RUBBER SARGE put away the razor and took out some sort of device about the size of a transistor radio. It had four small dials on it, and some terminals. It reminded me of a voltage tester. RUBBER SARGE untangled a handful of wires and little velcro straps. I watched it all in the mirror, my curiosity increasing as my head cleared more and more. My cock was mostly soft now - I knew enough to know that men almost always lost their erections under anesthesia. But it began to rise again as RUBBER SARGE wrapped the elastic velcro straps around my cock, one around the base of my cock and balls, and one around the tip of my cock, just under the glans. I could see snaps on the straps, and wondered what they were for. I soon found out. RUBBER SARGE took a couple of wires with snaps on them and snapped them onto the straps. Then he connected the other ends to the little box. 'What - ' I began. 'Hush!' admonished RUBBER SARGE. And he flipped a switch. Suddenly, I felt a strong tingling in my cock. It pulsed in a fairly fast rhythm, and once I got over the novelty of it, it felt very good. My cock sprang quickly to life. RUBBER SARGE adjusted the dials, and the pulsing increased in strength, and the rhythm accelerated. My cock jumped in concert with the pulses.
'You've never played with electricity, BOI?' asked ALI. I shook my head. He went on to explain. 'This is a TENS unit. It delivers a highly controlled electrical signal that is normally used to block nerve impulses. It's supposed to be used by people with intractable pain. But of course it didn't take long to find other uses for it.' RUBBER SARGE reached into a drawer and pulled out a bright chrome butt plug. My eyes must have bugged out, because RUBBER SARGE and CHEMICAL ALI both chuckled. 'Don't worry, BOI. Trust us.'
Whether I did or not was irrelevant at this point, as I could hardly have done anything about it, trussed up as I was, when RUBBER SARGE lubed it up and shoved it up my ass. It was heavy and cold and unyielding, and at first I didn't like it. But it warmed up and I began to enjoy it. While the pulsing in my dick was nice, it had not brought me close to the brink of orgasm. But it had been keeping me fairly hot and bothered. I squirmed a bit in pleasure, and was not surprised when RUBBER SARGE brought out another wire and attached it to the outside of the butt plug.
He slowly turned a dial, and I felt my ass muscles pulsing along with my cock under the electrical control of the box. It felt almost as if they were doing it by themselves, but I could also faintly feel the tingling of the electricity, deep within me. It seemed to be directly centered in my prostate, and the feeling was extremely erotic. RUBBER SARGE put the finishing touch on the scene by slipping a black molded rubber sheath over my cock and balls. It fit tightly around the base of my balls, and it covered up the straps and the wires. All I could see was the black rubber.
Now I was in danger of coming from the pulsing electricity. RUBBER SARGE noticed this and turned down the intensity and the rate of the pulses to keep me hard without making me come. I writhed with pleasure, or tried to. I couldn't move much. RUBBER SARGE left the controls for the TENS unit and came to the head of the table alongside ALI.
CHEMICAL ALI took another hose and connected it to my mask. I watched in the mirror as he lifted the other end of the hose where I could see it. Then he cupped his hand over it. Surprised, I tried to take a breath. The mask suctioned onto my face. The harder I tried to breathe in, the harder it clamped down. For a moment, I panicked. I began to struggle against the rubber bonds that held me to the table, for the moment forgetting about the pulsing in my cock and ass. Suddenly I could breathe again. ALI had removed his hand. I took a couple of deep breaths and began to feel silly for panicking. 'Never played breath control games, eh, BOI?' asked ALI.
I shook my head--or tried to. But he understood. 'Let's try another variation and see how you like that instead,' said ALI.
He pulled out a large 5-liter breathing bag. I knew what he had in mind, and instinctively took a deep breath right before he cinched it onto the end of the hose. I exhaled. The bag inflated, and ALI lifted it up where I could see it.
I knew he was going to test my endurance, so I inhaled very gently, and tried to conserve what air I had. The bag deflated only a little. I tried to slow my breathing down, tried to relax as much as I could. I watched the bag carefully, trying not to let it deflate below a certain size. For about a minute, I think, I held my own. I took shallow breaths and tried to ignore the burning in my lungs as the carbon dioxide built up. But as the air became staler, my breathing, of its own accord, sped up and deepened. After another minute I was straining as my lungs inhaled and exhaled to their capacity, faster and faster. The bag was jumping madly now, and in spite of the electric pulsing, my cock began to soften. ALI pulled the bag off and I gulped fresh air.
'That was very impressive, BOI,' said ALI, 'You lasted more than two minutes.' He took the hose off the mask so I could breathe easier. They let me rest for a few minutes while the TENS unit brought my cock back to full hardness. When ALI was convinced I had regained my breath, he reconnected the hose to my mask, and stuck the other end into his rubber jock. The odor of man and rubber mingled in the mask, and I inhaled greedily. I closed my eyes and sniffed, and suddenly I was surprised by a gentle touch on my nipples as RUBBER SARGE began to play with them. I moaned in pleasure.
But now ALI had another game in mind. While RUBBER SARGE kept me squirming, he put the rebreather bag down on the table, and disappeared into the dark. He came back with what looked like a whipped cream dispenser. He also had a small box of little silver cartridges. I knew what these were: they were small canisters of nitrous oxide, used in making whipped cream. I'd played with them from time to time over the years. I smiled within the mask--I really liked nitrous oxide.
ALI unscrewed the cover of the dispenser and dropped in a canister. He screwed the cover down, and I could hear the hiss of the gas filling the dispenser. ALI picked up the rebreather bag, inserted the nozzle of the dispenser into it, and pressed the plunger. The gas began to fill the bag. He pinched the neck of the bag shut with a clothespin, and put another canister in the dispenser, cracked it, and filled the bag some more. Three canisters and the five-liter bag was full. ALI clipped off the neck of the bag and carried it over to me. RUBBER SARGE pulled the sheath off my cock, and undid the strap around my glans. He left the one around the base of my cock, and the butt plug stayed where it was. 'We're going to play that game again,' said ALI, 'but this time you'll find it more fun, I think.' And he pulled the hose out of his rubber-clad crotch. In a moment he had the bag on the end of the hose.
I took a cautious breath, and the sweet cherry taste of nitrous filled my mouth and nose. I exhaled again, took another shallow breath, exhaled slowly, and my ears began to buzz. With one hand ALI held the bag right up in front of my eyes, and with the other he reached over and pressed down hard on my mask. I felt a sudden increase in the pulsing in my cock and asshole - RUBBER SARGE had cranked up both the intensity and frequency of the pulses. It was painful, but the pain passed quickly as the nitrous began to have its effect.
I felt RUBBER SARGE's lubed hand on my cock. He began stroking the length of it, slowly at first but quickly increasing in speed. I fell very quickly into intoxication. The lack of oxygen and the build-up of carbon dioxide forced my breathing to go faster and deeper, and the bag began to expand and contract hugely. My ears roared and I tingled all over as my vision began to white out. My asshole pulsed with the electric buttplug, and RUBBER SARGE worked my cock faster and faster with long, strong strokes. Time seemed to slow, and my eyes and attention, of their own accord, focused on the bag. ALI said something, and I had trouble hearing it--it was lost in the echoing ringing of my ears. But it finally filtered through my eroding consciousness: "Come now, BOI. Come now!" The strokes came to a crescendo, and in a huge rush of intensity I came, and it was as if the entire universe came with me, and I was...
I must have passed out from the nitrous and lack of oxygen, because I found myself waking up. There was no hose on the mask and I was breathing fresh air. I took stock of myself and found that the remaining electrode was gone from my cock. The butt plug was gone too. RUBBER SARGE must have removed them quickly, as I couldn't have been out for more than a minute. RUBBER SARGE and ALI were out beyond the light. I could see vague shapes moving in the darkness, but I couldn't make out what they were up to. The lights came up one of the sides of the room that had been in darkness.
This time I saw a whole collection of what looked like medical equipment: tubing, enema bags, I.V. stands, pans and trays full of shiny instruments, and - my eye was instantly drawn to them - a whole collection of gasmasks and anesthesia and oxygen masks. I stared at the medical masks. There must have been ten of them, in different sizes and styles. Most of them were black, but some were light grey or transparent plastic. I saw one in particular that really caught my eye: a huge black one with chrome fittings that would probably cover half my face. But it was not with these that ALI intended to play, or at least not yet. Instead, he wheeled over an I.V. stand next to the table. RUBBER SARGE came back from another room with a large rubber enema bag full of liquid, and he hung this from the stand. I looked at the size of the bag, and tried to imagine all of that going into me, and I began to have real doubts. RUBBER SARGE then hung a clear I.V. bag of saline from the stand next to the enema bag. What did they intend to do with that? I knew better than to try to talk, but watched with some trepidation as ALI and RUBBER SARGE brought over trays covered with pieces of cloth. ALI whisked one of these away to reveal a couple of coils of amber-colored rubber tubing and a complicated looking nozzle. ALI held it up.
It was about a foot long and had a couple of squeeze bulbs attached to it, and I couldn't begin to imagine what they were for. "This is called a Bardex catheter, BOI," said ALI. "I think you'll find this to be an interesting experience..." He squirted a bit of lube on it and carefully inserted it up my ass. It seemed to go quite deeply into me. When CHEMICAL ALI had it positioned where he wanted it, he began to squeeze one of the bulbs. Within me, I felt the end of the tube expand like a balloon, preventing it from coming out. He puffed the bulb a few more times, and it swelled tightly inside me - which actually felt pretty nice. I got another surprise when CHEMICAL ALI started squeezing the other bulb. Another balloon, this time just outside my anus, began to expand, locking the nozzle in place in my asshole, which closed down comfortably in the narrow space between the swollen balloons. I smiled inside my mask and my dick began to get hard again. I liked this part! RUBBER SARGE attached a Y-connector to the Bardex and attached both rubber tubes to it, which he clamped off with little chrome clamps. One tube went into a drain in the floor. The second was connected to the enema bag. CHEMICAL ALI unclamped one of the tubes and I felt the warm water start flowing into me. The pressure was slight at first, but it began to grow. Just before it became painful, he clamped off the tube again.
The Bardex kept the liquid sealed inside me, and I wondered how long they were going to leave me like this, as it was fairly uncomfortable. RUBBER SARGE brought over another tray while CHEMICAL ALI went and stood behind me again. I heard him open the plastic jar on his ethyl apparatus and then the sound of the spray can. He stroked my head gently and said, "This next part can be a little uncomfortable, so I'm going to give you a shot of ethyl." He connected the hose to my mask, and I heard the hiss of the air cylinder. The bag filled and the odor of the ethyl filled my mask, and after a couple of breaths I was once again tingling all over. Under the influence of the vapor the fullness in my colon seemed to dissipate, so that I hardly noticed it. But after only a few more breaths the flow stopped and the hose was gone. I was still quite numb, though, and I was glad of it when ALI began the next phase of the scene.
RUBBER SARGE pulled the cover off another tray, revealing a coil of clear thin tubing, and a long, very thin curved latex catheter. There was also some sort of syringe. ALI took the syringe in one had and my cock in the other. If it hadn't been for the fact that I was three miles high on ethyl I would have been quite scared. But I had no reason to fear - there was no needle on the syringe, just a blunt tip. He inserted this in my urethra and squirted the contents of the syringe into it. Then he picked up the catheter and began feeding it inch by inch into my dick. An impossible length disappeared into me, and it felt like he would never stop. In spite of the scariness of the situation, or maybe because of the ethyl, I became hard in ALI's hands, and he frowned a bit - this must have made it more difficult to do what he was doing. But he managed to finish feeding the length of it in, and then he pulled out another syringe which he attached to a port on the catheter. I felt something odd, and ALI told me that there was a balloon on this one as well, and that it could not be pulled out until it had been deflated. RUBBER SARGE ran the clear tubing from the catheter to the I.V. bag and started the flow. I suddenly felt a great need to pee, and realized that ALI was filling my bladder with saline.
The fullness became greater and greater, and ALI carefully pressed his hand down just above my pubic bone to feel how full I was. When he was satisfied, he clamped off the flow. Then he and RUBBER SARGE stepped away, and vanished into the dark. I lay there for a while, the fullness in my colon and in my bladder getting more and more uncomfortable by the minute. I wondered where they were and what they were doing. If it weren't for the balloons on the bardex and the foley, I would certainly have lost control. But they effectively sealed the liquids inside me. Where were they? I tried to calculate how long they had been gone--it must have been at least fifteen minutes so far.
I looked around me as far as my range of movement would allow, and saw no sign of them. And the pressure was causing me pain now, real pain. I squirmed a bit in protest, and realized that that only made it worse. So I concentrated on the mask I was wearing, feeling it press into my face. Trying to imagine it delivering the tang of ethyl chloride, or the sweetness of nitrous, or even the heavy cloying vapor of ether instead of the plain air I was getting. I focused my attention on my breathing, and tried to take long, slow breaths.
As the time passed I began to realize that this was a challenge. They were testing my endurance, my capacity for pain, and perhaps my confidence in them. They were demonstrating that they were in charge, that I wasn't in control.
Would I call out? Would I break the rule about no talking? The pressure was almost unbearable now, and I was starting to cramp a bit from the enema. My bladder ached. I steeled myself to take whatever they were dishing out. But a tiny voice in the back of my mind whispered fearful thoughts. They're gone. They've left. Look at yourself in the mirror--they left you in this condition, and they've gone away. It's been an hour or more--where are they? They could have dressed and gone by now... Which I knew was silly. I had to be patient. I had to be strong. And I was.
When I felt I couldn't take any more, and I was almost ready to call for them to end the scene, they suddenly reappeared. I knew that they had been standing just out of view, watching me from the darkness. "You are very brave, BOI," said ALI. For twenty minutes you stayed silent and you didn't move and you didn't panic. If you had, the scene would have been over." He smiled. "But you passed, and now you get to experience one more thing..." Twenty minutes! I was sure it had been hours! I was glad he was pleased, but the pressure within me was extreme, and I wanted it relieved.
I was sure he was going to do that. But I was wrong. Instead, RUBBER SARGE brought one more tray from medical side of the room, and he placed it on the cart. Removing the cover, I saw some fearful-looking long needles, a bottle of alcohol, and a small box. Now, I'm not entirely a coward, and there are a lot of kinky things that turn me on. But I wasn't sure I liked the idea of needles. What did they intend to do to me? ALI looked serious.
"Well, BOI, you have had your fun, and now it's time we had ours. Now you must pay the price for the pleasure you have had." My heart began to race. What had I gotten myself into? Who were these people, really? RUBBER SARGE picked up one of the needles. It was at least six inches long and bright chrome and looked very sharp indeed. He held it up in the light, and it glistened. He grinned a very scary grin. And suddenly it dawned on me that I might be in serious trouble. I didn't like what I was seeing, and I began to have very strong doubts indeed.
I heard the sound of the spray can behind me, and it seemed to go on a long time. How much was he putting in there? I quietly began testing my bonds for weaknesses. I heard the hiss of air, and ALI quickly slipped the hose back on my mask. The bag inflated, and I began to struggle. I tried to hold my breath, in spite of the fact that the siren-call of my fetish urged me to breathe the divine vapor. I tried kicking my feet out of the stirrups, but they didn't budge. The pressure in my bladder became intensely painful. I wanted to yell, to call for help, but I knew I would have to breathe to do that. ALI and RUBBER SARGE both watched impassively as I struggled, and I noticed that they both had huge hard-ons. They were enjoying this! I tried twisting my arms and torso around, but that didn't work either. And I mistakenly gulped a small breath. The ethyl vapor was strong!
My head began spinning. I felt the pressure lessen in my colon and in my bladder, but I knew that was just because of the numbness that was beginning to creep over me. I tried moving my jaw back and forth to get the mask off, but ALI held out his hand and pressed down hard, very hard. My ears were ringing, and my lungs burned from holding my breath. I couldn't help myself! I breathed! A huge burst of ethyl hit me, and my head swam and my ears roared. I saw RUBBER SARGE move toward me with the needle, and I tried weakly to struggle.
But then my senses were swimming and the danger seemed far away. A still voice deep inside me said, "relax." Or maybe the voice came from outside. I don't know. The pain from the catheters was vanishing and it seemed to be taking forever for the gas to have its effect. The tingling was stronger than I ever remember it, and I fought it every inch of the way. But it crept up and crept up and soon I was drifting and spinning and there was a distant sharp pain in my nose and then everything went away except the sound and the feeling, and...
I think I almost woke up once. I remember feeling my head being lifted up, and opening my eyes and seeing a long shiny needle protruding from either side of my nostrils. And then I realized that they were stuck through somebody's nose. And then I realized that they were MY nose, and I wondered why it didn't hurt, and then a mask descended over my face again, there was a far-off hiss and another wave of ethyl hit me and I fell again, deeper and deeper and...
I woke up. I drifted slowly up from wherever I had been, and realized I was no longer bound. My bladder and colon were empty and the catheters were gone. I was naked under a sheet, and RUBBER SARGE and ALI were busy cleaning up and putting away various items. I raised my head a little and realized there was something hanging from my nose. I touched it gently with my fingers and realized it was a solid metal septum ring!. RUBBER SARGE came over. "See?" he grinned. "That didn't hurt a bit." I gingerly touched the ring, but even the gentle touch sent ripples of pain through my nose and made my eyes water. "Souvenir!" said ALI, as he came back to the table. "RUBBER SARGE does piercing for a living, and I told him you'd like it." I smiled. I should have known better than to say anything in my emails to CHEMICAL ALI about an interest in a nose ring.
I tentatively explored my new stainless steel ring again. As my mind cleared from the last vestiges of the ethyl chloride I could feel a slight sting coming from the piercing and the weight of the new metal. Yes, it was the perfect souvenir of the experience I had just undergone. Rubber bondage nearly to mummification. A gasmask strapped to my face. Breath control. Black rubber anesthesia with ethyl chloride and nitrous oxide. Electrical stimulation of my ass and cock. Complete control of my bodily functions with a foley catheter and a bardex enema tube. All of it culminated by the unexpected gift and experience of having my septum pierced while in a twilight state of half-awareness. All in all, quite an extraordinary day.
CHEMICAL ALI came over to the padded table where I was laying and smiled at me. 'Are you feeling back to normal now, BOI?' I assured him I did. He peered into my eyes for a long moment and then nodded. 'Good,' he said, and helped me to sit up. I looked to where RUBBER SARGE had been standing, and he was gone.
'Don't forget, before you leave you must have RUBBER SARGE give you care instructions for your new piercing.' While ALI had been clearly in charge and orchestrated the whole experience I had just undergone, RUBBER SARGE had assisted him. And part of the arrangement between us was that I would remain and assist ALI in giving RUBBER SARGE his scene. I was only too happy to oblige.
I asked ALI where RUBBER SARGE was.
'I sent him upstairs for a break while I cleaned up down here. I assume you will help me as I asked?' I nodded and grinned. 'Absolutely!'
ALI smiled back, then became somber. 'RUBBER SARGE's tastes overlap yours to a certain extent, which is why I invited him to help me here today. I knew he would understand your needs, and you his. But I am in charge here, and you must follow my orders exactly, only using your initiative when called upon to do so. Is that understood?' His icy blue eyes bored into mine. I nodded. 'Understood. I can't thank you enough for what you did for me.' He smiled again, and the ice melted.
'Excellent! RUBBER SARGE likes you, and is definitely turned on by you. That can help us a lot with his session.'
'What are we going to do to him?' I asked, my curiosity burning.
ALI's mouth quirked up at the corner. 'I think we'll leave that as a surprise to you both. Trust me when I say that you'll get whatever information you need as you need it. But for now, you can help me with this.' He led me to the operating table in the middle of the room, and reached down and unlatched something.
The table moved on its wheels, and he had me push it into the corner. Then he pulled back a curtain on another corner, and I gasped. The light picked out what could have been a dental chair designed by a seriously twisted dentist with a rubber fetish. It was an old-fashioned vertical dental chair with a headrest, but every metal part had been chromed. the padded parts were done in what felt like black neoprene. It had attachments that the original designers would not have recognized. There were tiedown rings all over it. Like the operating table, it gleamed. It was on wheels, and ALI and I pulled it to the center of the room under the light.
He turned a lever and it lowered down onto the floor onto sturdy feet. ALI pointed to a cart covered with a cloth, and I brought it over next to the chair. ALI lifted the cover, and I saw a large brown glass bottle and a folded gauze pad about six inches square. I looked at the bottle, which had no label. But I suspected what was inside.
'RUBBER SARGE has given me a challenge,' said ALI, as he fingered the top of the bottle. 'He wishes to be surprised. Part of his fantasy is to be... abducted. Specifically, he wishes to be taken by surprise with chloroform, just like in the movies. He wishes to be rendered unconscious and helpless, then be bound, mildly abused, and forced to orgasm.' He indicated the chair. 'He will wake up in this.' 'Forced to orgasm?' I asked.
ALI smiled. 'Well, he may not fight very hard. But the idea is that I, and not he, will determine when he is to reach orgasm.' I thought about the scene he was outlining. I was getting a hard-on just thinking about it - and I wouldn't have minded having it done to me. I imagined CHEMICAL ALI's strong arms grabbing me from behind, the cloth slapped over my face. The struggle not to breathe the vapor...whew! CHEMICAL ALI noticed my far-away look. He laughed. 'Don't get carried away, because you're the one who is going to take RUBBER SARGE by surprise.' I blinked. I hadn't been expecting that.
'You see, RUBBER SARGE has been here before. He knows what's coming. The challenge is to find a way to surprise him. He'll be expecting me to move on him every second I'm near him. But he won't suspect you.' I could see the sense in that. And it sounded like a great deal of fun. But I was hesitant. 'I've never done this before. How do I do it? What if I give him too much?'
'No need to fear. I'll give you the cloth with the right amount on it, and I'll be waiting nearby to take over once he's down. Will you do it?' I nodded. This would certainly be interesting! 'What do you want me to do?'
'RUBBER SARGE is out in the 'Yard now. I told him his session will start in a couple of hours, to give you time to recover, and that I would be having him do a run to pick up some supplies from a pharmacy beforehand. You will have to use your initiative and find some way to get close to him, then take him down.' My mind began to race with ideas. 'Okay,' I said, smiling, but can I put on something if I have to go outside?'
'Of course – try these on for size,' he said, casually tossing a skimpy pair of latex shorts my way. I struggled into them and crammed my cock and balls into the little pouch. They made quite the bulging package in the gear Meanwhile, ALI opened the bottle of chloroform and tipped enough liquid on the cloth to wet a spot the size of a quarter. It didn't look like much to me, but he was the expert.
I asked ALI for a plastic bag, and put the rolled-up cloth inside. I put the whole thing into the front waistband of the shorts and made my way through the public part of the dungeon and up a short flight of stairs that lead to the basement door and out onto the fenced in courtyard. It was payback time.
(Cellblock cannot claim full authorship of this diary entry. While sections of this entry originate at the 'Block, other sections originate in an email. 'Block staff welcome diary entries from our followers and will attribute authorship to submissions if requested to do so. Sarge D)
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