By Stormbound

I made a few slow walks back and forth across the room to stretch, though not too much as I was feeling tired from the forced workout in the morning. I realized towards the end that I kept rubbing my chaste metal and leather encased groin with my mitted hands. This whole ordeal, taking Josh’s place in this humiliating strict uniform and being totally controlled, had left me incredibly frustrated and horny. I thought once again how, once this was over, I would surely wank to the memories of this experience many times, satisfying that perverted dark part of me that had long lurked under the surface.

Unfortunately, my lustful daydreams were cut short by another, more pressing urge. I felt the growing need to answer the calls of nature, only this time I had no idea when ‘Josh’ was next scheduled to have those needs taken care of.  I sat down on the bunk trying to ignore it, hoping that Brad would return soon, and I could then hopefully alert him to my distress. But as the minutes seemed to drag on Brad didn’t appear as my urge reached critical levels.

Desperate, I slowly crossed the padded floor until I reached the padded door. Gently at first, then a little harder, I started tapping on the door with my flat mitted hand hoping to alert one of he orderlies to my situation. My hopes soared when the observation slit slid open and I saw Pete’s eyes glaring through. But they were just as quickly dashed as he scowled and curtly said “Keep it down Josh. Gonna have to make a note that you’re being disruptive.” before slamming the slot shut again.

Shocked and appalled by his cold uncaring response I started to make my way back to the bunk in a daze, not wanting to get Josh in further trouble. Unfortunately, halfway back my resistance finally failed, and I felt first a rush of liquid, followed by a large squishy mass, flood into the diaper I wore under the singlet and suit. It felt so disgusting and humiliating, I had just messed myself like a child. Worse, I had no way to clean myself up or to even ask to be cleaned. I stood there for several minutes, not wanting to sit down in my own mess, remembering what Josh had said about not wanting to find out what happened if I messed the diaper, and realizing that I was probably going to find out.

Eventually my legs started to get tired balancing in the padded boots on the padded floor, and I reluctantly sat down on the bunk. The feeling of the turd squishing and spreading in the soggy mass of the diaper, was humiliating and vile. And yet I shocked to feel my earlier excitement return, my locked cock hardening even as I sat there in my own filth in silent misery, craving to be released from this thick heavy suit.

Eventually the buzzed and opened, but I was surprised to see Buck entering the room saying “Get in position boy! Your visitors appointment with the doctor went long so visiting hours have already ended.” I quickly got up and took the position at the back of the wall.

Once kneeling Buck came behind me and began inspecting my suit and helmet. I felt him stiffen as he got to my waist, clearly feeling the mass in the diaper through the suit.  He gave my bottom a couple gentle slaps with his meaty paw while saying “Looks like someone’s been a bad boy. Gonna have to do something about that, aren’t we Josh. Stay here.” I was so humiliated, yet I felt my body shiver in twisted pleasure as his bear paw patted my thickly padded bottom.

With that he got up and went back out into the corridor, returning a few minutes later with Colt, who was carrying some supplies. Colt spread a large rubber mat on the floor as Buck made me stand up and then lay down on my back on the mat. Then Cold crouched over my chest and lifted my legs up into the air while Buck unzipped the suit and singlet. He methodically removed the soiled diaper and wiped me clean. The wipes were cold and I squirmed as Colt pinned me down and held me in place.

Once I was fully clean I felt a strange cold gel being applied over my hole. I was confused until I felt something push against my rosebud. It was a feeling I had only felt once before in my life, a long time ago when I had “experimented” one time. A butt plug being pushed into my bottom, a perverted feeling I had tried for years to forget. This was the punishment for making a mess, being kept plugged so that it couldn’t happen again, It wasn’t an overly huge plug but to my untrained hole it felt massive until it seated itself with a plop. A little fiddling followed by a click informed me that it had been attached to the steel chastity belt, trapping the plug inside me.

With the plug in place I was quickly put into a fresh diaper and then the zips sealed shut on the singlet and suit. Colt then got off of me and pulled me up while Buck prepared my dinner bottles of yet another bland meal. As he fed me Buck laughed darkly that those constipation supplements he requested had certainly done their job. I realized with a sinking feeling that he both enjoyed my humiliation and had been hoping for it, eager to punish and plug me for something I had little to no control over. It was so sick and humiliating to feel so helpless, and yet my cock once again my cock stiffened. It seemed the deeper I fell into this role the more that my dark perversion grew.

Once the feeding was done Buck had me stand and he proceeded to ensure every piece of my uniform was good and tight on my body. Then he made me lay down on the bed and restrained me for the night in the exact same way as the night before saying “Bad boy’s don’t get to stay up late. You know that’s only for good boys Josh, so bed time for you.”

With Colt helping I was quickly restrained and tucked down under the blanket. With a final pat to my thickly hooded head both hulking orderlies left the room and turned off the light, plunging me into darkness. I lay there for quite some time squirming in frustration. I now desperately wanted out of this suit, out of this asylum. No matter how horny this suit seemed the reality of living in it even for a couple days was starting to feel intolerable! I don’t know how Josh had put up with it and not gone truly insane, and I vowed that at the end of my visit tomorrow I would put into motion whatever was needed to release him from this deplorable institution.

I eventually fell into a restless sleep. My dreams were haunted by the creak of leather, the sensation of struggling against unyielding bonds, and the devious smiles of huge muscular orderlies as they hovered over my restrained form. In the background Josh lurked dressed in my visitors outfit. But no matter how much I moaned and wiggled, begging him to save me, begging for release of every type, he remained distant and out of reach.

When I woke it was with a jolt, my body sticky with sweat inside the thick confining leather. I pulled against the restraints for a bit, gently moaning and sobbing, before I calmed down and sank into a wait for the morning shift orderly to come feed and release me. After that it would not be much longer before I would switch back with Josh, be free from this awful existence. I would be back in control, and then I could focus on getting us both far away from Echo Grove.

Eventually the lights came on and the door opened. Kyle stepped into the room and I signed in relief. However, he did not release me from the bed right away as he did yesterday morning. Instead, he gave me several drinks of medicine while still restrained. When I started to resist a little he grabbed my nose and plugged the breathing holes. Now forced to breathe through my mouth I involuntarily swallowed the remaining medicine.

As I felt my throat go numb Kyle apologized, saying “Sorry Josh, but little change of schedule this morning, and I was told to give you a double dose of your silence medication and ensure that you drank it all. Now, be a good boy and let me get you into the wheelchair so we can go to your special appointment.”

I was confused, scared, and a little curious. Nobody had said anything about an appointment this morning yesterday. But with no other options, and little other hope of finding out what was happening, I nodded and let Kyle get me released from the bed, guided across the room, and strapped tightly into the wheelchair waiting in the hallway.

To be continued …