Shannon pauses to let me finish my ramblings. Then says "Time to brush your teeth, shave and take a shower. You need to be in the procedure room by 7:30".
I comply, got off the bed, remove my brainwave headset and put it on the charger. Then I walk to the bathroom. As I try to urinate, with a hard on, I speak with the camera in the bathroom mirror. "And nowadays you always tell me their names and show me pictures. As if I am looking for a girlfriend on a dating site. Why are you doing it? Are the Scientists dictating this?"
Shannon says nothing.
I finish urinating. "I have never seen Marla before, and I will never see her again after today. But she will be doing exactly what a girlfriend does... in...oh wait...precisely 52 minutes". Shannon chuckles but says nothing. It was rare to get a laugh out of her. These things kept me sane. My dark sense of humor. And the hope. Although my definition of sane was becoming a bit more porous. Shannon had been with the program since the beginning, pretty much all of 2 years, I think. I am not sure if she even saw me as human anymore, which made her laugh even more important. Heck I am not sure if I saw myself as human anymore.
I take a shower, taking special care to thoroughly wash my genitals. "The star of the show must be well groomed". I say to myself. I could not feel my own touch there, which always made cleanup challenging.
7:30 am Jan 12, 2037
I come out of the shower, still naked. The door to my room unlocks, exactly at 7:30 and Sammy, my medical aide walks in. He is wearing his usual green uniform and the name tag which says "Sammy - Medical Aide - Make A Wish Foundation.". He is holding the standard company issue tablet computer in his left hand. It is not a coincidence that all the people I interact with - in person - are male. Outside the Procedure Room, of course.
"Good morning, Sir". He is always very polite. He is new, only been here two months. He doesn't have to be polite. We both know that I am the property of the US Government, under a thinly veiled charity program. They made me disappear once the magic inside me was confirmed to actually produce results. We both know I cannot do anything to escape or go outside the wishes of the Foundation. Yet he is still polite with me. I like that. I like him.
I say "Good morning, Sammy. If you are here, it must be Monday today. Which means it has been five weeks today, exactly thirty-five days." Sammy nods. He averts his eyes from my erection and hands me my robe. I tell him "You have seen me naked countless times; we are just steps away from the Procedure Room and then I would have to take it off again anyway." He nods again and puts the robe away.
Imagine being naked every day in front of nurses, operators, medical aides and hundreds of women a week. Would you still be conscious of your naked body?
As we prepare to step out of the room, he gestures towards the brainwave headset. I ask, "How about I pay you a million dollars and we forget the headset today?"
Sammy laughs nervously. He knows I am kidding but he is acutely aware of all the cameras everywhere. "You are funny sir, but I am not allowed to do that. Plus, they would find out anyway as soon as we got there." He waits, not saying anything but blocking the door till I put on the headset and then we walk towards the Procedure Room. Me fully naked, my cock fully erect and Sammy following close behind, making notes on his tablet.
We enter the Procedure Room. I have spent 12 hours inside this room every day for the past 2 odd years, having my genitals manipulated by a host of women. Every woman trying to extract my precum without making me cum. Every kind of sexual activity you can imagine, I have been part of it, right here. twelve hours a day, seven days a week. It might seem like an idea of heaven, but it is my idea of hell. The room fills me with excitement and dread.
It is a large high ceiling sterile room. Some rooms scream medical facility when you see them - this is one of them. It must have been an operation theater earlier. There is an observation window at about 6 ft height, on the opposite side of the door we just came in. It has a one-way mirror. There are two large TV screens under it, mounted vertically. There is a clock on the top of the observation window which now reads "00:25:47" and is counting down. The rest of the room is filled with various TV and projection screens.
Right square in the middle of the room, facing the door, is my object of terror and arousal - a large custom-built padded machine. If you have ever seen a flight simulator with all the hydraulic pistons and arms, or if you have seen one of those virtual roller coasters, think of one of those. And then replace the main chamber with a massage table. The table was mounted on a pole and connected to it on all four corners via pneumatic actuators. Various cables snaked from the table and went into the ground. I knew the table could change shape and positions. It was currently in a horizontal position, waiting for me. There was a light on the top of the table, it was off at the moment.
