Chapter Two

"And how is the patient doing today? Is everything going well?" A tall man in his late sixties dressed in a white doctor's uniform was staring down at Michael's face. He was examinating his eyes and pulled with his glove covered index finger Michael's left eyelid up. The man, who was probably a doctor of some kind, was not addressing to Michael in particular because he continued his questioning without waiting for a reply.

"How long has he been awake?"

"For only about half an hour sir, I was checking his statistics when he started mumbling and stirring in his sleep."

"Did you give him any medicines after he awoke?"

"I've only given him something to drink, nothing else doctor."

"Did you prepare the equipment for the operation?"

"Yes doctor." "Good, than we can go on with the procedures."

Michael, who was still strapped down to his strange and demeaning position, started to panic. When the doctor first entered the room, he has hoped that he was able to explain to him what has happened, but instead, he was completely ignored and they were bound to start some kind of medical procedure on him. He tried to speak up to attract their attention, but his throat was soar and his voice seemed too small to be heard by the others.

"What, what's going on, what are you going to do with me?"

The nurse, who Michael remembered to be called Angelica, turned to him and tried to comfort him by stroking his hair which has became moist with his transpiration. "Calm down Michael, everything is going to be alright, the doctor is going to conduct a small operation which is standard for any new male patients arriving at the Blackstone Asylum. We have anaesthetized you so you won't have any pain in case you woke up before the procedure has ended. It will be over soon."

Michael's mind started racing after hearing the nurse's reply, What does she mean by standard procedures, why was he committed into an asylum? He suddenly remembered his trapped private parts and fear gripped over him as he imagined what kind of treatment they could have installed for him. "No, please, don't castrate me!" He pleaded and tried to struggle out of his restrains. With shear panic in his eyes he begged the nurse to release him, but Angelica only smiled at him pitifully and kept whipping his damp hair out of his pale face. "Don't worry, everything is going to be fine, just try to relax."

Suddenly, he felt a cold metal probe tunnelling deep into his rectum and pushing down at his prostate. It didn't hurt him but the pressure applied to his prostate made him want to release himself and let him lose some urine, which the nurse wiped away with a damp jodium soaked cloth without even looking twice. Michael on the other hand felt humiliated and tried to hold the rest of his bladder contents in. He tilted his head to the right as far as his restrains allowed him, and observed in quit panic the doctor, who was examining the instruments that where spread across the table on a green cloth.

"Is the incision area sterilized nurse Angelica?"

"Yes doctor."

"Good, we can begin."

Michael saw the doctor heading for his rear end, which was still covered with the white sheet. He carried a black humming box which was connected to a series of wires that disappear beneath the sheets. Suddenly, Michael felt a flow of electric shocks exploding against his prostate, each of them lasting only 2 seconds or so, he felt his pelvis muscle contract and the bladder which he has been trying to constrain with so much effort emptied itself. Before he could recover from the first blast, The doctor pushed the button for auto control and Michael was internally bombarded by a series of electric shocks. To his disgust, the enforced movements of his pelvis induced his penis to erect into full proportions, however, because of the anaesthetics he didn't feel aroused at all and he was very afraid that his erect throbbing lid will succumb to the doctor's knife. Michael tried to call out for help but the only sounds he was able to produce between the electric shocks he received was childish mumbling.

Angelica was keeping an eye on Michael while Dr Stanfield proceeded. She noticed Michael's effort to speak and felt sorry for the young man strapped down at the operation table. How can such a kind looking man with those sad puppy eyes be a reaper and a woman killer? Of course she knows his records and was familiar with the reason of his commission to the Blackstone Institute, which was infact an asylum for the criminally insane. But still. The poor guy is petrified that he will be castrated, but instead the doctor was inserting electrodes and sensors underneath his lid. The sensors can be set to give a signal when the penis was erected by arousal, this activates a chip, which will also be inserted into the male patient, to release a series of painful electric shocks to the neurons in the penis, causing the patient squirm and scream with pain. This punitive device was used to prevent male patients getting their hands on female orderlies and nurses, it was also used as a punishment for patients who were charged with rape crimes. For Michael, this means that any arousal will be punished with a series of 200 Volts electro shocks lasting for more than two hours. Angelica felt really sorry for him, the 200 Volt chip was only meant for severe rape criminals and was in practice hardly ever used. Michael's ordeal lasted no longer than 20 minutes, but to Michael it seemed like hours, finally, the electric shocks seized and after Dr Stanield has sewed tight the incision wounds, a sedative drug was administrated to him by Angelica, which put him within minutes into a light slumber. He felt that his constrains were removed and that he was lifted off the operation table by two male orderlies, and put onto a stretcher. They strapped Michael to the stretcher using leather wrist and ankle cuffs. One of them looked at Michael and smiled friendly at him. "So my friend, that was something wasn't it? Now just relax and don't start any trouble, than everything is going to be all right." Michael tried to smile back at the orderly, he felt dizzy in a good kind of way and was totally exhausted. The only thing he wanted to do now was rest, he hardly has the energy to cause any trouble at all.

As Michael was wheeled out of the small operation room and into the corridor, he stared at the green ceiling that was gliding above him at what it seemed bedazzling speed. Michael wanted to make a comment to the friendly orderly, the one who has asked him to be cooperative, but as soon he opened his mouth he forgot what he had in mind. Soon the drug kicked in completely and Michael dozed off into a serine sleep.