Chapter 2
Just as I had become accustomed to, I awoke some time later, and again, there were two different assistants watching over me as I came to, except these two were freaky as hell. One was taller than Dr. Ives, and one was shorter than him. They both had the same skin-tight leather suits on, and the same metal mouthpieces. However, one had a cock and no balls, again with a metal catheter sticking out, and instead of a tube sticking out of his mouthpiece, he had a custom metal funnel secured to his skull with screws and nuts, that was made to drain into his mouth, with the flange of the funnel sticking straight up above his head. It also appeared that he was able to swallow regularly, and move his jaw, unlike his tubed counterparts. The other was seemingly half man, half robot. He had the same skin-tight leather suit, but they had removed both of his legs, and placed him into some sort of metal suit that made up the lower half of his body. I could see that it was mounted on wheels with a battery pack, and a controller that was perfectly positioned for his hand to grasp. They had designed the thigh compartments so that the nubs that used to be his legs could be seen through some sort of transparent material. The upper part of this metal structure covered his entire crotch. And it had a machined compartment that mirrored his cock and massive balls that were permanently in an erect pose. In addition to this, there were leads going from the battery pack at the base into the metal catheter at the end of the tip of his cock, that were also connected to a massive, machined metal spout protruding from his asshole. In the mirror he stood with his back towards, I could also see that this metal base had a brace that traveled all the way up his spine to the collar that was screwed into his shoulder plates, with what looked like bolts attaching it permanently to his body. As I laid there taking it all in, I couldn’t help but look upon these two freaks of nature with anything but lust. I didn’t understand what they had done to these men, and I didn’t understand why, but I was really turned on by all of this.
“Isn’t he just marvelous,” Dr. Ives asked, noticing me eyeing him, my cock rock hard? “He’s part of our hybrid program, a true work of art,” he explained. “What the hell did you do to him,” I asked? “We’ve transformed him. He came to us through a court order. After multiple arrests for assault and battery, the judge ordered him to complete an anger management program. We tried conventional means like therapy and medication but were unsuccessful. So, we decided to enroll him in our inpatient program. We noticed right away that he was athletic, and had a solid bone structure, much like you, and decided to add him to our hybrid program. The hybrid program takes human subjects and replaces parts of their bodies with robotic ones. It also involves placing computer processors inside their brains so we can monitor and control them more precisely. While much of this is still in its developmental stage, we’ve come a long way. That device bolted to his spine controls the nerve signals from his brain, which has been implemented with a microprocessor that can receive and send nerve signals. Using it, we can do all sorts of things, like control his ability to feel his limbs, cause him to feel excruciating pain or not to feel pain during procedures or surgeries, process his thoughts, or even keep him in a constant state of arousal and orgasm if we want. We haven’t quite been able to completely control his thoughts yet, but we’ll get there eventually.” “This is pure madness,” I said. “How was he okay with this?” “Well,” said Dr. Ives, “He didn’t really have a choice. You see he signed the same legal documentation that you did, and that allowed us to do all of these wonderful things to him.”
I was in disbelief. I had seen a number of these… things that were once independent, full-grown men, who had been reduced to mere objects of sexual and sadistic pleasure to be used by others. It was horrible, disgusting, and unfathomably devious, and still, for some unknown reason, it made me rock hard. “Why do they all have mouthpieces,” I asked candidly? “Now, now,” Dr. Ives said, “let’s not get a head of ourselves.” “You said you would answer my questions,” I retorted. “Yes, I did,” said Dr. Ives. “However, I also said that it's best for our participants to find out as they go along, so as not to spoil any surprises.” I felt my stomach sink again. I wasn’t stupid, I could read between the lines, I knew that at some point, they were going to fit me with one. In all honesty, they were sexy as hell, and the thought of it made me grow even more stiff. But why was I so incredibly turned on by this? And why had I had an erection for what seemed like forever?