By Stormbound

Once fully restrained Kyle proceeded to push the chair down the hallway long hallway of the restricted wing towards the exit. Once clear we started heading towards the interview rooms where I had first met with Josh almost two whole days ago. I wondered if Brad had made plans for us to do the swap there, and I got excited thinking about finally being released from Josh’s identity and back to being Liam.

I was wheeled into the room and saw Josh sitting in my visitors outfit just as I had at that first meeting. But unlike that first meeting I was parked and left restrained in the wheelchair instead of sitting restrained on the stool. I looked around the room but was puzzled when I didn’t see Brad anywhere. Kyle asked if ‘Liam’ needed anything and when he said no left the room.

We both sat there for a minute in silence as my confused mind tried to figure out what was going on. Eventually ‘Liam’ broke the silence saying, “I heard about your messing ‘accident’ yesterday afternoon ‘Josh’. It’s too bad that you couldn’t control yourself.”

I was confused by his continued reference to me as ‘Josh’, true I was still in his suit and identity but that would all be over soon, so the continued pretending seemed unnecessary. I kept waiting for Brad to come in the door when ‘Liam’ said “You need to be a good boy right now ‘Josh’, so sit still and listen.”

Something in his tone scared me and I focused all my attention on him. He continued “There’s a good boy. I know it’s a bit early and this is unexpected, so I’ll just cut to the chase. I’m here to say goodbye, this is the end of my visit.”

My eyes widened in panic, shock and confusion. But before I could even think he continued “You’re clearly sick and Echo Grove is providing you with the treatment that you need. I’ve spoken with Dr. Stevens, and I know you’ll be well taken care of here.”

I was confused and felt like a panic attack was starting. This was all a joke, right? And why did his words make my body tingle and my cock throb?

Seeing my struggle and confusion, ‘Liam’ got up and held my shoulders before whispering in my ear “It’s clear that you weren’t going to get me out of here, and I’ve also seen how much you’ve enjoyed being trapped as me, sealed helpless in that suit, for the last couple days. So, I’ve instead decided that you will get stay here as ‘Josh’ permanently. You know, I never expected to see you again, let alone here like this. It was so perfect considering it’s your fault I was even in here.”

Now I was really panicking, but also very confused. How was it my fault Josh’s father had committed him for this draconian treatment?

Reading my mind he continued, “Yes, it’s your fault. That time we experimented our senior year, remember? I had you all kitted out in my worn sweaty football uniform and pads that you desperately wanted to try on. You practically begged me to put it on you.”

I nodded that I remembered, the dark memory had been awakened by this whole perverted visit, as he continued “Well it woke something in me, something that craves to control and use little bottom boys like you. Even got you to try putting a plug up your ass before I let you put my uniform on. Then I fucked you in the face, felt so damn good, way better than any girl. But even better than the head was the power. I loved being in control like that, like a true alpha male.”

I tried to moan saying that I wasn’t gay, a feeble excuse as I had been hiding from that possibility ever since that “experiment” between friends. Seeming to read my mind again he continued to whisper “Try to deny it all you want but you know it’s true. You avoided me after that “experiment”, and I know it was because you were hiding from what you’d found, but deep down you know the truth. You’re a weak little sub boy who needs and deserves to be controlled and humiliated, just like I’m an alpha who needs to control boys like you.”

“You didn’t know it then, but I hid a camera in the room during that experiment” Captured the whole thing and wanked off to it several times after that. Unfortunately, my dad went snooping around my phone and found it. Found a lot of things I was looking at and trying to do after it too.”

“Old man practicably blew a fuse he was so furious. But not for what you’re probably thinking. He was fine with me not being straight, fine with me being a top. But he was concerned over how aggressive using sub boys like you seemed to make me, and how I was constantly running off to jack off or craving to find a sub boy to dominate.”

“Worse, he didn’t believe it was you in the video because my helmet hid your face and you had a girlfriend, you were dating Christine then. So he refused to believe you’d started it, that you’d nearly begged to try on my uniform and let me dominate you. He said it was me and my behavior, my lack of self-discipline, that started it.”

“He made me swear never to do it again and started watching me like a hawk. But I thought the whole thing was done with and I’d be free once I went to college that fall.  You’d already moved away for college by then. Unfortunately, a week before I was supposed to leave my dad drugged my drink and before I knew it, I was being carted away for treatment here at Echo Grove. They specialize in treatment for these types of ‘aggression disorders’ as they say.”

He started stroking my trembling, restrained, encased body as he finished, “See, all your fault. All your fault I had to spend the last 6 years here sealed in that suit. 6 years trapped in that boring room, in this facility. You woke up my dominant side, and they spent the last 6 years trying to temper it by keeping me bound and submissive. Well, now it’s your turn ‘Josh’, your turn to feel what it’s like to be an encased sub boy for real. You know it’s what you want, what you need. And after getting me sent here it’s what you deserve.”

I was shocked. Shocked that he’d filmed our ‘experiment’, shocked at the depth of what it had awoken in him. Shocked that his dad had caught him. Appalled that his dad was willing to seek a ‘treatment’ like this for his own son. Shocked by his blaming me, and his betrayal of me. It seemed so irrational that maybe he really was sick.

But the biggest shock was how hard my cock was in the steel chastity belt. As my mind had reeled with his every word, that dark twisted, perverted corner of me shivered with horny lust. That dark demon that I’d tried to ignore ever since that “experiment” burst over me like a wave that threatened to consume all my rational thoughts.

I wanted to apologize, to say it was unfair to blame me, that he’d been treated unfairly. But even more I wanted to tell him that I planned on getting him out of here. That he didn’t have to do this, didn’t have to steal my life, and that his plan to leave me here in his place, trapped in his identity, was crazy! I wanted to beg not to be left here in this suit, even as my cock felt like it was trying to explode. But my paralyzed voice meant no sound escaped my bound form.

I was now panicking and creaking so hard in the chair that I didn’t notice the door burst open. Two orderlies came in and grabbed me before injecting a sedative into my mouth that I involuntarily swallowed. As I went limp in the chair ‘Liam’ came up and gave my leather encased head a slow final rub, saying “Goodbye ‘Josh’, and good luck with your treatment.”

After that he was led out of the room by Kyle as the two other orderlies unstrapped me from the wheelchair and instead strapped me onto a flat restraint board. Once secured they carried me out of the interview room, down the hallway back into the restricted wing, and all the way down the other end into a different room at the very far end, a room labeled ISOLATION.

This room had no window, and every surface was covered by thick black leather padding. I was placed in the middle of the room still strapped to the board, and a blindfold put over my leather helmet.  I desperately tried to call for help, for rescue, but my mind and body were numb from both shock and the sedative. In the distance I heard the door close, and the light click off, removing any light that leaked from the edges of the blindfold and plugging me into a deep dark pit both physically and mentally as I lost consciousness.

To be continued …