has disappeared but being almost 15 inches long that's not enough. Desperate to not be tazed I almost beg for the tube to go in as I breathe.

"Subject 217 is surprisingly calm during this experiment, obviously in pain but breathing evenly. I am pleased with the pain. Tube is now two-thirds in." This far in, he's slower as he tries to find the path, but as I watch the timer count down now reaching 1:15 seconds left I get an ache of fear. Please just shove it if you have to. Don't fucking Taze me.

30 seconds remain and he's gotten all but three inches in and I find myself praying for it to go in again. Against all logic I pray. "30 seconds until Tazer becomes necessary. Just need to find the last opening."

A shout scares me silly as with a sharp thrust I feel him push down getting the whole thing in. "Perma-cath has been inserted with 5 seconds until glue dries. Removing camera now." Screaming I black out as the the spikes open inside as a little tube rips out of my sheath less than a fifth of the size of what went in.

Coming to, I'm not sure how long later, as I watch him on the monitor preparing more tools for the next part presumably. Seeing my sheath still open I begin to cry, only a little sobbing gets through the muzzle covering my face as I feel the tears run down my fur. Horrified by the feeling welling from my crotch I stare at the monitor, realizing how fucking normal my cock looks just sitting there while feeling so wrong.

The only thing visible is a little tip of the catheter but underneath I feel... Open... Yet I'm not in pain anymore. I'm not sure if I ever was even when the spikes opened. I think I passed out from fear. Fear of what's happening. Fear of whats been done. Fear of what's to come.

The bear that I have no idea the name or intentions starts speaking again, ignoring my whimpers. "Subject 217 is now awake. Wanting him to observe as I find myself enjoying his torment I have compiled the rest of the materials waiting for him. I am now beginning the next phase."

Grabbing a small device off the table he comes over to me again. Only to hold up the device in front of my muzzle. "This is your new valve subject 217. It inserts into the perma-cath before the tips spread out impaling your worthless cock on the spikes. This one is designed to hurt so I hope you enjoy it."

Watching the valve descend towards my open sheath I stare horrified. This can't be happening, it just can't be happening. I was a good dog, always a good dog. Why? I think but unable to get an idea of why as the valve keeps coming closer. The tip feels cold against mine before I get an intense stretch once more. Unbelievably I don't waste effort trying to scream just waiting for the pain. Hearing the spring, I just tense up a little but it hardly has any effect, numb as I now am. My only reaction is to add more tears to the ones that dribble down my face.

Moaning I wait for the pain to come but nothing does. Shocked my eyes widen at the bear smiling above me. "Subject 217 is becoming more accepting. Now for the final phase of his chastity. The cage."

Picking up four curved strips of what I assumed was plastic he shows them to me. "These are the four depth finders for subject 217's sheathe. Once inserted his sheathe will be completely hollowed out and prepared for the glue." Placing them at my opening I watch them go down inside me. "Inserting the depth finders now."

It's like watching the worst horror film of your life, combined with the most out there porno ever as my sheathe gets unwillingly spread apart. A moan would've escaped me at this point for some odd reason if it weren't for the terror running rampant through me.

Intrigued now by whats happening I watch curiously as the four tips are lodged in me, spreading me wide and deeper than ever. The bear seeing my curiosity smiles before grabbing the camera and aims it downward giving me a view of whats happening. "This is subject 217's maximum dilation for his sheathe. I will now be applying the salve glue."

Replacing the camera I get to watch him pick up a bottle and brush and twist the cap off before dipping the brush into the bottle. "This glue will keep subject 217 at maximum dilation with the cage permanently. Beginning now." The bear is even in his strokes constantly applying more of the 'glue' to the brush with each new area. The entire insides of my sheathe get a good coating of the stuff, but in all his care he ignores my shaft presumably on purpose. Moving the depth finders about he makes sure to coat below each one of them before moving on to the top. Tracing the outside rim of my sheathe he twists the speculum too, coating under it.

Apparently satisfied with his work, he puts the bottle back. "Glue has now been applied to subject 217's sheathe."

Grabbing tongs he picks up the canister that's been heating over the bunsen burner this whole time. "The experimental silicone has reached 67 degrees celsius and is in a liquid state. Once applied it will harden and become impossible to remove expanding by 0.01% every week until it breaks down completely in approximately 120 years. Upon contact the substance will immediately harden on contact with the salve glue as I remove the depth probes creating a permanent space. I will then remove the speculum where the silicone will bond with the outside of his sheath and the nozzle tip of his perma-cath."

Holding the open canister above my sheath I stare transfixed at the screen, desperate to believe that this is happening to someone else and this bit is just a recording. "Subject 217 should experience some discomfort from the heat. The silicone design should not cause damage outside of this discomfort. Beginning pouring now."

I watch as the canister is slowly tipped onto it's side over what feels like an age. Only a few seconds pass in reality but in those few seconds I take in everything, the way the glue is sticking to my sheath, how with each breath of air the bear takes, a slight current passes around my exposed shaft chilling it slightly in the warm room. The way my fur shimmers on the camera from the heat pouring off the canister or the way my tongue can't move inside my muzzle to lick my lips from how dry they are.

The first drop falls from the canister as I hiss, the heat dissuading any hope I had about this not being me as time seems to speed up again. Still hissing as a stream of the liquid pours into my sheath filling it up rapidly as I slowly watch my knot disappear into it's depths of bubbling, spitting warmth.

It's not painful, but it is so not pleasurable as the silicone keeps sending waves of unwelcome heat into my body, radiating through me as the stream continues. Feeling the pressure and watching it on screen, my knot has gone fully under now as it starts up the rest of my shaft pressing into my sheathe filling me rapidly. Sheathe more than 3/4 full now with the tips of the spreaders just being visible, he pauses his pouring.

Placing the canister down the bear speaks again. "Pouring has been halted into subject 217 now to remove the spreaders." Gripping the tips of two of the spreaders he pulls rapidly on them ripping them out. Expecting my sheath just to expel some liquid I get a shock as it holds just as open as before, the glue having done it's job of hardening the silicone instantly. Whimpering I watch him in disbelief as he grabs the last two spreaders.

Just as sharply he removes the third and fourth spreaders. Feeling so open and vulnerable I keep whimpering through the muzzle, trying to get used to the feeling but unable to I just shake in my bonds. Why? Why would he do this to me?

"The glue has worked perfectly, holding the silicone in place perfectly on subject 217. The last thing holding him open is the speculum. Using the grippers designed in the tool I will now release the tension in the screw so it will slowly close as I pour the remainder of the canister in, aiming for nothing but subject 217's nozzle to be visible in the sheath."

Preparing the canister once more, he places it over the opening once more as I stare horrified at my remaining two inches of shaft and an inch of nozzle inserted into my tip. Closing my eyes and pleading, I beg for someone to save me from this. I wouldn't care who walked in right now, just that they saved me.

The oddest sensation passes through me as the top of my sheath begins to close, with the speculum still holding me open. So odd that my eyes snap open to see the bears paw return to the canister as he resumes pouring once more. Slower this time, filling me up at the same rate my sheath closes. Seeing the spring mechanism in the speculum I try to comprehend it. It seems to just be a slow release mechanism just as the bear said. It automatically allows my sheath to close, but doesn't snap it back, keeping this smooth.

The thought of that horrifies me. How could he plan something like this days beforehand? Enough to make this horrific tool. Feeling the next inch disappear I do my best to watch the last inch disappear as well. Transfixed as I am, I can't miss it, not even blinking. The liquid rises and rises as my sheath closes and closes. Seeing the last millimeter go under as the liquid silicone touches the nozzle I have a thought that I wince at.

Seems I'm now a permanent bottom bitch. Feeling the slightest twitch downstairs I hear a huge beep from the back of the room. "Seems subject 217 is becoming aroused." If my jaw could drop right now it would as a burst of pain explodes from the catheter's barbs piercing my urethra and bladder, halting my arousal in it's tracks. Gagging I struggle as the liquid silicone keeps rising in my sheath surrounding the nozzle.

"I find it amusing that at the end of the procedure subject 217 remembers that this is the darkest fantasy he ever told me about. To be forced into a life of permanent chastity as a toy, only to be used for torture and amusement." Eyes widening in terror, I recognize the bear finally from a dating profile I'd talked to before. DrkestDomDoom.

Hearing the speculum fall I watch my sheath begin to really close as he tips the canister up on it's end over my sheath. Fear engulfs me as the edge of my sheath makes the slightest contact with the nozzle. It keep closing, despite me not wanting it to as the smallest trickle leaks past until my sheath presses entirely closed on that nozzle as I try to remember just what I told this bear.

At the time I'd just discovered BDSM in porn about 3 years prior at the age of 15. Signing up for a profile on a couple of sites I eventually stumbled on this bear. Something about him being a methodical master that would explore any darkest fantasy a person had. The darker the better. The things he showed me back then were exciting, but after I tried a couple of things and I had lost my virginity, those things were... well... not so exciting.

He eventually discovered my age by me screwing up before we tried anything but made a promise to pick up where we left off when I reached maturity. Forgetting about it not long after, I didn't think on it again except to try a couple of things. Turns out I really enjoy having a hard working cock even if I do mostly bottom.

Thinking back to the things he showed me and what I said I'd like to try I really panic. Some of the stuff I told him I liked were bad. One wolf had, had his tail split in half, held together just by piercings. But the chastity? Fuck, that back then was a true weakness of mine. The idea was so hot back then. Now though? With no choice?

He's speaking again so I perk my ears up. "Subject 217's sheath has completely closed surrounding the nozzle which will now begin the process of cooling the silicone. Holding it's heat and malleability except on the bonding salve glue, the silicone will now slowly harden and over time expand. By the time two hours have passed subject 217, formerly known as Yusef, will be in a constant state of pain and discomfort as the silicone does expand. Unable to go anywhere else the silicone will attempt to crush his cock and over time will eventually succeed."

Watching him on screen as he bends over, only to have him come into my personal line of vision I glare with such hate in my eyes at him that I expect to see him cower before me. His only reaction is to smile before talking once more. "Subject 217 is now a completely chaste toy just as he once wished to be. I will now give him a chance to thank me, his dom for the first time as I remove his mask. I have chosen to keep subject 217 to myself to live out all the fantasies we went over together three years ago. He will be my first permanent toy so he should thank his new owner as such."

There is no fucking way I'm thanking this fucker for doing this to me I think as he begins removing the mask. Not taking him that long I wait for him to fully remove it. Grabbing a tissue he starts wiping the inside out as I try to spit at him. "FUCK YOU! YOU FUCKING CUNT ASSED RAPING SICK FUCK OF A WORTHLESS SACK OF BEAR MEAT! FUCKING LET ME OUT AND I'LL RIP YOUR FUCKING THROAT OUT!"

"WAIT? What the fuck is that? What the fuck are you doing?" I scream as he applies a different glue to the muzzle. Coating the insides of the whole thing I read the bottle on the table. Fur glue? Wtf is that shit?

Nonchalant and undisturbed by what I said as he keeps coating the muzzle with the stuff he talks in the same voice as always. "Well subject 217, this is a fur glue. As you are the first toy I've ever taken on as a permanent toy, I feel the need to inform you I don't like others talking that much. Already having a list of what you do an don't want to try from three years ago, this muzzle is the best way to keep you quiet as my toy permanently."

Unable to speak as my muzzle just hangs open before him he keeps going in a condescending voice that infuriates me more than anything. "I also happen to think it looks great on you and makes you a perfect urinal for me."

Shouting again. "A wha-?" I try to get out only to have the muzzle slammed over mine, the glue spreading everywhere along my fur and nose, the bulb trapping my tongue and touching the back of my throat once more.

Strapping it up once more tighter than before, he turns the monitor off as I whimper and whine fearing for what's going to happen next. Terrified I get a view from the corner of my eye of his huge shaft resting over a bucket. Seeing the tube attached to the base I get a bad feeling about it as he grins. "Subject 217 will now begin his time as a chaste toy. Starting with fluid intake to power the toy." Not able to get a good view I listen as a spray hits the bucket.

Knowing exactly what it is and what's in my muzzle I really start to panic now, gasping for breath only to find the end blocked. Sucking down on the tube, I can't believe I'm surprised by the taste or by the liquid I'm now swallowing as he hefts the bucket onto a stand above me. "Subject 217, the toy, will now either have his fluid intake or suffocate. I'll come back in the morning to see which choice he made."

Walking to the door I hear it open as he cheerfully calls out, "Goodnight subject 217, tomorrow I'll wake you up with more fluid intake." Hearing his laugh as the door slams shut I gulp in terror, only to gulp more and more as the rank piss flows continually down the tube. I'm actually glad for the nose enclosed design of the muzzle as I can't smell the piss which makes the situation bearable as I'm unable to taste it all that well.

Reaching the end I get the first breath of air in a minute only to start panting once more. Crying again as I lie there broken, I look up to see the black screen above me.

Displaying the reflection of a muzzled and defeated little toy pup crying right back at me.