The Making of a Slave - 30. Got Milk?

My body tingles, I feel so strange,
I feel so tired, I feel so drained,
And I'm wondering if I'll ever be the same again,
Is this in limbo or in Heaven or Hell?

He picked my car keys off the table and said, “We’ll see you later Patrick.”

“Later,” replied Patrick as he waved from the couch.

“Does he know where we’re going?” I asked, once we were out of the room.

“Na,” said Zack, “this is stuff he doesn’t want or need to know about. It doesn’t affect him in any way.”

“OK, got it,” I replied.

The ride was a bit quicker than expected and Zack had limited information about the process.

“So what else do you know about this place?” I asked.

“Not much more than what I told you,” he replied. “They will probably try to sell us a membership since this treatment is free.”

“Are you going to become a member?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” he replied, “let’s see how this goes.”

“I was checking them out online and the personal services seem to be limited.” I added.

Zack replied, “They probably don’t want to put them on their website - but Max sent me a copy of what they provide and it’s extensive.”

“What’s on the list?” I asked.

“Pretty much anything you want,” he said. “Gag reflex training, branding, flogging, mummification, you name it.”

“I don’t want any of that,” I joked.

After about a 25 minute drive, we arrived, parked and walked through the elaborate lobby. Zack went up to the reception desk to check in. I was told to take a seat while Zack stood there and signed a few papers. He came back and sat down next to me and, a few minutes later, a youngish looking lady holding a clipboard came out and called for Zack.

Zack said, “just wait here, they’ll call you in a few minutes.” He got up and went with the lady.

After about another 10 minutes, I was called up to the desk to also sign a few forms. The lady that handed me the forms said, “we need you to sign this form which gives Zack Miller control over any treatments you receive here.”

I read through them quickly but I was basically agreeing to give Zack the power to make decisions for me. Zack had already signed. I signed and handed them to her then sat back down in the waiting area. About another 5 minutes went by then someone dressed like a nurse came out and called me by name. “Weedge?” He said.

He looked like he was in his mid 20s, short with olive skin and dark brown hair. He was also carrying a clipboard. I went up to him and he said, “follow me.”

“Are you the technician?” I asked as I started following him.

“Follow me, please,” he repeated.

I nodded and walked with him through a door past the reception desk then another door which had steps that lead down one flight. We walked past a few rooms on either side of a well maintained hallway and walked into one. Zack was already in there.

The room had two chairs against one wall, a counter with a sink, an examination table with straps in the middle and what looked like an open shower with floor drain in one corner. The drain looked like a small shower base but had an open drain in the middle - like a toilet. There was also what looked like a drain under the table - like a white porcelain sink on the floor. There were hoses attached to it and hung on the table side. There was also a monitor screen on a pedestal next to the table with a keyboard attached underneath.

“Hi Mr. Miller, my name is Devon,” he said, speaking directly to Zack. “I’ll be doing the procedure, please have him strip and I’ll explain the process to you.”

Zack looked at me with a smile but I started to strip without saying anything. I picked up my clothes and put it on the chair next to where Zack was sitting.

“Devon continued, “we’ll first need to drain the bladder. Do you want that done through catheterization?”

“Catheter?” Asked Zack. “Is that necessary?”

“No, not at all,” replied Devon, “just an option.”

“”We can skip that,” said Zack as I felt a sense of relief.

“OK, then,” said Devon, “he’ll need to empty his bladder.” He picked up a portable plastic urinal and handed it to me. Nothing else was said but I held it under my caged dick and started pissing. The sound of my pee filling the container was the only sound in the room.

Devon pointed to the shower/drain in the corner and said, “that can be disposed of there. Leave the container on the floor.”

Devon flipped through a few pages on the clipboard and said, “OK, let me explain the procedure. This is a full prostate drain and will cause all present seminal fluids to be expelled. I’ll start with a cavity cleanse procedure, followed by a prostate examination - then we’ll insert a device that uses sound waves and vibration to massage the prostate. You’ll be able to see a sonogram of the process on the screen. It will be slow and since this is his first time, it could take up to 2 hours. He won’t feel any pain but may feel some discomfort during the procedure. It’s also common to feel soreness for up to 2 days following - which can be treated with ibuprofen. If there’s bleeding or pain - contact us immediately. Are there any questions?”

Zack replied, “nope, I’m good.”

“Do I have your permission to begin?” Asked Devon.

“Yes,” replied Zack.

“Great, please just sign here and initial here,” said Devon as he handed Zack the clipboard. “Can I get you something to drink before we start?” He asked.

Zaxk signed and handed back the board. “No, thanks, I’m good for now.”

“OK let me know if you need anything,” said Devon as he put the board down on the counter and slipped on gloves. Speaking directly to me he said, “get on the exam table face down.”

The table was cushioned and shaped like a body. There was a headpiece which held my forehead and had an opening for my nose and mouth. There were armrests a few inches below the table. The middle went about as far as my belly button and then branched out for the two legs. I laid down as instructed.

Once positioned, Devon started to strap me in, saying “it’s important that there’s no movement throughout the procedure so I’m going to secure him to the table.”

The straps were all velcro and padded on the side that came into contact with my body. The first strap was very high on my thigh right below my butt on each side. He pulled them pretty tight before affixing it. The second set of straps were above my knee and another set below my knee - then one right by my ankles. The fit for each was very snug. There were two straps for each arm - one by the elbow and one by my wrist. Those were also taut. Finally he put a strap across my neck but left the fit loose.

I heard him fumble behind me and the next thing I felt was his finger lubricating my hole. “I need you to just relax,” he said, “It will be a lot quicker and easier if you just let it happen and not fight or tighten up.”

He inserted something that felt like a hose. It must have had some lubricant on it as it felt slippery going in. Talking to Zack and I guess indirectly to me he said, “this is to clean out his cavity. He’s going to feel a rush of fluid, it will hold for 5 minutes and will automatically expel. This will happen twice, maybe three times if necessary. There will be some discomfort but he shouldn’t try to expel it any sooner, he won't be able to.”

No sooner did he stop talking did I feel a rush of water come into my rectum. There was a sound of water running - similar to what you hear after you flush the toilet and it starts to refill the tank. The sound stopped and I felt full inside. I wanted to do exactly what he said - push it out but I just held it. It was fine for a few minutes then the urge to expel increased to the point where it started to hurt. I let out a soft groan and seconds later the unit sort of sucked the water out of me. I heard it run into the sink below me.

Within the next minute the process repeated. It was actually a bit more uncomfortable the second time. After the water expelled Devon said, “looks like he’s good.”

He removed the device and then wiped the area with a warm damp cloth. “I’m now going to perform a prostate exam.” He inserted his lubricated finger inside me and moved it around.

“OK, feels perfect,” he said as he pulled out of me. He took off his gloves and put on a new pair and he moved some equipment closer to me. I again felt something slide into my hole. This time the screen lit up. It was hard to see from my position but it had a video of the inside of my rectum and a bunch of other graphs.

I felt a slight vibration as he turned it on and then just felt pressure inside me. Devon said, “it will take a few minutes for the unit to calibrate.” He pointed to the screen and added, “this indicator which is now yellow will turn green. This part is the sonogram and will show the prostate gland. This section here is just a visual of the rectum.”

He pushed a few buttons as the device adjusted inside me. It felt warm with a very slight vibration. He looked at the screen and said, “Like I indicated before, it will take a bit longer since this is his first time.”

I heard a beep and Devon said, “OK it’s calibrated now. If he moves it may need to re-calibrate but the process is working now - it can take anywhere from 10 to 60 minutes for the elimination to begin. You are free to stay or come and go as you please. The card will give you access to our gym, hot tubs and pool on the first floor. You can also enter the pub next door from inside the spa. I’ll be back to check on him in a few minutes.” He dimmed the lights then left the room.

Zack asked, "Are you OK?”

I chuckled and said, “everything considered, I’m fine. Are you going to stay the whole time?”

“I’m going to go check the place out. They gave me a brief tour before but I want to explore it a bit more. I’ll be back to check on you.”

“OK, see you later,” I replied as he left the room.

For the first 20 minutes I did not really feel anything other than being strapped to a table like that made me want to fidget. After another 20 minutes, I started to feel like I had to pee. It started slow – like a regular feeling that I had to go – but it quickly got stronger. In a few minutes it started to become unbearable. It felt like I had to pee really bad but I was blocked from going. I tried pushing like I was peeing but it made me feel worse.

Devon popped back in, looked at the screen and said, “good, I see the elimination has started, slow but started.”

“It feels like I have to take a bad piss,” I said.

“Yep, that’s normal, just relax,” he replied as he walked out of the room.

As much as I tried, I could not relax. It was constant – the feeling that I was stuck and had to pee wouldn’t go away and it was bad enough to drive me crazy. After another 5 minutes I started to hear a dripping noise. I knew it was dripping out of my dick but I didn’t feel it – all I felt was the urge to pee. I felt my body start to sweat not knowing how else to react. I groaned out loud as tears were welling up in my eyes. I couldn’t take this much longer and wanted to scream. I laid there struggling to deal with it and Zack walked back in.

“How are you doing Weedge?,” He asked. “It looks like it’s starting to work.”

I was breathing a bit heavy from the discomfort. “It’s hard to bear and this could go on for hours.”

“Just relax,” he said. “You’ll have to learn to take this and it will get easier. Just relax and think about how it’s making your prostate healthier”.

The drip was slow but steady - like a leaky faucet - 10 to 15 seconds between each drip. I took a few deep breaths and tried to relax - slowly breathing in through my mouth and exhaling even slower through my nose. I started to calm down and my body felt colder now with my sweating subsiding.

Zack sat down and listened to the drip for a few minutes. “It’s amazing how it can come out of you like that with no feeling of pleasure.”

I said nothing, just concentrated on my breathing.

“I met another Master upstairs. He's just 2 years older than me and I’m going to have a drink with him. I’ll be back after that.”

He left and again, the only sound was the intermittent drip. It had a ping to it. I focused on the sound and it became somewhat soothing. After each drip there was a slight sense of relief and relaxing of the strain.

Although I felt emotionally calmer I started to feel physically sore. The feeling started inside me where the probe was inserted and carried straight through my scrotum. It felt like I had jerked off a few times in a row only it was a much stronger soreness.

I tried to zone out a bit when I heard Devon come back in. He walked around the table inspecting the situation and said, “Good, it’s working well but there’s more to go.”

I knew I wasn’t entitled to questions but I sensed a loosening of his attitude and asked anyway, “How long will it go on for?”

“Well,” replied Devon, “it depends on you. Normally it takes about twenty minutes to two hours to fully drain or milk the gland. The right setting is important since too much stimulation could bring a pleasurable feeling with it - and that’s not part of this procedure”

“Understood,” I said, happy that he was talking to me like a human. .

“It would be a problem if you got pleasure from it,” he said with a wry laugh. “This will drain you and make it difficult or impossible to feel an orgasm for a day or two. Your body has to remake the semen, which doesn’t take too long, but you’ll also be too sore and weak for a strong ejaculation.”

“Thank you,” I replied. I don’t know if he took pity on me or just warmed up to me but he seemed eager to provide information.

He continued, “This machine is great. We used to have to do it manually with a probe and it was hard to get right. The machine can sense how your body reacts to the stimulation and adjusts it.”

I decided to try and talk to him more - if for no other reason than to get my mind off the peeing urge. “So are you a nurse or physical therapist?

“I’m a PA, Physician's Assistant,” he said. “There’s a doctor on staff here for any medical issues.”

“Do you do all the procedures?” I asked.

“Anything that doesn’t involve breaking the skin, yes, but the doctor signs off on all procedures.”

“How many of these have you done?” I asked.

“Milkings?” He asked then paused to think for a few seconds, “probably over 100.”

“So this is totally routine to you,” I added.

“Yea,” replied Devon, “but they’re all different and everyone reacts differently. You’ve taken it like a champ.”

“Thanks,” I said with a smile.

“OK,” he said as he tapped my shoulder, “Just relax and I’ll be down to check on you in a little while.” With that he turned and went back out.

After what seemed like another hour - but it was less - the dripping sounds started to space out longer and longer until they eventually stopped. The feeling of having to pee went away but the straining and sense of soreness increased to a dull ache. Gone was the feeling of relief that came with the drip and I had to adjust to that.

Devon came back in to check and said, “looks like you’re almost done. I’ll give it a few more minutes ”

I was wondering how much longer Zack would be away but he came back at about the same time Devon walked back in. “All done?” Asked Zack.

“Yes,” replied Devon, “just going to remove the device and clean him up.”

He removed the probe and slid it away from the table. I felt him wipe the area with a warm moist cloth. I could smell the antiseptic that was on the cloth. He turned on the water to wash away the semen that had dripped into the sink underneath the table, then proceeded to undo all the Velcro straps.

He held out his hand for me to grab, “get up slowly and sit on the edge.”

He handed me a bottle of water and said, “take a little time to relax and collect yourself. When you feel ready, you can get dressed.”

He handed Zack the clipboard again, “I need you to sign here. He’s likely going to be really sore tonight. The process involves contraction to expel semen that’s not ordinary and natural. So, it’s going to hurt but it will get better as time goes on. Like I said before, you can give him some over the counter pain reliever. It’s unlikely but if you see any bleeding or the soreness persists for more than 2 days give us a call.”

“Thank you,” said Zack.

I sat up on the table and drank the water. He was right about it hurting. I felt it from down in my thighs through my butt muscles and up to my stomach. I finished the bottle of water and stepped down off the table. As weak as I felt, it was good to stand. I got dressed.

“Are you OK to go?” Asked Zack.

“Yea, I’m fine,” I replied.

He put his arm around me as we walked out of the room together. I could sense his pride and it felt awesome for him to touch me like that. I momentarily forgot about the soreness.