Bethlem Mental Institute Ch. 03

The heavy steel door to James's room opened, waking him up, and a pair of high heels nimbly approached him. He heard something being set down on the countertop near to his bed. Then, the top half of the steel table he was bound to started to tilt upright as he heard a crank of some sorts being turned. James had no idea what was going on, as he had a black cloth tied around his head and covering his eyes completely.

His back was at a strange angle and he was in great discomfort with his arms tied above his head. It was only moments before a dull pain could be felt in his lower back due to his position. James also realised equally uncomfortable dull pains in his shaft and scrotum, as well as a painful burning sensation in his bottom. He remembered the brutal procedure from the previous day, as his doctor stroked his aching penis relentlessly with the fingers of her other hand wedged in his behind.

The mysterious person next to him reached their arms around his head and started to unfasten the leather straps of the large ball gag, which sat inside his mouth. As the gag left his aching jaw which had been wrenched open for more than a day, he sighed in relief.

Next a soft tissue was applied to his mouth and it wiped around it to clean up the leaking saliva that had oozed from his mouth as he slept. He heard the tissue being tossed into the bin next to his bed before a soft fingertip being applied to his mouth.

"Don't speak," said the tender voice of the mysterious person. It wasn't Dr. Edwards as James had thought, but it was a younger girl.

Her soft finger left his mouth and a few moments later he felt something on his tongue. It felt like a drinking straw. Too afraid to do anything, he just let it sit on his tongue.

"Are you trying to be funny?" quizzed the girl, twisting his erect nipple and making him moan. "Drink."

James obeyed her and quickly started to suck on the straw, and for the first time in two days felt refreshing, cold water entering his mouth and running down his throat. He made quick work of the large jug of water the girl was holding. She removed the straw from his mouth and replaced the jug to the countertop. For a few moments, James closed his mouth to relieve his aching jaw. This was cut short by a light tap to his cheek, signalling him to open his mouth. The familiar black silicone sphere of the ball gag entered his mouth once again and the harsh leather strap was fastened behind his head.

Still blindfolded, he heard the clicks of the girl's shoes against the floor become distant and finally heard the door being closed and locked once more. The girl hadn't set the table back to its flat position, forcing him to lie at the uncomfortable angle and worsening the ache in his back. He lay in his dimly lit room for what felt like ages, hoping for someone to enter again.

*****

Doctor Theresa Edwards climbed the stairs to the second floor of the Bethlem Mental Institute, to where her primary patient waited for her. Patient 81139, James Elliott. A young man with poor control over his most intimate parts, being treated for a severe case of Nymphomania.

She gracefully walked up the steps to floor two, the heels of her shoes making loud clicking sounds as she went. Her usual uniform had been switched for a long sleeved white dress shirt tucked into a long black skirt, the hemline of which reached the middle of her shapely calves. Tan stockings with a slight sheen replaced the previous day's white ones and a pair of black slip-on pumps with three inch heels rounded off the outfit.

It wasn't as cold as the day before and the heavy rainfall had cleared up to reveal blue skies. Though, as ever, most of the patients of the Bethlem Mental Institute were none the wiser to the weather outside as they were stuck in their lonely, soundproofed, windowless rooms with no company but themselves.

Reaching the second floor of the hospital, Theresa quickly yet elegantly walked to her office. On her way to the furthest side of the second level, where her office was located, she passed many patients. Most of them were common to see roaming the halls early in the morning, their skins grey and their eyes lifeless. Drained of all their worth and their dignity, forced to stare at the empty white walls of the institute for what was quite possibly the rest of their miserable lives.

Theresa reached her office eventually, unlocking the wooden door and entering. Usually she would only enter her office in the morning to leave her coat, but she hadn't worn one this day. Instead, she came to her office with her primary patient's treatment for the day in mind. She sat down on the leather office chair behind her desk, flattening her skirt below her bottom as she settled. Dr. Edwards didn't want to waste too much time though, so she immediately sprung to work. Using a key on the same keychain the keys to her office were on, she unlocked the very bottom drawer in her desk, the only one with a lock.

Her hand swiftly opened it and withdrew the only content. It was a rectangular black box, which she placed on top of her desk to open it up and check inside before closing it again. She locked the drawer once more before getting up from her chair with the box in hand, exiting her office and locking the door behind her.

The black pumps on her feet traversed through the few miserable patients roaming the second floor, none of them looking at her or anyone else around them. Their eyes were all locked in a stare into nothingness. At first Theresa felt sorry for these patients, but as she worked at the hospital longer they became a norm and she barely noticed them anymore.

James sighed in relief through his ball gag as he heard the door to his room being unlocked and opened again. He must have been sitting at the very painful angle for hours. The door closed and locked, before a pair of high heels approached the table.

"Good morning, Mr. Elliott," greeted Dr. Edwards in her gentle voice. James murmured through his ball gag.

"I have a little surprise for you today," she said, her hands untying the cloth around his eyes. James's eyes fluttered as they were introduced to the light of the room again. He looked around to see his pretty doctor standing next to him. His eyes locked onto the rectangular black box she held in her soft hands, curiously looking at it.

Dr. Edwards placed the box down on the countertop and removed the lid from it. Her hand reached inside to take out the instrument that was in the box. She presented it to her patient, who visually examined it but wasn't able to work out what it was. It had a steel grip like a pistol, but instead of a barrel it spouted a steel nose tipped off with a white plastic bulb. He also noticed the cord running from the instrument, meaning it was electric.

"This is a vibrator, Mr. Elliott" explained the doctor, taking out the cord fully and plugging it into a plug socket by the steel table her patient was tied to. "As you can probably guess by the name, the plastic bulb vibrates. It's marketed as a massager, but most people use it as a masturbatory aid. So it should be something you probably wouldn't mind having."

Theresa switched on the instrument and a low vibrating noise became audible as the plastic bulb started to vibrate. She put the bulb to the boy's cheek and ran it up and down. He thought the sensation of it was quite relaxing as she ran it up and down his face.

"It seems you like it against your face, Mr. Elliott," she noted, still running it around his right cheek. "Wait until it's applied to your naughty parts."

James's penis started to grow at the thought of this instrument being ran up and down the shaft of it. This did make the dull pain still present from his prior treatment prominent again though, but he was distracted by the desirable tickle being created by the tool on his face. It didn't last long though, as Dr. Edwards took it from his face and placed it back on the countertop.

He watched her walk to the cabinet he now knew contained a supply of latex surgical gloves and a tube of medical lubricant. She opened it and reached inside to take out a pair of the white gloves James had come to know too well in his mere two days under her control. The gloves were followed by the equally familiar tube of KY lubricant.

"Before we start, I think a quick check over is in order,"

The gloves snapped onto her hands swiftly, and she stood closer to the table. Her gloved left hand went to his chest and started to rub across the boy's right nipple. It created a tingly feeling in his body as she rubbed across it. He jumped slightly as she pinched his nipple tightly before moving on to the other one. Dr. Edwards repeated the same process as the other nipple, rubbing across it for a few moments before pinching it tightly again. Next, she started flicking his right nipple, lovely surges of pleasure running through his chest. Her eyes stared straight into his as he got slowly turned on by the examination of his chest.

After flicking his left nipple a few times with her gloved hand, she moved her attention to the boy's sexual organs. Her hands palpated around his crotch before taking his left testicle between two of her fingers. She rolled it between her fingers for a while, before tightly pinching it just as she had done to his nipples. The pain produced by the pinch to his testicle was a lot worse than his nipple, and he groaned deeply as it accentuated the tedious pain already present in his scrotum. The doctor smiled at his reaction to the sudden sharp pain from her pinch, as she was now examining his right testicle with the same thorough rolling motion.

"Are your testicles still painful from your last treatment, Mr. Elliott?" quizzed Theresa, still rolling his right testicle between her fingers. She looked at the boy and he nodded vigorously, he was still recovering from the first sharp pinch. The doctor nodded understandingly, before again pinching his testicle to produce an even worse pain than the first time. A giggle escaped her mouth as her left hand started to play with his erect nipples again.

A muffled 'please' escaped his gagged mouth, making the doctor quizzingly look him in the eyes.

"Please what?" she asked as she pinched his nipple hard, making him twist on the table.

She managed to understand an 'it hurts' from through the ball gag. But it didn't worry her that he was in pain, it's not like he hadn't taken more than this before. He watched as her gloved index finger slowly scored up the shaft of his, now fully-erect, penis. The sensual feeling of it made him squirm wildly and moan through the gag.

"I nearly forgot..." said the doctor, reaching for the tube of lubricant. "Almost forgot to check your bottom, James. Can't be having that, now can we?"

She placed the tube in between his widely spread legs and her middle finger started to circle the pink ring, spread apart by the glass dilator wedged into his rectum. He shivered at the touch of her finger to his behind, and she once again smiled.

"Is the dilator spreading you well, dear?"

Her patient nodded with vigour as she still circled the entrance to his hole slowly and sensually. James moaned as he felt the phallic glass bullet being retracted from his spread hole. As it completely left his sphincter with a gentle twist, he groaned with pleasure. Unlike the previous day, Theresa used a generous amount of lubricant to coat the outside of his anus with. James was eagerly anticipating the doctor's finger in his rectum once more, hoping it would feel just as great as the first time she examined him.

A slight gasp was audible through the gag as Dr. Edwards's finger slid into his velvety sphincter with great ease. She could tell the dilator did a great job at widening the entrance and walls of his canal, as she eagerly explored it with her middle finger. Not wasting any time in locating the boy's prostate gland, she quickly started to massage it, knowing it would bring great pleasure to her patient. He moaned loudly as he felt the familiar "come-hither" motion of her finger rub across the walnut-sized prostate gland in his bottom.

Already getting ideas for the boy's next treatments, she continued massaging his prostate with vigour. She watched his long toes curl in pleasure as she increased the pace of her finger motions to provide more stimulation to the swollen gland. Looking back at his face, she saw his eyes were closed and his fists were curled as he squirmed on the table.

But she couldn't allow him to reach orgasm yet, so she swiftly extracted her finger from his bottom. A drop of lubricant spilled on his belly as she coated the dilator once more before replacing it back to his rectum, generating another loud moan from her highly aroused patient. The doctor reached for the vibrator, which she switched on and dangled close to the tip of his penis.

"Are you ready, Mr. Elliott?" she asked.

James nodded eagerly as he tried bucking his hips to meet the vibrating bulb with the glans of his circumcised penis. He grunted as he found he was unable to do so. But his grunt turned to a moan as Theresa lowered the instrument so the tip met his scrotum. The vibrating tip drilled rhythmically into his sac, making him moan uncontrollably. His bound fists smacked against the table as he shivered in pleasure.

Dr. Edwards slowly made the tip travel from his sac to his shaft and upwards towards the tip of it, only producing more moans and cries from the boy. The bulbous tip of the instrument explored the bottom of his shaft, which Theresa knew was one of the most erogenous zones of a man's body, bar his prostate and glans of course.

"I do think it's quite vulgar to use these types of instruments on my patients," lied Theresa. "But you have been so well behaved; I thought you deserved a little treat."

Theresa didn't actually find the use of this instrument vulgar at all though, it had met her throbbing clitoris many times before. However, James was her first patient to be graced with the touch of this lovely tool she so loved to use on herself. There was something she found quite erotic in sharing her favourite masturbatory aid with a patient, much like she found it erotic to slide her finger deep into the rear ends of her patients. At that moment, Theresa felt so thankful for her job.

The boy's hips started bucking viciously and Dr. Edwards could tell he was nearing a climax. Pre-seminal fluids started to seep from his throbbing glans as he shook violently on the table. Theresa now focused the bulb of the instrument on the boy's leaking tip, which was coating it in precum.

"Are we getting close?"

"Mmmhmmmmm,"

She wanted to giggle at the strange noises erupting from his gagged mouth as he approached his climax, but decided to remain professional. At the flick of a switch, the soft yet intense vibration of the plastic bulb hastened and brought James to a brand new high. His moans turned to screams and his shivers turned to spasms as Theresa started to drill the head of his penis with the tool. Overwhelmed by this sweet feeling, but wanting to hold back his orgasm, James fought the need to ejaculate desperately.

Theresa could tell he was fighting the urge and decided to test him some more, electing to turn up the vibration speed to the maximum setting. James realised that at the great speed it was vibrating at now, his orgasm would be inevitable and impossible to fight off for very long. But he continued, desperately wanting to savour this feeling as long as he could.

The amazing tingles produced by the first setting increased tenfold and James's hips bucked harder as he fought his climax desperately. Theresa just continued to relentlessly drill the head of his shaft with the intense vibrations of the white bulb.

"Don't hold it back dear, I can tell you're fighting it,"

But James didn't listen, continuing to fight it with all his might as the amazing sensations took over his whole body. Deciding to further test his strengths, Theresa's other hand shot to his chest, which she knew was a huge erogenous zone on this particular boy's body. Her gloved left hand started to vigorously massage James's right nipple and his eyes rolled back in his head, being totally overwhelmed by the intense stimulation he was receiving.

Soon he couldn't fight it anymore and gave in, his glans erupting over the bulbous tip of the vibrating tool, coating it with six large spurts of semen. He fought his bonds desperately as he reached an intense climax, but he didn't want it to stop yet. After finishing his first eruption of semen, he continued to grind his shaft against the vibrating bulb, desperate for more.

But Theresa wouldn't allow it, and she quickly shut off the instrument before James could manage to gain his momentum and stamina again. Many unintelligible cries of agony came from his gagged mouth as the doctor unplugged it from the nearby socket. She replaced the instrument to its box, not even cleaning off the semen encased bulb. Dr. Edwards discarded her gloves in the same bin as the other occasions, and looked the boy in the eyes sternly.

"Don't get greedy, Mr. Elliott," she warned him, before elegantly turning around and walking towards the door. Her patient continued to unsuccessfully cry in protest, but she didn't bat an eye at his pleas. She unlocked the door and opened it, exiting his room swiftly and locking the door behind her once again.

James continued to cry, but he knew it was in vain. Nobody could hear him anymore; he was just a spunk-soaked mess all by himself in a soundproofed room. Not to mention he was still stuck lying at the same uncomfortable angle the girl had left him in earlier. He continued to buck his hips violently at the hopes of reaching another climax. After proving unsuccessful, he gave up and was reduced to a similar spasming mess as the first night his doctor had left him in his room.

*****

Theresa rushed to her office. The heels of her black pumps rhythmically tapped against the floors of the hall, which was now void of patients as treatment hours had started. She reached the wooden door to her office, with the golden nameplate on it.

Quickly unlocking the door, Theresa entered and re-locked it behind her. She placed the box containing the vibrator on her desk, and started to unbutton her top. Having undone all the buttons and slipping it off, she unzipped the back of her long skirt and let it drop to the floor, stepping out of it hastily. After taking off her skirt, it revealed the fact that she hadn't worn panties that day. Her bare, neatly shaven mound greeted the cool air of the room. Though in a hurry, Theresa made sure to fold up her clothes and place them down on her leather-padded office chair.

Theresa collected the box and kicked off her shoes next to her desk. Her feet, encased in her silk tan stockings, ran across the floor toward the red sofa positioned along the wall. Opening the box and removing the spunk-soaked vibrator, she leaned across the sofa to insert the plug into a socket. Crashing down onto the soft material of the sofa, she spread her legs wide apart and looked down at her wet slit.

Her finger flicked the switch of the instrument and it switched on, already on the highest vibration setting. Not bothering to turn it down, yet conscious of the fact the vibrations would be intense and bring a near immediate orgasm from her already thirsty hole, she put the vibrating and semen-covered bulb to her throbbing clitoris. She moaned loudly, and her breath was briefly snatched as the instrument vigorously and sensually started to pleasure her.

James's semen, which had completely enveloped the white plastic bulb, acted as a lubricant for the vibrating globe to more easily dance across her hungry slit. Theresa's breathing sped up, and she bit her bottom lip as the instrument once again met her clitoris. She screamed as she felt jolts of pleasure run through her, knowing her impending climax was nearing.