The following story is entirely fictitious. Any similarity to any persons living or dead is entirely coincidental and unintentional. All characters depicted in sexual acts and scenarios are at least eighteen years of age or older. The following story contains aspects of BDSM, CBT (cock and ball torture), femdom, forced orgasms, tease and denial, prostate stimulation, anal sex, ass worship, sex with machines, and much more. If any of these categories don't appeal to you then I strongly suggest you don't read the following story and find something else more suited to your tastes. You have been warned!
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The Y-Virus
Chapter Two: The Awakening
Centuries had passed before I would wake up again, but when I finally did it was a very confusing time. My vision was greatly hindered, almost to the point of blindness in the first half hour or so (or at least it seemed like a half hour to me). My sense of hearing was also suffering to a degree, but it wasn't as bad as my sight. Also, my hearing returned to normal much quicker. But the worst thing was that I had great difficulty in controlling my vocal cords and muscles.
Shortly after waking up I felt a series of hands take hold of me and lay me upon some sort of padded table similar to a medical gurney, only it seemed a bit wider. It did feel very comfortable despite my body having severe muscle spasms. I felt more hands adjust my limbs, and then felt straps being secured around my arms, legs, torso, and a final one around my forehead. I was completely immobilized with my legs apart and my arms strapped to the sides of the gurney.
All I could see were blurry figures moving all around and a grey light directly over me. I admit I was a little scared. Soon I felt the old medical electrodes being removed from my naked body and new ones being put on. This was nothing compared to what came next: I felt somebody take hold of my penis and testicles.
The unknown person performed some kind of medical examination to see if my privates were still okay. After the quick examination, the unknown person started to tie a thin cord around my cock and balls. This person tied my testicles in such a way that they were both pulled away from my body and separated from one another.
My sense of hearing started to return and I heard a feminine voice say, "Are the patient's testicles secured for further examination?"
"Yes, doctor." Another female voice replied.
"Good. Prepare the testicle scanners, Dr. Minoko." The original voice said.
"Yes, doctor, right away."
I was much too far out of my usual state of mind to focus much on what was said until I felt the testicle scanners being put on each of my balls. I didn't feel much at first, just something flat and metallic being put on both my balls. Soon, though, the two flat surfaces on either side of each testicle were starting to come together. I soon realized these were clamps on my testicles and they each grew tighter and tighter by the second.
"Uuuuhhhh!" I managed to moan despite not being able to talk.
"Are we getting a clear readout, Dr. Miller?" A female voice said. The voice was coming from near my genitals.
"Almost, just a little more pressure should to do it." Dr. Miller said with an air of authority in her voice.
I felt the testicle scanners tightening a little more around each of my sore balls. Even though it was supposedly only "a little more pressure," it was a canyon of pain.
"Uuuuuuhhhhhh!!" I yelped even louder than before.
"That's enough pressure, Dr. Minoko. We have a solid reading." Dr. Miller said.
The tightening around my testicles stopped (thank goodness. I didn't think I could take much more abuse). I saw some more movement around me and realized that I could see a little bit better. I saw at least five figures wearing white lab coats, but I couldn't make out the details or facial features of these people.
A couple minutes or so after the clamps were tightened on my balls, Dr. Miller said, "It looks like both of the patient's testicles are fully functional. He seems quite healthy."
I could hear a bit of excitement from the other people in the room when Dr. Miller said this. The thing that really called my attention was the fact that each of the voices seemed to be female. It wasn't long before someone loosened and removed the clamps on my testicles. I was beyond glad when I couldn't feel them anymore.
My vision seemed to get better shortly after my balls were released. I looked around and saw that I was in a room that was very different from the laboratory I was in centuries ago. I also noticed that the five specialists in this room were all women. At first, I just thought this might've been some kind of coincidence.
"Dr. McFlarghan, take the patient to the Internal Examination Room, please." Dr. Miller ordered. She had blonde hair that was tied tightly into a bun in the back of her head. She also wore oval-shaped glasses with thin black frames. Her blue eyes were not only beautiful, but also seemed to display her authority.
Dr. McFlarghan, a tall woman with red hair, green eyes and pale skin, held up a remote of some kind and pressed a button. The gurney seemed to lift itself weightlessly a few inches, and then the doctor pushed me down a series of corridors. I could hear the other doctors' footsteps following in our wake, and there were even a few additional doctors and scientists that passed my gurney along the way . . . all women. These other women whispered to one another as we passed them. Their eyes were clearly fixed on me.
