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DISCLAIMER: The following is a fictional story and all characters depicted within are the intellectual property of Silversune. The story contains themes of slavery, punishment, sex between men and men, men and women and men and other 'things'. If you are under 18, it is illegal to read this sort of content in your region, or if you do not enjoy these types of stories please read no further.

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Chapter 5: Medical Torture/Dehumanization

Bright lights startled the sleeping boy from dreams that featured chained young men being used and then tossed aside as if they were no more than mere toys for the mature free men of his dreams. The hotness of the dream had kept his prick fully hard and even the sudden explosion of light didn’t soften the straining flesh.

Once his eyes had adjusted Vas turned attention to a woman dressed in a nurse’s uniform wearing a mask much like the ones that the handlers wore. As he watched she moved about the room and checked on instruments while Vasyl watched silently. A metal tray had been setup within sight and Vasyl could easily see such things as alcohol swabs and a few syringes. The sight of which caused him to shift a little on the bed.

The sound of the boy shifting caused the ‘nurse’ to take notice of his wakefulness. Wordlessly she began to shift a few things around in the room, setting up a series of mirrors so that he could see himself for the first time since the calf milking and then, while she continued with the preparation, he allowed himself a few minutes to admire the changes that his body had undergone with the additions of the head to toe rubber suit which was now a second skin.

A last mirror was slid into place and Vasyl became swiftly aware that the rubber that had been covering his ball sac had been removed though the cock sheath remained intact, the startling pink flesh putting him in mind of the words his grandfather had spoken on their previous meeting and then the hall of milking and the bound rubber clad men with their exposed and engorged testicles. A trill of excitement raced down his spine and up his cock, causing it to bob a moment before the nurse took hold of it and began feeding a metal tube down his urethra.

Hips shifted and lifted a little bit as a muted groan escaped and the rod was attached to the piercing at the tip of his rubber clad cock locking the piece within him once it’d been deeply embedded. Only as she moved away did he see the power cords running out of it and he began to take notice of what she was doing as needles, each attached to a similar electrical line were inserted into the rubber covering him in various positions, though each needle stopped just before it would pierce his skin so that only the tips touched. To finish it up she added a small pad on the skin below his ball sac with a little adhesive to keep it in place before rolling a monitor in between two of the mirrors and then departing the room.

Once left alone the young man began to look around again, looking at the mirrors and the cords which were running from his suit. Shortly thereafter another woman walked into the room while wearing a lab coat and medical mask. She turned on the monitor and then walked over to check the items on the tray before picking up a syringe with clear fluid and a alcohol swab. The rubber along his arm was swiped quickly and then the needle delivered a quick injection.

“You’ll notice a slight tingling and numbness begin to spread throughout your body. This will be followed by a heightened sensation and you will swear that you can feel my breath on your skin, though you haven’t any skin to feel with. The affect will fade, but while it continues we’re going to play a little game.” She set the empty syringe down and picked up the new one as well as another swab before moving down to run a hand over his exposed sac. Vasyl nearly came then and there, the sensations heightened only due to the lack of having skin on skin contact for a few weeks.

While prepping the area for an injection she continued to speak, in affect attempting to distract him (albeit unsuccessfully) from what she was doing. “On the monitor you will see a series of questions. Answer them truthfully, you’ll find there is a button beneath each hand, just press down on whichever side is correct. There will be consequences to your answer. Do you understand?” She didn’t bother to look up to see him nod as she took the opportunity to complete the new injection as he’d stopped squirming thanks to the temporary numbness which had spread to his groin. Before it had faded the doctor removed the needle, cleaned the area and then exited the room. The monitor came alive with the woman’s departure and words appeared in white on the black screen.

ARE YOU SUBJECT 4148?

On the left side of the screen was YES and NO was on the right. Dutifully the boy tapped his left hand. On the screen the answer was highlighted and then blacked out. Vasyl waited for a moment, but the only response was the next question appearing upon the monitor.

WHAT ARE YOU?

Below this one was a picture of a human male on one side and a dog on the other. The words his handler had spoken to him on his first day came back to him, that of being called dog. Dutifully the slave selected the option. The response was instant. Every single probe that had been inserted into his suit fired up with a low voltage jolt of electricity, though the probe down his urethra and the pad below his balls didn’t ignite. Vasyl didn’t take notice of that though as the serum multiplied the sensation tenfold and the boy arched in his bonds, a cry making it passed his gag.

As his nerves slowly stopped screaming out the boy looked at the monitor again and saw the question remained the same, but below it a countdown had begun.

5

4

WHAT ARE YOU?

3

Quickly, fearing the punishment for not answering Vasyl tapped the other side. Again electricity arced through the needles, igniting his overly sensitive nerves helplessly. His hands slammed down on both the sensors at once, answering the question for a third time without meaning to. For a third time the probes tortured his flesh, causing eyes to water while his hard cock waved defiantly in the air.

This time he forced his hands up, wanting no more of the punishment and his eyes locked on the mirror reflections of himself. The writhing creature made up of black rubber; the hard cock bobbing in the air despite the tortured flesh of its owner and below that the startlingly pink and slightly swollen testicles. He tore his eyes away from the mirror and back to the monitor once again.

WHAT ARE YOU?

Man or dog? No, he was neither man nor beast. The counter began to descend once again. The third time he had accidentally struck both, but the punishment that followed agreed with the assessment he saw in the mirror’s reflection. No, he wasn’t either so how could he be both? Vasyl lifted his hands up, though part of him was worried what punishment not answering would entail.

2

1

CORRECT

Once again a jolt of electricity shot through him, though not this time due to the metal needles that had been driven into his flesh. In the mirror he didn’t see the suit for an instant, for him as the sensitivity was so high, it was his own black rubbery flesh he was staring at. This time though the electricity arced through his cock and along his perineum drawing out a cry that was a mingling of pleasure and pain.

The next few hours more of the same continued in different questions, each one of them forcing the young man to stop thinking of what he was, but what he was becoming. The wrong at first sent series of pain through his body, and the correct would mix the pleasure and the pain. As he began to adapt though and the pain started to issue responses of pleasure, as well as a quickening of answers the tester changed the format.

WHAT ARE YOU?

Below the question two pictures came up. On the left a man was depicted and on the right a rubber dildo. The answer was obvious to him now, he was a rubber toy for whoever picked him up. Craving the pain though, he answered man and was given no stimuli. Vasyl hesitated and then hit the other button, the pain wrapped through his body and he arched, thrusting his cock up into the air though no electricity centered over his genitals. The question remained on the screen though the choice was taken away and only the rubber toy was left.

WHAT ARE YOU 4148?

Both hands slammed down on the sensors and he started to slam them repeatedly while writhing in torturous pleasure and pain, his body shuddering as each jolt of electricity brought him closer to the orgasm he so desperately craved.

He looked into the mirror and stared at himself as his hands continued to make the choice. He no longer saw the suit. He saw himself. A rubber toy who took pleasure in the torments inflicted by his masters. An object to be used… to be milked, to be changed and formatted to the desire of his grandfather, his master. He arched again and the slender rod impaling his shaft nearly stifled his orgasm, but soon it was surrounded and covered as his cum blew right past it, the cream splattering over his chest and stomach as his heavy balls spewed its excess, thanks to the shot he’d been given, of seed over him.