Date: Tue, 16 Jun 2015 23:55:25 +0000 (UTC)
From: Dapper Hargrave <cumluvnbottom@yahoo.com>
Subject: Taken - Part 3

TAKEN

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Part 4: The Hospital

... A ray of light flashes through a window to my right.  I'm strapped down
to a stretcher in the back of a moving ambulance.

What is going on?  Why do I keep seeing that crazy place... that cavern?
What is wrong with me?

I feel like I'm dreaming but I can feel each bump the ambulance hits, each
time we make a turn. That must have been the movement I felt.  It was
enough to shake me out of the hallucination.

Where are they taking me?  How long have they been driving?  I can't see
much outside the ambulance.  The windows are too small and too high.

Finally, I feel the ambulance slow, then stop.  A minute passes.  Then two.
Finally Duke opens the back door.

We are at a hospital of some kind. Looks like an older building from the
50's but I don't recognise it.  Where have they brought me?  I can smell
smoke hovering in the air again.  Have I said how much I hate smoke?

A man in blue scrubs approaches.  Tall and dark complected, he
looks a bit Italian.

"Well, well.  What do we have here?"  The man in blue scrubs says.  He may
look Italian but that is definitely a Manchester accent.  Must be local
then.

"Male, 28.  Collapsed in a grocery store."  Duke says in a bored tone.
"Hallucinations, paranoia, panic attacks.  We had to administer a sedative
to calm him and keep him strapped down."

"Ok.  The E/R is crazy today.  Can you take him over to acute care?  Tell
the nurse there to keep an eye on him and I'll be by as soon as possible."

The two paramedics push the stretcher down short hallway and into a room
with a number of bays.  Once there they move me to a hospital bed - a
gurney - and strap me back down.  I still feel out of it, too lethargic to
try to get away.  Wouldn't help anyway... they are so much bigger than me.

Duke turns and gives me one last look - another of those wicked sneers -
before pulling the privacy curtain around the bed.  I hear the paramedics
talking to a nurse but then they all move away and their voices recede into
the distance.

I wait for someone to return.  And wait.  How long have I been waiting?
I'm not sure, but I'm starting to feel less groggy.  A little more aware.
Whatever they injected me with is wearing off.  But still I wait.

I stretch in my confinement, trying to get comfortable.  And that is when I
notice.  One of the straps holding me down - the one over my chest and arms
- gives a little.  Is it loose?

I push against it.  Yes!  It is definitely loose.  Maybe I can get it to
give... if I just push harder.  I can feel it give a bit more but not give
way.  Harder.  I tell myself.  My arms are bulging with the effort.  I am
sweating.  My face flushed.  I give it everything I have.  I can't get it
to give any more.

At last I give up and collapse back on the bed.  I'm coughing.  I'm sure
there is smoke coming from somewhere.

"Hello again!"  The curtain pulls back to admit the man in blue scrubs.
His tanned complexion looks slightly out of place in the sterile
environment.  More like a TV doctor than one you would really see in a
hospital.  He seems friendly, though, flashing me a quick smile.

He picks up my chart and runs a hand absently through his thick dark hair.

"Can you tell me what's going on?"  I ask desperately.  "I'm really
confused."

"Just relax and don't worry.  You can call me Don.  I'm one of the
Residents.  For now, I just need to take your vitals and get you ready for
more tests."

"Tests...?"

"Yeah.  Doctor LeBaron, your attending, has looked over the report from the
paramedics and has ordered a couple tests."

He takes my blood pressure, pulse, and puts one of those oxygen monitor
things on my finger.  His calm and friendly manner relaxes me, if only
slightly.

"Pardon me... sorry to bug you but do you smell smoke?"  I ask him.

He frowns.  "No, do you?"

"Yeah... .smells like something is burning nearby.  Or maybe someone
smoking.  I can't quite tell."

"There's no smoking in here.  We don't allow that in the hospital."

Don pulls out some sort of a kit from one of the cabinets.  He pulls a can
of something and sprays a bit of foam into his palm before spreading it
across my chest and stomach.

"What's that? 

"Don't worry, just shaving
cream."

"Shaving cream?"

"Yeah.  Like I said, we have to get you ready for some tests.  One of them
is an EKG and it will be easier if your chest is smooth.  Now I need you to
sit very still so I don't nick you."  He gives me a mock stern look.  "If I
need to I will get a couple guys to hold you down."

I've had a hairy chest since I was a teenager and I'm very proud of it.  I
think it looks great with my build, makes me look really masculine.  I trim
it - just a bit of manscaping - but I would never dream of shaving it off.

But I'm not given a choice. Don's motions are deft.  And he is thorough.  A
few minutes later and my chest is smooth.

"Now, that wasn't so bad.  Was it? "

I shrug noncommittally but I hate it.  I don't want to look like a kid.  It
looks so smooth.  Just like in my hallucination.

"Now, this next part is the bit most guys hate.  I apologise in advance,
but it's best if you are completely smooth."  Don pulls out something like
a kitchen scouring pad.  He scrapes it in small circle patters across my
chest.  He is not gentle and it feels like he is ripping my skin off.

I wince in the pain but don't argue.  He's a doctor.  He knows what he is
doing.

When finally complete, Don surveys my chest.  Hairless, red, and burning as
if I have some nasty rash.  He nods approvingly.

"I'll be back in a bit and then we will finish up those tests."  He gives
me another smile and retreats beyond the privacy curtain.

I am alone again.  I look down at my hairless chest and try to tell myself
that it helps me look more like a body builder.  Wish I could believe it.

The skin on my chest feels raw.  I want to scratch but, still tied down, I
can't move my arms to do so.  I listen to the sound of a nearby clock
ticking away the seconds.  I feel so helpless.  What the hell do they think
is wrong with me that all of this is necessary?

An hour later, maybe more, and I hear footsteps approaching.

The curtain pulls back and a nurse enters.  A woman with blond hair, blue
eyes,,, and I can't help but notice her shirt stretched tight around her
amble bosom.  My eyes trail down her body before I catch myself and look
back at her eyes.

She is smiling.  Bemused.  She wraps the cuff around my arm and starts the
blood pressure monitor again.

"I do hope you aren't going to use some silly chat up line like `Come her
often?'" she laughs.

I don't really feel like laughing but force a smile.

She gives my arm a squeeze as she takes off the blood pressure cuff.  The
bends closer to me, her breasts resting on my arm. She whispers in my ear.
"Feels like you work out a bit."

"Um... yeah.  I try to keep fit."

"It shows."  She says with a wink.  She says nothing for a moment,
thinking.  Her eyes scanning up and down my body as I want to do to hers.

She sticks a thermometer in my mouth and puts a finger to her lip, telling
me to hush.  She peeks past the curtain. "Hmm.  Looks like we are alone for
now."

She takes the thermometer out of my mouth and notes the information on my
chart.

Her fingers gently probe my neck, checking my glands.  Then they slide down
my chest.  My now smooth and hairless chest I remind myself.  Her fingers
are moving but her eyes are locked on mine.

Her fingers trail down my abs.  Tracing the outline of each muscle before
sliding under my jeans.  Then wrap around my dick. My jaw drops open.

"Hope you don't mind.  We don't get many guys in here as hot as you."

This is freaking surreal. I swear..  I have a porno at home like this.
"Naughty Nurses" or some shit like that.  Never thought it would happen to
me in real life.  I watch her hand gently and deftly stroke me.  This is
like a wet dream... I should be hard as a rock.

But I'm not.  My dick just isn't responding.  I just don't feel aroused at
all.  Nothing.  I might as well be watching paint dry.

The nurse pulls her hand away.  She steps back, picks up the chart, and
carries on as if nothing had happened.

"Um... sorry."  I stammer.  "I guess I'm just a little freaked out about
what is going on.  This has never happened before."

"What hasn't happened before?"  She asks as she turns to enter information
into a computer terminal I hadn't noticed before.

"You know, not being able to get hard."

"Excuse me?  What are you talking about?"  She looks genuinely confused.
She has no idea what I'm talking about.

Oh god.  Was that another hallucination?  Did that actually happen?

Before I can say anything, the lights flicker...


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Part 5: The Talon


... And I am back in the cavern.

One second laying on my back in a hospital bed, then the next in some
terrible sword & sorcery movie from hell.  The abruptness of the change
makes me feel sick to my stomach.  These hallucinations are getting worse.
I hope the hospital can do something to help me control them.

The fire on my left seems to have died down a bit but the one on my right
is, if anything brighter than before.  In the increased light of the fire
on my right, I can more clearly see the groups of people on the sides of
the cavern now.

I still can't see much of the group on the left other than they all appear
to be men. But the larger group on the right...

I blink in disbelief.  They are naked except that each has a collar on his
neck and some sort of apparatus over their genitals.  All are men.  All are
in the same position.  On their knees. Heads bowed.  Arms behind their
heads. Submissive.

I turn back to the Tribunal and the gravely voice fills the cavern again.
"The next two qualities of a Man are strength and virility.  These two
qualities both extend from and feed into a Man's courage and stoicism.

"A Man will build his body for strength, endurance, and power.  The
vulnerable will build it's body for aesthetics... if at all."

Images are pulled from my mind again.  Displayed for all to see.  I am in
the hospital bed, straining against the loose strap.  I am struggling for
freedom.  But I fail.

"No... that's not fair!"  I cry out.  "I work out all the time."

The shrouded figure seems to contemplate me for a moment.  "This creature
has indeed spent time building muscle.  It is, in fact, dedicated to a
physical regimen.  But that is just for appearance... there is no real
brawn.  And when faced with situation where strength could have earned
freedom, it failed.  It clearly lacks strength."

The Tribunal raises a black robed arm before me and my eyes eyes go wide in
shock.

Emerging from the sleeve of the black cloak is not a hand, but a claw.  The
skin pale, almost transparent, like a sickly worm.  Where fingers should
have been there are talons. Long, curved, and sharp.

I draw back as much as the Grey will allow.  Instinct taking over.
Whatever this... creature... may be, it is not remotely human.  Some primal
instinct rises -- from some genetic memory or religious dogma -- and tells
me to run away.  The Grey have a firm grip, however, and I cannot escape.

The claw hovers a few inches from my neck.  "A Man requires a voice to
issue commands, to direct the situations around Him.  His voice can be
another form, another expression, of His strength.  The vulnerable, those
lacking that strength, are better listening than speaking.  Taking orders,
not giving them.  And so, I take from the creature it's voice so that it
may learn to listen and to obey."

The talons clench on my neck.  Squeezing.  Digging into the flesh.  My
throat suddenly feels like I've gargled with battery acid.  I open my mouth
to scream...

... No sound emerges at all.  I am completely mute.  No, I remind myself,
this isn't real.  This is just a hallucination.  I'll be fine.  Once they
sort me out at the hospital, I'll be fine.

The Tribunal steps back slightly.  Watching me.  Weighing me.  As if it
knows what I'm thinking.

"A Man is desirable to others, to men and to women, and he desires them in
return according to His own tastes and preferences.  When something he
desires offers itself to him, he will take it and the pleasure it offers
him."

The images again.  I'm getting used to them.  The nurse from the hospital.
I see her hand sliding down my body.  Stroking me.  My body not responding
at all. My dick limp limp despite her attentions and desire.

"This creature was given a situation from its own carnal fantasies and yet
it was not even aroused."

I can't speak to defend myself.  My voice is gone.  But surely never
encounter never happened.  It was a hallucination as well.

"A Man's sexual prowess is testament to His virility.  Let this creature's
manhood be locked away so that it may learn to find it's pleasures
elsewhere."

One of the men in grey holds my arms.  He stretches my shoulders back so my
groin is pushed forward.  My cock, still shrivelled, is dangling in front
of me.  The second of the Grey has some sort of contraption in his hand.  A
metal ring and a tube of coiled metal.  The ring is placed around my
testicles and the tube is slipped over my limp dick,

The two pieces touch.  And they change.  Literally sealing together.  There
is no mechanism, no lock.  They just change.  No longer a ring and a coil.
They are one solid piece as if they had always been so.  How is that even
possible?

"Try to touch yourself."  The Tribunal hisses at me.  It is clearly an
order and I obey without thinking about it.

I wrap my fingers around the metal enclosing my penis.  But can feel
nothing through the tube.  I give the device a tug, trying to slide if off,
but it doesn't budge.  What had been the ring around my balls, now just
part of the whole object, secures the device quite effectively.  There is
no way I'm getting this off without taking my balls with it.

I feel the weight of the metal on my groin.  It is not uncomfortable but is
heavy enough you would never really forget you had it on.  There is a small
slit at the end, to piss through I assume.  I've heard of a chastity cage,
even if I've never worn one before.

My eyes raise to the group of naked and hairless wretches kneeling on the
right of the cavern.  I am too far away to see the details clearly but I
know that the apparatus each of them wears over their dick matches the one
I now wear on mine.

"You cannot touch yourself, cannot stoke yourself."  The shrouded figure
tells me. "If you do start to harden, the cage is tight and will constrict
you.  You will feel no pleasure, only discomfort.  Soon, your body will
learn and you will stop growing erect at all.  In time, your sexual organ
will wither from disuse, become smaller, less significant even to you."

The Tribunal turns abruptly to take a step away.  The black shroud that
covers its form raises with the motion, slapping me in the face.  I
blink...



<To be continued>