The PRT Institute - Part 2

Author: Vironas
Title: The PRT Institute - Part 2
Date: 06 November 2019

Part 2 – all suggestions are welcome, and I’ll try to take them into account going forwards.
Tyler struggled in his bonds but it was no use. They were inescapable, and he could barely move. The doctor came on over the mic again and explained that Tyler would be transformed into a bondage toy at this institute. This process would happen whether he wanted it to or not, so he was told it would be better to cooperate. Brian and the other man from before, who now wore a name tag that read “Alex”, came in and wheeled the bed that Tyler was strapped onto down the hallway. They arrived at a door marked “072” and the door was unlocked.

Inside was a small space, just big enough for a bed, and some standing room next to it. The bed was covered with a rubber sheet, and had thick leather restraints all over it. Brian and Alex unstrapped Tyler from the cart, forced him onto the bed, and began to strap him down again. Tyler thought to himself: “this is overkill!” as they tightened straps over every inch of his body. Alex brought out a pair of thick leather mitts that had slots for each finger, and allowed no movement. He slipped them onto Tyler’s hands and locked them as Brian took out a heavy rubber hood. The hood had no eye holes, extra thick padding around the ears, and a hole for the nose tubes and mouth tube to go through. Tyler’s eyes widened as he saw this, and tried to struggle again but to no avail. He couldn’t move an inch. Alex held his head still while Brian forced the hood on, adjusting the tubes to make sure everything flowed fine.

Over the microphone, Brian explained that this was how Tyler’s nights would be spent from now on. It was the sleeping arrangement for level 1. His mind was racing trying to figure out how this had all happened so quickly. He was strapped down and couldn’t move any part of his body. His senses had been deprived and he could not see, hear, or speak. The plug up his ass wasn’t too thick but for a virgin like him, he was definitely starting to feel it. Not to mention the chastity belt around his waist that felt tight and restricting, and the thick padded mass between his legs that was the diapers and rubber shorts.

He felt the mouth tube move a little, and his stomach began to fill. Tyler assumed he was being fed, and he was correct. The mouth tube was attached to a system through the ceiling that would feed “dinner” to all the to-be toys currently in level 1 of the institute. With nothing else to do, his mind began to slow down and he started to drift off to sleep. Occasionally through the night he would wake up in panic, struggling to move or see, to speak or hear, but would quickly remember the situation and then drift off again.

Tyler was awoken by the feeling of his stomach filling. He was disoriented at first but quickly remembered the events of the past day. He wanted to ask so many questions, but couldn’t do anything except lay there in silence. His bladder began to feel full, and he desperately tried to think of a way to tell them that he needed to use the restroom. That’s when he remembered the diapers between his legs, and although it felt so humiliating his bladder was SO full that he had no choice. He let out a stream of piss and felt the area around his crotch get warm and wet. Laying there feeling his own piss in the diaper, he almost started to cry.

After what seemed like an hour, but was in reality 10 minutes, Brian and Alex came back into the room. Over the microphone, Alex informed Tyler that he would be subjected to the very first round of treatments today. Brian removed the hood from his head, and unlocked the mitts and took them off. Alex undid the strap around Tyler’s waist and pulled down the rubber shorts.

“Time to see if the little boy wet his diapers,” said Alex. He undid the tapes on the wet diapers and tossed them out, cleaned up Tyler’s crotch, then pulled out two fresh ones and put them on. The rubber shorts were once again locked over them. Brian and Alex then went around unlocking the straps, and then forced Tyler into a wheelchair with straps all over it. His feet were locked into boots that were attached to the wheelchair footrest, and a 5 point harness was tightened over his chest with straps over the shoulders, around the hips, and one over his crotch that Alex pulled extra tight, laughing when Tyler flinched. His arms were strapped to the armrests but his hands were left free.

Brian stepped behind the wheelchair and began to wheel Tyler towards his preliminary tests.