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Master Dom Chapter 6
One of the worst parts of this is knowing. Knowing what is in store. I always wondered what it was like to be a doctor and get a terrible diagnosis, like cancer or MS. They know; they just know how bad it will be. There's no sugar coating it. Just dread that comes with knowledge like that. That's how it was for me right now as I was walked into one of the modification rooms. I assumed it was to enlarge my balls as Master had threatened. Yes, I knew how bad this would be, or at least I thought I did. I entered the room and that muscle dom waited, the one I now call Thanos for lack of knowing his real name.
I inhaled deeply and my breath was choppy. I thought about begging, but Master wasn't in the room and I stood 0% that Thanos would disobey Master. The room was simple. In the center was a pipe cemented in the floor, next to it two chains hung from the ceiling, and next to each chain an IV bag. The massive man lifted me and impaled me on the tube. I was already cuffed, my legs were connected to the chains and they were lifted until parallel to the floor. My arms were moved close to my ankles and attached to the same chains. One IV bag had nutrients to keep me alive, the second bag contained a saline and silicone mixture that would slowly, but steadily be pumped into my balls. Master was keeping true to his word about my modification. But why impaled on the pipe? It takes two weeks for the process to yield a permanent modification and that would serve as my toilet.
Yes, two weeks of being bound like this. Every few hours the chains would lower themselves and then move back to keep some movement in my joints. Could I have been strapped to a table for this? Of course. I didn't know if this cruel method was just to make a point, or maybe part of my punishment for striking the boy. It didn't matter, I was about to have the worst two weeks of my life.
As usual, Thanos worked in complete silence. Once I was secured in this soon to be very painful stress position, Thanos showed me a penis gag. While I wasn't 100% sure, I was 99% sure if was a replica of the boy's penis. I didn't get to study it long before it was strapped on. I tube hung from the gag. That could only have one purpose, it would be connected to a catheter so I would recycle my own piss for the next two weeks. But for now the tube hung loose, only connected to the gag. Thanos showed me the nutrient bag. I glanced at it, but he held it there. He wanted me to read the label. It listed the calories and vitamins that it contained. The list was long. I was about to stop reading it, but one ingredient jumped off the label -- Sildenafil. The horror on my face must have indicated that I saw what he intended for me to see and he returned the bag to its hook. Two weeks of a constant erection! I've seen what men are like after 5 days; hell after only 12 hours they wish they didn't have a cock. An IV was put into my right wrist and I felt the coolness of the liquid entering my veins. The Sildenafil would work very quickly this way, almost immediately.
Thanos grabbed my very exposed sack and tugged on my balls a bit. He didn't intend to cause pain, just get them down my sack. Two tubes hung from the other IV bag. The needles weren't especially big, they were sized to do a job. He inserted one in each side of my sack. It pinched, but the pain was relatively minor. I looked down at my sack, knowing it was the last time it would look this way. My cock was already rising and Thanos inserted the catheter and inflated the ball to keep it in place. Thanos then approached me to complete his last task. It was perhaps the cruelest of his tasks, and I think there was pity in his eyes. I was blindfolded, then felt headphones put in. Sensory deprivation.
And so began my two week ordeal. My joints already started to get sore. My ass opened slightly, and I slide down the tube which put more pressure on my joints while my cock throbbed. Would he really leave me here alone for two weeks? All I could hear was my heartbeat and breathing. Wait, the bags have to get changed. They usually last about 10-12 hours. I won't be alone the entire time. I was elated.... Then sad at the realization that I was looking forward to hearing a different noise and know there was someone else present. I could count the bag changes, that would help me figure out the passing of time. I need to do something to keep my mind working.
The earmuffs were so effective that I didn't hear the whir of the motor as my arms and legs were lowered. My joints burned and I felt the rush of blood flow freely to my extremities. Before long they were lifted again. I felt the needles move for the first of many bag changes. The pain from my ass, balls, joints and even cock made sleep impossible. Has Master ever done this before? Would I do insane from sleep and sensory deprivation? Soon after the bag changed, I relaxed and fell asleep. I woke when the next bag was changed. Had I slept that long? The sleep was an unexpected blessing.
Two weeks of pain and sleep. My cock was so sensitive from days of hardness that peeing was painful. The sleep did make it more bearable and gave me something to look forward to. I could feel the weight of my balls grow, but with my legs splayed open it didn't allow me to get a feel for their size. Bands were added to my balls periodically. They forced my balls down in my sack and stretched them. As my balls sack grew, it was also being forced to hang low.
Then the day came. I felt the needles being removed. My legs were uncuffed and I was lifted off the tube. My legs were too weak to support me, so I hung by my wrists. The catheter was removed and then the gag. I tried to close my mouth, but my jaw was stiff and painful. My cock felt like it was beat with a hammer for the past two weeks, although it was never actually touched. The earmuffs were removed, and I heard Master say "perfect". My blindfold was removed, but I was blinded by even modest light levels. I looked down and slowly my balls came into focus. Tears slowly ran down my face. My sack was the size of a grapefruit and hung down low. It looked just like a small punching bag. And always would.
Master instructed Thanos to carry me to a cell for what I assumed was the next step in my transformation. I was slung over his muscled shoulder and Master added "I have exciting news. I've sold Ryan to a client in Germany. After your work here I decided you should deliver him. You leave tomorrow."