An Experiment In Control

I spent a lot of my teens fantasising about Geoff, a guy in the same town house complex as my parents. Being Gay meant I had to be ultra-careful as the community generally wasn’t particularly liberal, and after a couple of nasty encounters with bullies at school, I tended to keep my head down. Geoff, around four or five years older than me seemed to have it all together. Well built, athletic, a swimmer and diver, he looked good and I fantasised about being his lover. Yeah, I know, teenage puppy love and all that. The fact is, apart from greeting me and being a friendly acquaintance — I doubt he even gave me a second thought.

Then came university. To my surprise Geoff was doing a doctorate when I started in my first year. Better, I was taking courses similar to those he’d followed, and now acted in a mentoring role on. As it was ‘local’, I would not be going into the student accommodation — couldn’t afford it anyway — so would be living at home and making a lot of use of the library and any study group I could join. Knowing Geoff was doing similar actually made it less daunting.

“Hi, Jerry. I saw your name on my mentor list.” Geoff grinned. “Since we live almost next door it’ll mean we can do a lot of work at home if you like.”

“Oh, wow. Yes, please, Geoff. I was just wondering how I was going to cope with all the reading and referencing.” I smiled, standing to greet him. ‘And maybe a lot more,’ I thought. Aloud I added, “It’s all a bit strange and overwhelming.”

Pulling up a chair at my library desk, he sat and I did as well. “Yes, it is. But that’s why they have this mentor system. Let me see your class schedule, and let’s see how we can fit in some help to get you started.”

“Thanks.” I pulled out my class folder and handed it to him. “This first semester is going to be a bit of an avalanche I think.”

“Yeah, it gets you like that, but don’t worry, we’ll get you through it.” He opened the folder and studied it, then made a few annotations and entered some details in his tablet. “Okay. Tell you what,” he said, passing my folder back. “How about I take you out for a drink after your last class?” He smiled. “I know you from the estate, but if we’re going to work together, I better get to know you properly.”

“Suits me,” I replied, feeling my flush starting. Did he ..? Was he ..? No! Stop thinking like that. Don’t spoil it! Not now!

That night I lay in bed in the darkness and fantasised. Geoff was even better up close, and friendly, but I still couldn’t quite figure him out. There was ‘something’ but he seemed to be holding back as well. I stroked my cock beneath the duvet, dreaming of being under his control, having his hand stroke my erection, and wondered what it would be like to be fucked by him. Would he indulge my fantasies? Of being bound and used by a lover? 

Quietly I got up, retrieved my ‘naughty’ rubber shorts and carefully eased them on. Positioning the internal dildo I applied a little of my precious lube, then pushed it into my passage, arranged my condomed cock, and manoeuvred it into the sheath, biting my lip to control the urge to cum. With my feelings under control again, I settled the latex waist properly, then walked carefully to the window and looked out. The moonlight lit the peaceful cul de sac. Nothing stirred as I stood in the darkened room, but I did have a feeling that there was someone out there.

Curious, and secure in the knowledge that my latex shorts would not be visible, I opened the window fully, and leaned out. The moonlight cast deep shadows, and only a few of the windows had lights. My house is located between street lights, so I could see very well without the interference. The feeling of being watched strengthened, but I could see no one, and the movement of the dildo in my butt, and the motion of bending forward was doing things to my prostate. Softly, I said, “Good night.” 

Slowly I straightened, carefully not to trigger my ejaculation, and then retreated to the bed. My fantasy, some careful movement and my hand brought me to a climax way, way better than any I’d had for a while. It was so good I lay back revelling in it — and fell asleep.

The alarm woke me early, and for a moment I panicked. My cock was once more rigid, and getting out of bed, moved the dildo, and …

It took me a while to get my breath back, but then I managed to get stripped, showered, and dressed before my mother knocked, and, as usual, stuck her head round the door without waiting.

“Oh, you’re up. Good.” She wrinkled her nose. “Have you got something rubber in here?”

“Yes. My wetsuits. Heaven’s, Mom, you ask that every morning!” Not quite true, but close. “You know they smell when I’ve cleaned them.”

She gave me one of her looks. “Yes, well I wish you’d get rid of them. Your room stinks of it.”

She was right, and I knew what her reaction would be if she knew what was really causing the smell. Five more years, I keep telling myself, then I can walk away and be me!

Geoff was great. I’d have been absolutely lost without him, and an added bonus was that he was studying synthetic materials, which actually fitted into some of my course work. So I got hands on lab experience assisting him which meant my own research got bonus points. My first year was over almost before I got my breath, and the second was also a blur. It helped not being part of the ‘campus social set’. The one big disappointment was that Geoff, while becoming my best friend, had shown no interest in what I dearly wanted — a relationship with him. Unfortunately things didn’t go so well at home.

First of all I slipped up, and my mother found some of my toys. Damn it, I am almost twenty-one, but the way she went off at me made me feel I was five again. Things didn’t improve much as we approached the half way mark on my third year, but then Mum got herself engaged to a guy I wasn’t keen on. One of the husky man’s men. A smart arse, big on his ‘church’ and how anything other than red-blooded male, straight and gay bashing was an abomination.

Geoff picked up on it early, but just before my twenty-first, the Dickhead married my mother, and then promptly got transferred to another city. 

“You’ll have to come with us.” He informed me.

“But my course …”

You don’t need to finish that! Look at me, dropped out after high school, and I’ve never looked back! I can fix you up with a job in no time.”

“Thanks, but no. I want to finish my course.” I appealed to my mother, but, as usual, she backed him.

I confided in Geoff. “Bastard’s. If I can just get my degree! Fuck them!”

“When’s your birthday? Are they paying for your course?”

“No.” I shook my head. “I’ve got a small scholarship fund from a grandparent that pays the fees, plus a student loan, and, of course, the money I get working in your lab — but that will end as soon as you get your doctorate.”

He grinned. “So who administers the Trust Fund?”

“My grandparent’s lawyer.” I laughed. “I think grandfather knew my parents a lot better than they thought. They tried to get it switched to their control, and lost.” I paused. “I get on quite well with the lawyer, but he is getting old now and I need another eighteen months of the funding. If anything happened to him …” I grimaced. “His partner is a friend of the Dickhead.”

“I see. Well, you’re over eighteen, which means you have a certain amount of freedom from their control anyway. Leave it with me, a friend needs someone for a very different sort of research and a trial. I’ll talk to her and we’ll see what we can arrange.” 

It all came to a head very suddenly. I refused to move with my mother and the Dickhead, my funding got cut off, and I faced having to abandon my studies as well as find a place to stay and an income. All I had now was my small car, my clothes and a few mementos and that was it. 

“I can help with a place to stay,” Geoff told me. “I’ve a flat on the campus, and Don, my friend, is keen to meet you and talk about taking some work in his research lab.” He grinned. “Interested?”

I stared at him for a moment. “Share your flat?” I gulped. “Yes!” Before I could stop myself, I hugged him. He didn’t resist, and grinned at my blush. “What research is this friend — Don — doing?”

He laughed. “It’s psychological, but you’re perfect.” His grin widened. “In fact I think you’ll love it.” 

“Psychological? As in padded cells, straitjackets and that sort of stuff?” I felt my pulse pick up. Since childhood I’ve fantasised about being restrained and ‘played’ with by whoever my current fantasy was.

“Could be.” He glanced at me, smiling. “It’s about how people respond to imprinting of ideas. He’ll tell you all about it if you agree. I know he will pay a reasonable salary for the duration, enough to cover your study fees and loan payments anyway.” 

“That’ll help,” I replied. “Better than flipping burgers or waiting tables.” I hesitated. “I appreciate the offer of a room in your flat as well. But you’ll have to tell me how much I must contribute in rent.”

“I’m sure we can work something out on that.” His grin widened. “Besides, I think you’d best talk to Don — you might not want to take his offer.” He handed me a note. “Here’s his address. Call him, and see him — he’s expecting your call. I’ll be home at six. The address is below Don’s. I’ll expect you then and we can settle you in.”

Don’s address turned out to be a building in the grounds of a large clinic. It was almost disappointing in a sense, it wasn’t the kind of building that looked as if it dealt with any sort of mental problems. Strait jackets were probably not an option from the appearance.

Don turned out to be an athletic man in his mid-forties. He met me in reception, and invited me straight into his office. “Good to meet you, Joe. Geoff suggested you might be interested in taking part in my research.”

I took the chair he indicated. “Yeah. He said it was to do with psychiatric imprinting or something.” I took the plunge. “If you’re going to try and make me Gay or something, you needn’t bother, because I am already. And I’m comfortable with it.” 

“Geoff said you were smart.” He laughed. “No, it’s because we hoped you were Gay that Geoff suggested you.” He paused. “Do you know anything about ‘imprinting’?”

I shook my head. “Not really. I read something about it in First Year. Some technique that allows you to plant memories in someone’s head?”

“Not quite, it is a technique that allows some modification of preferences. For instance, let’s say you like wearing blue outfits, or eating certain foods. By imprinting an alternative idea, we can change your preferences to something else.” He paused. “You’re Gay. Do you have a partner? A lover?”

“No.” I shook my head. “Living at home there wasn’t much chance of finding someone, or of making out. I’m not big on the idea of cottaging or pick-ups at a club …”

“Sensible. Okay, I’d like to run some tests on you, and if you fit the specs I think we can get started.” He handed me a tablet. “Fill in the form, and I’ll get the examination set up.”

‘Filling in the form’ took a lot longer than I expected. It went well beyond name, birthdate, physical measurements, and it asked some extremely personal questions. Some of them things I had to stop and consider. In the end I realised that I had nothing to gain by hiding anything, or being coy about some of it, so I answered as honestly as I could. To hell with the consequences. I admitted my bondage fantasies, my latex fetish and my sexual preferences. I’d no sooner finished than Don returned.

“This is Martin, he’s a physician and he’s going to give you a full medical.” He announced with a smile. “Step this way!”

I shook hands with Martin, a younger man, obviously very sports oriented.

He grinned. “In case you’re wondering, I’m the Physical ED Department’s medic.” Indicating a chair he continued, “Strip completely please. Put your things on the chair and then get on the table and we can get started.”

“Strip completely?”

“Yep. I’ll need to take a blood sample, urine and a couple of other things, plus do a prostate check.” He smiled. “It get’s pretty intimate, so best to have everything off and go for it.”

I blushed. I’d never had a prostate check before, but had heard about it. I also knew that being naked in the company of two good looking men, and being physically checked out by one of them was likely to make certain parts of me respond. Oh well, that was probably going to be one of the checks anyway …

The examination was the most comprehensive I’d ever experienced. I was measured, cardiographed, scanned, blood, urine and sputum sampled — even a smear from my butt! The prostate check was certainly thorough, and I had to admit, felt really good. As expected, my cock showed its appreciation at being examined and my balls fondled. 

“Sorry about this,” I said, blushing, then decided to go for it. “With two good looking men giving me such a complete hands-on check over …”

They both laughed, and Don said, “Thanks for the compliment. Actually, it’s a good response, from my perspective.” He looked at Martin. “Is that it? We seem to have covered everything.”

“That’s it,” Martin said, removing his latex gloves very slowly and deliberately. “You can get dressed again, Joe.” He handed me a sample tube. “If you need to take care of that, use the toilet over there.” He winked. “Just bring the sample out with you, it’ll save asking for one later.” 

Geoff’s flat was nice. In fact, it was better described as a Penthouse. The open plan living area opened onto a roof garden, and a room he called his study opened directly off the living room and had a door to the roof top patio. A short passage from the entrance separated the living area from the bedrooms — all en suite — and the room he declared was my study-workroom.

“Like it?”

“Love it!” I felt a little overwhelmed. “Um, Geoff, can I ask something ..? Something very personal?”

He studied me for a moment. “Am I Gay? Or ‘why are you doing this?`”

I felt my cheeks burn.

He smiled. “You know you used to stand in your bedroom window on warm nights? Were you naked?”

I shook my head. “Sometimes, but mostly I was wearing … my special shorts.”

“Did you ever feel you were being watched?”

“Yes.” I stopped. “It was you?”

“It was me.” He stepped forward smiling and suddenly his arms were round me. “You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” His mouth found mine, cutting off my reply. 

I responded. “Oh, Geoff …” I swallowed hard, tears blurring my eyes. “I’ve wanted you to hold me, kiss me … since I was in junior school.” I grinned. “My butt is still full of lube from Martin’s examination. Want to give it a trial run? Inject me with the weapon I can feel pressing against me?”

His kiss stopped me. “If that’s what you really want …”

“It’s what I really want. I’ve only ever had a dildo inside me …” I grinned. “My ‘special’ shorts …”

He laughed, his hands opening my shirt, then my belt and waist band on my jeans. “I can tell you that the real thing is a lot better …” His shirt and jeans joined mine as we made our way slowly to the bedroom. “Mmm, you look even better than I dreamed, Joe.” He lifted me onto the bed, and joined me. Our bodies entwined as I surrendered to his attentions. Taking his time, he explored my body with his hands, his mouth and his tongue. My cock got special attention, before  he rolled me on my side, positioned himself carefully behind me, and made me gasp as his rigid tool entered my eager opening.

“Oooh!” I gasped. “You’re bigger than my dildo …” I swallowed as he sank his full length into me. “Oh! Oooh, Geoff! Oh yes.” My cock jerked and erupted. “Ooh god. Oh god, oh god … I’ve cum! I’m sorry. …”

“Don’t be silly. Just relax.” His hand found my softening cock. “Relax. We’ve plenty of time. And I’m not going anywhere. I intend to enjoy this moment for as long as we can. You’ve no idea how difficult these last three years have been holding back until you were ready …”

Tears ran down my cheeks. “Oh Geoff, it feels soooo good … I wanted to hold back until you … but I couldn’t … I don’t deserve …”

“Rubbish, Joe. You deserve all the love I can give you.” He nibbled my earlobe. “And I intend to make sure you get it.” His hand gently massaged my cock. “There, that feels like you’re getting the message …”

I chuckled, surrendering to his ministrations.

Initially the work in Don’s lab was fairly straightforward. They provided me with raw numbers and codes and I entered these into the analysis program. The data cam from another lab off site, and didn’t tell me much, being something well outside my field. The work in Geoff’s lab was something else, because this was my field, and I new exactly what we were creating. Right from the start we shared the bed in his flat, and it certainly didn’t take long to establish the fact we were both fond of bondage games.

And the sex just got better and better between us.

“Joe, we’re ready to run the first preliminary trial on you.” Don perched on the edge of my desk. “Can you get Geoff to deliver you to our trials lab on Friday night? We’ll need you for two full days, so he can fetch you again on Sunday evening.”

“Two days? Okay, I’ll talk to him this evening. I’m sure it’ll be okay.” I hesitated. “What’s it involve?”

He laughed. “We’re going to turn you into a latex mummy and test your responses to the absence of physical stimuli.”

“A latex mummy?” I swallowed. “Totally encased in latex?”

“That’s right. And deprived of all sensory stimuli.” He grinned. “For two days.”

“Er.” I felt my cock stiffening in my thong. “Okay. Sounds like I get to sleep a lot then.”

“Perhaps. We’ll see, we’ll be monitoring your brain throughout.” He smiled. “All that data you’ve been entering? This is how we gather it. The stuff you’ve been entering up to now is from guys like you, we have twelve of you in the program, you’ll meet them and may even see them, but won’t ever know who each of the others are, and nor will they. That’s an important part of the trial.” He paused. “One more thing. You’ll need to shave your body completely, and have a haircut. As short as possible please. Shave it completely if you like.”   

Geoff delivered me to the address Don had given me. Well out of town the building had once been a small asylum, though it had none of the appearance, externally, of the sort of image the term ‘lunatic asylum’ generally conjures up. Kissing me, Geoff smiled. “Here you go, Joe. Enjoy yourself, and don’t worry, I’ll be here on Sunday to fetch you.” We kissed again, and he added, “Be good. Do exactly as they tell you and remember,” he grinned, his hand squeezing my thigh, “I love you.”

I chuckled nervously, very aware of being completely bald and having taken great care to make sure I had absolutely no hair anywhere on my body. I’d never had much, but now I had absolutely none. “I will. Just remember I love you too …” I slid out of the car and blew him a kiss. “See you Sunday. Don’t be late — I think I’ll need some serious ‘Geoff’ treatment after this.”

He laughed and drove off as I turned to enter the building. The reception area was incredibly bland. Not a single feature to break the clinical white walls, and green floor. Even the doors leading out of it were white, as was the counter. Don smiled, and met me as I shut the door. 

“Good you’re on time. This way and we’ll get you started.” He opened a door and ushered me through into a corridor. Using a swipe card he opened an inner security door and steered me into a short corridor. “In here, please. Strip completely, use the micro-enema and the toilet, then coat yourself completely in the gel in the tub on the shelf.” He smiled. “I see you opted for the bald look. Geoff approve?” 

I laughed. “He loves it. Says it’s perfect for modelling our new material.”

“Good. That will make it a lot easier I expect.” He nodded to a locker. “Put everything in the locker when you’ve stripped. And when you’re ready just wait. You’ll be collected and taken to the dressing unit.” 

The door shut behind him and I noticed there was no handle on the inside of the very solid door. After a moment’s hesitation, I got busy. The enema worked fast, and I took advantage of the bidet to clean myself thoroughly. The ‘gel’ was quite thick, and it took the entire jar, around two litres, to get myself properly coated with it. I’d no sooner finished than the door opened and two well built figures in tight latex suits entered, their faces concealed by mirror visored helmets.

“This way.” The leader beckoned.

I followed, my already aroused cock showing my interest, and after a short walk and a second security door, found myself in a slightly larger room. A black latex suit dangled from a stand.

“Sit over there and we’ll help you get the suit on.” The second man had the suit and prepared it so I could insert my legs. Once they were fully in, and my feet in the attached ‘sock’, they had me stand, and then worked the suit up my body, got my arms into the sleeves’ and my hands into the gloves. It was around this point I realised that there was no zip in the suit, and the only openings were at my butt, and my crotch, and now the open face hood was pulled up over my head and settled into place. It covered my eyes, and left only my mouth and nose free.

The suit was incredibly tight, and slightly restrictive as it moulded to my anatomy. I said so.

“This is only the first layer.” The leader said. “The hood has a range of sensors built into it, and these will connect to the final layer, as will sensors here,” he touched my nipples and my sternum, “and a couple of other places.” He chuckled. “So the Doc can monitor your state.”

“Oh.” Was all I could think to say. “What happens next?”

“We fit your breathing and feeding mask, insert your waste disposal units and then dress you in the full sensory deprivation suit. Once you’re dressed you get installed in your pod. You’re number twelve.” He paused. “Ready?”

“I guess.” I wondered what my ‘waste disposal units’ meant. I wasn’t left in doubt very long. 

What felt like a dental mould was fitted into my mouth, and then tubes inserted into my nose. “Water and a nutritious syrup will be fed to you at intervals.” The voice chuckled. “It’s not bad. Quite pleasant in fact. Enjoy,” he added as he secured everything with what felt like an oro-nasal mask with some tight webbing behind my head. I grunted in surprise as something rigid and moulded was fitted over my cock, and then my balls encased in some sort of tight latex bag. An even bigger surprise was the insertion of a thin plug into my butt. At least that was how it felt.

Then they started to fit me into the heaviest rubber suit I’d ever imagined. This thing was unlike anything I’d ever encountered, a sort of cross between a sleep sack and a sarcophagus. With this on, and all the straps and zips fastened, I couldn’t move at all.

“Now just the hood to fit on you, Twelve, and then you’ll be installed in your pod. Don’t worry about taking a piss, or anything else. Just let it happen. The waste disposal will deal with it.” He paused. “Once the hood is in place you will hear nothing, and feel very little except what the Docs want you to feel. Ready?”

I tried to indicate I was, but couldn’t move at all, or make any audible sound. I felt the hood slip into place and the world shrank to the sound of my own heart and breathing. I felt myself lifted, and moved, then placed inside some rigid container. The plug and the cock tube were obviously connected to something, because my butt filled with something cool and soothing, and the tube containing my cock filled with something slick and numbing. Water trickled into my mouth and I sucked greedily. Time stood still.

Alone with my thoughts, and utterly cut off from any stimulus, I did my best to relax, difficult when you cannot move at all, and are totally at the mercy of whoever is controlling your environment. I thought of Geoff, and our lovemaking. He was a master at it. A real artist in the way he stimulated me, controlled me, and enjoyed me. I wished he were here, the person controlling me in this experiment. After a while my. Thoughts all ran together. My studies, our mentoring sessions, my parents antipathy toward my being Gay, my work in the lab, the misery of my schooldays, desperately trying to avoid detection … and always came back, somehow, to Geoff, and my love of being under his total control when we made love.

 Slowly I realised that I was no longer restrained. I was lying on my back and could hear someone moving about. The mouthpiece was gently removed, and a pair of lips found mine. “Welcome back, Joe.” The voice was soft and caressing. “Would you like to get out of that suit?”

I slipped my arms around Geoff, and shivered. “No, beloved. I’m now and forever your latex fucktoy. Please allow me to service you however you want to use me, beloved Master. Keep me like this, Master, and enjoy your toy.”

Geoff hesitated. “Joe, you need to know that if I do … if we make love with you now, like this … you will be binding yourself to me, and to me alone. Is that what you want?”

“Yes, Master Geoff. That is all I want. To be your living, loving, latex doll.” Our mouths met in a lingering kiss. “I’ve had forty-eight hours to figure it out, and I’ve made my choice …” I sighed. “I shaved my head, and it remains shaved, unless you order it restored. The same applies to the rest of me. I want to remain hairless and in latex. Once you’ve fucked me in my butt, in my mouth, and enjoyed my cock, you will be the only person that can bring me to arousal and bring me to ejaculate …” I drew him down to kiss me again. “Now take me, Master. I give myself to you. Fuck me into bondage to you, and to you alone.”

For a moment he paused. “If you’re sure …” He drew me to my feet. “Kneel, and enjoy my cock. Give me head.”

“Yes, Master”. I sank to my knees, and carefully used my hands to find his cock and guide it to my mouth. He was dribbling precum, and I sucked it into my mouth eagerly, savouring his scent, the taste of his cock and revelling in his big flared head and long, hard, shaft, for the first time ever managing to take his full, glorious length into my throat. I worked carefully, doing everything I could to prolong and increase his enjoyment.

My reward was a huge eruption of his spunk, and his hands gripping my head so his cock remained deep in my throat as it jerked and erupted. Greedily I sucked and used my tongue to drive him into ecstasy. When he finally withdrew, he lifted me to my feet.

“Thank you, Master,” I whispered, licking the last of his cum from my lips.

“I’m not done yet,” he growled, easing me onto my back on the bed. “Spread your arms and legs!”

I obeyed, wondering what he planned. It took him just minutes to fit and secure heavy cuffs to my wrists, then a really heavy belt at my waist, and then cuffs on my thighs, and more on my feet and ankles.

“First I’m going to enjoy your cock, and then I shall fuck you. Still sure you want to be my latex fucktoy?”

The last small doubt in my head died. Through all those hours of total isolation, this one idea had formed and then grown. I wanted to be his lover, his toy, to have him fuck me whenever and wherever he wished. I wanted him … “Yes, Master. Please, Master …”

He chuckled. “Open wide, I’ve a rather special gag for you.”

I obeyed and he worked the thing into my mouth. It felt exactly like the dental mould gag I’d worn at the clinic.

“The beauty of this gag is because it fits over your teeth and sits behind them, it doesn’t stretch your jaw muscles, so can be worn all day. As it’s internal, you can wear it in public as well.” He chuckled. It also gives you a beautiful smile, but won’t allow you to speak.”

I giggled. Then he set to work on my cock. In the last forty-eight hours my cock had received a lot of attention, but the numbing gel had prevented sensation. I’d ejaculated several times, but never actually felt it in any way other than was a warm rush as my spunk erupted, immediately followed by some suction, and then cool gel flowing into the tube, and the loss of sensation in my penis. Now he worked my cock over as only he knew how, and though I writhed in my restraints as he worked, I could neither escape his attention, nor express my pleasure vocally.

Eventually he brought me to a monumental ejaculation that made my head spin. He’d no sooner slurped down all my spunk, than he had my legs raised , my knees almost al my shoulders, and my feet in the air. His lubed cock touched my hole and I sighed in anticipation. Soon my programming would be complete. From now on I would be his latex sex doll. I would be his toy, his companion … His big flared glans parted my muscle. It entered, driven by the long thick shaft, thrust making my own now empty flaccid dick flop briefly until, within his full length inside me, his abdomen pressed it between us.

“Now, Joe,” he whispered. “We are bound to each other. In future, if I say ‘condom’ you will know you are required for lovemaking.”

I’d have told him I wanted it if I could. I managed a smile over the gag locking my jaw, and nodded, thrusting myself onto his rigid cock. 

“Just so you know,” he whispered increasing his rhythm, “I love you.”

Don and Martin had evidently gathered a huge amount of data as a result of the weekend. I spent the next several weeks feeding it into their analysis program. As it was all encoded it meant very little to me, even though I recognised my own number, twelve, the coded data told me very little. It didn’t matter, Geoff proved to be a fantastic lover, and even better, a really caring companion.

“Martin wants to run a new experiment, my love.” I snuggled close to my Master and lover, still in the relaxed glow of post coital warmth. I kissed his neck, enjoying the scent of our sex. It being a Saturday, we could take our time, and we’d done so. A leisurely coffee and then a prolonged lovemaking. “He says I must have your permission though, as I will be required for a week.”

“A week?” He stroked my naked body gently. “I’ll talk to him. Do you know what he plans?”

“Total mummification, he said.” I giggled, my hand finding his gorgeous, but now flaccid, organ. “Though he says it’ll be in a manner that will allow me to continue my work for them.”

“Sounds interesting.” Geoff grinned. “I’ll talk to him. I have an idea I know what they plan to do.” His mouth found mine and we kissed deeply, my hand still gently fondling his now hardening cock. Breaking the kiss, he whispered, “Condom. Full rubber.”

“Yes, Master.” I slipped out of bed as he released me, and walked to the wardrobe. I didn’t need to be told what he wanted, it came automatically, and I could no more refuse to obey it than stop breathing. Retrieving the latest of my latex outfits, I prepared myself, and then began to work myself into the suit. It had an open sheath for my cock, an opening for my boyhole and a tube gag mouthpiece in the attached full face hood. Entry was through a rear zip that ran from the waist to the top of the hood, awkward to close, but very effective. I added the cuffs and collar and then presented myself to my Master, knowing that I should expect to spend the evening and possibly the night as his latex toy — and looking forward to it.

Geoff smiled as I stood before him. “You look fabulous, Twelve.” He attached a chain to my collar. “Come with me. The Playroom awaits you.” He chuckled. “I think we’re going to have a long session today.”

We certainly did. Geoff was creative, and very randy. He used his living sex doll very well, and very enjoyably. We ended the day as we’d begun, both naked, in each other’s arms in our bed.

“Do you want to be Martin’s test subject?” Geoff whispered as I snuggled into his body. “It will be very intense — I spoke to him while you were still in play mode — and he explained what they want to do to you.”

“Mmm, if you’ll allow it, my love. Yes, I think it will be good — and I would like to test my limits.”

He kissed my shaved head. “It’ll be more than intense, love. Much more, and you’ll probably need a little holiday to recover. That’ll be my treat though whether you do this or not.” He paused. “Are you sure you want to do it?”

I paused. “Yes, I want to do it, Geoff, but promise me you will be there while they prepare me and when it is over.”

“You’ve got it.” His kiss lingered. “Okay, I’ll call Martin in the morning and we’ll set it up.”

As before, Martin met me in reception and I went through the full preparation in the small ‘cell’. Then Don appeared and gave me a very thorough medical. 

“Good, you’re in top shape.” Don stood back. “We can get started. Go with the team and they’ll get you ready.”

“Thanks,” I nodded as the two rubber enclosed men entered. “Is Geoff going to get to see me before I’m completely mummified?”

Don laughed. “Yes, he’s waiting to be called.” He nodded to the two attendants. “Better get cracking, this will be a lengthy process.”

Escorting me to a different room, the men fitted me into a frame that held me in a spreadeagled position, with my arms stretched out to my sides. 

“Right,” the first man said, his voice, as before, slightly distorted by the hood and mask he wore. “We’ll start by coating you completely with this gel. It’ll keep your skin from drying out, then we start on your arms and legs, wrapping you in this medical layer. Once we have you wrapped in that, we will insert your waste disposal, and then wrap you in the outer bandages.” He paused. “When we’re done you’ll be completely mummified, but still able to walk and move about.”

“Okay.” I wanted to ask about the ‘waste disposal’, but they were already at work. In the end I didn’t need to ask.

“This sleeve will adhere to your cock. It won’t come off and it allows us to drain your urine at intervals.” He chuckled. “And this plug sleeve goes into your boy hole. Twice a day you’ll be flushed out.” 

I grinned. “I wondered …” I felt him positioning the odd looking plug. “Ooooh!”

“There, that’s got you organised.” He chuckled and his companion applied something sticky, carefully ensuring the material adhered to my perineum and the insides of my butt cheeks. “It won’t come out now until we apply the release agent.” He began applying the outer wrapping carefully ensuring it went on smoothly. They’d obviously had considerable practice at it, and built the ‘bandages’ in a manner that left no part of me uncovered. My hands had been inserted into gloves, and these secured beneath the bandaging and likewise my feet until only my face was uncovered. Beneath the ‘bandages’ covering my head was a rubber moulded ‘cap’ holding what they said were sensors to monitor my brainwaves.

“Time to call your Master, Twelve.” He paused. “And then we have to insert your mouthpiece and finish wrapping your head.” He chuckled. “You’re going to be ‘seeing’ through these VR goggles for the next few days.” His companion left to call Geoff as he explained. “You will actually see your surroundings, but they will be altered, as will any people you see. You’ll be inside a virtual reality.” He stopped as Geoff entered. “He’s just about finished, sir. We’ll fit his VR visor and complete his encasement when you’re ready.”

Geoff stepped forward. “Nervous, Joe? I think I would be, but I must say, you look fantastic.”

“Thank you, Master.” I smiled. “It feels very strange, and I just hope I’ll cope with it …”

“You will.” His arms slid round me. “You’ve no idea how fucking sexy you look.” His mouth met mine in a tender kiss. He stepped back. “Of course you’ll cope with it. You’re going to love it.”

He watched as the attendant fitted the mouth insert that essentially gagged me and would be the means for feeding me and hydrating me for the next six days. The nose piece covered my nose and hid the tubes through which I would be breathing from now on. Then the VR visor slipped into place and they began to apply the bandages.

After a moment, the VR came alive. Now I was looking at the same room, but my companions appeared as characters from mythology. My attendants were now ogres, and Geoff appeared to have become a barbarian warrior. Two more figures joined him, one an Egyptian Priest by his appearance, the other what appeared to be an Egyptian overseer.

“Take him to his place of atonement,” commanded the priest figure.

The ogres seized my arms, and steered me to the door. It was difficult to walk, my movements restricted by the bandages, and the VR had a slight distortion, making it difficult to judge distances. My escort walked me through two more security doors, and then down in a lift to a basement set up as a tomb chamber. A standing mummy case awaited me, the lid decorated with the image of an Egyptian prince. 

My escort placed me inside this, and connected several tubes to connectors on the mask covering my mouth. 

“We’ll leave you here for the next hour. Do not attempt to move or leave the unit. We need to calibrate our instruments.” The ‘priest’ who I’d worked out must be Martin, told me. “You may experience some hallucination like effects. Don’t worry, it is normal, and you will not be in any danger.” He indicated the barbarian warrior. “Your guardian will be keeping watch.”

The ‘calibration’ must have worked. The world became totally unreal, and the hours and minutes and days blurred. I was aware of being placed in my mummy case and the lid closed at regular intervals. I was aware of performing various tasks, even, at one point, entering data on a computer. I was aware of regular doses of liquids and a sort of soup, and of having my bladder emptied and my bowels, but time meant absolutely nothing, and nothing that happened seemed in any way connected to anything else. 

The characters in the VR world I inhabited changed as well. What seemed to be rituals were performed by Egyptian gods and goddesses. Barbarians raided my ‘tomb’ and I attempted to defend it. None of it made any sense. Not even when several figures indulged in an orgy in a room that appeared to be set up as a Roman house. Through it all I remained in total isolation in my mummified state, even when paraded before a range of people apparently all involved in the research, though, to me, they appeared as characters in my VR world.

When in my mummy case, and ‘resting’, I dreamed. And my dreams were erotic beyond description. It became my reality, my normal.

So awakening from a particularly erotic dream with my cock sheath yet again filled with my ejaculations, it took me a while to realise that I was no longer in the mummy case, though I was still fully mummified. The VR showed the bedroom I shared with Geoff. He moved into my view — my Barbarian Guard, now naked, his erection hard.

“Welcome home, Twelve — Prince Sinep!” He grinned. “You really don’t know how fucking sexy you look like that.” He began to unbuckle the harness that held me upright and immobile. “I’m going to keep you like this just a little longer.” He finished releasing the harness. “And the only part of you I can enjoy is your boy pussy …”

I slipped my mummy wrapped arms round him, hugged gently, then took his hand, and led him to the counter of our breakfast bar. Here I turned, placed my hands on the counter and spread my legs so my butt was accessible.

He took the hint, his cock sliding into me through the opening in the plug, expanding and stretching the device. Then he gave me the most amazing fucking. The plug and his thrusts made me ejaculate again, and when he came, emptying his balls inside me, the glow of post coital satisfaction spread like a fire through me.

It took him several minutes to remove the bandages covering my head, the visor, then the breathing mask and mouthpiece. This left the rubber ‘helmet’ and the bandages that secured it in place covering my ears. He replaced the visor with dark lenses covering my eyes. 

“You’ll need those for a few hours while your eyes adjust,” he told me and then our mouths met in the most prolonged and intense kiss. “Phew!” He breathed, grinning from ear to ear. “I better get you out of the rest of that now.”

Putting my hand on his arm, I said, “Not yet. When you’ve rested, and I’ve had my sheath drained.” I winked. “It’s a tad full at present.” I chuckled. “Perhaps you’d like to take your pleasure with me that way again?”

He laughed. “You want to stay like this?”

“Yes, my Master. Your mummified sex toy wishes to stay like this until his Master has pleasured himself with his sex toy as many times as he wishes.”

“Then you’ve got it.” He paused. “How about your ..?”

I grinned. “It is not usable at present, Master. Not like this, but I get all the pleasure I need when you take yours.” I grinned. “But my drainage tube needs flushing.”

“Damn. Okay, I can save that for later.” He grinned. “How about some breakfast?”

I reached out and caressed his semi-tumescent cock. “If my Master wishes, a good dose of his sperm by mouth is exactly what this mummy needs to restore him to lust.”

He laughed. “Then kneel down and get to work, Prince Sinep. I’ve a week’s worth of spunk to unload into you.”

“Yes, Master. Your mummy needs to feast on your sperm, if he is to be preserved in life.” I knelt and kissed his now erect tip. “Feed me, Master.” 

My mouth engulfed his cock and I set to work to enjoy his pleasure.

The experiments had a serious purpose, and, for me, consequences. Geoff had become my world. What Geoff wanted, I wanted, what he instructed, I did. The week in the mummy wrappings and the VR world became the way I saw everything. I was Prince Sinep, a mummy brought to life by Geoff’s sperm, bound to him and dependent on his sexual bounty. To me this was fact unarguable, I lived because of Geoff’s regular doses of spunk. I was dependent on his life-giving sperm, but it bothered Geoff.

So, some three months after my original mummification, I was once more placed in the mummy case. This time the VR was subtly different, and I emerged eventually free of the ‘curse’, and once more able to act with full independence.

Geoff smiled as I emerged from beneath the bindings. “How do you feel?”

“Knackered,” I replied, grinning. “Have I been good?”

“Yes, and the treatment seems to have worked.” He helped me stand and I realised that my erection was free of restraint. “What would you like to do now?”

I put my still mummified arms round him and said, “Kiss you, you fabulous hunk.”

He responded, and we kissed. “And now what?”

“Take me to bed and make love with me?” I grinned. “I may have been deprogrammed, but I’m still randy, and still want to have sex with my lover.”

“Your wish is my command.” He laughed, scooped me into his arms and carried me to the bed. “But first I want to get you out of that completely. Then brace yourself for some serious lovemaking!”