By Stormbound

I said goodbye to Josh and followed the orderly out as he led me up a floor and into a small but plush office full of dark wood and overstuffed furniture where the doctor was waiting behind a desk. He introduced himself as Dr. Stevens and asked if I had any questions about Josh.

I asked about his reason for being committed and his treatment saying he looked rather healthy. But the doctor said looks can be deceiving and that Josh suffers from a sensory disorder that leads to high levels of aggressive and dominant behavior. Further this had coupled with some rather disturbing sexual desires of a homosexual nature. All of this had required some rather intensive therapy designed to train him to reduce this aggression through sensory restriction.

He went on saying that Josh had been changed into a more casual form of restraint and uniform for our visit, but that his normal uniform was much more severe as part of the sensory restriction. He assured me that all the treatments had been cleared by an external medical review board and that it was all totally humane. Sadly, when I asked about when Josh might be able to be released, while he thought Josh was making progress, he didn’t think he was ready for release any time soon. He said ultimately it was up to me as his now legal guardian, but his medical advice was to keep Josh committed at this time. In fact before Josh’s father had passed away unexpectedly, he had been mulling some proposals by Dr. Sevens for further enhancements to Josh’s treatment to help improve progress and ensure long term health.

After a little further chit chat the blond orderly arrived to take me to Josh’s room. As I was leaving the Dr made one last idle comment how alike Josh and I sounded. It reminded me of similar comments growing up and how teachers had often confused our voices when not looking, but I gave it no further attention as the orderly lead me far across the asylum until we came across a heavy door marked RESTRICTED.

As he swiped his card, entered a pin, and got one final approval from a guard watching via a camera to unlock the door the orderly introduced himself as Brad. He explained that due to aggression and violence being part of Josh’s commitment diagnosis that he had to be kept in the restricted wing as a high risk patient, even though he’d been well behaved for pretty much his entire time at Echo Grove. That meant his room was high security with limited objects to avoid harm and that he sadly spent most of his time in his room, with far fewer hours out in leisure locations like the solarium than normal patient, and even then, it was under heavy restriction and supervision.

All this added weight to what the doctor had told me about his condition, and I felt very conflicted about my desire to get my friend out of this strange asylum, and my desire to make sure he was healthy. Once the door buzzed and unlocked Brad led me through it and into an austere sterile hall lined with thick locked doors with small peep slits around eye level. The slits had closable shutters over them which Brad said was to give the patients assurance of privacy and that they weren’t being constantly watched through the door.

After walking about half way down the long hallway Brad stopped in front of a door, number 2164, that had a paper chart clipped to it with Josh’s name and patient number, along with a clearly years old photo of him when he first arrived with tightly buzzed hair on his head. His eyes and face had a slightly unsettled look to them in the picture, but I attributed that to the bad lighting and washed out background of the hastily taken photo.

Again, using his card and a pin, along with a second red card marked RESTRICTED, Brad opened the door after the sound of the electric lock disengaging. I noticed the inside of the door had no handle and, other than the peep slot, was covered in a thick quilted rubber foam padding. This time the door lock remained disengaged as we stepped into the room.

The room was rather small. The walls and floor were covered in the same quilted padding with an exterior of foam rubber that covered the inside of the door. A small, frosted window set high in the back wall allowed some sunlight into the room, otherwise all light was from a protected cold fluorescent light in the ceiling. The only furniture present in the room was a small bunk in one corner with padded sides and a blanket and foam pillow atop a foam mattress. Josh was sitting on top of the bed, still dressed as he had been in the interview room, and upon seeing us enter waved his mitted hand towards us.

Otherwise, the room was empty with one notable exception, in the middle of the floor was a strange pile of what appeared to be leather. Curious, and for some reason excited, I asked if I could inspect the strange objects, to which Brad gave the affirmative.

Picking them up I found two items. The first was a very heavy full body leather suit, made of thick quilted black leather. It covered the entire body and had attached leather booties and mittens. There was a zip that ran from the back of the neck all the way through to the navel, and zippers at the backs of both the mittens and booties. The mittens were especially thick and stiff and would hold the hands in a flat position with no exposed fingers or thumbs.

The other object was a thick leather hood, almost resembling a helmet. Made of thick padded leather all around, it would slide over the wearer’s head and lace up tightly on the back. A zip would then cover the laces keeping them from getting pulled. The front of the helmet had a shaped nose with breathing holes, two openings for the eyes, and a small metal grommet over the mouth. Looking inside revealed a built in mouth guard with an open center that covered the teeth.

On the front of the suit, and back of the helmet, were patches that read:

JOSH, H RSM0014 ECHO GROVE

RESTRICTED HIGH RISK

As I examined them Brad explained that this is the higher intensity uniform the doctor mentioned that Josh usually wore. It was designed to limit the sensory input from touch, hearing, speech, and somewhat smell. Sight could be restricted as well with a blindfold that strapped over the helmet but that was not something that Josh had ever had as part of his treatment so far. He also explained that Josh wore a diaper under his singlet and the suit to collect his urine if he was unable to hold between his schedule ablutions. The uniform was designed for near continuous wear with only breaks for hygiene from showers every few days, along with access to the hands and feed via the zips as necessary. Even exercise could be done while in the suit and helmet to keep the patient physically fit, usually done before their scheduled bathing session. The tight helmet and mouth guard also discouraged speech as part of the sensory reduction, allowing the patient to focus instead on their thoughts and feelings.

I was stunned at the severity of the uniform and treatment and thinking of poor Josh alone in that uniform in this empty room was heart wrenching. It also explained why Josh’s voice was a bit raspy if he almost never got to speak. It was almost horrifying, only saved by having been assured earlier by the doctor hadn’t that it was safe and humane.

And yet the thought also stirred something deep inside me, some perverted emotion that I had long since forgotten existed. I thought about what it would be like to wear that suit and helmet myself. About how it would feel to be trapped in this room in deep sensory control. For some reason that I hated those thoughts got my pulse racing and my cock stirring in the steel belt.

While my thoughts raced Brad said he had to leave for a bit and would be locking me in the room with Josh so we could talk, he would be back in a bit to take Josh to his bathing appointment and to have his suit and helmet reapplied. With that he worked his way out of the room and sealed the door with an electronic buzz.

I worked my way across the bouncy quilted floor to the bed and sat beside my friend, putting my hand on his leg as a sign of support. Josh eagerly asked “So, do you think you will be able to get me out of here? I really do feel fine and as you can see while I’m well taken care of this place is kind of a drag.”

I chuckled in agreement before saying “Yes, this place is quite austere and shocking. It’s difficult to imagine what it’s like here. The doctor told me about your condition and said it’s ultimately up to me if I want to try and get you released. He did tell me some things about your condition that have me a little concerned, but I also hate to think of leaving you here for much longer. I will do my best to get you released as soon as I can as long as you’re truly well.”

Josh looked a little disappointed at what I said but gave a small smile and said he was grateful that I was thinking of his wellbeing. He continued saying “I’ve been here for several years now I think, and I really do feel I’ve gotten better. It would be so nice to get out of here and see the world again, and also to be free of this chastity belt. I haven’t felt my own pleasure since I arrived. I know it’s part of my treatment to control my urges, but even regular men have needs.”

I felt a little discomfort and excitement at that perverse thought, denied any pleasure for years on end. Then with a flash of embarrassment I thought about my suffering friend and said “I wish there was a way I could get you a break to get some peace and maybe pleasure. It would really help me see how well you’re doing if you weren’t so restricted and see if you’re ok to go home.” Almost as an afterthought I whispered a perverse thought that crossed my mind “I also wish I could know a bit more about what it felt like in your place, maybe if I could feel the treatment I could judge your state better.”

Surprisingly Josh perked up at that last idle comment and said “You know, I think I have an idea. You’re staying for a few days in the guest suite, right?”

I nodded to confirm that I was indeed staying for a few days. Josh grinned through his hood and said “Brad’s a really cool guy, he may be able to help you, help us. What if we change places and you put on my suit, maybe for a few hours or maybe even a whole day?”

To be continued …