Listed is a web address. And the many letters and numbers suggest it is not intended to be a domain for public viewing.
So I mark the closing date on my calendar... when I am to deliver Jack and his key, sign documents and have the initial installment of $5,000,000 wired into my bank account... then move to the computer.
Typing in the long address is cumbersome, it’s almost a code, and obviously designed such that few will haphazardly come across whatever is there.
I press enter. Onto my screen comes a very plain almost colorless page. There is a code required for entry. I type ‘Lipton 587345' then click the British flag, selecting it amongst a dozen others... French, German, Italian, Spanish and some unfamiliar to me, apparently European.
A welcoming page fills the screen, again very plain. No glitz. Obviously not a retail site attempting to sell something. There is a picture of an imposing building of concrete, appearing to be a military bunker. The caption below is not in English... perhaps German. It reads ‘Institut Für Sexally Abweichenden’.
I hear muffled sound and reach to turn up my speakers. It is a woman’s voice accented.
“You have entered the introductory site of the ‘Institute for the Sexually Deviant’. If you are not the person intended to have viewing privileges you are to turn off this page immediately. This is for private viewing.”
Alas the code with Mrs. Lipton’s name. She’s been given the so termed viewing privilege.
“A visual tour of the facility is available by clicking below. The pictures and scenes will be graphic and tend to disturb. Please be forewarned, we work exclusively with male patients, those needing to be excluded from society. The language used by the staff is a rare German dialect and probably not to be understood.”
The narration ceases. I click. There begins a video. The camera moves
forward towards the concrete building. A heavy door swings open, appearing to be of solid steel or iron. Visually we enter. As drab as is the exterior, the interior is likewise of concrete walls. The camera scans a reception area. There sits a nurse... young, blonde, of Teutonic heritage no doubt. The nurse ignores the presence of whoever works the camera, diligently shuffling paperwork at a desk laden with phones, computer screens and other electronics.
We move onward down a hall. There are doors. As a nurse exits one of the cameraman slips in before it shuts. Brightly lit, walls bare, there lays on a plain mattress a male. And the scene indeed tends to shock. Mid thirties, trim, naked and hairless... cranial hair included. And also extremely well bound. I recognize the many straps and connections as that of the Segufix system for binding very dangerous patients.... dangerous to themselves... or dangerous to others.
The woman’s voice returns to briefly narrate.
“When not being bathed and exercised, patients at the Institute are kept well bound for their safety and the safety of others. Hair is considered a problem of hygiene, possibly transmitting disease and lice. All patients are thus depilated during indoctrination.”
Yes, the sheen from the man’s head suggests there’s not a stubble to be found. I know from shaving so many, the follicles have been decimated.
As the camera pans the room, the man becomes agitated, futilely tugging and squirming against his many bonds. Then I note, in his nakedness, he begins to become erect. The cameraman also notes. The panning motion stops, focuses on the man’s penis then zooms in such that the viewers can watch the patient slowly come to full stiffness.
“As the viewer will note, our patients are easily disturbed. The presence of the camera woman has brought this unwanted reaction. The patient will thus undergo elektronisch abgelassen.”
Whatever the translation of ‘elektronisch abgelassen’ is, with the ominous tone of the woman’s narration it cannot bode well for the transgressing patient.
The cameraman... now known to be a camerawoman... departs, leaving the man erect and struggling. We return to the hall. Nurses stroll by, ignoring the filming process. Next another door opens. We are to tour a large wash room, a vast open shower area, water dripping from the walls. The camera lens steams. A hand comes into view to clean. It is a feminine hand.
Thereafter the camera comes to focus on a naked patient. He stands, neck and wrists encumbered by a yoke hanging from chains, evidently attached at the ceiling. Suddenly there comes a spray of water, apparently cold as the man yelps and kicks about in shock. Soaked, two nurses enter the frame, both toting buckets in one hand, stiff brushes in the other.
“Patients are bathed... harshly. The soap contains depilatory chemicals. The water is cold to suppress urges. We have learned that it is important for all interaction with our young staff to be austere. Patients are not coddled at Institut Für Sexally Abweichenden.”
The nature of the explanation seems to suggest that the treatment is to be desired, that the viewer should be assured of the patient’s relative discomfort. For indeed, judging from the patient’s reaction, the water is frigid, the soap harsh and the brushes stiff.
The camerawoman departs. Back into the hallway, more steps.
“Exercise is mandatory at Institut Für Sexally Abweichenden... and well supervised.”
A gate opens. Into a courtyard moves the camera. More shock.
A patient is being walked by a nurse. He wears a waist belt with wrists cuffs, quite similar to a segment of my masturbation harness. Otherwise naked, his nurse holds in her hand a pole of some six feet. At the end is a cloth loop. Within the loop, tightly encircled, is the patient’s scrotum.
He is being led about by his balls!
Round and round the courtyard the duo walk, the young woman making encouraging comments in the odd German dialect, probably not fully understood by the patient. It is the motion of her hands that need no translation. She wants the patient well worked and pulls ardently when he slows in exhaustion.
“Patients are well exercised. The control pole protects the staff member from aggressive behavior such as kicking. We have found that governing the testicles communicates best the staff’s authority.”
Round and round. And then it happens again. The patient slowly stiffens.