Story: Of Humane Bondage Part 2: "Fear of Commitment"

9:00pm , I was wrong, the old wing lies to the east, and apart from its dilapidated appearance, there were no signs of life. Well at least that made me feel a little better, I was wondering what sort of guy would want to meet in a run down building when there are a lot warmer, and more interesting places to play. So I guess the search goes on….
 

It was 9:45pm by the time I was standing outside the Iron Gate with the key in my hand. I knew I was early, I had found the gate Fifteen minutes ago and the key not long after that. My curiosity of the unknown, and unexplored outweighed the fear that kept nagging me to run back home where it was safe. I looked at my watch again…9:50, I’ll wait. I didn’t wish to show that I couldn’t follow a few simple instructions.

Such a strange place to meet, heavy foliage attempted to block my every footstep deeper into this inner sanctum of greenery, I mean If it wasn’t pointed out to you, you wouldn’t even know that there was anything back here. This gate is located behind the hospital, so you can’t see it from the North, and to the south lies miles and miles of cornfields
 

“Kansas we’re not in Toto anymore” I nervously chucked to myself. Well 9:55, I guess there won’t be any harm in going in five minutes early. The key scraped in the hole, and the rusty lock fought with all its might to keep its hold. But at last the gate swung open revealing a large courtyard that can be best described as an equipment graveyard. Multiple skeletons of rusted out bed frames, and other unidentified items were scattered about a long forgotten majestic grove of broken fountains, one legged benches, and headless cherubs. While soaking in the mysterious atmosphere of this concrete garden, I noticed on my left hand side, the door that I was supposed to take.
 

That snapped me back to the situation at hand. “who cares what this area was long ago, You have other things to attend to” I reminded myself, as I reached for the handle on the door……
 

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My senses were assaulted by the fumes of mildew and dust, and it took my eyes a while to adjust to the low level of light that a single candle in the center of the room was putting off. Examining my surroundings, the room appeared to be some sort of lobby, with a desk against the far corner, and multiple doors leading off to destinations unknown. Upon this desk sat the candle in an old style candlestick, next to this was a box, and on top of the box was a note with “boy” written on top of it.
 

I picked up the note and unfolded it, it read: ‘Since you are reading this, It seems that you have more promise than I thought, we didn’t think you were going to show up. But this is good; we have a lot of plans for you. So read this well, and understand it before you begin following out the instructions. Any non-compliance will be punished, any instruction not followed through in a timely manner will be punished, any objection will be punished, and just in case you decide that you have gotten yourself in over your head, and wish to leave, think again. The door automatically latched behind you, and there are no manual controls to open that door from this side. The door is also constructed of 2 inches of steel, you will find everything well constructed in here, so compliance is your only option. On the next sheet, you will find your list of instructions, you will have 1 minute to acquaint yourself with them, and 5 minutes to follow them out. Earlier today you told me you were looking for excitement, well baby you just stepped knee deep in it…..Welcome to my world.’
 

Oh my god, what had I gotten myself into, I ran to the door, it was just a solid sheet of metal, no way out there. I ran to the other two doors in the room, they too were inaccessible. Just 3 solid doors in a windowless room the only access. There was nothing to do, but play along for now, and hope an opportunity presents itself. I looked at the second sheet with the instructions on it, it said: ‘Now that you have probably verified what the letter said, I am glad you are back with us. Now here is what you are to do, on the table you will see a box. Inside this box there are multiple Items that you will be putting to use in the next 10 minutes (failure to comply with time frame will result in punishment). First you are to strip completely, you will find a trash bag in the box to put you clothes in, tie the bag in a knot and leave it on the floor. Next you will find shaving cream and a safety razor (don’t want you to get any escape Ideas, now do we), you are to shave EVERY hair off your body. The Enema Kit and Catheter are to be used next, if you are not familiar with how to insert a catheter, I will be MORE than happy to assist. Finally, you will find a special suit in the bottom of the box; I think you will like this one, as I remember how much you told me you liked rubber. You will not be able to do up the zipper, so when you have finished pulling it on, you are to be down on your knees with you hands on your ass, and your head on the floor. You will remain this way until you are collected. Your Ten minutes starts when you set this sheet down.’
 

Resigned to my temporary fate, I started to follow out the orders, not really being interested in finding out what “Punishment” was; I completed most of the tasks with lightning proficiency. The problem arose when I came to the rubber suit,
 

Somehow, he new what size I should wear, and he decided to give me the next size smaller. The suit itself was thick black rubber, extending from the top of the head to the tips of the toes. An attached hood had an inflatable gag built in, with a tube running down the center of it, and the eyes were covered by some sort of smoked plastic. The hands ended in Mitts with attached rings, this is where I got in trouble.
 

The suit slipped up my legs and torso very easily, as it was lightly coated in some sort of lubricant, but when I attempted to push my arms down into the padded mitts, I found out that the latex in this portion was as dry as a bone. I could only get about half way down when my arms would stick and I would go no further, This was not helped by the fact that in the tubular latex of the arms of the suit my hands were useless, and I could not even get the leverage to help myself along. Aware that my time was quickly running thin, I pulled my arms back out and attempted to smear them in the lubricant of the rest of the suit. But it was used so sparingly in the initial application that I could not wipe off enough to help my struggles any. So there I was, Inch by inch tugging at the latex with my teeth, slowly descending down into the depths of the arms. After what seemed like an eternity my hands finally hit home, and my fingers slid neatly into their own padded sheaths in the Mitts.

 Quickly I dove to the floor, and assumed the position that was demanded of me. I don’t know how long they left me there, as I lost track of time, and this once interesting suit was ceasing to be quickly, as the heat and sweat were quickly building up, and I was still laying there with the zip all the way down. My legs had long since gone numb from lying on the concrete but I couldn’t move. Every minute that I had been laying here was another minute that I was able to think about my situation, and fear had long set in.
 

Through my hood I could hear a distant squeaking sound slowly becoming louder. Something was approaching, but due to the thickness of the hood and the fogged lenses, I could not tell how far or from what direction it was coming. Suddenly a much louder noise sounded from the right side of the room, which I assumed was one of the doors opening, but I kept my head glued to the floor as a slight tremble set in. This only made the slow squeaking sound louder, the best I could equate the sound to was a grocery cart with a bad wheel…..yes that was it, something on casters was being rolled in this direction. Unfortunately that realization only served to turn the tremble into a shake. What is going to happen to me? Who knows I’m here? Oh, my god, who else even knows this place exists?
 

Suddenly the sound Stopped. The dead silence was harder to take than the instant sound. I could barely see, I couldn’t hear. I could be surrounded by people and I wouldn’t have known it. At that moment time was irrelevant, fear and exhaustion took over and I prayed for something to happen just to break the cold stillness that had seeped into my bones.
 

All of a sudden, a gloved hand caressed my hooded head, and calmly shushed me until the trembling receded. There was something about that voice, something I couldn’t fight; I just drifted off into it. I didn’t even struggle when the zip was done up on the suit and locked into place.
 

“Look at me boy” that voice commanded
 

I slowly lifted my head up this black robed figure. Like looking through a haze, the lenses of the hood accompanied by the flickering candle light made this mysterious stranger a pale white blur from neck up, I noticed something in his hands, but I could not make it out. Once again he spoke 

“My Name is Dr. Fetter, but you may call me Sir. You took longer than the allotted ten minuets to follow out the instructions boy, so now I am going to have to punish you.” With that he strapped a gasmask to my head, and slowly screwed on a filter.

The air through the mask smelled funny yet strangely familiar. My world started swimming, and the last thing I can remember before I passed out, is the sound of my own voice saying 

“Thank you Sir”