Diagnosis and Cure Chapter 2

Author: lithium500mg
Title: Diagnosis and Cure Chapter 2
Date: 22 February 2015

Previously I described what happened before I the second time I got put to sleep. After wrestling practice I was drugged, slumping quickly to the floor of the locker room. I didn’t know I was drugged at the time, of course, but when I woke up I was tight spread-eagled to a hard surface, eyes and mouth taped shut, still wearing my singlet.

What woke me out of the drugged sleep was work on my testicles, and I soon found out that the equipment manager, Bruce, had administered the drug. This was the Bruce I tormented, often pinning him to a locker, giving him more than a few not-so-friendly ball taps and tit twists. I had locked his head between my legs at least a couple of times, forcing his face into my smelly groin. This guy now had me fully restrained and quieted, and with my legs pulled apart about as far as they could go. He had the power to get even.

With my body spread open, I lost the singlet and every single hair below my neck. A small group of guys, three or four including Bruce, shaved everything, and weren’t too gentle when working on my cock and balls. Crap was flushed out of me (I resisted initially, but was convinced to cooperate), and I was getting used to being manipulated on the table to which I was fastened. Not happy about it, nervous and afraid, and apprehensive.

I should mention that I am a hairy guy, like a lot of wrestlers. It’s the testosterone, I think. Dark hair on the legs and chest, not too much on my back and butt. Judging by my family’s fur, that will happen later in life. Of course I produce pubic hair like Andre the Giant. So when I got shaved by these guys, it was something weird. It felt weird. It was sensuous, no doubt about it. All that hair insulates the nerves on the skin from contact. What a waste!

Having all these nerves activated for the first time in a long time was stimulating, especially on the chest. While I knew I that right now I was just a piece of meat on the chopping board, I felt pretty good except for when I was disciplined for not cooperating. I was going to have to explain to the team and others, but I figured I could make up a story.

But let me continue the story at when I woke up the second time. I was out an hour or more, maybe two. What woke me up this time was a re-tightening of the restraint. I was still slightly upside down on the table, and now I felt action on my cock and balls. “Nnnnnnnnnnn.” When I started thrashing around, someone cut off my air with a pinch of my nostrils, and I became obedient. The idea of castration re-emerged as my genitals were being collected into a tight package. I got scared again and let out more Nnnnnn’s but didn’t thrash. I valued air more than my balls.

“Love the build on the wrestlers,” an unfamiliar voice said, “I think the arms and shoulders will be OK, what about his legs.”

“Well, they’re pulled apart pretty good, the maximum. Not enough leverage to pull anything.”

Oily hands were all over my cock and balls, seemingly pushing, gathering and probing. Seconds later, I felt something being pushed over my dick along with more pushing and probing. I couldn’t see what was going on, but I felt additional weight on my package. Oily hands then began to glide over my newly barren skin, lightly touching my freshly-shaved chest, thighs and ass. While I was still a little scared, I was getting into the contact and especially the attention to my nipples. Hair muffles sensation, and I was getting the first real stimulation of my chest since puberty. I could feel pressure building at my groin. My dick was expanding but couldn’t, and I was enjoying it.

There was a little more fussing with my package, then the table was rotated to almost upright, and the restraints were loosened so that my feet just touched the floor. Of course, my arms and hands were high above me and my legs spread wide and uncomfortably apart.

I felt the restraints being checked, and, troublingly, additional restraints were added that I later saw were chains around my wrists and ankles. They would hold me if I somehow escaped from my more comfortable leather wrappings. Clearly, no chances were being taken. The “why” was apparent when Bruce removed my eye coverings. He pulled them off very slowly as the adhesive was somewhat stuck to my eyelids. I could see that he was now alone with me, no compadres to help if I somehow got free. As I looked up and down at my wrists and ankles, I could see that he had me fully controlled. I was not about to escape.

My eyes then found my groin and that I was locked into, what for me, was a strange device. A plastic ring encircled my cock and balls, and my cock was inserted into a cock-shaped tube. I now know that this apparatus is a male chastity cage, but not then. Then came a “figurative” shock when I saw wires coming out of the device. “Mmmmmm, Nnnnnnnnn.” I knew a literal shock was in my future. I would have crapped in my pants if I had had either.

Bruce oriented the table vertically, came right up close and began manipulating my nipples. “Lance, we want the best for you. Do you want the best for you?” “Mmmmmmmm” as I nodded yes. He continued playing with my tits. He was so close I could have head-butted him. In the movies the restrained hero sometimes spits in the face of his captors and torturers, but I don’t think that really happens, do you?

Bruce continued. “Activities will be shown on the video screen in front of you. If you react appropriately, meaning the way we want you to, you will not be punished. Do you understand?” I shook “no.” He moved his hands to my testicles, which were deformed and protruding below the cock ring. He flicked his finger on the left, then the right. “Do you understand?” “Yes,” I nodded, my legs trying desperately to close and protect. My nod was a lie; I didn’t understand.

“Now, I’m going to remove the tape on your mouth, and you are not to speak. Do you understand?” This time my nod was truthful. Bruce offered me a half-liter of protein shake and water, both of which I happily took. While he was placing the liquids up to my mouth and helping me drink, he was gently rubbing my chest and inner legs. It took a little while to get the nourishment completed. I wasn’t repelled by the contact and, in fact, I was getting into it. The longer it lasted, the farther I was from the last episode of discipline and the more I was into the stimulation.

Athletic tape silenced me again, covering my mouth and wrapped around my head. Bruce then ordered me to urinate. I was pee-shy at first and nothing came out. I wasn’t sure that piss would come out when the cock and balls were tightly constrained and forced into that cage. What if the piss just came out of the bladder and couldn’t get out? Breath control convinced me to try harder, and once I started I nearly filled the vessel he held up to the cock cage. I’m glad that worked – that’s what I was thinking.

Now I was fed, hydrated and relieved. I felt pretty good except for the pain in my shoulders from the restraint, sometimes very tight. There was a little more play in the restraints now, and I could move enough to reduce the discomfort a little. My feet were on the floor but I still had a quarter of my weight suspended through my hands and arms. I was starting to relax and forgot about what I was soon to remember – the wires attached to the cock cage.

“Good boy.” Now I’m going to play some videos for you. Let me know what you think of them.” The screen in front of me went on and the video started playing. Two women frolicking in a bed. It was very very soft porn, but I was very very horny – and very very naked. I could feel a swelling below, and I let it happen. No, I encouraged it. My attention shifted to my dick as it slid forward into the cage.

Of course, you can guess what happened. My cock connected the electrodes and I got a shock, but not just a little shock. The pain enveloped my balls. My knees buckled, my ass jumped off the table and my chest threw itself forward. The pain, and my reaction to it, lasted until my cock withdrew, which didn’t happen fast enough. I fell back. My mind was left washed out.

Meanwhile the video kept playing and my eyes, while barely focusing, were still pointed to the screen. When I started thinking again I was, among other things, grateful that the restraints were soft and that didn’t injure my wrists. My thrashing was violent and my splayed-out legs had tried desperately to close to cover the pain. But when the pain stopped, when my cock shrank, the hurt to my balls ended. After a few minutes it was as though it never happened. I was agonizingly desperate to cum.