The secret program - Part 3

Author: aliasricky
Title: The secret program - Part 3
Date: 17 March 2018

Two caretakers came in to escort me to the area of the lab where I was going to be prepared for the internment. I was now entering areas I never had seen before. I never came further than the zone 1 test areas.

The lab is divided into various areas with different zones. Each zone has an increasing level of cleanliness and isolation.

Zone 1 is where all the regular tests are performed on the day subjects and is where I have spent my time so far.

Zone 2 will be my main living and test area for the rest of my internment. This is fully separated from zone 1 via an air-lock where scrubbing and changing into special clothing with masks and gloves is required. Zone 2 also includes offices and other support areas. Zone 2 also provides the only access and view on Zone 3.

Zone 3 is surgical level cleanliness. Here the main treatment area, recoup and milking areas are located. It also has a medical test area with treadmill.
You reach this part via a surgical wardrobe and scrub area. To the side of the wardrobes there are two rooms used for subject cleaning and disinfecting,

The first six weeks I will be kept in zone 3 while recuperating from the body alterations necessary for the program and initiation
In that period I will be kept in a semi-conscious state. After 2-3 weeks recuperation period I will be waken up and a physical testing program is conducted before I am moved to zone 2, where I will live during the remaining program, spending time in zone 3 for special tests, physical inspections and systems maintenance and alterations.

Being escorted to the zone 3 area for the preparation, I have to admit I got a bit anxious. Realizing that I will not have any control over what is going to happen with me and my body.
In the wardrobe next to the first cleaning room, they ordered me to strip and put on the white plastic pants that lying on the bench and then enter the cleaning room. I did what I was told and when I entered the room I saw one of the caretakers being dressed into a shiny light blue plastic surgical gown and new gloves with the help of the other caretaker.
The caretaker in full protective gear told me to lie down on the table. The table had no padding and the surface was made of white plastic. It did not feel too cold on my bare back. I felt pretty nervous. The second caretaker placed a surgical cap over my head and placed a breathing mask over my mouth and strapped it tight over my head.
On my chest they placed five ecg pads and connected it to the machine which started making the familiar sound, exposing my elevated heart rate, making the caretaker to comment that I should try to relax. This when he pulled a strap tight over my upper torso, just below my arms and did the same at my lower torso.

On the cart beside the table was a foley catheter with all the items needed for insertion. A collection bag was hanging from the table. On another table a collection of hoses in various sizes and plugs with holes in them.

The fully covered caretaker pulled the pants down and exposed my rock hard penis. He grabbed it with his gloved hand and injected the anaesthetic lube into it, before he began to push in the cath. Before pushing it home he connected the drain tube and with a moan from my side he pushed it into the bladder and inflated the balloon. The pants was put back in its place with the urine tube coming out at the waist.

My legs were placed in the stirrups and strapped tight. The pants I was wearing has an access hole in the rear which the doctor opened and I felt a well lubed finger slipping in my anus. In his other hand he had a metal plug which had a number of hose connections. One large diameter and two smaller ones. He applied lube on the plug and pressed it slowly into my anus. It was quite large in diameter, with a more narrow part in the middle. It slid in quite easily and with a groan from my side settled into it place. I felt the tubes being connected and before I knew it I felt a stream of slightly warm fluid entering at quite high pressure.
“Try to relax”, the caretaker said to me. “Don't try to push, let the machine do its work.”
My heart rate was clearly elevated and I breathed heavily in the mask. I was left alone for 30 minutes while I was being flushed. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation. I discovered the reason for the straps. I so wanted to jerk off with the cath and plug inside me.

The caretakers came back in and unhooked the flushing machine. To my surprise he left the plug in, but blanked the holes, after sucking the last remaining amount of liquid left with a suction tube.
They did take out the catheter. I was then unstrapped and ordered to get off the table. I felt very clean inside. A nice feeling, which would be the feeling I will have while in the lab.

They led me to the door which leads to the other cleaning room. There was a wardrobe like room. The caretaker ordered me to take off all the clothing and then enter the next room.
When I opened the next door I could not avoid my cock twitching. There were two guys in full plastic hazmat suits and full face masks. There hands covered by double layer surgical gloves. For the rest the room was bare apart from shower heads at the end of long hoses hanging from the wall and a trolley with containers one marked with disinfectant and the other with de-hairing gel.
The floor is tiled with several drains the walls were lined with smooth white plastic.

One of the caretakers, with a muffled voice through his mask, ordered me to stand at a certain spot. Both took a handful of the de-hairing gel and started to smear it all over my body, but avoiding my head. I never had much body hair. In fact I was quite smooth, but it turned out they needed every trace of hair removed from my body. I now remembered the question on the questionnaire. Apparently I agreed to permanent removal of all my remaining body hair. The gel left quite a stinging sensation. Then one f the caretaker took a new handful and started to work his way down to my ass and penis. We went really in between the plug I was still wearing, pulling it somewhat out to smear the gel in between. Then he took care of my balls and penis. It was constantly twitching by the gloved hands on my body and the sight and sounds of the guys in the hazmat suits. The breathing though the masks and the rustling sound of the plastic suits are very exciting to me.
An they did know that, working my penis a bit harder, but stopping just shy of pulling cum from it. Ending it with a stroke of a hand over my chest. Looking at him in his suit, Did I see a hard on in his suit? When I had to lift up my foot, I held his shoulder and could feel his body heat through the suit. I squeezed his shoulder to get a better feel of the suit and let my hand slip over his chest. It felt very muscular.

They then started to rinse me off with the shower heads. Seeing the gel disappearing down the drain. I felt my body and felt so nice and smooth. I loved it.

They then took a handful out of the other container, marked disinfectant. It felt alcohol based as I felt a cooling sensation when the gel was left on my skin. The whole procedure was repeated with this gel, but this time my head was not ignored and my whole head was covered, even my very short crew cut hair. It ended with a second rinsing.
No wiping off was needed. I was surprised how fast my body dried up, a side effect of being hairless. Only my head was dried with a sterile towel they took out of a sealed plastic bag.

I now felt very clean. A fantastic feeling. If it is going to be like this living in the lab, I was not going to complain.

They led me to a wardrobe to the other side of the room. This was the entry to the level 3 zone. One of the hazmat suited caretaker told me to enter and put on the pants I would find there and to wait there. I did and found myself wearing another plastic pants.

The whole experience was so surreal and reached another level when the door opened and a guy dressed in full surgical gown and outfit came to take me to the treatment room. It was a full surgery space, with in the middle a interesting looking operating table. That table was going to be my home for the foreseeable time. It would become a place I liked to be.
I climbed onto the table and laid down. Several guys in full surgical scrubs began preparing me for the next stage.