The RBBR Clinic 2

Author: rubberclad
Title: The RBBR Clinic continues
Date: 27 July 2007

doctor’s evaluation
Karl was escorted – more like floating over the floor since a rubber attendant was at each arm.– to a door marked PATIENT EVALUATION. The door was opened and the room appeared empty and very dark. The smell of rubber hung heavily in the air. When he was set down he could feel rubber beneath him.
As his eyes adjusted to the low level of light he could make out that indeed the floor was rubber covered but also the walls and ceiling. An attendant pulled a thin, soft rubber hood over his head –openings for his eyes, nose and mouth. It felt custom fit. A blindfold was snapped onto the hood and he was in the dark again. He was lifted and carried to a device along one wall – it could be described ad a rubber covered St. Andrews cross but Karl could not see it. He was lifted off the floor and his feet placed in foot rests on each leg of the cross. The rubber attendants began securing him to the cross with wide rubber straps. Arms and legs secured his head was next. A flight helmet-like device was lowered onto his head and secured to a brace between the cross’s top members. Karl couldn’t move. The blindfold was removed and a blackout visor was lowered. Air hissed and the inside of the helmet inflated fixing him firmly in place and cushioning his head. The attendants removed the piss bag on his leg and then proceeded to remove the chastity device and withdrew the catheter. He winced in pain as the catheter was slid out but felt horney at the same time; his cock sprang to life.
There was the sound of water. Suddenly a cold stream his body making him cry out. The water jet covered the entire surface of his body, cleaning every inch. Then nothing. Not cold; not hot…just nothing.
Until he felt a gloved hand touch his limp cock. Something was sliding over it…a cold metal tube. Then a metal rod into the cock itself and fingers attaching it to the tube. Karl was uncomfortable and excited at the same time.
A hand on his balls and again the feel of cold metal. It felt as if his balls were being inserted in a container…a perfect fit…no pinching but also no extra room. He felt the weight of the metal stretching his balls. Not unpleasant.
Cold meal at his rear. A long curved rod was inserted; it wasn’t particularly large in diameter and didn’t feel like a plug. It was secured to a to a brace on the cross; he was pinned to the cross. The attendants now began attaching wires to the various pieced of hardware on Karl’s body saving his tits to the last. He felt a bight on his tits, though not extreme as in tit-torture…just a enough to keep them in place. He had no idea how any of this fit into his evaluation but was about to find out.
He had no idea how much time had passed but eventually there was a voice in his head courtesy the helmet. It was Doctor Black’s voice. Then the visor became clear and he could see as well as hear him. The doctor was standing next to a tall panel with many lights on it. He was entirely in black…black rubber. The tight covering was contoured to highlight every part of his body – including his large cock and balls which were standing out at attention. Knee high boots followed every contour of his lower legs. His eves and mouth showed through his hood. Karl couldn’t tell if he detected a smile on the doctor’s face…well it really wasn’t a face was it.
The doctor began to explain that the test results had been reviewed and he would present a series of treatments and procedures that Karl would have to agree to before they could proceed. Karl was now concerned…what if he didn’t; just wanted out. This was a strange clinic.
The first recommendation was for therapy to increase his lung capacity and control; tests indicated small lung capacity and not much ability to hold his breath. Karl was asked if he agreed to this treatment. He wasn’t sure and hesitated to answer. A strong shock went through his tits forcing the air out of his lungs. The doctor indicated that Karl would have been able to hold on to his breath if he had the treatment. Again hesitation and a larger shock. Then “Yes, I agree!”
“That’s ‘I agree, Sir!’” the doctor snarled as a smirk spread across his lips and eyes…the only face parts that were visible to Karl.
“I agree, Sir!” Karl responded.
“Very good!”
The next course of treatment was to increase ass and bladder capacity, something the tests showed Karl lacked. The doctor said that a healthy body had to be cleansed internally often and with some volume to be affective. Large volume enemas would be required and his bladder would be stretched with large volumes of liquids…usually the patients own piss.
This sent chills through Karl’s body; he’d never been pushed very far with large enemas and never had bladder inflation. And his own piss! The doctor asked if this treatment was acceptable. Karl again had second thoughts and hesitated. His body jerked in response to electro-stimulation in his ass and through the rod up his cock. Again the doctor asked if the treatments were acceptable and Karl quickly yelled “I agree, Sir!” wanting to avoid another shock.
“Excellent. Someone seems to be learning the system,” the doctor said.
The doctor continued and described the need to relieve Karl of his tensions through regular milking of his cum. Karl thought this might be something he might enjoy…but given the other treatments he had just reluctantly agreed to…might not be so great. As these thoughts were swirling in his mind he began to feel the electro-stimulation building in his cock and balls until it became unbearable and even before asked his consent he again yelled “I agree, Sir!”
Doctor Black’s smile was evident thorough his hood. The new patient was learning quite nicely. He then noted that Karl’s tolerance to electro-stimulation would be increased as overall improvement to his pain tolerance.
Karl didn’t know what pain tolerance had to do with his course of treatments but obviously this was a clinic unlike any he’d ever been to or heard of. The doctor went on to explain that this full course of treatments would take quite a while and would take place at this clinic and begin immediately. Did Karl agree?
Now?…for a long time? He wasn’t ready to do that…he had a life! Showing no signs of consent the power hit all of his body…tits, cock, balls and ass…at once at a very high level and he screamed “I agree, Sir!”
“Very good, very good!” exclaimed the doctor. “And that was your introduction to pain tolerance thorough electro-stimulation…thrilling isn’t it?”
A very quick and loud “I agree, Sir!” came from Karl and he just sagged as much as his bonds would allow. This had been a very tiring…what was it they called it…evaluation. An evaluation from hell!
The rubber attendants began to remove Karl’s restraints and attachments. He went limp in their arms as they carried him to a rubber covered bed in a room marked PATIENT 1001. He just wanted to rest-in-peace but found there was none to be had in the RBBR Clinic!
The attendants pulled a pre-lubed rubber suit on him…one piece covering feet, hands and head but with openings at his butt and for his cock and balls. The rear zip was slid up to the top of his head and a lock snapped shut. He had eye, nose and mouth openings. Over the rubber bed covering were institutional restraints that looked very frightening…he couldn’t understand why they were necessary but was too week to object. He was placed on the bed. The wide belt for his waist was fastened shut and straps were drawn from above his head and attached to the waist belt. An additional strap went around his chest holding everything together. His wrists were held at his sides by straps that attached to the wide belt at his waist. What looked like a harness was slipped over his head and attached to the two straps that were attached to the bed above his head. Before leg restraints were fastened an attendant went to a cabinet in the room and bought out something Karl was unfamiliar with…it looked like a kid’s diaper but much larger!
“NOOOOO!” he yelled. A rubbered hand clamped down over his mouth even as he tried to yell again. The other thing were torture but this was just lain humiliating…and mean. He tried to shake the hand off his mouth but couldn’t with the head harness tightly secured. He was gasping for air. The hand moved away but before he could regain hi breath an anesthesia mask was placed over his face and secured to the harness. A seal was inflated and squeezed tight to his face. The hiss of gas and he was floating as he tried to catch his breath…the didn’t go out so he could witness his attendants lifting him by his legs and slipping the diaper under his rear. Legs down and the diaper brought between his legs and the sides fastened…just like a baby. His legs were then restrained with belts around his thighs, calves and ankles; no movement was possible.
The gas was making him relax, loose control. He did. Piss began to flow and the remains of the enema began to leak…this couldn’t be happening he thought. But it was and he was at their mercy, if they had any. The gas increased and Karl drifted away.