The Offer

Things were not going well for Tom. Not at all. His employer went bankrupt leaving him with no job, the landlord was about to throw him out of his room due to Tom not being able to pay the rent, and the last time he had a boyfriend was long gone. So nothing really held him in the ugly city with all its rain and snow. Of course he was looking for a new job, but in this lone place that was hard. Good the internet was still paid for. He found a few offers, but how do you get to the other end of the country without money?

There was one ad, though, that might solve his problems, at least for the time being. "Young healthy males wanted for scientific medical study. All expenses paid. Candidates must be willing to participate for one year minimum." Well, Tom did not like the idea too much, but is was worth the call to get out of here. He called the number and was greeted friendly by a man with a wonderful accent. South-east Asia, maybe. They discussed details - the study was about testosterone levels - in length and ended up with the agreement Tom would pack his stuff and get to the airport the next day. 

Next morning the landlord was happy enough to give Tom a ride to the airport in exchange for the vacant room - he seemed happy to see Tom go, and who could blame him. An electronic ticket to a place Tom never had heard of had been sent to his email and Tom sat on the first of three planes a little later. At the hub he changed to an intercontinental flight, and after a long time landed at a big airport, indeed in Asia. One more change to yet a different plane and he touched down at a place he'd never heard of before. After exiting the plane the sun and heat were first to welcome him on the tarmac. Once inside the small terminal a beautiful woman (sometimes we wished he was bi-sexual...) held a card with his name and escorted him through immigration and customs. 

Amazingly his passport was stamped without any questions asked with a long-stay visa and after picking up his suitcase full of useless winter clothes and the few other things he had she drove him through endless tropical woods, small villages, along a sandy beach and all those things Tom had dreamed of. He was in paradise, at least close to it. He did not know the name, could not read a sign due to the strange writing, but he was happy. And tired. So he was relieved when they left the main road and came at the end of a dirt road at a large building, just next to the sea. He was given a warm towel for welcome, a drink and some finger food while he waited for "the doctor". The doctor, as it turned out, was the man on the phone and his beauty matched his voice. He asked if Tom still wanted to go ahead, if not, he was free to leave, but Tom of course wanted to stay. He would not get paid, but he'd get free accommodation, food, drink, and of course medical treatment. 

The study was about the correct amount of testosterone needed for slow but steady muscle growth avoiding most or ideally all side effects. It would involve injections, blood tests, and things like a diary about food, exercise and things like that. Also, the amount of intercourse would be controlled. Well, everything better than zero! And it did not sound too stressful. Tom agreed, and after a full medical check the doctor was happy to accept him. The papers were in the local language, but Tom was offered a translation. Tom declined, thinking everything should be okay, and he simply wanted to go to bed.

So he signed everything and was brought to his temporary guest room for the night. He took a quick shower and then went to his dreams.

When he awoke, he was a bit confused. Where was he? He remembered the flight, the drive, the talk, but somehow he had the opinion something was missing. Also, he felt a bit weird, like he had been drugged or something. His balls and ass felt sore, his nipples to. Before he had the chance to see what was going on, the doctor entered the room.

"Tom, welcome again. You must feel a bit confused, and I think I have to explain a number of things. Please listen to the end before you make a judgment, and be advised that before the end of my explanations you are not allowed to leave the room." Was Tom a prisoner? What was going on here. He started to rise his voice when the doctor took a small remote control and hit a button. A pain deep inside Tom made him stop. "Please. I asked you to wait. There is more than one button on this remote." Tom recovered from the pain and gave in. At least he should and could listen to this man. "In the end, Tom, you will most probably agree to what we did was not that unlucky for you. Besides, you've signed all the papers, so legally in this country we could do all we did. 

Lesson One: Read the small print. Now, where was I. The study. It is exactly as I said. We are measuring testosterone. The only, well not th only, one thing is our results might be corrupted by the natural testosterone. Therefore we have, after freezing some semen if you wish to have kids some day, removed your testicles. We replaced them with high-quality falsies, and I took the liberty to go a few sizes bigger. Also, because your activities need to be controlled in that area, I removed the corpora cavernosae with the best available artificial implant. 

You are going to have a boner as hard and as long as you wish, and it works by simply pumping some liquid in our out via a small pump. This remote unit here controls that as well. Because this way it was easier, and for other reasons I'll explain later, we rerouted the urethra to behind your ballsac. Again, I thought the XXL I chose might be a nice extra for you. You were quite nicely endowed before, so I had enough tissue to work with. Now, talking exits, for our research and your potential interests, the little muscle on your bladder that controls urine flow has been cut and replaced by something more modern."

Tom could hardly contain himself. He was about to yell at the doctor who just held up the remote and pushed a different button. No pain this time but Tom felt how his groin became wet. He was pissing just like that. He started to cry instead of shouting.

"You just allowed me to demonstrate this function. You bladder shincter is now state-of-the-art. It opens with the push of a button. You'll soon love it, as you will get a routine of it. And don't worry. There is a pressure detector inside your bladder. If it becomes too full, it'll just release the urine. I am aware there might be instances when wetting youself out of the sudden might be embarrassing. But health comes first. 

Now, speaking of cut shincter muscles. As you instructed me in the papers you signed I did pretty much the same with your anal shincter. It has been replaced by pretty much the same mechanism. However, as I know by experience and your preferences both bottom and top, it won't close 100 per cent. Actually, when it is closed, if the word fits, it'll be just over 2 1/2 inches open. Here we use proper measurements, so to be exact, it's 7 centimetres. That would allow for a nice big plug to fit in. When it is open, you'll have the full 10 centimetres - about 4 inches - diameter. Your partners will love it. To prevent any accidents you'd better wear a nice big plug from now on. Basically 24/7. It'll come out when the sphincter is flexible to 10 cm, which will also allow for a very quick shit and a thorough cleaning. I suggest to go for a more liquid based diet,makes more sense and less trouble. Again, a detector will make sure nothing happens. Oh, the plug is quite solid and heavy, the standard stainless steel variety, but it allows for air, namely of the stinky variety, to pass throgh a hole in the middle fitted with membranes, so you won't be leaking any foul fluids. Again, you'll learn a routine to avoid accidents like the hole opening, the plug falling out and shitting yourself. Unless, of course, someone might push the button on the remote? Care for a demonstration?"

No, no, please not, Tom remained calm and shook his head. 

"Fair enough. You are diapered at the moment, but I am pleased we don't have to change that now.

Okay, some more things. As you noticed, I was forced to use the education button on the remote. There are 3 levels, you had level 1, and the pain comes from a little electronic gadget inside you. It is amazing how small and powerful rechargeable batteries are these days. But we needed some space and since you don't really need it anymore - you'd be shooting blanks through your new hole anyway, we put it where your prostate used to be. So two of the main cancer spots for males, testcles and prostate, are not going to concern you, and since you're a non-smoker and soon on a healthy diet and exercise regime, you might live a lot longer this way. Anyway, the battery gadget does not only provide the electricity for the impulses and the control of your bladdder, ass and erections, it also serves as a relay station, together with the remote.

Let me explain. The remote itself has a limited range, about 2 metres. 6 feet something. When it gets out of range, your new electronic prostate will for health reasons automatically open both sphincters and your cock gets limb. The same happens, by the way, if the battery in the prostate gets flat. Before it does that fully, it'll send a few warning shocks. So imagine you are asleep and the battery goes down - this way you might address the problem before anything happens. That's helpful, isn't it?

You must be wondering how to recharge the battery. That's even more high tech. It basically works like a power bank. You recharge that like any USB-device. Once it is full, you'll simply put it in overnight. Where? Up your butt, of course. It's about the same size as your daytime plug and it has metal cntacts that will over a number of hours recharge your prostate battery. The current is so small, it goes through the tissue (ctd.....)