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Cid woke up early, eyes snapping open in the pre-dawn light. He’d fallen asleep only a few hours prior, but he was wide awake and refreshed. It was a benefit of his profession, the passion with which he did his work. He was always happy to face the morning, to take his coffee and a cigarette on the veranda, staring at the sky.He dressed simply, a well fitting button-down and a pair of clean slacks. At the door he grabbed an overlarge suit jacket, tailored for a much broader man. It fit well enough in the shoulders though, so he wore it anyway.Sliding on his scuffed dress shoes, grabbing his trusty briefcase, he walked out the door.The morning was chilly, fading frost spiraling over the grass. Fall was starting to turn to winter, the days getting shorter, the nights getting longer. He used to loathe the changing seasons, the way they summoned black and sour moods. But lately, he’d been enjoying their endless repetition. And he rather felt himself outside their whims, freed entirely from their sway.The train was nearly empty, sunbeams just starting to stream through the windows. He shaded his eyes against the light, running over today’s schedule in his mind. He had a few things to do, including performing a long overdue medical examination. It would be a pleasure though, as that patient in particular was always quite… responsive.Cid exited at his station, hitting the sidewalk with a spring in his step. The hospital was nestled in the heart of the city, high walls concealing sprawling gardens and winding, almost circular buildings. They didn’t follow any typical layout, a fact that he never heard the end of from certain employees. But to him, the grounds were perfect. There was a hidden sense to them, an almost otherworldly elegance.The gate guard let him in, a large blond man with a nervous demeanor. He’d been there for years though, and he was always diligent at his post.“Morning Goetz,” Cid greeted with a wave.“Have a good day now,” Goetz replied, his voice thin and reedy.Cid smiled.Just inside the building entrance, there was another checkpoint. The outer door pushed open easily, and Cid glanced up as he strode inside.“Your identification, please,” the receptionist greeted, his hair flat-gray under the fluorescent lights.Cid handed over his badge without complaint, leaning against the counter.“Last I checked, Harbard–” he started.“I am merely following your protocol,” Sleipnir interrupted with a chilly smile.The entrance swung open behind Cid, one of the other doctors stepping inside. Sleipnir waved her through without a glance, buzzing the inner door open. She passed by with only a short greeting, clearly eager to start on the day’s patients.“Last I checked,” Cid repeated, watching her retreating figure with jealousy. “That picture hasn’t changed once in six years.”Sleipnir held up the identification, comparing it to Cid’s face in a near-theatrical display.“Name?” he asked, ignoring the comment.“Cidolfus Telamon.”“Is this your badge?”“You know it is,” Cid sighed, settling into his lean with familiar resignation.Sleipnir examined it with careful eyes, taking in every minute detail. Eventually, when he couldn’t drag the situation out any longer, he handed it back across the counter.“Thank you, Mr. Telamon.”The inner door buzzed again, lock disengaging.Cid was old hat at this little song and dance, and he tolerated the disrespect–not to mention some of Sleipnir's other proclivities–because the board emphatically refused to fire the man. Whether he was a poorly concealed spy, or merely somebody's nephew, Cid didn't much care. And in a way, the encounter served to build a bit of anticipation into his morning routine. One last stop before he could really get to work.Once inside, he headed to the locker room, exchanging his jacket for a clean lab coat. It fit well, and he felt like his mind sharpened just from wearing it. A certain, focused headspace came over him, one he couldn’t achieve any other way.Moving fast to make up for the delay at reception, he headed for his office. It was a bit of a mess, unfortunately, and so he put down his briefcase and moved around a few stacks of paper. No one was allowed in there but him–the new laws made sure of that–so he couldn’t even hire an assistant to sort through it all.After puttering around for a few minutes, he decided he could do the rest later. The patients would be waking up soon, and it was always important to start the day off with a firm hand. He ducked out into the hallway, flagging down the first orderly he saw. A massive, hulking man turned to him, eyes sharp.“Today’s entertainment?” he asked.“Rosfield,” Cid replied.Hugo Kupka smiled a dangerous smile. It was a stark reminder that he worked at the hospital for the pure enjoyment of it. That he’d almost failed his psych evaluation, so near a thing he could have been one of the patients. That he was a dangerous man, but one that didn’t shy away from hard jobs or chaotic situations.They walked together down the hall, Cid nearly eclipsed by Kupka’s towering frame. Rosfield and his roommate were housed at the very end of the ward, their chamber in a walled-off section with the rest of the highly volatile patients. To reach it, they had to pass through an additional locked door, which Kupka opened and closed without comment.The room itself was also secure, but only Cid–and the main vault–possessed a key. He carefully checked through the grated door slit, verifying both men were still in their beds. Rosfield appeared to be sleeping, his limbs attached to the bedframe with bulky, buckled cuffs. Across the room, a draped sheet concealed the other bed, but there was a clear human figure underneath it.He opened the door, and Kupka headed for a nearby supply closet. Cid had informed him of the day’s requirements on the walk over, and he would be collecting the necessary materials.As Cid stepped inside, he watched Clive’s eyes crawl open. There was always a bleariness to him when he woke, like he didn’t quite know where he was, or how he’d come to be there. Slowly, his head turned, squinting slightly against the lights.“Good morning Doctor,” he said, voice raspy from sleep.Cid stepped up to the bed, realizing with mild annoyance he’d left his clipboard in his office. It was one of his favored tools, keeping a necessary distance between him and the patients. Today, without it, he felt slightly exposed. Almost naked, which was funny, given he was the only one wearing clothes.“Can you tell me your name, sweetheart?” he asked, settling for putting his hands in his pockets.“Clive Rosfield.”“And am I addressing Clive Rosfield this morning?” Cid continued, carefully examining the man’s handsome face, his open expression.“Yes, Doctor,” Clive broke eye contact.“Good boy,” Cid rumbled, watching a slight shiver reverberate down Clive’s restrained, nude body.Kupka slipped inside, pushing a loaded cart with one hand, holding a folded wheelchair in the other. He put both into place and then moved past Cid, starting on the cuffs securing Clive’s feet. There was some tension in the air as he did, a small undercurrent of distaste emanating from both men. A typical reaction, as few of the patients–in fact none of the patients–liked the large orderly.Cid opened up the wheelchair, casting a quick eye over the cart. The tools were on top–just as specified–and the correct pills, separated into two sections. On the lower shelf, a cup and large jug of water sat in place, the liquid sloshing slightly from its journey over.When Clive was free, Kupka picked him up out of the bed, maneuvering him into the wheelchair like a sack of potatoes. In fact, Cid had to hurry to slide the thing into position, lest his patient be dropped straight on the ground.“Thank you, Hugo,” he said without much cheer, excusing the orderly the second he’d finished strapping Clive into place.Kupka’s eyes narrowed at the use of his given name, but he left regardless.Clive relaxed with the orderly gone, wakefulness painting over his features. Cid took the opportunity to adjust the wheelchair, turning it to face the cart, locking it into place. “Are you going to take your medication today?” Cid asked his patient, striding back around so they were facing each other.Clive pursed his lips, almost a pout. Cid sighed, reaching over to the tray and picking up a heavy plastic ring. It had two straps hanging off the sides, buckle flashing slightly in the light.“Doctor–”Cid cut off Clive’s protests, deftly slipping the gag behind the ridge of his teeth. It had to flex slightly to get into place, but it popped in quick enough. Clive’s brows furrowed immediately, and he let out a garbled noise of protest. Cid ignored him, reaching back to do the straps up tight. He’d been expecting this outcome, and from the slight shift at the patient’s groin, he probably had too.The cart had a box of gloves, and Cid pulled out two without looking, keeping his eyes on Clive. He looked a bit sullen with the gag in, but the expression was charming in its own way. Those beautiful blue eyes… those soft lips. Even the rough stubble lining his chin. He was fit and trim, Cid’s rigid control of both his diet and exercise ensuring as much.He wouldn’t say he took extra time with Clive, but he certainly didn’t cut any corners. Gloves firmly on, he tested the fit of the gag, feeling the straps pressing against full cheeks. They were slightly tight, but he liked the look of them. And so he didn’t make any adjustments, the dark slashes of color painting over Clive’s cheek like ink.As his fingers drifted towards the ring, there was a lurch below him. Suddenly, the patient was fighting against the straps holding him to the chair. He thrashed like a man possessed, like a demon, and it was all Cid could do to get a harsh grip on his jaw. He dug into the pressure points there, trying to stop Clive from biting down hard enough to snap the ring and hurt himself.The other man’s muscles went sharply taut, straining for release. The wheelchair creaked and moaned ominously, but it managed to hold, secured limbs finding little give. Clive’s eyes, as they stared up at Cid, were practically slits, filled with an ominous heat.Abruptly, he went slack, sagging limp in the chair. Cid didn’t release his grip though, waiting, watching. There was a final, violent jerk, and then he went stock still for a long minute.“You’ve had an episode sweetheart,” Cid started saying in a very soft, very soothing tone. “Blink if you can hear me.”Clive, his chin still tilted up in Cid’s gloved hand, blinked.“That’s very good. I’m very happy you’ve come back.”After a while, there was a quiet gurgle, and Clive slowly straightened up. Cid shifted his palm, cupping a soft cheek instead. Relieved, the patient nuzzled into the hold, soaking up the attention. He was always a bit more malleable after an episode, a bit more eager to please.“Go ahead, sweetheart,” Cid continued encouragingly.Clive started mumbling words around the gag, thanking him. They weren’t clearly intelligible, but they sounded sincere regardless. Cid stroked his cheek as he spoke, watching a line of drool start sliding out of his mouth. It was an intoxicating sight, the helplessness, the way he hummed with gratitude as Cid wiped his spit away.Finally satisfied he was dealing with Clive, not his “Ifrit” persona, Cid turned and pulled his next tool off the cart. It was a black plastic funnel, complete with a tangle of straps. He peeled them apart carefully, adjusting the drain tube so it was angled for Clive’s open mouth.No sound of protest came, his patient blinking up at him with trusting eyes. He slotted the tube into the gag, checking the fit. The alignment was good, and the tube slid about an inch past the ring. As Cid did up the straps, it slowly anchored into place, forming a seal. And the funnel was suspended in front of Clive’s face, upright and waiting.“Just a minute,” Cid said, bending down to fill the cup with water from the jug. It was slow going, and he slightly overshot, spilling a bit of water over the sides. His main concern though, was Clive, sweating slightly after thrashing around in the chair. His breathing had returned to normal at least, a steady rise and fall. And he didn’t seem agitated about the funnel, though it wasn’t part of his typical morning routine.Cid rose to his feet, tipping the cup, pouring just a splash of water into the funnel.“All you have to do is drink,” he explained.Clive, still a bit hazy, swallowed the mouthful of liquid.“Very good,” Cid added, tilting the cup again. “You know I only want what’s best for you.”As more water poured down the funnel, Clive had to swallow repeatedly. Cid watched carefully as he did, making sure the volume was manageable. There was a slight taper at the end of the tube, to control the flow. He’d asked Kupka to attach it, not wanting any accidents.Clive finished off the first cupful, and Cid ran a gloved finger over his teeth, pushing up against his lip. He made a half-circuit like that, then moved to the other side. The action gave them both a little break, and Cid couldn’t deny he enjoyed the view of glazed blue eyes, staring back at him around the funnel.After another short break to refill the cup, he stood up again.“Sweetheart,” Cid started, tipping the water into the funnel a bit faster this time. “You know how important your medication is. You know the hospital is working hard to treat your delusions. But treatment is a team effort, isn’t it? It’s not something either of us can do alone. You need to help me, so I can help you.”Clive lowered his gaze. Cid took the opportunity to slip the smallest pill into the swirling liquid, watching it drain down, down, down. When the patient appeared not to notice, he continued.“Don’t you want me to help you?”There was a quiet murmur of acknowledgement.“Don’t you trust me?”Another murmur, louder.Cid ducked again, refilling the cup as the funnel drained. He was getting a bit fed up with the slow pouring jug, and so he tilted it slightly with his foot, encouraging a faster stream.“If you trust me, you’ll take your pills sweetheart,” Cid said soothingly, rising and pouring the next cup.Clive nodded shallowly, and Cid smiled at him. He dropped a few more pills into the funnel, then a few more after that, watching as they were gulped down.“Just a little bit more,” he added, leaning down for another refill.The angle gave him a nice view of Clive’s cock. It was soft after the episode, but still rather attractive. One of the patient’s finest features, if he was being honest. As he stared at it, he realized Clive had started shifting his legs, squeezing his thighs together.When Cid rose again, he wondered if they needed to take a break. He put the cup of water on the tray. There was only one pill left, and he gave Clive an encouraging pat on the cheek.“One more pill.”Clive squeezed his legs again, moving a little in the chair. Cid gave him a minute to compose himself, then several more minutes after that, just to see what would happen. The squirming didn’t abate, and eventually his patient let out a quiet moan, eyes darting towards the corner of the room.“Are you having another episode, sweetheart?” Cid asked, knowing very well that was not what was going on.Clive shook his head, blinking up with those sky blue eyes. He was pleading silently, unable to communicate any other way.“Are you refusing to take your medicine?”Another headshake.Cid lifted up the cup.“I need you to be a good boy and swallow.”Clive rubbed his thighs together, making another muffled moan. For his part, Cid poured the water slowly, more slowly than the first time. It all but trickled into the funnel, draining languidly away. Clive drank it in mouthfuls, waiting for it to gather a bit before swallowing each time. He was checking for the pill, waiting for it, anticipating it. But it didn’t come.By the time the cup was empty, Clive was openly squirming. It wasn’t the same as his earlier fit. Instead, he was keening behind the gag, trying to convey his need to relieve himself.“Sweetheart,” Cid said, letting some disappointment seep into his tone. “I can’t safely give you your medicine if you keep moving around.”Clive let his head hang, twitching in the wheelchair. Cid waited, wetting his lips. He poured another cup of water, stopping occasionally, watching the way the squirming intensified at the sound of falling liquid. When the cup was nearly full, he waited five full minutes before topping it off, enjoying the way Clive jumped when he resumed.“Are we a team, sweetheart?”With a shaky, desperate sound, Clive nodded.“Are you going to stay still for me?”Something unintelligible came out, and Cid paused, looking over. A surprising thing greeted him. It was an erection, standing proudly in the air. At the sight of it, he cursed himself twice over. How could he have forgotten his clipboard? Someone should be making a note of this reaction. Straightening up, he put all his recriminating thoughts aside, focusing on the task.“We’re almost done, I promise.”Cid pretended to take a swig out of the cup, Clive’s eyes drifting up to watch him. Far gone as he was, he wouldn’t notice the fake-out.“See?” Cid smacked his lips. “You can do it.”Clive settled into position with a sudden finality, his squirming rapidly subsiding. It was like a deep stillness had come over him, his need to please, to submit, winning out over any higher order thinking. And he looked gorgeous, erection poking up almost shyly, eyes swimming with unshed tears, mouth stretched wide.Not for the first time, Cid felt an all-consuming love for his job.He started pouring the water, filling the funnel, dropping the final pill. Clive had to work overtime to swallow it all, his expression glazed. Feeling a bit bold, Cid set down the empty cup. The liquid was still draining, but Clive was still and placid. Firmly, Cid encouraged his well-muscled thighs apart, exposing his swollen cock. Experimentally, he gave it a light stroke, unpleasantly frictive with the glove on.Clive moaned, whorish, loud. He was still drinking, sagging into the supportive back of the wheelchair.“Good boy,” Cid praised, thumb swiping over the glans, wiping away some discharge.When the funnel was empty, Clive whined. Obligingly, Cid released his grip and undid the buckles, making sure to be extra giving, lingering overlong with his touches.“I’m so proud of you, sweetheart.”Clive’s head lolled, he looked completely gone, vacant. There was a slight tremble in his leg, the need to pee clearly still present. Cid wiped away a few strands of drool, pulling away the funnel but leaving the ring in place. Then he got behind the wheelchair, fighting slightly with the door, pushing Clive out into the hall. Kupka was waiting for him, a knowing smile on his lips.“I’ll be right behind you,” Cid informed him, handing over the wheelchair. “If he has an accident, let me know on the PA.”Clive moaned at the words, shivering. Cid took a few seconds to watch him travel down the hall, savoring the view. Then he ducked back inside the room, closing the door firmly behind him.Carefully, he lifted the sheet over the second bed. It was made of heavy fabric, thick in his hands. The occupant was actually prescribed a vacbed, but the hospital’s was broken at the moment, and they didn’t have a replacement on hand. Plus, cleaning it was pretty annoying. So the sheet had been a compromise, a shortcut of a sort. He dropped the fabric on the ground and ran a hand down the man’s naked chest, realizing abruptly he was still wearing his gloves. With a sigh, he pulled back, tossing the disposable things aside.“Morning, Barnabas,” he greeted, though the figure didn’t react.Barnabas Tharmr had been living at the hospital for six years, ever since his husband had chosen to have him institutionalized. Well, technically it was ex-husband now. The marriage had been dissolved by the government, as was protocol for such cases.It had all been rather simple at the time, because the new laws were so efficient. Too efficient, some might say. It was as easy as signing a declaration, providing some necessary evidence, and one could get one’s spouse into treatment rather… rapidly.Alas, Cid was there to do a job, not reminisce.The man was secured to his bed in the same manner as Clive, buckled cuffs belted around his wrists and ankles. Unlike Clive, however, there was another belt over his waist. Extra security. A heavy gas mask obscured his features, muffling sound, tinted lenses blocking out light. It was necessary to keep him docile, or–as was technically noted on his chart–to keep him from getting overstimulated.Cid took a few moments to observe, to make sure Barnabas hadn’t hurt himself during the night. His breathing was steady though, and his large frame was as appealing as it had been on his wedding night. Thick muscles–maintained through no less than double the exercise regimen of any other patient–were motionless on the bed. But Cid knew the power they contained, the force. And he was also well aware of man’s sizable caloric intake. Though it was midweek, so he’d be doing a half-fast today.Doctor’s orders.Gently, Cid returned his hand to the man’s pec. If he was still enough, and quiet enough, he could almost convince himself that he could feel Barnabas’ heartbeat. A soothing and regular rhythm, a life grinding on unerringly. “Time to take your meds, love.”He needed to get a move on, so as not to miss the conclusion of Clive’s morning hydration. But at the same time, he couldn’t help but savor the body under his fingers. Indelicately, he pinched a nipple, relishing the way it hardened. Getting his other hand involved, he cupped both pecs, groping them languidly.A quick glance down relieved Barnabas’ cock was reacting before his consciousness, lifting towards his stomach. It was almost pavlovian, but then again, this actually was their usual routine.And Barnabas Tharmr loved his routine.Cid finally went down to one knee at the bedside, surreptitiously adjusting himself in his slacks. He’d certainly enjoyed himself earlier, a fact he was going to have to contend with later. But for now, he had a job to do.Suppressing his excitement, he took Barnabas’ cock in hand. It thickened further at his touch, almost automatically. Pleased, he thumbed over the glans. It was at that point that he received his first real reaction of the day. Just a shift, mind, a minor adjustment of Barnabas’ head. But he'd been looking for it, and he smiled.Letting go and reaching behind him, Cid picked up a cylindrical object and a squeeze bottle full of lube. The object was non-standard, and he’d had to apply for a special exemption to use it. But it was well worth the effort, given the results. What he was about to do would keep Barnabas’ mental state level, ensuring calmness throughout the rest of the day.He squeezed the lube generously, letting it cascade into the hole in the cylinder. It was a pleasant thing to touch, soft, smooth. Far softer than a fleshlight. This one must’ve been new too, because it had a certain underlying firmness to it, not yet broken in.Once satisfied it was coated, he lined it up with Barnabas’ burgeoning erection. Then, quick as he could, he slid it down and gripped tightly. Another shift on the bed told him the action had been noticed, and so he started rapidly pumping. Wet sounds filled the air, mixed with the sound of breathing.Shortly, arousal broke over Barnabas. It appeared with the sight of tightening muscles, a slight pull against the cuffs. And the man took a single, deep breath, drawn in loudly through the gas mask. Cid used his free hand to tweak a nipple again, relishing when it drew a twitch.He squeezed harder with the toy, twisting it, moving even faster. The lube squelched, and Barnabas jerked in his bonds. He came with a muffled grunt, and Cid reacted fast, milking the semen as best he could, making sure none of it leaked out the sides. At the same time, he reached out blindly behind him, fumbling for the second set of pills. His hand alighted on it just as Barnabas finished ejaculating, and Cid jerked the toy off his spent cock.Tilting the cylinder so it wouldn’t spill, he dropped the pills inside, counting them as they fell to make sure none were missing. Then he undid one of the clips on the side of the gas mask, abruptly loosening the entire ensemble. Barnabas made a noise of agitation, but Cid ignored it, pushing the mask to the side, then pulling the other man’s jaw open with his thumb.Barnabas jerked as Cid upended the full cylinder over his mouth, squeezing it much as he’d squeezed the lube bottle earlier. Come and pills squirted onto the man’s tongue, mixed with the lube. It was messy, and some missed, coating his lips, his chin. Cid’s breath hitched, an unexpected wave of entirely unprofessional arousal catching him hard. Barnabas, meanwhile, went slack on the bed, accepting the load, the humiliation of it.He knew the consequences of resisting.Cid often smiled in these moments, fully confident that he’d made the right choice. That this was where Barnabas belonged, nothing but a vacant receptacle for his own come. All that power and prestige, all that singular focus brought towards one thing and one thing only: his own pleasure. And so when the last of the come had fallen in his mouth, Cid reversed, encouraging his jaw shut. Then he tossed aside the onahole, pinching Barnabas’ nose.“Swallow.”Gray eyes glazed after his orgasm, Barnabas swallowed obediently. Pleased, Cid let go of his nose, pressing a light kiss against his sweaty forehead. He checked the pills had gone down afterwards, though the man had never once tried to hide one, even in the early days. Satisfied, Cid reached behind him yet again, producing a ball gag from the tray. Barnabas accepted it without complaint, lifting his head up so Cid could buckle the straps. He similarly took the blindfold, a piece of lined leather that also buckled into place.“Did you enjoy your breakfast?” Cid said as he finished up, leaning down to murmur the words.Barnabas stiffened on the bed, but didn’t otherwise react.“You certainly looked the part, love. Nothing more than an insatiable whore… mouth open, so hungry you’re drooling for it. That’s why I had to send you here, you know. So you could serve your true purpose.”He picked up the earplugs, custom-made plastic that was molded to be completely noise-canceling. Then he leaned even farther down, so his lips were brushing against Barnabas’ earlobe.“Just say the word. Tell me I’m wrong, that you’re a person, not a useless slut, and you can walk out of here right now.”Cid pushed one earplug in. Barnabas made a quiet sound behind the gag. It was unintelligible.“Didn’t quite catch that.”Silence.“Good boy,” Cid breathed. “Knowing your place.”His work finished, he dragged Barnabas’ earlobe through his teeth. Then he popped in the second earplug, sealing him back into a world without sound or sight.Rapidly, Cid started undoing straps and cuffs, fully removing the gas mask, the bindings. Technically, this was the most dangerous part of his morning. If Barnabas decided to kill him, it wouldn’t take much. But he never did, he never had. It was like he was incapable of taking that final step, incapable of severing their marriage more cleanly than any court order.Barnabas sat up when Cid gave his hair a tug, lifting his arms forward. Meanwhile, Cid finally eased to his feet, silently bemoaning his aching knee. He crossed to the back wall of the room, picking a heavy straightjacket off a hook. Obedient slut that he was, Barnabas helped dress himself. He stood up at the right moment, after the canvas had been pulled over his arms. Then he turned around blind, so Cid could start on the buckles in the rear. This particular model had a strap that ran front to back, securing under the crotch. But Cid left it open for now, making sure everything else was set.Once finished, he led Barnabas to the urinal in one corner, grabbing his cock and angling it. After a few seconds the man started peeing, the shame of this particular act knocked out of him ages back. That didn’t stop Cid’s imagination from conjuring helpful images, of course–old memories. Barnabas with a flush on his cheeks, drooling around his gag, as of yet blindfolded. The way he’d squeezed the lids shut, as if by refusing to look he could deny what was happening. The way they’d stood there, for minutes on minutes, until finally he’d broken.Eventually, Barnabas finished relieving himself, and Cid shook his cock out and steered him back towards the cart. There was one final tool on it, an inverted chastity cage. It was stainless steel, polished, clean, and more importantly custom-made. Another special dispensation, but one Dr. Telamon had never regretted ordering.Scooping up some lingering lube from the previously discarded toy, Cid lightly slicked the hollow inner rod. It was short, but it had a ball on one end to help with the insertion. Realizing he’d forgotten the ring, Cid sighed, exchanging the pieces. He grabbed Barnabas’ cock none too kindly, fitting the curved metal behind his balls, then sliding the shaft through. Fortunately for them both, it was flaccid.With the ring in place, he returned to the rod. Carefully, he slipped it inside the slit of Barnabas’ cock. It took a bit of coaxing to push down afterwards, squishing the penis until the pieces connected and locked into place. Cid sighed. Even after several years of chastity training, Barnabas’ cock still stubbornly refused to cooperate. It was too damn proud, apparently.Once the cage was secure, he fastened the final strap of the straightjacket, completing the ensemble. Then he grabbed a thick bicep, using it to steer his blind and deaf companion. When he left, he didn’t bother locking the door, as the room would need to be cleaned.Speedily, Cid led Barnabas to his office. The larger man didn’t so much as resist a single step, following his guiding hand with a trust that was frankly beguiling. They exited the secure wing, emerging back out into the main hall. As they passed, people gave them a wide berth, almost jumping out of the way in some cases.There were rumors in the hospital, rumors that Cid had never quite quashed. They alleged that Barnabas had killed one of the staff several years back, a bloody and serious incident. It made everyone understandably weary.As for who had started the rumor, ensuring he was the only one who dared to approach the most dangerous patient they had… Well, Cid couldn’t say. Not out loud, anyway.He dragged Barnabas through his door, then deposited the man on his knees under the desk. There was a collar hanging there, connected to the solid wooden frame via a heavy chain. It was all bolted together, very secure, the contractor had assured him. Privately, Cid figured if Barnabas wanted to walk off, a wooden desk wouldn’t be enough weight to stop him. Regardless, he did up the collar, ruffling black hair before pulling away.Suddenly snapping his fingers, he opened his discarded briefcase, pulling out his trusty clipboard. Then he hurried back out into the hall, locking his office behind him.No announcements had come over the speakers, which meant there was a chance of being on time for Clive’s therapy appointment. Realizing that, Cid practically flew down the curving hall. He crossed an orderly right at the theater door, straightening his lab coat and nodding to the man, pretending like he wasn’t slightly out of breath.Inside, Clive was strapped to an examination chair. His chest was ever so slightly reclined, giving him a clear line of sight to his groin. His legs, meanwhile, were spread apart and secured at the ankle and knee. As Cid watched, he could see little twitches reverberating through the thigh muscles. Clive was trying to close them, but they were secured firmly in place.There were electrodes already applied, two on each thigh. One was lower down, closer to the knee. The second was higher, almost the swell of his pubes. The leads were even connected, and Cid checked them carefully for any mistakes. But everything seemed to be in order.On the chair–which was covered in plastic–Clive made a truly desperate sound, spilling from his mouth along with a wave of drool.“Sweetheart,” Cid chided, frowning.Clive shook his head, pulling at his wrists. They were secured over his head, restrained somewhere behind the exam chair.Cid slapped his hand on the old analog control box, staring down with a stony expression. Below him, Clive trembled. He was still erect, a light flush starting to bloom on his cheeks. They stared at each other for a bit, the patient pleading, the doctor steely. But as often happened in the hospital, things weren’t quite so simple under the surface. Cid was well-versed in reading Clive’s expressions. And he could see desire threading with shame. The urge for it all to be over, and the simultaneous anticipation of how long it could be drawn out. “I know you remember how important your therapy is,” Cid finally said, flicking the on-switch, but touching nothing else.The unit was ancient, from before the new laws–before the old laws, even. It hummed as it came to life, a steady backdrop to the unfolding conversation. If it even could be called a conversation, what with the ring gag still firmly lodged in Clive’s mouth.“And I know you remember checking yourself in. You agreed you wanted to get better, didn’t you?” Cid continued.Clive shivered, a full-body thing, going from his chest all the way to his toes.“Have you changed your mind, sweetheart? Have to you decided you want to keep hurting people–”There was a loud sound of protestation, Clive’s eyes flashing. But no sooner had he shifted, then he was reminded of his full bladder. The flash immediately melted, softening into something positively alluring. Clive’s head tilted, and his eyelids drooped. He moaned, twisting as much as he could in his bonds. A brief spurt of liquid shot out of his cockhead, running down his shaft in a clear line of evidence. It cut off quickly, but a certain heaviness drew over the room, a tension.“I’m only here to help you,” Cid said softly.He stepped forward, ignoring the box–though he kept its location in mind. Gently, he put a hand in Clive’s hair, rearranging the strands out of his eyes.“Don’t you want to get better?”Clive looked up at him, naked desperation in his gaze. He was drooling openly around the gag, spit coating his face and chin. And his twitches and trembles were speeding up, the last shards of his self-control fading away.“I need an answer, sweetheart,” Cid let his thumb play over Clive’s bottom lip, sliding back and forth in the spit.There was a nod, an abbreviated one.“That’s right,” Cid added. “None of those other doctors could help you, could they? They didn’t care enough. They didn’t try, not really. But I swear, as long as you’re here, I won’t give up on you. We’re going to get through this together, the two of us.”Clive replied with a strangled “please”, hardly intelligible through the gag. His eyes were wet with unshed tears, little moans and whines starting to escape the back of his throat. Cid stepped slightly away, placing a gentle hand on his abs, palpitating ever so lightly.The effect was immediate, another aborted gush leaving Clive’s cockhead, a loud cry of humiliation breaking past his lips. But he managed to keep a hold of himself somehow, a large tear leaking down his cheek as the stream subsided.“Pleash,” came another garbled prayer.Clive’s face was bright red now, a wild blush starting to creep down his neck. His dark hair framed his face, his prised-open lips. The sheen of drool over his chin glistened under the lights. And he was undeniably desperate, filled with an overwhelming need he could no longer conceal.If Cid could only keep him like that, keep him wanting, begging–needy and thoughtless… If he could only capture the moment, stopper it like a drug, flush it into Clive’s veins on a whim…He stepped back with a snap, turning the dial on the box. The reaction was immediate, Clive’s muscles going tight, a strangled cry escaping his lips. He squeezed his eyes shut on instinct, large tears tracking down his cheeks.“You need this, don’t you?” Cid increased the intensity, turning the dial.Clive moaned, throwing his head back and forth. It was like he couldn’t seem to figure out that he was trapped, bound. Securely in Cid’s hand, limbs and cock and even thoughts under the doctor’s complete control.“Don’t you, sweetheart?” Cid repeated.Hips jerking, Clive blinked his eyes open. He was crying in earnest now, begging incoherently behind the gag.Cid kept turning the dial.“You need me to teach you your limits. Because you can’t trust anyone else. You don’t know if they’re in Ifrit’s clutches, if they have your best interests at heart.”At the mention of Ifrit, Clive’s garbled begging intensified.
Please don’t let him take me, please Doctor, please I need to– I can’t, I can’t hold on–
“You can keep going sweetheart, just like this morning. All you have to do is let me make all the decisions. Trust your doctor to fix it. I promise, everything will be easier if you just listen to my voice.”Clive moaned, his erection turning a deep, scarlet color. His breaths were coming in frantic gasps, turning into sobs that wracked his whole body. And he seemed like he was teetering on a precipice, as if any second he would plunge into a hell of his own making.“See how strong you are?”Cid’s fingers flicked to the other dial, twisting it down to tighten the width of the pulse. The shift had Clive writhing, his thighs clenching and clenching.“I want you to let go when I say. Not when you think you should. Not when Ifrit thinks you should. And I think you’ll find it’s quite easy, if you trust me and do as I tell you.”Clive shook his head almost violently.“Yes, sweetheart. This is very important therapy.”He adjusted the dials again, dropping the intensity ever so slightly. To his patient, it was a subtle, almost incomprehensible relief. But the effect didn’t last long, the temporary reprieve almost crueler than the steady punishment.“If you won’t listen, I’m afraid you won’t make any progress. If you stop making progress, you won’t get any better. And if you aren’t getting better, you can’t stay here. I’ll have to send you home. And I don’t want to do that. I want you here, where I can see to your… treatment.”Clive didn’t notice the pause.“Stay still, sweetheart. And I’ll take care of you.”There was a moment, a precarious one. Clive seemed to gather himself up, the all out assault on his senses pushing him to the breaking point. But then he blinked away the largest of his tears and took a long, shuddering inhale.Cid watched him still, his trousers uncomfortably tight. But his hand was steady as he let go of the dial, and he lifted up his clipboard, looking down at Clive with every inch of detachment he could muster.“Pl..eash,” came a whimper.Clive was trembling minutely, the muscles of his legs taut.“Good boy,” Cid praised. “See how easy that was? Now I just need to make a few observations.”He didn’t actually have a pencil. Not that the patient would understand that in his current state. But Cid pretended anyway, flipping through the papers he had, occasionally glancing down at the control unit. When he glanced back up, glazed, wet eyes stared back at him, eyelashes starting to clump from the tears.“Everything seems to be in order,” Cid stated.Clive moaned.“Alright then, when I tell you.”There was a sound of affirmation, mixed with a truly pathetic whine. “Now,” Cid flicked off the control unit.The sudden absence of tension, the end of the current, made Clive release his bladder before he even knew what was happening. And he sagged in immediate bliss, relief, staring down at his cock as liquid gushed out. It arched through the air, splattering on the floor, a seemingly unending stream. Cid took a step out of the way, reaching out to pet Clive’s hair, his throat.“Very good… So perfect, so obedient. See how pleasurable it is when you trust me. You’re so happy when I take care of you…”He kept up the affirmations, leaning to undo Clive’s handcuffs, rubbing his wrists. It seemed like his patient had finally realized precisely what was going on, embarrassment flooding his features. He tried to stop peeing, but he quickly gave up, letting his head fall to his chest with a broken moan.Cid took a couple of long seconds to savor the sight. The sight he’d created, developed painstakingly over nearly a year. After this, he would be able to do anything. They could start making real progress, start tackling some deeper issues. The treatment plan would need to be updated, but wasn’t that the fun of having such a malleable patient?The stream started to subside, slowing to a trickle. Cid eased Clive’s arms down, rubbing his shoulders, dipping lower to brush over his pebbled nipples–Clive jerked, groaning. Then there was a small pause, and a different liquid entirely sprayed out of his cock. Surprised, Cid watched the orgasm unfold, feeling the spasms wrack Clive’s exhausted body. When it was finished, he slumped, completely spent.Wetting his lips, Cid set down the clipboard. Then he undid Clive’s ankles and knees, brushing over his inner thigh with deliberate fingers. There was a little shudder in response, which he relished. Carefully, he picked his way around to the front of the chair, speaking evenly all the while.“…You see, sweetheart? You don’t have to be alone anymore, I’m right here–”Clive suddenly stumbled up out of the chair, collapsing against Cid’s chest. He was filthy with all manner of fluids, but he pushed forward regardless, burying his face on Cid’s shoulder. It sounded like he was saying “thank you”, or maybe “need you”–it wasn’t clear. But his grip was so strong, there was no choice but to go along with it.Cid, thinking on his feet, maneuvered the two of them into a nearby rolling chair. It was tucked into the corner of the room, so although it slid a few inches, it bumped to a stop against the wall. Clive ended up on his knees, his arms still holding tight, his face still hidden.“You did so well,” Cid said softly, reaching up to stroke thick, black hair. “We had a breakthrough today, didn’t we?”There was a squeeze around his midsection.“But we really shouldn’t…” he trailed off meaningfully, indicating just how many regulations they were breaking by doing this. Clive didn’t let go.“Ah, well, I suppose I can make an exception for my favorite patient.”They were all his favorites, of course.Even when they were misbehaving.
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When Cid grew tired of being drooled on, he reached up and undid the straps of the gag behind Clive’s head. Slowly, he encouraged the ring out, though it was difficult because of how tightly they were fused together on the chair. There was a quiet moan of gratitude in response, but no intelligible remarks. That was good, that meant the treatment was having the desired effect.It meant that the patient was starting to learn what was expected of him.Unwisely though, Cid allowed the indulgence to continue. He stroked Clive's hair, a certain calmness falling over him. He could’ve moved away–should’ve moved away–but he didn’t. Perhaps because of the breakthrough, because he wanted to cement himself as a trustworthy and kind figure in Clive’s mind. Or perhaps it was simpler than that, and he was merely tired after running around all morning.After a while, he tilted Clive’s chin up, taking stock of his expression. Surprisingly, it was almost adoring. Like something very precious had just been exchanged between them, and Clive was pleased and grateful and–Cid blinked any useless thoughts away.“Are you going to behave in the yard today?” he asked quietly.Clive, seeming to sense he should gather himself, loosened his hold.“Yes, Doctor,” he answered, voice slightly hoarse from all the noise he'd been making earlier.“Wonderful,” Cid said, sounding unusually pleased to his own ears.He helped Clive to his feet, easing out the chair and hearing his back pop several times. Frowning, he stretched, shaking off some pins and needles at the same time. One of his legs was nearly asleep, they really had lingered too long.Unfortunately though, they couldn’t just scurry along to the yard. Protocol forbade taking patients through the halls unrestrained. Cid occasionally flounced this rule, but he couldn’t really risk it with a patient like Clive–young and strong and liable to resort to violence at the drop of a hat. The morning had been monumental, yes. But such things needed to be reinforced, hammered into place so thoroughly that years and even decades could not unseat them.Keeping one eye on the door, Cid rummaged through a small cabinet. But the only thing of use he found was a pair of fetters, heavy and thick and entirely tacky. Annoyed, he kept looking, scouring the lower drawers. But there was nothing, not even a canvas strap. He could maybe prise one of the restraints from the chair, but they weren’t really designed to come off. And calling an orderly was out of the question, they’d gone at least half an hour over time, and he didn’t need that information getting back to anyone… important.Trying not to let his displeasure show, lest the patient thought it was directed at him, he put down his clipboard and tested the key to the fetters. It matched the lock at least, though it was cumbersome and old-fashioned. Why did they even have these? They couldn’t be legal, surely. Attempting some facsimile of charm–so as to distract from the bulky implement–Cid turned with a faint grin. But Clive was already holding out his wrists, that strange and adoring look still on his face.Surprised, but managing to conceal it, Cid didn’t linger. He fastened the fetters and pocketed the key, making sure not to lose the damn thing. Then he led Clive out the door, one hand on the bar between the cuffs, the other holding his trusty clipboard.They were both a bit messy, Cid’s shirt and coat especially, and they attracted a few stares in the hallway. But Clive followed after him, oblivious to the attention, and they made it to the yard without any incidents.The outer door was guarded by a man with dark, braided hair and thick stubble. His eyebrows gave him a perpetually angry expression, but he was perfectly professional, and he didn’t even mention Cid’s badge as they went by.“How long?” he asked, indicating Clive with his hand.“An hour, give or take. I’ve got a lot of paperwork to catch up on,” Cid replied.Gerulf nodded, buzzing the door open. He gave Clive a once-over, gaze lingering on the fetters. But in the end he didn’t say anything, waving them through without another word.It had always been Cid’s firm belief that patients needed time outdoors. He’d lobbied for the opinion, campaigned for it even, finally getting his way about two years back. Ever since, the hospital had featured a walled garden–the yard–featuring a couple of implements that were wheeled out when the weather was nice. It was fenced in, but the shrubs and other greenery were well tended.Beyond the fence were the grounds proper, a sprawling expanse of trees and flowers and circular paths that led to nothing. It was a great place to clear one's head, but entirely too insecure to keep patients. When Cid had first started the job, he’d spent hours there after work, walking around and getting his bearings, thinking about what was necessary. Back in the present, he parked Clive on a small concrete pad, pausing momentarily to untangle a short hose nearby. Someone had stored it improperly, and it was thoroughly kinked and knotted. He put down his clipboard to fuss with it, eventually separating out all the folds.“Arms up,” he told Clive, who obeyed.Cid sprayed the hose, putting his thumb on the nozzle to get a wider arc. Water splashed over Clive’s strong thighs, his messy cock, cleaning with pressure more than anything. It licked every curve of his muscular body, occasionally narrowing back to a jet-like stream when Cid grew bored and lifted his thumb. Who could blame him, though? Those nipples were always so wonderfully sensitive…Eventually, he had Clive turn around, doing a cursory spritz of his backside. It was getting on towards mid-day, but fortunately the sun was out, casting a wide pool of light on the yard. Cid put away the hose, contemplating the cool but not cold temperature. Eventually making up his mind, he grabbed a light blanket, tucking in under his arm in lieu of his clipboard.“Come on,” he told Clive conversationally, not bothering to pull on the fetters.Apparently the patient’s promise of good behavior had been a true one, and he trailed behind Cid, feet quiet over the grass. They came to a stop together at a padded bench, shaded by a strange, geometric shrub. Without being told, Clive climbed up onto the leg rests, getting into position with an unintentionally enticing wriggle.Wetting his lips, Cid did up the straps over his calves. Then he put a hand on Clive’s back, pushing him down so his chest met the middle plank. Two more straps over his back, and it was time to undo the fetters. Cid did so judiciously, remembering to keep an eye out for any sudden movements or lunges. But none came, and he was able to get Clive’s wrists and biceps secured without trouble.Taking a step back, he admired his own handiwork. The patient was positioned perfectly on his elbows and knees, chest supported by the bench. It was an ideal position for all manner of disciplinary measures, as well as some therapeutic ones. Of course, the former didn’t actually apply. Yard time was always therapeutic. It would ruin the whole point of outdoor relaxation if he started doling out punishments instead.“Just a minute, sweetheart,” Cid said, thoughtlessly running his hand over a smooth asscheek. He lingered for a second, then suddenly realized what he was doing and broke contact.Off to the side, there was a hip-high tower, tucked away by the shrub. It had a rugged extension cord attached, spiraling out of sight. Cid removed the canvas wrap, revealing a rather simple box on legs. Heaving, he lifted it up and carried it over to Clive’s exposed rear.Opening the lid revealed a few implements. Cid took out a pair of disposable gloves, snapping them over his hands as he surveyed his options. Eventually, he chose one, a short and fat dildo that was purple in color, but otherwise resembled a real penis. A narrow but not too narrow tube ran through the center, trailing out about a foot and a half past the base of the toy.At the bottom of the box was a reservoir, and Cid attached the tube to a valve at the top. Then he mounted the toy on an arm, folding back a hinged panel on the side so it could poke out. Afterwards, he hauled the heavy thing again, lining it up more precisely.“You’ve earned a nice, long rest sweetheart,” he said, wiping some sweat off his brow. “I’ll be back for you at noon, alright?”“Yes, Doctor,” Clive replied, sounding a bit sleepy. No doubt he was exhausted from earlier.Cid flicked on the machine, watching liquid ooze out the tip of the dildo. He’d actually personally invented this implement, patented it and everything. The semi-continuous drip of lube ensured long therapy sessions were a breeze, not to mention one could put just about anything in the reservoir. Barnabas had been his first subject, and oh, the progress they’d made together…Clive didn’t require any further prep, yesterday’s group therapy ensuring he was still well and truly stretched. Probably still well lubed too, if Cid was honest. Group therapy tended to get considerably messy.He nestled the dildo up against Clive’s asshole, then turned a crank on the base of the arm. The toy slid forward about two inches, smoothly easing its way inside. There was a quiet groan, up at the front of the bench, but he paid it no heed. Instead, he adjusted the arm, making sure it would slide in and slightly down. Then he flicked a second switch, and the gears started turning, the dildo pushing slowly forward.Cid watched, entranced by the way the purple toy almost vanished before reappearing again. Time passed, but he couldn’t seem to put his eyes anywhere else, noticing Clive shift and move on the bench, deliciously restrained.“Now, remember what we talked about a few days ago?” Cid finally broke the silence–and his reverie–trailing a fingertip down Clive’s spine as he walked forward.“Yes, Doctor,” Clive replied, his breath catching as the dildo started another slow push over his prostate.“Yard time is a privilege,” Cid reiterated anyway. “And I’m very pleased you’ve earned it.”He rubbed his thumb over the top of Clive’s spine, drifting to the back of his neck.“Please, I–” Clive shifted slightly. “What you said… Can I really, Doctor?”“As much as you like, sweetheart,” Cid replied, squeezing his nape.Clive sagged, moaning loudly. Orgasms weren’t restricted during yard time, once the patients proved they could handle the responsibility. This would be Clive’s second session unsupervised–or at least ostensibly unsupervised, Gerulf would still have an eye on him–and so of course he had permission to come.With a few more encouraging remarks, Cid unfurled the blanket, draping it over Clive’s back. The patient would be working up a bit of a sweat, but it was still quite cool, and so it seemed necessary. Satisfied his work was done, Cid headed for the door, fetters in one hand, clipboard in the other.Gerulf opened the door before he even reached it, ever vigilant.“See you shortly,” Cid told him.The other man merely nodded. Cid swept away from him, heading straight for the locker room. On the way, he tossed the fetters into a random closet. Better to send them in with the janitorial supplies than any patient-facing rooms.He took a quick shower, tossing his soiled clothes in with the laundry. There were a few clean pairs of scrubs hanging up, and he nabbed a set of dark blue ones, sighing as he toweled off and redressed. Scrubs were entirely lacking in gravitas, style. And it would confuse the patients as to his status in the hospital. But he had no recourse–save for wearing stained clothes–and so he tolerated the misfortune.Back at his office, the door was still locked. He opened it up quietly, stepping inside and sighing in relief. Already, his cock was starting to rise in anticipation, all the memories of the morning swirling together.Cid had always been good at compartmentalization. A helpful skill, and a valuable one at the hospital. But Clive was a truly beguiling patient, one that tested his resolve at every opportunity. And so Cid could admit–at least in the confines of his office–that he’d been perilously aroused earlier, and was in dire need of relief. He walked to his desk, already pulling down the waistband of the scrubs. His cock popped out, eager, undisciplined. But Cid didn’t care. He sat down in his chair, legs on either side of Barnabas’ restrained head. The man looked completely out of it, drooling mindlessly behind the ball gag, silent and motionless. The collar hadn't shifted much, still pinning his neck to the underside of the desk.Cid practically ripped the gag out, ignoring a short grunt of surprise. Barnabas’ jaw was completely slack as it came free, and Cid didn’t give him a change to close it, slipping his burgeoning erection in with a pleased sigh. The relief was immediate, Barnabas’ lips sealing around him like a well-behaved sleeve. And the collar had just enough slack that when Cid grabbed a handful of black hair–which he happily did–he could easily fuck down at his leisure. Unfortunately though, being that there was paperwork to do, his leisure would be rather unleisurely today.Cid took his pleasure with relish, fucking in deep, holding Barnabas down until he started to choke. It always took a while, his stubborn, stubborn ex-husband trying to remain stoic for as long as possible. Cid liked the feeling of that, the feeling of pushing past limits. It was his sole, selfish indulgence of the day–any other indulgences notwithstanding of course. And so he only pulled the other man off when he absolutely had to, allowing him a single breath before pushing him down again.Interestingly, no matter how aroused he got, Cid always took a bit to relax and come. Normally, that was an inconvenience–although it did have its uses–and today was no exception. When he finally did orgasm, pubes flush against Barnabas’ lips, he grunted and sighed in rippling satisfaction. The receptacle below him swallowed obediently, though it squirmed a bit for breath.Cid pulled it back, just enough so its airway wasn’t blocked. He felt deliciously oversensitive, leaving his softening cock on a waiting tongue. It was simply more convenient to keep it there for now, lest he got horny again and wanted another go.“Good boy,” he murmured, though Barnabas wouldn’t be able to hear him through the earplugs. Or see him through the blindfold, for that matter.Feeling entirely refreshed, Cid pulled a disorderly stack of papers and folders closer. He had intakes to process, not to mention Clive’s treatment plan to adjust. The board was also talking about adding a third wing of patients, and they wanted his input about rotas and staff and a whole host of other mundane details.Cid had never much been one for details.But he worked diligently, occasionally shifting as Barnabas began tonguing and sucking at his length. It was the other man’s way of occupying himself, and so Cid let it go unpunished for the time being.He made surprisingly quick work of the papers, feeling unusually buoyed. Normally, even with his cocksleeve in place, he would drag his feet through this kind of thing. But it was like everything was going his way today, and he flew through Clive’s new treatment plan. The things for the board were a bit slower, but overall he was quite proud of his momentum.Cid was so productive in fact, that he lost track of time entirely. The noon bell took him by complete surprise, and he nearly jabbed his cock down Barnabas’ throat as he jumped.“Sorry love,” he cooed, petting Barnabas’ hair and pulling back slightly.Earplugs or not, the timbre of his words would reach.Probably.He finished up what he was doing, putting the final touches on his report. Then he reluctantly pulled all the way out, wiping his half-hard cock on Barnabas’ cheek and tucking it away. A few more seconds had him refastening the ball gag–no need to be overly generous–and rising to his feet.“I’ll be back for you later,” he said, pressing the toe of his shoe against Barnabas’ groin, applying firm pressure before moving away.Shortly, he was out the door, locking it and hurrying down the hall. He was supposed to start his rounds at noon, looking in on patients without a direct clinician and supervising some of the more junior staff. If he was honest though, he was rarely on time. But he liked to think that he at least tried.Cid began with whoever was closest, opening a door without announcing himself. A tall, broad shouldered man was holding a rattan cane, his pleasant voice rolling smoothly through some prepared remarks. In front of him, the patient was bent over at the waist, holding onto his own ankles. It had to be a strenuous position, but the welts on his ass were well spaced. Even more impressively, there was no blood.Terence turned, greeting Cid silently. Most of his attention seemed to be occupied by the patient though, which was good and proper. Cid nodded at him to continue, and watched the cane sail through the air a few times. It landed with a satisfying crack each time, precise and careful and deliberate. The bent-over blond moaned quietly, rocking a bit, but keeping his balance through what appeared to be blind devotion alone.Full marks to Terence, they really should promote him.Cid left the room quietly, making a mental note to bring that up next time he was in front of the board. The next few rooms were finished in rapid succession, cutting corners so he could spend a few extra minutes with sensory deprivation tanks. For better or for worse, Cid was almost always the one responsible for prescribing them, and he liked to see how the patients were getting on.It had all started with Barnabas of course. Barnabas, who was always extra grumpy when he went in, but extra gooey when he came out. In fact, maybe it was time to schedule another session…Lost in thought, Cid realized he’d been staring at nothing for over a minute. Shaking his head, he checked a chart, confirming everything was in order. Satisfied that it was, he moved onto the next tank. A quiet voice in the back of his head wondered if he could make something big enough for two patients instead of one, but he ignored it, focusing on the present instead.His rounds ended near the yard, and he wet his lips in anticipation, thinking about Clive and his little machine. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed someone walking towards him, and he glanced up to make sure that they didn’t collide.Jill Warrick met his gaze beat for beat, politely ignoring his scrubs. She was holding a cattle prod in one hand, hair done up, lab coat perfectly pressed and clean. He wondered idly who she was going to see, but decided he could wait to find out. Plus, he still had to give her an earful about abandoning him to Sleipnir’s machinations earlier.“Dr. Warrick,” he greeted.“Dr. Telamon,” she replied, striding by.Cid waited till she was around the bend, then he skipped his last check in favor of grabbing a clean gag and cuffs. Normally he wouldn't cut corners, but Jote was the only resident left. She always did things properly–a capable, if quiet employee. Scary calm too, even when disobeyed. That was why he’d agreed to place her at the hospital, after all. Because he could trust her to keep her head.Famously, the psychiatric hospitals in the capital had a way of taking residents and spitting them back out. For whatever reason, people just failed to find their feet. It didn’t matter how carefully they were chosen, how long he spent reviewing their applications. But he had full confidence Jote was going to be just fine, and he’d be seeing her around in the new wing sooner rather than later.After another brief exchange with Gerulf, Cid found himself back outside, ring gag and cuffs burning a hole in his pocket. It was still cool out, and he nodded to himself as he walked, pleased he’d selected the blanket. As he got closer to his target, he heard loud moans, the sounds of debauchery clearly audible. Speeding up despite himself, Cid rounded the geometric shrub, a gorgeous sight meeting his eyes.Clive was completely spaced out on the bench, his ass peeking out from the blanket, the machine still going at its steady pace. Lube leaked out of his asshole, drooling to the ground as surely as a thread of semen, still connected to his erection by a gossamer strand. The puddle underneath him was quite large, and another loud moan had Cid nearly grinning.He watched Clive twist under the blanket, moving as much as his bonds would allow.“Ah–Ah!” he squirmed, his cock angry red.Waiting to announce his presence, Cid couldn’t help but adjust himself in the scrubs. He decided right there and then to head back to his office after lunch, because he was definitely going to need–“A-Ah, Doctor,” Clive moaned. “Doctor–!”Clive came with a sudden spasm, painting white over the ground and gasping his release. Cid was stunned for a moment, not even Barnabas had ever done something like that, but he recovered his faculties quickly. Clive spasmed a second time, another slow drag over his prostate pulling a strangled cry from his lips.Before the phallus could retreat, Cid stepped forward and flicked one of the switches in the box, halting it completely. Clive took a few seconds to realize what was going on, then he started begging incoherently.“Oh please Doctor, please. I’ll do anything, anything I–”“Sweetheart,” Cid rumbled, instantly silencing his patient. At the same time he reached down, clicking a knob in the box up, up, up to its max setting. “Have you been behaving yourself?”“Yes, Doctor,” Clive pushed back against the dildo, impaling himself deeper. It was like he was seeking Cid’s voice, moving towards it in the only way available to him. “Yes, I swear. I–Nngh!”Cid had flicked on the fuck machine again, only this time, it was at max speed. The arm cranked, slamming in and out of Clive’s hole at a blistering pace. It caused him to collapse into an absolute fit of noises, each one louder than the last. Cid took the opportunity to peel off the thin blanket, revealing a sweat soaked back, quivering muscles.“Would you like to go back inside?” he asked conversationally, walking around to the front of the bench.Clive looked up at him instinctively, eyes glassy, lips parted.“N-No,” he managed to moan, a spurt of clear fluid leaking out of his cock.“You want to stay here?” Cid continued, reaching into his pocket.“I-I…” Clive closed his eyes, a tremor going down his spine. “Doctor…”“What can your doctor help you with, sweetheart?” Cid pulled out the ring gag, sorting out the straps.“N-Need,” Clive gasped, eyelids fluttering. “I n-need…”“Do one thing for me, and you can have everything you need,” Cid brushed Clive’s hair out of his face.“Yes D-Doctor,” Clive stuttered on his title, and Cid wet his lips again.“Open your mouth sweetheart.”He did, and Cid fastened the gag. The addition seemed to send Clive into another plane of existence entirely, a completely drawn-out and wanton sound escaping his lips.“Now then,” Cid announced, walking around to that pert, smooth ass. “As your doctor, I am most qualified to understand your needs, am I not?”He scooped up some lube, running a hand up the side of Clive’s taut thigh. The quiver that resulted was lovely, and he returned for an entirely unnecessary second pass.“Am I not?” Cid repeated, louder.Cid bobbed his head, a garbled agreement passing his lips.“Good boy,” Cid leaned over, his palm now slippery with lube. Next to him, the machine thrummed, a rapid but soothing rhythm. Pleased, Cid wrapped his hand around Clive’s cock, sliding up and down languidly.“It’s very important I see to your relaxation, sweetheart. The more relaxed you are, the better your treatment will be.”Clive twitched at the renewed stimulation on his sensitive flesh, unable to contain his cries behind the open-mouthed gag.“Shh,” Cid murmured, and Clive let out a half-strangled sob. “Shh. Let me help you.”He watched as Clive’s head drooped, his ribs rising and falling with every breath. Miraculously, he actually was hardening in Cid’s hand, arousal spilling forth like fast moving-wave. Taking advantage, Cid decided to speed up his ministrations, his voice falling deeper and deeper.“Go ahead and come. You’ll be nice and relaxed afterwards, won’t you? Nice and relaxed and ready for therapy.”Technically, Clive wasn’t due for more therapy today. But Cid had decided to make a slight change to his evening schedule. Plus, they still had that physical to do after lunch.He tightened his grip, making sure it could be felt. Seconds ticked by, stretching into minutes, but he didn’t loosen his hold. Surely a patient in his early thirties, a patient as fit as Clive, had enough stamina for one more orgasm. Something final, something earth shattering. Something that would continue to bind them together, doctor and–“Sweetheart,” Cid purred, thumbing over Clive’s cockhead. “Show me how good you can be.”Clive came with a howl, openly bawling through his release. Cid flicked off the machine with his free hand, kicking it just far enough away to ensure the dildo popped out. The damn thing was heavy though, and it nearly caterwauled over, rocking ominously.As it steadied, Clive’s howl turned to mindless sobs, and he writhed, overstimulated, eyes heavy with tears. Cid took a few minutes to take in the sight, listening as the sobs slowly turned to little gasps and hiccups. It was a truly beautiful thing, a truly remarkable thing. And it was all for him. All because of him. Eventually though, he couldn’t delay any longer. He started undoing the straps, helping his shivering and teary patient to ease off the bench.Unfortunately, it took an unusually long time to get to the cafeteria after that. They had to stop to hose Clive down again, his consciousness drifting to a point where he could only respond to the most basic of directions. The cuffs went on, of course, but Cid had to coax him down the hall with whispered praise, pretending like he wasn’t tenting his scrubs all the while.A wheelchair would’ve been welcome, but he hadn’t bothered to procure one, and so he could only encourage one foot in front of the other, and so on.Clive started to blink back into awareness sometime around when Cid was easing him down into a plastic chair, reaching out with searching hands.“Lunch time, sweetheart,” Cid said soothingly, pushing Clive’s arms back into his own lap. Normally, Cid would stay for lunch. But unfortunately Benedikta–bane of his existence, more like–was serving as meal supervisor this week. And he really couldn’t afford to run into her. So he gave Clive a few platitudes, same as he had yesterday, and received a subdued acquiescence.“I’ve got a surprise for you later,” he whispered in Clive’s ear. “So eat up for me, alright?”Blue eyes widened, and a smile graced his patient’s gagged lips.Cid ruffled black hair as he left, slipping out of through a side door before anyone else could talk to him. Once in the hallway though, he didn’t rush. He didn’t actually have anything urgent to attend to. So he strolled slowly to a vending machine, looking both ways down the hall before slapping it roughly. A single can of soda dropped, and he fished it out, savoring the cool aluminum against his skin.Back at his office, Cid cracked the can open and took a nice, long sip. The bubbles felt pleasant on his tongue, and the sugar had him making a deep noise of enjoyment.He did so love to enjoy things. Wandering over to one of his drawers, Cid slid it open and sorted through a few items. Finally finding what he was looking for, he pulled out a piece of leather, snaps lined up on both sides. It would form a cone when it was fastened, a parachute to be placed around the balls. There was a chain strung underneath, held in place with little eyelets.Cid grabbed one of the weights that went with it at random, then went down on one knee by the desk. He was either about to tease Barnabas–still trapped under the table–or torture him, and at the moment there was no way to know which it would be.Laughing to himself, Cid undid the crotch strap of the straight jacket, exposing the chastity cage and a rather lovely set of balls. He snapped the parachute around them, the thinner part of the cone going near the base, the wider part fanning out around the sack. Barnabas shifted slightly, acknowledging him, and Cid slapped his ass for good measure. Of course, that didn’t get a reaction, and he thumbed the weight in his pocket, wondering if he should swap it out for another one. A heavier one. Or he surely had a paddle around here somewhere–Unexpectedly, Barnabas groaned, canting his hips slightly. Cid paused, considering. Then he leaned forward, reaching so he could rub over the chastity device–Another groan had him raising his brows, but it confirmed what was going on at least. Apparently Barnabas was horny today. That sometimes happened, seemingly at random. Though Cid had some suspicions about night time activities, doors coming unlocked, keys going missing. Staff who might like a shot at their most infamous patient, when the lights were off, and the law was as distant as a dream.He tapped Barnabas’ balls instead of continuing his train of thought, relishing the way the parachute pulled the excess skin back. If he’d planned his day a bit better, he could’ve found his ruler–it had to be around somewhere–and really gone to town. But he was hungry, and he had a half a sandwich from yesterday waiting for him.Cid pulled the weight out of his pocket, examining it. Now that he was thinking about it, it actually was one of the heavier ones. Shrugging and chuckling despite himself, he slipped it onto the chain under the parachute, dropping it unceremoniously. Fortunately, the chain was short enough that it stopped shy of the ground, yanking Barnabas’ testicles and jerking around slightly between his thighs.Standing up, Cid watched some faint movement in the straightjacket, which might as well have been screaming and writhing for the normally stoic Barnabas Tharmr.“Don’t mind if I do,” Cid said to no one, easing down his scrubs and undoing the ball gag for the second time that day.He came even slower than earlier, jerking back slightly to spray his load over the other man’s tongue. Happy, thoughts languid and syrupy, he leaned back in his desk chair. By the time he landed back in reality, sated, Barnabas was slowly working to close his jaw.“Ah ah ah,” Cid chided, putting a single finger on the ridge of Barnabas’ teeth, halting any such motion.He cleaned himself up with a tissue, dropping his hold and taking another sip of soda when he was finished.“I’ve got some news,” he told Barnabas–who of course couldn’t really listen. “Pretty sure they're going to be adding a new wing next year. I was thinking about handing it over to Tarja, though it seems like she’s determined to stay in the pharmacy…”He relayed his morning to his ex, pulling out his leftover sandwich and talking while chewing.“You’re going to be spending more time with Clive, it just makes sense. You have similar triggers you know, have I ever told you about his mother?”Occasionally he toed at Barnabas’ trapped cock, or his weighted balls. Once, when an untimely groan cut over his words, he even stepped on the chain, pulling it roughly to the ground. Barnabas really groaned then, nearly closing his mouth. Cid had to forcefully grab his jaw to keep it open, drool spilling out the sides.“Pay attention, love.”He tapped Barnabas’ groin with his toe, then let go and went back to aimlessly talking. It was one of his favorite parts of the day after all, just like before the divorce. The man at his feet had been similarly unresponsive back then, preoccupied with his own thoughts–especially during winter.“You really are such a filthy slut, gagging on my come,” Cid added eventually, when his sandwich and soda were finished, and it was getting to be time to head back to work. “It’s a wonder I didn’t cage you back when we were married, would’ve saved me a whole lot of trouble. “Course, you love trouble, don’t you? It’s why you fished me out of the gutter and sent me to med school. Couldn’t pass up the chance to see what I might do.”He turned Barnabas’ jaw with his hand, tilting it up so the collar pulled at his throat.“Got what you paid for, I think. What you wanted. And you’ll be spending the rest of your damn life wondering how you got so lucky, won’t you? I’ll see to that. Just like I’m seeing to everything else.” Cid suddenly leaned forward and pulled a pin, adding about a foot of slack into the chain. Barnabas dropped immediately, trembling. His muscles were finally giving out, and his head jerked down to his chest, drool spilling in a wave. The weight on his balls clinked to the floor, and he moaned openly.“Noisy, noisy slut,” Cid scoffed, jamming the gag back into place. “You best not embarrass me during group today.”He undid the collar, pulling Barnabas out from under the table by his thick mop of hair. Once they were both standing, he straightened the blindfold and tightened the strap on the gag. The weight on the other man’s balls had fallen off somewhere, but Cid didn’t care as he undid the parachute and tossed it aside. Finding it was now a problem for tomorrow.Barnabas suddenly bucked his hips, the strap of the straightjacket swinging between his legs. Cid smacked his ass again, satisfied to get a little jump that time. “Seems like you need a bit of encouragement,” Cid scoffed at the man who could neither hear him, nor respond to his taunts. He opened one of his cabinets, pulling out a shiny chrome hook. It had a nicely sized ball on the end, not too large, but certainly not small. The top, meanwhile, was attached to a wide strap.Cid didn’t bother lubing the ball up, he simply walked behind Barnabas, pulling aside one of his asscheeks and lining up the implement. It slid in easily, pushing past his sphincter with little resistance. When it was seated inside, Cid lifted the strap, attaching it to a D-ring at the back of the straightjacket. It was tight enough to stay in place, but not tight enough to impede movement. Not yet, anyway.Pleased, Cid reached down and took the still dangling crotch strap, tugging it to pull Barnabas forward.“Off we go love,” he said.And off they went.
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Cid took Barnabas to one of the group therapy rooms, pulling him down a curving hallway. They were late, but he wasn’t overly concerned. His dear ex-husband was a bit of a special case in the hospital, and certain allowances and understandings were made because of it. Plus, Jill was in charge today, and she never could stay mad at him for long.By the time they reached the door, Barnabas was flagging slightly, his gait becoming more and more awkward. Cid decided to take pity on him, dropping the crotch strap in favor of yanking on the front of the straightjacket. Confused, blind, the other man collapsed to his knees. Cid laughed and let go of the canvas, relishing in how disheveled he looked.Barnabas made a pretty picture on the ground. The straightjacket ensured he was well contained, lashing his hands and arms around his muscular torso. And the hook in his ass was clearly disrupting his stoic facade, making him squirm slightly for a better position. Tellingly though, his cage had started to leak, a few drops of clear fluid betraying his arousal.Laughing again, Cid opened the door with one hand, grabbing a fistful of black hair in the other. Barnabas wasn’t easy to drag, but they managed somehow, clearing the door jam one after the other. “There you are,” Jill greeted.She had a clipboard in hand, eyes flicking between it and a familiar blond patient in front of her. Cid took the opportunity to throw Barnabas onto the floor, sending him sprawling face down.“Got held up doing paperwork,” Cid explained to Jill, crouching down beside his ex-husband.“Paperwork, I see,” she echoed flatly, but her eyes were amused.In a moment of inspiration, Cid yanked on the strap connected to the anal hook, tightening it as far as he could. The sudden tension forced Barnabas’ spine to curve, arching to reduce the strain. As a result, he ended up on his belly, ass high in the air. It was a position that practically begged for a spanking, the muscles of his legs and buttocks tensing. Almost immediately, he tried to adjust himself, only for the hook to scrape roughly over his insides.“Very important paperwork,” Cid added, reaching out and tugging the strap again.There wasn’t much more slack to cut, but he got maybe a half-inch, and more importantly a grunt of surprise.“Are you quite finished?” Jill rested her pen, finally giving him her full attention.“Much like our receptionist,” Cid replied slyly. “I am never finished.”Jill snorted despite herself, though she didn’t say anything. Clearly she intended to feign ignorance about their morning kerfuffle.He suspected, not for the first time, that she enjoyed the way Sleipnir tortured him. It was much like the way she enjoyed toying with patients, enjoyed watching them struggle and debase themselves. Regardless, he trusted her more than the rest of the staff put together, and her record reflected her complete and total commitment to the hospital.“One more thing and he’s all yours,” he said, shifting so he was on one knee.Cid lifted Barnabas–no easy feet, the man was shockingly heavy–so that he was kneeling instead of lying on his stomach. The tension of the hook ensured that his back was still arched, and it had the side effect of baring his throat rather attractively. Cid nibbled on it before he could stop himself, scraping roughly with his teeth.Barnabas shifted, exposing himself completely, melting into the contact. Pleased, Cid broke off with a smile. Then he reached up and removed one of the earplugs, leaning so his lips were brushing against the shell of the other man’s ear.“No matter what, you’re not to orgasm until I return,” he murmured.There was a sudden, noticeable tightness in Barnabas’ body, a kind of feverish energy rebounding through his restrained limbs.“Don’t disappoint me, love, and I’ll give you a reward,” Cid finished, slipping the earplug back in.Jill, predictably, pretended to ignore the exchange. She was doing a few final checks around the room, rearranging toys and discretely making sure that none of the other patients were unsettled. Occasionally, rumors about Barnabas being a murderer jumped from the staff to their charges, and they always had to run a little bit of damage control afterwards.“Take good care of him,” Cid said as he stood, brushing off his scrubs even though the room was sparkling clean.“I always do,” Jill replied calmly, tucking her clipboard under her arm.Cid tried to keep his expression neutral, but was fairly certain he failed. It was an acceptable lapse though, as she’d seen far worse indulgences from him in the past.“Ta ra then,” he waved as left, eyes brushing indiscreetly over Barnabas’ restrained figure.Alone again in the hall, he made a quick stop at the restroom, relieving himself on the way to the pharmacy. He’d put in an order last night, and he was fairly certain it should be ready. On the off chance it wasn’t, he’d have to get a bit creative later.Then again, getting creative was half the fun.“Cid,” Tarja scowled as he walked up. “Did you even look at the side effects this time?”“Of course,” he lied smoothly.Tarja put a hand on her hip, glaring at him through the pharmacy window. She was as good as god in there, ruling her small department with an iron fist. It worked well, nothing ever went missing from the shelves. Cid wanted that kind of efficiency heading the new hospital wing, even though he knew she was unlikely to agree to it.Smiling, he leaned against the small counter, looking as relaxed as possible. Not that she was particularly easy to charm, the law was the law, and no one–not even the director–could have unrestricted access to the medication.“Frankly, the dose you’ve requested is obscene,” Tarja continued to glare, her red hair sharp under the fluorescent lights.“He’s had a big lunch,” Cid replied, shrugging.“That’ll help metabolize it, but you’re playing with fire here.”“Aye, well–”“Lucky for you,” Tarja interrupted. “I cross referenced the ingredients with everything else he’s taking.”“And?”She was silent.“Thank you for your diligence, Doctor,” Cid amended quickly, playing nice.Tarja reached down, pulling out a tray with a single, narrow syringe. Slowly, she slid it through the slot, gaze practically burning a hole through the glass.“You have to keep a close eye on him, understand?”“Of course,” Cid nodded.“It won’t wear off for at least four hours–”“Yes, yes,” he waved her off, nimbly snatching the tray before she could react. “I know how it works.”“Why am I not surprised?” she called after him as he retreated. “Everyone says you have a limp d–”Cid ignored her taunts, wetting his lips and swinging over to the drop-in exam rooms. The second from the left was vacant, and he flipped the sign on the door to “occupied”, ducking inside to drop off the syringe. All that was left after that was to get the patient, and he recruited a gruff, taciturn orderly to speed up the process. They collected Clive from the cafeteria together, easing him into a wheelchair and then carting him back over the exam room.“How was lunch?” Cid asked as they went.Clive looked a bit more settled, a bit more energized than earlier. That was good, that meant they’d fed him to specifications. Sometimes Benedikta liked to… agitate Cid, pretending his instructions had been lost and giving his patients the wrong damn menus.Typical office politics.“Before we can get to your surprise,” Cid continued smoothly, ignoring any shards of irritation. “I need to give you a quick exam.”Clive tilted his head, brows wrinkling in confusion. He was wearing yet another ring gag, drooling from the corner of his mouth. They would’ve replaced it after lunch, meal times being legally mandated breaks from most restraints.“It’s just to check on a few things,” he said in a reassuring tone. “Remember sweetheart, your physical health is very important to me.”Clive shifted a little in the wheelchair, his arms and legs bound in place.“We can’t keep doing therapy if you’re sick, can we?”Clive shook his head vehemently, shaggy black locks whipping through the air.“Good boy,” Cid purred, guiding the wheelchair into the exam room.The orderly helped Cid lift Clive onto the exam chair, strapping his arms to the armrests, his legs to the calf rests. He ended up reclining slightly, legs spread and lifted as if for a gynecological exam. Humming to himself, Cid traced a finger down his inner-thigh, relishing in the way he jumped slightly, still sensitive from the electroshock therapy earlier.Satisfied, Cid dismissed the orderly and snapped on a new pair of disposable gloves. Now that they had their privacy, he intended to use it to the fullest. “Before I sit you back,” he said casually, stepping forward. “Say ahh.”Clive obliged, a quiet “ahh” spilling out around the gag. His eyes were half-lidded, staring ahead with a peculiar blend of vulnerability and desire–a look that was entirely unique to him. And his fingers were curling around the chair, not squeezing or gripping but stabilizing, grounding.Cid leaned forward, tilting his mouth up, peering inside and giving his throat a cursory examination. It looked fine, but it always looked fine. As far as patients went, Clive never got sick. But Cid was nothing if not a diligent doctor, and so he brushed his gloved thumb over a plush lower lip.“Very good, sweetheart,” he said. “I’m going to check a few more things.”He moved his thumb, gliding easily through the sheen of spit. Carefully, slowly, he felt his way along Clive’s gumline, occasionally stopping to rub in small circles. Little moans rewarded his journey, and he eventually slipped deeper inside, tracing along the lip of the ring gag.“Hold still.”Clive’s eyelashes fluttered, and his tongue ended up pressed to the roof of his mouth. Cid coaxed it down, rubbing gently over the top. When he grew bored of that, he pushed down instead, drawing out a loud, lewd moan.“Sensitivity appears normal,” he remarked, rotating his wrist.Below, Cid could see evidence of a rapidly thickening cock. Pleased, he dragged his thumb over the roof of Clive’s mouth, knowing the patient was particularly sensitive there.“Ah–!” Clive gasped, bucking his hips.“Shh,” Cid shushed gently, still rubbing back and forth, lifting his free hand.When Clive bucked his hips again, Cid pinched his inner thigh roughly, delighted as he spasmed.“I told you to stay still.”“Nngh,” Clive moaned his apology, stilling his hips with a shudder.Cid removed his thumb, immediately plunging back in with two fingers. He wasn’t nice about it anymore, thrusting over Clive’s tongue, pushing until his knuckles bumped up against the gag. Then he did it again, and again, until he was sliding as deep as he could. It was a pantomimed throat fuck, not quite as satisfying as real thing, but pleasant none the less.Clive groaned, unable to resist the onslaught. Bound as he was, he couldn’t move away, nor could he bite down. All he could do was sit there, letting Cid do as he pleased, shivering as the sensations heightened and heightened.“That’s it sweetheart,” Cid rumbled. “Just take what I give you.”Clive could no longer control his drool, leaking out around the gag. Nor could he control his muffled noises, the increasingly desperate way he moaned and choked. When he started to shake and tremble, Cid pinched him again, hard.“Close your eyes,” he ordered sharply.Then he plunged his hand in deep, seating his fingers well past the back of Clive’s tongue. It was slightly uncomfortable, the side of his palm pushing hard against the gag. But that was the only way he could get in far enough, and so he tolerated the discomfort.“Breathe. Use your nose.”Cid listened for the sound of inhalation, stroking Clive’s inner thigh. When he finally heard it–a shaky breath–he started moving that hand in soothing, calming circles, willing his patient to match his energy.“Just relax,” he said. “Relax and breathe. All you have to do is breathe.”A single tear leaked down Clive’s cheek, and Cid leaned forward and licked it up before he could stop himself.“Almost done,” he moved his free hand up, shifting so he was cupping Clive’s balls.Gently, he massaged them, providing Clive a much needed distraction. It had the desired effect, his patient almost immediately relaxing. And after a few more seconds, he seemed to embrace the situation, tension dropping out of his frame, erection standing proud between his legs. Then he stopped gagging, simply taking Cid’s fingers instead.“Remember this feeling, sweetheart,” Cid soothed. “Remember how it feels to conquer your impulses.”After another minute, he pulled both of his hands back slowly, wiping away the excess saliva on Clive’s chest.“Open your eyes,” he ordered.The patient looked a bit teary, but it was mixed with whatever strangeness had come over him that morning–the glazed and almost adoring expression. Not quite sure what to make of it, Cid gave him a reassuring smile, and a reassuring pat, then he went to get a few more tools from the cabinet.Of all the people he’d ever had under his care, Clive Rosfield had to be one of the strangest. He had violent fits to be sure, explosions of suppressed rage. And he didn’t seem to get along with any of the other patients, which was what had landed him in Barnabas’ room in the first place. For most of the staff, he was dangerous, wild. But lately, he’d seemed almost… tame.Cid fumbled the speculum he’d been grabbing, accidentally dropping it. The metal clanked loudly, drawing Clive’s eyes. Sighing to himself, he picked it back up, setting it on the tray with the rest of the items. Then he swung around, placing the ensemble on a side table.“Right, let’s get to it, shall we?” he said, more to himself than anything.Clive murmured his assent, a garbled and unnecessary thing. Cid, meanwhile, wheeled over a rolling stool and sat, settling down in his borrowed scrubs. He adjusted the tray, suddenly wishing for a cigarette. But smoking in the hospital was strictly off limits–no matter how attractive the patient was.Said patient was busy making a noise behind his gag, spreading his legs as much as his bonds would allow. An invitation, by the looks of it. Cid had to smile at that, positioning himself between them.Picking up the speculum, he pumped some lube from a bottle and coated it lightly. The metal would be cold, which meant he didn’t want to handle it much. Contact would spoil the effect, and all that. Meanwhile, Clive inched closer to him, his ass practically hanging off the chair.“Always so good for me,” Cid mused, slicking the device one last time for good measure.He reached out with his gloved fingertip, tracing a gentle circle around Clive’s puffy asshole. It tensed a bit under his touch, then relaxed.“This is going to open you up so I can take a look inside,” he said, more out of habit than anything. The view before him was rather distracting, and he intended to savor it.The speculum slid in with little resistance, clearing Clive’s sphincter and settling against his inner walls. When it was fully in position, Cid worked the handle, opening up the paddles. He had one eye on his patient’s legs–shivering slightly from the cold metal–and one eye on his ass, opening beautifully.Cid locked the tool when it started to really come under tension, Clive’s inner walls on full display. He reached out with his fingertip again, brushing between the paddles, tracing a feather-light line down the exposed ridges.“Nngh,” Clive moaned audibly, thighs flexing.Cid had done a good many things to him, a good many treatments, but they’d never touched quite like this. Even with the gloves on, it still felt rather intimate. Not so impersonal as a dildo, and not so purposeful as a therapy session.Remembering himself, Cid suddenly removed his hand. For a single second, he became aware of just how distracted he was. Aware that he wanted to keep touching and teasing and coaxing. Aware that he was acting as if he wasn’t on a schedule. As if he didn’t have other responsibilities. And most concerningly of all, he didn’t seem to be inclined to stop.Shaking his head as if to clear it, he reached for a small paddle. It was a dainty thing on the tray, deceptive. But he knew it would serve him well, as it had in the past.“Now, to test your reflexes,” he drawled, as one would when they were explaining something very obvious. “I’ll be using this, and observing your reactions are within normal parameters–”Suddenly, he stopped talking.Cid stifled a grimace. He’d forgotten to tip the chair back. Clive was peering down at him, exactly as he had during the electroshock therapy that morning. And technically, he really shouldn’t have been. Because now he could see the strikes coming. Anticipate them. Choreograph his reactions.Time to improvise, then.Cid dragged the paddle along Clive’s thigh, looking up and putting on his most charming expression.“Of course, you’re meant to close your eyes,” he said slowly, dragging the paddle back down. “If you don’t, I’ll be forced to repeat the test.”Clive looked at him, confused. But then a hint of red splashed over his cheeks, and his gaze sharpened. Cid lifted the paddle.“I wonder how many tries it’ll take,” he wondered aloud, reaching out with his free hand and stroking Clive’s calf. “Let’s find out, shall we?”He brought the paddle down hard, a loud smack echoing around the exam room. Clive stared at him the entire time, even as his muscles fluttered and his jaw clenched momentarily.“Shame you can’t count them for me,” Cid smiled, feeling his own arousal bloom.He rained down blows on Clive’s left thigh, an orderly line at first, then slowly getting sloppier. It was difficult without checking his position, and he couldn’t exactly look away now. Not after he’d set the whole thing in motion. Until Clive closed his eyes, they’d stay exactly like this, Cid spanking his thigh over, and over, and over…His scrubs were getting tighter by the second. Each little gasp from above had him cursing the fabric, cock rapidly thickening. It wouldn’t have been so bad in his slacks, he told himself–except it actually would’ve been far worse, they had a zipper.“Perhaps we’ll have better luck on the right,” Cid mused, swapping the paddle to his other hand and trying not to think about the problem in his scrubs.He could see every blow unfolding over Clive’s face, a slight tension in his brows, a breathy little inhale. It was followed quickly by a twitch of his jaw, the pain blossoming forth. After a while, it became almost picturesque. A painting in motion, one he wanted to stare at, and stare at, and–Clive blinked, his eyes swimming with unshed tears. Cid didn’t even experience a conscious thought, he simply lifted his hand and smacked harder. He knew with a sudden certainty that he’d keep going, and going, until those tears tracked lines down Clive’s perfect cheeks. That he’d keep going until he got exactly what he wanted, by hook or by crook or by the tone of his voice, turning deeper and darker by the minute.“Would you like me to get the crop, sweetheart?” he asked on a whim, placing a particularly hard whack down.Clive groaned loudly, squirming for the first time. But it wasn’t to escape, no, it was to get closer. To move forward until there wasn’t anything between them at all. Just skin on skin, sweat on sweat–Cid abruptly swapped back to the other thigh, his hand tingling from all the blows. He could hear his heartbeat pounding his ears, desire winding through every muscle in his body. It was unprofessional to keep going in such circumstances–he couldn’t deny that–but at the same time he couldn’t stop himself. He had to keep going, had to see the next twitch of Clive’s brows, the next half-formed plea trace the curve of his lips.“Maybe you’re ready for a cane,” he managed to say, even though his cock was threatening to split the seam of the scrubs.Clive blinked, a single, large tear falling out of the corner of his eye.Cid throbbed.“I want to give you everything, sweetheart. Everything to get you well. But I can’t. Not if you’re holding anything back.”He swapped sides again. Clive shuddered in response, twitching, tugging at his restraints. Another tear dripped free, and Cid heard himself suck in a breath. His arousal was turning painful, neglected and starving between his legs.“Are you holding anything back from me?” he asked, voice grating and deep.Clive stared down with huge eyes, panting around his gag. It was like he’d suddenly been cracked, and now he was spitting open. Cid hit him again, and he started sobbing, eyelids fluttering.“I’m going to give you a chance, sweetheart. Because I think you’re ready.”Another hit. Another sob.“I’m going to forgive you for lying to me,” Cid rumbled. “For not trusting me with your recovery.”Clive let out a strangled cry, his expression wild.“All you have to do is close your eyes. Close your eyes and let go. Let go and stop lying about what you need.”The moment hung in the air, tension thick. But Clive, broken, beautiful Clive, knew to listen to his doctor. And his eyes slipped closed almost immediately, a loud whine accompanying the motion.“That’s right. Just like that.”Cid paused to wipe sweat off his brow. He finally had the opportunity to look down, and he took it, breath catching in his throat. Clive was gorgeous, thighs bright red and already purpling in places. He was tensing around the speculum, as if desperate to keep it inside. And his cock, his cock was positively dripping, threads of arousal running down in his shaft in constant rivulets.“Let it all go. All for me,” Cid rasped.He struck again, watching the way Clive clenched down on the speculum, watching the way his thigh muscles rippled.“Good boy.”Another hit, delivered on the other side. Clive was crying openly now, but he was moaning and whining too, desperate for more. Desperate for everything he deserved.“Focus on me.”Clive keened, bucking his hips.“Do you want something, sweetheart?”Clive slurred something suspiciously close to please, spasming as Cid hit him again.“Do you want to come?” Cid asked. He was acting purely on instinct, his arousal blotting out his reason.With a cry, Clive arched up, his muscles quaking.Cid couldn’t take it anymore. He dropped the paddle and yanked out the speculum, tossing it aside. No one had ever driven him to such lengths before–except Barnabas. But even then he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so disastrously aroused. Maybe when signing away his then-husband’s rights, ensuring the other man’s future would be completely under his own control…Before he even realized he was moving, Cid was half way through yanking down his scrubs, grinding his erection against the curve of Clive’s ass.“Fuck,” he growled, lining up his cock and shoving it in.Their little foray in the yard meant Clive was well lubed. His ass felt like heaven, hot and tight and sucking him in better than any toy.“Perfect little cockslut,” Cid grated, shifted to dig his thumbs into Clive’s abused thighs.He pounded his hips wildly, chasing his pleasure with complete disregard for his patient. It didn’t even matter though, Clive was moaning wantonly, flushed and needy. It was enough to make Cid forget that he wasn’t wearing a condom. Enough to make him forget that this was maybe the stupidest thing he’d ever done. “You can come when I do,” he growled again, knowing it wouldn’t be long for either of them.And it wasn’t, Cid’s resolve lasting hardly a minute. His pleasure spiked and spiked and then exploded in a furious wave. He pushed in deep, balls high and tight, his semen flooding Clive’s waiting hole.The orgasm swept over him roughly, and he dug his nails into Clive’s skin, rewarded with a squeal from above. A second later, ejaculate sprayed over his scrubs from below, the patient finding his own release. But as Cid started to settle into his high, Clive just kept going, bucking and whimpering wildly.Cid allowed him his theatrics, finally feeling a small measure of calm.He’d been wanting to do that for months. Maybe even longer. Frankly, it was a wonder he hadn’t. So rules and regulations and forms be damned. He’d do it again in a heartbeat.Realizing he was still poking with his thumbs, Cid released his hands, rubbing over the stinging flesh instead. Clive didn’t react, finally sinking into the chair, a blissed out and far away look on his face.Cid eventually pulled out, a few lines of come sticking to his cock. He wiped them away, then reached over for the tray. Though he hadn’t exactly planned to need one, he did have a plug ready for Clive, so he figured he might as well use the damn thing. It was a mid-sized model, with only three vibration settings. But it would suffice.Surprisingly, Clive’s hole took the silicon greedily, sucking it inside and clenching around the flared base. Cid stared, then shrugged and tucked his own cock away. It was a fine sight, but one he couldn’t afford to be distracted by.He peeled off his gloves, standing up and sanitizing his hands. Then he picked up the syringe, still sitting innocently on the tray. Remembering procedure, he grabbed an alcohol swab too, swiping it across Clive’s inner thigh. That got a little shiver in reaction, and Cid didn’t hesitate. He depressed the syringe, making sure the aphrodisiac was completely administered. Clive finally seemed to wake up a bit, lifting his head slightly.“Nothing for you to worry about,” Cid soothed.He set about cleaning up, just so no one would ask too many questions about the state of the room. Likewise, his patient was rather disheveled. Some of his come had splashed over his abs, and so Cid wiped it away with a towelette. Idly, he wondered if next time Clive might be made to eat it, so as to fully cement his place.All in due time.Clive was docile as Cid undid his restraints, easing out of the chair and accepting a pair of handcuffs. They walked slowly together through the hallway, down to Jill and the group therapy room. Cid had decided not to bother changing his scrubs. Mostly because they weren’t even his, so he didn’t care if they were dirty.The physical had gone over time, so they entirely missed the group therapy session. Barnabas was the only patient still in the room–under Jill’s supervision of course. She’d gone ahead and changed his clothes, the only other doctor in the hospital who could really handle his moods.“I see we had a fun session,” Cid remarked, parking Clive on his knees near the door.Barnabas was now in a full latex catsuit, complete with a rather severe hood. There were no holes for his eyes or nose, only his mouth, from which protruded a very short hose. No doubt he was still gagged underneath, deafened and blindfolded just as he’d been before. The catsuit also had a zipper on the crotch–a rather delightful feature. It was currently unzipped, revealing a thick, uncaged erection.“He hasn’t ejaculated since you left,” Jill supplied in a detached tone.She was busy fastening a stiff collar around Barnabas’ neck, buckling it securely. Cid walked a few steps forward, examining his ex-husband’s cuffed hands–behind him, naturally–as well as the base of what he recognized as a rather large plug.“Have you got another set?” he asked, gesturing at Clive.Jill smiled, an expression he didn’t even know she could make.“Of course,” she replied. “It’s in the cabinet.”No sooner had Cid beckoned Clive forward then there was a loud knock at the door.“Cidolfus fucking Telamon!” someone shouted.He exchanged a glance with Jill, communicating a silent question: could she handle things by herself? But of course the answer was yes, and so he squeezed Clive’s shoulder as he passed, letting himself out into the hallway.“Benna,” he greeted, wishing again for a cigarette.She snarled her reply, expensive haircut shifting about her face.“You traitorous, greedy–”“Now, there’s no need to get testy–” he tried to interrupt, immediately catching her mood.“Lazy, lecherous–”“Benna.”“Impotent, foolish–”“Oi.”“How could you!” she raised her voice. “How could you cut my funding!”He tapped his foot, thoughts on the room behind him, on the two men he had sworn an oath to treat. This argument in the hallway, in full view of anyone and everyone, hardly constituted doing his job. She knew that, he knew that, and yet here they were anyway.“You know as well as I do,” he cut in, taking the apparent lull. “That the collective–”“The board,” she hissed, correcting him.“The board makes all financial decisions,” he finished, cursing his slip of the tongue. Everyone made them, on occasion.“Don’t fuck with me,” she stepped forward, looking like she meant to slap him. “They take your input. And I know you went to bat for Engineering.”“Engineering is a necessary–”“Oh spare me the sermon, Cidolfus.”“It’s Doctor Telamon,” he corrected, frowning.“Oh but I’m ‘Benna’ am I? The once and future intern? Fuck you. Investigations was making strides. It was working.”“Patient history is at the…” he started.“Discretion of the caregiver,” she spat, finishing the platitude.He exhaled, long and slow. She was still glaring at him, furious. It was just like her. Always angry at anyone and everyone. Always fighting for recognition she could never quite attain.“Doctor Harman,” Cid tried, putting weight into his tone and changing tactics. “If you have a complaint about your department’s discretionary budget, please submit a formal appeal to the board.”“So you can bury it?” she shot back.“I will sponsor it, if you stop trying to feed Clive carrots and lettuce every meal like a goddamn rabbit,” he snapped.Benedikta had the decency to look surprised that he knew, but her face quickly cut back to anger.“Fine,” she snarled, turning on her heel. “But this isn’t over.”“Of course not,” he muttered under his breath and she sped away.Cid took a minute to collect himself, retreating to the restroom and splashing water on his face. He really didn’t have time to deal with the Investigations bullshit. He believed–and maybe it was old school–that the doctor-patient connection was key to treatment. He didn’t need a dossier on Clive to know his mother hated him, or the name of his childhood dog.He merely needed to look into those wide blue eyes, while he pounded deeper and deeper–Cid splashed more water on his face, then stepped out. He found Jill where he’d left her, smoothing Clive’s catsuit. He looked eerily similar to Barnabas, face anonymized by the hood, muscles outlined in shiny black.“Let’s have them face each other,” Cid suggested, bouncing on his toes in an attempt to burn off some agitation. He must’ve been gone longer than he thought, if she’d had time to get a whole catsuit on.Clive’s head tilted, suggesting he was not, in fact, deafened under the hood. So Cid gave his shoulder another reassuring squeeze, not missing the way he leaned into the touch. Barnabas, meanwhile, just knelt motionless, breathing evenly through his tube.“Was she mad about engineering?” Jill asked mildly, encouraging Barnabas to rotate with a light tap.Cid did the same to Clive, helping him shuffle over the mat on the floor.“Aye,” he answered.Jill’s expression didn’t change, because naturally she’d overheard everything.Cid sighed.“The board was very firm. Not that she wants to hear that,” he tried to explain.“Perhaps,” Jill remarked.“What?” Cid knew that tone.He watched as she pulled out a short length of chain, attaching Barnabas’ collar to Clive’s. The two patients were facing each other on their knees, separated by a few scant inches of space.“Perhaps she wants to know that you believe in her idea,” Jill told him, tone betraying nothing.“Well I don’t,” he replied honestly.She hummed and made to reply, but suddenly caught sight of her watch, and her brows furrowed ever so slightly.“Is it really so late?” she said.“Afraid so,” he shrugged. “I can finish up here if you need to…”“Thanks,” Jill rose to her feet. “I’ll give Tarja your best.”It was his turn to snort. She ducked out the door without acknowledging it though, vanishing into the hall.“And then there were three,” Cid remarked, staring down thoughtfully.It was like looking at the edge of a mirror. Barnabas and Clive were nearly indistinguishable, concealed in latex. And sure, Barnabas was bulkier. His cock was slightly thicker. But they were the same height, and had the hoods been removed, they would’ve been gazing straight into each other’s eyes.The length of chain securing their collars had their mouths nearly bumping, twin tubes sucking at the same air. Down below, their cocks were likewise in a predicament. Clive seemed slightly more aware, turning slightly so he brushed Barnabas’ thigh, rather than his groin.Cid trailed over to the side of the room. Barnabas’ chastity cage was drying by the sink, as was his ball gag. That made sense, as the hoods had built-in gags. There was also the remote his butt plug, sitting there innocently. Cid pocketed it with Clive’s, ideas starting to take shape in his head.Moving onward, he passed over a set of clamps in favor of two steel rods. They were narrow, but decently long, hollow on the inside. Jill had even provided two packets of lube, and it all looked clean and sanitized.Behind him, Clive suddenly let out a loud moan. A quick glance over his shoulder revealed squirming and fidgeting.The aphrodisiac was kicking in. He donned a fresh pair of disposable gloves, snapping them into place. Then he tore open one of the lube packets and squeezed it onto a sounding rod. They were identical, which was a shame, as Barnabas could easily take a bigger one. No matter, it was still workable.Cid walked over to the patients, rod in hand. Then he knelt down, grabbing his ex-husbands cock and angling forward. The motion had him rubbing against Clive, who keened and shifted.“Wait your turn,” Cid chided him.Then he thumbed over the slit of Barnabas’ cock, wiping away a few beads of precum. The sound slipped in easily after that, and he pushed it down unceremoniously. Barnabas finally seemed to wake up, realizing it was him nearby, not Jill, and he shifted ever so slightly forward.Cid kissed his latex-covered cheek, rubbing over his glans for a second, playing with the top of the sound. If he knew his husband–and he did–Barnabas would be quite pent up. Jill liked to have him fuck the other patients during group, but normally he’d be allowed to come as much as he liked. Cid’s earlier command to abstain had no doubt kept him simmering, and he was sure to be feeling it.Satisfied, Cid stood back up. He repeated the process with the other sound, lubing it and kneeling back down. However, as his fingers closed around Clive’s cock, there was a muffled shout, and a sudden spurt of come. Surprised, Cid nearly recoiled. But then he remembered the aphrodisiac. He’d never seen it be so effective before, but it was sort of… understandable.“Eager, are we?” he murmured in Clive’s covered ear.Cid took his cock more firmly in hand, ignoring the abbreviated gasps and whines of oversensitivity. Clive’s hardness hadn’t actually diminished, even after the orgasm. So Cid was able to rub over his slit, lining up the sound with his other hand. The two of them had done this before, but never with such a long rod.Gently, Cid pushed in the tip, gripping harder when Clive started to twitch.“Are you going to come for me again, sweetheart?” he smiled.The sound slowly slipped inside, every farther millimeter drawing out consecutive whines and shivers. Cid busied himself kissing Clive's neck, his jaw, occasionally whispering filth in his ear. He knew the rod had to be torturously pleasurable, like a second orgasm immediately after the first. But Clive didn’t come, he just sucked in breaths through his tube, chest expanding beautifully under the latex. Cid couldn’t resist tweaking one of his nipples, enjoying the way it hardened and peaked.He finally got the sound settled, a few drops of fluid leaking out from the hollow core. Idly, he wiped them away, departing with one last kiss on Clive’s neck.“Right then,” he said, rising to his feet. He fished out a remote at random, flicking it on to the highest setting. The reaction was immediate, Barnabas jolting despite himself. The motion had him rutting straight against Clive’s body, cock chasing the friction before his mind even processed the situation.Cid went and found a chair, dragging it over and plopping down next to them. He pulled out Clive’s remote, adjusting so he was holding one in each hand. Then he flicked off Barnabas’ plug at the same time as he turned on Clive’s. Barnabas sagged in relief, but Clive moaned, jerking his own hips.And so they went for a while, Cid playing with the vibrators, turning them up and down. But he made sure that they were never on at the same time, so the two men understood that their pleasure came at each other’s expense.“You know,” he said conversationally, after brutalizing Clive’s prostate for nearly five minutes straight. “I’ll be very disappointed if you come.”Clive whimpered.Cid swapped to Barnabas’ plug.The two men on the floor had shifted, moving so they were bracing against each other. Whomever Cid was tormenting would rut against the other one, finding friction on his thigh, or his stomach, or even his cock. Currently, Barnabas was moaning quietly, his head resting on Clive’s shoulder as he twitched and bucked.Cid stood up, turning Barnabas’ plug off. But he didn’t turn Clive’s on, just gave them both a moment to compose themselves.It also gave him a moment to examine them, taking in their figures, their muscles. The way they were both hard and desperate and leaking–just for him. Truly, he wouldn’t have it any other way.Abruptly, Cid turned both plugs on at the same time. Both men were surprised to find the other reacting. Their cocks mashed together, the sounds oozing clear fluid. Clive, driven by the aphrodisiac, recovered first. He ground against Barnabas’ erection like man possessed, chasing his pleasure with an almost animalistic barbarism.As Barnabas started to respond, Cid reached out and put a thumb over his breathing tube, covering it completely.“Oh dear,” he remarked, wetting his lips. “How’d that happen?”Barnabas tried to inhale, rib cage fluttering. But he couldn’t get any air. Cid heard the links between his cuffs clank, watched as he tried to pull apart his hands. At the same time he started humping Clive almost feverishly, taking control of the pace, pushing them both to go faster. A well trained whore indeed.Cid removed his thumb, a whoosh of air sucking past as he did.Clive seemed determined to reclaim control, snapping his hips, rubbing his chest against Barnabas’. Cid watched for a few moments, then dropped his thumb again, enjoying the way his gorgeous prisoner struggled and twisted for air.“Perhaps I need to provide some… extra therapy,” he mused out loud. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d stayed late at the hospital. Some patients just needed the attention.With an unusually loud moan–even through the gag–Clive tossed his head back. Cid lifted his thumb again, allowing Barnabas to breathe.“Are you going to be a disobedient slut who comes without my permission?” he paused and reached out, running a finger over Clive’s throat. Then he continued, smirking. “Or are you going to be a model patient?”He did wonder, between the aphrodisiac and how he’d denied Barnabas earlier, which of them was more likely to orgasm first. But it didn’t really matter. Whoever it was, he’d find something to do with them.Something clever.Something… fun.Barnabas shuddered. Clive moaned.Smiling, Cid pressed down his thumb again.It was going to be a long night.But not for him.