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You can Trust Us
I have a friend, Jim, who is also a bondage Top. Mine to be exact. He was fully
aware of my likes/dislikes and what could get me going. My dreams, desires, all of it.
That's how I ended up where I am now, in the situation I am in. Let me start at the
beginning...
CHAPTER ONE
Living in a mobile home owned by Jim, taking care of his Mobile Home Park, I
had a nice quiet place of my own, with more than enough room for a dungeon inside. I
was a frequent guest in the dungeon in my own home. Jim even had some friends come
and play too. Sometimes as bottoms, sometimes as tops to help him work me over. Both
Jim and I knew I had a very strong inclination as a bottom right up to the point of being
slave material. I would spend a lot of time in different inescapable forms of bondage. I
love isolationism, mummification, leather, rubber, latex... especially latex!
Many times I was put into Latex Bondage and in it for days at a time. Usually
long weekends and the such. Jim over time started to introduce more people that he had
met into bondage, and long term restraint. Many also were deeply into Leather, chains,
and latex.
One weekend, I met a pair of guys that Jim had brought in, both good looking and
very well built. They had told us that they worked at a private mental hospital and were
Psychology Graduate Students. They were familiar with many types of restraint, and
brought samples with them. I loved every minute of the time I was in them. They had
continued to come and visit us, and 'play' with me a couple weekends a month for almost
2 months. Jim kept talking about different plans they kept on discussing before each visit.
He said I would like the next visit in about 3 days.
CHAPTER TWO
"Hello, Masters Chad and Brandon, Sirs." I said as they came Friday evening.
They came in and we went about our playtime over the weekend, and yes, I enjoyed it
very much. They were going to be leaving Monday afternoon, as they were in the work
portion of their graduate work. No classroom work necessary. They worked at a Private
Mental Hospital an hour or so away down in the next state, and I was told they were on
the night shifts there, and would be for the next year or so, until they wrote their thesis
and got their doctorates.
I thought that that would be a neat job to have, and that being around all of that
equipment could be a real turn-on. They agreed, and then talked to themselves for a
minute. Then they asked a question that about took my breath away; "Would you like to
see for yourself?"
What could I say... "YES!!!" Jim was there, and thought that it was a great idea
himself. They then told me that I wouldn't need anything, but the only way for me to be
able to be inside was if I signed myself in for 24hr Voluntary Observation. After that they
could either bring me back or Jim could be called and he could come and get me.
"No problem." I said. I would do about anything to get to try this. Chad went out
to their Durango (Black with Dark Tinted Windows) and came back with this beautiful
Heavy Gauge Latex Straitjacket. I was informed that they used it to transport 'patients'
for the hospital, not only for their safety, but for mine as well, to keep me from hurting
myself. They could easily subdue someone themselves, but its made to keep the patient
confined in a nice cozy long-term restraint. So I was stripped, my clothes put into a small
duffle bag, and I was put into the straitjacket.
I asked if I could stay in it all night, and try out other things the next day, they
looked at each other and then agreed. I was put up into the back seat, sinking into the
plush black leather seat, and I was secured in a seatbelt and my feet were attached to
hidden cuffs. They then took a heavy rubber muzzle, and secured it tightly about my
head, cutting off all speech. "All set?" Brandon asked. I nodded affirmative, and looked
over at Jim, who had a strange look on his face, and waved to me. Then we were off!
CHAPTER THREE
On the trip they quietly spoke to each other, occasionally looking in my direction.
After about an hours drive, we turned off into a driveway going back into the woods, and
through a large gate that they had to put an access card in to open. We then drove up to a
side entrance to the building and Chad got out and closed a tall chain link fence around
the Durango and locked it shut. He then started to get me out while Brandon took a
key chain and started to open a large steel door with 3 big deadbolts in it. I was practically
carried inside and Brandon then took the keys and locked the door from the inside. I was
set down in a special heavy leather reclining type wheelchair. I had my legs attached to
the frame and my chest had large straps wrapped around me to hold me to the chair.
"Is he ready? Good. Take him into room 2." Chad said, as he walked thru a door
he just unlocked. Brandon began pushing me thru the door and I saw Chad walk into
what looked like an office just down the hall. I was wheel up to a door, and Brandon
pushed me thru and then locked the door behind me, and put the key in his pocket.
"I need to get you ready for your stay here, Jay. I want your word that you will
not harm me or yourself, as I begin to release you and begin prep-ping you for your
visit." "You have my word." I said. "You are a Temporary Mental Patient here and will
be treated as such. In a moment Chad will come in with some forms you must sign,
admitting yourself and allowing us to take you under our care for temporary
observation." "Certainly!" I said, giving him a wink. He then undid my right arm from
the wrist to elbow so that I would be able to sign the papers. As soon as he was done,
Chad walked in with a clipboard full of papers for me to sign. He pointed to a few
different places for me, and I signed them all as directed. Just as I finished, the pen and
clipboard was taken away, and all of a sudden an air gun was put to my neck and I was
given an injection.
"What are you doing..." I said somewhat weakly.
"Oh settle down boy!" Said Brandon enthusiastically. "We're the ones in control.
We were before, are now, and in the future. So calm down. This was a strong sedative we
administered. Helps us get you ready that much more easy."
"You jerks! I didn't want that!" I tried shouting in frustration. All I did was make
them smile that much more at me.
"Oh now. Sounds like he needs to be calmed down even more. Think we can
handle that Chad?" Asked Brandon.
"This mild sedative should handle that." Chad said, taking a syringe and stabbing
it in my arm. I immediately became drowsy and somewhat dizzy. I tried asking why they
did that, because I was in no way any kind of threat. But I no longer had any real control
of my speech. "This sedative should keep you awake and aware, but your body should be
pretty well useless, even if you weren't strapped down."
I began to feel frightened, and they began to release me from all of my bindings .
They could do anything to me, and we all knew it. I was stripped down to absolutely
nothing, and then Chad proceeded to catheterize me and give me an enema to clean me
out. Then I was looking at a large mass of Latex! It was smooth, shiny, thick, heavy and
beautiful looking!
"With you down to nothing, the feel of the rubber and latex should be more
sensational feeling." Said Chad
"And will enable us to wrap you up in your jacket even tighter, too." Piped in
Brandon. Brandon held me up as Chad began dressing me first in skintight latex pants,
and then a sleeveless latex shirt. The hose from the catheter being fed through a special
hole in the pants for that purpose. Then, Chad grabbed my hard-on, and said; "Well, well,
well. What have we here?" With a big smile. Then Brandon tried too, and smiled himself.
"That sort of behavior may just get your stay here extended, boy." Said Chad.
"What are these two idiots talking about?" I thought. I could barely manage to
think somewhat straight. Then they came in with an IV and attached it to my upper right
arm. Then I was stood up, and Chad began pulling a thick, heavy latex leg sheath up my
legs and pulled the straps tight at my ankles, below my knees, above the knees and
around my waist. Then they brought out this big, beautiful mass of latex, with straps
everywhere on it!
"Oh my God" was all I could think as it brought to me. All of my fantasizing
about being in such a thing was coming true! They must have sensed my excitement, both
from increased pulse and respiration. I doubt they could see anything down below as
buried under layers of latex that it was. They told me to relax, it was just a jacket.
I was placed into the jacket, which came down almost to my knees, and I was
strapped into it, tight. And then they made it even more tight, constantly tightening, and
retightening all of the straps. The shear pleasure of the experience was totally
overwhelming. Even with a catheter, I had a pulsing hard-on. Finally, I couldn't hold it
anymore, and I had a massive orgasm.
They both laughed. "Yep, an extensive stay seems to be in order." Chad said.
My arms were tightened even more around me, and a heavy padded muzzle was
buckled around my head, and breathing tubes were placed in my nose. I was getting
rather worried by this point. Then a heavy latex hood was pulled over all of it, and the
tubes were pulled through the appropriate holes in the hood, and everything was ready. I
was then carried over to a stretcher with a thick latex padded cover on it. I was laid down
on it and more straps were brought over me securing me to the stretcher.
Once that was done, more straps were attached to my head holding it down
securely as well. "I think he's ready. Don't you, Chad?" "I believe so, lets go."
The door was unlocked and I was rolled out through it. Down a somewhat
darkened hallway, that I could barely see through small lenses in the hood. I was taken
into an elevator and we descended quite a ways, to somewhere well below the hospital. I
was then pushed down another hallway about 50 feet. Then Brandon opened a door and I
could smell Latex! I was strapped inescapably in latex, to a stretcher, about to go into a
room hidden away in the bowels of a hospital, that has the unmistakable smell of latex
too.
I must have been squirming a lot to check out my surroundings, because they told
me to take it easy, and that they had me. It echoed inside of my head. Yes they had me. I
couldn't move if I had 5 times my own strength! I felt them undoing some straps, but
nothing was getting any more loose. They were unstraping the pad from the stretcher! I
was lifted up and carried into this cube shaped room with nothing but latex everywhere!
The walls, ceiling, floor, the door, everything was padded latex! I was carried to the
middle of this room and laid on the floor, the pad and me, sinking slightly into the padded
latex floor. I was slightly surprised that I wasn't strapped down to the floor, but then, I
couldn't move anywhere anyway. With my love of it all, all I could think for my 24 hour
stay was that this is "Heaven".
"Jay." Chad said, "It is now obvious to us that it is in your best interest to have us
extend your confinement here. You've left us no choice. Simply said, the signs that you
have just shown us since we've brought you here indicate that you can now consider this
your permanent place of residency, with no possibility of release. You have signed legal
documents that put you under our care and we will see that you receive said care. Right
now, and quite frankly, I'm sure we always will, consider you as a threat not only to
yourself, but to society. If you at all disagree, we are witnesses, and so is Jim, that you
are very much in need of care. But, not to worry. You can no longer hurt yourself or
anyone else, the straitjacket and straps will see to that. You no longer have any rights
here, as you've signed them all away to us upstairs. Brandon and I will be personally
managing your case. We will be with you every step of the way, and we do mean every
step!"
I could sense them smiling. They both reached down and rubbed my groin area,
and Brandon finished; "Now try to relax and get some sleep. Don't fight your restraints
as it will only make them tighter, become frustrated with them and yourself. Just accept
our custody of you, as you are now ours, both Legally and physically. This is truly the
best thing that could have ever happened to you. YOU CAN TRUST US !!"
And laughing, they slammed and locked the door, the lights went out, and I was
left to ponder my new situation.
The End... or is it?
Story Submitted By: Chryslerman
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