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Chapter 7
Watching Matt prepare the urethral sound was almost too much. The 12-inch probe would be inserted into my pet's penis until it reached his prostate. The electric stimulation from the anal probe combined with the sound would make him hard within seconds. I turned back to the other screen taking in the sight of the gorgeous, athletic man, spread out, exposed and restrained, with a cable running out of his ass, looking utterly embarrassed at his predicament. Little did he know that soon his life would consist of a string of humiliating 'treatments' with the sole purpose of making me happy.
The things I had planned for him would exceed anything I've ever done before. They were the result of the experiences I made throughout my journey of dominating others. I knew that being in total control of a perfectly straight guy was the only thing that would bring me the pleasure I craved. I didn't need a broken in slave, I wanted the resistance, the defiant look in the eyes - that was the real turn-on for me. What good was a slave that was used to the treatment he received, craving the abuse? The fascination of using a guy like my new assistant was that he would be keenly aware of everything he would be forced to endure, making him tolerate the abuse at first out of some trumped medical reasons and then slowly making him fall deeper and deeper until there was no way out for him. I really needed to blow off some steam now.
"Marcy? I got a little complication here, so I am not to be disturbed for the next hour or so. I will let you know when I'm done."
"Sure Mr. Townsend. Would you like me to bring in anything before you start?"
"No thanks, I'm fine." Right, I wanted my pet, open for me on my desk, ready to take my load.
Pulling my pants down I once more relaxed into my chair and watched the screen. Matt was just about to insert an anesthetic with a dangerous looking syringe into his piss-slit. I turned the volume up a bit because I didn't want to miss the moans of discomfort he would involuntarily make.
"Well Mr. Walker, this will make your penis numb so that the probe can be inserted. I think it's safe to assume that we have a rather serious case of a virus that you caught. Do you have any idea how this could have happened?"
He started to insert the tip of syringe and slowly pushed it into the penis he held fat with his gloved fist. Baby started to grunt out his discomfort trying to think of a suitable answer.
"No, I don't know... Is this really necessary?"
"Well, Mr. Walker, I really don't want to scare you at this stage of the exam, but your symptoms are pointing to a regrettably severe and rather rare virus that leads to a sort of mutation of you sphincter muscles. You do realize that the 'closing-muscle' of your bladder and your sphincter work the same way. If both of them are affected we do have a serious problem here that can't be taken care of within a couple of days and some medicine."
"What do you mean? It can't be anything serious. I didn't have any symptoms before yesterday. I would know if anything was wrong, wouldn't I?" I loved how scared he sounded. I once again got the lube out and started to slowly massage my throbbing cock. "No need to get upset, Mr. Walker, as soon as the probe is in, I will check the samples and then we will know for sure. Now, I need you to relax and let me do this. Albert, I need you to hold Mr. Walker's penis so I can push the electrode in."
Albert stood right next to the table and carefully pulled my pet's prick away from his body.
"As soon as the probe is inserted you can let go and wipe the excess cream off Mr. Walker, it should have done its job by now."
Matt took the metal tube and started to push it deeply into the piss-slit. He knew exactly when it reached the prostate and stopped. It was such an amazing yet obscene sight seeing a cold piece of metal sticking out of a dick.
I tried to prolong my pleasure by considerably slowing down on my cock. I dared not to think that soon I would be seeing that every second of the day if I wished it.
"We need to leave that in for a bit. This probe will test your penile muscles and it's absolutely painless and won't hurt you in any way. If you get erect from it though, it will be another indicator that points to that virus I was telling you about. So let's hope you will stay flaccid. Albert, let me know if there is a change, while you clean him off."
With that he moved to his table, turned the dial on the panel and started to work with his microscope. Albert took some wet-wipes and started to clean the cream off Baby's crotch, clearly enjoying wiping the hair off with it.
"Why is the hair coming off? Oh my god, what is happening?" Baby was getting agitated again. Matt turned towards him.
"Oh, that is rather rare side-effect of the antibiotics I applied. Don't worry, the hair will grow back and right now you should be glad, because I would have suggested you shave yourself while your condition lasts, because it would make cleaning you so much easier. Now relax, so that we can get a clear reading from the probe." He turned back to his table and adjusted dial to make sure my pet would get a nice erection.
"Dr. Jackson, we are getting an erection here." Albert was meticulously cleaning between the nicely spread ass-cheeks. Baby was now clearly getting excited, sporting a hard-on that almost rivaled mine. He started to sweat again.
"Please take them out." He pleaded with Matt, the double electric stimulation causing him a painful hard-on. I knew exactly how he felt; I had done some playing with Matt before.
"They need to stay in place a bit longer so I can get clear results."
"Mr. Walker?" Matt sat back from the microscope with a sigh. "I'm sorry to tell you this, but it is that virus I was talking about. I'm really sorry."
"What? But how...? What can I do now?" Baby sounded a bit frantic by now.
"Well, there is nothing out on the market yet that will reverse the condition. I'm sorry, but you will be stuck wearing diapers." Matt smiled gently at my pet and squeezed his hand.
"This can't be, there has got to be something that you can do. I...My new job...I can't wear diapers...Please, you need to help me?" His pleading with Matt was music in my ears. I just loved it, when one so cocky sounded so humble.
"Well, there is a rather unconventional treatment that has shown some promising results. But that is still long-term and like I said very unconventional. But...no. I don't think you would want to go through with something like that." Matt appeared to be waving the suggestion off like a pestering insect.
"I'll do anything to stop this. Please, Dr. Jackson, you've got help me."
Grudgingly I put myself back into my pants, chiding myself for forgetting about my resolution from the day before. No more jacking off. I started to prepare a folder with the special contract I had my lawyer draw up. It would give me complete power of attorney while he was in treatment, made him my personal assistant and stated very detailed that he would willingly subject himself to be under my complete control in order to be my pet. Considering the outrageous amount of pay that I was going to pay him, the contract would hold up in a court of law at any time. I was expecting Matt to call me down shortly to join the game, until then I was going to enjoy the exceptional view of my helpless pet.
It was an incredible turn-on for me to see his openings filled with hard metal, invading his most intimate parts that he never thought would be stuffed like that. If he only knew... The tubing I had chosen for him would make him probably panic at the sight of it, it was sort of extreme. It would have a hard shaft, half an inch in diameter to make the insertion of the catheter easier. Matt would measure the length from the penis-head to the root were the shaft would be made of solid platinum, from there a newly developed kind of flexible synthetic material would continue on to his prostate. The synthetic part would be flexible, but I was told that the wearer would feel uncomfortable whenever his stuffed prick was moved. And I would make sure it was moved a lot. I needed Baby to be permanently aware of his tubing; I wanted him to experience a stuffed feeling at any time. I knew I would have to move on to a bigger size after a while, but for now the wand was just perfect. It would be attached with a nice ring going through his head; I had opted against the bar-bell because I wanted to be able to attach a leash to his prick. Thanks to the one way valve my pet wouldn't be able to relieve himself without a catheter and of course ejaculation would be impossible as well. I had always thought that chastity would be good for a boy of his age.
The ball device he would wear after the stretching was devious as well. It would encase his ball-sack in a three and a half inch ringed platinum tube, pulling them down from the body, folding it over a rounded bell-bar like attachment and force it back up through the attached second tube to keep his balls nicely nestled against his perineum. The diapers he would wear most of the time provided enough padding, so that he shouldn't feel too much discomfort sitting down.
Reluctantly I yanked myself out of my day-dream again to follow the conversation two stories below.
"Well at first there would be a two week stay in a specialized clinic..." Matt told my pet while still petting his hand.
"And after that a long time care would be necessary, including a regression therapy to accompany the physical treatment. We are looking to at least a year of treatment under supervised care in a controlled environment. Your body has to re-learn the original use of the muscles."
"But what about my job? Mr. Townsend just hired me...?"
"Well, if I told Peter about your problem, I'm sure he wouldn't be disinclined to help you. After all he did give you the job. Why don't I call him down and we talk with him?"
"You think he would?"
"I'm sure. Let me go to my office and talk to him. Albert will stay here and take care of you." I watched Matt go into his office and waited for his call.
"He's hooked, you pervert. Why don't you come down in a couple of minutes and visit us. I'm going to get myself a cup of coffee and get the paper-work for his self-admittance to my clinic until you get here."
"You're a really twisted bastard, Matt. I knew you would pull this off for me."
I gathered my folder, told Marcy I would be gone for a while and went downstairs.
"Mr. Walker? Look who I got here for you." Matt stepped back into the examination room with me following close on his heels. I could see the shock on Baby's face at seeing me, the relief and then the panic because he still had those metal probes in his dick and up his ass. He blushed from being so embarrassingly exposed in front of me. I walked over to him and stroked his slightly sweaty hair.
"Matt told me about your problem, but as I told you yesterday don't worry about anything, my offer still stands. You will be my personal assistant; I'll do my best to help you get better. But are you sure you want to go through with the treatment. It sounds rather extreme to me." I let a bit of reluctance seep into my voice.
"Mr. Townsend, thank you so much, I will work really hard for you, and try to repay you by being the best assistant you ever had." You bet your cute little ass, my pet. This was the gratitude I wanted from him. I shielded Matt from Baby's view so he could turn the currant of the probes to a higher level. We had to prevent my pet from being able to read through the contracts, the one he needed to sign for Matt was very detailed on the modification process, stating that he wanted this done in order to be finally able to live out his sexual desires. It didn't take long for him to get agitated again; he squirmed on the chair, trying to hump himself against the probes. It was wonderful to watch him trying to get himself off on the metal inserts.
"Dr. Jackson, I feel really weird....can you take these things out." He bit on his lower lip to keep himself from moaning at the pleasure the electric stimulation provided. He was getting close to orgasm, it was now or never.
"We're not done yet with the readings, but you should sign the employment contract Peter brought down and I also need your signature on the admission paper. Here is a pen. When we get done with the paperwork the probes can be removed. Please read the contracts and sign them."
Matt loosened his right arm, handed him a pen and then a clipboard with the papers.
"Just show me where to sign. I'm sure the papers are okay." He was almost frantic, scribbling his signature on each page of the contracts. I nodded to Matt as the last page was signed, my pet deserved a treat for being good, so I he would be allowed to orgasm now. Matt turned the dial again and the increased level of stimulation made Baby pant and sweat like a horse that just came through the finishing line, his moans becoming more intense and then it happened. A mixture of piss and cum tried to erupt from his dick, the sheer pressure forcing the probe to shoot out followed by large spurts of the cum/piss mix landing on his heaving chest. His hips were thrusting up and down now, fucking into the empty air and he was still pissing cum out of his cock. Then he suddenly went limp, the intensity of the orgasm making him pass out.
"All right Matt, Albert. Get to work, I want my pet in two weeks ready for use." I glanced a last time at the sluttish picture Baby presented, come and piss covering him, metal rod stuck in his ass and totally oblivious to the world. I would treasure that picture for the next two weeks while he was away in the clinic, I wouldn't be visiting him to let my anticipation built up so that I could really enjoy the time when he was with me again. They would be the hardest two weeks of my life, but for my pet's sake I was willing to suffer through them.