This story is fiction, a figment of my warped imagination. Should the
characters in this story even remotely bare similarities to any real person,
living or dead, it was purely accidental and any such similarities are strictly
coincidences.
This story deals with mature subject matter and involves intimate gay sex. If
it is illegal for you to read such material, due to your age or location, then
please don't. If you are offended by acts of homosexuality between consenting
and non-consenting adults, then Do Not Read this story.
The author does not necessarily condone or subscribe to the behavior discussed
in this story. It was written strictly as a form of entertainment and acts
described should not be attempted by anyone that does not know what the hell
they are doing.
Story codes: M/M/Anal/Oral/Bond/NC/Spank/Hum/cbt/WS
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A Daymare on Kelly Street
by Rob
Part 28
The Parts Farm
"Ahiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeee." I screamed out as cold water woke me from a deep,
troubled sleep.
"Wake up Harold, you can't be spending all day sleeping, that will come soon
enough." Al yelled out.
I sat up quickly shivering from the cold water. Al stood off to one side
holding a water bucket.
"Do you know how to find your way back to your room from here?" he asked.
"No Sir, I have no idea where I am." I replied truthfully.
"Ok, follow me and I will lead you back. Have a shower, shave your body then
go for breakfast. I assume you remember how to get to the dining room from
your room."
"Yes Sir, I am pretty sure." I replied as I got up off the floor, the cold water
dripping off.
He took me down a number of corridors that all looked alike, finally stopping in
front of a door the same as the countless others we had passed.
"This is your room." he said.
"After you finish breakfast do whatever you like, we will find you if we want
you." he said as he turned and walked off in the direction we had come.
I opened the door and entered. The three guys were still asleep. I was
beginning to think they were never awake anymore, well it was probably a blessed
relief for them.
Just inside the room, like any normal 4 person hospital ward, there was a
bathroom. This one was well equipped with a shower, tub, sink and vanity with
mirror. He told me I was to shave so I figured there must be razors here
somewhere. I pulled on the vanity mirror and it opened. Inside were
disposable razors, shaving cream and a small stack of new toothbrushes as well
as toothpaste.
I had not brushed my teeth last night so that was the first thing I did, I
wanted to get rid my mouth of that horrible morning taste. I then grabbed a
new razor, a can of foaming shaving cream and jumped into the shower.
About thirty minutes later I climbed out of the shower, feeling fresh and new.
Back in the room I found a slaves outfit in the small cupboard under my bedside
table. I dressed quickly and headed for the dining room to meet Reg.
I found my way back to the dining room but I am sure it was only because of the
smells in the hall way. I opened the door and entered.
"Good morning Mr. Harold." Timothy greeted me.
"Good morning Timothy, is Reg here yet?"
"Oh no Sir, Mr. Reg will not be taking his meals here anymore." he said
politely.
I knew better than to ask questions, instead I let him lead me to the table. I
ordered coffee and a complete breakfast. After eating I left and made my way
to the nurses station.
Alex had told me that Reg would be my buddy for a couple of weeks, so it would
only be natural for me to ask him where I would find Reg.
"Ah good morning Harold." Alex greeted me when I entered the nurses station.
"I trust you slept well, but I must caution you, it really would be more prudent
to spend the nights in your own bed." he warned.
"But the Master took me and left me in that room, Sir." I said in defense.
"A Master took you? I know of no such thing happening." he said.
"I inadvertently broke a rule yesterday and he took me to be punished, Sir." I
said with my head bowed.
"You were punished? How?" he asked in surprise.
"I was zapped twice, Sir. But I swear Sir I didn't realize I had broken a
rule. It won't happen again, Sir, I promise." I said getting all flustered
now, afraid he would punish me as well.
He must have sensed or saw my agitation because he tried to calm me down.
"Hey it is ok, Harold. I am not angry with you. Relax. I didn't know that
you had been taken. What rule did you break?"
"Well Sir, Reg asked me if I knew anything about this place and I told him
basically what happens here, Sir. The Master was very unhappy with me for
meddling where I shouldn't, Sir."
"Yes, that would make the Master very unhappy. That would explain why Reg's
schedule has been moved up." he said.
"Pardon, Sir?" I asked.
"Oh nothing you need to concern yourself with. Reg won't be your buddy
anymore, I will have to get someone else for you." he added quickly.
"Now you go and find yourself something to do. Reg showed you where everything
is, did he not?"
"Yes, Sir."
"If we need you we will find you, now off you go.....Oh, and by the way, Harold.
You did the right thing coming to me like this." he said with a smile.
"Thank you, Sir." I replied.
I went back out into the hall, not sure what I wanted to do. I was still tired
so decided I would go back to the room and try and get a bit of sleep.
When I walked in, all my room mates were awake. Their beds had been cranked up
and they all were in a kind of sitting position. There was not a sound in the
room.
"Hi guys." I said. "My name is Harold, guess I am the next victim."
That brought a smile to one of the faces, but not a sound. I noticed that two
of the guys did not blink, they had not smiled either. Their eyes were wide
open, but they stared straight ahead. I looked at the third guy and he looked
back at me. He brought a hand out from under the covers and pointed to his
eye, gave the slit throat sign then pointed to the other two. I nodded in
understanding. There eyes had been removed.
I was going to find out they had all been through other horrors as well. Not
only had they both lost their eyes, all three had had their kidneys removed.
They were all hooked up on permanent dialysis, the tubes were concealed by the
bedding.
Apparently the kidneys are the very first thing to sell. There being a great
world wide demand for kidneys. This necessitated that each bed have it's own
permanent dialysis machine.
The dialysis machine itself was not in the room, it was behind the wall.
Everything was made to look normal in the room. Having the machines next to
the bed would not have been good for the patient, emotionally. They did not
want the patient's to just give up. Apparently when a patient gives up the
body and any usable organs quickly start to deteriorate.
There was another horror that I hadn't anticipated. Once they start to cut you
up, the first thing they do is insert a tube down the throat that effectively
silences the vocal cords. The patient becomes a mute instantly. An ingenious
and diabolical gag. A special tool is needed to both insert or remove the
tube.
The reason for the muting was to keep the patient from saying anything that
would upset other patient's. No cries of pain, no screams waking up from
nightmares. As well, if a patient couldn't talk about what was happening to
them they couldn't dampen spirits, at least that was the theory and faulty
reasoning the assholes were using to substantiate this torture.
I went to my bed and lay down. I tried closing my eyes and going to sleep, but
sleep wouldn't come. The only sound was the breathing of the three muted men.
My gawd what a horror to live through. How was I going to manage this without
going completely mad?
My thoughts were interrupted by Alex entering the room.
"How is everyone doing?" he smiled and asked cheerily.
He went over and talked quietly to each of the others, I could not make out what
he said at all.
Then he came across and talked with the lad next to me, his name was Art. I
heard Alex call him that. Alex talked real low, it was difficult to catch
much of what he said, but I did catch this.
"How are your new testicles doing Art? Has the Pain eased yet?"
By the sound of it they were experimenting with trying to transplant testicles.
Not satisfied to just take parts they were also using us as guinea pigs. That,
I suspected, was the real reason for muting. To prevent the patient from
telling the others what horrors were being tried on them as well as to prevent
them from crying out their pain.
Alex then turned his attention to me.
"Come along Harold, you will have visitors this morning." he said.
I started to ask who, but he silenced me. I got up and followed him. It was
a long way through corridors that branched off corridors, man a guy could get
so lost in this place. I knew one thing for sure I would not be able to find
my way back without a guide.
The room we entered was like a fancy living room. It wasn't huge, but it
wasn't small either. There were a few easy chairs and a couple of matching
sofas. End tables with lamps, a couple of coffee tables. A side board that
contained a large, ornate silver coffee urn and a platter of sticky buns covered
in seran wrap.
Must be important people I thought, to get this kind of treatment. Alex moved
towards the wall on the right and pushed or touched something on the wall and a
panel opened. He indicated for me to follow.
Behind the panel was a small dressing room. He had me strip, everything off.
What fucking kind of visitors would want me naked, I wondered. They sure as
hell were not friends.
Once I was naked and had stored my slave outfit and boots in a small locker, he
motioned me to another door.
This was a room with a whole bunch of very round cages, in a row along the right
side of the room. They stood about three feet out from the wall and three feet
apart and were only big enough for a man to stand in. They ran from floor to
ceiling and there were eight of them.
I had been so intent on looking at these cages that I hadn't noticed I ninth
until Alex opened the front of it and motioned me to get in. This cage was
all by itself on the left side of the room but centred.
The cage was so small I had to go in backwards because Alex wanted me facing the
centre of the room. Once inside it would be impossible to turn around, or make
any other movement for that matter. To say it was a very tight squeeze would be
an understatement.
He closed the door and secured it with a padlock.
"There will be others here soon, if you open your mouth and say one word to any
of the other patients, you will be severely punished, Harold. You know how I
punish, so be warned." he cautioned as he turned and left.
What the hell were they up to now? Others were being brought to the cages, I
was completely lost and confused. I was also starting to ache a bit. The
cell was not comfortable in the slightest degree.
It was perhaps ten or fifteen minutes before the door opened and Alex brought
another lad in. He was about my age and build. Alex forced him to get into
the first cage on the right end of row. He was also made get in backwards so
he was facing the centre of the room. Alex gave him the same warning he had
given me, then he left us.
I looked at him and tried to give the what the fuck is going on look, but it was
impossible. The lad looked scared to death, he was as white as a sheet and I
could see that he was also trembling. He was probably like Reg, just picked up
and found himself here. Totally alone and scared out of his wits.
I wanted to say something to him to try and ease his fears, but didn't dare. I
did not want another zap to my nuts. I would rather die then go through that
again.
Over the course of the next hour, Alex and a couple of other, nurses I guess
they were, brought other guys in and put them in the cages. One guy was so
big the nurse that brought him actually had to push against him to get him in.
That was over half an hour ago, I could just imagine how uncomfortable the poor
bugger was by now.
The eight cages were eventually filled, each, except for the big guy, holding a
lad of about my age, height and build. Then we waited.
It was hours, how many I have no way of knowing for sure. We couldn't sit, we
couldn't move, we were not permitted to talk. We just stood there waiting, our
inner fears taking hold. Our imaginations flying out of control. I have to
admit I was almost as scared as that poor lad that had followed me into this
hole.
Finally the door opened and Alex entered.
"Listen up." he ordered.
"Soon customers will enter and look at you. If they ask you a question answer
politely. Remember I have the black box. Say one thing you shouldn't and
your fucking balls will feel like they are being torn off."
"Harold, you have tasted the juice, how would you like me to zap you while in
the cage?" he asked.
"Oh gawd no, Sir. Please not while in the cage. I'll be good and polite, I
promise Sir, but please don't zap me." I cried out in real fear.
"What's wrong Harold, don't you like the zapper, is that it?" he taunted as he
walked over and stood to one side of my cage. Not blocking the view from any of
the other cages
"Please Sir, I had it twice last night. I'll be good, I swear I will." I was
crying now.
Alex turned and looked at the other cages.
"I get the impression that Harold doesn't like being zapped. Poor Harold." he
joked.
He turned back to me.
"Too bad Harold, but I have to demonstrate for these lads and I think you are
the perfect one to demonstrate on." he said holding up the black box.
He smiled and I watched as he started to push the button.
"Nooooooooooo Pleaseeeeeeeeeee." I screamed out.
"Ahaaaaaaaaaaaagggggghhiiiiiiieeeeee" I screamed from the agonizing pain that
shot through my testicles.
My arms were wedged at my side so I was unable to grab my nuts to massage out
the hurt. I could not double over to ease the pain that was pulling through
my groin. All I could do was scream out my agony.
The only good thing, yes there was a good thing, is that he had set the zap low.
I now knew beyond a doubt that they could do that. This zap was painful,
agonizing, but not as bad or long lasting as the ones last night.
"As you can see from poor Harold's reaction, the zapper is quite painful. If
any of you misbehave while our guests are in the room, you will be zapped. This
is the only warning you get." I heard him warning the others as the pain
finally started to subside.
I was bathed in sweat, not only from the zapping but also because with all these
bodies in such a small space the room temperature was rising.
"Are you warm Harold?" Alex asked gently, once I was almost back to normal.
"Yes Sir, it is getting very warm and close in here Sir." I answered.
"Yes you are right it is rather close. Frank go turn on the air-conditioning,
wouldn't want our customers to have to smell the stink from this lot." he said
to the other guy that was with him.
Frank left the room and Alex walked to the wall behind me. I turned my head
and watched as he opened a box and pulled out a hose, just a little larger in
diameter than a normal garden variety. He turned a tap and aimed the hose
knozzle directly at me. The walked forward until he was directly in front of
me, holding the spray knozzle like a gun.
"This should cool you down Harold." he said.
A pull of the knozzle trigger and a narrow, high pressure stream of water shot
out and hit me square on my already aching nuts.
"Ahggggggiiiiiiiieeeee." I cried out.
That didn't stop the bastard he kept the water aimed right on my nuts. The
pain was incredible, I couldn't protect myself in any way. All I could do was
stand there and beg him to stop.
He finally tired of torturing my nuts and twisted the knozzle into a spray. He
hosed me down from head to toe, front and back. The water was ice cold and by
the time he finished I was shivering all over.
Each guy got the same treatment, including the sharp stream to the nuts.
Once he had finished with each of them, he turned back to me and gave me one
last nut shot. What the fuck had I done to deserve this, I wondered.
I watched thankfully as he coiled the hose up and put it away. Frank had
returned and he picked up a floor squeegee and began to push the water on the
floor into a drain.
I also noticed that the room was beginning to get cooler. In fact it was
starting to get down right cold. We were all still soaking wet from the hose
down, the cold water having lowered our body temps considerably. Now the
air-conditioning was cooling the room down.
It wasn't long before we were all shivering again, but this time from the room
temperature. I was so cold my teeth were chattering. Alex and Frank had left
us alone after cleaning the water up. I was praying they would turn the
airconditioner off soon.
They left us like that for at least an hour, we were all shivering and shaking.
I could hear everyone's teeth chattering including my own. We were all very,
very cold and I would be willing to bet my lips had turned blue.
The door opened and Alex came in. He walked over and stood in front of me.
"You look like you are a little cold there Harold." he said sadistically.
"Yyyyyyeeess, Sssssiiiirr." I managed to chatter out.
I was so cold it was difficult to talk.
"Poor boy." he said.
"How are your nuts, we only cooled the room down so your nuts would feel better
Harold." he said putting his hand in and cupping my freezing nut sac, which had
lifted up close to my body to try and get warm.
"Ttttthank yyyyooou, Ssssirrrr." I managed.
"Ahaaagggggghhhhhhiiiiiiieeeeeee" I screamed as he squeezed my nut sac hard.
"Oh dear I think they are still sore, guess we should turn the airconditioner
down colder, huh?" he smiled.
"Please don't Sir." I managed to blurt out.
"Please turn it off, we are so cold Sir, please." I begged.
All he did was laugh as he walked away and out of the room. He must have been
feeling something though because shortly after that the room started to warm up
again.
We spent almost the entire day locked in those little tiny cages. No food, no
water, nothing but the pain of being in such a cramped position. It was late
afternoon before the customers entered and strolled down the line looking at
each of the lads.
For some reason they didn't pay much attention to me. However, every fucking
one of them grabbed my nuts and squeezed as they passed by. They must have
been told to do it. It was just too odd to be a coincidence. But other than
that I was not touched, prodded, spoke to or even looked at for that matter.
However they looked closely at everyone else. Hell they were sticking fingers
in mouths, lifting eye lids, playing with cocks. But they left me alone except
to squeeze my balls tight. What the fuck was going on here?
There were ten customers. Once they had had a good look at everyone they went
back to the lounge or living room or whatever the fuck it was to drink there
fucking coffee and fill their faces with sticky buns while we continued to
suffer. We had not been fed or watered since breakfast.
About five minutes or so after they left Alex entered and came right over to my
cage. He used a key to unlock the padlock and opened the door.
"Ok, Harold your on boy. Show time. When they are finished with you, go to a
corner face out and adopt the relax position. Got that?" he asked.
"Yes Sir." I answered as I tried to get out of the cage.
I will swear my body swelled up while stuffed in that cage. I had a hell of a
job getting out. I could just imagine the problem that big guy was going to
have.
Alex led me back into the living room. The customers were all sitting either
in a chair or on one of the sofas. Master Ed was waiting for us as I entered.
"This is Harold." he said.
"A 19 year old Canadian boy. He is very healthy. You can see from his body
that he has taken good care of himself. His tests indicate that all body
organs are in excellent condition. His eyes are a medium light brown, but they
have an extraordinary tinge of red and green, which sparkles, depending on how
the light strikes them." he said as if describing a piece of merchandise.
"Those of you interested in the eyes may have a closer look after. Just get him
to face the light and move his head back and forth. Those coloured tinges
really are remarkable. A pair of eyes like these would make a very nice gift
for someone special."
This fucking guy was a monster. He was discussing taking my eyes to sell to
someone else, right in front of me. How fucking cruel can you get?
"Now Mr. Crane, I know you are interested in the kidneys. I brought Harold in
first because he is the only one that currently matches your blood type. We
know how tiring this all is for you." he said sympathetically.
"We have conducted a complete and thorough background check on Harold, you will
get the written report after this meeting. We went back 5 generations, he
comes from an ancient Scottish family, so yes Sir, his blood is pure white."
What the fuck is he talking about, I don't have any Scottish ancestors. My
father was Native American and my mother comes from a Welsh family.
"Mrs. Stewart, I know you father needs a heart transplant and Harold matches him
exactly. If you wish to deal for Harold's heart we can probably do the
transplant in about three months. However should your father take a turn for
the worse and the heart be needed right away, we could step everything up,
however there would be a fee to cover the loss we would sustain because of the
parts not yet sold. You do understand I hope."
So I have about three months of life left, but will it be worth living? Will I
be spending it in a bed, muted, while they take me apart piece by piece?
"Those are the main bidders for this young man's vital parts. We don't have a
request for his liver yet, but expect we will shortly. We have three bids for
the eyes so far and I understand there is a fourth on it's way. Because there
are so many seeking Harold's eyes, we will hold an auction next week."
"Mr. Seaton you are bidding for Harold's legs for your son. I was so sorry to
hear about his tragic accident. I don't suppose he will ever drink and drive
again after this. A terrible way to learn a lesson." Master Ed said, shaking
his head sadly.
According to the specialists report, Harold's legs would be perfect and there is
an 85% chance that the operations will be successful."
I don't believe this. The bastards kid has destroyed his own legs by drinking
a driving, now I have to give up mine for the spoiled little prick.
"Dear Mrs. Clover, I know how badly you want a right arm for your husband.
But dear lady we have already tried five times and each has been a failure. It
really is a shame to take another chance of loosing an excellent arm. Dr Corey
does not think your husbands system will ever accept a transplant. But we will
not refuse if you insist." he said with a sad smile.
This fucking place is a mad house. Perfectly healthy men are having their arms
cut off to satisfy this fucking rich bitch's whim. She doesn't give a shit for
her fucking husband, she is in love with the idea of depriving men of their
arms.
"You may look and handle the merchandise, but do be careful, if you damage him
in any way it will cost you." he said with a smile.
"Mr. Crane, I know you are very anxious about Harold's background. Would you
like to come up and ask him about his history now?" Master Ed asked.
An elderly man got up out of an easy chair and walked over towards me. I took
an instant dislike to the man. He looked like one of those snooty corporate
types. The ones that think they are too good to talk to the guys that actually
do the work that made the fuckers rich. He looked like a man that has so much
fucking money he gets whatever he wants, when he wants it.
"Have you ever been to Scotland, boy." the old bastard asked.
"No." I answered flatly.
"Have you ever had sex with a black or coloured person?" he asked.
A fucking racist, well let him chew on this.
"Yes Sir, most of my sexual encounters have been with blacks, Sir." I said with
a big smile.
He went instantly scarlet, turned and stalked away.
Master Ed looked me in the eye, he had a scowl on his face. The old bastard was
almost back to his chair, when I doubled up in pain, falling uncontrollably to
the floor.
"Ahaaaaaaaaggggghhhiiiiieeeee" I screamed as the pain from the zapper traveled
through my groin. I held on tight to my nuts and cried out my agony.
As my pain finally began to subside I could hear all the assholes talking
animatedly about my predicament.
"Animals." I shouted. "Your all fucking animals."
"Ahhhhhhhhaaaaaaaggggghhhiiiiieeeee" the pain was at least twice as bad as the
last one.
The prick had hit me again. I didn't care, maybe if he hit me enough it would
kill me. But there was no way I was going to help them sell my parts. They
would have to do that without my cooperation. As much as I feared the zapper,
I would take it rather than give in.
As the pain subsided Master Ed gave me an order.
"Get up on your feet, Harold."
"Fuck you." I snarled.
"Ahhhhhaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeee"
You guessed it, he hit me again. My nuts were now one long throb of agony.
All I wanted at this moment was to die. I didn't care how, I just wanted to
die.
Alex and another nurse arrived, picked me up and dragged me back into the cell
room and jammed me back into that little cell. Over the course of the next
couple of hours they took each of the guys out one at a time, but never brought
any of them back.
Finally it was just me left as they took out that young lad that had been put in
right after me, earlier in the day. As soon as they left the room the lights
went out. I was left in total darkness unable to move, tired, sore and
hungry.
I have no idea how long I was in that cell, in the dark. I pissed myself at
least a dozen times and shit once. Was it a day, two days? I have no idea, I
only know that I had never felt so alone in my life. Alone and scared.
When the lights finally came on again, they were so bright I had to close me
eyes and look down to keep from being blinded. I was mumbling something to
myself, at least I think I was. I was lost in a world, that was full of
peace, love and harmony, I had left reality a long way behind.
I felt hands grab and pull me out of the cage, but I was still in that unreal
world. I didn't want any part of reality anymore, reality was nothing but pain
and degradation. In my imagination I was free, I was a man, taking my rightful
place in the world. In reality I was nothing, I was less than the lowest grub
that crawled the face of the earth.
I felt warm water beating down on my head, it felt so nice. Then soft hands
were rubbing me all over, I thought how lovely it all is. A hand was rubbing
my nuts and cock and it felt so good. I just moaned my pleasure.
But the hand stopped and I cried for it to continue, but it didn't. Then I
felt a soft towel drying me, again it was such a wonderful feeling. I just let
it happen. Next I was being tucked into bed, the covers pulled up.
My right arm was lifted for a moment and I felt a little sting, then it was
placed back under the cover and I fell back into my lovely little world of peace
and love.
The sun was just coming up when I awoke the next morning. I was in my bed in
the ward. The other three lads were asleep, as usual. Everything was quiet
and peaceful. Had I dreamed all those events with the cage and the people?
Had I really spent a couple of days in the dark? I had no real idea, I only
knew I was extremely happy to see the sun rise.
My life had become so unreal. Without clocks there was no real way to figure
time. Now I could not be sure of the days, I had lost count of how many I had
been here. Were they really going to take me apart, piece by piece? They must
be, they had already started on the other three guys in this room.
It seemed so unreal. I must be going mad. I had to pee so I got up and went
to the toilet. Afterwards I jumped in the shower and let the warm water revive
me. After getting dressed I headed for the dining room, if my ordeal had been
real it meant I hadn't eaten for a couple of days and that would be why my
stomach was growling so loud.
Timothy greeted me as I entered. Again I was the only one in the dining room.
Didn't anyone else ever eat here, I wondered.
As I ate I looked at the knife I was using to cut up the eggs and bacon and
butter my toast. Would I be able to kill myself with it before Timothy
intervened? I did not want to live through this horror.
I took my napkin and cleaned the knife off, didn't want egg yolk and bacon
grease in the wound I guess. I gave a quick glance to see if Timothy was
watching me. He seemed to be wrapped up in the morning paper, sitting at his
little desk by the door.
I wondered where the best spot would be to let me succeed. I wanted this to be
as quick and painless as possible. I figured that the heart would be the best
spot, kill the heart you kill the body.
I pressed the dull rounded end of the knife at approximately where I thought the
heart would be. I grabbed the other end with both hands, said a little prayer
and prepared to pull that knife with all my strength into my chest.
At that very moment the door to the dining room opened and a young man entered.
I put the knife back down on the table, picked up my mug and took a sip of my
coffee.
"Good morning Mr. Joel." Timothy greeted the handsome young man that had
entered.
"Good morning Timothy, it has been a while, how have you been?" Joel asked
politely.
"Very good Sir, and you?" he replied.
"I can't complain, wouldn't do me any good anyway. Master Ed wouldn't bother
listening." he laughed.
"Don't bother seating me Timothy, I am here to get Harold." he said.
"Very good, Sir." Timothy said and went back to his chair and sat down.
Joel came over and introduced himself.
"Master Ed has asked me to show you around the entire hospital, Harold. He
thought you might find it a very interesting place." Joel said warmly.
"Well if I am going to die here I might as well see the whole place first." I
said without any enthusiasm.
"Oh on a downer, huh? Guess it was the cage. The cage does have a tendency
to kill a man's spirit." he said.
"Doesn't have anything to do with the cage, but I am not supposed to talk about
stuff so I better keep my fucking mouth shut." I said bitterly.
"Well come along, I think you will find this all very, very interesting." he
said heading for the door.
I followed him out, thanking Timothy, as I always did, before leaving.
Every corridor I had been down in this building had looked exactly the same as
the one I just left, how the hell anyone found there way around in this place
was beyond me. Joel seemed to know where he was going though so I just
followed along.
I gave up counting how many different corridors we had gone down, when he turned
into one that was different from all the others. It was very bright and
colourful. There toy animals painted on the walls and nursery rhymes and
well, it was a child's place that is for sure.
"This is the children's ward, Harold. Poor children that need expensive,
specialized medical services are brought here. We have the best children's
services in the world."
He took me into ward after ward filled with very sick children, he and doctors
and nurses explained what the problems were many of the children were
experiencing and what had been done for them.
We also went to wards where the children were well on the road to recovery.
Lots of smiling, happy faces.
As we walked he talked continually about all the great things the hospital
accomplishes.
"All of this is very, very expensive Harold. The Master's Congress owns and
operates this hospital. There are a number of enterprises set up specifically
to earn dollars to keep this place going."
"Ah yes, the kidnapping of healthy young men, so their body parts may be sold to
the highest bidder. The murder of healthy young men so that poor sick children
may be made healthy and sent back to poverty where they get sick again. Oh
yes, the Master's Congress does a wonderful job." I replied sarcastically.
He looked at me with a hurt expression.
"You don't really believe that do you Harold?" he asked incredulously.
All I could do was look at the fucking idiot and laugh. Did they really think
I was so stupid that I would except this children's stuff as a valid excuse for
what they were doing to healthy young men, and soon me as well. I had news for
them, I would never except anything as being a valid reason for that. It was
murder, plain and simple.
We finally left the children's ward behind. I must admit that they were doing
a hell of a great job for those kids. So many very sad cases, but so many
success stories. I would gladly be a slave if it meant this place could
flourish, but I could not condone the Parts Farm.
I walked along beside Joel silently contemplating all that I had seen and
worrying about what was to come. I was deep in thought when the smell of food
hit my nostrils. We were in the dining room corridor.
We entered the dining room and Timothy greeted us. I did a double take as
well, for there were about fifteen or so guys seated around the big table.
This was be the first time that had happened.
Timothy seated us and gave us menu's.
"The chicken Caesar salad is excellent, gentlemen." Timothy said with a smile.
Maybe, but I needed something heavy in my gut. I was starving. I ordered a
double hamburger fully dressed a large Potine.
"I am sorry Mr. Harold, but I don't think we have any pohteen, Sir." Timothy
said perplexed.
I gave a little laugh.
"Get the cook to grate lots of cheddar cheese over the french fries, put them in
the microwave or broiler oven for a few moments to melt the cheese, then douse
the whole lot with gravy, that's Potine." I said with a big smile.
"Yes Sir, Mr. Harold. One hamburger fully dressed and Potine." he laughed and
headed for the kitchen.
"Is that a national dish in Canada, Harold?" Joel asked.
"Well don't know if it is national or not, I know it is damned good. It comes
from our french speaking Province, Quebec. It is very popular now in my home
Province, Ontario, so I imagine it is quickly spreading across the rest of
Canada."
"I guess I should try it." he said.
"Ya, you should. If you like french fries and you like cheddar cheese you will
love Potine." I said in a friendly way.
I figured it wouldn't hurt, I had been giving him a hard time all morning.
After all he was only doing his job, it was not his fault this shit hole
existed.
"Are you a slave, Joel?" I asked.
"Except for the Master's, everyone here is either a slave or a patient, Harold,
even the female nurses you met in the children's ward. You never saw any this
morning but there are three Mistresses in residence. All the females,
including the Mistresses are restricted to the children's ward and the female
area that joins it." he answered.
Lunch was served and it was excellent. The cook did a great job on my Potine.
After lunch Joel took me to the Parts Farm. He told me the Parts Farm was very
over rated. It was nowhere near as big as some would believe. It only
consisted of ten wards the same size as mine.
However, buy my count at 4 men per ward that would make 40 young men a time were
being dismembered to satisfy some rich cocksuckers that didn't even deserve to
live.
The first ward he took me to was one housing the two police officer's that had
lied to Charlie about Twink.
Officers, Wajoski and Franks were in beds side by side. Both had had their
eyes removed and were on the dialysis machines. Officer Wajoski had also had
both arms and one leg from the knee down removed.
They were both in the sitting position and awake when we entered. Their
attendants were reading to them softly. Every once in a while the attendant
would lift a glass with a straw to his patient's lips. The patient would suck
down some juice. The attendant would remove the glass and start reading again.
I had no use for either of these guys because of what they had done to Twink,
but they sure didn't deserve to be treated like this. It was down right
inhuman.
Across from them were two more young men, from the looks of things both would
not be around much longer. All limbs had been amputated, eyes gone, kidneys
gone, liver and heart ready to go as soon as the recipients arrived. All
transplants were done right here in the hospital.
Joel took me from room to room. None of the young men, except for the two
police officers, were older than 25. All had been well built, muscular, healthy
men in their prime.
I found the whole thing sickening. I wanted the tour to end, but knew it was
going to continue until they had shown me everything they wanted me to see.
From the Parts Farm we went to the research wing. The Parts Farm turned out to
be a heaven compared to the hell I witnessed in the research wing.
Healthy young men were being used for research experiments. In the first room
we entered they were doing transplants among the patients, trying to improve
anti-rejection drugs. They were literally taking these young men and switching
their limbs. No blood match was being performed, they wanted the fucking
rejection so they could test the drugs.
In the next room they were simply testing drugs for human side affects. The men
in here had all been healthy when they arrived, but would be half dead when they
left. I just couldn't take seeing anymore shit like this.
"Joel, I know you are just doing your job, but I can not witness any more of
this. They can hit me in the nuts with the zapper from now to dooms day, but I
am not voluntarily going into another room like these ones." I said flatly.
"Ok, guess you have seen enough for one day. Let's go have a swim and try to
relax, I don't much like the research ward either." he said quietly.
Joel and I went swimming, then to dinner and then spent the rest of the evening
in the games room playing cards with a couple of other guys. He walked me back
to my ward and asked if I would like a bed partner for a while.
I liked the guy and I think if I hadn't been so tired I just might have taken
him up on the offer. Instead I gave him a kiss on the cheek and thanked him
for everything.
After showering I climbed into bed and lay staring out the window into the
moonlit night. I had not yet turned out the small night light. The room door
opened and Alex came in.
"Glad I found you still awake Harold. Mr. Sebastion arrived today. He can't
wait to taste your nut juice. You will be paying him a visit right after
breakfast. Good night." he said and left.
The bastard. He could have waited till the morning and at least let me get a
good nights sleep.
So the miserable bastard that bought men's balls just so he could fucking look
at them wanted to taste my juice. I am a very peaceful man, but I think if
given a weapon I would be willing to do some killing right about now.
To be continued.
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
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