It's for a dubious medical research experiment, i volunteered for (without reading the small pring, you know...).
The room is dimly lit, floor and the lower half of the walls are tiled, the rest is painted in this off white, not quite grey or yellow.
I am lying on a urological chair, my legs stuck in black rubber stockings are restrained on the stirrups my arms also stuck in long sleeved rubber gloves are cuffed to the armrests.
My head is fixated with straps, also my body. I can hardly move anything
ECG electrodes dot my breast, other monitoring devices are attached to my arms. Monitors to my side show all sorts of data
Another monitor in front of me shows different scenes in intervalls, erotic scenes, fetish scenes - other patients undergoing the same treatment as me...
I have to wear a gasmask admistering some kind of light aphrodisiac.
A nozzle is put in my rectum, with sepperated intake and outlet. From a enema bag or some machine runs a hose in the plug, the outlet disposes any waste in regular intervals into some drainage under the chair.
This is the focus of the experiment - some fancy new orgasm-retardant, which should keep you horny but make it impossible to cum indefinitly - as long as it is admistered.
My penis itself is stuck in a milking machine like the SeriousKit device (the vacuum-pump itself is stored away in another room, to keep things quiet).
The only sounds are the faint groans and moans from the educational program, the clicking and hissing of the milking machine, occasional beeping sounds from monitoring devices.
I've been stuck in this experiment a hour now, nearly going mad from horniness.
Then at some point the door to the small chamber opens. A male or TS nurse, the one checking on me every so often, comes in.
she is wearing stockings and a short, really short red rubberskirt. It doesn't hide anything - like the fact, that she doesn't wear panties.
"Officially your experemint ends now", she says. "But all the doctors have long gone by now."
With a sly smile she continues.
"I might releasy you now. Detaching all the tools, starting with that pesky milking tube on your cock..., untie you... the experiment doesn't require you to have an orgasm...", I gaze in agony. What? No release after this torture?
Her grin get's a bit wider "Or even better .... Nobody would notice if I just let you here for another one... two hours.", softly she caresses my breast between the electrodes
I twist and buckle in my restraints, but to no avail.
"However... there is another option. No one would notice either, if I let you cum in that nice machine at your hearts content. And for a ... small favor I'd help you... Oh? Was that a nod? I... think so."
While passing the chair, her penis lightly touches my cuffed hand, I try to grab it.
"Oh, so eager?"
She then stops the enema, let the last drops of liquid run down the outlet-hose and removes the plug. Another... plug is then inserted. I am to horny to even complain. The only thing I can think of is the orgasm building up slowly but surely.