Harold led the way to a hospital room in the main building. The guards lifted Jim onto a treatment table. His wrist & ankle rings were fastened to hooks at the four corners of the table. Harold filled a bucket with warm water and scented soap. He washed Jim from head to toe. He could tell that Jim was starting to come out of his stupor as he finished cleaning him.
He dried Jim and motioned for the guards to wait in the hall. Harold put a face mask on before opening a bottle of special oil prepared by Dr Morelike. He pulled on a pair of rubber gloves. It was important not to breathe in the oil fumes or let any oil touch his skin.
Harold poured some oil into his gloved hand and started to coat Jim’s body with oil. He started at his head and continued down the front of Jim’s body. As Jim breathed in the scent of the oil the pupils of his eyes dilated. Jim’s dick hardened as Harold massaged it with oil.
Once Harold coated the front of Jim’s body with a heavy coating of oil, he released his arm & ankle rings and turned him onto his stomach. He used a suction ball to suck up some oil. He inserted the tip of the ball into Jim’s anus and squeezed the ball. As the oil entered his colon Jim moaned softly.
Harold coated Jim’s back with oil before rolling him onto his back again. He covered Jim with a warm heavy cotton sheet and stepped out into the hall where he removed his face mask and gloves.
Harold and the guards chatted in the hall while Morelike’s oil worked its way into Jim’s system. Harold glanced at his pocket watch. It was 20 minutes since he finished coating Jim’s body with the oil. He went back into the room. Jim appeared to be asleep on the treatment table.
Harold went over and patted Jim’s cheek.
“Jim, buddy, it’s time to wake up.”
Jim opened his eyes, the pupils were huge with just a small ring of blue iris surrounding them. He felt lightheaded and while he could see Harold, the doctor seemed out of focus. Jim had to listen very carefully to understand what Harold was saying to him.
Jim smiled. “I’m awake but I feel a little strange. I feel like I’ve had too much to drink.”
Jim chuckled, he felt giddy. He was relieved that Harold was taking care of him. He did feel a little warm and was happy when Harold pulled the heavy sheet off him.
The guards came back into the room. Jim was alarmed by the guards turned to Harold.
Harold gently rubbed the top of Jim’s head.
“Don’t worry Jim. I’m here to take care of you.”
Jim smiled. The guards came over and helped Jim over to the bed. There was a long chain that was attached to the wall. One guard pulled the chain over to the bed and padlocked it to one of Jim’s ankle rings.
The bed had a soft cotton mattress and Jim writhed in ecstasy. His dick was hard and sticking straight up. The door to the room opened and Harold looked over and smiled. Two other guards led Artemus into the room. His drugs had been cut way back and for the first time on days he was cognizant of what was happening around him. A thin stream of ass juice and Jim’s cum still ran down his legs. The cane cuts on his buttocks had mostly crusted over but still stung with each step.
Jim looked up as they brought his partner over to the bed where he was laying. He was still smiling when he looked up. “Hi Artie.”
The guards pointed to Jim’s rigid cock.
“Looks like your buddy could use a little help. He used your ass earlier, now it’s your mouth’s turn to help him out.”
Jim was too drugged to really follow what was being said.
Artie hesitated until Harold produced a cane from under the bed. That was enough to inspire him to quickly take Jim’s dick into his mouth. He had been well trained in blow jobs during his captivity. He swirled his tongue around the head of his friend’s dick. Jim bucked up into the warm mouth not completely aware it was his partner taking care of his hard-on.
Even though Jim had been milked not long ago, his over active balls were able to produce enough sperm for Artemus to get a couple squirts as a reward for his efforts. Once he was done Artie was quickly taken back to his cell.
The guards nodded to Harold and left the room. Harold gently stroked Jim’s cheek.
“Jim now that your dick has been taken care of how about you help me out.”
Jim looked confused. He wasn’t sure what Harold was talking about until he felt a poke at his lips. He opened and started sucking. It didn’t take long for his mouth to fill with semen. Harold reminded Jim to swallow and suck his dick clean.
Harold pulled up his pants and poured some liquid in a small glass.
“Here Jim, drink this it will help you sleep.”
Jim did as he was asked and was asleep in moments.
Harold pulled cart to the side of Jim’s bed. He pulled the cloth off the top and picked up the filled syringe lying there. He injected half the contents into Jim’s left nipple and the other half into the right nipple. The nipples were already puffy and enlarged and this would continue the process. Dr Morelike was anxious for Jim to grow actual breasts.
Jim moaned and stirred slightly but did not wake up. Next Harold lit a small spirit lamp. He grabbed a needle in a clamp and heated it in the flame of the lamp. He held Jim’s left earlobe with one hand and pushed the heated needle through the lobe with his other hand. This pierced the ear and cauterized at the same time. He quickly repeated the procedure on the Jim’s right ear. Again Jim moaned as this was being done but did not wake up.
Harold pushed metal rings in each ear and soldered the rings closed. Finally he injected each of Jim’s testicles to keep his sperm production accelerated.
Just as Harold was finishing up per Dr Morelike’s instructions, an Indian Medicine Man from the local tribe came into the room. Harold greeted him with a smile.
“I just finished up, White Fox. Mr East is all ready for you. I gave him a strong narcotic so he’ll sleep through your procedures.”
The Medicine Man nodded and Harold left the room. The guards waited in the hall just in case they were needed.
White Fox laid out his needles and some pots of ink. First he used a needle and black ink to outline Jim’s eyes. Dr Morelike was anxious for Jim’s blue eyes to look more prominent. Once the eye outlines were finished the Indian used other needles with yellow & red ink to create a large sunburst tattoo around Jim’s narrow slit of a navel.
He finished the job by rubbing some salve on the tattoos before packing up his supplies and leaving. The guards came in to admire Jim’s new look before locking up the room for the night.
Sunlight streaming in through the window woke up Jim the next morning. He felt like he was hung over. Everything that happened when he was brought to this room last night seemed like a dream. His eyelids felt puffy and when he rubbed them with his hand they were a little sore. His ears felt odd and when he touched his earlobes he felt the new rings.
Jim sat up and threw the sheet off and hurried over to the washstand in the corner of the room. There was a mirror above the washstand. Jim saw the black outline around his eyes. He poured some water into the bowl and splashed it on his face and wiped his face with a towel.
He realized the lines weren’t going to wash off. He felt along the rings in his ear and found the solder line. There was no way to remove those rings without tools or ripping his earlobe open. He suddenly looked down and saw the sunburst around his navel.
Jim screamed, he couldn’t help it.
Harold was waiting in the hall. He & the guards smiled at each other before Harold unlocked the door and rushed into the room. Jim was standing in front of the mirror just staring at his reflection.
Harold came over to where Jim was standing.
He did his best to look shocked.
“Oh my god Jim! Someone must have come in here last night after I left. Are those tattoos?”
“Yes! Morelike is insane. He’s determined to mutilate me, to humiliate me. I guess this is some kind of punishment for stopping his schemes in the past. I have to get away from him before he does worse than this.”
Harold looked around the room. He stood close to Jim and whispered in his ear.
“Keep it down Buddy. I was planning to talk to you today. I talked to some friends. I think I may have a way to get you out of here.”
Jim grabbed Harold’s arm.
“When? When can you get me out of here? I’m afraid of what that lunatic will do to me next. He is going to make me some kind of freak.”
Jim hadn’t noticed his swollen nipples yet. Harold glanced at them and faked shock.
Jim looked back at the mirror and then put his hands on his nipples. They were so tender he immediately dropped his hands down.
“That monster!”
He came back to where Harold was standing and spoke softly to him.
“You HAVE to help me get away from here. I don’t know what Morelike is going to do next. I can’t live my life as a freak! I can’t! I have to escape.”
Harold seemed to be considering something.
“What about Mr Seagram? I can’t get you both out of here. You know Dr Morelike is going to take your escape out on Seagram.”
Jim was quiet for a moment.
“It can’t be helped. I can’t let this psycho mutilate me anymore. If I can get a message to Washington maybe we can stop Dr Morelike before he hurts Artemus.”
Harold had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling. Jim East was desperate, willing to sacrifice his best friend to stop the modifications of his own body. The Doctor would be gleeful when Harold told him that Jim was prepared to abandon Artemus.
Still whispering Harold stayed close to Jim.
“We have to be really careful. I think I can arrange something in the next few days. There are some people around here who aren’t in love with Dr Morelike. The Quarry is just a cover. He is running a counterfeit ring from here.
The counterfeit money leaves in the railcars carrying the rock and gravel. Lots of folks around here are honest church goers and patriots. The counterfeiting doesn’t sit right with them. You’ll have to guarantee them immunity from prosecution if they help us.”
Jim nodded.
“I’m sure that won’t be an issue. I’ll protect anyone who helps me.”
Harold nodded and as the guards came into the room he put his finger top his lips before turning towards the guards.
“What do you guys need?”
“It’s time for Jimmy’s shower and Dr Morelike wants to see you in the lab.”
Harold nodded and turned back to Jim.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
Jim turned to the four guards & shrugged.
“I can’t go anywhere with this chain on my ankle.”
The guards chuckled.
“Thanks for stating the obvious Jimmy. Now be a good boy and put your hands behind your back.”
Jim did as he was told and had his wrist rings fastened together. Next two of the guard attached a short length of chain to his ankle rings before unlocking the wall chain. Finally they marched him down the hall to a tiled shower room. Jim struggled to keep up with the limited movement of his legs allowed by the short chain at his ankles.
Once inside the room they fastened chains to his ankle rings and undid the short chain. They used the chain to pull his legs apart before unhooking his wrist rings and attaching chains that pulled his hand above his head and to the side. The wrist chains pulled up until Jim was forced onto his toes.
Two of the guards came around the front of Jim and stood appraising him.
“Wow Jimmy! Dr Morelike has sure got you looking pretty. That outline around your beautiful blue eyes really sets them off. Your perky nipples look good enough to eat.”
Jim blushed with embarrassment but refused to rise to their bait and say anything. Both guard moved forward and first rubbed his nipples before leaning forward and each of them taking a nipple into their mouth. They softly chewed the raised nipples causing Jim to moan and try to move away. The chains prevented him from moving.
Suddenly both guards started to suck the Jim’s nipples and tease them with their tongues. Jim couldn’t help groaning at the sensation.
“You god damned queers get away from me. Stop it!”
The other two guards laughed. One walked to the front of Jim and grasped his cock with his greased hand. Jim’s nipples seemed to be somehow connected to his cock and it was already firming up before the guard started moving his hand back and forth.
Jim’s face was already bright red with mortification when the fourth guard came up behind him and stuck a gloved and oiled finger up his asshole. The finger quickly found his prostate and gently tickled it.
Jim tried his best to keep some control over his body but he could feel his heavy balls pull up as he spurted cum onto the tile floor. All four guards continued what they were doing until they forced another load of semen out of Jim.
They moved away and Jim sagged in the chains. The full weight of his body painfully supported by his wrists. Suddenly he was hit by a blast of cold water from a hose held by a guard. That brought Jim back to full consciousness as the guards laughed.
The water changed to warm and then was turned off. Sponges and soft cloths rubbed sweet smelling soap in every part of Jim’s body. No crevice was missed. Next, areas where a little stubble had made an appearance were covered with warm wax. Cloths were put over the waxed area and the hair was pulled out by the roots. Jim grunted with each removal which caused more laughter from the guards.
Dr Morelike & Harold had been watching the entire process from behind a one way mirror. As Jim was dried with soft cotton towels Morelike came into the shower area.
“Ah Mr East you clean up quite nicely.”
“Hello Doctor. Enjoy this while you can. Someone will come looking for Artie and me soon.”
The little man chuckled.
“My intrepid Mr East, I fear you are doomed to disappointment on that score.”
“It seems to me Doctor that being over-confident has gotten you in trouble before.”
Dr Morelike smiled.
“I like to think that I have learned from past mistakes. My associate, Harold, has some duties that will keep him busy for a while. Even though you are having a break from your quarry duties, I don’t want you to miss out on some fresh air and sunshine. Luckily the guards are available to take a walk with you.”
Morelike nodded to the guard who rolled over a cart with bowls of thick oil infused with gold sparkles. One guard stood on a stool to start applying the oil to Jim’s head, neck & shoulders. Another guard started at his feet, a third applied oil to Jim’s chest & back and the fourth guard used a stool to take care of applying a coating of the oil Jim’s hands and arms.
Jim couldn’t help twitching at the cool, slimy feel of the oil mixture. Once applied to his warm skin it dried quickly and constricted somewhat on his skin. Dr Morelike personally took care of applying the oil to Jim’s genitals.
Jim looked down at the little man with disdain.
“Is that giving you some kind on cheap thrill you perverted little mutant?”
Dr Morelike laughed.
“It seems to me you were the one getting cheap thrills from my associates a few moments ago. The evidence was spilled onto this floor twice! I feel sure until today you would have sworn that you could not be excited by the touch of men, so who is the true pervert?”
Jim hated that he couldn’t stop his dick from stiffening as Morelike coated his cock & balls with oil. The doctor moved his hand under Jim’s balls and tickled his hole as he spread oil over it.
“You disgusting little man, your mind is as screwed up as your body.”
“Come now Mr East you are no longer the macho cock of the walk the image you were careful to present to the world. You have always strutted around, wearing your form fitting clothes and making a play for every attractive female you met. Take a good look at yourself now! You are as hairless as a young girl; your skin is getting to be quite soft and smooth. You are on your way to having some nice perky breasts.
Once I am done playing with you I’m sure we can make some money selling you to the highest bidder. Right now the drugs I’ve injected have your balls producing sperm at a rapid pace. Of course we have no idea of the long term effects of those drugs. You are the first human being that the drugs have been used on. A few more doses and these balls of yours might just dry up like raisins. After that happens, one quick cut and you could make a nice addition to the eunuch harem of some middle East potentate.”
Morelike laughed at the horrified expression on Jim’s face before turning his attention back to coating his buttock with oil. Meanwhile the guard working on Jim’s face liberally applied blue eye makeup about Jim’s eyes and red paint on his lips. As a final touch he placed a dot of red paint on the tips of Jim’s nipples.
Dr Morelike opened a small box and applied an adhesive to the crystal inside before pushing it into Jim’s navel. Jim grunted at the intrusion as the doctor held it firmly in place until the adhesive dried.
Once the oil application was complete the arm chains are lowered. The guards attach chains from Jim’s wrist ring to his ankle rings that prevent him from raising his arms above his waist unless he raises his feet off the ground. Once those chains are attached the chains holding his ankles apart are removed. The short hobble chain between his ankles is reattached.
Morelike stood back and smiled at Jim who was obviously mortified by the way he looked. The guards raised one foot and then the other to slid sandals on Jim’s feet. The sandals were gold and had raised heels which made it difficult for Jim to keep his balance.
They attached a lease to Jim’s collar.
“Come on Jimmy. Time for walksies.”
Jim could hear Dr Morelike laughing as he was forced towards the door. The guard pulled on the lease giving Jim no choice but to follow. Between the hobble chain and the high heeled sandals Jim lurched from side to side as he attempted to keep up the pace set by the guards.
Jim realized what a ridiculous figure he presented. Once outside the sparkles in the oil twinkled in the sunlight. The garishly applied makeup made him look like a clown. The crystal in his navel drew attention to his new stomach tattoo.
Dr Morelike was correct, this was not how he had seen himself, not the image he wanted to present to the world. Everyone they passed smiled at him and many laughed out loud. Jim wanted badly to strike out at someone whatever the consequences but he had no opportunity to do so chained up like he was and wearing these ridiculous shoes.
They walked for quite some time. All through the quarry complex. The sun seemed to make the oil coating contract more on Jim’s skin and his ankles were increasingly sore.
Jim was grateful when he was led back inside. When the guards pushed him back into the hospital room where Harold was waiting with warm soapy water, Jim was afraid he might cry with relief.
Next page