Runaways

By JensenDenmark

Table of Contents

1. Holiday

Amber met me at the park. We had left our High School separately so we could not be sighted. I rode my skateboard at the path toward the park. It was a shame that we had to keep it so secretly.

Amber waited for me. She was 15 like me.

�Darling. I was afraid that your mother had picked you up.�

�No. I told her that I had to study extra for a project.�

I kissed her.

�Lets go down to the creek, so we can have some undisturbed time.�

The creek or rather the wood at it was our hideout. When we were there the world seem insignificant. We were us and nothing else mattered.

Once arrived, we started to kiss and before long we were also naked. We rolled around in the high grass and kissed.

�I want you.�

My member was stiff. We had been together for two months but had never gone all the way. I placed my self on the top of her and entered her slowly. She smelled nice and we kissed. Not so long after I came inside her.

When I pulled out, my member was spattered with blood. First I was scared but Amber assured me that it was OK. �You were my first.� We kissed once more.

�WHAT ARE YOU DOING?�

We both jumped to our feet. It was our moms.

�Get dressed at once. You both have something to explain.�

Later the evening we ate dinner at our place.

My mother broke the silence. �I have discussed the matter with Amber�s mother. We cannot keep you locked up and away from each other, so we have decided that we all learn to know each other. We have spoken with the school and tomorrow we are going on a small trip to the see where we have rented a cabin. So pack your bags, once you are finished eating. We are going first thing in the morning.�

First I was stunned. Was it my mother, who was speaking? I embraced Amber and we kissed. �Thank you mother!!� Amber kissed her mom.

The next day we left our hometown Flint and turned south on Highway 75. Our mothers sat in the front seat and we in the back. They did not talk very much. Hopefully we would soften up when we arrived.

We studied the brochures and the cabin they had rented. It had spa bath, large porch etc. It would be a holiday to remember.

It took a while to get through Lexington. We ate lunch at a gas station before we arrived late night at a small town called Rockford shortly after Knoxville. We turned into a small road and ended up in front of a large white building. It was a hospital. �Ups. We must have chosen the wrong road. Lets go inside and ask for directions.�

We entered the lobby, where a large woman greeted us. �Welcome to Foreland Hamlet. How can I be of service?�

�It is the Petersen and Schmidt family. We are expected.�

�Follow me. I am nurse Peitsche.�

We were looking at each other. Something was wrong here. Why were we expected?

We sat in her office and Mom gave her some papers. Amber�s mother did the same. Then they both signed something before the nurse stood up.

�Amber and Peter. You are coming with me. Your parents will stay here.�

We followed her out the door where 8 other staff-members waited. Once the door was locked into the office, the nurse spoke again.

�Welcome to Foreland Hamlet. This is a hospital for adolescents and you have been committed here for couple therapy by your parents. Before you can get together as a couple, you have to understand yourself, so say goodbye to each other. When you have done this, listen very carefully to the rules of the Protected Admission Unit � our intake department � you are entering now. Raise your hand before asking question. One finger in the air means personal business like relieve your self. Two fingers means treatment issues. Else there is only one rule: No talking outside group therapy.�

�But.�

�Peter. No.�

Amber ran for the door, but at once 4 four them were on the top of her. I tried to rescue her but the rest of the staff grabbed me and carried me away from Amber.

�Stop! This can not be right.�

�Shut up or we will restrain you for sure.�

They stopped in a large bathroom where they dropped me on the floor. �Strip!!�

�No way!�

One of them took a hose.

�Do you want to take a bath with your clothes on?�

I undressed.

�Bend over and spread your legs.�

�But..�

�Do no provoke us. It is late and you should be to bed right now.�

I bend over and felt a hand in a latex glove investigate my rectum.

�You have to receive an enema. Something is in there and we do not like contrabands in PTU.�

Something began to press against my sphincter.

�Stop it hurt.�

�You are a either squeezer or a whiner, but I will give you the benefit of doubt. Hand me some lubrication for the butt plug.�

It slipped inside me. A shock went through my body.

�Never been checked for enlargement of the prostate? Do you care about your health at all?�

It seemed to grow in size. I noticed that it had a kind of pump. Then he connected it to a small tube and I felt some liquid enter my bowels.

�Nothing like a good old coffee enema to remove all feces.�

My stomach began to feel filled out but they just moved closer after having taken rubber aprons and gloves on. It began to hurt and I tried to stand up, but they moved in and held my head down on the floor.

�Stop. I am going to explode.�

They shoveled a gag ball in my mouth.

�Bite down on it. We have to make sure that you are not taking any illegal things into the unit.�

At last the fluid stopped. For a moment I was relieved but they continued to restrain me instead of helping me to the toilet.

�You have to keep it inside you for 15 minutes. Else it does not work properly.�

After a short time, I started to sweat. Then I experienced stomach cramps. I tried to scream but the gag restricted my outcries. When the 15 minutes were up I was reduced to a shivering wreck. They carried me to the toilet and deflated the plug.

When it came out, my bowels were moved. They helped me up and cleaned me with a showerhead.

�You seem exhausted. You need to sleep.�

I was given a hospital gown and then they guided me into a cubicle where there were other beds with patients.

Before I sat down they offered me some pills to calm down on. �Just relax. It is only Truxal. Here are a couple of them. Then you are fast asleep.�

He gave me a cup of water and I took the pills. I had so many questions, but something have me a hint about not trying to discuss anything with these guys yet.

When I was in bed, my head raced with worries about Amber. What had they done to her? Why did our moms do this against us?

Suddenly the world seemed to spin and I blacked out.

2. High school girlfriend

I was born in Boston, but my parent divorced when I was 11. It was not a happy divorce and I have not heard from my father for years. We moved to Flint in Michigan where I attended Amstrong Middle School before graduating and moving to Flint Central High School.

I had been at the school for a year or so, when I first met Amber.

I remember it as yesterday. I was riding my bicycle to school when I had a puncture. I was struggling with the damn wheel, when I heard the nicest voice; I ever have experienced speaking to me.

She offered me to help me. The wheel continued to make trouble and we ended up using a whole hour before we got it right.

First my mom was surprised that I had met a girlfriend. Then she became worrying. �Are you not a little too young to engage in a relationship? Just remember how it went between your father and me.�

But I continued to see Amber. Our moms even met and for a while it went well. Then we forgot the time and came home about 10 p.m. one evening. Our moms had been on the phone with each other and they had agreed that we both had to be grounded for a month and not seeing each other outside school for another.

It was hard and unfair. At school our teachers must have received some notice from our parents because we were informed that we were not allowed go behind the gym and hang out in private.

So we started to see each other after school on our way home. We always took different routes in order to fool our parents. 

It had worked until now.

3. In the net

The first day started with me ending up in their isolation room within 5 minutes after I woke. I got out of bed, but the minute I sat my feet on the floor the staff ordered me to sit down again and wait for my group. I did not understand what the big deal was, so they blew a horn and at once 5-6 staff members came in and took me to the floor before carrying me into an empty cubicle.

I sat there for some hours before I got back to the group and I had to apologize for me being restrained.

Then I got to the toilet and had to pick pills to eat while I was there. Because I was worried about Amber, they felt that I was somehow depressed, so I had to eat anti-depressive meds. The look in their eyes told me that I hadn�t any choice. I took the great white pills called Remeron because they claimed that they had no known side effects. Actually the choice of medication was someway up to me because as they said: �We have pills in all colors�.

I was too confused to actually get what the talked about in the group. After group therapy we went back to our beds and sat in them while we waited for dinner. I looked at my group members. They just looked into the room with empty looks in their eyes.

I decided to lie down and get some sleep.

Immediately a staff member came over to me and gave me a push. �You are not allowed to sleep during the day�.

�Fuck you.�

I knew it was an error the minute I said it. He blew the horn and staff-members came over and seized me. They took me back to the timeout room. I tried to hit them but there was too many of them. Then they produced a strait jacket out of nowhere and before I could pronounce the word �restraint� my arms were in the sleeves. There was a strap going between the leg and they pull it very tight which was very painful. 

�We are going to pull it more if you do not calm down.�

I gave up my resistance. I would not risk them crushing my member.

�Now sit down on the floor and do not move or else we will pull the strap even more.�

I sat down. A staff sat at a desk and watched me.

Hours went by.

Next a nurse came with food. �How do you do? My name is nurse Rohrstock. I am going to feed you.�

�When do I get this thing of?�

�When we decide that it is appropriate with our treatment.�

She feed me. The food was some kind of south mix. It was not something my stomach was used to.

Half an hour later I had to go to the toilet. With a smile the staff member guided me into the bathroom where I received the same kind of enema, I received when I arrived. 

�You are going to have a diaper on for now. Your girl friend gives the staff members quite a match, so we are too busy to escort you to the toilet all time.�

They marched me back to the timeout room, where I was placed on the ground. My arms felt numb and I could not scratch my leg. I was almost too much to bear. After a while they followed me back to my bed � still in the jacket. I was placed sitting with my back against the wall.

It was warm and I started to sweat. When it started to itch on my back, I tried to scratch it by rubbing my body against the wall. It did not go by on unnoticed. �We are not going to let you hurt yourself by banging your head against the wall. Stop it.�

�But I was only trying to scratch my body."

�It is regarding hurting yourself. We will not allow it.�

�But..�

�Now there is no reason to see your stay here as so bad. You are here to get your mental health fixed. We are going to protect you.�

He went over to a drawer and came with a helmet made of rubber foam. Now I was really looking as a patient from cuckoos nest. I started to sob. It was so degrading.

Evening came and nurse Rohrstock fed me once more.

At last it was to sleep. A staff member followed me to the bathroom, where I received yet another enema before being freed from the strait jacket.

Once again the only clothes I had on was the hospital gown. Due to the number of enemas, I got a new diaper. When I came back to my bed I saw that they had fitted my bed with a kind of net. I looked at nurse Rohrstock, who answered the question, which was so obvious that I did not have to say it.

�It is a restraint net. Please lie down on your back quietly or we will force you.�

I had learned my lesson. Once I was in bed, they put both my feet in leather cuffs. Then they asked me to raise my arms, so they could get them through two holes in the blanket. The blanket was strapped down with 5 straps on each side and a strap between my legs. The last thing they did was to fasten both my arms with straps on my upper- and lower-arm.

I could not move.

�Sleep nice and comfy.�

4. Phone conversation

The next two days were the same. I was helped out of the bed. Received an enema. Next I was put into the straitjacket and helmet. Sat I my bed all day only with breaks when there was group therapy and meals where nurse Rohrstock fed me.

There were three kinds of therapy sessions: Community groups, Confrontation groups and Feelings groups.

I was heavily criticized for my behavior. It bothered the other patients that I had caused so many disturbances in the unit.

All I could say was that I was locked up there without any reason, which caused them to blame me for not taking responsibility for my situation.

I could not win, so I denied answering them once they asked me questions.

Slowly the medication began to work. It was like I was in a glass case. I still felt betrayed by my mother but I could not express them. It was confusing. 

Slowly I became a player in the game. I gave them something. I was a liar. I lied about meeting Amber. I was not thinking about the future when I had sex with her without protection.

On the third day I was escorted back to the office of nurse Peitsche, but instead of the nurse a man sat and waited for me.

�Happy to meat you. My name is Hans Torheit. I am your family representative. Now I am going to call your mother and they we are going to have a talk.�

My mother came on the phone and after some greetings between Mr. Torheit and my mother we began to talk.

�For how long am I going to be in this hell-hole?�

�For as long as it take. Your mother and the doctors had agreed that the part of the brain, which should ensure thinking of long-term consequences, lacks some emotional development.�

�I am not brain-damaged!�

�Of course you are not, but you need to address these shortcomings or you will fail very severely in your adult life. Sometime actions have consequences that could last for decades. What if you had made Amber pregnant?�

�I love Amber.�

�But you are in no means ready to become a father. We are talking about a 20 year commitment.�

�Mother. Please let me loose. I am treated badly. They have put me in a strait jacket.�

�I know. I pay extra for your restraints. But you have scared me. You were throwing your life away. I will not release you and risk that you destroy your life.�

I started to sob. I was in prison without every committing a crime and I could not appeal to any court or parole board.

I sort of missed the rest of the talk between my mother and Mr. Torheit.

5. Leaving for funeral

Weeks went by. I got out of the strait jacket a week after I first were put into it.

It took some more weeks to loose the bed restraints by night. 

By one of the phone therapist sessions, I asked how Amber was doing and was told that I should not care for her yet. When I continued to ask to her well being the session was terminated and the staff put me in the strait jacket once more, but only for a day.

Days went by looking the same every day. Only when new patient were committed we could observe how they were restrained like me and how they also got fitted in restraint jackets like the one I had been in.

Then one day they escorted me over to the office. Once inside my mother waited together with Amber�s mother. Soon after Amber arrived in a strait jacket. I was curious.

�Are we going to get pulled?�

Amber�s mother took the word.

�No, you are not. But we are here to inform you that Amber�s father have died in a car accident. Unfortunately his family has requested that you attend the funeral or they will cut back on the deal, Amber and me got when I divorced her father.�

Amber sat down and cried.

�So here are the deal: You are both going to attend the funeral and then return here. The family has got information about Peter in one of the letters Amber has written to her Grandfather without my knowledge, so they want to see you too.�

�However, I still have custody and I have pointed out that I will insist on you doing the entire program regardless what they say. They have accepted if they get letter privileges and get to see you and Peter to the funeral. They did that reluctant, but realized that they can not fight my custody agreement.

My mother took the word. �Now get dressed. We are going to drive when you are ready. We have been informed about your increase in weight so it is new.�

My mother was right. I had put on some weight - 11 pounds to be exact. When I returned to the office, we waited some minutes before Amber appeared. She was surprised �My god. I have put on 8 pound in just 5 weeks.�

Mr. Torheit interrupted. �It is the medication. Just a last thing before you are going. In order to prevent you from running, you are going to have these transport jackets on. Your arms are not going to be restrained like in the normal jacket. It is just 3 straps on your back and another one between your legs. They will of course only be used during transport. At the funeral you will act as nothing.�

6. Amber�s story

Once we left the Rockford, we drove north on Highway 75. After 10 minutes Amber began to cry.

�It was so awful. It was abuse.�

Her mother answered. �Pull yourself together. You are such a drama queen.�

I cut in.

�Amber: tell me the story. I have been there. I can understand. Maybe it helps to tell me.�

Amber told her story. Like me she got restrained a few minutes after she entered her unit. Her story looked so much like mine. It was the same kind of restraints. She was also jacketed and had to endure wearing a diaper for weeks.

But most frightening was her story about her being checked for pregnancy and venereal diseases once a week.

�They guided me over to a gynecologist�s chair and I was strapped down with my private parts exposed. First they put a speculum into my vaginal - next they inserted one in my rectum.�

I could only imaging having two pieces of cold steel putted inside me. Awful!

�I did not know what they were looking for. Somehow I felt that they did it because they wanted me to commit to the program.�

Her mother interrupted. �They were looking for an infection in your urinary tract which had spread to your private parts. Also they were worried about that your unbalanced diet can have caused diarrhea. Then there are your returning problems with gastric hemorrhage. Of course they had to put you through a lot of testing.�

The conversation turned into a mouthing between Amber and her mother. I knew from my time with her that she never said no to a burger. Also I understood their conversation Amber had been on various diets from when she was 9.

When they finally had ended their conversation and remained angry and silent, I asked my mother, if she also was aware that I had been in a strait jacket for several days.

�Of course I do. They have sent me a detailed statement of account every single week, so I could discuss the individual items on the account during our weekly conversation.�

�How could you? Do you not care for me?�

�Do not play the guilt trip on me. I know that this is necessary. In fact you disappoint me, I had expect that you were more in control of your self, so you could realize that it is a good thing I have done for you. What you are doing is a standard approach to avoid taking responsibilities about your self. Your approach is so standard that it is written in the parent manual. I am not going to pull you and I have custody, so you have better start to work the program, once you return to Foreland Hamlet.�

I realized that it was a waste of time to talk to her further and we drove the rest of the way with only a stop at a gas station where we bought burgers at the drive-through and ate them at picnic area near the road. Our moms fed us in the car, as we had no use of our arms. We even managed to get to the toilet with their help. I consider myself lucky that none saw us at the toilet because she had to take of my trousers and wipe my behind after I had finished.

We arrived at the churchyard where the funeral was to take place. We parked at a little distance. Before taking us out of our transport jackets, they warned us a last time.

�Remember it is us, who have custody. We will report you as runaways, if you do not return with us willingly.�

It was nice to have the use of our arms again. We joined the funeral gathering. Amber was dissolved in tear. She had missed her father and now she would never him again. I was at her side during entire funeral service.

When it finally was over, we all went to a house of one of her relatives. Several of her family members wanted to talk to Amber and her mother and they ended up in separate rooms, by my mother remained at my side.

Then a man came to me and presented himself as Mr. Carson � a cousin of her father. He took me to the side and at the same time a woman approached my mother and began a conversation with her.

�Listen Peter. We from Amber�s family have researched Foreland Hamlet and it is an awful place. Like most of the students in such places you are not belonging there, so we have arranged for you to run away and lie low while we fight Amber�s mother in court. Here is an envelope with address of your father; some money and an address where there is some clothes you can change into. Members of the family are now in fact drugging your mothers, so you will have about 6 hours lead, before the police are looking for you. When you see your mothers pass out, then get out of here.�

He handed me an envelope.

I remained close to my mother until she became tired and sat down. Moments later she slept in a sofa. I located Amber and we made sure that her mother also was sleeping and then we left the building.

The address in the envelope showed to be just a couple of blocks away and we were soon dressed in new clothes. There was also a car key with instructions to be out of the state before we should abandon it.

Six hours later we were fugitives.

7. A TV-show

4 months later we found our selves at a small department in a small town called Ryder in North Dakota. It was a nice town with a small lake just east of it where we could enjoy peaceful moments.

What had happened was that we managed to escape but we did not make it to Canada. Our moms woke before it was scheduled and they alarmed the authorities, so the borders were closed. We had to stay put in the states.

When I contacted my father, he told us that we could not meet in person, but he had placed cash at a drop-off, so we had some funds to keep us selves out of sight for some time.

We got some false papers and rented rooms in various cities until we ended up in this small town where we got a job at a local supermarket. High school was out of the question because our papers would be investigated and they were not that good.

Life was not easy, but we managed. Our moms did their best in court and we were looking of at least a year living this way. We did not care. Anything was better than being locked up at Foreland Hamlet.

One evening we were enjoying ourselves in the sofa with the TV on, when Amber suddenly sat up.

�It is my mom!�

First I was confused then I looked at the TV and got a shock.

�Our moms were on TV.�

It was the Dr. Wits show and our moms were guests. At once I took the TV-guide and the show was called �Teen Runaways�.

We sat down and watched the show. The show had been on for a while and they had just escorted some poor girl off to a wilderness program wearing handcuffs, waist-belt and leg-irons. Our moms cried and told how we had skipped important and life-preserving treatment.

The doctor who were known for the sentence �You can not fix, what you do not acknowledge� stated that if he had a minor in the same situation, he would seek to that it would be a manhunt followed by an in-patient stay as fast as possible with no exception.

Our pictures were shown on the screen with phone-numbers so people could report us. Instinctive I knew that our time in Ryder were over. We need to move on within hours.

When the show was almost over, Dr. Wits introduced his detective R. Mortis and told the audience that he would send a follow-up show which could be about our treatment or as he pronounced it �The hunt for Peter and Amber�.

We packed our belongings. We could not use our car because the shop knew the license plate, so we walked down to the railway track and just outside the town where we did hide in some thickets until a freight train passed by which we boarded unnoticed.

We ended up near a place called New town. A truck driver allowed us to join him. We ended up in a godforsaken place called Bonnier�s Ferry, where we tried to find a place to live. Little did we know about this town bad reputation - During an entire generation, teenagers all over the country would have got cold sweat running down their back, if an adult mentioned this name in their presence.

But since 2005 where the chain of private teen prisons collapsed the town has been forgotten by most people.

We did not know anything about the history of this city, so we thought that we were safe. But they told about us and after 2 days the police entered our apartment and cuffed us with Mr. Mortis present.

The police turned us over to a teen transport company, which Mr. Mortis had ordered. The leather muffs they used were a little comfier than handcuffs. We were escorted to the studio where our moms waited for us.

We were expecting to be shown off on TV as a kind of price reward before being shipped back to Foreland Hamlet, but instead Dr. Wits told us that the court had ruled that we were going to live at a host family instead and attend normal High School. The TV-crew will visit us regularly throughout the coming months, so the viewers could follow our advances.

8. Back in Flint

When we arrived to the host family in Flint we sat down at the table of Mrs. Haue, which were running the house where we should stay. She explained about the rules and the decision of the court. If we stayed at the host family for a year, we could live at a college after the period. If we did not, Foreland Hamlet would be our next destination.

There was not very much family about the host family. Mrs. Haue and her sister and some elderly housemaid to help them ran the house. We each had our own room and we were only allowed to be together with another person in the room. There were 5 other students living in similar rooms.

When we had leave for school a lead person � it could be another student with longer stay in the house or one of the housemaids � should escort us. They had our schedule, so a lead person met us at the front door once the school was over.

It was strict, but it was the best our family could manage to help us with in court. Our moms still had custody and after all we were not in Strait Jacket or heavily medicated. Last but not least we could talk and be together in school.

We settled in and a daily life back in our local school started. Of course all were curious to know where we had been and why our mothers had been on the show. They did not believe us when we told them about Foreland Hamlet. As they told us: �We are living in 2007 � not 1907�. The attention about our situation did only last a week. Then they lost interest and we began to live a monotonous life.

Every day we had a lot of chores. To this day I did not know why there were housemaids at all. We were doing all the work. Our grades and homework were studied very carefully.

We had privacy in our rooms, but it was a prison. There were alarms on doors and windows and we were only allowed to wear shoes when we were with either a lead person or a housemaid. The shoes were locked away when we were in the house.

Every Friday we had group sessions where our work at the house and in the school was evaluated. Sometimes a student had an issue and then we all had to state if we felt that there was a problem the student should address. If things were really messed up the student would go to the basement.

The first one we saw going down to the cellar was Ross � a 17-year-old boy. He was sobbing when one of the housemaids took him down.

I gathered my courage and asked, �What are you doing to him?�

�You are about to find out. I am not satisfied with your grades. I have talked with one of your teachers and he is of the opinion that you can do better. I feel that you need motivation, so please follow me.�

When we reached the basement, I saw Ross tied down on a trestle with a tube in his rectum. I knew the drill. It was an enema. I don�t know why but I took my position without protest. Leather straps at wrists and feet as well as over my body and around the neck held me down on the trestle.

Once again I felt a butt enter my rectum and soon after the liquid began to enter my body. After some minutes a staff member asked me to open my mouth wide and as I did a big rubber ball entered my mouth. There were straps on it and she buckled them, which forced me to open my mouth very wide. Soon my jaws began to fell sore.

After 5 minute the bag with the liquid was empty. The staff member stepped in front of me. �Now, the 2 liters has entered you. I will leave you for 15 minutes before we continue.�

She had not been gone for more than a few minutes when my stomach began to cramp. Now I understood why she had gagged me. The pain was far worse compared to the enemas I had received at Foreland Hamlet. I would have screamed out loud. I turned my head and I could see that Ross also was very much in pain.

I must have passed out because suddenly I saw Amber and the staff member in front of me. They were both dressed in rubber apron and had gloves on. I could see tears in Amber�s eyes.

They released me and supported me over to the toilet where I removed my bowels. I was allowed to take a shower before I was guided into the next room.

Once inside I saw cuffs hanging down from the ceiling and similar cuffs on the floor, which I soon was restrained with. The staff member pulled at a chain I my arms were pulled into the air. When they were finished, all my body was stretched out. The staff member took a garment out of the closet. 

�What is that?�

�It is a discipline corset. As I had explained to Amber, You need to walk around with a better posture. You are always looking down at the floor and in general you have a stooped-over posture. This corset will straighten you up and help you walk around as a proud young man.�

�But it is woman wear.�

�No exactly and you need it. I got this report from Foreland Hamlet and they were also concerned with your health. If you do not alter something with your posture, you will experience back problems later in life. Now keep still.�

She pulled the corset around me. At once I could feel the stiffness and coldness of the leather. Once I got it on, I could see that it reached all the way down to my knees. 

Then they both began to pull the laces. It was like being squeezed between two walls. The corset was to stiff. When they pulled, the air was forced out of my lunges. At the same time, I began to feel an odd sensation. The tightness caused my member to stand up. The staff member noticed that and called Amber over. �Look. I will let you into a secret about men, when you are so intent on living with this guy. They are always ready to use their manhood. In fact they cannot help it. They need to be controlled, if you want a good, long and lasting marriage. Now, look carefully so you can do it in the future.�

She took a kind of leather piece and tied it around my scrotum. Amber was curious. �What is it?�

�It is a ball stretcher. Notice that his scrotum is stretched. It will prolong his erection and prevent that he makes a mess while we continue to lace his corset.�

I was too much. �Please, release me. Let me down. I can not take it.�

�Hush-hush. We are doing this for your own good.� Then she pulled the laces and cut my speech off. Amber helped her while she sobbed. Every time the pulled in the laces they forced me to grunt. I had no air for a protest.

I was dizzy when they lowered me to the floor. The staff member was impressed. �17 inch. We can take another inch next weekend. Stay still, we need to secure your male pride, so it does not make problems.� She took a towel with some ice and put it around my member. I got a shock, which almost caused me to pass out. She removed the stretcher and put a leather piece over my shrunk member. �Now it is secure. Peter: See to that you inform us in advance when you have to go to the toilet. You will always be watched by two persons.�

Then she pulled at the shoulder straps. My shoulder was pulled back, which was unpleasant.

Next they asked to but my arms behind my body. I felt slide up over my arms. They called it an arm binder or single sleeve. My breast was forced forward and my body ached due to the discomfort.

�Amber. He is finished. Take him up. In the morning he has due back here for an enema. Peter. The good news is that you are free from most of the chores in this house. The other students will see that you are provided with meals and they will assist you on the toilet. The bad news is that you will be in this corset until Monday morning. Please follow Amber now.�

As we walked up the stairs, which was hard because I could almost not breathe, I asked her what they had said to her.�

To be continued

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