Total Chastity Toy

Chapter 4

I was still exploring it and had decided it wasn’t so bad when it suddenly began to inflate and I immediately knew what the ball on the end of the tube was and what it did. The balloon continued to expand inside my mouth, pressing my tongue tightly against the floor of my mouth and filling it completely, while at the same time forcing my cheeks out against the helmet. The tubes in my nostrils allowed me to breathe relatively easily and so I was not actually uncomfortable, but I now felt even more isolated and vulnerable to whatever Mistress and the doctor decided to do to me. It was a feeling I would grow to know only too well.

CHAPTER 4

Helmeted Examination & Milking

I have no idea how long they talked before the doctor’s attention was once again focussed on me. As I lay there in my silent darkness, immobile and helpless, my apprehension almost left me and was replaced by feelings of calm and well-being. I had finally agreed to let Mistress fully control my life and it was quickly becoming obvious how seriously she was taking that responsibility. She was going to make the dreams I had nurtured since childhood into a firm reality and all I had to do was relax and let her proceed with her plans. Surprisingly, I almost drifted off to sleep, until the feel of a cold stethoscope on my chest brought me back to full consciousness, then it was soon replaced by rubber gloved fingers exploring and massaging my breasts and n*****s. It felt very good and my newly released manhood immediately responded to the sensual inputs. The fingers moved down my body and were soon holding and exploring my genitals, then I felt my Foley catheter being removed and a gloved hand held my testicles, while another wrapped around my now rigid p***s and squeezed it tightly. She began to pump me and almost instantly an orgasm built, for I had been kept chaste for over a month by this point.

‘I could really get to like this sort of doctor’s examination!’, I thought, being within seconds of exploding, but the hands released me and were replaced by something ice cold that covered my whole groin. The shock was tremendous and my genitals tried to shrink to nothing and escape the freezing and I was still trying to recover from the shock when I felt the section of the examining table supporting my buttocks drop away. From the waist down I was now supported only by my legs strapped into the stirrups. I felt more than heard the soft hum of an electric motor and the stirrups began moving even higher and further apart, pulling my pelvis up and spreading my thighs ever further apart. The wide belt cinched around my waist prevented the rest of my body from lifting and I was grateful for its heavy padding when it tightened even more. The movement of the stirrups finally ceased, but now, the whole examining table tilted, lowering my head and raising my pelvis! I knew the rectal portion of my exam was coming next and that it was going to be a lot more extensive than the prostate ones I’d had in the past, or even the search for polyps my own doctor had conducted a couple of years ago.

The ice pack was finally removed and I immediately felt rubber-gloved fingers exploring my rectum. They had been well lubricated and one thin digit slipped relatively easily inside, then I felt it exploring the walls of my colon and examining my prostate. It was withdrawn and I thought ‘That wasn’t so bad.’ when it returned with two of its neighbours, pressing for entry again. My sphincter muscles clamped tight, denying entrance, even though I tried to relax when the fingers pressed harder, trying to force their way in. They disappeared for a few seconds, but were replaced by something hard and cold, obviously made of metal. This time the pressure was firm and unrelenting until my muscles finally relaxed and allowed entrance. Once past the initial barrier, whatever it was slipped easily and deeply far up inside my bowel, but it began to spread apart, stretching me painfully and making me wail plaintively into my face-filling gag. I knew it was a speculum of the type used for women’s pelvic exams and it continued to spread apart until I felt as though I was being ripped in half, all the while trying to scream for her to stop. The gag prevented anything more than unintelligible grunts, but at last the device collapsed to its original size and was quickly withdrawn.

My relief, however, was short-lived.

Something else was immediately pressed against me and began to slip inside. At least it wasn’t cold and seemed to be slightly rigid but with a soft surface. It was large and stretched me painfully again, but after a large part was inside my body, it reduced in diameter and my tight sphincter slid down along the smaller portion, pulling it even deeper inside and holding it there. On the exterior, I felt a larger portion pressing against the flesh between my buttocks and although I should have known better, I had begun to relax a little. Suddenly, I felt it growing inside of me, both in diameter and length! The smaller portion passing through, stayed the same size, so the larger, expanded inside portion effectively locked it within me and as it grew in length it pressed firmly against, then past my prostate. All of this activity had defeated the effect of the ice and I was once more hard and rigid. I felt more activity then slowly, a tube-like device was slipped down over my straining manhood! It was not tight, in fact it barely touched me while I felt it descending the length of my shaft until a soft ring pressed against my body around the base of my p***s. It was now contained inside a tube of some kind, barely touching the hard walls, but then I felt my testicles being gently stuffed inside something soft and flexible. A moment later I felt a strap being drawn tight over my hips and two others between my legs, and then they were fastened together under my buttocks. Whatever it was I now wore, it was now securely in place with my genitals trapped inside.

For a second or two nothing more happened, then I felt a sucking sensation that immediately began pulling my p***s deeper into the tube while at the same time the ring around its base got tighter, very definitely tighter, holding me firmly. Of course, when the suction pulled, I became even more erect until I was soon bigger than I had ever been and the head of my p***s pressed against what I assumed was the end of the tube. However, it was pulled even more fully inside so that the super-sensitive flesh was fully and snugly enveloped. I didn’t have long to wait to see what came next, for a very gentle tingling began travelling the length of the erect and sensitive flesh between the head and the ring at the base, accompanied by a constant, wavering vibration! It was a very mild electric shock and I felt the same sensations passing through my captive testicles! It was quite pleasant, and then the same sensation of electric shock and gentle vibration started in the plug pressing against my prostate! That was even more pleasant and I had never felt anything like it. It wasn’t going to take much of this to bring me to orgasm. Not much at all!

The strength of all these sensations became greater, just as the feelings inside of me grew and in combination with my bondage, helmet, being gagged, deafened, and blinded; I exploded in a glorious orgasm. The suction in the tube grew painfully strong, sucking the semen from me while I writhed and struggled against the straps, trying to yell. All the actions quickly eased back to nothing and I lay spent and exhausted for a moment, but before I could even begin to shrink, they all started again! I didn’t want to have another orgasm so quickly again, but I wasn’t being given any choice. This was my first experience with forced, multiple orgasms, or what I would come to know as ‘milking’, and over the next two hours it was done three more times. Each succeeding arousal taking much longer and almost painful to experience. I was left totally exhausted and emotionally drained because now I knew what it was like to have someone else controlling my most intimate bodily functions. It both terrified and excited me, but I was only vaguely aware of the entire apparatus being removed.

When something else pressed against my rectum I was able to immediately relax and allow it entry. It was much smaller and I hardly noticed its presence after the previous objects, then something again seemed to inflate on both the inside and outer side of my body, sealing it securely in place. I had no time to ponder what it was before I felt liquid flowing into my bowels, slowly filling them. The flooding seemed to continue forever, first filling me, then causing my abdomen to distend when the volume exceeded my normal capacity. Cramps came as the fluid’s volume increased and sought out every nook and cranny of my bowels, but at last it finally stopped. There was nothing I could do to relieve the pressure and weight of the fluid filling my intestines for whatever the device sealed into my rectum was, it only allowed the introduction of the fluid, but prevented its expulsion. I was uncomfortable, but it was a unique and certainly a new sensation and I wasn’t certain if I hated, liked or was merely neutral about it, but before I could decide, a valve was opened and the fluid flowed out. I had no control over the evacuation and it was so fast that it felt like it must have been pumped from my body. As soon as I was empty, the device deflated and was withdrawn, only to be immediately replaced by something that felt like the vibrating plug that had filled me before. It also had a narrow neck that allowed my sphincter to hold it within me and a large flange on its outer side that I felt pressing on the outside of my rectum. It may have been the same one, because I soon felt it growing inside, just as the other one had done. It didn’t get as big, but felt very large and secure.

CHAPTER 5

Temporary Chastity

Fingers once again grasped my now-flaccid p***s and something cold and rigid was slowly inserted into my urethra, then, when it was pushed deeper and deeper into me: the slight burning verified that the Foley was being replaced, but by something more substantial. My p***s was manipulated again when a thick, rubber sleeve was rolled down over it so that its base opening was tight against my belly, being heavy and flexible, initially cold. By this point, all of my pubic hair had been removed and so the fit was secure and air-tight. A few seconds later a wide belt was wrapped around my waist and fastened at the back, then grew very tight when straps or laces were adjusted behind, leaving a wide front panel hanging from my waist down over my thighs. Next, I felt fingers pressing my testicles up into the recesses of my body and held there, then the front portion was drawn tightly down over my lower abdomen and once more the fingers went to work, pulling my tubed p***s through an aperture for it. The crotch strap was drawn back between my thighs and up through the crease between my buttocks, over the end of the butt plug and I felt a solid click when it was secured at the back. The fingers grasped the p***s tube again and pulled it back between my legs, then pressed it into a trough, and a covering of some kind was fastened over it, holding me firmly in place, pointing down and back. This arrangement was very tightly-fastened, obviously having bedded into some sort of receptacle designed for that purpose, and although, semi-rigid, I couldn’t call it comfortable, thanks to the thicker and more rigid thing within my p***s, but I liked the sensation of entrapment.