Systemisdown

Taking Austin

Chapters 16-..

Chapter 16

Through the corridors of the Institute, Austin was again being led to yet another mysterious ordeal. Like his other experiences, it most likely involved some sort of sexual arrangement. Now that Austin knew that the food and drugs being fed to him was causing his sexual drive to accelerate, there was no telling how he would react. His silver stretch pants that he had been wearing for some time had been ditched for a pair of blue speedos.

Austin was guided down the dreary same dreary halls, but with a different attitude. Where normally he was have an almost zombie like complexion, he was now at peace for once. He took solace in the fact that he was able to find not only a friend at this Institution, but someone who cared of his existence. It made the situation a bit more bearable. He wasn't sure if it was the drugs in the food or the feelings in his heart, but something kept pulling Austin closer to Brian; who just a few moments ago had expressed his love for Austin. Austin now looked forward to his time in his room; not only for Brian, but also for the things they did together.

So many mixed emotions ran through his mind, for these walks were his only time to think alone. The same things always circled his thoughts. The things he and Brian do together, and how similar they are to the things that the Institution people do to him, the thought of caring for another boy like that, all of the poking and prodding that had been done to his body, and the thought of what might be to come. Austin had many times come to the conclusion to just make the best of a horrible situation, and enjoy the things that he feels like enjoying, despite his moral or emotional protests.

The guard and Austin finally came to a large door with the marking "TANK17" labeled at the top. The guard hit a switch to the right of the door and it opened with a bellow. The inside of the room was much like the rest of the facility. It was big, cold, and intimidating. On one side of the room laid a row of computers and other machines. It looked like a lot of monitoring equipment. Towards the back of the room, in the middle, was a large glass cylinder. It looked like something out of Star Wars. The cylinder reminded Austin of his shower experience and his former captive's place, where he was trapped in a sex-cleaning device. Every man in the room besides the guard was wearing a lab coat and testing equipment, except for one man who stood in front of the cylinder. It was the man I charge of the Institution, whom to Austin had no name.

He was wearing a blue suit as usual, with a red and white striped tie. His silvery hair was reflecting the many overhead lights. His smile made Austin forget any pleasure or peace of mind that he may have had about this place. It was a smile that put fear in the hearts of many boys. The guard led Austin right up to the man, so close that man's aura made Austin cringe.

"It's a pleasure to see you again number 32. You're looking as cute as ever. Today we're going to use you for a little test. It's going to be a bit enduring, but I couldn't think of anyone as capable as you. Actually, I have to admit; it's probably because I like watching your little body struggle. I get a kick out of watching you and your little blonde friend have a fun time in the room."

Austin didn't even think to realize that someone would be watching him while he and Brian were playing tie up, or when Austin fucked him. It was nice to think that they had some privacy, but now it seemed like just another part of the old man's games. Lost in thought, Austin didn't see the suited man grab a syringe from his pocket. Without warning he shoved it into Austin's biceps. Austin gasped and grabbed his arm as a green liquid was injected into him.

"Wha, what did you do?"

"Oh just a special aphrodisiac. Don't worry you'll see soon enough. Mr. Reynolds, prep number 32 for the experiment."

"Yes Mr. Soocher."

One of the lab coat men took Austin by his biceps and dragged him over to the machine. Austin's breath shortened as he thought of being thrown into such a device. At points his feet would stop moving as to delay his torture, but it wasn't doing very much. The glass cylinder had a metal frame in the front, which acted as a door that could only be opened remotely. After reaching the door the man grabbed some loose wires from the tube and suction cupped them to Austin's chest. While the man prepped him, Mr. Shooter walked over.

"You know boy, you and the others here should be a little more grateful. Where else would a boy your age, with all of the flowing hormones, get to experience so much pleasure. We give you such great supplements so you can stay at this stage of puberty for as long as we see fit, so you'll never be bored. You get to enjoy having sessions with interesting people, and you even get to fuck your roommate on the side. What more could a little faggot ask for. Although I guess that's to be expected when you put two hormonal boys in a room with no television. So instead of fighting it, you should learn to accept fate. Besides, when you are eventually sold, your master won't tolerate such ignorance I'm sure."

Austin couldn't believe the things he was hearing. Remaining fourteen forever, being sold, and being told to be grateful for it all.

The structure was just being enough for him to fit in, with only a couple inches left on each side of him before he would be touching glass. The thought of being in such a small place was making Austin get a bit aroused. What was even more exciting was the fact that he had no idea what was going to be done to him. Through the tube Austin couldn't make out objects as well because of the curve of the glass, but he noticed a lot of people hitting switches and walking around.

"All done Mr. Soocher, commencing test now."

With that being said, several noises were now coming from around Austin. It sounded as though a generator started up. Underneath him, Austin could here what sounded like pipes creaking. Austin's fear got the better of him and he started to hyperventilate, trying to do anything he could to escape. His smooth pale chest was throbbing in and out as though he had just run a mile. He began hitting on the glass in front of him, trying to open the door. He slammed on the glass over and over again in any way possible. Meanwhile, like always, the aphrodisiac was taking effect, and Austin's speedo became tighter with the ever-expanding member poking into the lycra type fabric.

A compartment opened up underneath him and a cufflink popped out and snagged itself tightly on Austin's ankle. Austin was now immobilized even if the chamber did open. He tugged on his foot but was unable to break free. Austin's penis was fully erected through his speedo, which was making Mr. Soocher a bit horny himself. His cotton pants were spouting a 6-inch [15 cm] tent from his erection. Shooter watched the boy closely as he tried to escape his torture. It was an amazing thing for him to watch, and it made him want to jump in the tube and fuck Austin himself.

Something fell from the top end of the cylinder. Austin could barely make out some sort of mask, but it was 2 to 3 feet [60-90 cm] above him. It looked almost like something a scuba diver would breathe into. Austin stopped for a moment and realized that the men were going to fill the cylinder with water, while Austin was inside. As soon as his thought ended, vents underneath him opened up and the water began to flow upwards at an alarming rate.

"Wait please no!!! Let me out please."

Austin again started banging on the glass but nothing budged. Looking down at his feet he noticed that the water was now at his knees and was continuing to rise, Austin brought his hands down to his ankle and tried to pull off the shackle, but it was too secure. Going back to the glass around him, Austin continued to push and bang as hard as he could on the glass to get through. The water was now reaching Austin's hip. Austin tried everything he could to break free. His leg was beginning to left up a bit off the ground, but was stopped by the chain.

Austin didn't stop thrashing. He continued to move around as best he could, even though the water was now at his chest. Meanwhile, down below, Austin's penis was sticking straight up at a full 7 inches [18 cm]. He started to notice that the sensation was getting to him, and couldn't help putting one of his hands down there. The feeling of being trapped in the cylinder was making him horny. Austin was attracted to being helpless, like in the other scenarios.

Soocher was watching as the 14-year-old boy was slowly entrapped in water. He was slowly massaging is own cock as he watched the young boy flail for dear mercy. The water level was now up to Austin's shoulders. He was now floating in the water as high as he would go thanks to the shackle. One of his hands underwater massaged his penis while the other tried to claw upwards at the mask that he assumed would help him breathe, but it was still a foot and a half [50 cm] above him. Austin began to forget the intensity of the situation as fear began to mold into intense pleasure.

Austin was feeling the now well-known effects of the aphrodisiac. Surges of energy ran through the boy's slender body. His cock, now 2 inches [5 cm] larger, was wriggling in his tight swimsuit. Austin tried his hardest to keep his mind on the water filling up around him, but could only think of grabbing his cock and wanking it in every which way.

The thought of drowning underwater combined with the drug was giving the boy a feeling of euphoria. That feeling went a way for a moment as the water ran above Austin's face. He quickly tilted his face upwards to gasp for a last deep breath of air whilst screaming for his captives to stop. It was too late however, and Austin was fully submerged. Austin's hair flowed everywhere as he tried to bob his head up for more air, but it was too late. It was quite a site for Soocher to see the young boy twist and turn around in the water, trying to claw his way out of the glass.

Austin was frantically trying to figure out what to do. It wouldn't be long until he was out of oxygen. He knew he couldn't hold his breath for more than a minute, but the urges were too great. In the confusion, Austin began to thrust his hips into the glass, causing his boner to move up and down the side. His free leg then began to sprawl up the glass, as he tried to brace himself for an orgasm. Austin was having trouble conjuring up his energy without being able to breathe, but his penis was persistent. Austin could feel the material of the speedo grinding on his member, while pressing on the glass.

Soocher watched the boy closely. It was quite a site to see; a teenage boy ignoring his own doom for pleasure. Soocher continued to stroke his own cock through his pants, watching the boy's intense sexual tendencies. The boy's extended prick squished against the glass, moving up and down, trying to break free. Now the boy was beginning to look uncomfortable. Though he continued to hump the glass, he needed some air.

"Alright. Move on to phase 2 and give the little prick some air."

One of the technicians pulled a lever, and the breathing mask suddenly began to drop towards Austin's face. The mask reached Austin's mouth, and when he realized this he bit on to it for dear life. The boy was happy, not only to be able to live, but to continue to exert his sexual frustration. What he didn't know, was that Soocher had other plans. From below Austin's free foot opened another compartment, where another shackle grabbed onto his foot. Meanwhile above, two bars were lowered, both with wrist cuffs, and grabbed onto Austin's wrists, pulling them upwards above his head. Austin was now being stretched, and unable to touch his boy hood, or press it against the glass.

"Now lets have some fun."

Once again Austin found himself in an intense situation. With air rushing back into his body, after nearly suffocating to death, the boy began to see things a bit more clear. However, his judgment was still cloudy. The more he tried to asses what was happening around him, the more his little snake ached to be set free. It was a small yet sudden realization that the drugs being used on him day after day affected more then his body and sexual nature, but also dubbed down his sense of fear. There was no escaping his urge to stroke himself, to experience intense pleasure, to release his baby batter wherever he was, despite the danger he may be in.

Austin was spread from head to toe; metal cuffs holding his legs in place and his arms above his head. He was completely submerged in water, which would have killed him in a matter of minutes had it not been for the breathing apparatus dropped down for him to use. He wore nothing but a pair of blue speedo shorts. The rest of his body tinged and wiggled. Energy was moving throughout his body, looking to be released. He breathed as deep as possible, given the little amount of air he had at his disposal. He looked around at his surroundings, barely able to make out anything except the 7-inch [18 cm] cock that was surging through his speedo, making a massive tent in front of him. The boy cold do nothing except tighten his muscles, which made the cock move ever so slightly.

The speedo looked as if it wanted to pop off, but was reluctant. At that moment Austin would give anything to stroke himself just once or twice, but there was nothing he could do. In front of the cylinder tank of water in which he embodied stood a man known as Mr. Soocher, peering at the boy, waiting to proceed with his experiment, and ready to see the boy struggle until his load was shot. One of the lab technicians walked up to him carrying a clipboard and some type of remote. He handed the remote to Soocher.

"We're ready to proceed with phase 2 sir."

"Excellent. Did you hear that you little prick? The fun part is happening, and I'm going to watch every minute if your torment. I can't wait to watch you're little body squirm in pain until little dick has it's climax."

Austin couldn't hear Soocher very well, not that he's be able to comprehend. The only thing he seemed to be able to fixate on was his oversized cock pulsing up and down, trying to rub against the friction of his speedo, too much disappointment. The boy had also forgotten about the few suction cups placed on his chest. He though like previous times they were simply for monitoring heart rate and such, but they had a separate function. Soocher flipped one of the switches on the remote, and started moving on the dials. This started to loosen the tension on Austin's foot cuffs, letting him get a bit of range and motion.

The moment Austin could feel the tension loosen he began flailing his legs a bit, trying to move around as best he could. It was enough to bend his knees and move his legs upward, but not enough to reach them up to his cock. Unfortunately his pleasure was just out of reach. This frustrated the boy and he started to flail his whole body around as best he could, trying to hump towards the wall of the cylinder. He was able to reach enough to touch the head of his penis to the wall, which was enough to make him groan.

Austin did this a few times before Soocher hit another switch, which was linked to the suction cups on Austin's chest. This sent an electrical pulse surging through his body. This was not as harsh as previous time Austin had been shocked. It was more like a pulsating massage, but it hit his sweet spots just enough to make him agitated. His skinny 7-inch [18 cm] circumcised cock, which was continually tapping the edge of the cylinder, and ready to explode, now had electric waves passing through it. Austin thought he was going to have a hands free orgasm from sheer will power.

Socher turned another knob all the way to 0. This time it completely released the tension on Austin's handcuffs. Austin quickly grabbed his cock with both hands, one on top of another, stroking it through the speedo. He didn't even waste time taking off the garment. Touching himself never felt so good, and the electric pulses began to intensify. Just then, the breathing apparatus retracted, taking away Austin's ability to breathe. Austin's mind was elsewhere however.

Austin was unable to breathe, and tried screaming under water. His penis was finally feeling fulfilled, and he could feel an orgasm approaching, and he continued to stroke himself furiously. Austin's back arched, and his feet curled up, as if someone had just let him taste heaven. The electric pulses continued, sometimes making Austin flail out of control or loose sight of everything. Soocher wasn't ready to see the young lad get off, and turned the knobs back up and made Austin go back into a spread eagle position.

Austin couldn't take it anymore. He again tried to scream, but realized he had little to no air left, and was again starting to black out. He moved as best he could trying to find some sort of friction to let his penis feel pleasure again, but it was no use. Austin was getting worried because they hasn't given him any air yet. His chest was caving in, trying to gasp for air.

The suction cups were also monitoring his lung and heart, he was going to either pass out or breathe in water at any moment. Soocher noticed this and signaled one of the technicians to let down the breathing apparatus again, but also flipped the remaining switch on the remote he had. From out of the bottom of the water tank came a pole positioned towards the front of Austin. The pole had a device at the end witch had three heads. It was like a tripod. One head was shaved like a little tea cup, while the other two were just spherical ovals. Austin saw the breathing device and instantly clamped onto it, breathing fiercely into the tube. He didn't notice the thing approaching his manhood.

As the head on the pole reached his penis, the small tea cup shaped one attached itself to Austin's penis head, through the speedo, while the other two clamped onto each side. Austin noticed this and tried to look down at what was happening, but was sent flying back an instant later from the surprise the new device brought. This new thing attached to his penis was a vibrating, electrifying, masturbator. All three heads vibrated at high speeds while a current of electricity still ran through his body. Austin couldn't believe the feeling.

The boy tilted his head back, letting go of his only air supply. His while body wiggled and gyrated, as this thing gave his swollen cock everything it could ask for. Austin could feel an orgasm building inside of him, but didn't want to stop feeling the pleasure. The device was vibrating every inch of his penis, almost like someone was sucking on it with an electric mouth. Austin's eyes went behind his head, and he started bobing his head from side to side, as if he had been possessed.

Soocher noticed the boy's stomach tense up and his feet once again curled up. He could tell the boy was about to experience his orgasm. At that time, using his remote, he decided to double the intensity of the vibration. This caused Austin to arch his back as best he could and scream as loud as the water would allow. Austin felt his penis pulse out, and felt his cum moving through. It was more than he had ever felt, and a warm sensation went through his body. Just then, strands of Austin's cum shot out of the confines of the speedo, floating in all directions.

The boy grabbed onto the air tube again and was able to resuscitate and gather himself. The device clamped down on his penis retracted and Austin went limp, which was now just a bulge in his speedo. Austin tilted his head forward in exhaustion. The cuffs around his limbs broke off and also retracted into their separate stations. Austin just floated there, almost in a coma, and dazed from the intense orgasm.

"What now sir?"

"Let him sulk in the tank for a little bit and then escort him back to his quarters."

Soocher handed the remote to one of the technicians and walked away from the boy and out of the room. Another man whom Soocher had referred to as Mr. Reynolds followed him. The man wore a pair of fogged glasses and had black, slicked back hair. After ditching his lab coat it was notable that he also wore a suit, similar to Mr. Soocher's.

"So what is all of this exactly?"

"What is what? We needed a boy to experiment on and that little prick was begging for it. Mr. Price has seen him and expressed interest, meaning our time is limited."

"Why can't we just use some other boy?"

"There's something about him. He obviously enjoys the pleasure but still fears it. It's almost as if he still hasn't been broken, or is and loves it. He's a perfect candidate for the experiment process. We will finally be able to see what these drugs are capable of, and how they affect boys in intense sexual or torture-like situations. This boy, number 32, is already 87% infected now. He won't be making it much past 14.8 months, and he'll stay in mid pubescence forever. Not only that, but his hormonal state has been intensified 3 by 3 times thanks to the heavy doses he has been given. So far he is the only boy to show these kinds of results. "

"I see. That's pretty sick and twisted. I just love seeing them get fucked."

"It's not twisted, it's just good science, and good business."

"So what's next for him then?"

"Mr. Price has given us two weeks until he is ready. In that time I want to push his limits. I want him in the full deal on level 2, and see how far he can be pushed. Then have him fitted with that new thing your boys have been working on. You know the control piece."

"Sounds fitting. Should be enjoyable to watch."

With that the two parted ways. Little to Austin's knowledge, his fate had just been sealed, and any hope of him returning to his old life was diminished. Back in the test chamber, Austin's restraints had been unclenched and the water was slowly draining. Austin had a look of complete shock, and had no emotion to him what so ever. As the last of the water fell through the cracks the boy fell backwards, leaning on the tube, which wasn't even big enough for him to sit down in. Looking down he noticed that some of his load got caught on the drain. It was more than he had ever seen come out of him.

Austin's skin was shiny from being wet, and his breathing was finally returning to normal. With his right hand he gently rubbed his speedo around his groin, remembering the amazing pleasure he just had. Suddenly there were some noises from above, and the glass tube surrounding him lifted up and into a compartment in the ceiling. As soon as it lifted up Austin fell backwards onto the cold metal floor, detaching from the suction cups on his way down.

The same man who had led him to the room earlier came buy and grabbed Austin by the wrist, hoisting him up to his feet. Austin instantly sank back to his knees, not having the strength to move. The guard had no patience, and simply handcuffed the boy and threw him over his shoulders, and proceeded to walk away. The boy had no speak in him. Exhaustion and gotten the better of him. The only thing that escaped him was a grunt from being tossed over someone's color bone. Austin lazily looked up, the opposite direction he was headed, and noticed the technicians going over some papers. One was even gathering semen out of the tank. The sight worried him, but was quickly put to the back of his mind.

Austin for now put his troubles behind him and looked forward to what he felt was a reward for his trauma. The only person he had any connection with was waiting for him to return. He ignored his confused thoughts and looked at the positives. He imagined Brian typing Austin up and playing with him, talking through the night, and a warm face to go home to. The Austin remembered fucking him, and how wrong it felt, but his boyhood had other ideas.

"What the… KID YOU DID NOT JUST GET A F***ING BONER ONE ME."

The guard was furious, and tossed Austin into the nearest room and locked them in. Austin hit the floor hard, to the point where his breath was knocked out, and sat up as best he could.

"Ple ::caugh:: please Mr. I'm sorry."

"So you like getting boners huh?! I know what you want."

The man unzipped his pants, letting out his flaccid 5 inch [12½ cm] dick, which almost immediately grew to around 8 inches [20 cm]. The man pulled down and took off his pants, walking over to the boy. Austin panicked, but had no energy or time to react. The man grabbed Austin by his shoulder length wet hair.

"If you like boners so much, you're gonna suck mine dry."

Austin opened his mouth to protest, but the guard was too quick and shoved his shaft into Austin's mouth. He was only able to get it 3 inches [8 cm] down the boy's mouth before Austin started to gag. The guard's penis was much larger than he was used to, not only in length, but girth as well. Austin couldn't do anything to stop this, which seemed to be a running theme for his stay at the Institute. His hands were cuffed behind him, and could only wiggle up and down with the movement of his arms. Because the guard was holding his hair tightly, he could not get up from his kneeled position. That is when the guard started to thrust in and out.

"Come on you little queer! Move you're tongue around and start sucking, or I'll jam this hard on all the way down you're throat!"

Austin moaned from frustration and began to use his tongue to swirl around the man's giant cock. It tasted very foal, like a musky shoe. Tears began to run down Austin's eyes as the cock was shoved a bit further down his throat, and then back out. The guard tilted his head back in pleasure. The man now moved Austin's head in and out with momentum. Austin could feel the head of the man's penis hit the back of his throat, but continued to suck on the penis, despite his disgust.

"Yeah I bet you like that huh you little shit? Well you're going to like this even more. What's a big gun without a bang?"

Austin didn't realize what he meant until the guard's penis stared to spasm, and he knew that a shot of load would soon follow. The boy tried desperately to gain some footing to he could pull away but his feet and legs just kept slipping on the floor. A loud whimper came from his mouth, but it was no use. Soon the man shot his gallons of loud into the boy's mouth. Austin felt a very warm liquid sensation enter his mouth and start to go down his throat.

"Swallow it all you little faggot! Spill one drop and I'll jam that bed post over there all the way up your ass."

Austin got the message and leaned back, trying not to gag all over the floor. The man let go of Austin's head and the boy fell sideways on the ground, coughing profusely. Austin was still tearing up and moaning from being fucked in the mouth. The man zipped up and grabbed Austin's right foot, dragging him across the room and out the door. Austin didn't know where he was being taken, but could still barely move or speak even.

Luckily for him, the guard dragged him to his normal room and threw the boy in, closing the door on his way out. Austin lied there, on his bedroom floor, traumatized, exhausted, and eager to see Brian. Austin fell asleep before he could speak to Brian, but knew that when he awoke, Brian would be there to comfort him.

Later the next day Austin opened his eyes to find himself in bed. He was still wearing his handcuffs, which the guard was reluctant to remove. He awoke very dazed and confused. He hadn't had any food for quite some time, and he was given a larger amount of aphrodisiacs and pheromones than he was used to. Austin pushed him self onto his side, gazing at the other end of the room where he saw what looked to be Brian taking a piss in the toilet. Austin's eyes were blurry and unadjusted, perhaps from the tank of water he was in. Brian walked over to the bed and stared at Austin's helpless body.

"So you're that kid everyone has been mumbling about. You don't look so special to me."

Austin was startled at the voice. It was much deeper than Brian's, and sounded like an older teenager.

"Wh… who are you? Where's Brian"

"Not here no more. Is he your love buddy, cause I've been looking for a new one anyways. Your ass looks ripe, I guess you're my new toy."

Chapter 18

The building was completely filled that night. It's a wonder how I was able to pull it off. It was the first time in six months I didn't feel bound.

"At a hotel in Manhattan, thousands gathered for a seasonal party. This party was not to celebrate a birthday, or any type of holiday; just a gathering of the rich and eccentric. A meeting of people who share similar interests and each have a wad in their pocket. Everyone was dressed in formal wear and not a champagne glass was empty. In the ball room, there were many speeches to celebrate good wealth and to advertise some minor charities. On one side was a buffet, for all of the fat cats, and on the other, some mach gambling stations, for the penny pinchers.

Throughout the night they all rambled on about good fortune and blissful living. Behind the ballroom however, in a small room, the real show was taking place. Inn this back room there were six men smoking cards and discussing finances. One of them was a bit flamboyant looking. He was wearing a dark grey suit with a pink shirt underneath. He also had a pink satin handkerchief in his jacket pocket. He had bright white hair and thick black glasses. He was not physically special by any means. He was 5'8 [1.70 m] and was of medium build. A very wealthy looking man.

He was talking to a much larger man in both weight in height. He had a reseeding hairline and porous skin. He also wore a grey suit, and did not look like someone you'd want to talk to. He grabbed a photo frame from the white haired man, and gave a chuckle, and a lick over his upper lip.

"So. What are the measurements?"

"5 foot nothing [1.5 m] by 8 inches [20 cm]."

"8 inches [20 cm]? This little thing?"

"I got her special ordered. And trust me, it's an accurate account. You get what you pay for. Everything in the picture that you see right there, for exactly two hours. No cuts, or bruises. Go up to room 915. Knock twice and then say the word 'Price'. Then the door will open."

"I give. What are the strings."

"This is the 12th annual 'Greater Manhattan Ball' Mr. Dubard. If there were any strings, they would have been tripped by now."

"Hook line and sinker. The money will be waiting in your account when you get home. It'll be from Dubard bank in form of a generous donation."

"But of course."

The white haired man handed the larger man, whom was mentioned to be Mr. Dubard, a little black remote with a red and green button on it. The two men exchanged nods and he left the room, and proceeded to the elevator. Dubard took the elevator to the 9th floor where he proceeded to walk down the hall to room 915. The man, now sweating a but from nervousness, looked down both sides of the hall, and then knocked on the door two times, as requested.

"Um… Price."

There was a long pause, and then he heard something hit the door, and he then noticed that the inside lock was prying the door open. He was a bit taken back by this. For something so secretive, he was unsure of why the door would be so conspicuous. Dubard opened the door slowly and walked down the tiny hallway and into the hotel room, locking the door behind him. There was a large bath, kitchen, and a king size bed. On the bed, under the covers, was a large mound. Dipping over the bed, coming out from under the comforter, was what looked like part of a pink-laced skirt.

"Oh my. You don't have to hide from me. I think you just want to have fun tonight, and I do too. Unless you don't like having fun. Maybe you like to be punished instead."

The man approached the bed with his clawed hands up in the air, ready to pounce. He could feel the pressure inside his pants building. Little did he know, very close by someone watched his every move. Through the closet door that was open just enough to peer through lurked an observer of this man's sins. Without warning, he was struck on the head from behind, and blacked out.

I could see the look in his eyes. That clouded stare with no morals through the fog. So many people had that same look. Mike, John, Soocher, Price, and even ones as young as Derrick…

"I said Derrick you little twerp. Actually master sounds about right too. From now on, til your time is up, You're gonna be reffered to as 'bitch'. Got it?!"

Austin was stunned. There he laid in his bed, but was looking at the complete opposite of what he had hoped to see. Derrick was 17 years old. He had short brown curly hair, and had a patch on his chest as well. He had a bit of a muscular build, and wore the standard silver spandex shorts required of everyone else. He stared directly into Austin's eyes, as if he had been purged of a soul. Austin was reminded of gazing at Mike, before he was abused. Austin was still wearing a speedo from his recent excursion in a lab down the hall, but could see his silver shorts on the ground near the door. He also was still handcuffed behind his back, except he now found himself chained around the bars of the headboard.

"I don't get it. Please tell me where Brian is. I want to see him."

"He's sold. Just like you'll be in just two weeks. Or so they told me."

"Sold?! No he couldn't have been. To who?"

"None of your business bitch. Not that I give a shit anyways. All I know is you're the one. The f***ing prodigy they've been harking about. You here it every so often. All of the coats talk about certain boy's libidos or some shit, and how they are the perfect sex slave, and then the suits talk about all of the money they can make. Meanwhile I'm forced to stay here in this crap factory, while little bitches like you get to leave. Well I don't really think that's fair! So here's how this is going to work. I'm going to do whatever I want to you, whenever I want, and you're gonna take it. If I have to live in hell, you're going to live in the devil's basement."

Austin was having trouble taking all of this in. He had but just woken up, and already everything was different. Brian was gone; Derrick was going to do things, and something about perfect slave boy. Austin couldn't comprehend everything, but was able to give an off handed opinion.

"It's not like I want to be sold, I just wanna go home."

"OH what!! So you're too good for that too?!"

Derrick dashed onto the bed, grabbing Austin's speedos right off and chucking them aside.

"NO WAIT, PLEASE DON'T! I'm SORRY!"

"Damn straight you're sorry! I'm gonna f*** your brains out!"

Austin screamed at the top of his lungs with his prepubescent, girlish voice, but that didn't even make Derrick flinch. The older boy grabbed Austin's ankles and pulled the younger boy towards him, spreading them far apart. Derrick wasted no time pulling down his shorts and shoving his hard 7-inch [18 cm] cock right into Austin's hole. The boy gave out a shriek in pain, but the sobbing only encouraged Derrick to thrust harder and faster.

"PLEASE STOP IT HURTS!! AHH UGH!!"

With no lubricant, this was very painful for Austin. He was not feeling any pleasure from it, but that didn't stop his dick from getting another boner, as if he had no choice in the matter anymore. Derrick smiled while watching the torment in the boys face, and enjoyed every pulse of his cock inside the tight sphincter of Austin. Tears ran down Austin's face like faucets, and he continued to yell and struggle. Derrick tilted his head back as he felt his orgasm coming, and creamed all inside the little asshole.

"Oooh yeah. You like that bitch? I bet you do. Don't feel so special anymore do ya?"

Derrick thrust in a few more times to make sure he was high and dry, and then pulled out quick, noticing the distress in the boy's face has he exited. Derrick dropped Austin's feet on the bed. He limped like some sort of sex doll, still sobbing and crying.

"Remember how this felt next time you open your f***in mouth. Of course, I'll be doing it five times a day anyways. I'm always horny for little bitches that need to learn a lesson."

Austin didn't look at the older boy, or even respond. But instead barried his face in the bed and kept crying. Derrick was still enraged at the disobediance and took a paddle out from under the bed, where Brian and Austin's stash was, and wacked him hard on the ass, which made him scream again.

"You answer me when I talk to you bitch!"

WACK.

"OWWE!"

"Say yes master!"

WACK.

"AAAAH. Yeees Master!"

"What!"

WACK. WACK.

"YES MASTER!"

Austin's ass was beat red from the hits, and he again berried his head.

"That's better, but I don't like your crying."

Derrick un-cuffed the boy with a key that the guard has left with him earlier, and grabbed Austin by his hand and tossed him against the wall. Austin hit the wall and fell on his ass, letting out a yelp from the pain.

"Put on your shorts. NOW!"

"::sniff:: yeees master."

Austin did as he was told and crawled over to wear his shorts were. After spending a few minutes fighting the pain, he finally slipped his spandex shorts back on and crawled back to the wall. Derrick walked over to him with a rope and secured his hands behind his back again. Austin didn't struggle at all, and just accepted his fate. Austin had no emotion in his face. It was almost as if he were possessed, but in reality he had finally been broken. Derrick finished with the ropes and turned his attention to one of Austin's feet, where he attached an ankle cuff that he secured to a ring on the wall.

"There. Now you stay there until you're needed."

"Yes… master."

"Aw, why so glum little bitch. I know what you need."

Derrick kneeled down and cupped his hand on Austin's penis, which again began to grow. Derrick gently rubbed his hand up and down Austin's region as he a gasp of air and closed his eyes. Derrick grew a devilish smile, but Austin didn't notice. Derrick grabbed Austin's 6 inch [15 cm] member through the fabric of the shorts and started jerking it up and down very slowly. Austin could feel that his penis was not as erect as when he was in the tank of water, but ignored it. Feeling someone's hand on his boyhood rather than a machine felt good for a change.

Austin was letting out little whimpers of pleasure as Derrick continued to stroke him. He moved his hand up to the head, stopping to rub it between his thumb and index fingers, and the back down to the base. Derrick noticed that Austin was beginning to pulse a bit, and Austin was panting louder. Just when Austin looked like he was about to have his orgasm, Derrick stopped. Austin didn't know what was going on, and opened his eyes to see Derrick's smile. Derrick leaned into Austin's ear and whispered.

"Oops, I forgot. They told me to make sure you didn't pleasure yourself. They want you ripe when they start your 'final procedures', what ever that means."

Austin didn't know what to do. His throbbing member wouldn't stop. It was eating him up inside that he couldn't release himself. This was unusual for him to feel this way. He had never felt this pressure to release before. He started to hyperventilate at the pressure building up, and he fell to the ground. Derrick watched with amusement as the boy squirmed and moaned. This soon turned into frustration.

"The suits will be here in the next few days to make sure you can't touch yourself at all. Until then I need to make sure that you don't splooge."

"Please jerk me off! It hurts!"

"Oh no. I'm having too much fun."

Derrick then went over and cuffed Austin's other foot to another ring on the wall, leaving him on his back and unable to turn over or touch his throbbing boyhood. Austin struggled to touch himself but was unable. Derrick walked over, bent down, and kissed Austin's boner.

"See you tonight, bitch."

Derrick walked away, leaving the immobilized boy to suffer in his constant 'near pleasure'. The boy moaned and groaned, but Derrick left the room. The boy kept breathing and buckling his back, trying to release himself, but it was no use. He tried his best to think about anything else at all to get his mind off of it, but then he could think of nothing but his sad state.

Brian was gone, and Austin had no idea where. He was leaving this place soon to be sold, and was going to go through some probably excruciating tests to be 'perfected' into a slave boy. Today alone he spent time drowning in a tank, was forced to suck a man's cock, and was raped by an older boy. Austin's faith had finally been broken. The realization that this was his permanent life had finally sunk in. Brian, his last beam of light, was gone. He had no more friends.

There he laid, bound and immobilized. Still squirming from his raging boner, that was still pulsing. This was due largely to the amount of drugs that had been given too him. His face was emotionless. His eyes were sagging and lifeless. The fight was gone from them. He was nothing but a fourteen-year-old meat bag, full of aphrodisiacs and pheromones, who no longer had an identity of his own. From now on he was a lab rat and a slave. He no longer looked to a day when he would be a normal teen again.

No matter how many times I've seen that look, I've always survived. And this man was no different. So I took my only chance.

The next few days for Austin were grueling and repetitive. Austin remained chained to the wall of his room, not being able to do much of anything else. Every four hours Derrick would come back and force-feed him food. Austin began to think it not as nourishment, and more of just his daily medications. Every night Derrick would rape Austin mercilessly, sometimes for a straight 30 minutes. He could see a mixture of hatred and amusement in Derrick's eyes. He enjoyed raping Austin because it broke Austin's spirit.

Austin didn't make a single sound for those three days. Any shred of humanity had been lost by the boy. Brian was the last life line keeping him going in the Institute. Sometimes he would remember Brian and get a tear in his eye at the thought if Brian being sold and raped by his owner. Other times Austin was get a massive boner thinking of the fun bondage exploits they had together. However he tried his hardest not to think dirty thoughts, because every time he did, Austin's little member got harder and harder, and ached more and more from not being juiced.

During these days he spent a lot of time reflecting. He remembered all of the things that had been done to him, and what they all meant. He thought of how much he hated everything, but then wondered why he enjoyed some of it. The sleep sac, The Day with Ms. Chambers, and when he fucked Brian. All of it, though terrible occurrences, made him crave more. Then there was the Institute, and their plans. Originally he thought he would get here and then be given to someone else to be used and abused for life, but that hadn't happened. He had been kept here, drugged, played with, and experimented on. He recently found out they he was to stay at his age forever if they kept giving him the proper drugged food, and his sexual drive would only increase as time went on.

My days at the Institute were grueling and torturous. IT took them awhile, but eventually they made me understand what they wanted with me. On that day of realization, was the day my true torture began. I can still hear the different frequencies in my head, when they tried to control every aspect of my boyhood.

On the morning of the fourth day fallowing his makeshift imprisonment by Derrick, some new visitors greeted Austin. Two of the security guards entered his room with a man in a white lab coat. All of the guard had blended together at this point and Austin made no attempt to differentiate them, but the man in the lab coat looked like one of the men he saw in the lab where he was hoisted into the large tank of water.

The stuffy looking man in the lab coat walked over to Austin, whom was still on his back and chained to the wall by his feet with his hands behind his back. He took Austin's jaw in his hand and peeked inside the boy's mouth, and then began messaging parts of his limbs. The touch of another person was beginning to effect his hormones. He had been stroked constantly for the past three days, but was always edged to the brink of unloading without being given the satisfaction of cumming. Austin made no sounds, but did thrust his pelvis into the air, insinuating that he wanted to be stroked. Once again, even in the direst circumstances, Austin lost all pride to his sexual needs. Much to his pleasure the man grabbed onto Austin's member, but only for a brief moment. The man then cupped Austin's balls, and released him back onto the ground.

"OW!"

Austin was pricked in the neck by a type of syringe. He assumed it was another injection, but in fact the man was taking a bit of his blood and mixing it in some solutions. He had a small test tube for the blood and the few powders he added. After twirling it for a few moments the liquid turned absolutely clear.

"My word. I've never seen this before. I'm sure you gentlemen aren't aware, but this boy is a perfect specimen for our experiments. Every ounce of his genome is lining up perfectly."

"Yeah… whatever you say doc. What now?"

"Now? Now I'm 100% certain we can bring him to Lab S19. Usually the highest purity we get out of these kids is 54%, but this one's an 89. That means that there is little to no chance of him ending up like one of those enraged rejects. Quickly, remove his bounds and follow me. Be careful not to graze his genitalia though. He's been harboring semen for a few days now, and with the way his hormones are he'll most likely explode to the touch.

Enraged rejects? What are they going to do to me?

There was no way for Austin's bothering thoughts to make it out of his mouth. He just didn't have the strength. The two men removed his chains and grabbed him by the arms, dragging his feet on the ground as they brought him through the corridors again. This was the rare time of day when many of the other children were being led through the halls to their respective areas. He couldn't help but notice some of the looks he was getting. A lot of the older ones smirked at him, knowing that he was probably about to go through something grueling. Other kids closer to his age looked in horror, at what might happened to him. Some even looked with a sight of pity, knowing full well what Austin was going through. There were a few though, who saw Austin and couldn't help but lick their lips, grab their hard-ons, and start stroking off in the hall way.

Austin was brought much further than any of the other times he had taken a 'trip' around the facility. He seemed to have been going down many levels, possibly 10 levels below the ground floor. There was a certain eeriness of the institution down this far. It felt to Austin like all of the horrors that had been done to children for presumably decades had sifted into the atmosphere. Then he began to hear the real life screams. Every room he passed by had someone crying or begging for less abuse. He didn't hear much pleasure coming from anywhere. Austin began thinking this is where the sexual things stop, and the dissections begin.

Finally the three men and Austin stopped at a door labeled S19, just like the lab person said. The technician put his hand on a panel to the side of the door, initiating it to open. Once inside, Austin felt his entire body drop to near freezing temperatures, but not because the room was cold, but because of the sheer feeling he got. He could tall that this place was used for things that people just shouldn't do. A place where a 14 year old kid could be drained of all his juices like a left over piece of fruit.

In the large room there were very few lights. Like in the previous lab rooms he had been in, there were miscellaneous lab machines surrounding the perimeter. Then there was the contraption in the middle. It looked like a very large seat. It had all sorts of straps and harnesses connected to it. Above there was what looked like a large sphere, equipped with several tools, tubes, syringes, and weapons. Behind the seat were several leather masks, all fitted with tubes and wires and such. Austin didn't sob, but a river of tears escaped him nonetheless. For the first time since this whole ordeal began, Austin actually felt that he knew when and where he was going to die.

Every muscle in Austin's body clenched at once at the thought of being put anywhere near that contraption. Seeing the hesitation, the guards tightened there grip on Austin's tiny biceps.

"Don't even think about it kid. From what I've heard you've been pretty lucky so far. You don't want to piss off the wrong person."

Lucky? How could I be lucky. I was kidnapped. I was raped. I was used. Lucky? What boy would ever wish for this?

"Lucky?"

I just want to go home. I just want to remember what it was like…

"Pleas… please no…"

Austin could only whimper, not having the strength to raise his voice, but the want to survive began to give him some strength."

"No… no… :sniff:, NO!"

I wonder what mom is doing right now, or if my swim team misses me…

"I can't… YOU CAN"T MAKE ME!!!"

"Guards, shut that boy up. Knock him out with one of your tranquilizers!"

Austin tried his hardest the pull his arms from side to side, and started thrashing and swirling his head as if possessed by a demon.

"I'M NOT LUCKY! I JUST WANT TO GO HOME AND SWIM AND SEE MY FAMILY AND FUCK BRIAN AGAIN!"

"Stand still you little shit, here have this."

The guard readied his tranquillizer syringe and was just about to pop it in Austin's shoulder.

"DELAY THAT!"

Everyone in the room stood still. Austin fell to his knees, breathing heavily, with a mess of tears and snot running down his face. Austin turned his head around to see none other than Mr. Soocher, and another man dressed in an all white suit. As menacing as Mr. Soocher looked, this other man seemed as though he lacked a soul. He had slicked back brown hair and a sharp jaw.

"Turn him around for me would you gentleman."

The guards did as he asked and spun the historic 14 year old around to face him. Austin had calmed down, and his fears sunk back in to him. He knew that Soocher was no good, and that this other man was probably not here to set him free.

"Yes child you are indeed lucky. Believe it or not. Do you know why you're lucky you little shit box? You're lucky, that we have this much use for you. You're attitude and disobedience should have gotten you much harsher punishments then they did. Trust me being raped on occasion by a guard or inmate or being drowned is nothing compared to what you might have succumb to."

"Ah, so you've been going easy on him then? I thought as much Soocher. You always did have a soft spot for the young weak boys. This one got your jollies did he?"

"Actually it was my science staff that stopped me from throwing him into the dark room, but that doesn't mean I didn't jack of to the thought of him being taken advantage of. That's right Austin, I came so many times to the thought of you getting raped and bullied, which Ill admit is half the reason I'm here today."

"Ah yes I do believe I was told in a debriefing before coming here that this boy was some sort of modern miracle."

Soocher's friend turned to Austin with an evil gleame. It took every thing out of Austin just looking at him.

"My friend Mr. Soocher tells no lies boy. Had I been around and you disobeyed me even once, I would have thrown you straight into the dark room, so you could feel the wrath of those who have come before you."

"B… before me…?"

"Sir. Yes you in the blue coat. Please put up a recent video clip from The DR would you. That's right Austin. What you are about to go through is not something everyone comes back from. 80% of the children that have been in this room have been unsuccessful, and unfortunately we had no choice but to lock them into their own society. For you see, they've gone mad. Mad to the point where there is no thinking or hesitation. If they see something living, the will expel their sex on that thing until it's dead, or damn near. See for yourself."

Austin turned his head upwards and to the right as suggested by the man. He was afraid at what he was about to see. Would it just be a bunch of kids jacking off, ro something much worse?

The screen turned on and all you saw was one spot light aimed at a child no older than Austin. He had short blonde hair and was struggling for his life. A harness attached to a pulley system was lowering him down. The harness went around his chest and shoulders. The child scratched and clawed at the pulley for mercy as he was lowered into the darkness below. Then the lights went on.

Austin's mouth dropped in horror at what he witnessed. There must have been at least 50 different boys in that room. All of them had nothing in their face. No emotion what so ever, but as soon as the lights went on, and they saw the boy, they ran, leaped, and clawed their way to get to him as fast as they could. The boy shouted out I agonizing screams, as loud as he could. The boys, all of the, made no noise or said a word. All you could hear from them is grunting and panting, like wild animals.

All of them had their penises out, trying to fit it into the boy where ever they could. His ass, mouth, hands, and even his ears were all being taken over by the boys, and they were relentless. They thirsted and dug into every orifice of that boy to the point where he probably could have been torn in two. Muffled whimpers could be heard from the boy, but eventually they stopped. The boy had either passed out, or was dead, but the hoard of boys continued until they felt they were spent. Eventually the boy was lifted back up after they had had their fill. He was bleeding out of several places. His penis, which they sucked and bit, looked like mush. Cuts and bruises surrounded his whole body. Then the video stopped.

Austin had no words. His face was that of pure unrealistic shock. His pupils were as tiny because he couldn't take his eyes off of the screen. Soocher's partner smiled with relief that he thoroughly broke the last of the boy's spirit.

"Now Austin. Rather then go through the hassle of being in such a place, why don't you comply with us, so we can do our job."

These aren't people… They have to be demons. But of course, I'm still rock solid…

Austin was in a no win situation. The only thing he could do was struggle his hardest, but as he just saw that would land him in hell. The dark room that was uttered to him in previous conversations was not only real, but a much worse place than he could have ever imagined. It was nothing but a pit of rape. A place where soulless teenagers who have lost touch with humanity and throw themselves on any living thing that gets thrown in. Austin had stopped his bickering, and merely remained kneeled on the ground, completely silent. Mr. Soocher and his partner knew they had the boy where they wanted him, and continued with their plan.

"Mr. Soocher I believe you can handle things from here. Continue with this little show of yours. Time is running out for my stay here."

"As you wish Mr. Arkbell."

"Dr. Stinson. You and your men begin preparations. Guards, secure the specimen, tightly."

With a devilish smirk Soocher initiated the experiment. Austin made no noise as the guards lifted him by the arms and brought him over to the chair. Austin walked with them instead of dragging his feat this time. They walked Austin's naked body over to the station, where he got to see first hand what he was up against. What he once thought was a chair was more of a cradle. It was the type of seat you'd see in a dentist's office, but instead of being shaped like a seat, it simply curved like a hammock. Austin was hoisted onto it, where he fit in like a glove. The seat was littered with bracers, restraints, and wiring.

The guards began to strap him in. A leather brace was strapped and buckled on to each of his wrists so that his arms were angled down his side. The same was done for his ankles. A metal bracer was put around his stomach, and clamped in. It then tightened automatically to his size. A nylon strap was secured around his neck, just to reduce his range of motion. Then came his pelvic region. Austin could see that there was something strange about the compartments surrounding his genital region.

It looked as though there were three bracers around him. One between his legs and two to the sides of his hip. They looked like they had a lot of protrusions too them, but he couldn't tell what. One of the lab technicians came over to him with blue gloves on and a tube in his hand. He squirted what looked like a clear liquid in his hand. Once a considerable amount covered his hand, he reached under Austin's bum and began sticking his fingers up Austin's rectum. Austin whimpered due to the surprise, and was clearly uncomfortable.

"This isn't for pleasure Dr. Johnson, so don't accidentally stimulate the prostate, or he is liable to unload. As much as our guests want to see him sexually abused, we will just have to restrain ourselves for now."

"Oh don't worry Dr. Stinson, that was not on my agenda. I'm on the same page as you with this. We could be making history here."

"Not to mention a valuable profit" Mr. Arkbell chimed in.

Dr. Johnson pulled out of Austin's rectum just as he was sure the boy was properly lubed. Austin had never been lubed like that before. When him and Brian played together they used very little. Austin tried to escape this reality by remembering how gentle Brian was with him, and how they use to enjoy tying each other up and playing torture. Austin's fantasy didn't last long before he was woken up by the sounds of machinery turning on. Just like that he was returned to his real torture. All Austin could see was the sphere above him, about the size of the chair, with all of the prongs and tubes. He wondered how they were all going to intrude his body.

Dr. Johnson began moving around with the metal parts around Austin's cod. He started with the one between his legs. Austin felt a sharp jolt in his backside as what felt like a dildo was inserted into his anus. In fact it was part of the restraint, which has a 3 inch [8 cm] probe. The probe acted as a butt plug and had a lip at the base for proper stability. Austin could feel the cold steel bubble inside of his butt, but it was not affiliated with his prostate. As Dr. Johnson lifted up the restraint to Austin's penis, he began to sense that it was more of an encasement. Austin could feel as the shell clamped onto his balls and perineum.

Johnson then grabbed the two pieces to the sides and brought them up. He pressed Austin's junk into the walls and clamped the whole thing shut. It now looked as if Austin was wearing metal underwear. After being clamped a butting was pushed on one of the control panels and the entire encasement began to form fit to Austin. It was metal on he outside, with a rubber lining around the edges. Inside it felt like Austin's entire sex was encased. He could feel his penis slide into a sheath as the butt plug inserted all the way to his prostate. Austin licked his lips a bit as he trembled at the many different sensations happening below him. He then felt something intruding his penis slit. It was infect a tiny tube that was connected to a hole on the outside of the encasement. Austin had never felt something go down his urethra before, and he tried to enjoy the new stimulus despite his grave situation. Austin felt like he would pop at any moment, but with no way to stroke or touch himself there was no way of making that happen.

After the pelvic encasement had settled Dr. Johnson came over once more and grabbed what looked like a couple of very thing tubes from the machine above Austin's head Austin wasn't positioned to be looking straight up and was at more of an angle, but he could still make out what was going on. Dr. Stinson could see the reaction in Austin's face. Even though Austin was scared into submission, fear could still cause him to make noise.

"We have to blindfold the boy for most of the test. I think it would be best blindfold the boy now rather than later. I don't want him to get over excited every time he sees something."

"Delay that Dr. Stinson. I want this boy in a full hood. I want him to be as submissive and locked down as possible." Mr. Arkbell said from across the room

"Any particular reason… sir?"

"For one I can't listen to that pre pubescent rattle any longer, and two… well it gets me randy watching him squirm."

"Heh. Understood. You heard the man. There should be such equipment in the closet over there."

The closest guard rushed to the closet that the doctor was pointing too, grabbed a black leather hood, and began to move towards Austin's position. Once at Austin the guard could see the fear and loss of will pouring out of the boy. He smiled as he pressed the mask onto Austin's face. Austin could only let out a soft whimper before it was placed on him. The mask had a gag that inserted right into his mouth. The mask also blocked all sight, but had two ear holes and nostril holes. Austin was freaking out still, more now that he didn't know what was coming next. He tried to scream yet again but could only let out a muffle. He was completely bolted down, couldn't see a thing, and still had a raging boner that was now contained in some sort of metal sex underwear. He again tried his hardest to remember his old life and moments with Brian, and tried to get his mind off things. Dr. Stinson ruined that by waling up and leaning into the boy's ear.

"Okay subject 32. There are two main phases to this experiment. We will run one, and then the other. After that, if you have reacted well or I suppose survived in any way we will continue from there. If you are rejected, which is doubtful, enjoy hearing and understanding these last moments of humanity. For if you succumb like the others you will be nothing but one of those mindless sex puppets in that giant room, ever awaiting a prey to pounce on, as Mr. Arkbell pointed out. Now, I am in this for the science and the research, and as such I want you to survive, so I will give you a healthy tip. Phase one will be hell. It will start off good but will eventually drive you mad. I would advise thinking of happy thoughts. If and when you get to see phase two, enjoy it as much as you can, because the process will start up again."

With Austin's weakened mental state and locked down physical state, he could barely comprehend what the doctor was saying. He understood that phase one was bad and that phase one was some how a reward, but he had no idea what that meant. All he knew is that he didn't want to end up like one of those monsters he saw. Just then he felt two needles being inserted into his left arm. They were left in instead of being taken out like all of the syringes he had to endure. Austin then wondered why he hadn't yet died form all of the chemicals he had taken into his system.

The tubes were color-coded. One was red and the other yellow. They both filled up with liquid, waiting to be injected into Austin. Meanwhile another tube was inserted into the hole in the encasement. This tube was much larger and locked into the hole. All three went up into the structure hanging above Austin. A long mechanical arm with a needle like machine coming out of the tip was positioned next to Austin's right arm, but was not inserted. Austin could hear what sounded like a turbine from a jet engine start up. In fact it was the machine above him as the men got ready for the test.

"Alright everyone I need goggles on and get to a safe distance. Dr. Johnson will man the controls as I observe. As you see above us on the wall behind the subject there are two lights. One yellow and one red. These are to indicate to you when the phase is about to begun. It will blink ten times before it begins. That's all of the info you will need, so sit back and watch the show."

Everyone walked over to the control panels where Dr. Johnson was standing. Everyone looked in amazement at the boy tied down to the chair. He was giving off slight twitches, but he wasn't going anywhere. Nothing but a muffled scream could be heard through the mast. It made many watching very aroused. Dr. Johnson looked at Dr. Stinson, who nodded as a reply. Dr. Johnson pressed the yellow button labeled 'one' on the control panel. The yellow light began blinking on the far wall as the countdown commenced.

Austin again tried to let his mind drift into his own euphoria. There was him and Brian. Sitting in a room with all of their favorite toys they had used on each other while they lived together. He pictured himself taking Brian in his arms and hugging him for a as long as they needed. Then it began. Austin heard the loudest, most bellowing noise he had ever heard. It sounded like a horn on a ship, but much lower. He could feel one of the tubes inject a liquid into his arm.

For a few moments, there was silence. Austin felt no different. He still felt self-aware. He felt all of the bounds tying him down. His shaft was still enclosed and heating up. Then it got really hot, as if it were burning. Austin's entire body was heating up. He could feel his whole body trembling, like when Brian used to suck on his dick. It felt great at first, like a ghost was stroking him off. His breathing was getting heavier, like when he is jerking off, and his body was moving around uncontrollably, lost in the moment. He could feel his cum swarming inside his penis, waiting to release. Austin reveled for a moment at the intense pleasure he was about to feel. He knew he was about to cum. He could feel himself seizing, and then, nothing happened. Rather than releasing fluids, Austin's body kept getting closer and close tot the brink of exploding. He now understood why the doctor warned him and it was getting worse. Austin's heart rate was climbing as his body convulsed and retracted. Austin gave into any and all emotions or movements his body would do in order to make him self cum, but nothing was happening.

Austin was screaming as loud as he could through the mask. His hands and feet moved around frantically through the straps. His back buckled a bit, or as much as it could. His head swung side to side, as if he thought he could squirm out some how. Inside his encasement, many things were happening. The butt plug was now going in and out of his anus, just tipping the prostate. Meanwhile the sheath around his penis was massaging and moving. Austin could feel all of this and though that it would relieve him, but still nothing. The horny-ness was literally killing him.

The men all watched in shock as the 14-year-old boy thrashed about in the cradle, unable to jerk off to the point of insanity. Austin couldn't think straight anymore. Random memories and ideas were running through his mind. Every sexual thrill and trial he had been on. All of the boys and girls on his swim team wearing nothing but skin tight suits. Austin fucking Brian over and over again. The boy was beginning to loose his grip with reality. The syringe on the side of Austin finally injected into him and took some blood, which went into one of five cylinder containers attached to it.

Austin could feel every emotion he had running through his cock. It was at the center of his despair and pleasure. He could feel all of the pent of sex swirling inside of his penis head, like a balloon about to pop. Austin was in too much disarray to even try to enjoy some of the things he was feeling. Austin could see many bright lights in his head, as if he was drifting away into this sex crazed state. He could feel his body mending with this sexual pain he was feeling. Just then, the red light began to blink. Austin didn't know it was phase 2 was about to begin. Dr. Johnson walked up to Dr. Stinson.

"Do you think he'll make it? His heart rate is through the roof. There is so much going on in his pelvic region that I think his kidneys and maybe even his testicles might burst."

"We're about to find out, and are just seconds away from knowing. "

"It's a shame really," Arkbell chimed in. "I have been enjoying watching this boy squirm in terror and pleasure. I think I'll have to confiscate the video surveillance for this one."

"Oh don't worry. If this works you'll see it again very shortly."

Then the red light finally went on. Austin could hear a different noise though all of the pain and suffering. This time it was a loud high pitched noise. It would make windows shatter. He didn't know what phase two was, but was hoping it would release him from this hell.

A specimen. That's all I was to them. A sex slave. I almost wish I had turned into one of those monsters. Then at least I wouldn't have to worry about that place ever again. Then again, I also wouldn't be writing this right now.

Austin was in a full trance. He didn't even know what was happening anymore. His mind had dipped into a cloud of white noise. He could feel everything at once, as if time had stood still. He could feel the pressure of the mask gripping his face, making him unable to relinquish any emotion. The gag filled ever recess of his mouth. The loudest scream couldn't pierce it, in yet a faint muffled panic could be heard. Austin could hear and feel the tension on the straps on his feet and ankles. Every limb was permanently testing that tension as they constantly pulled on the straps due to the immense sexual pressure. His body, whether by him or on it's own, struggled to tear through his bounds and grab onto his boyhood.

Then there was the device around his pelvis. It was the center to all of the frustration in him. There were so many things going on in this encasement that the boy thought to be another dimension. There was a vibrating probe in his ass. The silicone was ribbed. Austin could feel every bump protruding his rectum, like the slow waves of the sea. It went in all the way just so the tip touched his prostate. Meanwhile it massaged his perineum with a rotating tip. His penis was in a sheath that was moving in all sorts of directions around his penis. Every inch of his penis was being massaged in different ways. It felt like there was some sort of urethral sound in his penis moving in and out in a rhythmic fashion. His balls were trapped in their own containment, being slowly massaged and gyrated. Austin was in the most intense and painful perpetual pleasure of his life. So much to the point of pain and anguish.

Austin's mind, without control, was rapidly sifting through the many sexual encounters he had had throughout his life. Everything from the first time he touched his member to being raped by Derrick. He could feel those sexual urges seep into his existence as the dominant force, as if that was his only knowledge. He could see Brian yet again. He could picture raping Brian while the boy screamed for mercy, but Austin didn't stop. Austin's libido was at such a high point of tolerance that it was taking over and causing him to succumb to the same sickness as the other boys before him.

That's when Austin heard the second phase begin. He heard a long high-pitched ring, which seemed as though it were miles away and lasted for hours. He could feel the liquid from the other syringe fill his body, spreading throughout. For Austin everything was silent and dead for a moment, as if time had stopped. He saw himself going through a long tunnel towards a bright light. His body felt warmer than it had ever felt before. Surges of vibrations traveled through his body at high velocity. At the end of the tunnel laid massive waterfall, and Austin jumped down into it. The men in the room watched in amazement at what they were witnessing. The boy was truly about to experience something magical.

In the room, his head tilted back, slamming on the table. His back arched and his body buckled as much as the restraints would let him. All of his tows spread out at once, as a high-pitched muffle climbed out of his gag. Austin could feel his penis unloading finally. It was the greatest orgasm he had ever felt in his life. It felt as though gallons of cum were being released from him. Each wave gave more and more pleasure. Through the encasement a tube began to suck all of the cum up into a jug attached to the top machine.

Austin's body was moving and quivering to the sensation. His penis felt as though it was just pumping one orgasm after another through him. He wanted more than anything to move his hands over his body in excitement. The orgasm lasted for about thirty seconds before subsiding. He could feel himself shooting out the last few globs of cum. Austin could feel tears welting up in his eyes. He felt not only relief, but also happiness that he was able to feel such amazement. The feeling almost gave him a bit of hope. He was not coherent after the orgasm, and went into a daze, almost a daydream.

"Very impressive doctor. I don't think I have ever seen anything so magnificent. My only regret is not being able to stroke him off myself."

"Different strokes for different folks Mr. Arkbell. It was brilliant though wasn't it? How are the readings Dr. Johnson?"

"I've never seen anything like this. I thought we were about to loose him like the rest, but his libido was in a perfect aligned flux with the drugs in the end. We were able to take blood from him before and after the release. They will make good samples. I'll start making plans to transport his semen to the labs."

"Excellent, but we should wait until we are done before we make shipment plans. This process will take another few hours."

"Well Doctors, you seem to have everything under control for now. I don't want to spend too much time watching this or I'm liable to explode as well. Ready Mr. Arkbell?"

"Yes I think I've seen enough. I am going to start making some calls. I have a few plans for this one."

"Well actually we were hoping to keep him here and study him for a long while. There are many more ways I wish to probe his being. There is so much more we can learn and knowledge we ca use on the other boys."

"We'll see"

Mr. Soocher and Arkbell took there leave through the large door on the opposite side from where Austin laid. Austin's body was still twitching from the orgasm. His mind was blank, floating in a sea of numbness. He could barely comprehend what anyone around him was saying. His skinny white body was covered from head to toe in beaded sweat. He could feel his skin sticking to the seat below.

"What now Dr. Stinson?"

"I'll have the XK machine above him give him a mild adrenalin in a few moments to wake him up a bit, Then another ten minutes and we should be ready to go."

"This soon doctor?"

"Yes, if you look at this screen here you'll see that his body is already thirty percent back to normal sexual conditions. He truly is remarkable. There must have been something in his diet before he came here that's making him like this. I'll get someone to look into his history, and I'll need to take a look at the blood tests fro when he arrived. I believe that could be the key to all of this, plus something with his genes I am sure."

Austin heard the machine above him making noise again, and without warning a syringe was stuck into his chest and was pumped with the adrenalin. Austin suddenly snapped back into consciousness. His mind slowly came too. Everything that had happened to him was blurry. He remembered feeling a massive urge to have sex, and the amazing orgasm he had, but everything else was hazy. Austin got his bearings again and loosely tugged all of his limbs on the restraints to no effect.

"Alright. Now we are going to try it with the ear module. You guard, please set that up for me."

The guard did as asked and brought over what looked like earmuffs. Austin was still blindfolded and didn't notice anything until they were put on his ears. Austin could no longer hear anything. He wondered what was going to happen now. He assumed after the 'phases' that were mentioned were over he would be set free, but they didn't seem to be releasing him. Dr. Stinson took a walk over to Austin. He admired the boy's body for a moment, and could see the toll that the procedure had taken on him. Stinson took his hand and rubbed it on Austin's bare chest. He could felt the sweat in his pores, and moved his hand over Austin's nipple and gave it a pinch. Austin jilted his head a tad at the sensation. Stinson took the earpiece off of one of Austin's ears and leaned in.

"You did a remarkable job number 32. You exceeded even our expectations, which were already high. This is the last time you will hear anyone's voice until the experiment is over. I just wanted to tell you that you are helping us do some amazing work. With a little more time we can change the foundation upon which this institution is built on."

With that the doctor let go of the earpiece and it snapped back onto Austin's head. Austin still didn't understand what they were trying to use him for, but he felt as though his permanent fate might end up being test subject rather than slave boy. Neither was a good fate. Austin laid there for another fifteen minutes, reasoning with himself again and again on what his life will become. Then, without warning he heard it again in his earpiece. There was a loud, low bellowed, sound that ripped through his head. Again he could feel liquid being injected into his body. It was indeed the same liquid from phase one. It was a special blended, high dense, aphrodisiac. It was specifically coded for this experiment and is the same product that caused many boys before him to go mad.

Austin couldn't believe he was about to go through that pain again, after just suffering through it for a hellish twenty minutes. Again, without any reasoning he screamed and moved and squirmed to no relief. His body heated up and he could feel he penis beginning to grow and be massaged and prodded. His mind went back into a sex coma. The doctors watched again as Austin was turned into some type of soulless sex subject, who's sole purpose had still not been reviled.

This was the full extent of the experiment that would be preformed on Austin, over and over again. Phase one and two would continually perpetuate for the next five hours. An IV was attached to Austin's right arm, in order to prevent dehydration. Every time phase two would commence the doctors would milk more and more cum from the boy to the point of gallons. The doctors watched over and over again in amazement as the boy was subjected to immense pain and pleasure. Every time Austin could feel himself combining more and more with a version of himself that was nothing but a sex addicted beast. He could feel his hormones being replaced with the chemicals they were infusing. It was like clock work to him. Phase one would bring such torture and hormonal rage, and then phase two would be such boundless pleasure. He wasn't sure how much of it he could take.

During the final round of phase two, amidst Austin's orgasm, he passed out and slipped into a coma. The doctors were finished and felt it best not to use any adrenalin if there were to be no further testing. Austin was having an odd dream after the testing. Nothing was very clear. Everything was dark and colors were rapidly changing. He saw himself in the middle of the darkness, with shackles all over his body attached to chains flinging in every which direction. His penis was shooting load after load of cum straight out in long streams. His penis was also much bigger than it normally is. Then everything changed. He was now tied to a bed, wearing what looked like a girl's pink dress. It was very frilly. He was still shooting loads and loads of cum out of his penis, and had a smile on his face, enjoying the pleasure.

Austin instantly opened his eyes. He was laying down. Everything was very blurry, as if swimming underwater. His eyes needed time to adjust. He could feel that his body was very sore and achy. He was able to reach out his hand, but it was stopped very quickly, but not from a handcuff or strap. Right above him was what felt like glass. He quickly felt around and could tell he was in some sort of coffin shaped bed. His limbs were free but he couldn't go anywhere.

He reached for his neck and felt a metal collar on it. His first thought was another shock collar, but it was actually a monitoring device. He touched his chest and noticed that he was no longer naked. His body, other than his feet, hands, and head, were covered in the same spandex like material as the shorts he was use to wearing. He could feel a few wires coming out of it in his chest area, and figured they were for his heart. He figured at least he had his dignity, but then it hit him, as he felt his penis. He was still in the metal encasement from the experiment. He wondered if he would ever be able to touch himself again.

Austin started banging on the glass, but it was every thick and he could tell he wasn't going anywhere. As his eyes came to, he could make out different things around him. He was indeed under glass, and he could see figures moving around. As one of them got closer he could make out Dr. Stinson's face, which was staring at him and grinning.

"Ah, I see you have awoken number 32. Well this is your new quarters for a while now. Get use to this bed, because it is the only thing you will see other than your experimenting room. Don't worry though; I have given you a special privilege. See that button to you're right on the glass. It will activate the metal encasement around your genitals. It will give you immense pleasure effectively and give us some more of your precious juice."

"You can't keep me in here!"

"I don't really have time for our high pitched wine right now child, so here I'll boot it up or you myself, enjoy."

Dr. Stinson activated the device form an exterior control, which caused Austin to forget his troubles. Unlike the experiment, this instead gave Austin simple pleasure, unbound from and catches.

"Wait please come baaaa… You gotta sto… st… Oh… aaaaahh"

Austin gasped over and over in pleasure, rubbing his whole body. Dr. Stinson left the boy and went into his office which was adjacent to Austin's holding room. There his phone was ringing.

"Hello. Dr. Stinson."

"It's Soocher."

"Ah yes hello. The subject is fine. He is in holding until I resume tomorrow. I expect that I can have the full extent of his trials done in a matter of a month."

"It may be a bit sooner than that unfortunately. I just had a call form one of our more important clients. The three of us need to sit down for a chat about the fate of number 32 in particular."

"I understand, although we can't let him go so easily. There is still much to be done."

"This one can be very persuasive. We will meet tomorrow at noon. My office. Don't be late."

Once again, beyond my control, my fate was in unknown hands. Little did I know this would be the beginning of the next chapter of my slave life.

It was 6:30am at the Institute for Boys. None of the boys in custody knew, but it was cleverly hidden in the mountains of Montana. The sun was just starting to peak over the trees, shining light on the small amount of concrete protruding from the rock formation. Underneath was the entire institution, where no boy would see such sunlight until purchased or brain washed and discarded. All of the subjects were gearing up for the routines they all suffered through each day. They were all activated at the same time every day, by three buzzes from the intercom. Most were taken to the mess hall where they were forced to eat their hormonal supplements, disguised as food. Others waked the halls in a chained line, waiting to be picked up or used by a buyer. The zombie discards form past tests were given their one meal of the day. His name was Evan. He screamed the whole time, until one boy fucked him right through his throat.

There are 62 guards on staff at the Institute. All go through intense training for every situation that may arise at the school. They are always in position no less than one hour before the boys are let out of their rooms. They are given free roam over the children and teens. As long as nothing interferes with the Institute's work, they can do whatever they want. There were only 17 scientists on staff. Most of which operated at separate times in the day, either on samples or the boy subjects. Dr. Johnson was alone in the lab S19 making preparations for Austin's trial for the day.

Meanwhile Austin was just waking up for the day. His face was flushed. He lay in a shallow puddle of his own fluids and sweet. He had hit a button maybe three or four times in a row, which activated his orgasm treatment from his new metal underwear. He didn't hesitate to push the button again as soon as he awoke, but the machine did nothing.

"Not in the morning number my prize. We need you in top containment to continue the procedure. Dr. Johnson will be doing you solo today, as I have an important meeting to attend regarding… well… I suppose that is not for you to know. I shall see you later."

Dr. Stinson smiled for a moment, which made Austin confused to see. It wasn't a devilish smile he was used to seeing. It was more innocent, like the smile his mother used to give him. Austin watched as the doctor disappeared through the door way, and put his head back down to reflect, but had no energy to think after having an inhuman amount of orgasms in one 24 hour period. He then realized he had forgotten his mother. He though to himself about how lonely she must be without him. Then Dr. Johnson entered the room with a couple of guards.

"Alright we're going to get ready for the day. Same as yesterday, so none of you need debriefing. Retrieve the specimen."

Meanwhile Dr. Stinson was walking across the complex to the business wing of the institution. It was comprised of many of the usual office departments. Each dressed to discretely handle its dealings while making the institution appear as just another corporation on paper. Stinson walked amidst a hallway of office doors, approaching his meeting with Mr. Soocher. Stinson was dressed in a blue suit, much unlike his normal lab attire. At the end of a hallway there was a door which read 'VP Meeting Room'. He knocked on the door, fallowed by a loud voice.

"Enter!"

Stinson opened the door. Mr. Soocher was at a medium sized grey table with six chairs. It was one of the only rooms in the entire complex to have a window to the outside. The business wing happened to be at the end of the institution that was protruding from the mountainside. Soocher turned around his chair towards the window.

"Look at it doctor. Out there is a wide valley of teens and children just waiting to be exploited. We make a big profit, and they get to experience such joys and pleasure. Well… the ones who survive and don't get thrown out to the wolves that is. It's our job doctor, erhem… Jack, to fish them out and use them to the best of our ability. That's why I am going to recommend to Arkbel that the boy is worth selling. It's just what we do, and it's in our best interest."

"Mr Soocher…"

"Please Jack we've known each other for ten years. Call me Rich."

"Rich… When you came to me all of those years ago, you made me believe what we were doing here was worthwhile. There is unlimited potential in a serum that could not only stop the aging process at mid puberty, but also cause the specific body reactions to the libido that I have outlined for you. This boy is the link. He is so fascinating, and can give us so much."

"You have the boys complete toxicity report, blood work, semen, not to mention his DNA during the experiment yesterday. So I ask you, WHAT exactly more do you want from him?"

"You underestimate the extent of the experiment. There is one more thing I am looking to obtain here. It would take at least two more weeks. Not to mention there was a slough of new experiments I wanted to try on him that I think would yield further results."

"Well our guest will be here shortly. I want to hear his plan first, and hopefully we can reach a deal. I'll try to keep your wishes in mind. However, I have to ask, this doesn't have anything to do with your son does it?"

The doctor paused for a moment and closed his eyes to reflect.

"Not at all. This is purely scientific."

"I see…"

Just then there was a knock at the door. Both men turned around to greet their guest.

"Ah please come in Mr. Price."

The door opened, and in came a man who could very well pass as a philanthropist. He had bright white hair, short and combed. He was wearing a grey suit with a pink shirt underneath, along with a matching pink handkerchief in his coat pocket. He was wearing thick black glasses, and a grim smirk on his face. He had along with him a black cane with a skull handle. He had no use for a cane, but used it as a statement. He wore shiny black shoes, and all of his clothes were special order. He was an extremely wealthy man. He was worth millions on paper, but billions in reality.

"Well hello there gentleman. I believe we have a meeting to discuss some rather delectable goods that you have up for sale, and you know how much I love the taste of your crop."

"Um, yes. Please. Sit down Mr. Price."

"Why thank you Mr. Soocher. Ah I see we have a guest ambassador to this little arrangement."

Dr. Stinson took a stern look at Mr. Price and firmly stuck out his hand.

"Yes I'm Dr. Stinson. I have been the sole caretaker for the boy up until now. Well, more of a keeper I suppose."

"Ah yes Mr. Soocher told me allll about it. You're the doctor who ahs found some sort of missing link in the boy. I can just imagine the sensational things you've done to him. Well, all the more reason why I want him."

"Yes, well why don't we all sit down for a moment and talk about this."

"Very well. I'm a patient man. I'll be brief gentleman. When I first saw the boy in the line up I had him on a short list to replace that girl I disposed of. When I came by last week and noticed that a pickle was out of place and the boy and been taken off my list I was very stern. I thought I had made it very clear that if I was going to deal with this organization, then I would have first dibs on any new product. However, after finding out that you have simply had him stashed away with your doo dads and whatcha congigers turning him into some sort of ultimate sex doll, I knew I had to have him."

"He is not a doll Mr. Price. He has the correct DNA and libido measures that made a new serum for us. That is just the tip of the iceberg though. There is so much more we can gain from experimenting with him. Like many of the boys he took well to the anti-aging effects, but he's the only one we've tested on that level that survived."

"I am aware of this doctor, and that's why I want him. He's rare. Probably the rarest boy I've ever heard of, and let me be clear when I say he will be mine. I have invested millions into your little operation here. Most of your equipment came out of my bank account thanks to the countless rentals, purchases, and generous donations I have made. My thank you, is the boys you have for me to select. It is only fair that number 32 or Arnie or whatever his name is, belongs with me."

"Mr. Price has made some hefty contributions, and can easily make it so out funding ceases. I have given Arkbel both my recommendation, Mr Price's argument, and your testimony doctor. It will be decided by him. This meeting is only happening because I knew you'd object."

"Well of course I object. This boy is perfect. I have come to far to simply throw it away to some carpetbagger who loves collecting. Number 32 is a serious commodity, not some bondage pet."

"Well… I think I've been insulted enough for one day. Doctor, you'll find in this world that money is power, and regardless of my reasoning for wanting the boy, I have the power. Don't worry, I'll send you some nude shots of him once in a while."

Mr Price gave a huge smile, got out of his seat, and walked towards the door.

"We'll be in touch Mr. Price. Thank you for your time."

"Hmm quite."

With that Mr. Price closed the door and walked out. Dr. Stinson stood up next and began to walk out as well.

"Jack. Maybe you should pay him a visit."

"Like I said. This had nothing to do with my son. This is the first time since my son lost all mental capacity that I've seen a boy with such potential. With more studying we might be able to reproduce this effect on any boy or girl. One of the happiest days was when we were able to create an anti-aging drug through my own son's sperm, and now I finally have that feeling of accomplishment again."

"Well I suppose me might just have to stick with the data and DNA we have for now. If Arkbel gives the okay the boy will only be in your clutches for another 48 hours."

"I'll begin preparations. I'm not stupid. It's inevitable that he'll give the okay. There is much I have to do in this amount of time to prepare though. 48 hours is cutting it close. Because of the current state of the boy he will need special handling from now on. I'm not bitter. I won't just throw him out like a used towel and have him end up corroding on out client. I'll make sure Mr. Price has all of the information, and you make sure that he is clear on all of the details."

"Thank you doctor. Actually I haven't even been briefed on exactly what is state is. I only watched the experiment to see his little body get tortured. What exactly is he going to be like?"

"Exactly what Mr. Price is looking for in a slave boy. I suppose I will pay him a visit for nostalgia sake, so long."

About an hour later, a few doorways down form where Austin was staying, Dr. Stinson walked into what was called S49. The S class rooms were all storage facilities or permanent quarters for ongoing specimens. Inside he walked to the end of the room. On the wall was a boy, whom looked to be about 15. He was attached to the wall via large clasps around his waist and limbs. His mouth had been sewn shit long ago, and had a feeding tube permanently connected to his mouth hole. The boy was also bald for life. There was a large metal visor was in place over his eyes. His entire lower region was encased in a similar device to the one Austin wore on his pelvis currently. This was a little more low-tech and was mostly made of rubber. There was a tube attached coming out of the front of the device.

Every 5 minutes or so the boy would spasm. His back arched slightly. Through the closed mouth you could hear a faint grunt, and a gasp of air out of his nose. The boy was brain dead, and was living out his days being milked. He felt no feelings, but the pleasure he received from his daily orgasms. Dr. Stinson reached out his hand, and lightly touched the boy's chest. He smiled, not at the sight of his only offspring, but because of the scientific achievement that came from condemning the boy.

Austin was no different. No one felt for him at the ISB. They all just wanted to further there own causes, despite his enslavement. Just down the hall, at the same time, Austin was being continually worked on. He had just let out his 20th massive orgasm of the day, and was about to be set back into rage mode. After the fourth or fifth he was unable to process thoughts due to dehydration and embellishing in the amazing orgasms. This would only last but another 45 hours, and then he would begin the next saga in his journey.

In Wisconsin stands the medium sized town of Mannford. It is mostly a white suburban town, with very little to offer any outsiders. Inside the junior high school, the 8th grade class is setting up for their graduation, so they can move on to the high school across the street. Blending in the background was John. To most he was just a janitor, but to certain missing and abused boys he was a kidnapper and molester. No one was wise to him though, as all of his victims disappeared or had no memory of his time with them.

Not too far away, in a neighboring town, John's good friend Mike was driving an all-white van into a dirty warehouse. Mike was known for taking care of messes, and he had the connections to get it done. Mike was a man with no conscience, who had no trouble opening up a van of tied and helpless teenage girls, and handing them over to a human trafficking organization. The van was full of Japanese exchange students, who had been tricked into pleasuring some business men at a near buy conglomerate. Mike was simply the cleanup.

Mike and John had collaborated only once in order to help John when he was way over his head. One of Mike's contacts happened to be the 'Institute for the Sexuality of Boys', or the Institute for short. On paper, it didn't exist, but to Mike it was an easy out for his friend. The Institute was always looking for new 'volunteers', for its various activities. They had no problem taking in any teen or child and wiping out their former lives in order to extinguish any paper trail.

In Montana, where the Institute was located, the sun was again rising over the peaks. Mr. Soocher, the general manager of the Institute, watched the act of nature from the tall windows of his office. His office, as well as the Institute, was something out of a James Bond movie. A secret fortress where illegal practices were held on teens and children. Just above Mr. Arkbel, the Institute president, was landing his private helicopter. He leaped out, dressed in a bright white tuxedo, making his way towards one of only two entrances into the compound. The two had run this compound for almost 20 years, and business was booming.

The Institute was comprised of over 250 captive boys. Aside from that there were 50 trained guards, and 17 science personnel. All of which were paid more than handsomely to abandon normal lives to live here. Dr. Stinson, the lead scientist who was responsible for much of the Institute's success, did not think of this job as a chore. He relished in the fact that he was making great scientific strides. He even subjected his own son to the program. He valued the boys as more than sex slaves, but his own ambitions were enough the cloud any normal morality.

Each teen and child had their own story. Derrick, a 17-year-old curly haired boy who could only be described as a bully, raged back in forth in his cell. With no buyers having interest, he was going to be submitted to the science wing as a permanent resident. Elsewhere, a young blonde boy named Brian was being transported. He was blindfolded and his hands were cuffed behind his back. He sobbed every now and then, because he missed his friend.

His friend was in a living hell, as well as heaven. Austin, who's story you know very well, was a mere two hours away from being permanently sold. To all of the inhabitants, this was normal business. Some of the children even liked being sex slaves and personal servents. For Austin, this was a much different story. Oh, he liked some of it, but the price was too high. The scientists thought of him as the holy grail of genetics, while the other children despised him for getting special attention. Austin didn't think of it as being special though. He thought of it as torture, of the kind that he couldn't never have even imagined. He's gone from a normal junior high school student, to the victim of a small-town molester, into the human trafficking ring, and now the horniest science fair project on the planet. None of the adults that Austin has dealt with were affected at all. John, Mike, Soocher, Arkbel, Chambers, Stinson, they all could live their lives as they pleased regardless of Austin's condition.

For nearly three straight days Austin had been in lab S19. He was being subjected to a procedure that no one else had ever come out of in sound mind. Through this experiment, Austin had spurts of awareness, but most of it was just a constant blur. His body's sexual structure was practically being rewritten. Almost the whole time was a back and forth between the ultimate edging and the best orgasms. Stinson had simply been repeating the same test on him, while recording the results. Aside from some equipment changes, or maybe an added monitor, nothing about the test changed for that time.

Austin's whole body remained strapped down in this machine during most of the day, while taking a six-hour rest in a tank at night. Throughout this his penis was always sheathed in order to avoid interference. Throughout the lab, a very high pitched sound could be heard, which was the go ahead to unleash the orgasm drug into the boy's body. Austin's body twitched and squirmed as another powerful orgasm rippled through him. The lab door opened, as Soocher and Arkbel walked through. Arkbel was looking around as Soocher approached Stinson.

"I have to say I never get tired of seeing this boy's smooth body tense up with pain and pleasure. Admittedly every boy I've had in the past few weeks I just imagine is him. So, doctor, give me a status report. Are you on par with our schedule?"

"I have made the necessary changes. I decided to concentrate on the specific areas that could yield the most data in this amount of time. This meant keeping him in this type of testing session alone as opposed to switching him to something else. A pity too, considering I know how much you liked him drowning in the water that time."

"Ha ha yes of course. Well as long as everyone is happy, then I'm happy. Mr. Price has of course paid for the level ten delivery treatment. So, you should probably start now."

"Yes, this will be his last orgasm from the machine. I've already signaled the help to begin cleanup and packaging."

There consisted of ten different levels of delivery of goods from the Institute. The level would be dependent on the handling fee provided. Austin would be subjected to the most expensive and thorough procedure. Level one on the other hand was a free option that consisted of mealy walking the boy out the door and having the client pick him up. The reason it is free is due to the risk involved in someone being spotted.

"Very good. Arkbel and I will retreat to my office to give Price a call. Please let me know when packaging is almost complete. I want to say my goodbye to the boy. I also want to see his face one more time. I get a jolly out of seeing his spirit break."

"Yes, quite. Will do sir. Alright begin the decontamination. You over there, please let the team down the hall know that we will be ready for extraction."

Every man and woman in the room began puttering around in order to finish the data collection and unhinge Austin from his bounds. The contraption that the boy was strapped to was lowered to waste level of the two guards and one scientist surrounding him. The guards worked on the straps and bounds while the scientist paid attention only to the equipment and pelvic encasement. Austin was completely strapped down, just as he had been during the first round of testing. His neck, stomach, and limbs were all immobilized down and there was a hood over his head. His body was still twitching from the long heavy periods of drugs and orgasms. Sweat poured down every inch of him, and was collecting in a drain down below.

All of the straps and buckles were removed, leaving red indents around Austin's body. The leather hood remained for the time being as the scientist went to work on the pelvic device. With a few adjustments, the whole thing seemed to loosen up all around, and was easily slid down Austin's legs. This was done slowly, as there was still a urethral injection down his penis slit. Austin had a sheath over his penis this entire time, so the scientist made sure to inspect the region for contamination. Surprisingly the penis looked terrific. At its fully erect Austin's penis stood at seven inches, thanks to the countless drugs. It was now however, about five inches flaccid, and very heathy.

The scientist then moved underneath to the anal plug, and again slowly removed it. There was little to no feces thanks to the liquid diet they had been feeding him. Most of it was burned off with the constant sweating anyways. Austin's penis twitched as the anal plug grazed his prostate. Austin was not conscious for any of this, as he was given no adrenalin after the last orgasm. This made it easier to deal with him. The boy could still find fight in him, even after being broken so many times. The hood was the easiest thing to deal with and was taken off with ease, revealing Austin's flushed face. His hair, like his body, was soaked from sweat. His eyes were rolled up behind his head and he was definitely out until someone shocked him back up.

After all of the probes were removed, two guards hoisted Austin onto an adjacent gurney. In case of a sudden emersion, Austin's hands were strapped to the sides. Austin's 14-year-old hairless body was then carted off to be properly cleaned and dressed. On his way by, Stinson admired the boy. He took his hand and rested it on the boy's bare chest, and then walked away. That would be the last time the doctor ever got a look at his most precious specimen.

Just down the hall Austin was rolled into what was called the 'wash'. Inside were several tanks, all of which had a single pole that came down in the middle with one adjustable belt. There were two cuffs on the top and bottom for securing limbs. The still unconscious boy was strapped into all five restraints, with his head hanging down on his chest. The door to the tank was secured, and the guards operated it from a remote panel from the outside. Much like the last tank that Austin was secured in, this one was also equipped with a plumbing system that came through the grate on the bottom.

Underneath Austin's feet the pipes and mechanisms began to gyrate, and the tank was suddenly filling up with a pre-rinse of ice cold water. It took only half a minute for the tank to fill up above Austin's head and to the top. Even though the boy was technically not breathing, he remained out cold. The water quickly drained away, as some nozzles and arms delved down from the top of the tank. Aside from the nozzles, the other arms consisted of scrub like devices and other probes. The nozzles began to move up and down Austin's body, spraying a soapy hot water. The boy's naked body was being thoroughly lathered in every orifice.

Once his pale naked boy was thoroughly lathered, the rest of the machines did their work. Many of them were some type of sponge or scrubber with the sole purpose of cleaning out each hard to get area. There was even one that massaged Austin's scalp. Austin had multiple things probing his body all at once, and his dick began to react to all of the massaging. After the hours upon hours of relentless sexual torture, his pecker was still able to react to the sensation of the soapy water moving up and down his hairless shaft. On the back end, a cylindrical brush was making its way to Austin's rear hole. There was no subtlety when the probe began rotating and shoved directly into Austin's anus, and straight past his prostate. This act is what finally shocked Austin awake with a load bellow. With a loud exhale, his eyes burst open to what he though was another test.

"GASP! Wha! Ha?! Whas am, debaaah… aaaaaaaaah!"

After everything he had been though, the boy was unable to think clearly. Especially when awoken in this manner. All he could concentrate on was the soapy water being sprayed on him, the probe in his butt, and the sponges moving up and down his shaft. Unable to process anything, Austin lost himself in the moment of being jerked off yet again. The moans were heavily muffled thanks to the air tight tank, but the emotions in his face and body was undeniable. The massaging of his prostate helped as well. He did notice his body was reacting a bit differently to the stroking. Normally there was a tickle right up until he shot out, but now he constantly felt as if he had to shoot. This sent his body buckling and wiggling for about twenty seconds before his load shot out and was lost in the suds. The stream lasted twice as long as it used to, and the feeling was twice as powerful.

This send Austin yet again into a slight coma, but not as much as before. This was just out of sheer exhaustion. After the probes were done, they retreated, and the tank filled again with icy cold water. Austin was aware of it this time, and gave out an underwater scream when the water went above his head. This did not last long, and the water was quickly drained. This was followed by an extremely powerful air current that rid his body of water. Much to Austin's relief this was not like the last time he had to go under water. This time Mr. Soocher wasn't watching while rubbing his cock either.

The guards went over and undid the boy's restraints and strapped him onto the gurney again. His brain had still not fully woken up. He was letting out small spurts of nonsense with his high-pitched voice, but nothing substantial. Periodically he would move his arms or legs, trying to get an idea of what was reality again. His dick had subsided to a mere three inches, and his balls shrunk as well. The next room that Austin was wheeled too seemed to be a warehouse for garments. Everything was behind glass but it looked like a planet size version of what you would see in a dry cleaner.

In a shoot to the side was Austin's new outfit waiting for him. It was folded and shrink wrapped, and looked to be a black material. Once the guard unwrapped it, the garment folded out into a full neoprene suit. It was mostly black with some yellow piping in places. Much how one would picture a wetsuit. Austin was unstrapped from the gurney and the guards quickly put the suit over him. There was a sheath in the crotch area for his penis to go into. For safe keeping, of course. Once Austin's arms and legs were through the suit, it was zipped in the back and locked with a small gold pad lock. His whole body, even his hands and feet were covered. There was even a hood that went over his head, with a large hole for his face. The suit was form fitting, and every curve of his body could be seen. It was a super thin neoprene, not made for cold waters.

Again, Austin was strapped in and moved to another section of the building. Now he had stopped muttering, and his eyes were moving around the area. His vision was still blurry, but every second it had adjusted to the surroundings. Austin was wheeled into another room which seemed to have many different plastic boxes, all of them coffin shaped. The guards picked up the boy, who still did not have much feeling in his body, and transplanted him into a box labeled with the number 32. In the box, there was a lot of silicone, which seemed to fit perfect around the contours of his body. There were many leather straps all over it as well. Even though Austin's cognitive functions were mostly still asleep, deep down he realized what was going on. He could feel the enclosed space, the new suit, and vaguely remembered the washing.

"Noooo… wai… plea… top."

Austin could still only mutter the faintest of words, which did not affect the guards in the slightest. Both were burly men, whom didn't even speak to each other. Once Austin was in place, they began to strap him down. Every inch of his body was secure in the box. Even once his body could move, it wouldn't be able to in the slightest. The guard then put a gag/ breathing apparatus on Austin's mouth. It looked almost like the front of a scuba mask, and it was attached to a tube that went to the side of the box. It both allowed him to breath, and stopped him from being able to move his mouth.

Austin was now fully secured, and ready for the next chapter of his enslavement, to a very rich and powerful man. His deep thoughts instinctively knew what was going on, but he still hadn't really come back yet. With the coffin, still open, in walked Soocher and Arkbel. Both men were smiling wide as they walked towards the coffin. Even with his vision not fully back, Austin knew who they were, and Soocher leaned in for a heartfelt goodbye.

"Well boy, this is it. Next time you see the light of day, it will be at your new permanent home. You and your sexy little body will be at the mercy of Mr. Price, and let's just say he has quite unusual tastes. There you will have two options. One would be to obey every command of his, but I hope you don't. Because if he decides you're not worth it, he'll send you back to me. And Dr. Stinson can finally have his permanent science specimen. Not to mention we could use you as a sex toy whenever we want. For now, this is good bye."

Soocher grabbed on Austin's crotch a bit, and walked away with Arkbel. Austin had tears running down the side of his face. He took in every word. A few of his muscles tried to flex, but got absolutely nowhere. The coffin was closed, and secured. That was the last Austin would ever see of the Institute, but not the end of his hell.