A man submits himself as a Ward of the State for a weekend of Stress Relief at a Mental Institution. Due to a clerical foul up he is scheduled for intensive bondage and restraint, more so than he signed off for...
“You’re very lucky, Mister Franklin.”
Kevin Franklin looked up from the floor where he had settled, back against the padded wall of the small, twelve-by-twelve room. A dim light glowed in the center of the ceiling set recessed in a panel along with a fish-eye camera lens and speaker grill casting the thickly padded room in a dull, relaxing glow. He winced in the brighter light streaming through the open door and tried to focus on the curvaceous woman silhouetted in the frame.
He knew Nurse Jane well, having met her and been under her care at the Harden Clinic several times in the past. It was a hospital of sorts, though more a sanatorium he supposed, a place of rehabilitation and rest, at least in his case. Kevin Franklin was a stockbroker in Manhattan, an analyst on Wall Street and handled millions of dollars for clients on a daily basis, manipulating their money and investments. It was a stressful job, and quite often when the pressures of the day-to-day grind got to be too much for him he would take a weekend at the Harden Clinic to relax, to get away from the business world and be cared for and catered to in isolation. He would sign in as a ‘Ward of the State’ for a few days of observation: usually a holiday weekend, enjoying the care of the facility located on the outskirts of Port Jefferson, New York; a lazy, leisurely refurbished fishing village located on the North Shore of Long Island about an hour from his apartment in Chelsea in New York City by train.
He was a little surprised then when Nurse Jane had ordered him against the far wall via intercom and come into his assigned ‘quarters’ just an hour or so after his Friday night check in. She stood in the doorway with a metal clipboard in hand as she reviewed a sheath of papers, a faint smile curling her pink, frosted lips. Kevin watched her from his place on the floor in the corner of his quarters, smiling in return. He had always had a thing for Nurse Jane.
At five-five with her sandy blonde hair and tight little body he had been attracted to her from day one. Add to that the sexy, starched white dress of her nurses’ uniform, he had always managed an erection just being near her, looking at her. Nurse Jane Duvall was definitely hot in his book, and he often thought that at times she felt the same about him in the things she said and did. Tonight however she was not dressed as the sexy nurse of fantasy. Her shapely, form-fitting white uniform was replaced with pale, pastel green scrubs, a pair of leather Sketcher clogs on her feet. Her sandy blonde hair was pulled back into a tail and she wore a pair of thin, wire-rimmed glasses perched on her nose as she perused the papers on her clipboard.
“Right,” she said with a widening grin as she removed the glasses and slipped them into a thin, black case that she then slid into the fanny pack belted about her waist. Kevin saw that the belt hanging low at her hips also held a pager and a cell phone holster as well as two bulging black leather pouches. “Seems you’re scheduled for some tests this time out, patient.”
“What?” Kevin said as the woman moved into the padded cell that was his room. He saw then two other figures in the hallway: a shorter blonde woman, cute but chubbier and a burly black man that wheeled a gurney into the room when the doorway was clear. Both were also dressed in hospital scrubs he saw as the man positioned the gurney against the wall and the woman, another nurse he assumed started rifling through the bundles set on the thin mattress of the gurney. “I didn’t sign on for any tests. I just checked in for some away time same as always, Jane.”
“That’s Nurse Jane to you, patient,” Jane said with a smirk. “And this is Nurse Melanie and Nurse Tyrone. And you’ll treat them with respect.” Jane held the metal clipboard in one hand; the other perched on her hip almost daring him to cause a problem. Her blue eyes were ice as she stared him down, forcing him to look away.
“Of course,” he said, his voice trembling somewhere between fear and excitement, “But I didn’t sign on for any tests, really.”
“According to my paperwork, you did,” Jane said with an air of authority. “We’re implenting a new line of restraint here at the Clinic and you signed the release papers.” Nurse Jane held up a copy of a sheet of paper with Kevin’s signature at the bottom, “allowing us to ‘test’ the new equipment on you with your full cooperation. Devices of Restraint as supplied by Darlex ©. You’re not refusing, are you?”
“N-no,” Kevin stuttered licking his lips as he glanced at the three people in the room nervously. He knew the repercussions of breaking the contract. His leisurely weekend stay could turn easily into an indeterminate commitment if Jane so chose, he would be branded unstable and a risk and sentenced to weeks, if not months of observation if he chose to resist. He had often fantasized about being at Nurse Jane’s mercy for an indefinite time, but now with that fantasy becoming reality, looking at the wicked smile playing on her lips he was having his doubts.
“Good,” Jane said as she padded across the plush, soft flooring, Nurse Melanie bubbling along behind with a giggle. “Strip!” she ordered as she unzipped one of the pouches on her belt and started rummaging through it. Kevin placed a hand unsteadily on the canvas wall beside him and eased up on shaking legs, only then realizing just how suddenly outnumbered and overpowered he appeared to be. Jane was the same height as he was, Nurse Melanie being just an inch or so shorter while the male nurse, Tyrone towered over him by at least half a foot, if not more. The bald black man grinned widely, a gold tooth flashing in the queer light as he continued laying out the contents on the gurney, huge muscles rippling in the tight confines of his thin scrubs. He took note as he dropped his plastic hospital gown to the floor that Nurse Melanie had an over-sized canvas bag slung over her shoulder and she was rummaging through it.
Kevin Franklin staggered back against the canvas covered padded walls of his cell, shrinking into the corner with his hands drifting down to cover his tiny erection as Nurse Jane strolled forward. She had an amused look on her face as she posed before him, suddenly holding up what she had withdrawn from her belt pouch; a spongy red rubber ball with black belt straps attached. She dangled the ball gag before his face as she glanced down at his crotch. She chuckled as he flushed red with embarrassment.
“Turn and face the wall, patient,” she said with authority. Her blue eyes were icy cold and seemed to brook no argument.
“Jane…” Kevin said licking his lips again and glancing at the other two in the room. “What is this? You know I’m only here for the – Ahhh!”
Kevin screamed as Jane jabbed something into his stomach just above his genitals. He felt a jolt of electricity and his entire body shuddered and convulsed. He felt the feeling go out of his legs and he dropped to his knees, then collapsed onto the padded floor at Nurse Jane’s feet. He looked up through bleary eyes and saw her holding some sort of taser, lightning sparking between two metal prongs. He tried to speak but his tongue was thick in his mouth threatening to choke him.
“I’d hoped not to use such drastic measures,” Jane said as she towered over him. Kevin whimpered as her foot slid forward pressing down on his balls as he lay helplessly at her feet. She pocketed the taser then quickly crouched down, rolling him onto his stomach as she planted a knee roughly into his back. He felt her cool hands about his face; her fingers on his cheeks as she shoved the rubber ball deeply within his mouth then drew back on the straps. She pulled them taut, then slipped the strap through the buckle, pulling them tightly behind his head as she secured the gag harness into place, the click of a tiny lock sealing him in.
“Nnnn…” Kevin moaned as Nurse Jane pressed his face into the padded floor, holding him down. Her knee dug into his back as he felt her hand grab his wrist yanking his arm behind him. He felt his tiny erection beneath him; the scene making him crazy with desire as Nurse Jane dragged his arm roughly up behind him, his hand useless and limp between his shoulder blades.
“Flip him over, Janey,” the other nurse, Melanie said as she stepped up beside them. Kevin stared helplessly at her well-worn white leather Asics planted so near his face that he could smell the hint of leather and the odor of the woman’s feet in her socks. He floundered as Nurse Jane easily rolled him onto his back and he was suddenly staring at the two women. His eyes went wide as he saw what Nurse Melanie was holding in her soft hands.
“Nnnn…” he moaned into his gag as the nurse knelt down beside him. Grinning widely he felt her hands on his penis, pulling it and holding it out as she slipped a plastic ring over his ball sack. She had to finger his testicles to get them through the ring, then position it as she slipped a small, tight plastic cage over his engorged cock sliding guiding pins into place. Once everything was correct she giggled and slipped a small Master Lock through an opening, closing it with a resounding ‘click’ of finality.
“Nuhhh…” Kevin said as Nurse Melanie leaned back on her heels smiling triumphantly. He had no idea what was going on, what he might have signed but he knew that his cock was now locked in chastity; a CB 2000 he would learn eventually, a tight plastic cage that encompassed his penis and prevented masturbation.
Still numb from the taser shock, Kevin stared helplessly at his entrapped penis. He looked to Jane and Melanie as they both stood up and stepped back, Melanie dangling the keys of his chastity device so that he could see them, smirking with an evil glee,
“Tyrone,” Jane said grinning down at him. Kevin squirmed as the big, black man stepped into view towering over him.
“Now don’t gimme no trouble, boy. This won’t take long.”
Kevin flailed like a fish out of water as Tyrone descended upon him. His arms were useless and his legs were jelly as the big man hauled him to his feet. He felt like a rag doll as the man started to dress him in something black and slick, first forcing his legs into shorts and then running a shirt up his torso. He heard Nurse Jane in the background as the man handled and fondled him.
“This is the heavy duty Darlex Straight Jacket,” she said as Tyrone forced his arms into the pseudo leather sleeves. He felt the cool material encompassing him as he futilely tried to struggle. He had no fight left after the taser shock. “It’ll keep you secure and safe, the shorts preventing escape especially after we attach the leg irons.” Kevin heard the mocking amusement in Nurse Jane’s voice.
“Nnnn…” he groaned again as Nurse Tyrone yanked the shorts up, hauling him to his feet with a wedgie. He felt Nurse Melanie’s hands then as she tightened the straps at his back and brought his hands about the front locking them in place over his belly. She secured the front strap and stepped back with a wide grin watching as Kevin struggled with the bindings. Two side straps held his arms tight at his side, another in the front constricting his wrists. Kevin’s eyes were wide and wild as Jane stepped up again.
Nurse Jane eyed him with a sly smile, jotting down notes as he struggled. The bindings were tight but not too uncomfortable. Kevin knew that he was trapped however as he looked up in defeat at Nurse Jane. She simply marked a slot on her papers and nodded.
“Nnnngh…” Kevin grunted as someone grabbed his head and dragged a hood over it. They held him tightly as they fixed the pseudo leather about his face, aligning the grommets that were air holes under his nose. He felt a collar tighten about his throat, heard the click of another lock and then he was shoved to the floor of the padded cell.
Kevin Franklin breathed deeply through his nose trying to gather his strength as his three captors hovered about him. He strained, tugging at the Heavy Duty Darlex Straightjacket, tugging his arms in the sleeves, and thrashing his head about to no avail. He was trapped he knew, his body secured from his legs to head, and suddenly at the mercy of his captors. He mewled into his gag and heard them laugh.
“Take him down to OR 1,” he heard Nurse Jane say her voice receding as she left the cell. “He’s scheduled for Shock Treatment at seven tomorrow, but the surgeons need to install the implants first. Lock him up and secure him after they’re done… Sub-basement 2. He’s signed off for the full treatment. It should be fun.”
Kevin screamed again, his voice choked and muffled by the ball gag as rough hands lifted him from the padded floor and slammed him down on the gurney. He was already helpless in the Darlex Heavy Duty Straight Jacket, hooded and bound, but they added straps of canvas to hold his writhing form before they wheeled him down to Operating Room 1.
Kevin Franklin squirmed as the gurney rolled. He thrashed as Nurse Melanie placed a hand on his chest, the gurney slamming through the doors of the Operating Theater. He screamed into his ball gag as he was wheeled into place; under the bright lights within, several men and women dressed in hospital scrubs and masks hunkering over him suddenly. They stared at him clinically, like he was some bug under a microscope, leaning close. He saw a flash of silver in the hand of one of the surgeons, one of the nurses holding up what looked to be electrodes in the background while another adjusted surgical instruments on a sterile metal table.
“Anesthesia, nurse,” the man said as he ran a thumb over the sharp blade of his scalpel. “The patient is still awake.”
Kevin saw Nurse Melanie lean over him with a wicked grin, her eyes sparkling with maliciousness.
“Of course, doctor,” she said as she forced the oxygen mask over his face.
One of the other men slipped a hypodermic needle into the slit of his exposed skin between the straight jacket and the collar of the hood. Kevin gasped as a burning sensation flooded into his throat and he fought once again at his restraints. He felt hands holding him down as his strength started to ebb, his head spinning as he breathed in the anesthesia flowing through the mask.
Kevin struggled briefly, one final feeble attempt at freedom but soon felt reality slipping away…
END
Carnaj
© 2013
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