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The boy groaned.
He did not realize where he was, or what had happened to him; his clouded mind was not able to hold on to any thought. A dull aching throughout his entire body was the only thing that was there, not severe but always there in the background, not allowing him to fall asleep again.
Little did he realize what had just happened to him hours ago; his entire life had been changed in an instant, and the new modifications to his body reflected this, making him more suited to the tastes of his new owner.
Slowly, the effects of the drugs that had fogged his mind and kept him unconscious during the surgery subsided, and realization crept in. Images appeared before his mind's eye - his then-intact body laying face down on a dirty sidestreet, with two large men approaching, one of them still holding the shotgun that had fired the tranquilizer that had downed him, him chained to the wall naked in a small, dark cell for what had seemed to him like months, then the strange man in white who had explained to him that he wouldn't have to live on the streets anymore from now in, that his body would be modified to suit his new owner's desires, and that he would become a living toy for the rest of his life. Screams echoed in his mind - his own screams, he realized, screams of fear as he was led to the surgery room and strapped to the table. He had been grateful when a syringe had injected a anesthetic into his arm, allowing him to pass out.
Suddenly, something touched his chest, forcefully ripping his mind's attention from these memories, causing him to scream again - but this time, no sound came out of his mouth. As understanding slowly dawned on him, he tried to get up; and suddenly, he fully realized what they had done to him. He started to scream again silently, again and again until he finally passed out.
The doctor smiled. The operation had gone very well, without any real complications, and the boy looked sweet. Both his arms and legs had gone, leaving only tiny stumps that had been covered up with skin; bolts had been implanted into them for later use. His eardrums had been cut out, and his blue eyes had been plucked and replaced by artificial ones, leaving him permanently deaf and blind. The doctor had also cut his larynx, muting the boy, and fixed and readjusted his jaw so his mouth was opened unnaturally widely forever.
Looking down over the boy's mutilated body, the doctor smiled to himself again; the boy's testicles had been removed as well, and his penis had been cut off, leaving only an inch-long stump. To finish the boy's transformation into a living toy, all of his teeth had been removed, and his asshole had been widened so it would be able to take even the biggest cocks.
The doctor intended to keep this one as his own personal plaything, forever suspended from the ceiling in his own private playroom, but he already had a customer interested in purchasing the boy's eyes, balls and penis, and he was also sure his arms and legs would be able to be put to good use in another surgery for one of his clients. Giving the boy another pat, the doctor left the room, satisfied with the results of this operation.
When the boy woke up again, amnesia was not there again to save him from the horrors he had been put through. The constant pull on what he now realized were the stumps of his arms and legs seemed to indicate that he had been suspended, although for what purpose, he did not know. Everything was dark and silent, and tears began to run down from his artificial eyes over his cheeks as the thought that he was doomed to spend the rest of his life like this crossed his mind, mutilated and maimed by the madman in white.
Two days later, his tears had dried out; his whole mind was controlled by ever-increasing hunger and thirst, and he sobbed silently, hoping someone would have pity on him and give him something to eat or drink - anything. He felt like he was dying with thirst, his body slowly being drained of all liquid in what seemed like an exquisite, cruel tortue.
The doctor hummed as he left work for the day, looking forward to using his new toy for the first time. He had not looked after the boy for three days now, intending to slowly break the young one's spirit as well, but today, he wanted to have some fun.
The metal doors of the playroom slid open without a sound as he entered his code; after they closed again, he switched on the lights, admiring the young boy hanging from the ceiling. Chains had been attached to the hooks in his stumps, suspending him from the ceiling, and he was swinging back and forth slowly, staring at the doctor blindly, unaware of his presence. The doctor smiled and slowly walked around the boy, admiring his work again, then took a long bullwhip and began drawing it across the boy's body, leaving bloody marks all across his back and bottom. The boy's twitching was the only sign that he actually felt it, and the doctor grunted as he felt his cock hardening inside his pants.
When his arm started to get tired, he put the whip away again; the boy's skin was hanging from his back in shreds, blood slowly running down his body and collecting in a small pool on the floor underneath him. His twitching, which had stopped a while ago already, started again as he realized there would be no more whipstrokes.
Walking around to the boy's front side again, the doctor unbuttoned his trousers and slid them down his legs; then, he took the boy's head with both hands and pushed his erect penis into his toy's mouth. As he began to pee, he noticed with satisfaction that the boy swallowed every drop. After he finished, his cock had become even harder from the sensation of the boy's soft, toothless mouth, so he began thrusting into it, fucking the boy's face quickly and forcefully until he came, his load of cum being swallowed by the boy as well. With a deep breath, he withdrew from the boy's mouth again and closed his trousers, then turned out the lights and left the room to take care of some paperwork before going to bed.
After being used like this, the boy cried inwardly again; the pee had not been enough to quench his thirst, and on top of this, what was left of his body was hurting as if it was on fire from the whipping and the continued suspension, his stumps feeling as if they were being ripped from his body. Weeping silently, he prayed to whatever higher powers there were for a quick death, but deep inside, he knew that the doctor would not allow this to happen - that his fate was sealed.
Hours later, he managed to fall asleep, but woke up again after a short while, and his hopes that it was all just a dream were destroyed again. He began to scream again without a sound as madness slowly began to creep into his mind, the only release still available to him.
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