I looked out of the chamber to which I had been confined for several years at least now. I had lost track of long I had been in the chamber, or tank. It was about two foot by two foot by eight, and was mounted on a half foot tall pedestal. The chamber walls were of thick glass so pure that it looked it could not even be seen. The frame work was thin and designed to be nearly invisible so that I could be seen easily from all sides.

For the last few years, I have been trapped in this chamber, immersed within a fluid that could be solidified at a touch from the control panel of the chamber outside, trapping me like an insect in amber. I could not remember now long ago it was since I entered this chamber but since then, I have spent most of my time immobile, trapped within the solid fluid, paralyzed, nude, my muscular body on display for all to see and there was nothing I could do but watch as I was admired by others. I had a fine body and now thanks to the preserving properties of the polymer I was immersed in, it would remain like that forever, I was unaging and unchanging. The polymer in the chamber was a sort of neutral temperature, neither too cold nor too hot on my skin, in fact, it was about the same temperature as my skin and now that I was so used to it, it was just as well since I was nude all the time now and there was no way I could wear clothing. It was just like being in ordinary air when it was liquid, I had gotten used to the drag and my slower motions that I had learnt to compensate.

The chamber controlled my mind too, it could alter my thoughts and sensations through an implant they placed in my cranium before I was trapped. I feel quite calm and at ease of my imprisonment now, though I still long for the day to be free and be able to feel the sensations other than the contact of my skin against my own skin, sensations like the warmth of the sun or cold of ice on my bare skin but somehow I know that's impossible. I was told that the mutations done to my body rendered me unable to live outside the chamber, outside the polymer that I was immersed or encased in, but within, I was potentially immortal, I would never die, grow old, sicken or change, preserved perfectly by the polymer that not only filled my chamber, but permeated my entire biological system as well, I no longer breathed air when I was mobile, I breathed in new polymer and exhaled old polymer out, it is as if it has taken the place of air in my biological system.

Sometimes, I wonder if I want to leave any more, if I had a choice. It was so easy just to remain trapped within the chamber and relax and enjoy the pleasure of being stimulated by my implant. I had no freedom, of course, but I had constant pleasure and had no worries, I felt safe and secure inside, although the temperature was the temperature of my body, somehow I felt all warm inside, I felt comfortable and somehow at home now in my chamber, after having been in it for so long.

My owner is a collector who collects all sorts of things and I am one of the many items in his museum. I was purchased at the cost of two million dollars from the organization that preserved young men in the polymer, a small sum to him, and he placed me in his museum. He said he always wanted to collect a perfect specimen of a young man and he had found one at last in me. Occsionally, he would come to re-arrange my pose if he is bored with my old one, he likes me to stand with my hands by my side, arching my arms so that I would emphasize all the muscles on my body, sometimes, he'd make me cover my own raging hard on and when I would wince in pain, he'd harden the polymer, freezing me in that position for several months at least, sometimes he'd change my position daily, depending on his mood. Other times, he'd make me orgasm and then freeze my expression like that as well. Often, he'd restore me to mobility, and then make me jerk myself off to entertain him. I was happy to comply for he allowed me to ejaculate and orgasm at the same time, something which I can now no longer do on my own but must be given to me by my owner so I do my best to please him to earn the pleasure which used to come naturally to me, now, when I masturbated myself, I felt only mild pleasure, nothing as intense as before, when I was still a normal human.

Despite his mild sadistic and vouyeristic tendencies, my owner and master is a nice man and I could not have asked for a better one. He talks to me frequently and treats me like a real human, not some object on display. He tells me he has no children, no heir to his fortune and estate but if he had, he wished that his heir would be someone like me.

I guess you must be interested how I ended up in this situation. Its a long story...

I was in University that year, after my finals. Just as I was thinking where to go for a holiday, I recieved a letter telling me that I had won a free stay in an unopened resort for three weeks in returning for participating ina survey. I vaugely remembered recieving a survey like that, I was the only one in my University who got it though, they said they picked their recipents from a large pool, which was probably the reason why I was the only one who recieved it. It was one of personal health and fitness, body stats, it was quite detailed, down to penis length, shoulder lengths and so forth but I gave them accurate readings, I had a fine body and there was no reason why I should hide the fact. The resort was located in a remote mountain and was not opened to public yet. I would be the only guest there and would be treated like royalty. Cool! I called them and gave my confirmation.

"Thank you Mr Dane,"said the person on the other side. "A limo will be sent to pick you up."

"A limo?"I echoed.

"That's right sir,"said the reciever. "We will, however, be picking you up at night, since we do not wish the location of the resort to be known to you, and to the general public since it is a very select resort and the public are not supposed to know about it. Please select a place which will be convinent for you to meet up with us."

I thought about this.

"The train station would be good,"said I. It was neutral locality.

"Very good then,"said the voice. "Tomorrow night, midnight, the main enterance."

"Umm...is there anything I'd need to bring or stuff..."I began.

"No sir,"said the voice. "Everything will be provided for you. You need not pack anything, you may leave your personal ID behind if you prefer since there is no need for it in our resort."

"All right, I'll see you tomorrow night,"I said.

"Thank you sir, and I hope you'll enjoy your stay at our hotel,"said the voice and hung up.

I got dressed the next night after putting my affairs in the hostel in order. I didn't tell anyone where I was going, just that I would be going on a trip. I left my ID behind, just in case it got lost or something, at least I knew it would be safe in my room.

I waited at the train station at quater to twelve, wondering if it was a hoax. It was cold and I was wondering whether I should back out of the whole thing.

However, at midnight sharp, a black limo drove up to the main enterance. The door opened.

"Mr Dane?"

"That's me,"I answered.

"Please, come in,"said the voice.

I climbed into the limo. There were two men inside, both dressed in waiter's uniforms. They smiled warmly.

"Congradulations on winning the contest, sir,"said one of the men. He started mixing a cocktail of sorts while the other shut the car door as the car drove off. "Please have a drink."

"Uhh...thanks,"I said, a little over whelmed. I took a sip of the drink. It was very warming and it suited me fine for I was freezing from standing out in the cold for ages. "How long to the hotel?"

"About three hours,"said the other waiter. "In the mean time, you might want to catch some sleep."

"Where exactly is this hotel?"I asked. "What's its name?"

"I'm sorry sir, but that is a secret,"said the two men together. "But we are sure you will have a good time in it."

The drink must have packed quite a punch for I suddenly felt very sleepy and relaxed. In mere moments, I dozed off.

I woke up in a comfortable bed. I was quite confused at first, I couldn't remember where I was. I remember falling asleep in a limo...that was it. I was probably in the hotel now. I opened my eyes wide. The room was luxuriously decorated and huge, far grander than any room I had been in before. I was sleeping in a huge four poster bed. Rich draping hung from the canopy of the bed. A cosy wood fire was burning, I could hear the crackling of the burning wood.

I rose from bed, and for the first time, I realized that I wasn't wearing the clothing that I came out with. I was dressed in a comfortable silk robe, beneath that, I was naked. I looked for the cupboards in the room, wondering where my clothes could have been kept.

"Good morning sir,"said a voice. I turned around and saw a middle aged man in a butler's uniform. "I am your personal butler, my name is James."

"Uhhh...where, where are my clothes,"I stammered. "And how did I get into this?"

"You were drunk this morning when you arrived sir,"said James,"and we changed you out of your street clothes so that you would sleep better. They have been sent for a wash and to be pressed and should be ready by this evening. Meanwhile, would sir like a bath?"

"Sure,"I said. I feel a little dirty and could do with one. "Uhh...where it the bathroom?"

"This way sir,"said James and he lead Dane to a luxurious bathroom. While the room was done in antique style, the bathroom bordered on high tech, there were interestingly shaped cups, tooth brushes, sinks, and most spectacular of all was a deep bath made of glass sides!

"Wow,"I muttered to myself.

"Allow me to run the water for you sir,"said James. He turned on the taps and in a moment, a steamy water was running, filling the bath tub. "Would sir like me to help you disrobe?"

"Err...no thanks,"said I. "I can do this by myself."

"As you wish sir,"said James and left the bathroom.

I stripped of the robe and lowered myself into the bath water. It was wonderful and relaxing. I slowly sat down in it, soaking myself up to my neck. It was a bit on the shallow side but I could just about manage to immerse most of myself if I bent my back a little.

When the bath water turned cold, I climbed out of the bathtub and dried myself. I peeped out of the bathroom, to see if James was still in my room, and when I saw that he was not, I came out and found another set of robes and shoes laid out for me.There wer undergarments this time, of silk, and so were the robes. The shoes, slippers actually, were also of silk.

I wondered around the room, exploring. I realized that they had no TV set, or radio for that matter, probably to keep up with the ancient look theme. I drew open the curtains and saw a vast expanse of forests and trees and mountain side. It was breathtakingly beautiful.

I started to feel hungry and wondered where I could get something to eat. I saw a borchure about the hotel lying on the coffee table beside the window. The name, I saw, was not mentioned any where, but the different resturants and facilities were. It boasted of ten different resturants, three in door and four out door pools, a tennis court, a squash court, a spa, a gym and a jaccuzi. I was no tennis or squash freak but I did like to work out in the Gym and from what I saw, it was a gymrat's dream come true.

I wondered how I should call for James. I certainly didn't know my way around the hotel. I saw a small button on the bedside table marked Butler. I pressed it and in a few moments, my door opened and James entered the room.

"How may I assist you sir?"James asked.

"I'd like something to eat, then maybe a tour of the hotel?"I said.

"Of course sir,"said James. "Come this way."

He pressed a button beside my room door which slid open, leading to a large room beyond. I followed him and the doors shut behind me. I noticed a panel of buttons beside the door. This wasn't a room, it was a lift, and boy, was it a grand one!

The doors slid open again and James ushered me out. I stood in a grand hotel lobby, deserted.

"Come this way sir,"said James and lead me to a resturant. There were contracters here and still, making finishing touches, but there were waiters too.

"Can we have your order sir?"said one waiter. He handed me a menu. "Please feel free to order, it is all part of your contest winning."

I decided to order only what I needed instead of ordering everything, something which I was tempted to do, lest I made a bad impression on my host.

The food was delivered within five minutes and a waiter stood beside me to pour more water and provide anything else that I might need. James stood behind me to attend to other requests.

When I had consumed my meal, I was shown the various parts of the hotel. Most of it was still being built, my room, James told me, was the first to be completed to house the contest winner.

He showed me the pool and the spa. The spa included a full body massage service which James recommended highly. There was also a tanning saloon, for those who wanted a healthy tan despite the cold weather outside. He also showed me the Gym and I made up my mind to visit it as soon as possible.

After the tour of the hotel, he left me in my room and told me to call him if I should need anything else.

I settled into my life quickly and enjoyed it to the fullest, I made use of the gym, the indoor pool, the spa, and even the tanning saloon. I got into a little quarrel with the massue at the spa, though. Apprentally, he massaged me with an oil that was also a delibatory, removing all my body hair. I was furious at first but when I saw myself in the mirror and realized that I really looked much better without all the hair, I made haste to apologize, he took the apology well and smiled, continuing my massage.

I went to the tanning saloon too, to have my body evenly tanned, the saloon operator was a young female and I was quite proud of my well built body when I had to disrobe for the tanning. I was hoping to ask her out on a date but before I had a chance to do that, she left the room, telling me she'd be back. When she came back, though, I did ask her but she told me that hotel staff were not supposed to interact romantically with guests, perhaps next time when I wasn't a guest any more, we could go out. I agreed.

I made use of the Gym too, to exercise, and must have been pushing myself more than usual for my muscles became more firmly developed and more prominent. Now, muscular and tanned that I was, I looked like an ancient Greek warrior when I looked at my nude form in the mirror.

Life in the hotel passed far too quickly and in a flash, my three weeks was nearly up and it was my last day. I decided to have a good bath before going down to enjoy a dinner of lobster and steak. As always, James turned on the bath for me and I slipped off my robe and submerged myself into the bath.

I must have slipped or something and suddenly found myself submerged under water. I choked and gasped and finally managed to stabalize myself. I tried to rise out of the water but I banged my head on something hard and solid. I thought I was confused and mistook the bottom for the top and turned around. There was no opening either!

I started to panic and felt all over for an opening but there was none. I was trapped! What was going on?

Also, I saw that the water was beginning to drain but I could see no noticeable holes in which the water was being drained out. I sat shivering, cold and frightened.

A shadow loomed over me suddenly. I saw it was James.

"James!"I screamed. "Help me out of this!"

James merely smiled. He walked out of my line of sight.

"James!"I screamed again.

Suddenly, the floor began to shift and I hurriedly sat down lest I fell. The glass case was being tiled up at an angle and soon, one of the sides became a floor and I found myself standing in a narrow chamber of sorts. I saw that my bathroom was filled with people, workmen in contractor's uniforms, even waiters from the resturants.

What was going on? Some of the burlier workers approached me. I banged on the glass to get their attention but the glass was thick and I didn't think they heard me. Four of them lifted my casing and placed me onto a trolley. Two of them wheeled me out of the bathroom and into the lift. I screamed at them all the time but they ignored me.

They wheeled me into the elvator and I felt the elavator descend. When the doors opened, I was wheeled out and I found myself in a place which I had never seen before and I thought I had been every where in the hotel. It didn't look like part of a hotel at all, more like a laboratory out of a science fiction movie. I was wheeled to a cleared space in the lab, I couldn't really see what the rest of the appratus was. I was placed on a pedestal of some sort and I saw people on ladders connecting a tube to the top of my chamber.

A man in a lab coat approached.

"Good evening Dane,"said the man with a warm smile. His voice sounded strange."I assume you're wondering what is going on."

"Let me out of here you..."I screamed loudly.

"Calm down Dane, don't bother to shout,"said the man. "I won't be able to hear your shouting. You see, the walls are sound proof, you aren't really hearing my voice, you're hearing a transmission of it via an implant directly planted within your brain."

"What're you talking about?"I demanded.

"Perhaps it would be easier if you just watched this short video I've prepared for you,"said the man. He pressed a button and Dane saw a portion of the wall flicker to life.

It showed me, in my street clothes, out cold in the lab. I was unceremously stripped naked by many lab technicians. They started taking readings of my body, measuring me. One of them hooked up a gas mask to my face. When they were done with their examination, one of them took a long needle like object and inserted it slowly into the back of my head and then withdrew it. The picture faded.

"What did you do to me?"I screamed as I watched the show in horror.

"The implant placed within your mind allows you to communciate through your thoughts,"explained the man,"just as I can communicate with you now. It allows us to influence your behavior as well, as seen by your desire to exercise more, your changed attitude to a lack of body hair."

"You did this to me? Why?"I demanded.

"You see Dane, we are an organization that preserves humans and than sells them off at autions,"said the man smiling broadly,"we find young, healty males, bring them to our facility, moniter them, ensure that they are a peak level of their physique and then when the time is right, we 'harvest' them."

"What do you mean, preserve?"I asked, horrfied.

"Your body will be exposed to a polymer, which will induce mutations in your body,"said the man. "You will no longer need food, water or air to survive, as long as you are immersed within it. The polymer may resume liquid or solid states with ease, hence, when you are immersed in it and the polymer hardened, you will be perfectly well perserved within, just like an insect in amber, shall I say."

"You sick freak!"I shouted. "You can't do this to me. I'm a human being, not something you can preserve like an insect..."

"Perhaps you would like to see some of our other accquisitions,"said the man. "Is our last subject already in storage?"he asked a lab assistant beside him,

"No sir,"the man replied. "Subject Max's chamber was under going fine tuning to ensure that he has adjusted properly to mental shut down."

"Bring him here then,"said the first man. "Let Dane see what he will soon become."

"Yes sir,"said the man and left. He came back soon enough with a geomtric shape of some sort resting on a pedestal. I looked closely into the geometric shape and saw a well built, muscular man, curled up in foetal position within. His face wore an expression of sheer bliss, pure pleasure and desire. His muscles and tanned form, like mine, could clearly be seen and he looked peaceful, like an unborn babe in a womb.

"This is Max, our last accquisition before you, a well built boy in every way but he had some scars on his body, unfortunately, hence, we were forced to put him in a smaller chamber where he would be curled up as you see now so that his scars would not be visible to his buyer. You are much more fortunate than he is in that your position can be changed as and when your new owner desires but Max will be trapped like this forever as there is no room in the chamber for him to move. Nonetheless, he is quite happy, trapped like this, as you will be. We've placed him in a constant europhic state, he is partially conscious and all he is experiencing now is pure pleasure and from the readings we have off his brain, we can tell he is very happy and satisfied, just like you will be when you have undergone the treatment."

"Let me out,"I screamed.

"I think, Dane, its time for you to undergo the treatment,"said the man with a smile. "Open the valves."

"Valves?"I echoded when a thick liquid oozed from the ceiling of my chamber down. The liquid was crystal clear and it was barely noticeable. I would not have noticed it had I not been cued to what was going to happen. Soon, a pool was collecting. My skin felt strange when the liquid landed on it. I tried to edge to one wall but the liquid still began to grow. I desprately tried to climb up the smooth surface of the glass but the slippery liquid on my legs caused me to fall down every time.

The liquid was soon as high as my neck and I found myself treading water in it. It was more viscious than water and took m

ore effort. The flow of the liquid was shut of momentraily. "Well Dane, the process is nearly complete, any last words?"the man asked.

"Let me out!"I screamed. "You can't do this to me!"

"Noted,"said the man. "Continue."

"No!"I screamed and swallowed a mouth of the liquid. The strange thing was that it was absolutely tasteless. I choked when I swallowed it, coughing out bubbles of air. I found myself swallowing more as I tried to gasp for air. I could feel the stuff flowing down my throat, into my stomach. I gagged and tried to struggle for air by now, the entire chamber was full of the liquid and the only air left was the air in my lungs and they were being forced out by the liquid as I breathed in more and more of the liquid.

"Be calm Dane,"I heard the man's voice clearly in my ear. "Do not panic. The polymer will not harm you. Be calm and breath in slowly, it will go easier on you."

I found myself listening and I calmed my breath. True enough, I found that I could still breath but I breathed in the polymer and exhaled air bubbles, the remaining air in my lungs and blood stream. Finally, no more air bubbles emarged from me, I was filled completely with the polymer, as he called it.

"Very good Dane,"said the man. "The transformation is nearly complete. The mutations will end soon and by then, you will no longer age, die or change, you will remain as you are now, perfect."

"What...what's going on? I feel so strange..."I thought and said. I felt strangely peaceful and at ease.

"That is because the implant in your brain can also control how you feel and how you move,"said the man,"in fact, it has taken control of you now, which is why you feel calmer and are no longer struggling."

I realized it was true.

"What are you going to do to me now?"I asked helplessly.

"More polymer will be pumped into your chamber in the course of the next few minutes to ensure that it finds its way into every orfice of your body, then you're going to assume the pose that all the others in chambers similiar to yours have assumed,"said the man,"in that way, there is uniformity and it will be easier at the auction."

My limbs began to move on their own accord. I felt my cock erect until it was fully erect. My hands, moved slowly through the liquid to my cock, and parted my foreskin, exposing my glands to the polymer. I pushed my cock down to an angle and it remained that way, whether it was due to the implant in my brain or the fluid or both I did not know. I stood with my arms to my side, my legs slightly apart, I floated slightly above the floor of the chamber, a force held me up. Somehow, I felt safe, warm and good and comfortable in my situation now, emtombed within the liquid polymer. As I arranged myself, I felt a an increasing pressure all over my body and knew it was because of the increased amount of polymer they were pumping into the 'chamber' as the man put it.

I felt a sensation similiar to an orgasm sweep through me and just as I was about to sigh, I felt the liquid around me hardening and crystallizing, holding me in that form and shape. I found my flesh and skin hardening as well, I ceased breathing the polymer and my heart stopped beating. I was truely like an insect, preserved in amber, in all ways except one, I was alive and aware still and they were not.

The orgasm like feeling continued to sweep through me and I felt very calm and relaxed.

"Can you hear me Dane?"asked the man.

"...yes..,"I replied, having difficulty focusing my thoughts due to the pleasure I was feeling.

"Congradulations Dane,"said the man. "Your conversion has been quite successful and you are now one of my exhibits. Take Dane to the storage area."

"Yes sir,"said the lab attendents and wheeled Dane away. The man followed.

The entered a large room and I saw that there were all manner of shapes and sizes of chambers similiar to the ones that I was entombed in. There were the small ones, like the one I saw Max in, and large ones like the one I was kept. The shapes of the small ones varied, like the shapes of the large ones. For the larger chambers, some of them were circular, star shaped, hexagon shaped, rhombus shaped and so forth. The smaller chambers also varied, some were cubes, spheres, pyramids and other shapes I could not identify.

"The rectangular chamber such as yours is our most popular model,"said the man as they brought me to an empty space evidentally reserved for him. "Hence, we manufacture most of them."

"...I'm...not...something...you...you manfacture,"I managed to say.

"My, still defiant aren't we?"said the man. "No matter, I'm going to put you to sleep now Dane, enjoy your little nap, you don't need to sleep any more, actually, but we can shut your mind down so that you won't be aware of anything. Until the auction Dane, nighty nite."

"No, wait..."I managed to say and then I knew no more.

Dr Mark smiled as his latest and last subject for the season went under. It was always enjoyable to watch a new recruit unwilling obey. He thought back to Dane's accqusition.

Everything went smoothly. The field boys had managed to drug Dane with a cocktail so that he was sleeping heavily when he came. They hurriedly carried him into the lab before the drug wore off and gave him anesthesia to keep him under. After stripping him, they took measurements of his body and calculated the appropriate amount of steriods to lace his food with so that his muscles would improve the most it could under the shortest amount of time. When that was done, Mark personally placed the implant inside the sleeping youth's head.

Dane was under constant monitering and survillance, twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. Every single person in the building was a member of their coporation, the waiters, the contractors even the spa and tanning saloon operator. All of them got a small commission for each recruit brought in but since the sum of money was huge for each exhibit, all of them were satisfied and all of them knew that if they kept quiet, most of them could comfortably retire by the time they were twenty five or thirty.

Of course, there were those that were greedy, they ended up permanently frozen in small vats, they were drugged by the others who wanted to keep the operation going, then stuffed into small glass vats just big enough to contain them and then when they awoke and realized their position and started screaming, crying or begging for mercy, the polymer was introduced, preserving them forever. Like Max, they could not change their position, and unlike Dane and Max, they had no implant and could not commuicate with the outside world. Mark never found out the consequence of such solitude, it would probably drive the subject mad, though he never found out or could not tell the difference since each subject no longer spoke and was frozen in a single expression.

They used the implant to modify Dane's behavior, ensuring that he wouldn't mind having his body hair removed, it was discovered that most clients preferred their pieces without unncessary body hair so that the entire body could be seen and admired with ease. They also made him exercise more enthusiastically to help him build up muscle mass, in addition to the steriods that he was consuming in his food.

When the time came, they trapped Dane in his bath, which was really a chamber in disguise, and then completed the process. He struggled, of course, all of them did, but thanks to the pleasure inducing properties of the implant, none of them minded their condition eventually.

Max's conversion was slightly different due to the scars he had on his otherwise perfect body. There were fairly noticeable, some discoloration due to an old injury that was quite small but still quite noticeable. Mark and his technicians decided on the best way that Max should be arranged so that his body can be displayed to the best effect.

Near the end of his stay in the hotel, they activated the implant while he was asleep, inducing a deep, pleasurable sleep in which the subject was unconciously aware and did not want to wake from regardless of stimuli.

The Staff entered his room and then transferred him onto a stretcher where he was transported to the laboratory. They lifted him from his stretcher and transferred him into the waiting chamber. His chamber was split into two halves, one at the bottom and the other at the top. He was laid on his side on the bottom half, and then curled into the foetal position that Mark had decided on. During that time, Max did not even stir or show any signs that he was being handled by others.

Finally, Max was in place and they altered the programming of the implant. The implant would rouse Max to a level of semi consciousness in which he would know what was happening to him but he would have little interest in it, partly due to the programming in the implant but also the implant would flood his mind with powerful sensations of pleasure similiar to constant and unending orgasm.

"How're you feeling Max?"Mark asked as he ran his palm along Max's smooth thighs and buttocks. Already, he could see the implant's influence take effect as Max's penis began to harden and erect.

"Uhhh..."Max moaned and opened his eyes sleepily and gazed at Mark. "Feel good...."he moaned. "Comfortable..." "Good, you're going to sleep like this forever Max,"said Mark,"'we're going to preserve you as a statue soon and when we're done, you'll feel like this forever, do you want that Max?"

"Oh yeah..."Max moaned as the pleasure levels were turned up,"want to feel...like this forever..."

"Good boy Max,"said Mark as he gently stroked Max's sensitive member. Max was circumsized so his glands were exposed to Mark's ministrations.

"Ohhh..."Max moaned.

"Relax Max, relax, just relax,"said Mark. He nodded to the others. He quietly withdrew, leaving Max in pleasure heaven and then the others fitted the top half of the chamber. Max never noticed anything, not even when the polymer was introduced and he breathed it in just as if he was breathing air. As always, they pumped in more polymer so that every orfice of Max's body was filled with it or was at least in contact with it, and then, just before they hardened froze Max in place, permanently since he would not have room to move or change his position, they increased the level of pleasure to an extremly high level and Max's face contorted in sheer pleasure and bliss. They then froze him and shut down his mind so that he would be able to recover from the sudden surge of pleasure.

They allowed his mind to rest for about a week before they slowly roused him out of consciousness and they kept him under observation for a few days. His brain was coping well to his semi conscious erotic state and he was in his last few hours of observation when Dane was processed so Mark thought that Dane should see what he would soon become and showed Mark to him. Now both of them were fully converted, both a display to entertain others in days to come.

Meanwhile, the rest of the 'hotel' staff got ready for the auction. Rich patrons from all parts of the world would be arriving. The chefs cooked a vast banquet while the chambermaids made the beds in the other rooms. It really was a hotel in this sense, or rather, a convention centre, but it was one that was used only twice a year and for three nights only. Mark remembered that the Feds tried to infliterate his organization twice but they didn't get pass his tight security screening. He allowed them to enter his hotel but drugged their food, placed implants in their brains while they slept and processed them so that the next day, they were ready to be auctioned off and they fetched pretty good prices when he let the buyers know that the subjects were genuine police officers. One of the agents, a sergent, was really quite handsome in a ruggard sort of way and Mark kept him for his own, stored in his private collection of chambers somewhere in the hotel, he had a large hall filled with them. Like the others, he was soon perfectly happy and content with Mark had done to him, thanks to the implant in his brain, even a hardened agent could not withstand its effects. Mark altered his memories till the extent that he could no longer recall that he was a normal human, he believed that he was created in the chamber and would have to remain there the rest of his life and was very happy within at his confinement. Some of the others in his collection were the ex-hotel staff who wanted to report his activities to the police. They were quite handsome and he felt that it was a shame to let them to go waste so he placed the implant in their minds, wiped their memories clean and put them into his collection.

Now, Mark gazed at his newest collection once more, deciding which pieces he would keep and then left, he had an auction to perpare for.

I woke suddenly, or at least became aware. I remembered being in the warehouse where lots of males like me were stored. I looked like I was in a store room still, but it looked like the banquet hall of the hotel. Lots of people were milling around, all of them well dressed. They appeared to be looking at the exhibits, in this case, me and the other males, and consulting a catalouge in their hands. I realized that it a pre-auction viewing of some kind, where the buyers were allowed to look at the products they intended to purchase. A fatherly middle aged man looked at me for a long time, consulting his catalouge. He smiled at me when he guessed that I saw him and then moved on. Strangely, I did not feel the lest embarassed at so many strangers studying my body as if I was something they were about to buy, which was true in a way, but I felt neither indignation nor shame, just a little ill at ease at them staring and watching, discussiong among themselves about me and the rest of the guys. At the same time, I felt proud that my body was worth admiring some it felt right somehow, I didn't know why, for others to look at me like this, not as a human, but as a display item.

After the guests left, workers moved me and the others back stage. There was not enough room so we were piled one on top of the other. I hoped that maybe my chamber would smash and I would be freed but this did not happen.

I looked at the other chambers within my line of sight and saw numerous youths, all preserved in the polymer. I wonder what sort of lives they had, if they were really as happy as that man said that they would be, I wish I could talk to them. I was not feeling frightened any more and felt quite calm and at ease about my fate, probably due to the implant in my brain, but I was still curious about how others felt. I guessed my lack of strong emotional response to the viewing by strangers was also due to the implant in my brain.

Later, one by one, the chambers were brought out, I realized that the auction has started. When about a fifth of them had been taken out, there was a long pause, and it resumed. Finally, it was my turn and he was brought on stage, in front of a vast audience seated around tables. All of them were extremly well dressed, the males in tuxes, the females in gowns. I noticed some foreigners too, and they wore their native costumes, there was a large sprinking of Arabs and some other costumes which I couldn't recognize.

"And here we have Dane,"said a voice which I recognized to be the man who briefed me about what will be done to me. "A handsome young man, twenty five, in perfect mint condition as you all have seen earlier. The bidding will start at one million dollars."

I gasped at the price that the man was asking for and yet, I saw people raising their hands.

"One million to you sir,"said the man.

"One million and one hundred thousand,"said another.

"One million and one hundred thousand,"said the man. "Do I hear an offer for one and a quarter million?"

A man raised his hand.

"Thank you sir, do I hear an offer for a million and a half?"said the auctioner.

A lady raised her hand.

"To you, madam, do I hear an offer for a million and three quaters,"said the auctioner.

Another male raised his hand.

"Two million,"said the auctioner,"do I hear an offer for two million?"

A man raised his hand. "Do I hear an offer for two million and one hundred thousand?"said the aunctioner. "Going once, going twice, sold, for told mil

lion dollars."

I was dazed, I had actually been sold for two million dollars. I did not know whether to feel elated or upset, upset that he had been sold like a piece of merchandise or elated that I was actually worth two million dollars.

Workers came up and moved me of the stage. They must have shut down my mind again because I knew no more.

The auction was a great success, as always and Mark thanked his workers at the celebratory dinner they had afterwards. Some of his partrons even brought their own subject to be preserved, the rich Arabs brought some white America slaves they probably purchased of the black market. Mark charged them a million dollars per subject and they were more than willing to pay. Most of them were frightened and attempted to struggle and escape but Mark's men handled them quite well and once he had them down on the operating table, it was easy to install and implant and from there, they had control over the subject's body and it was smooth sailing all the way.

Dane, the last subject, fetched one of the highest profits, two million dollars. All in all, a good haul. Mark decided that he'd get more subjects around Dane's age and looks next time, boys of his type were usually so popular, he thought.

I woke up in a large room again. This time, it was an entirely new room to me and I knew I had beem moved out of the hotel. It was like a museum of sorts, with items mounted on pedestals. I saw that all objects in my field of vision were mounted of different sized pedestals, I was probably the only one mounted on a very small one, assuming my new owner had kept the pedestal the people at the hotel used.

My new owner, I realized. Somehow, the term had come out unconsciously. It must be the implant tampering with my mind again. I tried to resist its effects but it was so hard because it made changes to my mind and I found myself want to accept them, it was so hard to fight back. Soon, I wonder if I would still want to fight.

"Hello Dane,"said a voice in my head.

All of a sudden, I can move again, the polymer around me turned liquid. I could feel my heart beating again and I was breathing once more. I looked down and saw a familiar man standing before me. He was a fatherly figure, in his early forties perhaps.I remembered where I saw him before, at the pre-auction viewing, he had looked at me for a long time. I gathered that he must have purchased me.

"I am your new Master,"said the man.

Somehow, those words triggered and automatic response in me. I felt obedient and subservient.

"I am yours Master,"I said humbly,"I am yours to use for to entertain and for your pleasure. I belong to you."

The man smiled.

"So its true,"said the man. "Not only are you a piece for display, you are also conditioned to obey. I had not believe it at first, despite the demonstartions."

"I am yours Master,"I said simply and helplessly.

His smile grew broader but he smiled kindly and I felt at ease somehow.

"Don't be afraid Dane,"said the man. "I purchased you because I want a perfect speciman of the human male in my museum collection and I want you solely for display purposes, I wanted a statue of a human male, perfect in form but also I wanted its state to be changable and I dare say I have found such a statue in you Dane."

Part of me stirred and I wanted to obey this man, I didn't know if it was the implant or was it because of the way he spoke, he seemed kind and really seemed to care how I felt.

"Thank you Master,"I answered.

"Good boy Dane,"said the man. "I think its time we got to know each other better Dane. Do you like to masturbate and jerk of Dane?"

"Yes Master,"I answered enthusiastically.

"Good, because I like to watch young men like you jerk off,"said the man. "How about you start now Dane?"

I found my hands moving to my still erect penis and I started masturbating. A rush of pleasure swept through my body, a rush I had not felt for a long time. Somehow, though, no matter how hard I jerked myself off and how I fondled and stroked my cock and balls with my other hand, I still did not ejaculate or orgasm. Somehow, I knew my new Master wanted to see me orgasm and ejaculate so I did not dare to stop.

"Stop,"said the man and I obeyed, my hands returned to my side though my cock remained erect. "Did you enjoy that Dane?"

"Yes Master,"I answered helplessly.

"I like to see a man play with himself Dane,"said the man. "To see him tease and carass himself, bringing himself to edge of orgasm but never quite going over the edge, do you know how to entertain another man like this Dane?"

"No Master,"I answered regretfully. I wanted to please him.

"It would seem I would have to make some changes to your mind,"said the man.

"Oh yes Master, please do,"I said and then was horrfied that I was actually encouraging someone to make changes to my mind. But my desire to please him won out in the end and I continued. "My mind and body are yours."

"Oh I will Dane, I will,"said the man with a smile. "But first, I will allow you to orgasm, and yes, even ejaculate. Next time Dane, you will only be allowed both if you have pleased me or I am pleased with your performance, either in entertaining me or as a statue, or you will have neither. But this is a first time and an exception, do you undestand me?"

"Yes Master,"I answered.

"Good,"said the man.

I found myself bringing my hands to cover my dick. Since it was erect, I pushed it down and then placed both my hands on it. It hurt, of course, to have my erect dick point downwards but before I could groan in pain, I started to orgasm and ejaculate, my dick pulsed and throbbed, sending out streams of liquid and I enjoyed a powerful orgasm despite the pain. Again, before I could react, I felt myself hardening again and the solution around me crystallizing. I was being transformed into a statue again, this time, in mid orgasm, agony and estacy, pleasure and pain filled my mind and my body simultaneously. I had never felt such a mixture of feelings and I was over whelmed.

"Very good Dane,"said the man. I saw him wheel a large mirror in my line of sight and I saw myself reflected there. I saw a muscular, handsome man with his hands on his erect penis, attempting to cover it but part of it was still sticking out from underneath his hands. My body was curled up a little and my muscles were all clearly emphasized somehow. My handsome face was trapped in an expression of both intense pain and pleasure, my mouth frozen in a pepetual half opened expression, not knowing whether I would issue groans of pleasure or pain. Despite the fact that I was the one in the position, I was very turned on myself and I wondered if he was turned on too.

Abrutly, I felt another orgasm sweep through me.

"An incentive,"said the man as he pushed the mirror away,"to please me more Dane. Enjoy your stay with me Dane, it will be for a long, long time."

I did please him and learn to please him even more in the days, then months, and then years that went by. My master was always very pleased with me and always induced orgasms in me as rewards. Even when I was posing as a statue on display for some months he'd bestow orgasms on me, he said he remembered what it was like to be twenty something and he knew how horny I would be. I was glad that he appreciate the fact and did not modify my mind to take this away from me too.

I learnt his tastes in those years, what he liked and what he disliked and how I should please him. He made numerous changes to my mind, removing whatever self imposed constrains I had to doing certain things, making it easier for me to perform. He never made any changes to my personality though, he always said he liked my personality the way it was. Soon, the master slave relationship evolved into one of friendship, I was his personal entertainer and confidant, all his secrets were safe with me as nobody else ever came into the museum. I still addressed him as Master but was no longer so subservient to him, I obeyed him because I wanted to, not because I was compelled to and he, on his part, never used the control panel outside to control my movements through the implant, all he had to do was ask and I would perform. We got along very well and after a few months, we became friends and then close friends after that, or as close as two males could get when one party was trapped permanently in a chamber immersed in a fluid. He would run his finger or hand on the glass panelling while I stood leaning against it, it was as close as we could to get to touching each other.

I was the centre piece of all his museum artifcats. He installed spot lights to illuminate my body better and he even had a comfortable sofa and table placed before my chamber so that he could watch me in comfort. We would have long talks and dialouges and we talked about everything, he always said that I was like the son he wished he had. There was something I could not talk about and that was my past, when I tried to raise the matter, I found that my implant ceased broadcasting my thoughts. I guessed that the man in the lab had installed this feature to prevent me from telling others how I became what I was today. I couldn't speak about the coversion procedure either.

He gradually started to make me try out different positions, making me curl into foetal position for example, and then take my cock in my mouth. He made me ejaculate that way, making me feed myself my own cum. My own cum was now the same polymer which I was immersed in so there was basically no difference but I enjoyed the experience. He left me like that for a few days, continoually ejaculating but deriving no pleasure but nonetheless, I enjoyed it. There was once he made me jerk myself off and then allowed me to cum and made me continue jerking myself off as I came. It was unbelievably erotic and stinmulating, I couldn't do this before when I was human, I was usually to lax or limp to continue jerking off when I came but I could now and jerking off an ejaclating penis was fun, I could feel my penis squiriming and pulsing in my hand like it had a mind of its own. My owner enjoyed himself very much with this performance and left me repeating this motion for several days, it was one of the few rare occasions in which I never stopped moving, and move I did, continually pumping my on dick on stop.

Like I said, I was his personal entertainer, I displayed my body, my muscles and played with myself, carassed and fondled my dick in numerous different ways, all in the chamber, it had practically become my stage and he the audience and a very supportive audience at that. He no longer controlled me, I did what he want how he wanted and just the right way too.

The years flew past quickly but he still came to see me when ever he had time, I had feared that I was a new toy to him and that my novelty would run out soon and I would be become a forgotten statue in his collection, he assured me that this would never happen, I was like the son he never had, he would always tell me, and his close friend and he would never forget me or leave me as a permanent statue, helpless and terrified, he knew how terrfied I was of becoming a statue permanently, I was a human being, not a statue, I had to remember that.

If he was away for long stretches, he would ensure that he would leave me in a pleasurable state and then freeze me before he left so that I would not be frightened of my long term statis and immobitlity or he would shut down my mind. I did not like that the second option very much and told him so and we both agreed that he'd only do that to me if he were absent for months, when he needed to go elsewhere to discuss business, and I would not be able to bear his absence no matter what state I was in.

More years passed and my owner's health seemed to deteorriate. He was coughing violently and it grew worse. I learnt that he had tuber colousis and he was very ill. He now came in a wheel chair and I would always ask how he was when he released me from statis. He would always smile and said that everything was all right and there was nothing to worry about. For the first time in many a year, I cursed my confinement to the chamber, I wanted to be beside him to help and comfort him but I could not.

Finally, he came one day, looking far more ill than usual and coughing violently.

"I'm sorry Dane,"he said, coughing violently.

"What's wrong?"I asked anxiously.

"I'm dying Dane,"he said.

I felt like my heart was wrenched out of my body.

"No! That can't be!" I pounded the sides of the chamber. "You can't die."

"I'm sorry Dane, we aren't all like you, unchanging and forever young,"said he, coughing again.

"Please, you have money, you can hire doctors,"I began.

"I've tried, Dane, I have,"said the old man. "But there's only so much doctors can do. Its okay, I've been expecting it for some time anyway, its you that I'm worried about."

"I'll be fine,"I said. "And you will be too."

"No Dane, when I'm gone, who's going to take care of you?"

"I'll be fine,"I said again.

"Both you and I know that it isn't true,"said the old man. "I've willed all my museum pieces to a local museum who will look after them and the people there wouldn't understand you or what you are. I've decided that I will modify your mind one last time Dane, I've never done it on a major scale but I'm afraid I will have to now, its the only way Dane. I'll alter your emotional patterns towards me so that my death will not affect you greatly and you'll get over it fast. I'll also change your desire to escape from your chamber, I was told long ago that they already altered that in your brain, making you more resigned to your confinment and display. I'm going to furthur enhance that, you will no longer have any desire to leave your chamber any more Dane, you will be perfectly happy and at peace in your chamber with no desire to escape and you'll be happy Dane." He coughed.

"Please...don't do this to me..."I begged. "Don't change my mind any more...please...I want to remember you as you are now...and what I am..."

"I'm sorry Dane, I know it sounds cruel but its the only way,"said the old man. He adjusted the controls on my chamber's control panel outside. "I don't think I can survive past the day Dane so after I leave, I grant you twenty four hours of freedom, you can do whatever you want in the chamber and your responses will be that of a normal human, play with yourself and enjoy your body, something you've never really had a chance to do for the last forty years or so. After that, you'll become a statue permanently Dane, you'll never be animated again. I know you fear that more than anything else, but I'll reprogram your mind so that you'll be happy as a statue, you'll even look forward to becoming one, you won't even remember that you were frightened of becoming a permanent statue, you're like the son I never had Dane, and although this sounds cruel now, I know it'd work out in the long run, I want you to be happy Dane." As he spoke, he pressed a button and I felt a tremor in the implant in my brain and a strange sensation spread through my head. "I guess this is goodbye Dane,"said the old man. "I'll miss you."

"No please..don't go!"I cried but my Master did not turn back. He rode out of the room in his wheel chair, leaving Dane alone.

I was upset at my owner's departure but even as I did, I started feeling better and I began to accept what my owner had laid down for me. I knew it was the implant at work and tried to fight it but I could not and I slowly grew to accept the situation. I would miss my owner, I always would and couldn't have asked for a better owner but I knew but there was nothing more that I could do. I had done my best to entertain and please him all through the years and it was enough.

Absent mindedly, I started fondling my own body, the way I usually would when I entertained him. To my surprise, I felt pleasure, pure genuine pleasure, not controlled pleasure dictated by the implant in my brain, but pleasure felt by the brain as it should. I realized that this was my Master's final gift to me and decided to waste a moment more of the twenty four hours he promised and started to masturbate myself. I was hot and eager and came in a few minutes. I did not stop and continued to masturbate myself and came again.

I played with myself and my body continously, I did not ever remember stopping and lost count of the orgasms, the wonderful orgasms that I had. I thanked my owner for this wonderful last gift he planned for me.

Suddenly, I felt my arms cease to obey my mind. The implant had kicked in and I found myself rearranging my body again against my wishes. I realized that my twenty four hours of pure pleasure was up. It was wonderful and it seemed to be over too quickly. I found my penis starting to get harder and larger than usual and I cupped my hands over it, curling it within my cupped hands as I did so, so that it tried get erect but couldn't. The confinement was painful, erotic and pleasurable at the same time and my face took on that expression. My penis was so warm, so smooth and semi hard and so perfect that it was a pleasure to hold and touch. I began to orgasm and ejaculate, my penis came to life as it writhed in my cupped hands, I found myself cupping it tighter and harder, feeling it squirm and wirth in my hands like a living thing and the pain and pleasure increased. At the same time, I felt the polymer around me freeze in place, hardening, preserving me forever. I was going to become a statue forever, never to be able to move again. I became even more aroused when I thought of that and I looked forward to the conclusion of the process where I would be a statue forever.

I caught sight of myself in a mirror in the room and saw myself, I was beautiful, a nude man, hunched over slightly, my face an expression of intense agony and pleasure, my mouth slightly open, as if I was about to groan in both agony and estacy, my muscles were somehow more emphasized and my hands cupped my penis completely, a handsome man, no, I correct myself, not a man but a beautiful statue, preserved in the special polymer that was now hardening around me and hardening me at the same time, in mere moments, I would be a statue forever and would experience the pleasure of ejaculation and orgasm continously and forever, I no longer had any desire to leave the chamber any more now, this chamber had been my home for the last forty over years (had it been that long already?) and I would never, ever want to leave it. I was happy as I was, content and happy, as my owner had promised.

I was taken away afterwards with all the other things to another room, I guess it was a museum by the looks of it. I remained alert and very much alive and very happy with my situation, I was a permanent statue now, and the fact seemed to make me very happy and content, I knew it was the implant's tampering with my mind that made me feel like this but I accepted it now, not because it was the implant's tampering but because it was my owner's final wish. He really wanted me to be happy and I was now, due to the implant in my head. I was constantly feeling the sensations of ejaculation and orgasm even though my body was effectively frozen, the pleasure was always novel and I enjoyed each ejaculation and orgasm as if it was the first I had. This was probably my owner's last gift to me and he altered my mind so that I would never grow bored with repeated orgasms, every orgasm felt wonderful and new. Somehow even though I knew every part of me was frozen hard, I could still feel my penis writhe against my palms, I could feel this in my penis, my testicles and my hands, I could still feel it ejaculating and I could feel the pressure of the ejaculate my palms and other parts of my groins.

I was glad my owner choose this position for me to stand for all eternity, I felt perfectly safe, and secure, my manhood protected by my strong, gentle hands, my muscles stood out beautifully, stressed just the right way so that they were emphasized perfectly. He somehow knew that I liked to take my penis in my hand, though I would prefer to do so with it flaccid, somehow, preventing it from erecting with my hands caused both pain and pleasure which is somehow far better in a way and I was glad that he chose this posture for me.

In the museum, they also trained spot lights on me and I was a beautiful exhibit on display. Many patrons stopped to look at me and always say how lifelike I looked. I realized that when people looked at me, I felt a different sort of pleasure, it was pride, pride that my body was worth looking at, worth admiring, they all thought I was a sculpture, kept in the glass casing to keep me from harm, little they did know that I was alive once, and still am, only in a different sort of way, and I was perfectly aware everything that was being said and done within my line of sight.

I'm still in that museum till this day, still frozen as a statue, but happy and content with my inability to move, talk or communicate, just as my owner had promised. I smiled fondly to myself as orgasmed and I thought of him and thanked him once again for his final, beautiful gift.