The Hellspawn Procedure
Warning! The following story contains themes that are truly dark and twisted. Reader discretion is advised.
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Bored. So completely and utterly bored. That was the only feeling he felt nowadays, and he was sick of it. James was, by all standards, a very privileged individual. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth into a family owning several businesses, he had not exactly experienced any hardships, but rather the opposite. He had lived that type life to its fullest, down to bullion spoons, weekly golf rounds and a seldom visited garage full of expensive cars he bragged about but never drove.
But even the luxuries of modern society lose their appeal after a while. For the last few years, he had felt himself becoming more apathetic. He was no longer as young as used to, and no longer craved the fleeting pleasures he once did. His marriage had grown cold, and he and his wife had fallen into a routine that did not really excite any of them, but they kept going through the motions all the same. In the bedroom, he and his wife had always been, as it was called in their circles, ‘an adventurous’ couple. This included the usual run of the mill kinky toys and BDSM equipment. But even this had gone stale after a while. A few years ago, they had both also joined an exclusive fetish and BDSM club only open to the higher echelons of society, which had been fun for a while. Lately however, they had not attended any events, instead simply existing and going through their gray days of meetings and outings without reflection or excitement. This mundane existence however, was about to change.
It was like any other tuesday when James received a text message from the club, offering him an invitation to an event the upcoming weekend, sent by the club owner himself from his personal account. This was very out of the ordinary, usually the invitations did not come directly from the owner, and certainly not from the owner’s personal account. This intrigued James. The invitation was cryptic, but mentioned that only a select few of the club’s members had been issued an invitation, to not speak of the event to anyone and that black tie with the addition of identity-concealing headwear was advisable for the event. James knew what that meant all right, he had done enough dirty business dealings to know that this was not about integrity, but rather something dirty on the fringes of the law. Feeling very curious he asked his wife that evening if they should go, and sharing his curiosity, she agreed. He sure hoped this was worth their time, and that he had not fallen victim to some new marketing scheme by the owner. He could be a devious fiend when he wanted to.
The week crept by and James did not really think about the upcoming weekend that much. His initial curiosity had died down, and now he was instead feeling a bit grumpy and half wished that they had declined. However, as they did not have any other plans there were no real reason not to go. He and his wife got ready for the evening, bringing with them a pair of old-fashioned masquerade masks to cover their faces. They were very garish; adorned with real black feathers and lavishly decorated with rhinestones. But they did hide their faces well and since no one would know it was them anyway, neither of them cared about looking foolish.
The club was located at the outskirts of their local city, in a block of what had previously been factory buildings, but that had now been repurposed to offices and a few shops. Both having to show their invitations to get in, they were led to one of the largest rooms inside the club, which was called the theatre. It was called so because it was a large room with a slightly raised stage at the far end, and comfortable arm chairs and sofas stood in rows facing it. Most of the furniture was black leather, apart from the front rows, which were instead sporting dark red velvet fabric. This room was usually used for demonstrations and ceremonies. This evening, a strange metal frame was standing on the stage, it did not look like any equipment James had ever seen before. Feeling his curiosity returning, he hoped to the evening would be entertaining. The room was filled by a fair number of other people, some wearing masks like they were, other fashioning hoods or simply sunglasses. Some of them were obviously devoted followers of a BDSM lifestyle, as various slaves clad in leather and rubber could be seen sitting on the floor in front of their owners. All in all there were maybe around forty or fifty people there. As it turned out, James and his wife were some of the last to arrive, and soon after having sat down the club owner entered onto the stage.
“Welcome, welcome, my dear ladies and gentlemen! Welcome, to what I hope will be an exciting night to remember.” He smiled broadly and held his arms out wide. The club owner was a very tall and good looking man, sporting his usual leather tuxedo and his bald head freshly shined. “And you, my dear visitors, have been carefully selected for this evening. I do apologize for having been so coy with you all. The reason is that what you all will witness here tonight is of a caliber that not everyone can stomach, and that only appeals to those who have an acquired taste for the more finer arts of cruelty and ownership.” The club owner showed his teeth in a slightly evil grin and looked out to the sea of hidden faces looking up at him. Many of the people seemed to be a bit tense, but there was a palpable hunger and curiosity in the air. James thought briefly about what club owner had just said, and wondered if he indeed fit the description. He had for a time received quite a reputation within the club for being a harsh master, but he had never really considered owning a slave, being more of an occasional role player.
A man wearing a white doctor’s coat had appeared next to the stage. “Tonight”, the club owner went on, “you will all witness the creation of a new kind of toy, the first of its kind, and it is all thanks to our guest of honor. Allow me to introduce to you all: Dr. Clark.” The club owner started applauding and gestured for the man in the coat to come up on the stage. “Dr. Clark is the reason we are all here tonight, and we are very lucky indeed to have him as a guest for what I am sure will be a memorable evening!”, the club owner finished and stepped down to stand right next to the stage. The audience joined him in the applause.
“Thank you, thank you all”, said Dr. Clark with what was a mature and calming voice. He had a classically handsome face, sporting an elegant short haircut and a few days of stubble. “I am honored to have been invited to your fine establishment for the evening. As you just heard, my name is Dr. Clark and I am surgeon that have for the last few years specialized in plastic surgery. In my private time however, I have enjoyed opportunity to apply my knowledge and skills to more devious ideas than tucking chins and straightening noses. It is that which leads me here today. I have been preparing for this day for a long time and hope it shall be successful. Allow me to bring in the main star of the show.” He clapped his hands twice. Four people appeared, each carrying the corner of a large metal stretcher, upon which someone was laying. They went upon the stage and fastened the stretcher into the metal frame. The frame allowed for the stretcher to be moved and rotated. After having locked it into place, the stretcher was tilted up to a standing position, so that everyone in the audience could see. “Ladies and gentlemen”, said Dr. Clark. “Tonight’s star!” Bound to the stretcher with several thick leather straps was a man. A very large and very tall man. He had a very muscular body, large areas of which was covered in dark tattoos. His head was shaved bald and his face looked harsh and rugged, featuring several scars. The man had his eyes closed. He was not awake. “This is David.” Dr. Clark moved close to the man and slapped him on his bald head. The audience was now paying him their fullest attention. They all wondered what was going to happen to David.
“David here, has a tragic backstory. Raised as a religious extremist, he grew up to become quite the fanatic, and over the last few years committed a series of gruesome murders in the name of his faith. Murders for which he was a few weeks ago found guilty of, with the resulting punishment of being sent… to death row.” Dr. Clark paused to let the audience take in what he had just said. The atmosphere in the room changed rapidly. It was very still, and there was a clear sense amongst many of the onlookers that sinister things were in the making. “However, due to a few useful contacts of mine, the injection that was supposed to have ended his life this morning did not actually do so, being replaced as it was with a narcotic instead. This proved effective enough to fool those involved, and thanks to my contact, he did not end up in the morgue. Instead, he is here tonight at as the first candidate for my new procedure.” Dr. Clark walked across the stage, his voice quivering with excitement and… something akin to malice. “Tonight, I will end his sad existence and he will reborn as… a creature that will know nothing but pain and suffering; an object, true to the word”, Dr. Clark exclaimed. A few murmurs swept through the audience as a swift breeze. Some were evidently not comfortable with the morality of the situation, but transfixed enough to not object, and curious enough to want to stay. James felt a tingle in his crotch area. He was starting to get aroused.
“You see”, Dr. Clark continued, as an assistant now rolled trolleys with medical equipment out to stand next to the stage. “For the past few years I have been experimenting with a formula for a new type of, for lack of a better word, silicone. A silicone that is a mix of silicone and glue, that grafts together with living tissue, is durable and strong enough to hold its shape, and do not pose any risk of rejection from the body. It is this formula that is allowing the transformation you will all witness tonight to be possible.” Dr. Clark moved to the edge of the stage and picked up a metal instrument. “I will use this silicone to strip away his senses, reducing him to an object that will not be able to experience any pleasure. Only pain.” He smiled as he glanced over all of the transfixed faces watching him.
Dr. Clark moved on the stage so that he was standing next to the frame holding the unconscious man. An assistant had moved up beside him, holding a tray of several syringes, filled with the silicone he had just mentioned. “The first thing I will do, is to take away its hearing. This object will not have any need for being able to hear any instruction, nor anything else.” As he spoke, Dr. Clark had moved up and peered into the man’s ear, using a small flashlight to look into the ear canal. “To achieve this, I will simply start by rupturing the ear drum”, he continued to say as inserted a scalpel in the ear and made a few delicate stabs. “And then”, he said and put the scalpel down on the tray and raised one of the syringes. “I will inject the silicone to fill up the entire ear cavity. The silicone will adhere and graft together with the tissue; you can think of it as the ultimate ear plug. It will also go so deep and fill up the cavity so much that when the body tries to heal the damage, it will not be able to, as the silicone is blocking the way. This will result in utter and complete loss of hearing. The ear will simply not be able to detect any sound waves at all, and thus not send any signals to the brain: dead silence”, Dr. Clark continued to explain as he emptied the first syringe into the ear, guiding his aim with the flashlight. He then picked up a second syringe and continued to fill the man’s ear. “Upon exposure to the air, the silicone begins a hardening process, becoming firmer. It will still be somewhat flexible when this process is complete however, which takes a few minutes to complete, and until that moment, it simply needs to be held in place.” He picked up a small rubber plug which he showed to the audience, before proceeding to place it carefully into the man’s ear, holding the silicone in place as it hardened. As Dr. Clark and his assistant moved over to the other side of the body to repeat the same steps for the other ear, James looked around the audience. Most of the onlookers were completely transfixed, sitting still as statues, simply gazing on the events unfolding. However, he did notice that a couple of people were slowly caressing their crotches. He was not the only one who found this extreme version of objectification deeply erotic.
“Another nice feature of this silicone”, Dr. Clark lectured as he worked on the other ear. “Is that in addition to it being flexible, it has the same density as human flesh. And as it grafts together with the tissues it touches, this means that it is not possible to feel where the body ends and the silicone begins. It will not feel like there is anything touching the skin, rather it will simply feel like an inert extension of the body itself.” After placing a second rubber plug in the man’s other ear, Dr. Clark put down his instruments on the tray and addressed the audience. “Well, that takes care of the hearing. Now let us move onto the the difficult part, removing its ability to taste, talk, eat and smell.” As he spoke, the assistant busied himself by bringing a tray full of rubber tubing. James’ underwear was feeling definitely too tight now, not helped by the faint moan he heard from someone a few seats away.
Dr. Clark picked up one of the black rubber tubes from the tray. “In order to achieve this, and make it permanent, no less, I have had to apply considerable ingenuity. These tubes are mostly rubber, but they have a middle layer consisting of a glass fibre mesh. This makes it so that the tubes retains some flexibility and can be squished somewhat, but never to the point of actually closing. I have measured these out to fit this specimen specifically, and see here”, he held up one of the ends of the tube in his hands, showing it to the audience. “The end has been carefully rounded, in order to not irritate the tissue around it.” James saw that the other end of the tubes however, had metal bits attached to them, but Dr. Clark did not mention what they were for.
“For this part of the procedure, the object needs to be laying down, but fear not, we have this covered so that you can still see what is going on.”, said Dr. Clark and gave a nod to the club owner. The club owner gestured to a few people James could not see, and in seconds a rolling stand with a giant TV appeared next to the stage. A second assistant appeared and picked up a camera that was connected to the TV, allowing the audience to now see what was being filmed. As this happened, Dr. Clark rotated the stretcher in the metal frame that held the man so that he was now laying down.
“This is a tricky operation, since the epiglottis in the throat is not keen to allow passage to both the esophagus and the lungs at once. But luckily, four hands are able to achieve what two are not.” Dr. Clark said, and gestured with his head towards his medical assistant. James watched as Dr. Clark and his assistant started feeding the rubber tubing into the mouth and nose of the man, using lube to make them go in easier. The assistant was taking care of the mouth, and Dr. Clark operated the tubes in the man’s nose both at once. Dr. Clark and his assistant communicated in silent mumbles as the audience watch with rapt attention what was happening on the TV screen. The tubing was slowly but surely entering deeper and deeper. At one time, the man’s gag reflex was triggered by the tubing being shoved down his throat and his body twitched. James looked down into his lap and found that his hand was stroking his cock through his trousers. He was not aware of even having started doing so.
After a few minutes, the rubber tubing was finally in place. Two rubber tubes were now entered completely through the man’s nose down into his lungs. The last bit of the tubes were clad in metal, giving the impression that the man had nostrils of steel. The tube sticking out of its mouth still went out past its teeth. “Now comes the most crucial part, filling its mouth with silicone with letting any enter down into its stomach or lungs.”, said Dr. Clark as he and his assistant went to fetch a new set of tools from the trolleys next to the stage. The audience watched as the assistant now placed a metal instrument to the mouth, touching both rows of teeth. It was then carefully expanded, forcing the mouth open by pushing on the top and bottom teeth, so that the man’s mouth was gaping as wide as it could. “The contraption my assistant is now attaching is only temporary, it forces the mouth open to its fullest, and will also hold the tongue in place”, Dr. Clark said. The audience saw on the TV as the assistant pulled the tongue out of the mouth, and fixed it in place with a small clamp on a metal arm in the middle of the contraption. The mouth was now wide open, and the tongue was sticking out of the middle of it, together with the rubber tube leading down to the stomach.
“The tubing in its throat does a good job of blocking the passages, however, there is still the possibility of some silicone trickling past it. To remedy this, I need to compress the throat around the tubing for the time being”, said Dr. Clark and started wrap a roll of elastic cloth bandage around the throat and neck, as the assistant held up the head. “The problem with this of course, is that it also blocks the blood flow, so we need to work quickly. The rubber tubes will not be compressed however, thanks to their mesh interior, so breathing will continue as normal.” He nodded to the assistant to bring him a tray with syringes of silicone. Both he and his assistant started to simultaneously fill the oral cavity with silicone. They started by directing the silicone down into the throat, but then also injected it around the rubber tubes in the nose to fill up the sinuses. James watched in awe as the pool of silicone in the mouth started to rise. They both stopped when it had risen high enough to reach the corners of the mouth, and no more could be filled in without spilling out. A bit of the man’s tongue was sticking up through the pool of silicone together with the black rubber tube leading to the stomach. “Every last bit of the oral and nasal cavity, including the sinuses, are filled with silicone. It will no longer be able to smell, taste, talk, swallow, or even to move its jaw as it will be fixed in this open position permanently.” One of the rubber slaves sitting on the floor in front of its master a few rows away from James could not help itself, but let out a definite, horny squeal. Its master quickly slapped its hooded head to quieten it. James could see that a few other slaves in the room too were quivering with excitement. Up on the stage, Dr. Clark smiled. “It will not even be able moan anymore, as the vocal folds have been frozen in place by the silicone and cannot come together to give voice.”
Going over to the trolleys, Dr. Clark picked up a large bit of what looked like lump of black rubber. The assistant in charge of the camera kept filming the man’s mouth as the silicone in its mouth was going through its hardening process. “While my assistants keep an eye on its head, I shall turn my attention elsewhere. Touch will of course be one of its remaining senses, but I think we can all agree that an object has no use for its hands. These are specially designed mittens which will take care of that.” He held up the lump of rubber and showed it to the audience. “They too consist mainly of rubber, and has the same mesh as the tubing, giving them a firm structure. The outside is covered with a layer of high quality leather, to protect the rubber. And see here, the bit that goes around wrist has metal attachments that will be fastened to this.” He picked up a second object from the trolley. It was a heavy duty metal wrist cuff, opening with a hinge. “Naturally, it will welded shut when we are done here today, for now though a padlock will have to do. The mittens are snugly designed to keep its hands closed as fists, with its thumbs crumpled in the middle. For good measure though, I will also fill up the mittens with silicone, to make sure that the hands are completely immobilized and cannot even be flexed.” Dr. Clark approached the man and started putting its hand into the rubber mitten, as the assistant in charge of the camera started filming what he was doing, so that the audience could follow the procedure on the TV. “And to be honest with you all… I am not completely sure what will happen with its fingernails. I expect the body will attempt to continue growing them out, even with its hands in this constrained state”, he said thoughtfully as he carefully careened the rubber mitt onto the hand. “That would naturally be quite uncomfortable, but I suppose that even if the nails do pierce the flesh they will stop when eventually hitting bone.” A shiver went through the audience. The level of cruelty this man was capable of casually brushing aside as no more than an afterthought was truly mind-boggling.
After Dr. Clark had attached the mittens, filled them up with silicone and then locked the metal wrist cuffs into place, he and his assistants rotated the stretcher again, so that the man now was in a standing position again, still strapped to the stretcher with its leather straps. The TV and the camera was pushed to the side as they were no longer needed. “Now, ladies and gentlemen, let us talk about the object’s lower regions.” Dr. Clark gestured to the man’s flaccid penis and balls. “I contemplated many different options regarding this area in particular. But in the end, my vision is to create an object incapable of feeling pleasure or excitement and only pain and suffering. To that end, there are some modifications I need to make.” Again, his assistant brought him a tray, carrying more rubber tubing, although not as thick as the one that had been inserted into its mouth and nose. “You see, even if its penis were to be removed, there are still nerves inside the urethra going all the way to the bladder. And we all know it can be pleasurable to urinate sometimes, especially if you have had to hold your bladder for a time. Even that pleasure is out of the question. I want this object to feel nothing of the sort. And naturally, any erection and ejaculation is completely out of the question.” Dr. Clark smiled again as his eyes fell on some of the hooded slaves in the audience staring hungrily at him, their eyes wide beneath their hoods. “To that end, a simple solution will do. This is a catheter that will go all the way into the bladder, and as such the object’s urination can also be controlled. This will allow for urine to pass without interacting with the nerves in the urethra.” He picked up the tubing from the tray. “And on this end, there is a simple cap.” He indicated the metal bit on the end of the tube. It looked like the front part of a metal chastity device. The cap did not connect directly to the catheter however, instead there was a bit of metal pipe between it and the catheter, quite bigger in diameter than the tube. “As you can see, the cap has some length to it. It will allow me to first install the catheter tubing, and then push the penis inside the penile cavity, where it will be secured by the use of yet more silicone, grafting it into place. All that will be visible from the outside is this.” He indicated the front of the metal cap, in the center of which was a small hole with metal plug that screwed into it. “This of course leaves the testicles, but I think we can all agree that while they can be used for pleasure, the opposite is just as true, if not more so.”
Dr. Clark proceeded to insert the catheter with the use of lube, then smothered the man’s penis in his special silicone, and proceeded to push it into the penile cavity. Unfortunately, it was difficult to see what was going on, since Dr. Clark obscured the view when doing this. When he finished and stepped away however, where there had earlier been a flaccid cock, there was now only a small round piece of metal. James clenched his hand into a fist and proceeded to massage his crotch more intensely than before. “And that ladies and gentlemen, means it is time for the final step”, said Dr. Clark and smiled broadly as he gestured to the man’s head again. Time stood still for a second when the audience wondered what the final step would be. They had removed the contraption keeping the jaw open, along with the rubber plugs thad had been in its ears. It was a weird sight. The eyes were closed, two tubes were sticking out of its nose and its mouth wide open, with a rubber tube and tongue sticking out from a large amount of hardened silicone filling the mouth. It was grotesque, yet incredibly arousing. James thought it looked incredible.
While his assistant was going over what they had done so far and double checking that everything was in order, Dr. Clark went and fetched a large black object. He went to the middle of the stage and held it up for everyone to see. It was a thick, heavy duty hood, rather larger than normal. Its back was split in two to allow for it to be installed snugly over the man’s head. A woman in the audience who realized what what was about to happen gasped audibly. Dr. Clark did not say anything, instead he just smiled and then went to fetch a large metal collar that he also held up for the audience to see. It looked so heavy James was impressed that the doctor was able to raise it so easily. They all understood what was going on. This hood was going to be installed in the same manner as the mittens. Dr. Clark joined his assistant by the man and turned the hood inside out. This was difficult, as it was so thick and sturdy it did not want to bend out of shape. Dr. Clark and his assistant proceeded to attach the tubes coming out from the man’s nose and mouth to holes in the hood that had been prepared for them. The metal ends of the tubes slid perfectly into place, being visible as three dots of light in the otherwise black mass that was the frontside of the hood. Together, Dr. Clark and his assistant peeled the hood over the head, and used some silicone on the back seam to glue into permanently into place. The assistant held the hood in place as this happened. The thick metal collar was then attached to the bottom of the hood around the throat, closing with a satisfying metal clunk that sent shivers through the audience. James thought it looked incredible. It was no longer a man, but truly an object devoid of senses and expression. “Ah, but I am not quite finished,” said Dr. Clark when noticing that some in the audience seemed to think it was all over. “We still have this”, he said, and tapped the top of the hood. “There is a little hole here that needs filling.” His assistant was now bringing him the last tray, on which there was the largest syringe yet, filled with a massive amount of his special silicone. “Naturally, the hood cannot simply sit on the head, but needs to fastened with silicone”, he said as pointed the syringe down into the hole at the top of the hood. “This will fill the hood up entirely. It will cover the rest of the tongue, find its way in under the lips and teeth, fill up the outer parts of the ears and glue its eyelids shut forever.” Dr. Clark explained as he started to empty the syringe full of silicone into the hood. “As with the nails, the hair and beard will attempt to grow, which should increase the pressure inside the hood. Eventually however the pressure will just be too great for the hair follicles to be able to function. Additionally, as you can imagine, the head is now a bit more prone to overheating than usual, so the object should not be left out in the sun for long.” Dr. Clark chuckled silently at his own joke as emptied the last of the silicone and then stepped away. His assistant then went to put a small rubber plug in the hole of the hood. “And for a final touch, let us close his feeding hole as well”, Dr. Clark said and picked up a small metal knob that screwed into the tube in front of the mouth. He inserted it firmly in place and then stepped away. “And with that, ladies gentlemen, my job here is done. I present to you, a true object.” The sight made James so horny that he almost felt light-headed. The stage, the metal frame, the muscled, tattooed man bound inside it with thick leather straps. Its head and hands permanently enclosed in rubber and metal. Its senses stripped away, rubber tubes for breathing, eating and peeing. Its cock compressed inside its body. It was sinister and breathtaking in equal measure.
“Oh and I forgot to tell you about a most entertaining detail. I mentioned earlier that this object was raised as a religious fanatic. It was an ardent devotee and believed in its faith in the literal sense. I was informed that in the intervening days of its verdict and the date of its execution it became obsessed with absolving for any and all sins it had committed, in order to secure a place in the afterlife.” Dr. Clark rolled his eyes in amusement. “The prison guards had heard it having nightly terrors and screaming in its sleep that it was sorry, and for ‘the hellspawn’ to leave it alone. Poor thing, it was having nightmares of going to hell. Well… most amusingly, my contact at the facility was present when he received its injection. As its consciousness was leaving it, my contact leaned close to its ear and told it that the priest it had been confessing its sins to in order to become absolved was in fact a satanist and that the next thing it would know would be waking up in hell.” Dr. Clark smiled wickedly, eyes glinting. “It is for that reason that I jokingly refer to this as ‘the hellspawn procedure’.” Dr. Clark chuckled wickedly. “And this also means that when the narcotic starts wearing off, which should be in a few minutes, the poor thing will indeed believe that it is waking up in hell, and well… it is not wrong, is it? It is now an object, and we are the hellspawn that will torture it for the eternity it has left!” Dr. Clark laughed openly. James groaned in his seat. This was the most arousing thing he had ever witnessed. He sure was glad he accepted the invitation.
Dr. Clark exited the stage as the club owner returned, smiling wildly, his arms outstretched. “What a night, let us all thank Dr. Clark for this truly unique demonstration here this evening.” He faced Dr. Clark and applauded him, and the audience joined in. Dr. Clark was now standing a bit away from the stage, looking pleased and eager. “And as you heard from Dr. Clark, the object formerly known as David is about to regain consciousness at any moment. I will have some help in breaking it in and welcoming it to its new life.” The club owner cracked a wicked smile. Two club members wearing leather hoods and harnesses joined him on the stage, carrying an assortment of whips and crops with them. “We will also allow it to have a bit more mobility”, the club owner added, as he and his companions opened some of the straps, allowing the object a bit more freedom in moving its arms and legs, but its torso still firmly bound to the stretcher. “Now let us wait.” All that could be heard in the theatre was the breathing of the audience and the occasional involuntary whimper of arousal. James did not think that he had ever been in a situation where the air was this thick with anticipation. His cock was fully erect in his trousers, and he wanted nothing more than to walk onto the stage and fuck the object’s ass until it trembled. Hopefully, he would have the opportunity later.
After around ten minutes or so, something began happening. The object’s head, encased in its large hood and weighed down by the thick metal collar around its neck, began flopping slowly from side to side. It seemed like it was waking up, groggy, no doubt. People were leaning forward in their seats, eager to not miss a thing. A few more minutes passed and the head moved around a bit more, and was joined by certain movements in the arms and legs. The club owner gave a nod to one of his companions. The companion nodded and went closer, looking slightly hesitant. Then, in one swift moment, he raised a riding crop and hit the object across the chest. The object reacted. It looked like it immediately sobered up. James could see how it was slowly testing its movement, attempting to make sense of its surroundings. Perhaps it was unsure about what just had happened. After another sign from the club owner, his companion went forward and taking hold of one the object’s nipples, gave it a hard squeeze and a turn. The object jerked. It had now noticed that someone, or something, was there, interacting with it. The object began shaking its arms around, seeming to notice that its movement was constricted. Another lashing from the riding crop across its chest set it off even more. It began frantically to shake its limbs around, rattling its restraints. No sound was coming from it, as it had the lost ability to give voice or even moan. James was not alone in trying to imagine what on earth it was sensing and thinking. It would never be able to communicate its experience.
The club owner and his second companion moved in. Each holding a different whip, they walked in circles around the metal frame, keeping up a steady rhythm of lashings. The object started to shake every part of its body it could, silently attempting to escape its predicament. The creaking leather and clanking metal joined with the sound of the whips rushing through the air, making any and all tension in the atmosphere discharge into rippling waves of horniness and excitement that spread through the audience. Cheers, the occasional clapping of hands and evil, gleeful laughs joined the symphony. The object was clearly panicking. The club owner and his companions could hear it hyperventilating through its nose tubes. Its body was shaking and trembling uncontrollably. Not before long however, it went limp again and stopped reacting to the deluge of lashings painting its body with welts. Had it fainted? Dr. Clark swiftly came on the stage and checked its pulse. “It is fine”, he told the energetic audience. “Simply a bit overexcited from its first experience of its new life. It has fainted. But let us leave it to rest for now.” He gave a meaning nod to the club owner.
“Of course, Dr. Clark. Thank you.” He dismissed his companions and went to the front of the stage to address the audience again. “Well that brings us swiftly to the final part of the evening. This object needs a home, which means, as I am sure you all have figured out by now, that we have ourselves an auction. The object will need to stay in the club dungeon for a few days under observation by Dr. Clark, but after that whoever wins the auction is free to take it home.” James looked at his wife. She met his gaze and placed her hand on his thigh. They were of one mind. He was going to win the auction, no matter the price. He did not even care if he had to sell every single one of his cars to do it. He had never wanted anything as much in his whole life. Never. The club owner started the bidding process. James raised his arm again and again, pushing the bid higher. Finally he just raised his arm and kept it raised, to indicate to everyone in the room that he was not going to be outbid. The final sum was substantial, well into the six figures. At long last, the bidding concluded and the club owner exclaimed the man with the black feather rhinestone mask as the winner. James could not stop smiling. Both he and his wife quickly got to their feet and walked to the stage, the audience applauded politely. James had to steady his own breathing to contain his excitement. It looked even more incredible up front. He and his wife started feeling the object’s body and inspecting the fine work Dr. Clark had performed on its various body-parts, as the club owner thanked the audience for attending the event. And… James could not help but notice the very hungry stare with which his wife eyed their new toy. Was it simply horniness, or… something more? Envy? Longing? She had always been the submissive one out of the two of them with a flare for sensory deprivation. Hm. Perhaps he should give Dr. Clark and the club owner a call later and tell them that the evening could soon be repeated with a new candidate. And then… perhaps it was time to move his relationship with his barber to the next level? His very attractive barber that had occasionally joined him and his wife in role-play, and who shared his interest of inflicting pain. They would certainly make a handsome couple of hellspawn that could torture his new toy in every way imaginable. James bit his lip in contemplation and felt his entire body shiver. He had not felt this alive in years.