The PRT Institute - Part 1

Author: Vironas
Title: The PRT Institute - Part 1
Date: 04 November 2019

Unfortunately for Tyler, he had little choice on where to attend college due to financial problems. The PRT institute had offered him a full ride, so there wasn’t much of a question as to where he was attending anyways. On the last day of summer, he finally had everything packed (which wasn’t much, as the institute had said to pack light). Tyler stood in front of his mirror and looked as hit outfit for the day; a loose blue dri-fit t-shirt with shiny black nylon shorts, white athletic socks and gray tennis shoes. He had dirty blonde hair swept to the right, a baby face, and a tall, slightly athletic build.

Arriving at the university, he said goodbye to his parents and younger brother and walked towards the main administration building to check-in. A young man in his mid-20’s introduced himself as Brian and asked for a name. Searching in the database, he found Tyler and glanced up, saying

“You’re one of the full-ride kids aren’t you?”

“Yea, I was really lucky to get that I guess” said Tyler

“Well you’re sure in for a treat,” said Brian, giving him a wink and a smile. Tyler didn’t think much of that comment, until suddenly a hand was held over his nose and mouth, and he smelled chloroform. He let out a muffled cry and struggled against the hand, but a second pair of hands pinned his arms to his side. It was no use. The last thing he heard before passing out was Brian saying

“Deliver him to the level 1 facility.”

Tyler woke up on the ground in a small room, with everything white. The floor was a soft, padded material that bounced a little when he walked on it. Panicked, he patted his pockets to discover that his phone was no longer on him.

“Hello?? What’s going on?” he yelled. Tyler paced around the room for a few minutes wondering what the hell happened. Suddenly, a hidden door on one side of the wall opened and two men came in. One of the he recognized as Brian, the one at the desk. “Hey! You better tell me what’s going on RIGHT N—“ and he was cut off as Brian stepped up and held his hand over Tyler’s mouth.

“Shut that mouth boy. You got yourself into this. Did you think you were good enough to get a full ride for no reason?” sneered Brian. He pinched Tyler’s nose, and as he struggled to breathe he finally opened his mouth. At the same instant, the other man forced a small rubber gag into his mouth and buckled the leather straps tight behind his head. “You listen to us, and that’s all there is to it.” said Brian. “You are now part of a training program here at the PRT institute, and you will remain here until it is completed. First, let me lay down a few ground rules. In a minute, you’ll be fitted with a few items that are part of your level 1 uniform. These will stay on permanently until you progress to level 2. Each level consists of various forms of training that will go on constantly. The less you try to resist, the easier it will go.”

Brian and the other man dragged Tyler out of the room and down a pristine white hallway. He struggled the entire way but it was no use; they were too strong. They entered a room with a padded medical table in the middle, and restraints on it. Tyler’s eyes widened as he saw it and struggled even more. Unbeknownst to him, a doctor approached from behind and sedated him with a syringe in the neck. As he fell lifeless, Brian and the other man strapped him down to the table. The rubbed hair removal cream all over his arms, chest, legs, face, and crotch area, leaving only the hair on his head.

After a few minutes, the same doctor came in to wash off the removed hair and then fit the level 1 uniform items.. The first to come was a set of special earplugs. When inserted, they blocked out all outside noise, but Tyler would still be able to hear the doctor if the microphone was turned on. The next item replaced his current gag, but with extra attachments. Nose tubes were forced into his nostrils and attached to a tube that was slid down his throat into his stomach. The throat tube was split into two, and the other end went to his lungs to ensure smooth breathing. In his mouth was a rubber gag that filled the entire space, including slots for his teeth and tongue, with rubber in between his teeth and lips as well so no sound could be made.

Next was a metal chastity belt that folded his cock backwards in between his legs, and prevented any hardness at all. Thick leather straps connected the metal part around his waist, and with two straps under his crotch as well. A small rubber plug was also inserted into his ass, with a tube in the middle to release excretion. Both the chastity belt and plug had electro capabilities, so his cock, balls, and ass could all be shocked if needed. Lastly, two thick diapers were put on and locked at the waist, and a pair of rubber shorts covered and sealed the entire package.

When Tyler finally awake again, he felt groggy and tried to rub his eyes, only to discover that he couldn’t move his arms. He tried to sit up and figure out why, but couldn’t move his head or his body either. With his limited vision, he saw thick leather straps all over his body from his ankles, up his legs, over his waist and chest, wrists and arms, and he felt a strap over his forehead as well. He also discovered that he could not hear anything, nor speak. When he felt the gag in his mouth and tube down his throat he began to panic and thrash in his bonds. The doctor came on over the mic and explained everything to him, saying that these fittings would be permanent during his stay at the institute. The diapers under the rubber shorts were to ensure that they would not need to be changed too often and would not require extra attention.

What had he gotten himself into?