By Stormbound

He must have seen the confusion in my eyes as he asked, “Wondering where Brad is?”

I nodded my head in reply, my numbed voice useless even if I had been allowed to use it. After all the plan had been to let me out of the suit this morning and switch places back with Josh. The bald orderly sneered before replying “Well he’s busy right now, one of the other patients had an episode this morning and Brad had to help restrain and clean him, so you’re stuck with good old Pete this morning.”

I felt some relief that Brad hadn’t abandoned me as Pete led me out of the room into the hallway where there was a strange looking wheelchair waiting. He told me to sit down in it. Once I was seated, he proceeded to secure me into the chair with straps across my chest, lap, and holding my arms and legs in place. As I was pushed down the corridor and then out of the restricted wing, I realized I would have to endure this harsh uniform and pretend to be Josh just a little longer than planned.

We eventually came to a large room arranged like a school gymnasium. There was a small group of patients dressed in their green singlets doing stretches in the middle of the floor. But rather than go there Pete pushed me over to the edge of the room. On the floor I could see a large walking path that circled the room. It looked normal except for a thin metal channel running down the middle of the path. Pete released me from the chair and had me stand on the path over the channel. From a shelf he grabbed a strange little dolly looking thing and clipped it into the channel. The top of the dolly had a strap that was then clipped to something on the back of my suit.

It was all very confusing until Pete said, “Get walking Josh, time for your exercise.” As I started walking, I realized that the dolly pulled along behind me, keeping me tethered to the track, the short strap preventing me from leaving the walking path. It also wouldn’t move backwards on the track meaning I had to keep walking in one direction.

After a few steps Pete left saying he’d “see me on the other end.” I was slightly confused until I saw that the track continued out the gym and onto a walking path through an indoor garden, and I realized I had to work my way all the way around to the other end of the track. It was slow sweaty going in the stiff heavy leather and I even nearly fell over a couple times due to the padded booties on my feet.

It was boring, grueling, and humiliating shuffling along the track encased completely in the restrictive leather, even the other patients working out in their singlets gave me glances of curiosity and relief that they were not me. And yet every time I caught someone staring, or saw my reflection on a surface, I felt my cock throb and drip in the tight confinement of the chastity belt.

When I finally did reach the other end of the track Pete was there waiting with a bottle of electrolyte drink to hydrate me. Despite the bland taste I had never been so grateful for a drink in my life. And just as I finished the last of the drink I saw two figures walking towards us that made my spirits leap. It was Josh, or should I say ‘Liam,’ and Brad! Brad was wearing his usual orderly outfit and ‘Liam’ was once again dressed in my visitors singlet and outfit from yesterday.

Pete seemed all too happy to hand me over to Brad and spend time with my visitor, and quickly left once Brad had me secured back into the wheelchair. As he pushed me down the hallway he apologized for not being there this morning, explaining that another patient had had an episode that his help was needed to calm the poor boy down again and get him restrained. He further explained that due to the delay in his schedule there was no way he would be able to ‘get me cleaned’, winking with that phrase, and that I would have to remain in my suit and hood until tomorrow morning. He apologized again, saying he that he hoped I’d be OK until then, but if I really wasn’t he could try and arrange something sooner.

It was disappointing news, I really was ready to be released from this strict uniform and escape this identity. The longer I spent pretending to be Josh the more I was starting to feel like I was trapped in someone else’s skin. But looking at the apologetic look on Brad’s face, and the hopeful excited look in Josh’s eyes at getting another day out of his uniform, I sucked in a breath and nodded that I was ok. After all, Josh spent every day like this for… actually I forgot to ask how long he’d been here… but surely I could make it another day. Besides it just reinforced my belief that I should get Josh out of here as soon as possible.

Brad seemed relieved that I agreed to remain in Josh’s place for another day and gently rubbed my encased head saying, “Thanks buddy, knew we could count on you!” as we arrived at our next destination. I tried to ignore how his rubbing made my cock swell and my heart flutter. We entered the asylum solarium and Brad said now that my exercise was done it was time to relax and get some light and calm scenery.

He wheeled me across the room, past a few other patients reading or playing simple table games like checkers, over to the windows where another wheelchair already sat. In that chair was another leather encased boy, clearly another restricted patient. However, his suit was slightly different. The suit had a single combined sack for the legs instead of individual ones, and his sleeves ended in padded fist mitts rather than flat mitts. Under his suit his body looked rather strong and fit. The eyes staring out of his helmet seemed clouded and concerned all at once, but other than wriggling a little in his restraints he remained silent.

Brad positioned me so I could look outside and also see the other boy, saying “Poor Tanner here had an episode this morning but he’s feeling all better now aren’t you.” as he rubbed Tanner’s leather helmet. “I figured some sun would do him some good and to give him some nice quiet company. I’ll be back in a bit to give you lunch ‘Josh.’”

With that Brad left us alone, ‘Liam’ sat in a chair beside me opposite from Tanner and thanked me again for last night. He told me about how good it felt to eat some real food and even get a wank. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten either of those. I was relieved to see how much more energetic and assertive he was today. Clearly being out of this harsh treatment was doing some good for him after all, making me think even more that releasing Josh would be the right thing.

Opposite me Tanner listened to our conversation and as ‘Liam’ spoke he seemed to get a slightly panicked look in his eyes. However, his sedatives and restraints kept him from doing more than a gentle wiggle in his wheelchair, and soon enough Pete came by to take Tanner back to his room for a nap. As he was wheeled away I briefly wondered what his treatment was for and how long he’d been here, but quickly turned my attention back to my ‘visitor’ as he made idle chitchat about his night and his hopes for the future as I sat in enforced silence.

‘Liam’ was in the middle of telling me about how grateful he was to me for spending another entire day in his place, and that he hoped I was enjoying pretending to be him sealed in his suit, when Brad returned to take us to lunch. Lunch for me consisted of being fed another bottle of bland paste and flavored water, all while still restrained to the wheelchair.

Once I was fed, I was left to sit and watch as Brad and ‘Liam’ each ate a tray of food from the staff cafeteria. The aroma was amazing after a day of tasteless puree and had my stomach churning with desire as I wiggled in the chair. But, other than a few pats and winks, I was pretty much ignored while Brad and ‘Liam’ ate and chatted for the rest of lunch. For some reason my affront at being ignored was tempered by the perverse thrill of being so objectified. The helplessness of my encasement, and the teasing denial of the savory food right in front of me, made me tremble with lust and need. By the time lunch was done my cock was straining hard in the chastity belt locked around my waist, much to my humiliation and frustration.

Once lunch was over Brad wheeled me back into the restricted wing and to Josh’s room. ‘Liam’ walked with us as Brad was to take him to an afternoon meeting with Dr. Stevens to discuss future plans for Josh’s treatment. I was worried that to be missing such an important meeting but both Brad and ‘Liam’ assured me that ‘Liam’ would only do what he thought I would do during the meeting. Once at Josh’s room I was finally unbuckled from the wheelchair, having been strapped to it for several hours now, and helped into the padded room before the door closed and buzzed locked behind me.

To be continued …