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 No.94322

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?

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 No.94323

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Just as Dr. Ives was about to say something, there was a knock at the door. The assistant with the funnel attached to his mouthpiece answered the door and greeted the man at the door with a simple “hello,” muffled by the hardware he was equipped with. I was surprised, I didn’t think any of these guys could talk. Just as soon as the man entered the room, he began to undo his belt and pull down his pants. I was genuinely confused until the assistant with the funnel who had opened the door instinctively got down on his knees and waited. I stared half in horror, half in near ecstasy at what was clearly about to happen. The man who had undone his pants, looked down at the assistant, sneered and said, “ready pig?” He nodded, and as he finished doing so, a powerful golden stream of hot piss flowed from the man’s cock into the waiting funnel worn by the assistant. I would have expected the assistant to struggle to swallow the large amount of piss that flowed through the funnel into his mouth, but he didn’t miss a beat. He swallowed every ounce, and when the man was done urinating, the man asked, “what do you say pig?” The assistant took a few seconds to finish swallowing, then said, “thank you sir.” The strange man then zipped his pants back up and walked out of the room. After which, the assistant with the funnel stood up, closed the door, then went back to silently standing there, waiting for orders. At this point, my cock hurt, because it was throbbing soo badly. I had just watched something humiliating and disgusting, but it made me go crazy inside. Dr. Ives smiled and said, “it looks like someone is in need of release.” I nodded, he then pulled a tube of lube from the drawer, handed it to the assistant with the funnel and ordered him to jack me off. He took the tube of lube, popped open the cap, held it upside down, and let it coat the tip of my rock hard cock. I started to moan as it was unlike any lube I had ever felt. First, he began to massage it into my cock and balls, then he slipped the elongated tip of the tube into my urethra and squeezed a sizable amount into my cock. I felt a warmth spread throughout my crotch, and began moaning even more loudly. It was strange and made me feel like I had wet myself. Strangely though, the tingling it caused seemed to keep me from ejaculating prematurely. I didn’t understand what was happening, but I didn’t care. After a minute or so of him massaging my cock and balls, I began to piss uncontrollably. I couldn’t believe what was happening to me, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop it. It was then that the assistant began to vigorously stroke my cock, and as if by design, a few seconds after I had stopped pissing, I let out a loud moan, orgasmed, and my cock began pulsating, spurting massive amounts of hot cum all over my stomach and chest. It was so incredibly intense, that I think I lost consciousness for a few seconds. “Feel better,” Dr. Ives asked? I nodded. “Good,” he said. The assistant with the funnel then took a small towel and cleaned me off. “You’ve had a long day,” Dr. Ives said, “I think it's time we get some food in you, and then get you off to sleep for the evening.” I was hungry, and I was beginning to get sore from being strapped to a table all day. “I’m going to have my assistants unstrap you now, but if you try to fight or run, you know what’s going to happen, right,” Dr. Ives asked? “Yes. I know,” I said. “I promise I won’t try to fight you or run.” “Okay then,” Dr. Ives said. He ordered his assistants to unstrap me, disconnect my IV’s and remove the leads connected to my chest and head, as they did, I could finally breathe a sigh of relief. I could move again. I was dizzy, so Dr. Ives assisted me, and instructed me to sit on the edge of the bed for a moment, until trying to get up. “Go ahead and stand up,” Dr. Ives said, “then take a moment to get your balance, and then I’ll have my assistants take you to your room. It’s a long walk, so let me know if you feel like you need a wheelchair. “I can walk,” I said. Dr. Ives nodded and instructed his assistants to take me to my room, wherever that was. “Oh, and before you ask, no, I haven’t forgotten. Your IV’s will remain in your arms until the nursing staff on the unit decide they need to be changed,” Dr. Ives said. We walked down a long hallway, lined with rooms, that were all apparently occupied. How many rooms were there, were they doing this to other men as well, had they been through everything I had, how had they reacted, why hadn’t I heard any screaming, had anyone tried to escape?

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I had so many questions but thought it best not to speak to either assistant, lest I should earn myself some sort of punishment for breaking a rule that I wasn’t sure existed. We entered a large elevator with thick padded walls, and traveled down three floors to ‘basement level 2.’ As we exited the elevator, we arrived at a large set of heavy metal doors like those you would see in a maximum-security prison. In front of the doors stood two men dressed in nothing but jockstraps that barely covered their massive cock and balls and silver chains locked around their necks with name tags hanging from them. Both orderlies were hot as hell. One was tall and muscular with tan skin, brown hair, and green eyes, and had a name tag that read Kaleb. The other was much skinnier with light, fair skin, blond hair, and blue eyes, and had a nametag that read Rolf.

Notes:

Thanks for joining me for this chapter! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! If you liked this work, let me know in the comments; and if you didn't, or there is something you'd like me to try and incorporate, let me know that too. I'm always willing to make changes to appeal to more readers!

- Scat Panther

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 No.94326

>>94322

by the way, attention-seeker.....

how's the welfare recipient thing working out for you?

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 No.94327

>>94322

and yes.... I'm aware you call it "disability benefits".....

but that's bullshit... it'sWELFARE

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 No.94328

>>94322

I saw an article recently, something about a post-covid reassessment of "disability"welfare eligibility

have you received any letters in the mail about a re-evaluation process?

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 No.94329

for a desperate tryhard attention seeker like you, it seems like you'd LOVE the upcoming attention you'll receive from thewelfare eligibility assessment caseworker

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 No.94330

>>94322

here's a novel idea :

you should ask your mother if she was aware that your "disability" benefits are actually justlowest-tier nigger WELFARE

literally just like a nigger in a ghetto tenement or a greasy nigger under a bridge

I'm willing to bet she already knows it'swelfare

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