By Stormbound

After Brad left, we sat there in silence for a few minutes, ‘Liam’ holding my stiffly mitted hand in his. As I sat there thinking about how I was already feeling pretty warm and a little sweaty in the heavy leather suit I started to feel another urge too. ‘Liam’ felt me squirm and asked me what was wrong.

With my other mitted hand I indicated towards my waist, and he immediately understood, saying “Ah, you have to go to the bathroom!”. I stiffly nodded my leather encased head in the affirmative.

‘Liam’ rubbed my back saying “Yeah, I guess Brad forgot to clean us out earlier, he usually does it during my bath but with two of us today I guess he forgot. The night orderly will let you go pretty soon before feeding you dinner so try and hold it until then. Trust me, you don’t want to know what happens if you mess your diaper.”

I groaned a little at that news to which ‘Liam’ shushed me reminding me that ‘Josh’ was supposed to stay quiet and not make noise. I nodded my understanding and settled in to resist the discomfort in my bladder and colon until the orderly arrived.

Luckily, I didn’t have to wait very long, as after a few more minutes the door buzzed and opened revealing two hulking figures that stepped into the padded room. Both of them pretty young and had short brown hair, with a fade on the sides, and a neatly groomed chinstrap beard, and golden tanned skin. Both were also incredibly built with thick muscles smoothed out by a little bit of body fat. They looked like wrestlers or football linebackers and exuded an almost cocky strength and presence.

The first one was tall and huge, like a big bear, with a dark look on his face, while the second was short and stocky with a goofy grin. Despite being dressed as orderlies I couldn’t help think that both looked like they belonged dressed in denim and flannel, baseball caps on their heads, out drinking and hunting in the dense woods that surrounded the asylum.

The tall one spoke saying, “OK boy, take position, vising hours are over.” With a slight nod from ‘Liam’ I got up from the bed and carefully made my way across the padded floor to the back wall. Once there I took the position we had practiced, kneeling down facing the wall and putting my mitted hands behind my head, a difficult pose with how the thick stiff suit made raising my arms up a real challenge.

I heard the tall orderly introduce themselves to ‘Liam’ saying his name was Buck and the other was his cousin Colt. With vising hours over Colt would take ‘Liam’ back to the guest suite and release his chastity for the night so he could relax. I heard ‘Liam’ stand and say “Goodnight ‘Josh’, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, have a good night.” Before following Colt out of the room.

Buck then grabbed some items from the hallway and put them on the bunk before coming up behind me and feeling my suit to ensure it was properly secured. He then started stroking my thickly hooded head with his huge meaty paw saying “Ok boy, time to get you settled for the night, get up and stand next to the bunk with your hands on your head.

I made my way across the room, getting slowly better at walking on the padded floor in my padded leather booted feet. Once standing as instructed, Buck came over and undid the zip running from my belly button to the small of my back. He stuck a hand in and felt the diaper under my lycra singlet saying “Nice and dry, good boy. Now lets get you empty.”

Being called boy by this young huge virile stud gave me a strange feeling. Like I was a child under control of a parent. I silently watched as Buck positioned a steel bedpan and with a little bit of horror realized that was how I would be relieving myself. Once it was set Buck supported me with his arms under my armpits as he lowered me onto the pan, making sure it didn’t catch on the opening of my suit or singlet.

It took me a minute to get going, the humiliation of having to go in the bedpan in front of this big strong orderly clamming me up, but eventually my urgent need to go won out and I relieved myself into the pan with a long splash of urine and the plop of a large solid turd. Once I had finished Buck stood me up and wiped me clean before putting on a fresh diaper and zipping the singlet and suit shut over it. He then inspected the bedpan saying “That’s a pretty solid turd boy, hope you’re not getting constipated. I’ll make a note to give you something for that.”

My bowels now cleared next came my dinner, such as it was. Buck seated me on the bunk and then alternated giving me food and drink from two large squeeze bottles via tubes that went into my mouth through the grommet and mouth guard of my helmet. The food was a thick paste with a slightly sweet but mostly bland taste and very little texture. The drink was a lightly flavored water. As I ate, I thought about Josh and felt my stomach grumble thinking about the real food he would be enjoying tonight before reminding myself that he had endured these bland feedings for who knows how long and deserved to have that luxury tonight.

My feeding completed Buck cleaned up and said that due to my extra activity today I was to go to bed early to be well rested for my time with my visitor tomorrow. He had me lie down on my back on the bed, head on the pillow.

I heard him open some hidden drawer below the bed and pull out some items. Then he clipped my mittens together on top of my stomach using attachment loops I had not noticed on the quilted black leather. Next, he clipped my leather socked feet together and clipped them to a point on the foot of the bed. Finally, a point on the top of my helmet was clipped to the top of the bed with a strap that had a little slack, enough to move my head slightly but not enough to sit up. Now restrained to the bed he draped the blanked over my leather encased body and secured it’s four corners to the edge of the bed, trapping my hands on my stomach underneath.

He stroked my head again with his big strong paw of a hand saying “There, all tucked in. One last thing before I go, a little special juice to help you sleep like a good boy.” He then pulled out a syringe filled with liquid and dispensed it into my mouth making sure I swallowed. Then giving a final pat on my leather encased head he said “Goodnight Josh, sweet dreams, we’ll have some fun again real soon.” before leaving the room and securing the door with a buzz of the electronic lock. As he left, I wondered what he’d meant by “have fun” and shivered in my warm leather encasement.

Almost as soon as the door was locked the lights in the room clicked off plunging me into darkness. The sun had clearly set as only the faintest bit of light came in through the tiny frosted window, leaving me blind in the dark padded room. The only sounds to be heard were my slow breathing through the nose of the hood, and the creak of the tight thick leather encasing my body with every breath. I shuddered at how harsh this all seemed, feeling sorry for Josh having to be kept like this for his treatment, and silently promised to get him released as quickly as I could.

And yet there was also a part of me, the same part that had been excited to see the suit on the ground, that was thrilled to be wearing this suit, to be locked in this dark padded chamber. It started to imagine what it was like to be Josh, trapped endlessly in this asylum, always under strict control, and it made my cock strain in the chastity belt.

But just as I began to fear that the sounds of the suit and my horny frustration and boredom would keep me awake, I felt suddenly very drowsy. I realized whatever medicine I had been given was kicking in as a sank into a deep formless void of sleep, a void just as deep as the dark chamber in which I slept.

When I awoke the next morning, it was with a small bit of panic and confusion as I found myself unable to move. I moaned and wiggled in my confinement as my vision came back and I saw an orderly standing over me. This one had orange brown hair, cut short and frizzy on his head and in a well-groomed beard, and steel grey eyes. The name Kyle written on his chest and, from what I could see looking up at him, he was not as massive as the night orderlies but still covered in lean compact muscle like a rower or swimmer.

Kyle gently stroked my hood and rubbed my body through the blanket, shushing me until I calmed down. Once I was, he said ‘That’s better Josh. I know waking up like that is hard but it’s for your own good buddy. You’ve got a big day today with your guest, so let’s get you all ready then. Plus, I’ll give you something to keep you nice and quiet like a good boy, no more moans today, ok?”

I stiffly nodded my encased head on the pillow. From there Kyle undid the restraints and helped me sit up on the bed. My body was quite stiff from the thick leather and from sleeping in one position all night. From there breakfast was much as dinner had been last night, including another ablution into a bedpan, but Kyle also gave me several drinks of different medicines.

Most of them he didn’t say what they were but the last two he did say, one was for my constipation after Buck had left a note on my chart, the second was to help make sure I stayed quiet like my treatment required. Shortly after drinking that one I felt my throat start to tingle and realized it had totally numbed my vocal cords. It felt strange and mildly concerning that I could no longer communicate verbally at all, even if I was in distress, and I wondered how long it would last.

Now fully fed and medicated Kyle left saying that the day shift would be starting soon to take me to my “playdate” with my visitor. Alone in the room I got up and made a slow lap to work the stiffness out of my body, feeling the warm slightly sweaty embrace of the suit on my head and body with each step. Despite how it made me chub up inside the chastity belt I was by now quite ready to be out of this suit and resume my visit with Josh, but I hoped he had enjoyed the night break and that my suffering was worth it.

Shortly after I had made it back to the bed and sat down I heard the observation slit in the door slide open. I felt a moment of relief that Brad was here to let me out of this suit, only to have it replaced by confusion when a different voice boomed out to get into position. I hastily obeyed, getting into the position at the back wall and heard the door buzz open. The voice ordered me to stand up and I turned to see the orderly from yesterday with the buzzed head.

To be continued …