A company called “Liberation"

I enjoyed a sumptuous lunch in the dining room and when I had finished Amy asked; ‘what about Pete?’

‘He gets reduced rations as we agreed; after all he is the victim’, I said laughing.

She left a plate with his food and departed. I untied Pete and gave him the food. He didn’t comment on what was offered. I left him to eat whilst I got changed.

‘You owe me two forfeits for losing both times this morning’, I reminded him when I returned. He pushed the empty plate away and took in the tailored nurse’s uniform I had changed into; ‘wow wearing that you can do what you like’, he said with a smile. He wouldn’t be smiling for long!

I tied a scarf over his eyes and led him down the corridor to a room he hadn’t been in yet. When the door clicked closed I removed the blindfold and he took in the medical facility he was standing in.

I guided him to a gynaecological chair set in the middle and made him sit on it. Broad white leather straps were attached to the back of the chair and in no time they restrained him. The chair could be adjusted to many different angles as he would find out. His feet were soon strapped into stirrups.

‘Open wide’, I instructed and before he could stop himself he complied and I forced a dental gag in. The soft rubber flanges sprang open behind his teeth making it difficult to force the gag out. I wound a lever on the side which opened his mouth wide despite his attempts to stop me.

‘Now sir I will conduct a thorough medical examination’, I said in my best nurse’s voice. I can’t say he looked pleased at the prospect.

I started simply by testing his reflexes; not the normal hammer on the knee you understand but the reaction when I dragged the sharp point of a syringe over his nipples. Immediately his cock responded and I pretended to write a score down on a chart.

I took samples from his mouth using a cotton bud and then samples from way down his throat which made him gag and finally deep in his nasal cavity.

Next I adjusted the chair to spread his legs wide apart so that I could gain access to his rectum. I could see his anal ring was nice and tight.

I sprayed the area with an anaesthetic spray and he gasped at the cold but I said nothing.

After a few minutes I gently pushed a finger into his rectum and his sphincter opened easily. He felt me enter and his body stiffened as far as the straps allowed and he mumbled something, but the gag meant it was just a moan which could have been pain or pleasure; I didn’t care which.

My finger felt around until it located his prostate and I began to massage it. It didn’t take long for a clear liquid to ooze from his erect cock which I caught in a small dish as I continued to milk him.

Eventually I withdrew my finger and picked up a cotton bud. ‘Another sample I am afraid’, I said pushing the bud into his urethra taking advantage of the precum lubricating the tube. Once again his reaction suggested that was painful!

I dropped the bud into the waste bin and tipped the contents of the dish into his open mouth; ‘enjoy your own liquid’, I said laughing at his screwed face when he realised what I had poured in.

‘Now sir’, I said; ‘my checks have shown that your colon is blocked so whilst you are nice and comfortable in the chair I will flush it thoroughly which should help.’

He struggled and was clearly trying to say “don’t do it”. As if I would listen!

I wheeled a machine over to the chair and lubricated a flexible pipe. It took a while to feed a long section into his rectum and once it was deep inside him I turned the machine on.

Nothing happened immediately and, as I waited, I walked behind him and applied a bandage around his head to blindfold him.

By now the machine was whirring and water was clearly passing up the clear plastic tube. I left him alone and went back to the lounge to consult my phone. The machine would go through a cycle of warm water pumped into his rectum and then sucked out followed by cold water and then soapy water. The entire process would take a couple of hours after which he would be complete empty and clean, although he wouldn’t stay that way for long!

When I finally decided to return the machine had clearly finished. I leaned close to Pete’s bandaged head; ‘was that painful?’ I asked and he nodded.

‘Oh dear, that is a shame; that was just a start!’ I said leaning over and pushing another button on the machine.  It whirred into life once more and water began to flow again.

‘Some of the more brutal regimes around the world have developed exotic ways to torture their prisoners. On occasion it is to extract information, but more often than not it is for the personal gratification of their torturers.’

‘The average human bowel could hold about a gallon of liquid. Anything more will become quite painful and at some point serious damage will be done. The same of course applies to the bladder and for a man the penis and particular the urethra is a favourite place to begin torture. We might get to that later!’

By this time he was shaking his head violently. I lifted his top and his stomach was really bloated by now. I turned the machine off; I didn’t want to go too far. Instead I pressed down with my full weight to increase his pain from the cramps his bowels were beginning to create; it also served to force the water deeper inside.

I left him filled to the brim for 30 minutes and then set the machine to suck him dry. He was crying by now, but I hadn’t finished. I removed the blindfold and he watched as I lubricated a metal rod and held it over his cock.

There was nothing he could do to prevent it sinking down inside him as gravity did all the work. It was clearly painful but not as painful as it was when I touched the end with a vibrator. His whole body tensed and he climaxed almost immediately, although you would never know it as only a small amount of milky liquid made it up his shaft past the obstruction.

I pulled the tube out, removed the rod and undid the straps. ‘I will enjoy your second forfeit tomorrow’, I said tossing him a fresh orange jumpsuit; ‘time for your disappearing act whilst food is prepared.’

He followed me to his bedroom where I tied him to the bed and instead of gagging him I pulled a rough sack over his head and left to join Amy in the kitchen.