I had grown accustomed to the shackles and fixtures around my arms, legs, neck, and hips. The way they replaced my joints and muscles, which had grown weak and dilapidated. The hip girdle was connected to a long rod attached to a reciprocating motor, which was hooked up to the many wires and probes around my body. These attachments were permanent – I had signed away my life long ago. An IV kept me nourished, along with a feeding tube. In addition to nourishment, I was kept on a strict cocktail of drugs and vitamins to keep my brain foggy and the precum flowing out of my cock. It was thick and purple, kept in place with a cock ring and with plenty of wires emerging from my prostate, cowpers gland, and testicles. I hadn’t cum since I was first chained. I don’t remember how long ago that was.