Abducted by the Institute (FM, MM, TRANS)

NSFW – this content is very hardcore.

The institute was somewhat mysterious, and anyone who worked there seemed always to be quite aloof and vague about their profession despite them often being in the newspaper. I thought of them as a kind of local Area 51. It was quite modern looking, the building, and it was just down the street from where I lived at the time. It was part of the hospital infrastructure and was one of 5 buildings put up in that small conglomerate. It was kind of futuristic and beautiful to look at. Most people, myself included, didn’t think much about the institute. Honestly, they were kind of boring. So little info was to be had about them that they were simply accepted and forgotten in the day-to-day grind in the small-ish town where they held themselves.

My upstairs neighbor worked there.

This was intriguing, especially as she’d often come home late at night, and leave early in the morning. She was 29, a woman I’d interviewed many times through my work as a journalist in a small magazine about technology named Futurum. I was 27. She’d only comment in general terms about the future, and was a go-to source for these kind of speculative articles we’d often have. How will we get our energy? How will humanity evolve? We became familiar, but stayed professional.

I knew she had a background in physics, and had an apprenticeship at some psych-lab also situated by the hospital for many years. Smart. Competent. Quite nice, still, and not necessarily intimidating. She was small in stature, had big doe-eyes, and usually wore her dark brown hair in a pony tail. Her attire was usually a suit, or some kind of blouse and pants combination. I had admired her many times as we’d often cross paths. Her figure was slim and petite.

One day, I felt strange. All day. I was sat at my desk at work and could barely produce a sentence. I only drank water and hadn’t had an appetite for a couple of days leading up to the really weird out-of-body feeling I now had. I clocked out of work, drove slowly past the hospital, into my neighborhood, and up to the house me and the institute-girl shared. As I left my car, I saw Lisa come out of her apartment upstairs. She greeted me in the driveway. All I could do was nod. She had a strange, brooding look on her face. Observing me a little coldly, but not without a little smile. She got close to me and asked if I felt alright.

To this day I’m unsure if I actually said the words or only articulated them in my head, but in any case, the answer was ‘I am now’, as she moved in to support my failing body. That’s the last of what I remember.

There was beeping. I felt very comfortable, but drowsy.

“Marcy, he’s coming to. Clean him up and get him ready, will you?”

It was Lisa’s voice from a distance. I opened my eyes and found myself on a gurney of some kind. It looked like an operating room. A new woman, thin, tall, with sharp cheekbones and big blue eyes, comforted me and said I’m alright, I’m safe. She seemed foreign. Stricter than Lisa. She was in a lab coat and had her hair up like someone would in the 50’s maybe. Light brown hair. I felt my cheeks redden as I realized I was in a hospital gown, naked. My embarrassment made me completely lame, I felt unable to get away, get up, anything. “What happened?” I inquired.

“It’s not in my place to tell you. We will clean you up and Lisa will explain it all to you later.”

“We?”

A man entered. He was young. Slim. Tall. A baby like face, and a kind demeanor. The woman ordered him to take me to the shower room and get me ready. She would bring the cream.

“Cream? What is this?”

“Don’t worry, nothing bad will happen to you. Lisa will explain. Please,” he pointed to an open door to a white tiled room, inside was a harness in the middle of the room, and a shower head directly above.

With a comforting smile he instructed me to get naked. I for some reason felt too intimidated to do anything but oblige. He put the harness around my hips, ankles, and shoulders and went to a button on the wall. I felt ashamed of my hairy, dirty body. How long was I out for? I hadn’t showered for at least a couple of days due to the illness. I felt better now, strangely.

The harness lifted and tightened, and slowly lifted me parallel to the ground. It was humid and warm like a sauna, and I felt strangely relaxed and completely supported. It was as if I was laying flat on a bed.

But then, I noticed the ankle-straps pulling and lifting my legs back. I felt uncomfortable as my buttocks was slowly being revealed to the man by the control console, and the open door out to the hallway – anyone could see me and my naked vulnerable body. I fought in embarrassment and shame. He left me hanging there. My penis and scrotum hung in shame as I heard people passing by and talking.

Then I heard Marcy’s voice.

“Ready now sir?”

“For what?”

“Oh, right. Again, I don’t feel comfortable relaying everything to you now, but I do need to remove your body hair for the procedure.”

“Procedure?”

“Don’t worry, we won’t harm you. It can even be done without anesthesia. We just remove the hair to see more easily.”

“This is fucking ridiculous, get me down,” I struggled to hide my bare ass from the beautiful woman.

“Hold still please. Karl?”

He steadied me as she started smearing cream all over my body. I stung a little. She started at my chest and moved down all the way to my feet. She skipped my genitals, for now. Karl turned on the shower after a while and I was rained down as Marcy scrubbed me gently with a piece of cloth. I was smooth as silk.

“Now for your private area,” she smiled and proceeded to cream my cock, balls, and ass crack with a different cream. It stung a little too. They left me hanging for a while with my genitals completely covered in white cream. Door was still open. While the cream was taking effect, she explained my situation a little more.

“It’s not illegal what we’re doing, you know, but I concede it is depriving you of some freedom against your will.”

“Some…” I felt completely shattered as many people gathered in the door watching me. Lisa came in through them and looked directly at my dick and balls. She continued Marcy’s speech:

“It’s a psychological experiment commissioned by the military to assess the effects of shame and embarrassment on men and women. You’re just one of a hundred, so you’re not the first, you were easy pickings for me. Alone, a workaholic, prideful, perfect target. Marcy, hose him. Students, observe.”

With a handheld shower head Marcy hosed my dick and balls directly with a powerful stream of warm water. She was luckily mindful of the testicles, so I wasn’t hurt. The hair washed off like dirt. She slowly moved from my balls, caressing them and rubbing the hair off with her bare hands. The taint was rubbed, too, and however hard I fought and erection ensued. She moved closer to my asshole, and with her hand cleaned off all the cream and hair residue. She then unscrewed the shower head.

“Have you eaten anything lately?”

“I—No, only drank water.”

“Good. As you can see students, there will be little need for internal cleaning as we’ve already done the preliminary work. Yet, we do have to make sure. Marcy,” she looks at Marcy who’s screwed on a different attachment to the shower head. A pointed yet round shape with little holes in it. She lubricates it and it occurs to me that this thing is going up my asshole. I struggle to clench but feel weak. Lisa instructs Karl to go on one side and Marcy on the other, they each hold my cheeks apart as Lisa overtakes the shower head and stares directly and my soft and hair free asshole. Instead of going right in, Lisa caresses my anus with a lubricated and gloved finger and enters it all the way with no struggle. The cold lube jolts me, and I feel ecstatic and embarrassed at my gorging and veiny cock that’s tucked between my thighs, pointed toward Lisa.

“Breathe in,” she almost whispers “…and out…” She sticks the contraption into my butthole. It feels only slightly bigger than her finger, but way colder. One of the students turn on the water and I feel my asshole filling up. After some moments, I hear “Stop!”. Lisa gently removes the hose. “No!” I mutter in desperate shame. No sooner am I able to keep it in and I let go a shower of clear water as my legs spread further to ease the pressure, spraying some on the gasping young female students that stand too close, and some on Lisa. “Completely clean,” she says. I shrivel in embarrassment.

They do it one more time, a female student this time, and now the water leaks more slowly out of my asshole since she’s more careful. Lisa then inserts a finger in my ass again, and her other hand on my pubic bone, “watch this”. She presses, without warning, and I immediately release all the piss I’ve stored up. “There we go,” Lisa says “Oooh there we go. Good boy”, she ensures as her rolled up sleeve gets completely wet by my clear urine. The wash me off, dry me up, and take me back on the gurney. It’s finally over. I get my gown back on.

After about 10 minutes alone in a quiet room, Marcy comes back in, asking how I feel. “Horrible,” I say. “No, really, how do you feel?” She holds a form in her hand and a pen. She looks at me with sympathetic eyes. “I guess I feel relaxed,” I admit. “I felt very aroused for a moment,” I add. “I see,” she scribbles. “…And do you feel shame?” She sits down on an office chair and scoots over to me. As her lab coat parts, I notice her vagina through the opening. She’s naked underneath. What the hell is this place?

“Hey,” she barks.

“Yes, yes, I feel shame.”

“Why?”

“Because you looked at my asshole and I liked it,” I felt like sharing everything. It just rolled off my tongue.

“Why do you like it?”

“I want to be completely vulnerable in front of you, women I mean.”

“Would you like further examination?”

“No… Yes.”

“You need further examination.”

I’m stunned at her directness.

“I will need to examine your butt, and insert seminal fluid- we will hook you up to check your vitals. First let me check your temperature. Please get on your belly and spread your ass for me.”

“Seminal fluid? What the fuck?”

“Get on your belly and spread your butt for me,”

“Wait-“

“Karl!”

“Ok, ok. I’ll do it.”

I do as she says. I face down on the bed, and she sits on the edge and inserts a thermometer in my rectum. She feels my scrotum with her other hand to check my testicles at the same time.

“You will now keep your butt spread after I remove the thermometer. I need you to be aroused before meeting Dr. Lisa again. She’d be very disappointed in that shriveled cock of yours.” she orders. My cock is pushed downwards as I lay on my belly. It’s tucked so Marcy has full view of both it and my asshole.

I feel a soft silicone tube being inserted in my anus. A warm fluid is being pumped in, and I fill up. Some of it escapes as she suddenly pulls it out, and I feel the warmth of it running down the inside of my thigh and on my penis, which hardens. It’s quiet in the room.

“Push,” she asks.

“What?”

“Push. Spread your asshole open.”

I push. Clear, warm liquid gushes out of my asshole, I fart, it crackles and bubbles as I push. Marcy has a full view of my brown asshole, and the pink insides of my most private opening

“Is this… semen?” I ask shamefully.

I hear a camera sound from a phone. I hear several pictures being taken.

“No, it’s a serum we’re trying out. The semen is coming later.”

She brings the phone over to my face so I can see. She’s posted pictures of my creaming asshole on an internal forum for the entire hospital to see, with my name attached. Now that may not be the entire town, but half the town works here. “Are you insane?? Delete it! I grab the phone from her, but I feel sluggish and with no will.

“It’s working,” she says. “Come.” I do just that, naked, with a stream of slime running from my asshole down my leg. My gorging member stands, hard. In yet another room, I am shown a table that’s angled. She instructs me to get on.

“No more, please,” I’m about to cry.

She opens her coat and welcomes me in. She holds me, and I feel the warmth of her naked skin against mine. She spreads my asscheeks while I feel her breast and hardening nipples against my chest.

“It’s ok honey. Push a little more,” she asks.

I push again and feel more liquid spurt from my asshole onto the floor. She holds me up as my knees give way to the intense sensation.

“What’s in this stuff?”

“A serum to make you submit,” she briefly explains.

On the table there’s a hole for my penis to go through, and there is fabric hanging down on the sides all the way to the floor, but there is an opening in the front. My ass is elevated and my head is lower than the rest of the body. Defeated, I find myself completely exposed- There’s a hole for my face like on a massage table. My ass is pointed almost to the ceiling. A big light like the ones at the dentist lights up my ass completely. Marcy wipes my legs, with a napkin. She also wipes my asshole and cock. She studies my asshole through a magnifying glass. Lubes it up and massages its exterior. Lisa comes in.

“How did he do?”

“He’s cute, completely misunderstood the task, and actually showed me his asshole,” Marcy retorts.

“What? Why did you do that?” Lisa laughs and sighs.

“His asshole is cute though,” Marcy admits.

I hear the door opening. Students enter the room and watch as they mutter at the sight.

Suddenly, with no gloves, Lisa walks over and digs a finger into my loose wet asshole, wiggling it and letting some more fluid escape. I feel helpless again and moan.

“Look, students, this is what happens if you use too much serum!”

Marcy laughs at the sound my asshole is making as air and slime escapes.

“Haha, aaw. He’s so cute! Why isn’t he fighting it?”

“Stick the speculum in,” Lisa orders, and Marcy finds the cold metal tool, and stuffs it into my asshole.

“Spread it open,” Marcy does just that. Wide.

“Rub his prostate,” I jolt and twitch as my prostate is superstimulated by Marcy’s finger. Clear liquid oozes out of my throbbing cock.

“Marcy, quick, collect the fluid,” Lisa orders before removing the speculum.

“Did he cum?”

Marcy checks under the curtain.

“No.”

“Stay under the table and collect any fluid that might escape. I’ll take care of the other end.” I suddenly see Marcy under the table by my super sensitive cock holding a small plastic container. Touch my cock, and it will explode, I think to myself.

Meanwhile Lisa explains the function of the prostate to the students, and the anal sphincters. She holds my ass apart, and sticks a finger in, and repeatedly pushes toward my cock to explain how prostate massages are done.

Marcy smiles at me under the table. Clear liquid leaks from my penis like sap from a tree. Instead of collecting it, she takes off her lab coat and reveals her body underneath. Pale, pure. She crawls over to me and kisses my cheek with a lot of saliva. She smirks. She liks the tip of my cock and I have to concentrate not to cum. She crawls to the front of the table, still out of view from anyone else, and bends over to expose her genitals to my face. Her asshole has a brown coloured skin around it. She spreads it with her hands, lubes it up, rubs it.

My penis is about to cum on its own at this point. Her pussy and asshole both seem relaxed. “It’s all about relaxing, letting the air brush your butthole,” she whispers, seeming so comfortable, as she uses her lab coat as kneepads. Her face resting on the floor. Her asshole gently opens, and I can see inside her. “Do like me, let go,” I somehow am able to follow her instructions, and feel my asshole opening up on its own.

“Good boy, look students, as you can see, the patients anus is now completely relaxed,” Lisa exclaims from behind me. Marcy backs her ass up to my gorging cock and winks. The tip of my cock is hovering over her gaping asshole. My cock is hungry for the wet warmth of Marcy’s ass.

“Sensitive students may want to sit this part out. To further the limits of this man’s shame, I will personally penetrate him with my penis and release seminal fluid inside him,” Lisa calmly explains. I feel endorphins rush as I realize I’m about to be penetrated by a penis. Lisa has a penis? Why am I excited? Lisa’s cock whips out. She’s circumcised. Her whole penis glistens from the lube administered to it by her assistant Karl. It’s veiny, gorging, and big like a thick and long cucumber.

Without warning Lisa lowers the table by the press of a button, and I gasp as my cock sinks deep into Marcy’s eager asshole. She’s as unprepared as me and we both let out a drawn out moan. Marcy holds her hand in front of her mouth to hold back.

“Are you okay under there? Remember to collect any fluid Marcy,” she says.

“Yes! I’m okay!” Her voice breaks a little from the excitement.

Marcy turns her head and lock eyes with me. Suddenly, in that very moment… Marcy sees my eyes widen.

Lisa’s throbbing cock has stretched my asshole. I feel my gorging penis pulsate inside Marcys wet ass, as Lisa makes long, slow thrusts, balls deep in my asshole. Her face tries to hold back the excitement of watching my asshole engulf her long fat cock.

“Students, come help. Karl!” The students gather ‘round Lisa to help remove her coat. Karl holds my cheeks apart as she thrusts in and out. Her nipples are hard through her blouse.

My view of Marcy engulfs me. She raises and lowers her hip as slow as Lisa, her tight asshole grips my soon-to-explode cock. I hear Lisa belittle my sorry ass. “It’s so shameful, what a sight you are.”

Lisa thrusts and moans, faster, faster, until I feel her cock expand and harden against my prostate. She makes a few hard determined thrusts. At the same time, Marcy’s eye’s roll back in pleasure, and her pussy seems almost to salivate all over the floor underneath her as my thick penis explodes in sync with Lisa’s. Thick, warm, slimy semen erupts inside Marcy’s asshole as it overflows mine at the same time. Marcy pulls away to reveal her gaping, throbbing asshole to me, farting out cum that sputters against my face. Lisa is still balls deep in my asshole, but then asks for her students careful attention as she pulls away. Her thick cock slips out of my gaping asshole and warm semen runs down my balls and along the shaft of my still hard cock through the hole in the table.

Marcy squats over a small plastic cup and pushes my huge gunky load into it.

“Students, take notes! Look inside this man’s anus and observe the lining of his anal canal, the sphincter, his prostate,”

the students move in closer to study it.

“Miss, can I feel it?” A girl politely asks. Lisa takes her hand and guides her toward my loose asshole. Gloves her, and inserts the student’s fingers, then her whole hand. “See, how easy it is? Can you feel his prostate?”

Marcy, slightly ashamed now, puts her coat over her naked body. She carefully takes the cup with semen, and then she kisses me, intensely. That’s the last I remember.

I awoke the next day in my shower, wondering if I’d collapsed and dreamt it all. Then I noticed my hairless cock. Not a dream. It was 9AM and I was late for work. In the driveway, Lisa greeted me with a nod and a smile. I nodded back and drove off, hoping I wouldn’t meet any hospital workers in town. I wondered what the institute would do with my semen, but an assured sensation had me feeling it was in good hands.

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