Number 54

s Matt walked into the medical room, he paused for a second. A brief electric tingle on his nuts told him that was not going to be allowed.

"on the bed stud, let's see what we've got here"

He sat on the end of the bed, but was roughly pushed back into a lying position. His collar was attached to the bed, and his feet put in the stirrups. With straps around his tights and another around his waist, he wasn't going anywhere. With a simple movement of the stirrups, his legs were raised up, and spread wide apart. His arsed, cock and balls were completely exposed, and there was nothing he could do to stop anyone doing anything they wanted. 

A guy wearing a surgical mask & white smock came in, and started examining him. Nothing Matt couldn't handle, no difference to a normal medical.

"what's going to happen to me?... 

Is this some sort of joke.. Did one of the guys put you upto this?"

Nothing he asked got any response. The "doctor" had disappeared down the bottom of the bed, and because of the collar being fastened down, Matt couldn't fully lift his head.

Fuuuuck, his arse hurt like hell..

"don't worry, fella, just checking out that prostate.. Some advice, relax into it, its gonna happen no matter, and if you fight it, it'll just hurt more"

The felling of discomfort suddenly changed, and like a meercat, his dick sprang up.

"there we go... Now, this should be a bit of fun"

He felt the guys hand massaging down there, and however much he didn't want to react, his dick wanted to play. He'd read about this, he was miking Matts prostate. Matt knew what was going to happen, and decided to take the advice and relax into it. It's not like there was anything he could do to stop it.

After what seemed like an hour, he suddenly felt his hips push back, and knew he was about to cum.. His vision wobbled, and he saw as much as felt the stream of cum go over his head. It splashed on his face (which he didn't like, but it had happened before), and his chest felt wet. They'd had cum challenges in the dorms with other lads, and Matt had always been proud of the power and volume of his squirts.

"very nice..."

He felt the hand removed from his arse, and then the guy went to the sink to was up. Meanwhile, 43 who was still in the room came up and started putting more straps on him. His head was secured so he wouldn't move it, and arms while still clipped to the bar and tied down. Another could of straps around his chest, and he was completely immobile.

The doc then came over and Matt could smell alcohol. His pec where the number was written went cold, obvious being washed, but why. Then he saw it, a tattoo gun. They were going to make the number permanent. He tried to struggle, and they just stood back and let him.. .they knew he wasn't going anywhere. Every time he settled down, they started on the tattoo again, if he moved they stood back and let him get on with it.

"there you go, 54, pretty smart. You look like one of the other toys now"

"now the next bit, is gonna hurt. I like to talk  you through it, but that's because I love to see the look on your face when you work it out. Sir told you, you were his.. Just don't want you to forget it."

While the doc was talking he could feel someone (must be 43) fiddling with his balls. They suddenly felt cold now, and his mind started racing. What were they going to do with his nuts?!?

"did you see 43's ball ring? Nice isn't it. Here's yours"

The doc held up two shiny semi-circle of thick steel. There was a whole through each end of each piece, and it seemed like it would slot together to make a full circle.. Obviously around his nut sack. Then the doc held up a metal spike. It looked like the thing Bob had for through his nipple, because it had a ball at one end and a screw at the other... but it was bigger. This was about 1cm in diameter, and about 5cm's long.

"so, we're gonna give you a permanent ball ring.. With this piercing going right through your scrotum. Once we screw on the other end, it won't ever come off" 

Matt, felt sick at the bottom of his stomach, and though he might vomit. But there was nothing to puke up. He felt the cold steel encase his nuts, and then without warning a stab of pain. They were doing it, they were piecing his balls. After a few minutes, the pain had dropped to a dull throb (which really surprised Matt), but he could feel the weight of the ring pulling his nuts towards the floor.

"I think you've had enough for today, tomorrow's gonna be tuff. We'll get you some food then you need to sleep off the rest of that drug so your nice and alert for the morning"

Food was a bowl of cold oatmeal stuff, bed a small room with no mattress and just a thin sheet, and he spent most of the night holding his newly spiked nuts in his hand. What was tomorrow going to bring, how did this happen, where was he, and when would it end? He had originally been convinced it was some weird prank, but now, with what felt like a kilo of steel firmly secure around his jewels he knew he was well and truly fucked..