0 comments/ 51861 views/ 4 favorites The Ward Ch. 01 By: Rude69uk Ian had only been on the ward a few days as part of his junior doctor rotation, so he didn't know about the consultant's rule that his office should be deemed to be locked at all times unless otherwise told so, since there was a problem with the lock, which hadn't been fixed. Therefore, when he went to drop off a leaving card (as he left for home) for one of the nurses for his boss to sign he was in for a surprise, although he had already checked to see if his boss was in. Since when he opened the door, he found his boss on his knees, with his mouth around one of the male nurse's cock, giving him a blow-job. He was obviously good at this, because the male nurse was moaning in sheer ecstasy and his cock, or what Ian could see of it, was hard as a proverbial rock. Quickly, Ian left the office with the leaving card still in his hands, lest he be discovered. The next day after much consideration Ian returned to work. After all, perhaps when he thought about it logically, the male nurse was quite camp so him being gay was not much of a surprise and his boss drove a fancy two-seater sports car, but was young enough for his kids to still be at home, hence he didn't have any kids, plus he didn't seem to wear a wedding ring (not that Ian had especially noticed), so it was feasible. His train of thought, however, was interrupted by his boss speaking softly in his ear, "I hear you were in my office last night." At this Ian suddenly turned around to protest, but his boss stopped him. "It doesn't matter, no one told you about my rule, but on the off chance did you happen to see something." He added knowing full well what Ian had seen. Ian could hardly mumble, "Yes," before his boss interrupted him again, "You know if you would like to watch some more, there's probably going to be a repeat showing tonight." His boss added knowing full well that he sounded as corny as the plot for a 50's B-movie, but before Ian could reply his boss had disappeared and after all he did have patients to see. Whilst at work every time Ian saw either his boss or the nurse concerned it made him very flustered, so much so, that he accidentally hurt a few patients whilst he was distracted. After all, he had considered experimenting whilst at university, and had fantasised about being with a man since, but he had a girlfriend at the time, and he didn't want to cheat on her, but now was different. Come 5 o'clock he was still undecided, but as he walked past his boss' office he couldn't help himself and went in. The scene in front of him was slightly different to the one he had glimpsed yesterday, as this time it was his boss that was being serviced by the nurse, who seemed to be as good at giving head as his boss judging by his boss' groans. Ian quietly shut the door and moved so that his foot was blocking it from opening, but so that he couldn't be seen from the corridor either. Safe in the knowledge that no-one in neither the corridor, nor the male nurse could see him and his boss had only recognised his presence with a surreptitious wink; Ian began to focus on the scene before him. As the male nurse, continued to suck gleefully at the cock in front of him, expertly licking the engorged purple head with his tongue and sucking the monster, occasionally showing his skill as he deep-throated the throbbing meat, which was around 9 inches long, until his mouth hit the base and he had a nose full of pubes. "Yeah! That's it Adrian! Suck it! Oh! That's good! That's very good! Thank God! I'm cumming! I'm cumming" The consultant moaned in the enthrals of ecstasy and cum he did as his cock spasmed, then erupted like a geyser showering Adrian's face with sticky man-juice, as he had pulled away upon the cries of "I'm cumming." Adrian began to sexily lick all the semen from his face with his tongue (or that he could reach anyway), when in mid-lick he noticed Ian's presence for the first time. Upon feeling his gaze, Ian noticed that his hand had slipped, unconsciously, to his crotch to adjust his ever increasing hard-on inside his pants. "Eh! What's he doing here, Pete?" Adrian asked in his effeminate voice. "It's alright Adrian, I invited him, when I found out he had seen us yesterday." At that moment Ian was about to complain, but he was silenced by his boss continuing. "He seems to have enjoyed the show so far, judging by the bulge in his pants." Pete added with his pants still around his ankles but with his sticky cock now much more flaccid. "What do you want to happen next, Ian?" He asked. "Um, I'm not really sure, maybe I could have a blow-job. I'm really just open to experimentation at the moment." Ian responded with a distinctive uneasy tone in his voice, as if he wasn't really speaking. That, however, was all the encouragement Pete needed. No sooner had Ian finished speaking and Pete had pulled his pants up, Ian found his trousers around his ankles and Pete kissing his erect cock through his designer boxers. Pete eased the 8 incher out of the boxers and began to slowly stroke it up and down. Adrian took this as his cue to stand by the door in the same position as Ian had done earlier. Pete was now concentrating on the cock's head, stroking, twisting and lightly pinching at Ian's foreskin. "Yes! That's it, suck me please!" Ian moaned as out of the corner of his eye he could see Adrian fiddling with his growing dick inside his trousers. Pete following Ian's instructions started to kiss and lick up and down the shaft, focusing on the end. He started kissing and licking Ian's balls and when he took one in his mouth it earned him a moan (plus a mouth full of pubes) from Ian. Unabated, Pete continued, taking the head in his mouth and giving it a little suck, causing Ian to moan even louder. Pete carried on sucking the cock taking ever more into his mouth on each downward movement and never letting his mouth become disconnected with the prize in front of him. "Tell me when you're about to come" Pete told Ian as his mouth slipped from the cock for the first time in about five minutes. Ian could only mumble an inaudible reply as his face was contorted in sheer pleasure. Pete couldn't care less and resumed the task at hand as he continued to work his way down Ian's cock with his mouth. As he started to gag when the cock hit the back of his throat, Pete let his throat muscles relax and the cock gradually eased further down. The tight squeeze of Pete's throat muscles, however, was enough to send Ian over the edge as his cock was eased into the vice like grip of Pete's throat. "I'm cumming!" Ian cried as his cock started the initial spasm. Unlike Adrian, Pete didn't fully pull away instead Ian's cum hit the back of his throat like a thunderbolt, Pete carried on regardless, sucking and sucking until Ian's cock was fully drained. Then he pulled away and allowed Ian to see his own semen glisten like a flickering light inside another man's mouth for the first time and he turned to show Adrian the full effects as well, all the time his mouth was wide open. Dramatically Pete shut his mouth and gave an exaggerated swallow, complete with gulp, and then reopened his mouth to show that all the semen, and it had been a mouthful, had been swallowed. "Thanks," Ian said and that was about all he could muster, until he regained his breath and his composure, but it said enough. "So, Ian," Adrian added as he saw Ian gradually regain his composure, "What would you like to do now?" By this time Ian's mind seemed to think, "Fuck it! You've done this much, just go for it!" So he responded, in a tone much more in keeping with his usual one, "Why don't you take your pants off, and I'll show you." Quick as a flash, Adrian had removed his blue scrub pants and his underwear, whilst Ian had dropped to his knees. For the first time in his life, Ian was staring at another man's enlarged penis, which was inches from his face. Yet, instead of sucking, licking or even wanking it, he paused as if he was unsure of how to proceed. Then from over his left shoulder, he heard Pete who had obviously taken up a similar position by the door as Ian had done initially, "Just imagine your ultimate dream blow-job and reciprocate." Pete advised. Ian started to do just that as he slowly began to stroke up and down the shaft with alternating spiral and vertical motions. Occasionally, he would concentrate his stroking on the bell-end giving it a squeeze here, a pinch there and, as he started feeling more sure of his abilities and his sexuality, a lick there. Sensing Ian's uneasiness, Adrian moaned encouragingly, "Umm! That's nice! Keep doing what you're doing!" What Ian was doing seemed to have a positive effect, since Adrian's cock now seemed fully erect, and was roughly the same size and thickness as Ian's cock, (8 inches and approximately 1 inch in diameter), but unlike his own, Adrian's cock seemed to have a slight curvature to it. Ian took one of Adrian's balls in his mouth and like Pete before him earned a moan and a mouthful of pubes, but then Ian's tongue somehow snaked out and gave the base of Adrian's cock a lick. He removed his mouth from Adrian's balls and carried on slowly, licking up his engorged shaft, when he reached the bell, (Adrian was circumcised), his tongue hovered before he started to flick it from side to side so that the tip lightly brushed against the end every time. "Yes! Yes! Yes! That's it! That's the spot! Right there! Suck me!" Adrian panted. Ian did as he was told and slowly began to take the head inside his moist mouth, sliding his face down until he started to gag, as around half of Adrian's penis was inside his mouth. Ian tried to relax his throat so he could deep throat the cock, but he couldn't quite manage it. So instead he started bobbing up and down on Adrian's shaft, whilst smoothly stroking the base, so that as his mouth slid up and down his hand followed it. On one of his downward bobs, Ian lifted Adrian's balls with his left hand so as he started to gag, he could flick his long tongue out and gently lick the top of his balls. "Yum! That's nice! That's good! Oh my God! Carry on! Carry on!" Adrian moaned. Ian continued with his sucking, licking and stroking, working his way up and down Adrian's dick with alternating fast and slow rhythms. As he came up for what seemed like the hundredth time, licking and smoothly stroking as he went, it appeared to send Adrian over the edge and he yelled "I'm cumming!" Ian unsure what he was 'supposed' to do now, kept gently masturbating Adrian's penis, with a slightly spiral motion, and this was sufficient for Adrian to start shooting his plentiful load, most of which stayed in Ian's firm hand or spread on his shirt. Ian decided then that he wanted to taste another man's sticky love juice for the first time, so as Adrian's dick shot his last load leaving run-off on his cock, Ian went down and cleaned Adrian up with his tongue. "It tastes like salty egg white." He stated, with a facial grimace that said that he hadn't particularly enjoyed his first sample of another man's semen. By this time Pete had moved towards Ian and Adrian and had grabbed Ian's sticky hand and had begun to clean it with his tongue, before moving on to Ian's shirt, to clean up the more solid areas there, the smile on Pete's face told Ian that Pete enjoyed the taste of semen much more than he did. "So Ian, did you enjoy that?" A now recovered Adrian asked. "Yeah actually, it was quite nice. It seems you enjoyed it." He joked. "Well if that was your first blow-job, then you, my friend are a natural. I've had experienced boyfriends who couldn't give head half as well as you." Adrian complimented. "So, what are we going to do now?" Ian asked "What time is it?" Pete replied. "Shit!" Adrian said as he looked at his watch. "It's twenty to seven. Sorry, but I've got to be off." "Fuck! Is it? Cos I'd better be off too. Shall we continue this tomorrow?" Pete asked. "Tomorrow's Saturday." Ian replied, as if this was an after-work thing. "Even better, we can have all day." Pete replied, thinking that all weekend wouldn't be out of the question. "Shall we meet at my house at say eleven." "Why not make it ten." Adrian replied eagerly. "Fine by me." Ian replied. "OK, ten at my house. Do you know where it is, Ian?" Pete asked knowing full well that Adrian had been to his place on numerous occasions, for varying purposes. "Erm, no, sorry I don't." Ian responded. At this Pete gave Ian directions, whilst Adrian left, before Pete and Ian left as well. That night, after dinner in his small terraced house, just around the corner from the hospital, Ian's thoughts turned to sex. As he wanked himself off, with a basic pumping action, his thoughts turned to ass-fucking another man, being ass fucked and finally deep throating another man's erect penis. Something which he had practised for during his dinner on two bananas and after several unsuccessful attempts, he finally succeeded in swallowing the entire length of the banana, which was around six inches, but he thought that perhaps the two beers he had drunk by then, might have helped. As he drifted off to sleep his thoughts turned to tomorrow and he and his mates were going to do. The Ward Ch. 01 The ward is a strange place. It is on the top floor of a relatively new mental facility. When it originally opened, it wasn't making enough money to maintain the care of the people who were sent to them. The head of psychiatry decided to create a special, very expensive, elite unit which was primarily advertised as a rehab/break away unit for the rich and famous, where they could recover from the stress of daily life, and as far as the board of directors was concerned that was its sole purpose. However upon its creation, the head of psychiatry, a Professor James MacPherson, also realised the potential for another, more secretive, and much more lucrative line of income. He knew, being of the rather more kinky persuasion himself, that there were rich men and women who would pay large sums of money to have their significant others "trained" to be more obedient, and available to them. As such, when employing the staff who would work only in the unit, he was very careful about the selection process. He wanted people who were sadistic in nature, and who would keep their mouths shut about what happened during their working day, and their clients. The latter was easy to screen for given the nature of "The Ward" but the former was a whole lot tougher, though he knew he didn't really need those trained for psychiatric care, which helped a little. ~*~ Several months later, "The Ward" had had several of the very rich and famous through its doors, as well as a number of the more discreet clientèle. It had learned many lessons on how to keep the latter quiet, and those methods were becoming more and more advanced as time wore on, which lead to more and more of the rich and not so famous sending their wives, husbands and significant others to be put through the regime, some taking only a week, others many months. A few who had entered at the start had still not finished their training. It was the very same week that Professor MacPherson received two almost identical emails of enquiry. Both were enquiring about his "training" course, how much it cost, what was involved, what the requirements were for entry. All the prudent details any sensible business person would be looking for, the only difference was that one was for a male and the other a female. Of course he would need full histories of both before accepting, but the idea of running a complete parallel into the differences in male and female training intrigued him and as such he speedily replied to both as follows: To Whom it May Concern The training course minimum cost is £10,000, which is for one month and is non refundable. The cost after that is £8,000 per month the individual requires to complete to a standard you are happy with. The training involves many things, and can be adjusted to individual taste, but can include orgasm control, pain and punishment, chastity, anal play and many many more things. As to entry, I need a full comprehensive history of both physical and psychological health and well being. This does not mean that if there are issues I will not accept them, but if I do not know then I would be putting both myself and the individual at risk. I hope to hear from you regarding this soon Yours faithfully Professor MacPherson The professor was not sure whether he would hear back or not, but he hoped so, as under a pseudonym he was already doing a comparative case study on the benefits and differences in behavioural modification based on gender. He had always been curious but never had the opportunity to carry out such work, given his primary job was working with people with mental problems from psychosis to complete retardation. ~*~ Name: May X Age: 28 Spouses Job: Managing Director of a Multinational Conglomerate Physical Health: Completely healthy, no underlying conditions. Mental Health: Relatively healthy, a little depression in the past, very meek, and a shy. Name: Lee X Age: 32 Spouses Job: Partner in a Legal Firm Physical Health: Very fit, no underlying conditions. Mental Health: No history of anything. Familial history of depression. Outgoing but sexually repressed. ~*~ Professor MacPherson had received the profile information for both the applicants the week before, and was excited about the upcoming training, having taken a sabbatical from his normal clinical work to focus solely on this piece of work. It would be a very interesting time indeed. He had chosen only a handful of people to work this pair with him, including a female psychologist with a sense of superiority and dominance, as well as several other hands, including both men and women in equal measure. Both were to be trained to serve their spouses, but also be open to anything, including moves from the same gender as themselves, if they are ordered to. The only difference in the training it seemed would be their gender. This was the sort of thing that came around only once in a lifetime, especially since the comparison could be done in real time. ~*~ "Help," screamed May, banging on the door of the room she had just awoken to find herself in. "Let me out," she wailed as she looked around the room. She could have sworn that she was just having breakfast with her husband, but she was here in this room, with its barred window, single bed, and not a lot else. The door opened, making her jump, and there stood a very large male orderly. He looked her up and down a smile on his lips, making her more than aware that she was wearing only a very light hospital gown, not the clothes she remembered getting dressed in. How long had she been here she wondered, along with how she got here since she couldn't actually remember it, nor knew where "here" was. "Can I help you, Ma'am?" the orderly asked. "What am I doing here?" May replied, her look querulous as she backed up to the bed, sitting on it and pulling her knees to her chest, feeling very much alone, and very nervous. Where was Gerry? Why was she here? "You're here because you and your husband decided you needed to be Ma'am," the orderly smiled, "You'll have a meeting with the Professor soon, and he'll explain it all. For now get some rest." The orderly closed and locked the door once more, and then pulled down a flap which revealed to her a viewing window, which she had not noticed before. This made her feel even more exposed. ~*~ "Hello?" Lee said through the door, he'd heard some woman shouting earlier and thought that she sounded distressed. "Is anyone around? I need the toilet!" The viewing flap opened at his chest and a voice said, "You need to move away from the door, Sir, so I can open it." "I don't want to, I want out of here now!" Lee replied calmly. "I don't want to be here, I want the toilet and I want to leave!" "You cannot leave, Sir. You are here because you and your wife decided you should be." The voice answered mildly. Lee stepped back and saw a man staring through the door at him and it was then he realised he'd been standing in just a thin pair of pj bottoms that hid nothing whatsoever. He blushed deeply, turning his back on the door and marching to his bed whereupon he pulled the duvet round himself. "I want to see whoevers in charge here," he demanded petulantly, "I want to see them now!" "The Professor will see you when he's ready, so you'll just have to be patient, and behave yourself for now," the attendant smiled, "or you will regret your actions. I don't think you'd like to consequences." Lee simply huffed in response and lay on his bed, contemplating what he could do to move time along so that he could see the idiot who was keeping him here. Jenny would make them sorry for their abduction, he was sure of it, he just had to tell her what was happening. ~*~ "Linda, what appointments do I have this afternoon?" James MacPherson asked his secretary. He knew very well that he only had to see May and Lee but he had to put up a wall of indifference, too much interest in such cases of apparent "rest" would arouse her suspicions, and that was the last thing he needed. "You just have Lee and May, from 'The Ward'. I assume you will be seeing them in their rooms? Or at least in the therapy upstairs?" "Yes, I think its best, don't you?" He replied, smiling to himself, and sorting things on his desk, lifting both files, which included a DVD, pictures, and all the information their spouses had provided on them, including what training they were to receive. He put them into his briefcase and snapped it closed. "Can you arrange for a DVD and TV in the therapy room upstairs?" "No problem Professor," Linda smiled, nodding as she left to return to her own desk. The professor had been a bit preoccupied the last while, but he seemed to be back to himself. She didn't think any more about it, which was just as well for her. ~*~ Lee was asleep on his bunk when there was a knock on the door, followed by it opening. "Get up now Sir, its time for you to see the Professor." Lee raised his head off the pillow, "Tell him to come here, I want to meet here, and then I want to leave," he replied, "And I also want my clothes and my lawyer." "Just come with me Sir, and you'll see the Professor. Then this mess will be sorted out, and we can all get along," the attendant said amiably. Lee jumped to his feet, "No! Do as I say, give me what I've reasonably asked for, and then I will see your 'Professor'. Do you understand?" "Are you causing a problem Sir?" "Pardon?" "Are you not willing to do as I ask?" the attendant asked, keeping his tone reasonable, but also drawing the attention of 3 or 4 other members of staff who were preparing for a 'hostile' situation. "No," Lee responded a little nervously. "I just want my clothes and my lawyer, before I go to meet him, that's all." "Will you come with me now?" "No I want my clothes." Lee had backed up to the far corner of the room, watching the man at the door trying not to blink. He knew something was about to happen and he had a feeling it wouldn't be good. He knew that it was just more evidence to take to court but it didn't make him happy. "If you do not comply Sir, then you are causing us a problem, and if that is the case then the situation must be contained, and you protected from yourself," the attendant said as if reading from a card as him and three others stepped into the room, a straight jacket in hand. "No!" Lee screamed, "Leave me alone! I'll do as you say! Please!" He was grabbed and the trousers he was wearing were removed and his arms forced into the jacket before it was done up tightly, straps holding it tight at the back, his arms wrapped around his body, hugging himself tightly. Furthermore to his humiliation straps went from his stomach between his legs, around his penis and up over his ass. They dumped him on the bed helpless on his back, walking out and closing the door. The viewing flap came down, and he was aware he was completely on show, blushing deeply he heard the attendant say, "I will tell the Professor of your behaviour and he may see you later, for now I'd just chill out if I were you." The attendant laughed as he walked away. ~*~ "Miss May, the Professor wants to see you now," the attendant said through the viewing pane, as he noticed that she was sitting on the floor, against the wall in the far corner, wrapped in her duvet. It made him think of a vulnerable young girl for a split second before he shook his head opening the door. May looked up as the door opened, not really interested in what the man was saying. She pulled the duvet tighter round herself to cover up her feeling of being exposed. "Miss May," the attendant repeated, "The professor wants to see you now." She just looked at him for a few more seconds then said, "I can't go like this, its not enough clothes, I am not happy with this. If you give me some bottoms and a robe to go with this please I will do as you ask." The attendant raised his eyebrows wondering whether to put this one in a situation similar to the male, but decided that she was just asking for a little dignity, and at least for the moment he didn't see any reason to deny it. He shouted out the door, "Can you bring me a top, bottoms and a robe to room 3." While they waited for the items to be delivered he stepped back into the door way, and when they were brought he laid them on the bed and said, "Get changed, and when your ready knock on the door. I wont look I promise." With that he turned and left the room, shutting the viewing panel and door, standing in front of it so no one else could look either. Quietly to himself he wondered why she was here. She was so quiet, and biddable, and wasn't much of a problem, she did as she was told. The knock came moments later startling him from his revie, it wasn't his judgement, but he thought to himself, if that were my wife, she wouldn't be in a place like this, being put through what she was going to go through. It just wasn't fair, but it wasn't his job to judge what was fair after all. He opened the door and found her standing meekly in the middle of the room, the clothes she was wearing about 2 sizes too big, but they didn't make pjs for women here, so she'd have to live with it. "Come now Miss, we are now running a little late and the Professor doesn't like to be kept waiting." "Sorry, I didn't mean to cause trouble," she replied meekly. They made a quick route down the ward towards the therapy room. They did hear a man shouting and screaming that they were bastards and should let him go, but no one seemed to pay any attention so May decided to follow suit, a little scared of the craziness that seemed to be behind door 5. "Just ignore that man, Miss May, he is a little distressed, and having some time out. He doesn't understand that being here is in his best interest, and wont listen when we tell him." May just looked with at the attendant with big eyes, not sure what to say but feeling very nervous in the pit of her stomach, even though this man had been very nice to her. ~*~ The Professor sat in his chair with his back to the windows of the therapy room. It was the one room in the entire ward that did not have bars on the windows, but then it was to the back of the institute and 5 floors up, so not much danger of anyone getting in or out. It made for a lovely atmosphere for the little starlets when they were here, and also all the more impressive for the subbies to be. The door opened and with Jo was the lovely May. She was as beautiful as her picture, and just as timid as her husband had described, as she cowered in the shadow of Jo, trying to make herself unnoticed. She wasn't normally what he'd accept at the institute, but then he also didn't much like her husband when he'd spoken to him, and as such was happy to get this girl away from him and give her a rest. "May, would you please have a seat?" He motioned to the chair opposite his desk. She moved slowly and sat down, and immediately he noticed she was wearing the male inmate dress, and raised an eyebrow at Jo, who simply shrugged and walked out, shutting the door behind him. "How are you today May?" "Why am I here Professor?" "I asked you a question May, and I would like an answer." He tried to make his tone stern, but his heart wasn't really in it, he thought she was adorable, and just wanted to protect her, like she should be. She looked down at her lap, pulling on the little cords nervously, "I am fine, I guess, I just don't want to be here. Why am I here? Where is Gerry?" "Do you love Gerry?" the Professor replied, ignoring her questions. At this May looked up at him, her eyes burning with a fire, "You said I had to answer your questions, but you get to ignore mine Professor? That doesn't seem fair. However to answer you Gerry cares for me, he looks after me, and I care for him." The Professor looked shocked at the slight fire in her eyes, though her point was a valid one. Normally he would crush this sort of behaviour and maybe he would, in time, but not yet. "You are here, because you and Gerry decided you needed some time away. You signed yourself in, and Gerry I imagine is at home right now, doing whatever it is that he does." She looked at him, not quite believing, "Gerry sent me here?" The Professor saw her façade begin to crack, knowing that she didn't love him, they weren't happy and he was abusive, though he'd bet she blamed herself. Gerry wanted her to be more accepting of the abuse, and the Professor couldn't accept abuse not really. "Yes, I'm afraid he did." He smiled gently as he moved out from behind his desk, "Can I let you into a secret? Do you promise to keep it?" "Yes, I am very good at keeping secrets," she said honestly. "Well he sent you here, so I would make you accept his abuse better, be a 'better' wife, and he's paying a lot of money for the privilege." She looked completely scandalous at the idea, her eyes as wide as saucers before she started to weep, crying hard, so hard that actually that Jo stuck his head round the door to ask if everything was ok, and the Professor simply nodded and motioned for him to close the door. "I want to train you to be a good wife and sub. Do you know what a sub is?" "Yes a submissive, I have always wanted to do stuff like that but ... it didn't end well, just look at Gerry!" she whispered. The Professor smiled and said, "You can stay here for as long as you want, and you can have half of the money your husband is paying when you leave, if you want to leave him, and I suggest you do." She smiled, making her whole face light up, "Thank you Sir, thank you very much." She got on her knees at his feet and looked up at him with complete awe. "You have done the nicest thing anyone ever has." She lent down and kissed his shoes and remained low her posture completely submissive. "Jo, can you take Miss May back to her room," he said. In his heart he knew his paper was done for, but he may yet get a beautiful girl out of it, and at the very least he'd done his best as a doctor. What he waited to see was what the male brought when he finally got to see the little upstart. The Ward Ch. 02 Lee lay on his bed, his body still held tight by the straight jacket. He was still very angry about the whole situation but he wasn't exactly sure what he could do about it. Over the last hour or so though, he'd realised that his current tact was not getting the results he hoped and he supposed he'd have to try another method to get free of this place, before he could reign fire on their heads for his treatment. He tried his best to sit up, finally managing to do so by edging up the wall after turning himself round, letting his legs hang off the bed. He was panting from the exertion of it, his face bright red. The viewing window opened and a face appeared in it, with an almost surprised expression, which bordered concern for the colour of Lees face. The door opened and three men came in, all dressed in attendants uniforms. "Now, Sir, are you willing to do as we ask you?" The attendant from earlier asked. Lee just stared at him, his face redder still as he sat there, naked as the day he was born and helpless at the hands of these people. "I asked you a question Sir," the attendant prompted quietly. "If I do will you let me out of this thing?" Lee replied quietly, "Will I get those trousers back?" At this point he was willing to do anything to cover himself up. He knew he had to play by their rules until he got to a phone. "Yes Sir, then you will see the Professor," the attendant said, his voice and face still neutral on the subject. The other two stepped back, but remained close at hand should the patient decide he wasn't going to be a good boy just yet. Lee nodded and said, " Please take it off, I promise I'll be good." The attendant stepped forward grabbing a hold of the front of the jacket, pulling Lee to his feet, though he was a little unsteady. Once he had found his feet, the attendant began to undo the fastenings which held the jacket in place. Once his arms were released Lee could feel his muscles groan in relief. He quickly put on the bottoms he was offered, more than pleased that his private area was private once more. ~*~ The Professor sat for a good while after May had left. The sun had started to go down as he thought about her. He had told the attendants that if the male was willing to be good before 6 o'clock he would see him, but after that he'd leave. His mind was wondering, his thoughts on the beautiful lady down the corridor, with flawless skin and a submissive nature, he knew he could do so much with her if she'd allow him to. He wanted her, though just as his thoughts began to wonder in that direction there was a sharp knock at the door. He stirred himself, checking that his thoughts didn't reveal themselves on his body and straightened his tie. "Come in!" He said. Jo stuck his head around the door, "I have Lee with me Professor, he has decided to co-operate with us now, rather than fighting us." The Professor smiled, this should be fun, he thought, this one has already been shouting for a lawyer and his wife, what he's about to find out should come as a huge surprise. He knew that he would have to use a different approach than he had with May, that it would have to be far more elaborate to allow the treatment to happen. "Let him in Jo." He said, "but just in case, could you stay please?" "Of course Professor." Jo replied, his head disappearing for a moment. He then opened the door fully and entered with Lee in toe, looking considerably cowed. The Professor took in Lee, who was it had to be said physically impressive. He looked good, tanned, muscled, with handsome features. The Professor now understood what the lady had seen in her man. He was attractive, but his swagger had ruined it a little. His air of complete command and control, even when cowed ruined his good looks and his attractiveness. Lee quickly took a seat opposite the Professor and as far away from Jo as he could get. There was obviously a level of distaste at the very least between these two, but then that wasn't surprising when one reviewed the earlier video feed from room 5. "So Lee," the Professor said in his most condescending tone, "I hear you have been causing problems for my staff." A petulant look appeared to mar his features, "I didn't cause 'problems' for your staff," he said, using air quotes around the word problems. "They assaulted me, and detained me when I'm not meant to even be here!" His voice rising with his indignation. "Really?" The Professor said mildly. "Yes!" He replied angrily, "When my wife hears of this, this place wont exist!" He said with conviction, heat rising to his face with his rising voice. "Calm down please Lee, there is no need to shout." The Professor said evenly, keeping his demeanour calm against the rising tide of anger coming off the young man before him. Lee simply huffed at that, "I want my phone call," was all he said in reply. The Professor shook his head sadly, "What phone call Lee? You signed yourself in here. Your wife and yourself decided you needed to have a break, that it would do you good. I have the forms here, don't you remember?" Lee looked mystified, "Can I see those?" The Professor proffered the forms, "These are photocopies, the originals are on file down in my office. Don't want you doing anything silly now do we?" Lee took them and looked, almost aghast when he realised that he had committed himself to their care, and his wife, his lawyer, had allowed him to do this, had gone as far as to co-sign. He didn't have a leg to stand on, why would she do this to him? He was totally confused and it showed on his face. He didn't know what to do now. The Professor watched the emotions fleet across his face. He knew Lee was struggling with the whole thing, couldn't believe it at all but that was good, at least for the moment. "So Lee, are you ready to accept the situation now?" Lee physically shook himself, almost bringing himself back to the present, "I suppose so," he said glumly. "Do I have a choice?" The Professor shrugged, "It's up to you, you can work with us or against us, but ultimately when you leave is up to me." Lee seemed to shrink in on himself but also he seemed to have made a mental decision to do as he was told. It looked like a hard decision. "So Lee, tell me about yourself please." The Professor sat back, a pad in hand, waiting to hear about his past, to help shape his future. ~*~ May sat in her room after her meeting with the Professor. He was such a nice man, she thought, very nice indeed, so different from her husband. This was the first thought, followed by the head spin that was this situation. She was so angry, though no one would guess it, how dare he do this to her. She took everything he gave her, without any complaint. She did as she was told and still it wasn't good enough, was she supposed to let him kill her? She sat wondering what she should do. Finally she got up and knocked against her door, trying not to cause an issue, but needing some attention. The view panel opened quickly, and a woman she didn't recognise stood on the other side. "Can I help you May?" she asked cheerfully. "If it wouldn't be a problem could I go to the bathroom? Also can I have something to do please?" May asked all this her eyes cast down, twisting her fingers around each other. The attendant smiled to herself, she definitely shared the opinion of most of the staff, this was a true subbie, and didn't need much training at all. Why anyone needed this beauty changed. "Of course we can May," she said, opening the door and stepping back. "Follow me and we'll get you sorted." "Thank you," May replied, "I don't want to cause you any trouble." The female attendant took her hand and led her down the corridor, giving it a tentative squeeze, which made May smile nervously returning the gesture. ~*~ Back in his room Lees head was in a spin. They'd given him a toilet trip, a chance to wash and some food before returning him to his room. He didn't know which way was up, but he did know he missed his wife, in more than one way. They had a heady sex life, at least once a day, if not more and just thinking about her was having an affect on him. He started to feel the tightening of the trousers as he grew, feeling horny, humiliated and also afraid that someone would see what had happened to him. He climbed onto his bed and hid under the duvet, touching himself and cursing his wife, and his own mind. What he wasn't aware of was that everyone knew what was happening with the constant stream from the cameras positioned around the room that missed nothing. Lee was seriously conflicted, embarrassed by his arousal, yet feeling the urgent need for an orgasm. Should he ignore it and hope it go away or get it over with quickly and hope no one saw. It wasn't his fault, he reasoned, he was a man and he had needs. He started to stroke himself, hoping the duvet would hide him from prying eyes if anyone should look and hoping no one would. He was getting really close and just about there when the door opened and the man called Jo appeared. It took several seconds for Lee to register his presence and also try to hide himself and what he had been doing. His cheeks burned with the knowledge. "What do you want?" Lee asked rudely. Jo raised an eyebrow, knowing full well what little Lee had been up to and taking pride in ruining it for him, "I have to check on you regularly," he replied, his tone cheerful, "The Professor is worried about you." "Oh," Lee said, his face falling, regular check ins meant that what he'd been up to wouldn't happen, and just at the thought of this man finding hi in such a position made his cock deflate somewhat. "I wont do anything, I am just going to get some rest anyway. It's been a long day," he said hopefully. "You do that then Sir, but I'll have to check on you every hour all the same," Jo said, a slight smirk on his face. The expression made Lees mood sink. It was almost like he knew how much that ruined Lees plans. "Ok, I'm sorry for the trouble I caused earlier, I must have been really stressed, especially since I didn't remember coming here," Lee said hoping that his words sounded sincere to Jo, rather than the hollow way they sounded inside his head. "It's ok Sir." Jo said, "Sleep well, tomorrow is another day." Jo left without another word, he had told the staff watching the camera that any sign of Lee fiddling with himself, they were to buzz him so he could ruin it for him by interupting him with some excuse or other. It was his job after all, and one of the bits he loved most. ~*~ May sat on her bed. She'd been given some things to occupy her by the nice lady, whom she now knew as Lilly, including some good books and some writing things. She had also been given a little personal buzzer for her room, so that if she needed anything, it would either be Lilly or Jo that would come to her, at least for now. She sat with a book on the bedside table, as well as a half a page worth of writing about how this whole thing was making her feel. She had never had the opportunity to have such things, everything she owned had to be justified to her husband, who would decide whether or not she could have the things, even down to personal items. It made her blood boil however without a job, she had no way to change the situation, and her husband wouldn't let his wife have one. She seethed about it, and decided to fill in another page on how he made her feel. Finally after a couple of hours she decided to write Lilly a letter of thanks for giving her these tools, and the books too, though the writing book was the most important. The letter was as follows: Dear Lilly Thank you for all you have done for me, I hope we can talk a bit more soon and I can get more notebooks cause I don't think this will last so long. `May She was starting to like Lilly quite a bit mostly because she didn't have many friends, and the woman had been nice to her, more than was really required. She'd never been allowed to have her own friends, even those were chosen for her. She wrung her personal buzzer and waited patiently for it to be answered. The door opened, and as she'd half expected, Jo answered it. "Can I help you May?" He smiled, "Is there something you need?" "No thank Jo, I would just like you to pass this on to Lilly for me," she smiled a little timidly holding out the small note she'd written. Jo looked down at it for a moment before taking it from her hand, it was unorthodox to accept such things from patients, but he knew that she was special. The Professor had said as much. Exceptions could be made. ~*~