I sat in the CEO's office listening to him dissect my grand scheme to oust him and take over the company. It had almost worked, too, but he caught wind of it in time - he wouldn't tell me how - and stopped it cold, retaining control and majority ownership.
When he was done, he asked me if I had any last words. "What are you going to do, shoot me? Not even you are that ruthless."
"Oh, no. I have something better in mind." He sprayed something across the desk at me. The last thing I heard was, "When you come at the king, you'd better not miss." Then all was blackness.
I woke up, stretched out on my back, feeling fuzzy - and strange. Opening my eyes showed my reflection in a mirror, strapped down securely, clothed from the top of my head to the tips of my toes in a transparent shiny suit, arms and legs secured to my sides, hands balled up in mittens. Clear lenses over my eyes let me see perfectly. I didn't have any hair underneath the suit. Trying to yell for help got me exactly nowhere, because I couldn't make the slightest sound. I finally quit struggling.
A closer look at the suit revealed wires coming from my ears - must be earplugs - a metal ring over my mouth, a flap of something between my teeth and lips and cheeks, tubes out of my nose, but nothing else beyond the suit. My cock and balls were exposed through a strategically placed hole. So were my nipples. It was comfortable enough, though it was very tight over my body. The material looked a bit odd, though, with some sort of lines running all through it.
The CEO's voice in my ears interrupted my examination. "Good, you're awake. Now we can finish getting you ready for your new home." I struggled more. "Settle down. There's nothing you can do to stop us, so you might as well relax." He was right, dammit. I relaxed. "Good."
Two men covered entirely in black latex came in with a bunch of things on a tray. They set that on the table beside me. Not a word was spoken as they went to work. The contents of the tray weren't reassuring, either. For the first time, I began to be truly scared.
First, they held up a long tube. The voice in my ears said, "That's going into your stomach. It'll be easier if you swallow it." I tried clamping my mouth shut, but one of the guys squeezed my balls hard, and when I opened my mouth to shout involuntarily, the tube went in. I swallowed it. The last part of it was a dildo that reached the back of my tongue, and then it twisted to lock into place. My mouth was now completely sealed and full of dildo.
Next, one of the guys swabbed my nipple with alcohol, then rubbed it so it would stand up. He picked up what looked like a pair of pliers and grabbed it in ringed tips, then pushed a large needle through. I couldn't even open my mouth to let out a silent yelp now, but I did struggle a little. He pushed the needle out with a bar and screwed a ball on the end to hold it in place. Next was another needle, stuck directly into the tip of my nipple and deeper than I would have guessed; He pulled that out and pushed in a weird looking screw, half metal, half plastic of some sort, then screwed it down tight. He clipped a wire to the side and the tip, then glued a clear cover over it, sealing it up. The process was repeated on the other nipple.
I was barely beginning to recover from the pain when the guy grabbed my cock. He stroked it a bit, and I got hard, flushing in embarrassment. Then he carefully wiped it down with alcohol, let it dry, and used a different pair of pliers to grab it lightly behind the tip. I could tell he was smiling inside his hood as he showed me another needle, fat and long, and pushed it straight through. OUCH DAMMIT!!! I couldn't hold still for the most intense pain I'd ever felt. Still, it was over, even those four seconds or so felt like an eternity of torture. I watched as the needle was replaced with another bar, and then he did it all over again at the base. Finally, he pinched my scrotum at the very bottom, next to my crotch, and added one more.
The CEO said, "There, that's the last piercing. The rest will be easy." I was breathing hard and trying to come down from the pain. I hardly noticed the catheter being slid into my bladder, or the short condom slipped over the end of it and glued to the head of my cock carefully, with its own tube. Finally, more wires were clipped to the three bars, and a sheath was drawn over the whole affair, sealing my cock inside the suit. The other guy connected a small tube from the condom to a fitting on the dildo in my mouth.
I discovered that what was holding my legs together was a long zipper when they unzipped it and unstrapped my legs. I was in no shape to struggle - not that it would have gotten me anything anyway. One guy lifted my legs straight up, pulling them apart, and I felt a rush of cold air at my butt. Surely they weren't going to…? Surely enough, they did. The guy showed me a fat dildo with something at the end away from the head, then lubed it up, pushed a glob of cold lube up inside me with a finger, then started to work the dildo in. I tried to keep my asshole clenched, but that didn't last long either, and soon enough the thing was up inside me. Flaps on the end sealed it in place, glued to the suit. I was now totally enclosed and penetrated.
They zipped my legs back together and picked up the final item on the tray, a large bundle of more transparent material. It turned out to be a bag. They started working it up my legs, where it proved to be quite tight. When it got to my thighs, they stopped and rolled me up on my side. All of the wires and tubes were routed around to my back to meet the tube and wires coming out of the thing in my ass, bundled up neatly, and a sheath slipped over them and pulled through a hole in the bag from the inside.
As they were working the bag the rest of the way up my body, it struck me that my life utterly depended on that bundle of hoses and wires - and that they hadn't gone to all that trouble as an elaborate way of killing me. Try as I might, though, I couldn't for the life of me figure out what they were going to do. They even put a small box or something over my chest, hollow inside, that held the bag away from it just a little.
Once the bag fully enclosed me, the end was sealed, and a hose plugged into a fitting in the bag itself. I could feel it being sucked down, molding itself precisely to me. After it seemed like it couldn't get any tighter, the hose was removed and the fitting sealed off. I looked up at the mirror, and saw myself completely enclosed in shininess, with the piercings and tubes and everything else about my naked body plainly visible. A quick test showed me that I was pretty much unable to bend or move at all.
The men rolled my table into the next room over. It had a high ceiling, and, in the center of the floor, a stout metal framework around a plexiglass box. The men wheeled me over to a big vat where a couple more were mixing something. They all stood me up and supported me while someone did something with my lifeline behind me. I could feel the suit cooling my body, and water started to rush in and out of my intestines from below. They kept holding me up as a couple of them started painting clear resin over me, being sure to do it slowly and carefully so there were no bubbles. All I could do was stand there while I was slowly encased in solid resin. As it cured, I stopped being able to move at all. I stood there for several hours, it felt like, just waiting for it to cure.
The next step was when they started sanding me down. It was light and gentle, but enough to thoroughly haze every bit of the surface. I couldn't see anything but white haze. I did feel them lift me and lower me, and I guess they supported me because I stayed upright.
I must have fallen asleep. I did feel the water in my guts, and occasionally something being pumped into my stomach, and of course I had no trouble breathing. Time became meaningless inside my shell right up until I saw what looked like water slowly working its way up my vision. It flowed far too slowly to be water, though. I finally realized what my fate was to be: sealed in the block of resin and kept alive by machines.
A while later - I don't know how long, and it didn't matter a whole lot - the plexiglass and frame were removed from around me. I could see out into the workshop clearly, and myself in a mirror that had been placed in front of me. The workers carefully inspected my block and polished a few spots where the surface wasn't perfect. When it was all done, they loaded me up onto a refrigerator dolly, with the box that kept me alive on another right behind it, and wheeled me up to the CEO's office.
He stepped up in front of me, looking me up and down critically, and smiled. "Well, now, looks like you're all set up. Comfortable? Not that it matters. You're going to spend the rest of your life like that. But even so…you haven't been treated to all of the features of your new home, yet." He grinned an evil grin. "That's my privilege."
He held up a box with buttons on it. "I can make you *hurt*." He pushed a button, and fire rippled through my nipples, one, then the other, then both alternating, then both at the same time. "See? I can do that just by pushing a button. Or this.' A different button, and fire ripped through my cock, and my balls, and up and down. Tears flowed freely. "I bet you'll come to enjoy pain, given enough time and conditioning." I wished I could tell him where he could stick his box. but that wasn't going to happen.
"But that's not all…" He pushed a different button. This time, it wasn't fire, but a pleasant tingle that filled my nipples and cock and balls. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Another button, and the dildo inside me started pushing in and out. "Oh, yes, I can bring you to orgasm, just like any man can be brought to orgasm with the right stimuli." I was definitely hard and throbbing against the resin now. "I can keep you on edge, or…" He turned a knob, and the stimulation became more insistent. Soon, a thunderous orgasm crashed through me. When it subsided, something strange: a thin stream of water fed onto my tongue from the dildo, and then…salty, sweet, sticky. "Enjoy drinking your own cum. It's the only thing you will ever taste again." I tried to look disgusted, but couldn't help swallowing it.
"You can't be a good boy or a bad boy. You can only be, and live. What you feel at any moment is purely at the mercy of my whims. And you will never, ever, ever be released. You will be mine for as long as we both live."
Tears flowed anew as I realized the full extent of my fate.
"You'll be the perfect example of what happens to people who try to cross me. Like I said, when you come at the king, or the CEO, you'd better not miss."