Recidivist 833 Chapter 1

Author: lithium500mg
Title: Recidivist 833 Chapter 1
Date: 01 April 2015

Recidivist 833 Chapter One

I knew if I violated my promised chastity, Administrator would sentence me to the Box. I held out for 16 days. When the buff Los Angeles firefighter followed me out of the Test-E-Cal sports and wireless bar in the Tujunga suburb, we got to talking and I ended up at his place. I fucked him bareback and sucked him dry and ended up spending the night. He enjoyed being tightly controlled, and I used his paramedic’s wrist and ankle restraints to force his compliance and submission.

Johann is Mr. September on the 2015 Fireman’s Calendar. He had the defined abs needed for the Calendar, a 76 centimeter (~30 inch) waist, and a beautiful smooth chest. His butt and back matched his lean body, and I enjoyed the look when I had his wrists secured to his ankles in the garage. He claimed he was a butt virgin, which I still want to believe was true.

I had a good grip on his nipples and on his wavy hair as I ravaged his rear, after which I cleaned us up and proceeded into the bedroom. I had promised Johann a blow job, and, observing his God-like body, I felt privileged to satisfy the Calendar Man. We removed the mattress from his platform bed, and he lay down on the hard surface and again offered me full control. After fastening him to the corners, I tormented his nips and executed a little mouth-to-mouth breath control before I began licking his balls and cock. Finally, I drank cum from his writhing spread-eagled body, licking the source until no more could be found. After my tongue did the final cleaning of his cut cock, we stayed together until we both went to work in the morning.

It was a 12-hour dream encounter for which I now owed 14 days of reparative therapy in the Church’s rebirth program. I had achieved only 16 of my 30 day promise. You do the math. My work is physical training for Church officials. I have plenty of time to work out at the Church’s fitness center, and the work shows in my arms and shoulders and especially my upper pecs. I like to wear compression shorts while working out just to show off my large package that includes a 19 centimeter (7 1/2 inches) cock.

The Church monitors our activities, and my mobile phone betrayed the night’s location. When subjected to testing, the electronic meter kept me from successfully concocting a lie about the evening’s activities. My only option to prevent excommunication and being labeled an “oppressive person” (and losing my job) was submission to the Box.

There was no time to prepare. As soon as the session with the electronic meter was over, I was led to the back of the Church headquarters near Hollywood. I stripped naked and raised my arms above my head as ordered by three Church officials in business suits. I then backed into an adjustable rectangular frame where my hands were fastened wide to the top bar, and then my legs wide to the bottom bar. As is common in the Church, the officials were small of stature, averaging less than 160 centimeters. I towered above them at 185 centimeters (6’1”) and felt dominant even though I was restrained. It was difficult for them, but they were able to adjust the height of the frame to put me at a full stretch. One of the diminutive officials took photographs of my upward-reaching naked body from all sides.

Two burly guys, truck drivers, entered from the loading area. One pulled a heavy open-mouthed rubber hood over my head while the other one zipped it and locked it. The two of them forced an open steel gag into my mouth so that I couldn’t close, using my balls to “encourage” me to accept it. They then inserted a tube deep into my mouth and throat and force-fed me an unknown substance that dripped into my stomach. I had to concentrate on stopping the choke reflex while the fluid trickled into my gut.

In a few minutes I got a raging boner. I felt unexpected waves of horniness, and my nipples and balls tingled with a need for attention. I heard the Church officials taking more photographs and video. I was left displaying my full 19 centimeters while transportation was readied.

The wire gag was exchanged for a mouth-filling rubber plug that allowed me air only through small nose holes. I struggled a little to breath, and I contorted my face to line up the holes with the nostrils.

The frame with me stretched within it was backed into a large flat wooden crate that I had seen leaning against the wall. The crate was laid on the floor and its cover nailed shut. My stiff dick touched the cover and felt the shock of the hammers hitting the nails.

I was loaded on a cart, wheeled to a flatbed truck, and loaded into the back in open view. It took at least a couple of hours to get to the Rebirth Processing Center. My boner was still strong as the wooden crate was pulled from the truck, loaded onto a cart, and wheeled to a preparation room. The crate was set on the vertical, the cover was taken off, and the frame containing me was removed. As I could see briefly a little later, the frame was stabilized in the middle of a room by a chain attached to an overhead pipe.

Someone aimed a heavy stream of cold water on my naked and spread-eagled body. I jumped and recoiled each time the stream hit my balls, and jumped again when it forced the cold up my ass. I briefly felt that I might drown when the stream of water hit the hood’s nose holes. Finally it stopped, and I was left to rest, at least as much as possible while being tightly “framed.” After a little while, I felt my cock and balls being manipulated and heard Custodian start to speak,

“Recidivist 833. You have broken your solemn promise to the Church. Every broken pledge requires rebirth in the Church. You, as Recidivist 833, are sentenced to 14 days of rebirth processing plus additional days for non-compliance penalties. Your attempts to resist the rinsing of your testicles and anus will add seven days to your processing. Do you understand?”

I didn’t know what to do. I delayed just a few seconds.

“We will add an additional three days for non-compliance.”

I nodded “Yes.”

Custodian continued, “Your body hair will be completely removed, and your nourishment will suppress regrowth. Soon you will be placed in a Rebirth Processing Chamber, the R-P-C. You will remain in your frame until your rebirth is complete. You will be encased in molded plastic except for access to nostrils, anus and genitals. Your nourishment will be supplied by nasal tubes. Your excrement will be continuously flushed. Do you understand?”

I very quickly nodded “Yes.”

He continued, “Your failed promise of chastity is a violation of Church Rule A1209. Rebirth from violation of this Rule according to Church by-laws requires reprogramming of the male genital response. Your nourishment will include compounds that will greatly stimulate your sexual reactions so that you may learn to control them. Your genitals will be collected outside of your plastic containment for treatment and monitoring. Do you understand?”

I very quickly nodded “Yes,” but I didn’t understand at all. It was difficult to hear through the hood. I now understood for sure, however, that my boner came from the earlier drip.

Custodian continued, “Your body will now be prepared for rebirth.”

Immediately, two or three people were shaving my cock and balls and the rest of my body below my neck. My stiff throbbing cock made it easier to denude my genitals of every hair. They started shaving my legs at the bottom, removing hair even from my toes, and worked up to my butt and butt crack. Even though I have very little hair on my back, that got shaved as did my armpits and chest.

I was warned not to speak when the hood was removed to shave my head, and I obeyed. I understood that non-compliance came with stiff penalties. When the hood came off I could see that there were three young male workers in black speedos doing the preparation work. Like the Church officials they were small of stature, and I thought at first that they were young boys. Custodian was not one of them. I normally wear my hair short, and when this was gone, my eyebrows followed.

When the denuding was complete, one of the little men taped my eyes shut and then ordered me to accept a full-mouth gag. Another placed ear buds deep into my ear canals. Another then pulled a thin rubber hood over my head and inserted two large nostril tubes, each of which had a tube within it. The gag completely silenced me. I was doubly blinded as both the tape and the hood prevented any light from entering my eyes. The inside tubes were threaded deeper into my nasal cavities, and were subsequently used for feeding.

Next, something was forced up my butt. I resisted initially, and heard “three more days.” I took a deep breath, relaxed my ass and took the invasion as calm as I could. The device they were inserting stretched my opening. I wanted to beg for them to go slow, but I was not only helpless but unable to communicate. I was concentrating on breathing through the nostril tubes.
A complex of wires was attached to my nipples. I found out later that, aside from their use in contributing to responses in my genitals, they were also used to monitor blood pressure, pulse and heart health.

The final work was to isolate my cock and balls. I felt a steel band surround and collect my junk, and I was just hoping that my balls wouldn’t be abused. The workers pulled my genitals hard, separating them as much as possible from my body and then locking them in position.

The preparation for the encasement was complete.