Toy Factory Part 4  - Lord Highett's Request
GAY, WARNING, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES
the doctor continues his work ....
` Part four `

Lord Highett’s Request

The doctor greeted his client and friend, Lord Highett, in the plush private
consultation room of the doctor’s facility.

Lord Highett, despite his peerage, was not an aristocrat, in fact he was a
self-made multi-millionaire from the 1980s property boom. He was now in his
late 50s and corpulent and podgy.

No one would guess that beneath his slightly smarmy exterior, more used car
salesman than Lord, that a cold and perverse nature lay. One that was able to
buy whatever he wanted for his personal pleasure. And today he intended to
order a another for his collection of young men.

The doctor and the Lord sat down on a couch. A large screen television
flickered to life as the doctor pushed the remote control.

“We have a nice range of boys at the moment. Does His Lordship have a
particular type of boy in mind?” the doctor asked in the tone of voice a suit
salesman might use.

As he spoke the screen showed a jail like series of cells. In each sat a young
man, naked and gagged and handcuffed.

Highett watched intently as each cell in turn was shown.

“I think the blond one, the second one you showed me.” He said as if he were
choosing a tie.

“Excellent choice m’Lord” the doctor smiled.

“I will need adjustments…” Highett said.

The doctor nodded, moving to his computer on the desk behind the couch.

“What did you have mind Lord Highett?” he asked expectantly.

“I want something different, something more than usual. I want him malleable….
mentally deficient and submissive, blind …I like them blind, and no arms to
fight me off……and his teeth should be removed and his jaw fixed open. I have
had to have one of your boys disciplined for trying to bite me!”

The doctor’s cock was rigid in his medical uniform at the thought of working
on such a handsome young man. He enjoyed his work and the pleasure it gave him
in physically changing his victims.

“And how is my other project proceeding?”

The doctor just smiled.


As the men spoke, John sat in his cell, cold and shivering with fear. Why had
these men brought him here? What could they want from him? He had no money,
nothing?

The men who had snatched him off the streets had stripped him and hosed him
down and left him in the cell. There seemed to be others like this but he
could not hear anything from the cells next to his own.

Little did he know of the discussion going on in the room above that was
deciding his fate.


John awoke from his drug induced sleep. Things seemed a little out of focus.

But the room was black. He could see nothing. It could not dawn on him that he
was blinded.

His arms felt light and strange and his groin ached and instinctively moved
his hands to touch his cock and balls.

But something was wrong. He could not feel anything. What he had yet to
realise was he had no arms or hands only their phantom presence, a feeling
often had by amputees.

And he couldn’t seem to close his mouth. This was a very strange feeling.

But his mind could not focus and he could not work out why it was so dark.

He heard a door open but no light entered his dark cell from outside.

“I see you are awake my boy.” The soft voice said coolly. He vaguely
remembered hearing that voice before and he was not sure he liked it.

“The procedures have gone well young man. Shortly you will be leaving us. I
know you are probably feeling a little strange but that will pass.

We have had to take some pretty radical actions with you son. Unfortunately we
have had to remove you arms, they were getting in the way. You have been
gelded because you don’t need genitals any more and probably have noticed you
cannot close your mouth properly. We have also found it necessary to remove
your eyes. I am sorry about that but you new owner desired it.”

John would have reacted if he could have understood what the doctor was
talking about but somehow the words jumbled in his mind. The psycho-surgery
the doctor had performed had seen to that.

The doctor knew from the lack of reaction to this news that the brain surgery
had gone well. He was pleased he would be able to hand the young man over to
Highett. Another successful transformation had been completed.

But he had other projects to worry about including the other one for Lord
Highett.

He left John’s cell and moved to the room at the end of the corridor.

He opened the door and looked across the room to the figure lying on the bed.

This was Lord Highett’s other “project”.

The doctor smiled. Progress had been slow by was approaching conclusion.

To be continued …

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