Date: Sat, 28 Aug 2010 08:35:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tony Myers <lil_tonyboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Institute - Chapter 5 Update

Matt was patiently waiting for his boy to finally wake up. He was just
about to check on him again, when he saw him move his head slightly. Steve
was still hooded, so there was no easy way of telling if he was coming
around or just moving in his sedated state, an unfortunate yet necessary
situation. The new boy would have to learn to concentrate on his studies,
and depriving him of sight and sound would help to speed the necessary
bonding between them. He had replaced the original hood with a half hood
and a pair of goggles, he needed free access to the slutty mouth and in
case the boy needed a hypnosis session the goggles would make that a lot
easier for them. James had also finally finished his the new suit for
Steve, a rather thick new latex suit that would make him look even more
beautiful. James had come up with a formula that would allow the material
to stiffen up -- making the suit unyielding wherever a special liquid was
applied. He wanted Steve to feel completely encased in his suit, so the
only parts he would leave flexible were the joints -- the rest of the suit
would help his boy to keep a nice posture.

Steve woke up once more in complete darkness. He tried to move, but his
body was uncooperative.

"Careful, Steve." Matt's voice.

"Matt? What...? Where...?" His voice sounded hoarse.

"I think you need something to drink first, don't you?" Matt signaled to
one the nurses who moved the metal feeder-stand right over.

"Open your mouth and I'll feed you, boy." Almost automatically he opened
his mouth to feel a long rubbery something sinking down into his throat. He
choked and tried to evade the rubber intruder, but his head was held in
place by two strong hands.

"Steve, open up wide. This is nothing you didn't do before. We have fed you
like this the whole time you were out. Your throat can take it; just
breathe through your nose. "

One hand was now gently massaging his throat forcing him to swallow
whatever came out of the dildo-nipple attached to the feeder. Unbeknownst
to him, they had started to use the feeder-stand on him the moment he had
come out of surgery. A special massage of his throat had made him take the
plastic dick deep and use his throat muscles to extract the liquid food
from it. Being fed like this for weeks now had unconsciously gotten him
used to the rubber intruder -- the first step of becoming a cocksucker for
his new master.

"Well boy, while you're being fed, let me give you a few basic rules: -I am
your new master and you will address me as such. -- You will do everything
I tell you when I tell you without hesitation. -- I will decide what you
need and when you need it. No exception. There will be more rules for you
as we go through your training, but these three are the most basic you have
to live by."

Steve felt a hand patting his head while he desperately breathed through
his nose to prevent himself from gagging.  The hand wandered down his body
until it reached his groin and stopped there.

"It's a shame I can't show you right now how good you look down there, but
this will have to wait until we can take of your hood. You will never touch
yourself here again. Your clit, balls and pussy are off limits for you,
they are only here for me to do with as I please. I will milk you, drain
your bladder and clean your pussy -- there is no bodily function that you
will have to be concerned about anymore, starting now. Do you understand
what I said?"

A sharp pull on his balls made him jerk in pain and he tried to give an
acknowledging grunt.

"Good boy. As a part of your conditioning you will be wearing a specially
designed suit, which will make it easier for you to concentrate on your new
master. You won't be able to see or hear anything unless I allow it."

He felt the dildo being pulled out of his throat and some cool liquid being
dribbled inside his mouth.

"Do you want more, boy?"

"No." His voice was still a bit hoarse, although the liquid had made it a
bit better.

"No, what?"

"Matt, stop this... please... I..." The sharp crack of a palm against his
face cut him off.

"Steve, I don't think you understand your situation. I am your master. You
are nothing but a boy to obey me in everything. If you fail to do that, I
will punish you severely. I did not ask you to become my boy, you asked for
it. You are a delinquent about to be trained to become a useful member of
society again. Your perversions in public have brought you here and I will
do everything necessary to re-educate you. As your handler I am in charge
of every aspect of your life. You have no rights, no needs, no life. Peter
agrees that you need to be taken in hand and I will do just that."

"But... I..."

"I know, Steve. You thought you can hook up with me and continue to live
like before. But that's not going to happen. You will have to work hard to
earn any type of privilege, so you must do your best. Right now you are
nothing more than my toy-boy."

The hand was now on his dick.

"I think I need to let you feel what I am talking about." His dick was
lifted.

"Does your clit feel different than before? Can you feel the additional
weight of it? That's the wand I inserted in you. It's the largest I have
ever put in a guy and it looks gorgeous. The tip is something new I tried
out; let's see if it is what I hoped for. It should be big enough for me to
stick my finger in your clit."

He could feel the tip of a finger rubbing over his tip before it dipped
into his slit. This couldn't be, his piss-slit wasn't big enough for a
finger. What the hell had Matt done to him? The feeling of a finger sliding
deeper into him, grazing along the sensitive skin of his urethra almost
made him scream.

"Please, no. Matt, don't..."

"A pity that you can't see this. I'm in to the first knuckle... We
stretched your little pee-hole wider than on anyone before. "

The finger was pulled out.

"The wand is held in place by these two piercings, here at the base of your
clit and right under the head. And don't worry, I'll have no problem
keeping them clean, all that nasty hair you had is gone. Now let me tell
you what else we did."

Matt took the metal device that attached to the tip of the wand. All he had
to do was slide it into the tube and the `crown' consisting of five metal
bars shaped into a sphere-like contraption would sit in place. He rolled
the stretched soft foreskin over it, pulled it up to the very top and used
the stirrup piercing to lock it in place.

"See, now your foreskin is useful too. It can be locked into place and will
keep you out of trouble. Well, moving on to your balls. They were rather
small and pathetic and because you always admired your brothers' - I
enlarged them for you. Soon they will be encased in a metal stretcher, so
you can at least feel them until you are allowed to take that hood off. I'm
still working on your tits, so the nipple-trainers stay on until they are
long enough. The only thing I haven't started on is your pussy, but before
we get to that you'll need to answer some questions."

"Why are you doing this to me, Matt? I thought you... and me?" Steve was
sobbing now, slowly realizing the situation he was in. Why would Matt do
that to him? They had met a few times and each time they had been getting
along very well. The good-looking doctor had never shown any indication
that he had a problem with him being a cock-tease.  So yes, he had flirted
with waiters, dancers, anyone that had been around them on their dates. And
yes, he had also sneaked off to the bathroom for a quickie whenever
possible. But he had never done anything to Matt.

"Steve, I have watched you now for quite some time. You drift around, screw
anyone indiscriminately, you have no structure in your life. And a boy
needs structure, so I'm going to give it to you. But enough of that now,
we'll have enough time to talk about this later. We need to go over the
questions."

Steve heard the door open again, footsteps indicating that they weren't
alone in the room anymore.

"Is he ready, Matt?" He recognized the voice. Peter! Great, maybe he would
help him like he always did.

"Peter? Is that you?" A sharp pull on his balls made him cry out in pain.

"You will only talk when asked a question. Understood, boy?"

"Yes... Aaarrrgghh..." He screamed again.

"The proper answer is...?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good boy."

Peter definitely enjoyed seeing the muscled stud in this situation. Steve
was far too cocky to be left roaming free and screwing half the male
population in the city. When he approached the Judge with his little
request he had only been too happy to help him secure the man for their
friend. It would be a once in a lifetime experience seeing him being
transformed into Matt's slut.

"Okay, start the recording."

They had decided to tape these little sessions; Ben, the nurse had worked
as a cameraman before changing careers, and he would make sure to capture
in detail Steve's first step into humiliation for training
purposes. Selling them would bring in a fortune for the community.

"We need to move him over to the chair." With the help of another nurse,
the three men efficiently unbuckled Steve from the bed and carried his
large frame over to Matt's famous examination chair. They restrained him
quickly; pulling the straps tight over his body, hooking his legs into the
stirrups, to make sure Matt could access his crotch easily.

"First delinquent: Steve Walker. Sentenced to re-programming at the
Institute. Initial processing done, denuding treatment successful, penile
tubing is inserted and secured with two piercings, scrotal enlargement
completed, mammary papillae extended to three quarters of an inch and
pierced, prepuce stretched and pierced to be locked in place. Gluteal cleft
is pierced above and below the anus in preparation for its new receptive
purpose."

With each comment, the camera zoomed in to the named area, making sure that
each modification could be seen clearly on the big screen on the wall. So
far it all looked good. The clip would probably become a best seller within
hours.

"How often do you masturbate?"

Steve's mind was racing; Matt couldn't have done that to him. The stuff he
had just heard couldn't be true. This would turn him into a bitch like
Richard, no -- Matt wouldn't do that.

"How often do you masturbate? Failure to answer the question will result in
punishment, boy."

For now he would play along. He needed to buy some time to get to the
bottom of this. He would have to get Peter alone and ask him what the hell
had gone wrong, and what was going on with Matt.

"Four times a day, Sir."

"Have you ever inserted an object into your anus?"

"No, Sir."

"Any special reason?"

"I tried to put my finger in once but it hurt too much, Sir."

"Have you used sounds before?"

"No, Sir."

"Have you ever practiced oral sex?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Given or received?"

"Received, Sir."

"We will now insert a rectal probe to measure you."

When he felt cold metal probing around his hole, he desperately tried to
clench his muscles to prevent whatever it was from entering his virgin ass
but somehow his body couldn't follow his command.

"No, please don't. Don't put anything in there... Matt? Please?"

He felt a warm finger gently rubbing over his sensitive opening, coated in
something slippery, and generously lubing him up.

"I will use my finger first."

With that, Matt pushed his index finger in, breaching his new boy-pussy for
the first time. It felt amazing. Steve was all hot and velvety inside, his
rectal muscles clenching around him, gripping him hard. Thinking how he
would feel around his dick almost made him come. He shoved his finger in to
the hilt, burying all four inches of the intruding digit inside his
boy. Steve had always admired his long elegant fingers and now he could
appreciate them in reality.

"Four inches with no problems... I'll use the probe now." And with that he
pushed the metal probe deep into the twitching hole.

"The one inch diameter seems no problem for him... he's already taken eight
inches in length without difficulties."

Steve was groaning - the cold metal digging into him was stretching his
unused hole.

"Twelve inches... thirteen... and we're all the way in. I am able to insert
fourteen inches without complaints. What a hungry hole, I'm impressed. He
should be able to accommodate the long stuffing plug with the right
training within a few days."

Matt's voice sounded clinically detached, making Steve feel even more
uncomfortable. Why was he doing this to him?

"Let's clean him out."

Steve felt the metal rod sliding out of his ass, leaving his twitching hole
with an obscene sounding smack. Before his pussy could close all the way
again another tube was pressed inside his ass and started to slide deep
inside of him.

"We'll go the whole 20 inches; this boy really needs a good cleaning."

Matt smiled as he pushed the rubber tube deeper and deeper inside his boy,
ignoring his attempts to squirm away from the intrusion. When the tube was
finally in to the mark, he got up from between his legs and went to the
side to tilt the chair into the right position. With a push of a button the
top part of the chair went down while Steve's crotch was going upwards. The
boy was now almost upside down which would allow the special enema solution
they had prepared to go in deep.

All of a sudden Steve felt something hot flooding through him, filling his
intestines. Even though he was the inventor of the infamous enema-chair he
himself had never had one. There had never been any need; a top like him
would not allow any anal intrusion ever. The liquid pumped into him filled
his insides, making his flat stomach bloat and protrude.  Whatever it was
they pumped into him made him break out in a sweat -- and then the cramps
started.  Smiling, Matt watched Steve's futile attempts to buck in his
restraints, trying to get away from the pain caused by the hot soapy
solution invading his insides. He had decided on a high volume soap enema
for now, knowing that his boy would soon enough become a regular visitor to
his own ingenious invention. Steve didn't know the rigid schedule he had
set up for him in order to get him trained as fast as possible. Even though
he had signed on full-time at the Institute there still was his practice in
town to take care of and working there meant he needed to take the boy with
him. Humiliating Steve in front of potential patients would be an added
bonus.

"Dirty boys have dirty holes, wouldn't you agree, Peter?"

*******

Meanwhile the Judge was on his way to check on his boy. The last few weeks
he had only found the time to occasionally drop by, trying to get
everything in order for the weeks of training his son needed. And today was
the day the youth would be fitted into his training suit. He had healed
very nicely, no visible scaring from the surgery and now he was ready for
the first step into his new life.

As expected, Ben had the boy already strapped onto a metal examination
table, leaving his legs free so they could put him into the heavy latex
suit. Kuan looked delicious. Naked and defenseless he was sprawled out on
the gurney, his legs dangling on each side of the table, exposing his new
crotch nicely. His short dick was now almost twice as thick, accentuating
his newly enlarged balls perfectly.  Tom had decided that Kuan would look
great with his scrotum stretched to about six inches and his balls forced
to the bottom and he had been right. Ben had used an elastic bandage to
push the lemon-sized testicles down to show them off and just looking at
them made Tom hard.

"Okay, Ben, let's get the boy dressed." He nodded to the other man, eager
to see his son in his new outfit.

"We'll start with the legs first and work our way up. As soon as we have
him in the suit we need to apply the special compound to shrink the
material everywhere he is not supposed to be flexible. I suggest leaving
his knees, wrists and hips movable at least, everything else is up to you,
Judge."

They sprayed the boy's body down with oil to be able to pull the tight
material up his legs until they reached his groin. It was a bit tricky to
properly position the cutout for Kuan's balls and his prick, but after a
few minutes they were ready to move on to his upper torso. Ben uncuffed the
boy's restraints and pulled him up into a sitting position.

"This is the real problematic part, Tom. The suit is measured so tight that
we have to put his arms in next and then stretch him out after we have his
shoulders and collar in place. "

Both men wrestled the pliant body into the confining material, sweating
from the effort.

"I think we can turn him on his stomach now and close the suit in the
back."

Forcefully they pushed the boy down, fighting the density of the material
that did not want to yield. Ben reached for the straps attached on both
sides of the suit along the spine, to close the open gap which needed to be
sealed.  After this the only way to get the boy out of the suit would be to
cut it off him.

"Very nice."

The Judge ran his hands over the taut latex covered ass, the rubbery
material following every curve of the boy's body, even down into his ass
crack. There was a round cutout exposing Kuan's pussy, which would allow
his first training toy to be inserted comfortably.

"I think for his training the boy should be on all fours. It will make it
easier for him to be walked around until he finishes his initial
re-programming."

It took Ben only a minute to position the boy on the table on his hands and
knees. He pulled out a special marker to mark the parts of the suit that
would not be treated with the shrinking agent.

"The suit will prevent his skin to feel any sensations everywhere we coat
it with this compound, it compresses the body just enough to not cause any
problems but he won't feel anything. It'll make it a lot easier for him to
concentrate on his clit and pussy and nothing else."

"Help me get him down on the floor; I don't want him to injure himself. It
will be much easier for him to get around if he's down there."  The Judge
stepped behind the boy and helped the nurse to position Kuan on the ground.

"I guess all that is left to do for now is this..."

********

to be continued...