The secret program - Part 2

Author: aliasricky
Title: The secret program - Part 2
Date: 04 March 2018

“You are the perfect subject for us”, the doctor continued. “Being the subject for this project means an internment here at the lad for at least 8 months. It will will be much more invasive treatments required than you are used to so far. The test of the system requires often and clean access to the prostate. To achieve this we will fit you with a locking ring like this.” The doctor showed me an impressive looking piece. Imagining this in my anus gave me another twitch. “Fitting it will require implanting it into the sphincter muscle.”
“We also need to collect cum secretion at any point and separate this from the urine secretion. We therefore need to implant double catheters, one for urine and one for the cum.”

“Both procedures are quite heavy procedures we need to perform with you semi-conscious. There will be a recovery period of about 2 weeks where we will keep you in a comatose status.
It also requires you to be isolated and you will be locked into spaces with various degrees of medical cleanliness, depending of the project phase. But at all stages personnel handling you will be wearing surgical masks or breathing masks, gloves and scrubs or even hazmat gear.

“For the duration of the project, you will also not be able to eat normal food. You will be fed a paste designed to minimize faecal waste. You will also be cleaned internally and externally each day, hence the need for full-time internment.”

“A normal person would be quite horrified by this, but we think you actually will like it, am I right?”, the doctor asked. How can he read my mind like that. While he was describing the whole thing, I was picturing myself undergoing it. The plastic sheath in my pants is quite slippery now.

I confirmed and told him that it seems quite interesting.

The doctor said that there is more. “We need to control your high sex drive. After the recovery period we will start a milking program, releasing you each evening/night. For the duration of the program”.

During the day you will be subjected to a series of check ups and performance tests. The remainder of the time is available for body training.

“In order to help you endure this, we plan to use your sexual and fetish interests, Please fill in this questionnaire”, he said while he handed me an ipad. “As you can imagine, it is very important you fill this out truthfully. As I said before, there Is no shame. We want to make your internment here tolerable. Using your sexual interest is the only way we can achieve this. I will leave you alone for 30 minutes”.

I went through the questionnaire. It featured quite a lot of pictures as examples to detail my interests. My experience here so far already felt like they have a good idea about my interests, so for me it is just additional detailing. The pictures made me even more horny and more liquid was collecting in my plastic sheath.

The last question was about confirming the terms of the project. I answered “yes” and pressed complete.
Not long after the doctor cam back in. I guess they were monitoring my responses. He had a glance at his screen and said: “seems like you already had a nice time so far. We expected this”. Than we are settled here for today. We want you to go back to base and arrange you personal business so that you can be away for at least 8 months. We want you to report in day after tomorrow 08.00 at the lab, to start your internment.

You may feel some anxiety about handing your body over like this, but keep in mind we will try to fulfil your desires.

I stood up and saluted the doctor before I walked out of his office.

Two days later I arrived at the building where the laboratory is located. Although I have been there many times before, this time felt different. Instead of checking in and checking out the same day, I do not know when I will leave this building again. The information provided to me stated a stay of at least 8 months, but also stated that the internment can be extended if required for the project. So in essence I will surrender my body and my life to the program and its doctors.

The Laboratory is part of a larger military facility, but hidden away at the back of the building on the basement floor. Access to that area is only with a special pass. Several doors, with electronic lock, provide passage to the various areas of the Army Medical Service. The laboratories where the most sensitive tests are performed are further separated from the other medical facilities, accessible by special pass only.

I register myself at the front desk and get the familiar card with the red band providing me access to the closed area. I scan the card at the gate, realizing that I will not check out any time soon…..Something inside me tells me I may not check out at all.
Walking through the corridors, initially I come across soldiers in uniform. The further I get the less people I come across. Then I take the elevator down, operated by the key card. When I exit the elevator, the outfits of the few persons I come across have changed to more medical. Mostly scrub top with army BDU pants, a look I really like.

My identity and purpose of being here is closely guarded. The project I am subjected to, is very controversial and is classed as highly secret. On my call-of-duty record this is mentioned as classified, which for a special forces soldier means that the records are closed permanently. It also means I can disappear for any amount of time, without anyone noticing. I am used to be deployed on a very short notice. That is why it was easy for me to settle my personal affairs. Like a lot of special forces soldiers, my affairs are handled by the army, I have very little ties to the world outside the military.

I reached the last locked door. This provides access to an air-lock, with the second door only opening when the first door is locked again. For me it felt like coming home. Exited about what was going to happen and also a little bit anxious. When I entered, a caretaker led me to the wardrobe where I shifted outfit to a clean set, a plastic lined BDU pants and scrub top .

The BDU pants is lined with plastic on the inside. The lining has a pocket for the penis. I love the feeling wearing this pants. There is also a slight plastic rustling noise. It is all designed to bring me in the mood to handle what is coming.

I was then led to the doctors office. Looking around the office, there is a scheduling board on the wall. On there was the project schedule with a subject number….my number. On a side board my basic info was mentioned under the heading 'subject no. 1’.
I had a brief look at the schedule. It mentioned my arrival and the preparation treatment following by a 3 week recovery period with semi-conscious state mentioned. At the end of that period it noted ‘start milking’. So there was my life in a schedule for the next few weeks.

The look at the schedule made the seriousness of my situation clear. I felt my heart rate go up. It was now really going to happen, there is no way back, I will be fully in the hands of the physicians soon.

Still a bit startled, the doctor asked for my dog tags. With some reluctance I took them off and handed them to him.

He opened a locked cabinet. In there, there is a pin rack with silver with red bottom coloured dog tags hanging from them. Each pin is labeled with a subject number. The doctor removed the dog tag and placed my one on the now emptied pin. He handed me the new dog tags and told me that I had to wear these tags at any time for the duration of my involvement in the program.

I read what was on the tags. No names, just a subject number and some medical information. It also noted an army short code meaning ‘Return to Medical Unit’, which means that, if something happens to me, no matter what my condition is, I am to be secured, isolated and brought to the Medical base with urgency and priority.

Soldiers are very attached to their dog tags and it hurts to leave my own behind in that locker, but I am already attached to wearing these new tags. Now I am the anonymous medical subject.

Then we came to the laboratory rules. Before I arrived I had to read a briefing pack, which explained the code of conduct. The doctor gave a brief summary.
To maintain my anonymity, I will be addressed with my first name or rank, rather than the usual last name. The engagement is less formal than in regular military situations. Saluting is not necessary.
For the rest it is only to speak when spoken to, or when extreme discomfort is experienced, during treatment sessions. The rules of engagement between subject and caretakers is less clear. Although not directly indicated, the briefing pack mentioned the sexual nature of the program may lead to contact. However, direct sexual contact is not to be engaged in unless approval is granted.

It was time to get me prepared...