By Stormbound

I felt some trepidation as I stood before the intimidating façade of Echo Grove Asylum. Behind me I could hear the taxicab pull away, leaving me alone at the gates of this isolated facility deep in the wooded countryside. There was not even cell service to summon an escape ride on my own, leaving no choice but to continue forward into the waiting heavy oaken doors.

Not that I entirely didn’t wish to be here. The strange summons that brought me to Echo Grove still hung I my mind, and I was determined to find the answers to the questions it raised. Inside I found a small austere lobby that matched the old fashioned exterior of the building. I checked in at a small window behind which was a large male orderly. He looked rather intimidating with his well built body and shaved head, his scrubs somehow adding to, rather than subtracting from, his powerful look.

He asked me several questions about the purpose of my visit and if I had made all the requested perpetrations before being admitted into the facility as a visitor and I confirmed I had and was told to proceed through the adjacent door. An electronic lock buzzed allowing me to push the door open to a small open locker room where the final preparations and inspection would take place.

The orderly entered the room through another door and asked me to strip and store my belongings in the indicated locker. Once I was naked, he confirmed I had no objects hidden on me and that I had followed the preparation instructions by shaving my body smooth and cutting my hair to a near skin buzz, before instructing me to wash and disinfect in the open shower in the room.

It was all so strange and somewhat unnerving, but I remained committed to getting answers to this mystery. Once again, I reflected on the strange letter that brought me here as I showered, as I had multiple times a day since I had received it.

It all started with a letter from an estate lawyer in the mail. Unexpectedly it was for the estate of the wealthy father of my childhood best friend. I had not been in contact with either in several years since I had left for college and after when I started working as a project manager for the past few years at an engineering firm. Inside the letter were two shocks.

First, my friend’s father had named me the executor and beneficiary of his sizable estate. I was confused why me and not my old friend until I read more of the letter. It explained that I had been awarded custody of my old friend, who was currently a resident patient at Echo Grove Asylum receiving treatment for a sensory management disorder.

This clearly raised more questions than it answered. I had never known my friend to have any physical or mental issues, and commitment seemed an unusual and extreme response in these modern times. But perhaps something had indeed happened, and I was now the person responsible for his commitment and wellbeing.

For this reason, as well as my own burning curiosity, I contacted Echo Grove and arranged to make a visit to see my friend as his now legal guardian to check in on his progress and ensure he was being taken care of properly.

Now finished with the disinfecting shower the orderly indicated a pile of clothing on the bench and indicated I should get dressed to enter the facility proper to start my visit. It was all very strange, adding to some persistent small discomfort about this facility.

The first item looked like a metal jockstrap, the orderly explained it was a chastity belt and was to protect the staff and patients from the risk of sexual assault. It sounded a bit farfetched, but I had no choice but to wear it if I wanted to meet my friend, so I allowed the orderly to secure it around my waist. It felt strange but not uncomfortable, totally trapping my cock and balls in a padded silicone sheath deep inside, a rub and tug demonstrating that no stimulation and no escape was possible. If the patients really did wear such a device then I felt very bad for them, denied any ability of sexual pleasure.

Next was what resembled a light gray wrestling singlet with the words ECHO GROVE written across the chest and VISITOR across the back in forest green. Following this was a pair of leather “socks” that closed with a zip up the front with a flap buttoning shut over the zip. The final piece was a lycra face hood which the orderly assured was to keep everyone’s identity confidential. It slid over my head encasing it and was snug but not too tight, the only things exposed were my eyes and mouth.

Finally, fully prepared and attired, the orderly used his badge and a pin to unlock the remaining door in the room, the one that led into the facility proper, and escorted me through. On the other side were austere and pristine corridors lined with closed doors, a smell of antiseptic in the air that combined with the cold fluorescent lights to give the place a cold clinical feeling. I was led down past several closed doors with small windows in them before the orderly opened one and nudged me inside.

To be continued …

Metal would like to thank Stormbound for this story, which he wrote while fully encased in his leather prison suit as pictured above! You can find the author on Twitter and on Gay Kinky Stories.