Written by ty dehner

Sam struggled against a force holding his hands. Was it a dream? Sam felt the coolness of leather-gloved hands gripping his wrists as the gloved hands slipped heavy-duty silver handcuffs onto his wrists. The cuffs were secured to the arms of a chair. Yes, Sam was sitting in a chair. His last memory was falling asleep in his hospital bed after being admitted for observation on a severe medical condition.

Sam was groggy and couldn’t focus on anything. After his hands were secured to the chair, Sam felt a gloved hand stroke the back of his neck and over the top of his head. It made the sleepy patient feel relaxed again, as a deep voice from behind stated, “Relax, you’re taking your for a special treatment.”

It had been a long day. It started when his doctor told Sam that he needed to report to the emergency room because of severe results from blood tests that morning. Sam followed the doctor’s orders and drove to the medical center on his own. Luckily, the ER wasn’t busy, but there was still a long wait as the doctors and nurses ran more tests and tried to figure out what was going on. After several hours, Sam was admitted for observation and would spend the night in the hospital.

Sam settled into his bed in a private room with a view from the hospital’s fourth floor. Sam missed lunch, but dinner soon arrived, and the food was decent. As the sun disappeared for the day, the nurses changed shifts, and soon the nurse who had been taking care of Sam entered with a male nurse who made the patient’s heart flutter slightly.

Caleb, the male nurse, was not what Sam expected from a nurse. He was a burly man with a thick, well-trimmed black beard and black metal studs in his earlobes. The male nurse wore jet-black scrubs, with black leather studded bands on his wrists. The sound of his black engineer boots thudded on the room floor.

The day nurse introduced her replacement to Sam, who found the new nurse friendlier than expected. Both nurses covered Sam’s chart and orders for the night. After the day nurse left to end her shift, Caleb walked over to Sam and checked him out as a nurse would. He put his gruff hand on the patient’s shoulder and explained that it would be a quiet night. Caleb’s grip tightened slightly as he added that there would be tests every few hours, but nothing major. He asked if there was anything Sam needed, and Sam could barely speak as he was so taken by the look and authority of this nurse that was going to be looking after him for the night. Sam stated he was fine, as the scent of manhood from Caleb lingered in the air as the nurse exited the room, his boots heard faintly down the hall.

Around ten in the evening, Sam rolled over in his bed and turned out the lights. All the tests were complete, and Sam could look forward to a night of sleep. Slumber wouldn’t be great in the hospital bed, which was too small and uncomfortable, but Sam would make do.

After a good amount of sleep time, Sam woke slightly, smelling the same scent that came from the nurse in black earlier in the night, but it was mixed with the smell of leather. Sam was still in slumber mode, enjoying the warmth of his sleep. But as Sam went to move, he felt that he was no longer lying down. Sam was sitting up. Then Sam remembered hearing that voice, Caleb’s voice in his ear. Sam raised his hand and found it wasn’t moving. His wrist had been restrained by something metal. Sam felt the cold strength of steel.

The elevator door opens, and groggy Sam looks forward as Caleb moves the chair into the dark beige hallway, clearly in the hospital’s bowels. Sam adjusts himself in the chair as fear grows in the dark hall. Sensing his patient’s fear, Caleb places his black leather-gloved hand on Sam’s shoulder, squeezing slightly as he continues pushing the wheelchair down the hall.

After turning a corner, they move deep into the windowless hall, lined with doors in a nondescript world. As they approach a door, Caleb stops the chair, places both hands on the shoulder, squeezes lightly for comfort, then steps to the door in front of the chair.

Tapping a keycard to the device, the light turns green and a lock clicks. Sam takes a breath as his anticipation rises, and the nurse takes the doorknob in his gloved hand and turns it. Lifting his head, Sam looks forward to seeing what is in the room as the door opens wide, but Caleb turns the chair backward so the nurse can roll the patient in while pushing the door with his back.  As they roll in, Sam can only see the light from the hallway; the room seems dark, but with a red glow. Moving Sam into the room, the patient watches as the door swings shut, being sequestered in the empty basement room of the hospital.

Caleb brings his captive patient to the large space in the room and stops, locking the chair’s wheels. Reaching forward, Caleb runs his gloved hand over Sam’s face, pressing against the muzzle that secures Sam’s lips.

“This is a special place where special men receive special treatment. I will enjoy sharing with you.”

Keeping his gloved hand in place, Caleb moves in front of his patient, their eyes connecting as Sam sees the nurse’s lips curve into a smile. Caleb’s thumb moves up and gently squeezes the patient’s nose, reducing the air Sam can breathe.

“Nod that you understand that I am in charge right now.”

A shiver runs down Sam’s back as he slowly nods, realizing he has no choice. There is no choice, and an element is exciting Sam; his cock growing slightly under the gown.

Releasing his grip, Caleb leans forward with a set of keys and unlocks the steel wrist cuffs, allowing Sam to lift his arms and gently rub them. Straightening his body, Caleb looks down at his patient, “Stand, fucker.”

Again, with some hesitation, Sam grabs the chair arms and lifts himself out, placing his bare feet on the cold linoleum floor. As Sam stands, Caleb tells him to keep his arms at his sides, the gown swaying in the faint breeze moving through the room. Sam feels the metal on his ankles drop to the tops of his feet, cold and slightly heavy.

Caleb steps behind his patient, takes the chair and moves it out of Sam’s sight. Then Caleb returns, standing before the patient, Caleb’s boots thumping on the hard floor. With his gloved hand, the nurse takes Sam’s right hand and lifts it, and Sam is surprised to find a heavy, metal wrist restraint hanging from the end of a thick metal chain. Within a minute, the restraint is wrapped around Sam’s wrist, pulled tight, and a small lock is added.

The patient feels the tightness and lack of movement from the chain. The nurse then steps and does the same to the left wrist. After the patient is secured, Caleb steps back, admiring his patient, muzzled, in the room’s red glow.

Leaning forward, Caleb unsnaps the gown and allows it to drop to the floor as Sam now stands stark naked, his cock clearly erect, which receives a light tap from Caleb’s gloved hand. The patient stands firm on his feet, still restrained by the metal manacles on his ankles, as Caleb moves forward, reaching out and placing his leathered hands on his smooth, bare skin. Worn down by the chains, Sam tries to move, but he can’t.

Caleb presses his body upon the naked patient, Sam feeling the smooth cloth of the hospital scrubs that Caleb wears. The nurse in black runs his gloved hand down the side of his captive, making Sam shiver as he tries to shift away, but Caleb is too close, and Sam can’t escape touch.

After spending time getting to know the exposed body of his patient, Caleb disappears, and soon he is locking chains to the manacles on the ankles of Sam and pulling them tight in the opposite direction to make the patient secure. Feeling that the chains are tight, Caleb steps back one step, then reaches forward, pressing on the chest of the patient to push him off balance. With the bondage, Sam wobbles the chains, keeping him upright.

Moving in closer, Caleb strokes the skin of his captive, breathing heavily with his bearded lips very close to the open mouth of the patient. Sam wonders what is happening as he feels the nurse’s warmth before him, his growing pecker lightly rubbing the cloth of Caleb’s scrubs.

Sam has been bound before, but never in an open space like this dark room in the hospital basement. Knowing deep down that Caleb is a leather man from his wrist straps and boots, Sam can only imagine what the nurse has done to other men in the burly man’s care.

Though Caleb wants to kiss his chained-up patient, he withholds the desire and steps away, leaving his hands to linger on the skin as he steps away and out of sight for Sam. Stretching to see where the nurse in black went, Sam can’t see anything in the darker areas of the red-lit room.

After a few moments of silence, Caleb’s boots sound again as he approaches Sam from behind. Then the steps stop, and it is silent again. Anticipation builds in Sam, and his mind imagines many things as he remains stretched helpless in the cool space. Turning his head, Sam can’t see anything as his vision doesn’t allow him to see behind him.

Suddenly, the silence breaks with a whoosh and a thud as a heavy leather flogger crashes into the patient’s back. As the pain spreads, the breath is knocked out of Sam’s lungs as he is pushed forward in the chains that keep him strung up in the room.

Shaking his head, Sam is stunned that he was struck by a flogger. Before he can gather his thoughts, the flogger strikes again across the patient’s bare back. This time, the strike stings, and the patient floats forward before bouncing back. Caleb finds a rhythm and starts swinging the flogger forward as Sam sways back, with the tails hitting their target on the naked body of the patient. Each strike brings a brighter red to the skin, but the side and thickness of the leather don’t cut or damage it.

Caleb starts to work up a sweat as he swings with just the right strength to make each impact count. Behind swings, the nurse can’t help reaching for his hard cock that is trapped in the pants of his scrubs with his leather-gloved hand. When the nurse walked into the room and spotted Sam, he knew exactly what they would be doing in the middle of the night. Sam had been seen at the bar one evening, and Caleb liked what he saw but was never able to make a connection.

This special room was set up last year as a rare place for Caleb to provide special patients with special treatment. Special treatment that teaches them there is one man who is their authority, their superior, and they get a little time to experience how submissive they are. A confident man swings his tools with the power and accuracy to make their short time worthwhile, without causing damage or drama.

Seeing the red on the back of his patient who is receiving this special treatment, Caleb smiles as he lowers the flogger. Stepping forward, the nurse places his gloved hand on the patient’s back and lightly runs his fingers across the skin, offering a cooling touch as Sam catches his breath and stops swinging back and forth.

“Beautiful,” Caleb says, placing his lips close to the patient’s ear.

Sam hears the boots move away from him again, and silence follows for a few moments before they return, and another moment of anticipation follows.

The silence breaks with a sharper, thinner whoosh as a flogger with thinner tails strikes the patient’s sore skin. This one really stings as Sam yells into the muzzle that seals his mouth. Struggling in the chains as the pain shoots through his body, Sam now wants to escape as his cock is starting to soften from the intense pain he feels. It doesn’t take Caleb long before he lands another strike on the skin of the helpless patient, the nurse fondling his hard cock through his scrub pants.

With hit after hit, Caleb is building his juices of desire, deeply developing the need to fill the exposed hole and leave his seed inside the helpless patient, who is truly helpless, feeling the restraint of the metal and chains that keep him strung in the red-tinted, empty room in the basement of the hospital.

He goes through moments of quick pace, hit with his thinner flogger, then slows to let the pain simmer on his red skin; Caleb wipes sweat from his forehead as his arm tires. It has been nearly an hour of fun the nurse has had with his naked and helpless patient in the open space. Above them, people sleep in the middle of the night while Caleb shows his patient the special treatment very few get to experience.

Dropping his flogger, things in the room go silent as Sam settles down, the pain throbbing in his body as his chest heaves with heavy breathing, the jangle of the chains becoming less. In silence, Sam listens, wondering what happens next. Craning his neck, the patient is trying to see where the burly nurse might be. That is when he hears some rhythmic grunting, and soon Sam realizes that the nurse is fountaining his seed into the open space after using the patient for his pleasure. Sam feels his dick growing with the thought of being used, even though he is in pain and a hostage in this room.

Calm down. Sam feels the stretch in his arms as Caleb remains silent off to the side. Soon, Sam hears the boots he’d earlier thought about tasting with his tongue when he first saw the nurse in the room.

Caleb approaches from behind, once again touching the back of the patient with his gloved hands, sending a shiver through Sam as he feels his tired arms pull lightly against the cuffs that keep them extended. Lowering his head, Caleb opens his mouth and lightly places his tongue on the neck of his captive. This surprises Sam, who enjoys the warm lick, causing him to moan as he lifts his head. Sam wants to reach and touch the nurse that stands behind him but is unable to, as his wrist remains secured in the chains.

Enjoying the body he is worshipping, Caleb pulls his head away, looking at the reddened skin on Sam’s back, while sliding his black leather glove over the shoulders and down the spine. Caleb could enjoy the strung-up captive all night but knows he has to get the patient back to his room, as the nighttime blood draws and checks will be showing up and need to find the patient in bed.

Reaching up, Caleb releases the chains holding the cuffs that are around Sam’s wrists, allowing the patient to finally lower his arms and give them some relief. Sam grimaces in pain as his arms come to his side, with a little weight from the restraints on his wrists. Next, Caleb releases the chains on the patient’s ankle, then picks up the gown and puts it on the naked patient. Tying the back, Caleb gets the wheelchair and has Sam sit in it. Caleb removes all the restraints, leaving Sam feeling naked without being under Caleb’s control.

Swiftly, yet gently, Caleb wheels his patient out of the red-tinted room and down the hall to the elevator.

Rolling into the hospital room, lit by the hallway lights, Caleb takes Sam to his bed and helps him in. As Sam adjusts, he winces as he lies on his back, feeling the flogging burn.

“Roll over on your stomach.” Caleb whispers commandingly.

Sam does, and Caleb reaches into his shirt pocket and pulls out a tube. Squeezing out some cream, Caleb uses his gloved hand to rub it onto Sam’s stinging back, which feels nice and cool. The nurse spends some time covering the red areas of skin, then pats Sam on the shoulder and orders him to turn over.

As Sam does, the nurse pulls up the sheet and blanket and covers the patient for the night. Caleb leans over Sam as their eyes meet.

“I hope you enjoyed the special treatment. Very few experience it.”

Sam’s mind is a whirlwind of what he’s experienced. It was exciting, and Sam loved being controlled, but it was in a hospital and not a place he would have expected it to happen. Only one response: “Yes, Sir.”

Caleb smiles, lowers his head and gives the patient a light peck on the lips. Rubbing his gloved hand over Sam’s head, he says, “Have some wicked dreams.”

With that, they look at each other one last time, as Caleb steps away, his boots heard on the hard floor. Taking the wheelchair out of the room, the nurse leaves, pulling the curtain closed and leaving his patient to sleep.

As Sam was wheeled out of the hospital, he didn’t notice Caleb a short distance away, sitting on his custom black-and-red Harley CVO Street Glide. Caleb wore a thick leather jacket, his gloved hands resting on the throttle. Wearing a German military-style helmet, Caleb watched through the dark goggles as Sam was wheeled to his vehicle, a blue RAV4 SUV. Starting up his machine with a throaty roar, Caleb twisted the throttle a few times. Slowly proceeded to pull forward, ready to follow the RAV4 and find out where Sam lived.

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