David realized he had fallen asleep. The sound of the side of the crib

being lowered made him open his eyes just in time to catch a glimpse of

Jennifer and the leather hood before she pulled it over his head. Blind,

deafened and suddenly terrified he struggled against his bonds and

screamed against the rubber in his mouth. Then he felt Jennifer's hand

on his diapered crotch, stroking and petting it to reassure him. He

tried to relax.

His elbows and ankles were released and he was guided to an unsteady

standing position. He felt her hands work at the many buckles of the

strait jacket and then the rush of cool air against his wet skin that

made him shiver. His diaper hung down between his legs as Jennifer led

him away from his crib. To the shower room? To one of the tables? He did

not know.

The leather cuffs on the metal bar again. So it must be the shower room.

He realized he couldn't smell; an advantage when it came time to remove

the diaper. With his arms suspended overhead, weight on the balls of his

feet, David had no choice but to let Jennifer do whatever she wanted.

Her hands pulled open the snaps on the plastic pants and then worked at

the pins. The hot, humid confinement of the diaper was suddenly replaced

by the cool breath of fresh air. He shivered. Far off in the distance he

heard the sound of running water and a second later the high pressure

stream hit him, stinging him with it's needle spray. He moaned his

protest into the pacifier as the painful jet investigated his soiled

nether region.

As quickly as it had come it departed, leaving him sore and tired. He

sensed there was a new load of effluent ready to escape. To his own

shock and amazement he hoped he would be re-diapered soon.

His hands were cuffed behind him again and he was led back into the main

room. This time there was no waiting for the table to be prepared and he

was directed onto the waiting pads without delay, his legs again forced

up and apart by the stirrups. But the pads beneath him were different,

artificial and plastic like. He guessed it was a disposable diaper.

There seemed to be a lot of extra padding running down the middle,

waiting to be drawn up between his legs.

Then came the warm softness of baby powder, drying the last traces of

water. He wished he could smell it but the hood was too tight. Efficient

hands brought the diaper into place and fastened it snugly. It felt good

to be protected again; he was unsure if he could control his sore and

aching anus.

One of her hands moved inside his diaper until it was between his penis

and the padding. Then the other hand moved into position over it but

outside the diaper. Suddenly there was a brief rush of cool air and his

penis was brought out of the diaper. It felt very strange to be confined

and exposed at the same time.

He had expected another pair of snap-on plastic pants but instead,

Jennifer's hands went to work on the straps that held his legs in the

stirrups. Once they were free he felt something made of rubber being

slipped over his ankles. As the nurse worked the garment up his legs he

guessed it was a pair of rubber pants.

Once they were in place David could feel the cool, smooth rubber

pressing his erection against the plastic outer shell of the disposable

diaper. But Jennifer wasn't finished. He felt her hands on his manhood

and a few seconds later his penis was being guided into a rubber tunnel

in the front of the pants. It felt so strange to David, the combination

of warm, soft padded confinement and the contrasting slick kiss of the

rubber where it gripped his manhood. He tried to imagine what it must

look like.

Jennifer moved away for a few minutes. When she returned it was to

release the bands that held his body to the table. As he was helped to

stand Jennifer gripped David's hood and pulled his head back; it was an

effective means of control and he moved slowly, obeying her guiding

hands.

A few steps then he was made to turn around. Then he was guided down

onto a waiting chair. He was confused, having no recollection of any

chairs in the room. When she lifted his legs onto a platform he realized

it must be a wheel chair.

She began to strap him in. First a wide band of canvass across his

chest. Then straps across his shins to keep his legs in place. His arms

were placed outside the armrests for a moment and it seemed like a tray

was being fitted across his chest. He felt more than heard the catches

snap in place. She took each wrist, bound it in a cuff and then fixed it

to the tray somehow; he was getting very confused. Finally she pressed

his head backwards until it met a support. He felt something being

fastened to his hood and found it suddenly secured.

She seemed to move away again and he used the opportunity to test his

freedom. There was none to be had; he couldn't move any part of his body

more than a fraction of an inch and while it was more comfortable than

the strait jacket he was getting very scared.

David was locked in a silent world where his only stimuli were the feel

of the pads and devices that bound his body. Hungry for more

information, his mind tried to imagine what these things looked like and

what purpose they served. Deep inside him fear was being replaced by

terror as his total helplessness became a part of every thought. A

little spasm shook him and the fresh diaper accepted a little more hot,

acidic effluent. His bladder too tried to void but had nothing to give.

He was very thirsty, having had nothing to drink since breakfast in his

apartment an eternity ago.

But more than anything else he was tired. The spasms had taken their

toll and his body wanted sleep. His rear hurt from its constant exposure

to his waste and every muscle screamed for peace from the constant

bondage in unnatural positions. His stomach felt tense from his fear but

he guessed he was probably hungry as well. And yet he could not relax

himself. What is Jennifer going to do next?, his mind screamed. Why the

locking chair and why the rubber sheath over his penis? He had no

answers; he was forced to wait on fate.

He hadn't sensed Jennifer's approach and the first touch of her hands on

the fastenings to his hood startled him. "There, there, it's alright"

she cooed as sound and light flooded in. He blinked in the sudden

brightness and it took a few minutes before he could focus.

He was in a wheel chair with a tray fixed over his lap. His cuffed hands

were locked to the top of the tray by some arrangement of pins that fit

through holes in the arborite surface. The chair had been turned to face

the wall; he could see nothing of Susan's crib or the other furniture in

the room.

Jennifer was behind him. Without thinking he tried to turn his head to

see what she was doing; but the head rest had sides fitted to it that

made this impossible. She came into his view carrying a plastic tube

attached to something out of his sight.

He tried to talk but the rubber bulb held his tongue. He could only make

pitiful, muffled whimpers as he watched her attach the tube to the front

of his pacifier. "Just relax," she said with that same cruel smile, "you

do want to eat, don't you?" He didn't understand until the first thick

glob of paste filled the bulb in his mouth and oozed out. He swallowed

without thinking and almost gagged on the bland taste. The bulb refilled

and he had to swallow again. She stood back and watched him, her arms

crossed over her chest. Could she know that he had no saliva to refresh

his mouth? Did she plan on forcing him to endure this before answering

his desperate need for water? He tried to tell her. He squealed and

grunted and struggled against his bonds but if she guessed his message

she made no sign of it and merely grinned wider at his distress. Each

sound he tried to make was rewarded with another burst of paste and it

was all he could do not to choke. "Well," she said while glancing at her

watch, "it's time I gave Susan a change and some dinner. Oh, just relax.

There'll be three quarts of juice once you're finished with that." Even

as he grunted his protest she walked out of his view.

David quickly learned that it was better to relax. The paste came more

slowly that way and he could avoid the dry choking feeling. With his

ears uncovered he was able to follow what was happening to Susan.

First came a series of muffled moans and the sound of the crib side

being lowered. "Yes, Missy, it's your turn now." Jennifer said softly

and David heard the crackle of the mattress cover as Susan was helped to

her feet. He pictured her being escorted towards the bathroom, her

muffled cries and protests falling on deaf ears.

The whirring sound told him the trapeze was being employed and then a

pause, while the diaper was removed, before the sound of running water

made him remember the stinging spray and he winced in sympathy. The

gagged cries grew louder but had no effect on the efficient nurse. It

was several minutes before the water was shut off. He imagined Jennifer

drying her patient.

When they returned Susan was making regular gulping sounds as if she was

in tears. Then he heard the stirrups creak as they took the weight of

her limbs. Was she pretty? Had she been shaved? David desperately wanted

to know. The bulb in his mouth continued to fill with the luke warm

paste.

A new flurry of protests and then the sounds of rubber as, he guessed, a

pair of rubber pants were drawn up Susan's legs. Suddenly there was a

prolonged moan of despair and again David tried to turn his head to see

what was happening.

Strange, metallic sounds reached him; perhaps a second wheel chair? He

was agitated with curiosity. Susan continued her whimpers and muted

cries, punctuated by clicks. Jennifer had said nothing.

"And now some dinner for you, my little miss." Jennifer said and

immediately Susan ceased her protests. He knew what she was experiencing.

Jennifer appeared beside him. "A little something to wash it all down?"

she asked coyly. He could barely see her as she did something to the

tube. The paste was soon replaced by apple juice that had a chemical

after-taste. He had to swallow almost constantly to be able to breathe.

He was surprised when Jennifer took hold of the back of the chair and

spun it around so he could see his fellow prisoner.

Was this him? Did he look like this? Susan was confined in her wheel

chair with similar restraints. A strap across her feet held them in

place. The tray fitted tightly against her torso, almost supporting her

full breasts. Like his own, her wrists were locked to the top of the

tray but now he could see the pins that passed through the top to be

anchored by a turn bolt beneath. A tube ran from her pacifier up to a

bag of paste that hung from a pole attached to the chair. She was

gulping and swallowing as fast as she could, no doubt as thirsty and

desperate as he had been only moments before.

But it was what lay beneath the tray that made him strain his eyes; he

couldn't believe it. The amber rubber panties had a black hole over her

vagina, disappearing inside it, leaving a cavity. Though he could not

see his own pants he guessed accurately that his rubber sheathed penis

was meant to fill it. Despite all his pain, terror and discomfort, he

grew hard.

As he had examined her, Susan too had been studying David and had

guessed what was planned. Despite the force-feeding of paste she started

a new wave of muffled wails and whimpers. She was terrified of what lay

ahead. Despite his arousal, David had sympathy for her.

Jennifer was busy doing something to Susan's crib but David had eyes

only for his suffering partner. When the feeding bag was empty, Jennifer

hung a bag of amber fluid to replace it and changed David's tube to a

fresh bag. He felt so full he didn't think he could take it but the bulb

in his mouth was insistent and he had no choice but to keep swallowing.

So the two patients stared at each other having guessed their fate. And

how unkind a fate would it be? Susan glanced down at her naked breasts

and blushed. As a bound female she would have no defence against the

rampant male. David tried to imagine what it must feel like for her to

have a rubber sheath lining her love tunnel, waiting for his hardness

and powerless to prevent it from penetrating her. The idea excited David

even more and he began to forget his fear and discomfort.

All the while he suckled and swallowed, now mesmerized by the prospect

of what lay ahead. Susan drained her bag and it was replaced. David was

switched to his third quart, feeling full to capacity even as the first

rush of juice flooded into his mouth.

Nothing changed in the next hour. David finished the third bag and

whimpered his protests at being made to take a fourth while Susan

reluctantly started on her second. When David's last bag was dry and

Susan had nearly finished her third, Jennifer stepped into view and

began to wheel the girl towards her crib. David's erection strained

inside its rubber sheath.

Jennifer released the girl from her chair and forcefully guided her onto

the crib's mattress. She was restrained in a spread-eagle position, arms

and legs outstretched, leaving her defenceless. Fully aware of the

intent of her position, Susan kept up a constant stream of gagged

protests which Jennifer ignored. Finally satisfied with the female

partner, Jennifer came for David.

After he had been brought close to her he saw the girl's panic. Her face

was flushed under the pacifier and her chest heaved with agitation. She

did not want this to happen, he realized and was surprised to find his

own excitement growing as a result of that.

"Now just do what you're told and no one will suffer." Jennifer said as

she guided David until he lay on top of the helpless Susan. She felt

wonderful beneath him. Her breasts were crushed by his chest and his

pacifier lay only inches from her own. Her eyes were dark with fear as

they both sensed Jennifer's hands buckling David's wrists and ankles

into cuffs over top of Susan's.

There was one final step and Jennifer took her time at it. David caught

a brief glimpse of the tube of lubricating jelly before he felt Jennifer

apply it to his stiffness. It made him moan with pleasure, even after

his member was abandoned in favour of preparing Susan's rubberized

cavity.

Jennifer's hand went between them. David could feel her guiding his

sheathed stem to the mouth in Susan's pants. Then, suddenly and

wonderfully, he was inside her, watching with delight as her eyes grew

wide with surprise and a high pitched squeal escaped past her gag.

Lost in the ecstasy, David didn't see Jennifer prepare the syringe. He

whirled around at the prick of the needle in his arm and felt fear

again. "Just a little something to make sure you both take advantage of

the situation." Jennifer said as she wiped a damp cotton swab over

Susan's arm.

David had no idea what was in the needle but it had the effect of

agitating them both until his piston slid in and out of the helpless

Susan as quickly as they both could manage, racing towards a climax

forced by the drug. David was enjoying himself despite all he had been

through that day. Susan's face was flushed and while she still moaned,

her sounds were now of pleasure.

No sooner had they both come than the strange drug began to restore

their appetite. Jennifer had watched with obvious delight and took the

opportunity to remove both pacifiers. "I'm sure you'll both have a lot

to talk about before morning. Good night!"

Time and time again they rose to the peak of passion and subsided, only

to be brought back into arousal by the injections.

David lost count of how many times they were compelled to unite, his

penis never slipping from Susan's grasp. Even after he had nothing to

ejaculate his body was driven to renew the thrusts that now brought

Susan pain and made her protest. Many hours later they lay exhausted in

each other's arms, sore and drained, thankful for the peace. Without

taking advantage of their ability to speak, they each drifted into

sleep, ignoring the discomfort of their bonds.