By Jordan Thomas
Chapter 2 – Exploration
Over the course of several days, 42-year-old Philip was curious about his findings, but tonight during his night shift again, he got bored. Since there wasn’t much to do other than playing with some stuff on his desk, he managed to take another peek into the room.
Beep. The green light flashed again.
This time the door opened easily, not like before. To his surprise the room was lit — the lights were already on when he opened the door. Strange. He paced around the room again until he reached the rows of cabinets he had previously opened like a treasure chest. He took a quick look through the glass on each cabinet until he stopped in front of the last one that he hadn’t opened before because he got interrupted by his colleague. He put his hands on the handle and slowly opened the cabinet. The door swung open easily, and inside was a full CO uniform but made in leather. In conclusion there were 5 cabinets; those 5 held things he had never seen before aside from porn websites. But the last one — it was unnerving.
The leather uniform was identical to what he wore every day but in leather. The leather scent mixed with a hint of body odor was kinda hypnotizing. Philip was drawn to the sight and smell; it tingled his brain a bit. The name strip was blank, but as he touched it he realized it was Velcro, which meant the user must have taken it off to keep the wearer’s identity a secret. Since the uniform carried a hint of someone’s body odor, he realized this uniform had been used before — even maybe not long ago. Which made him think that this room was not totally abandoned; there must be another access to this room. He closed the cabinet door and continued walking around the room. Looking around, he stopped at one of the shelves where there seemed to be an ominous object that looked like his massager back at home, but with some attachment to it and some kind of rubber sleeve over it. Above it he saw a clamp much like a clothes clamp but with a string chain joining them.
He stopped for a moment and walked to the entrance door to take a look at his desk. It was quiet.
“Hm… seems like not much activity going on around tonight,” Philip muttered, which meant there was plenty of time to explore his findings. Rows after rows of shelving were just filled with standard boring-looking handcuffs, shackles, and prison transport restraints, so he went back to the glass cabinet and opened the first one containing the straitjacket. With courage he touched the leather one and picked it up from the hanger. The smell of the leather came straight to his nostrils, invigorating his mind, which he realized a moment after meant he was getting turned on. He couldn’t stop sniffing it. He turned the jacket around revealing the inner side and pulled it near his head, nearly covering his head, and he took a deep breath, immersing himself in the scent. It blinded his senses and flooded his brain with serotonin; it felt like heaven to him.
“Holy fuck, that was awesome!” He could feel his tool getting excited. His head was playing with his body — maybe a little try won’t hurt. Surprisingly he knew his way into the jacket. He put one arm in and another one in playfully, and it felt amazing. Although it was still loose with no one strapping him in, he barely exploded with the rush of being in it strapped tightly, and the scent from the jacket made him excited. After a minute or so he took it off and hung it back in the cabinet, then he started caressing the canvas straitjacket.
He turned his head to the other cabinet and curiously walked to cabinet number 3 that was filled with hoods, gags, muzzles, and other restraining kits. He deliberately picked up a ballgag — something he had seen before from one of his porn videos. The ball was a bit dusty, so he wiped it off and put the gag in his mouth and started to strap it in. It was an unusual feeling; he had never felt something like that in his mouth, so he took it off. He wiped off some of his saliva around his mouth. Next he took a look at the hoods. Some were totally blocked off, leaving two little holes for the nostrils; some had an eye opening, and there was also the open-mouth one. He picked up the blocked-off one and put it over his head, plunging him into darkness.
Philip couldn’t believe it — the hood had the same smell as the straitjacket: leather mixed with a hint of body odor. He was confused by not feeling grossed out; instead he felt at ease. It felt like a calm wave washed over his mind. Unprecedentedly he kneeled down with the hood in place, imagining what it would be like if he was strapped in a straitjacket complete with the hood over his head, and maybe a gag to accompany it. His head slightly tilted upwards as he sniffed the scent deeper and deeper.
And all of a sudden, “CARRINGTON! WHERE ARE YOU???”
His reverie was broken by the loud voice calling his name. He fumbled with the hood, recklessly throwing it into the cabinet, and ran as fast as he could back to his desk.
When he reached the desk, there stood a tall broad man, a 60-something male with a rigid muscular figure — it was his supervisor, Theodore Martinez.
“Carrington, where have you been?! I’ve been calling you through the radio and why are you gasping like you’ve been chased by dogs? Get your shit together, will you?”
“Sir, yes Sir! I’m sorry, Sir! I was checking in the back of the storage room, Sir! It won’t happen again,” Philip replied.
“What are you doing?! Playing around in the back? Slacking off? What is it in the back that you do, Carrington? Jacking off?! You’re supposed to be at your post at all times, Carrington. Consider this my first warning to you!”
“Yes, Sir! I’m sorry, Sir…,” Philip said apologetically.
“Now, I’m going to inform you, there’s a new recruit that will be joining us and I would like him to be sent to your station on your next shift. Do teach him how things work at your station!”
“Yes, Sir!”
“Now off you go! Do stay alert, Carrington! Stop slacking off!” said Martinez.
Philip could only nod his head while he adjusted his breathing after his shock and a bit of running. A jolt is what it was. And yeah, tomorrow was his day off. So he might take some time off at his house by watching porn.
To be continued …