By lthr_jock

Fletcher grinned to himself as he led Sergeant Davis down to the garage level. The Sarge was clearly having trouble keeping up due to the transport chains, and his shuffling walk only made the chains clank more loudly. Fletcher made sure to keep his pace fast so that Davis had to work to keep up – all the more difficult as Davis couldn’t see out of the headbag.

Fletcher led Davis to the backdoor of a transport van and helped Davis inside. There, he secured the transport chains to a ring in the floor and locked Davis inside the van before clambering into the driving seat. As he drove across town, he fondled his growing cock as he thought about what was in store for Davis.

The journey took about 20 minutes – but to Davis it seemed like hours. He couldn’t see anything, and the back of the van was uncomfortable and noisy. Finally it stopped and he heard the sound of boots on gravel as Fletcher walked around to the back of the van. He heard the low rumble of voices outside the van, though he couldn’t make out what they were saying. Suddenly, the door of the van was opened, his chains were unlocked from the bolt in the floor and he was being pulled outside. There were multiple hands on him – three men at least – and from the feel of them they were strong and clearly used to dealing with restrained people. They grabbed him around the arms and started to march him off. He tried to keep up by hobbling along, but they were moving too fast and he soon tripped. The hands held him upright but did not stop – they just dragged him along until he struggled back onto his feet.

Unknown to Davis, Fletcher was walking right behind him and his three guards. Davis was right – the three men dealing with him were very strong. All three were packed with muscle, over 6 feet tall and wearing tight uniforms of white T-shirts, white trousers and trainers. The T-shirts were emblazoned with the words “Blueridge Hospital” across the front and “Orderly” across the back. Their physiques were the results not only of a commitment to working out, but the drugs they had been provided with by their boss – drugs that Davis had been unknowingly taking for three weeks.

The three orderlies took Davis up to an impressively imposing building with bars on all its windows and a construction that reminded Fletcher of a prison. One of them swiped a key card through a slot by the door and with a click the thick metal door swung open. They manhandled Davis inside and along a corridor before taking him into a room and forcing him down onto his knees. Fletcher walked in behind them and nodded to the other occupant of the room. This man was in his late 40s, of average height and build with thinning hair. He was wearing glasses and a white lab coat. As the men entered, he removed his glasses and stood up from behind his desk.

“Well, well, gentleman.   And who do we have here?”

Fletcher spoke up.

“Jeff Barnard, a prisoner in need of psychological evaluation, Dr. Canning.”

Canning nodded. “Of course, we have been expecting Mr. Barnard.” He moved out from behind his desk to walk around Davis, who was trying to speak through the gag and doing little more than grunting.

“I am right in thinking that Mr. Barnard has volunteered for some of our treatments?”

Fletcher nodded. “Yes – here’s the waiver he signed earlier.” He couldn’t resist grinning as Davis yelled into the gag and tried to stand up. The three men held him in place.

“Now, now Mr. Barnard, you can’t change your mind now – leave that to us.” Canning chuckled at his little joke. Davis started to struggle in earnest, his muscles bulging as he tried to break out of the restraints. Canning looked at him and decisively moved to a tray on his desk, grabbing hold of a prepared hypodermic syringe. “Hold him!” he snapped. The three orderlies grappled Davis to the floor and held him in place as Canning jabbed the syringe into Davis’ buttock and then stood back. Within 30 seconds, Davis stopped struggling as the cocktail of drugs took effect.

“Take him into the test room.”

The orderlies dragged Davis down the corridor. Davis couldn’t do anything to resist – his muscles felt like jelly and he couldn’t move them at all. He could hear sounds around him though they were distorted as though he was underwater. His vision had flashes and curved of colour across it. He could barely tell what was going on as the men bundled him into a room that was tiled in white with nothing in it but a large metal chair in the centre of the room. Fletcher followed up and grinned as he saw the chair. It was like a dentist chair – but in the same way that a Rottweiler is like a Chihuahua. The chair was festooned with restraints and points for securing ropes and chains. It was linked up to three computer systems and could be moved around to completely change the posture of the person sitting in it, from sitting upright, to being supine with legs spread and in the air.

“Right, let’s see what we have here.” Canning looked at Fletcher and held his hand out. “The keys.” Fletcher handed over a handful of keys, and Canning tossed them to one of the orderlies. “Strip him.”

With brisk efficiency, the three men removed the transport chains and overalls. They chuckled when the saw the gag, collar, slave harness and cock strap underneath. Dr. Canning raised an eyebrow. “I see. A secret leather fetishist. With masochistic tendencies. Good. We will use that to make him a more productive member of society.” Canning turned to one of the orderlies and issued some instructions. He told the remaining two to put Davis on the chair.

Davis sprawled helplessly on the chair, a stream of drool hanging from his half-open mouth. Canning ran his hand over Davis’ impressive, hair-covered pectorals, twining hairs around his fingers as he did so. “Oh yes, so primitive, so primal. Such a specimen – thank God you brought him to us before he went out and committed some terrible crime.”

The orderlies came back in with a trolley loaded down with items. “Excellent. And now to work.”

Canning started to give instructions to the orderlies, and they grabbed pads and electrical equipment and started to plug them into the computers. Canning grabbed a set of metal rings. He slid the largest over Davis’ cock, securing it tight against his body. He used an Alun Key to tighten it, the thick metal ring now holding his cock firmly and encouraging it to remain erect. He then placed two more rings on Davis’ cock – one near the root by the balls and the other just over the cockhead.   He stroked Davis’ until he was fully erect, fiddled with the placement of the rings and then tightened them also. Davis’ cock was now held completely erect by the rings. Canning then attached electrodes to each of the rings.

“Help us turn him over.”

With Fletcher’s help, Davis was rolled face down, his hairy, muscled arse vulnerable. Canning experimentally stuck a finger inside arsehole. “Hmm, tight. Medium, I think.” He selected a metal dildo from the trolley and covered it in lube. With clinical detachment, he pushed it slowly inside Davis’ arse until it’s base was seated tightly against his arse. Davis could feel the unwelcome invader but could do nothing to resist it except make a gurgling noise. Canning attached an electrode to the base of the dildo before securing it in place with a harness of thick leather straps.

Davis could feel movement returning to his limbs. The dizziness was fading and his awareness of his situation was improving. He tried to speak, but all that came out were slurred syllables. Canning looked sharply at Davis and then at the orderlies. “Quickly now.”

One of the men grabbed a thick, heavy black leather straitjacket from the trolley. The other two levered Davis to his feet, and they started to feed the jacket over his arms. Davis grunted as he felt the thick leather start to cover his arms. His already erect cock jerked with pleasure at the feel and the smell as the orderlies pulled the jacket tight against his chest and started wrapping it around his back. The back was secured with a zip and several straps. As the zip was fastened, the leather gripped Davis’ body tightly and he groaned with pleasure. The straps were loosely tightened from neck to waist and then the orderlies re-tightened them – this time as far as they could. The leather went from being comfortable to be being tight – too tight to be anything other than a constricting restraint. The collar of the jacket was high and the strap made it quite solid, wrapping his thick neck with a band of gleaming black leather. As the straps tightened, his cock started to leak precum. Two longer straps went between his legs and were secured tightly either side of his cock, making him grunt again. Finally, his arms were wrapped around him, feeding them through straps at his sides and finally strapping them securely in place so that he was unable to move them.

Davis was starting to regain some control.

“Stop..” he slurred “Whar….wah…..what …yo…yoouuu …doon…ddoo…doooinng. I ..not..not…Barnard….I…I”

Before he could say anything else, Canning stuffed a medical mouth restraint into his mouth and cranked it open as far as it would go. Davis could only gurgle and grunt as the restraint kept his mouth wide open. Canning chuckled. “Onto the chair with him.” The orderlies pushed Davis back into the chair and used leather straps to secure his ankles to it. In seconds they added further straps at knee, thigh, waist, chest and shoulder. Davis was now secured from the neck down. Canning fiddled with the fitting of the chair and raised panels either side of Davis’ head. The padded panels were curved, and Canning adjusted them so that his head was trapped between them.

Davis was now completely unable to move.

He was by now also completely in control of himself, and his faculties had fully returned. He writhed and wriggled as much as he could, but the only result was to make him sweat more and to make his cock leak more. He tried to speak, but the mouth-spreader stopped anything other than an incoherent gurgle. Canning smiled and patted him on the head.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Barnard, we will not hurt you. We’re just going to make you a productive member of society.” Davis struggled harder, but to no avail. He tried to speak, but the gurgles just sounded stupid. He saw Fletcher standing there watching and thought Fletcher would stop this, but Fletcher just grinned.

“Now, in order for this to work, you have to take some medicine. Canning brought across a tray with a handful of pills on it and two syringes. These pills included those that Fletcher had been dosing Davis with as well as a few more. Canning dropped the pills into Davis’ open mouth and although he tried to resist swallowing, the mouth spreader stopped him and they soon went down his throat. Canning smiled and then injected Davis in the thigh muscle. He then consulted his watch, calculating the optimum time for the drugs to take effect. He tapped some commands into the computer and a hidden projector started to display a whirling pattern of lights and colours against the opposite wall.

“Now, Mr Barnard, just look at the colours.” Davis realised what Canning was trying to do and clamped his eyes shut. Canning tutted and, using surgical tape, taped Davis’ eyes open. “Good, just look at the lights and the colours.” Canning’s vice droned on and on. Davis could not look way and soon he found he did not want to. His focus went blank as the hypnotic patterns drove him deep into trance. When Canning was satisfied he was under, he started the second phase of the program. Pictures started to appear overlaying the spiral – pictures of men and women. With each male picture, the electrodes attached to his cock ring and the dildo sent out a warm pulse, arousing him. With each female picture, Davis received a sharp shock, making him spasm.

Canning watched for a few minutes, grinning with sadistic pleasure at the sight of the huge man helpless and jerking uncontrollably. “Gentlemen, this will take several hours. I suggest we find other things to amuse ourselves.”

As they left, Fletcher asked, “Are you sure this will work?” Canning looked at him, clearly annoyed at being questioned. “Of course, by the end of this treatment your sergeant will have a much greater appreciation for the male form. It will also increase his sexual response to leather, rubber and bondage. This is an important step on his journey.” As he sat down behind his desk, he turned on his monitor to watch a live feed of Davis. He turned up the volume so that he could hear the policeman grunting and whimpering alternately as the electric current shot through his crotch and prostate.

“Yes, a very important step indeed” he mused as he rubbed his engorged cock under his lab coat. “And I think I will help Mr. Davis out with that.” He picked up the telephone and dialled a local number. “Ah, Captain. Yes he is here. Should be ready for you tomorrow evening.”

***

Several hours later, Canning went through to the lab. Davis was still staring at the wall, which was now displaying a barrage of images of men – men naked, men in leather, men in rubber, men in uniforms, men in bondage. The electrical pulsed into his cock and arse were more or less constant now, and judging by the stains and pools over his stomach and crotch, Davis had cum several times. Canning listened to the softly whispered soundtrack that to him was virtually inaudible, but thanks to the drugs in Davis’ system he would be able to hear them clearly. They would be reinforcing the images on the screen. Canning leant over and removed the surgical tape holding Davis’ eyes open – they were no longer needed and the drugged man stared at the images.

Canning looked down at the mess around Davis’ crotch and the bead of precum that was forming at the tip. He leant over and licked it clean, shuddering as his tongue touched the top ring around the Sergeant’s cock and he felt the tingle of electricity. “Mmm. Lovely. Police cum. I should bottle that.” Humming to himself, he wandered back to his office and started winding the programme down.

***

Several hours later, Davis started awake to find himself lying in a hospital bed in what looked like a well appointed private room. He had the contacts for an ECG on his wrists, ankles and chest and a cannula in his left arm. He sat up and felt dizzy. Putting his right arm up to his head, the bed sheet feel down slightly, revealing his naked chest. He lifted the sheet and realised he was completely naked underneath. As he looked around for a call button, the door opened and a man walked in carrying a clipboard.

“Ah, Sergeant Davis. I’m Dr. Canning.”

“What happened? Where am I?”

“Well, you had a bit of an episode at work. You staggered out of your office and fainted. They brought you to our private facility here – marvellous what the new insurance will cover, isn’t it? Anyway, you’ve just had a bit of a fainting fit. Looks to me like you’ve been working out too much without taking in sufficient salts and proteins.”

“I have been working out a lot more lately.”

“Precisely, and while it’s clearly working for you, you need to look after yourself. I’ve given you a prescription for some powdered supplements – you need to take three packets a day. I’ve given you a 30-day supply. You can pick them up from reception on your way out.”

Canning looked up as Davis didn’t move from the bed.

“Well? You can go, Sergeant.”

“Umm .. my clothes?”

“Ah of course. We got someone to pick up some from home for you.”

Canning went over to a small cupboard at the foot of the bed and pulled out a leather tote bag.

“Here you go.”

Canning deliberately stayed in the room, first removing the cannula, then making some notes on the clipboard. He wanted to see how Davis would respond to someone being present while he was naked and also to his new clothes. To his satisfaction, Davis pulled the sheet aside as soon as the cannula was out, revealing his naked form to the Doctor. His cock hung down between his muscled thighs and he scratched it unselfconsciously as he looked through the bag. The doctor held his breath – Davis would never normally have worn clothes like this.

Davis picked up the leather jockstrap and looked at it, then clambered into it, adjusting his cock so that it sat inside the leather of the pouch – although it only just covered it. He then got out a pair of socks and leant over to put them on, uncaring that he was displaying his naked arse for Canning. He then pulled out a pair of leather jeans, which he pulled on with some trouble, as they were skin-tight and clearly tailor made as the fitted like a second skin over his thighs and then narrowed around his waist. He secured them with a thick studded leather belt. Next he pulled on a pair of black bike boots and zipped them up the back so that they snugged around his calves. He wormed his way into a bright red Underarmour tank-top, pulled it down and tucked it into his belt. Finally he picked up his wallet and put it in his back left pocket, attaching it to a thick chain, which he clipped to his belt so that it swung down and rattled against his left thigh as he moved. Davis put all this on without any hint that it was unusual wear for him.

Canning grinned to himself.

“Don’t forget to collect your supplements, Sergeant. And we’ll see you soon.”

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