Unexpected Commitments
I got the inspiration for this story while looking over a series of classic images by a user on FA krayne that i will put links to here.
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2127943/ http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2128107/ http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1857453/
Basic Premise, A single and quite kinky lizardman volunteers for a research study at an insane asylum. While he enjoys being used as a control group to study the effects of the institutions confinement methods. However at the end of his stay he may get more then he bargained for.
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Unexpected Commitments
I suppose I live a fairly decent life. I contract myself out to look over a companies books before the 'official' accountants come in. It's a mutually beneficial arrangement in that it allows me to set my own hours and allows my clients to avoid embarrassing errors that would get them audited.
Other then that I live the fairly standard life of a lonely single lizard with plenty of time and money to explore his kinks. I love wearing diapers, exemplified by the fact that I wore them regularly till I was six. While others would have been embarrassed about this, I did not mind at all, even when others discovered this. I wore them semi-regularly till I was ten when a no fun uncle of mine talked my parents into not allowing me to wear them. I would occasionally sneak in a taste till I moved out on my own. Now I wear them every now and them for fun rather then utility. The fact that I work from home and rarely have to go out means that I can indulge myself nearly 24/7. I also enjoy bondage, but being single has left me limited opportunities to explore this.
That fact changed one day when I went to get some groceries. On a bulletin board near the checkout lines I noticed a help wanted poster that read as follows.
Research Subjects Wanted Escudo Mental Asylum needs ordinary individuals to study the effects of confinement on sane minds and bodies. Subjects will be needed for one week and will be paid $1500 per day. If interested please call 705-555-5555
Initially I thought it was nothing but a prank with either a dead line on the other end or a machine that automatically played a bad song from three decades ago. However, as I thought more about it I realized that if this was real, they might be able to help me fulfill my kink for being bound up, maybe they would even ask for repeat visits. I quickly wrote down the number and drove home to make the call.
After several rings the receiver on the other end picked up and I was greeted with, "Thank you for calling Escudo Asylum how may I help you." I quickly responded, "I'm interested in participation in the study you recently advertised." The other side responded, "Ah thats good, when will you be available to come up here for intake." After informing him about my current lack of work he scheduled a meeting for tomorrow and gave me the rather peculiar instruction to not eat anything solid and to use the restroom as much as possible. Once I had agreed to this strange stipulation, I copied down the directions to the place and eagerly waited for the next morning.
The facility was located in a mountainside roughly an hour and a half outside of the town where I lived. While the drive was long and through roads that snaked to and fro, the prospect of satisfying one of my major kinks persuaded me to continue. Arriving at the asylum I was surprised to find a large thick wall, but no imposing institutional structure behind it. The gate I was directed towards had a sally port that I was allowed to enter the middle. Once inside a guard checked my id and them waved me through the inner gate to the visitor parking lot near a set of simple structures built into the mountainside.
Once inside another guard led me to a door that had a name tag which read Dr. Silvos. As I entered he rose to greet me and after a handshake he went into detail about what they hoped discover from the study i was thinking of partaking in.
"As you can probably imagine we have plenty of data on the mental and physical states of the patients here. However, we have nothing in the way of a control group with which to provide a good comparison. Needless to say this leaves us with an informational blind spot that could have a detrimental effect on treatment. Thats where control group tests like the one you are considering come into play. Since our low security unit is little different from society at large and our high security unit requires preparations that are long term, you will be sent to our medium security unit should you consent to this study."
The reasoning behind what he said made sense. If there was a difference between a sane and insane mind in ordinary life then holding both in confinement would probably serve to reveal this.
"Before you agree to this, you should probably know how our patients are confined with in the medium ward. Patients are kept in straitjackets 24/7 and they are constantly diapered since they are either unable or unwilling to control their bodily functions. Their feet are contained in rip proof locking socks so they can't use their toe claws. Each one is confined in an individual cell roughly four feet wide by eight feet long by four feet tall. The walls are covered in thick rubber padding with the exception of small air vents in the eight interior corners, a tiny window in the door, and a series of hidden led lights that are used to simulate day light."
He just had to go into great detail about what amounted to a near total fantasy of mine. Thankfully I was able to hide my slightly hardening erection.
"Judging by the fact that you have not objected to the diapers tells me that your still interested in this study. Anyway, the back wall has a small tube which patients suckle on for food. The food in question is a sweet tasting liquid that means they only have to pee. Thankfully we only have to change them once a month due to the unique diapers they wear. They are similar to the portal briefs that hit the market about a decade ago except that the portals cannot be placed next to the skin and they cannot absorb on the fly. As a result a thick and reusable absorbent layer is sandwiched between the privates and the portal. Three or four times a day, or whenever the absorbent material is saturated the portal removes the liquid waste and briefly squirts warm water onto the occupants privates and buttocks. I can tell you from first hand experience that it is a relaxing feeling."
Now I was really liking the idea of this. I was four years old when the so called black hole diapers hit the market. As much as I enjoyed getting my legs and butt lifted up for a change, I loved being able to wear diapers 24/7. This also contributed to my parents willingness to keep me diapered well past the age of 5 when most hatchlings complete potty training. Around the house I refused to wear anything other then a well fastened black hole diaper, a habit that lasted till I was six. After that I had to make due with regular diapers till I had moved out on my own. Even then, they were an occasionally luxury that I eagerly waited for. This volunteer research was sounding better by the minute.
"Finally we need to go over the schedule and rules that you will abided by. For the first two days you will be bound like any medium prisoner, free to tumble around in your padded cell. On the third day, a paralytic gas will be released into your cell and you will have a sperm sample taken, be attached to the forced exercise machine, and then bound up like those who break the rules. The last two days will be spent like the first and then you will be given an exit physical before you leave. As for the rules, there are only two rules medium prisoners need to worry about. The first is that going into the cell ungagged is a privilege that you will loose if you try to bite the walls, jacket, or diaper. Prisoners who violate this rule are given a paralytic gas, bagged in strait body bags, and then intubated with a gag that locks to the hose and forces them to eat. The other rule is that you must consume your days nutrition. Anyone who breaks this once is bagged for a day with light blue straps. If they break it again within a weeks time they are bagged for a week with dark blue straps. If they break it a third time within a month they are given black straps for three months. If they violate the rule after that they get black straps that are welded shut. However, since you will be bagged with white straps halfway through, you won't need to worry about that. So with all that in mind, are you still interested."
I could barely contain my excitement as the doctor handed me a clip board with the release paper I was to sign. I was so excited that I skipped my usual habit of reading fine print. As I finished, Dr Silvos stated to me in a friendly manner, "Before we 'commit' you would you like to go on a tour of our facility." Having never seen the inside of an asylum I could not resist saying yes.
The entrance I had used was only a small out cropping of buildings on the edge of the mountain side. The rest was buried deep under ground, no doubt to deter escape attempts. We first visited the minimum wing which was mostly for those who needed help and had checked in voluntarily. I was hard pressed to see it as different then a large apartment complex. The doctor mentioned that there was a fenced in area outside where the minimum security patients could exercise and get some fresh air.
Skipping past the ward I would be briefly occupying, we toured the high security ward. Here patients were kept in sealed body bags that had openings for hoses that gave them food and removed their waste. The bags floated in test-tube like structures that were no doubt secure as bank vaults. The tubes usually sat with their tops flush with the floor, but occasionally a technician would raise a tube for inspection. Of course this mattered little for the nameless reptile encased within. Seeing my concern about my own condition, the doctor reassured me that only those who broke the rules in medium repeatedly, or the most violent of criminals were restrained here. Indeed, this had come a quite humane alternative to the death penalty.
Finally moving to the medium security ward, I noticed several large reddish brown lizards wearing only black portal briefs patrolling the hallways. When I asked, the doctor explained that they were cons like the lizards in the high security ward with the exception that their briefs contained machinery that allowed the doctors to have complete control over them. These mind control briefs changed color depending on the mode of control. Black compelled them to act as guards under the facility doctors. With little free will they could work for long shifts before being sent to a room with locking beds. Once restrained the briefs color would change to green and they would be forced to sleep for the necessary amount of time. While I was slightly put off by this, I seemed like a better life for them then rotting in prison till they became too old to be a threat and too expensive to care for. Additionally, the portals in their briefs meant that they never had to go to the restroom.
Eventually we entered a room with several straitjackets hanging on the wall, cabinets filled with black hole diapers of various size, several black briefed guards, and half a dozen tables with padded tops. Before I could fully take in all the sights, I felt the light sting of a needle on the back of my neck followed by a quickly onsetting paralysis. A pair of guards caught me by my armpits to prevent me from hitting the floor. The then quickly removed all of my clothing. To my questioning gaze the doctor stated calmly, "Your intake processing needs to be as close to that of an ordinary patient in order to get good data."
After he said that, three additional patients were brought in, each with two or three guards accompanying them. The first one was limp and being carried over the shoulder of a guard as if he had been pulled from a burning building. Since he was already in a straitjacket and diaper, he had most likely broken the rules and was now going to be bagged.
The second was bound in heavy iron and was laughing hysterically, all the while trying to swing his limbs. He was no doubt suffering the giggle virus, a disease that caused the afflicted to run around wildly, waving their arms at anything they could find, and laughing like a hyaena. Interestingly enough, I had traveled to areas where the giggle virus was prevalent in hopes of getting into a place like this. That being said if no one could restrain those suffering from the giggle virus in time they would eventually pound themselves to death. The upside was that they were incapable of feeling pain. Once committed to places like this the disease would run its course in a few weeks or a few months. However, some never got better and had to be jacketed for the rest of their lives. Needless to say a quick paralysis drug stopped his flailing but not his laughing.
The last one seem resign to his fate despite consistent denials that he had not heard voices telling him to do some crazy act. In any case I had little time to peruse the others since the guards carrying my were getting to work. After laying me down on one of the tables my limp arms were threaded into the closed end sleeves of the jacket. I was briefly brought up so that the back micro magnetic locks could be fastened. One of the guards 'hugged' me so that the jacket would be tight enough so I could not wiggle out but loose enough that I could breathe. Once that was done, my arms were threaded through a loop over my belly that prevented me from lifting my arms over my head. The front loop was tightened and the sleeves were locked together in back so I could no move my arms.
After they had made sure my jacket was tight, it was time for the other garment that I desired. By thais point I sported a slightly obvious erection that the guards lightly chuckled at. Still this did not stop him from sliding the diaper beneath my bum and then pulling up the front panel. To my surprise, the inside had a strap that the guard slipped my cock and balls through. This made sure that my penis would always point down, right into the thick absorbent crotch that would force my legs into a toddler like waddle. He then closed the diaper and taped the sides as tightly as possible. For added resistance, he used a device that fused the tape tabs into the wings so that I could not simply un-tape my diaper.
The final straps on the jacket were a pair of crotch straps that were locked in the back both to keep my diaper and jacket in place. My feet were then covered in thick canvas and leather socks that locked around the ankles and sealed my toe claws. The last touch were a pair of secured patches that said 'volunteer.' As they were finishing with me I looked over to see the final touches on the rule breaker. Now fully bagged, a pair of tubes were inserted into his nostrils with one providing air to his lungs and the other sending food to his stomach. These were secured with a latex mask that left only his eyes uncovered. He was then fitted with several belts around the strait body bag. There was a belt placed around his neck as a collar to keep his mask from slipping off, a belt around his upper arms to keep them still, a waist belt to keep the bag taught, and belts at the thighs, knees, and ankles to force his legs together. Since his belts were dark blue, it was a good bet that he'd be like that for the entire time I was here.
About this time, the paralysis drugs started to wear of in all of us. Those of us still luck enough to have use of our legs were helped to our feet by one of the guards assigned to us. The bagged just squirmed lightly as he was once again shoulder carried. Since we were all much easer to control now, one guard was assigned to each of us and they merely served to direct and prevent us from falling. The eight of us were assembled into a line by a pink orderly with the resigned-one first, myself second, the giggler third and the rule breaker forth. Once this was done we were marched to the cells that would contain us. Each of us had a different character as we walked along. The resigned one walked at an even pace and did what he was ordered. I walked at the same pace but I was lightly trembling with excitement. The giggler tried to run off on several occasions but the firm hand of his guard prevented that. The bagged on did not do much of anything except twitch occasionally.
After traversing several hallways, we arrived at medium security block delta. On the right side of the block was a floor to ceiling mirror that prevented any blind spots. On the left side there were the cells stacked three high and each having a large engraved number on the door. After some more walking we reached a column of cells that had 36 on top, 37 in the middle, and 38 on the floor. As we stopped, the orderly stated "This ones new and low risk, put him in cell 36." Without hesitation or effort, the guard lifted the patient by the seat of his diaper and almost dunked him through the opening of a top row cell.
Seeing my anticipation, the guard watching me stated "Excited aren't you." All I could manage was a nod to which he replied, "Don't worry, you've been a good boy so I'll make this as fun as possible for you."
Once the door on cell 36 was locked and the guard had left, my guard directed me forward. The orderly gave me a quick look over and ordered, "Volunteer, Low risk, put him in cell 39." With little warning, I was lifted by my well padded bum towards the open door. Instinctively I tried to used my arms to stabilize myself but the jacket quickly gave a soft reprimand. In any case, my efforts were not necessary since the guard easily hook shot me through the door of a cell next-door to the resigned patient. I landed on soft padding that sank under my weight, giving off a squeak that was music to my ears. I turned around soon enough to see the door closing and hear the hissing sound of the impenetrable locks engaging, cutting off all sound from outside.
Before setting about enjoying my new home, I watch through the window as the patients behind me were loaded. Giggler was placed in cell 40, right bellow mine. Even with restraints the guard had to shoe horn him in and quickly secure the door. The bagged one was placed in cell 41 bellow and I watched with interest as the feeding tube was connected. I knew that in roughly two days time I would be like that to. With all the patients secured, the guards and orderly left leaving all of us to our own special little rubber world.
With nothing else to do, I looked back into the cell that I had volunteered to occupy. I was practically in heaven being mercilessly bound in a strait jacket and being able to pee where ever, whenever, and in what ever position I liked. It was quite relaxing to be suddenly relieved of all responsibilities. While reveling in this, I heard the voice of Dr. Silvos over a small hidden speaker.
"These cells are equipped with speakers so that we can communicate with patients and announce rule violations. For the purposes of this test we will not be talking to you except during your scheduled removals. However the automated announcements like when its time to sleep will be left on. Also there will be clock chimes at the quarters of the hour. Goodbye and see you in roughly two days."
Once the announcement ended I started to explore my surroundings. The rubber padding was quite soft and it felt quite good to crash against. Moving over to the feeding tube I tentatively took a sip and found the taste to be quite delicious. I continued to suckle on it for a few more minutes till I had had my fill. As i released the tube, an artificial voice stated in a matter of fact tone, "30 percent of your daily rations consumed." Slightly surprised by this, I fell on my back and once again enjoyed the lack of control.
I next set about testing the limits of how I could move. True to the description I had been given earlier, I could only sit up or kneel in the low ceiling cell and I had plenty of room to lay down. I also set to squirming quite a bit, an action that was always met with immovable thick canvas. Falling down onto my belly I discovered that when my crotch had impacted the rubber floor, the diapers interior fluff felt quite good on my exposed cock head.
My kinky mind immediately went to work and wondered if it would be possible to masturbate in this situation. I humped my crotch against the floor and was immediately rewarded with a surge of pleasure that I had know from private experience. Like a mindless beast in the midst of the rut, I started humping my crotch against the floor, enjoying the feeling of my cock head being tickled by the diapers inner fluff. In the past when I had done this, I had to rely on my imagination to fully get my rocks off. Here, however, it took what seemed like mere seconds before I was hit with a powerful climax that forced me to sow plenty of my seed in the absorbent garment that spread my legs.
While basking in the afterglow I rolled onto my back and lay in place for several minutes panting with satisfaction. Once I came down from the plateau I realized that I needed to pee really bad. Being used to having a diaper between my legs, I did not hesitate to relieve myself. The feeling of my crotch becoming warm and damp was almost as enjoyable as the climax I had sought out for earlier. In a surprisingly short amount of time, the filler wicked away the liquid leaving a slightly denser layer of warm and mildly damp fluff. I could also feel some of the warmth radiating through the plastic cover where it touched my thighs.
Having experienced nearly every aspect that I loved about diapers, I lay there for several minutes reminiscing about the first time I had been put in black hole diapers. I was about four and a half at the time and my parents were tiring of changing my diapers. I had worked out an arrangement where I would tell them if I had to go number two after which they would remove my diaper and lead me to the restroom. Not that it would have mattered since lizard scat is pretty solid and easy to clean up. This all changed when black hole diapers his the market. Now I could wear diapers almost continuously and my parents would only have to change me once a month. Twice a day my business would be automatically teleported to the sewer line and my crotch received regular washes.
This lasted till I was six years old and only needed to be diapered at night, at which point my parents resumed using regular diapers. I would occasionally wake up to wet diapers regularly until I was eight and I begged my parents to keep diapering my even when I stopped wetting the bed. Sometimes I would wake early and go running around the yard with nothing but a diaper before my parents would remove it. While there are no laws against wearing diapers for non-medical reasons, it still draws a disapproving glare, something that I easily ignored. This bliss lasted till I was ten when my uncle talked my parents into no longer diapering me. Needless to say, being in this new situation was in many ways a trip down memory lane.
While in thought, I felt the urge of hunger strike me again and I spend even more time suckling form the tube. Midway through my feeding, the taste unexpectedly switched to water which caused a momentary pause on my part. The synthetic voice stated "You have consumed all of your nutrients and 10 percent of your water quota." Shortly after that I heard the first set of chimes that I had bothered to pay attention to. Since I had been put in around 9am and the chimes no indicated it was 10:30am, I had been confined for an hour and a half.
I quickly lost track of time in this white rubber cell. Once the energy that I had expended masturbating had returned, I took to running myself playfully into the walls and laughing at the comedic results. I kicked my harmless legs wildly giving the excess energy I possessed one of the few outlets it had. Eventually I was struck with the need to pee again and this time I did not even bother planing what position to be in. While still in motion I wet my diaper again and was surprised that the partially soaked fluff was able to hold a second wetting.
Around noon, an announcement came on that stated "Diaper cleaning commencing in 3, 2, 1." With that meager warning, I suddenly felt the fluff around my crotch loose all its moisture and return to the dry softness I had started with. Even more surprising was the sudden but highly pleasant jets of portaled in water that tickled my genitalia and butt crack from all sides. I squirmed around on my back like the giggler below me was probably doing until the insides were dried again.
The rest of the day followed a similar pattern. As soon as I tired of fighting the jacket I masturbated. I then had to pee again and being the slightly sex crazed lizard that I was humped the floor again. About the time that my diaper was nearly full of pee and seed, my crotch was erotically cleaned and I went back to reminiscing about my past. Eventually, the speakers chimed that it was 9 pm and an announcement came on that said, "Sleep cycle initiated, dispersing tranquilizing gas." I briefly heard a hissing sound before I went out like a light.
My sleep was filled with vivid dreams that mostly centered on my past adventures in being diapered. Given how often I had wet myself in my dreams, I wondered whether I would wake up with a wet diaper. Interestingly enough, I also dreamed about the high security wing in a somewhat disturbing way. While I had an erie suspicion that I might just wind up there, I also had a slight desire to be confined there, even if it was indefinite.
As I awoke the next morning, I was not entirely surprised to find that I had a damp crotch. Having worn diapers at night before, I had un-trained myself to wet at night. The speaker announced that it was time the usual erotic cleaning which I had now come to throughly enjoy. Once that was done, the rest of the day past in much the same way as the one before. That being said, I probably spent a greater amount of time humping the floor. I also was lucky to watch several new arrivals being placed in their cells.
All of this changed around 7pm when without warning I heard a hissing sound that in no time at all left me even more paralyzed then I already was with the jacket. The door opened and I felt the strong hands of a guard dragging me out. After hoisting me over his shoulder he walked out of the ward and through several hallways until we arrived at the room where I had first been jacketed. Not surprisingly, Dr. Silvos was there to greet us.
"Nice to see you again. We've gathered some interesting data on your physical and mental state under normal confinement and now its time for the bagged portion of the test." The guard then set me down on the table and began to undo the straps of the jacket. Another guard then brought over a body bag that had straps inside that would hold my limbs in a similar position to that of a straitjacket.
My limp arms and legs were passed through loops in the bag and then the back was sealed. The familiar belts were then secured in a way that would make nearly all movement impossible. All of the belts were white and had the word 'volunteer' marked at regular intervals. The most interesting belt was the one around my neck that formed what amounted to an air tight seal of my contained body format he neck down. Sensing my interest, the doctor stated, "In order to clean the bagged patients we use portals in the bag to fill the bag with water. These portals are similar to the ones in the guards briefs. You will be washed twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening."
With the bag now secured, one of the guards brought forth the face mask that I had somewhat feared. "It's a little uncomfortable at first but you will get use to it." I could not help but gag slightly when the two tubes were forced down my throat, one going to my lungs and the other to my gut. Once that was done the mask was secured around the back of my head, leaving my nostrils covered and forcing me to breathe through the tube. It was an odd sensation to breath and not feel any air flowing through my mouth of nose.
"You will be kept like this for about a day and then you will experience our forced exercise and milking machine. Judging by how much you masturbated, you should be able to give a lot after not being able to do so for several hours." My surprise at this was short-lived as the guard picked me up again and returned me to the cell block. This time the orderly had me placed in cell 42 on the ground. After hooking up the feeding tube, the guard left and closed the door.
As I settled in, the speaker stated, "Initiating Wash Cycle." Without warning, several portals in my bag jetted water onto my body in a very erotic fashion. The portions of the bag unsecured by straps bulged out slightly for several minutes and the water sloshed around leaving my body lightly tingling. My diaper also became quite soggy to the point that my restrained legs were forced slightly apart. Eventually the water in my bag and diaper was drained and both returned to normal state.
Now left to the tedium of being tightly bound, I squirmed lightly to test the limits I was under. The straps were so tight that I could not even roll off of my back. Eventually giving up, I waited till the speaker announced that is was time to sleep. The night past much the same as before with dreams of my childhood and what I was continuing to see as a premonition for my future. I dreamed that the buff guards were bagging me for a lifetime stay in the high security wing and half of me wanted it.
In any case I awoke the next morning with a wet diaper that was quick cleaned. After that I was bathed before being left to squirm. While this was going on, I noticed that the feeder tube was automatically pumping the nutrients into my gut. It was a very odd sensation to have absolutely no control over how I ate. This continued till about 11 am when the speaker announced, "Nutrient quota fulfilled, dispensing 50 percent of water quota." The flow continued till about one in the afternoon. By this point I felt slightly bloated and really had to pee. Without hesitation I let loose and nearly flooded my diaper. Thankfully the portal kicked in and cleaned me before anything leaked.
Not long after this the speaker announced, "initial water quota reached." With nothing else to do, I zoned out for the rest of the day and waited for my bladder to demand release. About half way through the afternoon, I finally gave in and released enough to leave my diaper slightly damp but not enough to trigger the portal. To my surprise, the speaker suddenly announced, "Dispensing remainder of water quota." Once again, I was force fed enough to leave me slightly blooded but not enough to cause discomfort. In the early evening I once again had to use my diaper and this time it almost leaked. Thankfully the portal kicked in and it happened to be time for the evening bath as well.
Once all this was done, I felt the familiar weakness creep over me as the ventilator forced me to breath in the paralytic gas. My limp body was retrieved by one of the buff guards and once again I was carried off on his shoulder. This time, however, I was take to a room that had several tables with what looked like electrical contacts on the padded tops that were contoured to fit a prisoners body. Once my paralyzed body was removed from the bag and diaper, I was placed on the nearest open table with my limbs spread was wide as possible. Several retractable bands were pulled taught on all of my limbs, even my tail and head were tightly restrained. The only cue I had as to what was going on was a ceiling mirror.
Once secured several doctors started placing electrical leads all over my body. I also felt a small hole opening on the table where my butt crack was, after which a lubricated plug was inserted into my tail hole. A pair of leads were also placed on my nipples. Through all this my mask stayed on, to which Dr. Silvos informed me, "Normally we gag even the jacketed prisoners for this part so that they don't bite off their tongues accidentally. However the mask you are wearing works well enough in this role so it will be left on instead." While he was saying this, the other doctors were checking the lead placements to make sure that they were correct.
The relatively free occupants of the room now turned their attention to the one part of my body that had largely been ignored, my genitals which despite the exciting situation remained calm and flaccid. Feeling a desire to instruct again, Dr. Silvos stated, "since you have some performance anxiety, we might as well help you out. Activate the low level stimulation," he commanded to on of his assistants. Shortly after this, I felt a light electrical current start to flow through the anal plug and the leads on my nipples. It was by no means painful and other then leaving a pleasant warmth in my groin I hardly noticed it. On cue my member stood up and several of the doctors moved in.
The final leads were a trio of flexible bands that were slipped onto my member. The first was placed at the base of my cock, the second was slipped around my balls, and the third was slipped around both so that it sat at the base of my genitalia. These rings also had electrical leads that were probably reserved for the milking portion. The final touch was a vacuum massage and collector sleeve that my aroused member was slid into and secured behind my balls. Once again feeling instructional, Dr Silvos stated, "The sleeve around your cock serves two purposes. During the exercise portion, it will collect any waste that is accidentally released since the electrodes have been known to cause inmates to loose bladder control temporally. Finally during the milking portion it is used to collect sperm for storage and analysis."
As he finished his explanation, the doctors moved away with only the one controlling the computer that would 'exercise' me staying relatively close. The last thing that anyone said to me from that point until I had been milked was a simple and hurried briefing from Silvos. "Alright, you will be run through four programs before you are jacketed and returned to your cell. The First is a five minute warm up that will acclimate your muscles to being involuntarily stimulated. Once thats done you will be subjected to the 20 minute main program that provides our patients with all the exercise needed to prevent muscle atrophy. You will then be subjected to a five minute cool down to ease you muscles back into the more sedentary cell life. The final program is a ten minute milking program that is focused solely on stimulating your genitals to orgasm. The reason that it holds you off for a total duration of ten minutes is to ensure optimal sample quality." He then turned to the assistant on the computer and commanded, "Begin the warm up program."
With that less then adequate warning my entire body was suddenly treated to electrical currents that tickled almost every square inch of my skin. Like the initial stimulation it was by no means painful but it still would occasionally override my conscious mind of force out a spasm here and there. I also found myself tittering lightly as I struggled to hold back the full throated laughs that only my mask would muffle. Thankfully I was able to keep my bladder in check though it was a struggle to balance that and the desire not to giggle. As the warm-up program dragged on, I nearly peed myself several times and struggled to keep from laughing. Through all this the guards and doctors merely watched with amusement as I was mercilessly tickled by the machines.
Eventually the five minutes passed and the current was upped again. WIth my body in a constant spasm that I had no hope of controlling, it was a wonder that I kept from laughing and peeing for all of eight-seconds. At the same time that I started laughing like the giggler I had been brought in with, I relieved myself in the collection tube in much the same way as I would probably feed it my seed later on. The next twenty minutes dragged on and on as I was tickled without end. Thankfully my bladder had emptied entirely so I did not have to worry about that happening again.However the combined effects of the forced muscle spasms and muted laughter was quickly wearing me out.
Thankfully the main program ended and the current was backed down to warm levels. I panted heavily as my body relaxed from the forced by not entirely unpleasant exertion that had held an iron grip on me for twenty minutes. However this relaxation was tempered by the fact that once the cool down program ended my genitals would be similarly ticked for ten minutes and then forced to climax. Still, the fact that I had no control over the matter gave me an oddly relaxing feeling of acceptance that perhaps the resigned lizard knew very well. Whether I wanted it or not I was going to be milked and since I could do nothing I might as well enjoy it.
After the cool-down program ended a full second passed before the milking program initiated. A tickling current started flowing into my genitals that forced an odd combination of laughter and moaning from my muffled mouth. This time my movement were not forced spasms but a half hearted desire to escape the sensations of sex that overwhelmed the rational mind. After only a minute or two I was shocked to realize that I was very close to climax. My kinky mind started to work against me as I wanted to achieve release but was forced by the machines to wait until my balls had prepared a sample worthy of the doctors attention.
I was quickly reduced to the mentality of a sex starved beast as I was repeatedly brought close to release only to be denied. The exhaustion that the work out had spawned in me had only intensified as I was milked and I idly wondered whether the end result of this would be a sentient lizard or an exhausted and sex crazed beast that needed to be constantly kept on a well held leash.
Eventually the program approached its climax I knew that I would finally attain release. In the final seconds I tried to fight the machines on last time but their unyielding desires could not be denied. With a pleasure that could not be described I screamed into the mask as a large sample of my seed was pumped through my member into the collection tubes. My exhausted body slumped into the table and did nothing as the electrodes and bindings were removed. While I laid there trying to recover my strength, Dr. Silvos Idly commented, "One of the major advantages to this method is that it leaves patients unable to resist being jacketed."
True to his words, I could not offer the guards any struggle as I was once again secured in a straitjacket, diaper, and locking socks. SInce I lacked the energy to walk, I was carried back to my original third row cell by the guard that had kindly led me there only three days earlier. After the door was shut behind me I was so tired that I passed out before the sleeping gas could be released.
The next morning I woke up more relaxed then I had ever remembered and with a pleasantly damp diaper between my legs. After the exhaustion and intense pleasure of last night I was quite content to settle into the tedium of violating the floor, being fed sweet liquid, playfully bouncing off the walls, and sleeping with little concern over bladder control. The last two days passed far too quickly for my liking and I hoped that while being released I would be offered the chance to do it again.
Finally the end of the last day came and I was treated to the door of my cell opening. In a friendly voice, the guard who had placed me there a week ago called out, "Its time for you to be released my good little patient." I obediently crawled over to the door and let him effortlessly pick me up and place my feet back on the floor. I was then gently led to the office of Dr. Silvos and instructed to sit on a chair and wait for him. When I asked why my jacket had not been removed the guard simply told me to relax and that the matter would be taken care of eventually.
WIth nothing else to do I simply sat there enjoying what would probably be my last moments wearing a straitjacket for a while. I briefly though of how I defenseless I was as torso with useless arms who would only end up sprawled on the floor and easily secured by the guards. Still I felt oddly relaxed given that with any luck I would not have to wait long until my next week long vacation in a straitjacket and a black hole diaper.
My kinky musing were cut short as the good doctor entered and seated himself behind the desk in front of me. In a jovial tone he stated to me, "I have to thank you. We have not gotten many calls for the research position you volunteered for and many of those who called left after I mentioned the diapers. You have provide us with a wealth of useful data and we cannot thank you enough for this." Catching his infectious mood I went into great detail about how much I had enjoyed being part of this study and how if he needed more data I was willing to offer my body again. His response while cordial left me slightly unnerved about my safety.
"I don't doubt that you would like to go through this again. Normally you jacket would have been removed by now and you would be sent home with your well earned compensation. However during your confinement, we noticed some rather disturbing trends that are well known indicators of a serious mental illness known as chronic sexual addiction. While my colleagues have agreed to let me decide how to deal with this situation, I would like to hear your explanation before I make any decision on whether you need to be subjected to involuntary commitment for your safety and the safety of others."
At hearing the last part, I was throughly panicked and wanted to get up and run out the door. Of course my jacket prevented this and even if I could use my hands trying to escape would only prove him right. With a growing sense of defeat I tried to worm my way out be describing anything that would get me out of this situation. I even told him of almost my entire childhood and how I even if he was right about this, I had no criminal record and was not dangerous. When this appeared to be failing, I got desperate and boldly stated that he had no right to commit me. By the time I had finished this longwinded story I was starting to sound like a babbling lunatic.
To my great concern Dr. Silvos simply stared at me with a dispassionate look in his eyes as I kept grasping at straws. When I finished he stated in a tone that made no joke of his intentions, "I think you fail to understand how serious you condition is. In the past others with addictions like yours have committed terrible sex crimes, often against those under the age of consent and often without consent towards those over the age of majority. About 15 years ago, the government got tired of finding these waiting time bombs after the fact so they quietly passed a law that provides for the confinement of individuals who manifest these symptoms. From what I have seen and what you have told me I have no doubt that you are the kind of person this law was written to contain. Additionally you should have read paragraph ten line seven or the release you signed since it provides for the detaining of individuals in our studies who exhibit symptoms of known diseases while under observation."
Now visibly shaking, I quickly turned around to see it the way to the door was clear. I nearly fainted when I saw two guards standing there silently. I turned around and once again begged for the doctor to reconsider to which he only replied, "This is for your own good, do not resist." I struggled to free my self from debilitating indecision as the guards quickly approached and firmly grabbed me. I did not even notice another doctor behind them who injected me with a drug that instantly paralyzed every voluntary muscle except the ones that controlled my eyes. The last words I heard from the doctor as I was carried out were, "Take this deviant to the high security ward."
As my limp body was easily hefted along by the guards I thought long and hard about these new developments. I was quite well informed on political matters, partly out of personal interest and partly out of the necessity that a job like mine presented. Despite this I had never heard of the condition I was now being almost preemptively diagnosed with or the bill that seemingly sealed my fate. I knew that I did not have any friends that would either try to rescue me at great personal risk or who had the power to pull favors. I also had not been on entirely good terms with my parents who were just as eager for their weird son to move out as I had been. For better or worse I would be committed to the high security ward and while part of me wanted to resist, no matter how ineffective my actions might be, the kinky side that had seemingly condemned me to this fate demand that I give in. Besides leaving me hopelessly indecisive, this conflict also left me with a very stiff woody that my diaper strained to hold in.
After being hefted along for quite a distance deep into the high security ward, I was eventually brought to a room that had several padded tables in the middle, large cabinets along a near wall, and a series of several lizards vertically trussed up along the far wall. My attention was instantly drawn to the bound lizards who would probably soon share my fate. There were four of them and each was similarly hooked up to tubes running out of the wall. Each had a metal hood on that in addition to leaving them unable to see or hear also contained tubes that force fed and breathed for them. Their cocks were covered in a sleeve like the one used in milking and a large tube ran out of their back ends. Worst of all I could tell that they were conscious since they would eerily move every now and then.
As I gazed nervously at the bound lizards, the only free occupant of the room, an orderly whose job was no doubt to prepare new arrivals. In a tone that was tinged with a little sadism, the light orange orderly stated, "So this is the new arrival. At least we won't have to leave him here for the necessary week of cleaning. Anyway, get him on a table and strip him. I want him bagged before the paralysis wares off." With their orders received, the guards tossed me onto the nearest empty table and started to remove the straitjacket and socks. Once that was done, my diaper was carelessly ripped off and my raging erection was revealed for all to see.
The orderly noticed this as he wheeled over a large cart that no doubt had all that would be used to bag me. While handing a cup like device that was probably intended for my genitals, he idly commented, "So we've got a deviant, I'm sure he'll enjoy this." I could do nothing but watch in both horror and lust as one of the guards maneuvered my cock and balls into the anatomically shaped cup. Once that was done he applied a strong glue to the edges of the cup and sealed it onto my crotch. The next surprise was the slight vacuum that was applied to my cock, leaving me even more hot and bothered then before.
The other guard then lifted my legs up as the orderly retrieved a butt plug with a hose coming out the back and covered it in lube. He then ignored my pleading eyes while inserting the plug into my tail hole and sealing it in much the same way as the codpiece that now contained my genitals. He then retrieved a pair of tubes that had inflatable balloon seals on the ends. These were threaded through my nostrils with one going to my lungs and the other going to my stomach. As weird as the tube that had been used on me three days ago had felt, these ones felt even stranger.
Now that my life support and waste removal connections were in place, the guards started to thread my legs into the inescapable bag that had a large weight at the bottom. First my tail and legs were squeezed together by the confining rubber. As it moved up to my thighs and waist, the three made sure that the removal tubes were threaded up my back. Once the bag reached my arms, they were fed in crossed over my chest and held tight. By the time the bag and reached my neck, there was no hope of escape, even if my paralysis had worn off.
Before sealing the hood over my head, a last touch was added to give an unnecessary sense of finality. As one of the guards held my mouth partially closed and the orderly pushed a small tube through my lips. I was surprised when a viscous and bland liquid started to pour into my mouth, filling my entire throat down to the balloon seals that would allow air and food to be forced in. My surprise turned to panic as the liquid set hard as concrete, leaving my mouth sealed shut. It also shut off my salivary glands. As the guards cleaned of the over slow from my maw and nostrils, they prepared for the final steps.
The waste tubes were threaded out a hole in the back of my neck and the hood was brought up over my head. My last sight was the nostril tubes being threaded through the appropriate holes and a pair of eye patches being secured in place as the bag was sealed. Though I could no longer see and my hearing greatly diminished, my imagination still was able to paint a pretty clear picture of what was happening. My bagged body was easily handled onto a cart that was wheeled for a considerable distance. Once again I was divided between my rational mind that was all but screaming at how bad this situation was and my kinky mind that simple reveled in being bound like this.
Eventually, the cart stopped and I felt the odd sensation of some mechanism picking my bag up by the shoulders. Once lifted entirely off the cart, I was slowly lowered into the tube of warm liquid that would contain me from now on. Once I was submerged down to my neck, the tubes were connected to some point above me and I was fully immersed in the liquid. Once the tube was locked, the devices holding my shoulders released and I was left floating in black nothingness. As my paralysis finally wore off, I tried to move but found that my options were severely limited. My arms were stuck over my chest and my legs were unable to move so much as a millimeter apart. The most I could do is lightly sway side to side until the tubes overhead or the weight bellow stopped me.
Unfortunately I did not have enough time to experiment further since my tube started to raise up into the inspection position I had seen during the tour. As the orderly no doubt marveled at his latest mounted trophy, I suddenly became aware that the fluid around me was starting to harden. I panicked and tried to sway back and forth, but the liquid was already thicker then molasses. What started as an inch or two of movement quickly decreased as the liquid set harder then concrete around my bagged body. No doubt satisfied with his living trophy, the orderly lowered the tube back into its dark prison.
Compared to how slowly time passed in the padded cell, here time was as good as nonexistent. I waited for several minutes till I became aware of the light and tickling electrical currents that danced over my encased body. I wanted to laugh, but I was no longer capable of making any sounds. I wanted to squirm but my body was held in the iron grip of a solidified gel. All I could do was exist in place, enjoying each playful tickle.
After several minutes I also became aware of the concentrated liquid that I was being force fed. In little time my bladder was stretched to its limit and I relieved myself into the cod piece without hesitation. I took an odd solace in the fact that I would be doing this a lot since the feeling of peeing through my lightly tickled cock was one of the few pleasures I would get in this confinement.
I spent several hours enjoying the simple but enjoyable pleasures of being tickled and relieving myself before another aspect of my confinement presented itself. Without warning, the codpiece over my crotch went to work suckling my member and tickling it with light electrical current. Unlike the earlier milking program, this one was not obsessed with edging me for ten minutes to get a good sample. It simply sucked and shocked me until I fed it several wads less then five minutes after the actions had started. While basking in the pleasant after glow, I was discretely given the sleeping gas and passed out for what passed for nighttime in here.
I awoke the next morning to the same routine, getting tickled randomly, reliving myself often, and getting milked twice in what counts for a day here. There was a new addition around midday when the anal plug suddenly filled my backside with a substantial quantity of water. After being left bloated for several minutes the plug then evacuated the liquid, no doubt leaving my tail hole quite clean.
As the days dragged on I quickly abandon any effort to keep track of time. An uncountable amount of days passed before I was introduced to the final aspect of my confinement. In much the same manner as I had been exercised a long time ago in the medium wing, my body was once again forced to spasm against its immovable container for thirty minutes, after which I was once again miked till I fell asleep.
Eventually I forgot why I was here and I even began to wonder if I had ever live outside this bag. Eventually I came to a shocking acceptance that even if someone out there decided to let me go, I had no desire to be let free. Whether intentionally or accidentally, I had achieved my ultimate fantasy of being permanently bound and free of all responsibility. In one of life's little ironies, I had found the greatest freedom in the strictest of bondage.