Michael
Chapter 5 : Dane
Three weeks later, Michael was standing in the corridor in front of Dr
Stanfield's room. A white orderly called Dane has brought him here to see doctor
Stanfield for an examination. In order to keep Michael docile during the whole
procedure, he was drugged with propafol, to make him too dizzy and nauseous to
run away or give any resistance.
During these two weeks in the asylum, Michael's health was restoring and the
surgical wound on his penis was healed. Although they made him wear the
straitjacket and the crotch strap all the time, he has grown used to it. The
crotch strap could even arouse him when he made a certain motion or when he sat
in a specific way. Sometimes late at night, when he was locked away in his cell
after Angelica has fed him his meal and kissed him goodnight he would try to
masturbate by flexing his pelvis muscles rhythmically and adding pressure to his
crotch trap. The first few times he did this he used to picture Leasa before
him, lying naked in front of him, with her milky white skin and perfect shaped
breast as round and soft as peaches. He would imagine sliding his throbbing lid
into her warm and moist vagina, kissing her golden manes and burying his face in
her neck. But lately, the memory of her began to fade and Michael started
picturing nurse Angelica during his feeble attempts to masturbate. He was
ashamed of this behavior, finding it perverse of himself to be aroused in even
these kind of surroundings, however it was his only escape from the horrors he
had to endure in reality. Jake and his pale Fly (the other black orderly) bathed
him every 3 days and every time they would chain him, humiliate him and rape
him. Jake was resourceful and tried out different ways to make his life a living
hell. At one time he stuck the water hose in Michael's ass and turned up the
jet. Michael was screaming while his bowels filled with gallons and gallons of
water and he suffered from severe diarrhea afterwards. The orderlies mockingly
wrapped him into a diaper to prevent him from soiling his cell, but refused to
change him till the next washing day, leaving him to sit and sleep in his own
excrements. They also refused to let him go to the toilet when they were in
charge, forcing him to pie in his pants.
"Look what our little demented friend is doing, can't even keep his bladder in
control." Said Jake when he brought in Michael's meal and saw his yellow stained
crotch. "Since you soil yourself like an animal you maybe should also eat like
one!" He poured the porridge all over Michael's crotch and ordered him to lick
it up. Michael, afraid of the cruel punishment that awaits him if he refused,
bended over and licked up the porridge from his own urine stained crotch, while
Jake laughed and amused himself over his humiliation. Michael hated Jake, but he
was also very afraid of him, so when this morning Jake entered Michael's cell
together with Dane to bring him to Dr Stanfield, Michael jumped up en fled to
the door. Jake however was really fast and caught Michael by his legs. Michael
fell with his face down on the floor while Dane jumped on his back and locked
him into position by pushing his knees in his spine and securing his head with
both his hands. Michael screamed and tried to free himself from Dane's grip, but
with the straitjacket on, he couldn't use his arms. Dane pushed Michael's face
deep down the soft padding of the floor, silencing his screams. Jake pulled down
Michael's pants and inserted a thick needle in his buttock and emptied the
syringe, releasing the anesthetic. Michael moaned softly, while Jake rubbed the
drug in to his muscles, and pulled his pants back up. They left him lying there
for a while to let the drugs kick in.
"What are you going to do with me?" Whispered Michael while he tried to get up,
but his muscles were getting numb. He started to transpire heavily and his
vision got blurry. Finally, he managed to lift his head an inch from the floor
to look up at his tormentors. Jake was leaning against the porch of the door,
smoking a cigarette, while Dane was fumbling in his jacket pocket, trying to
find something. He fished out a set of ankle cuffs and some kind of dog leash
and started to approach Michael. "Easy sport, we are not going to hurt you, we
are bringing you to see Dr Stanfield for a general examination. If you work with
us I promise that you will be back safe in your cell in no time. Now hold your
legs still and let me put these on." Michael obeyed the orderly and stopped
trying to kick him with his legs. He recognized Dane as the friendly orderly who
spoke to him after the operation he was subdued to during his first day at the
Asylum. Although he wasn't sure that his intensions were benign, he trusted the
long, dark haired orderly with the honest looking face more than he trusted
Jake. Dane secured the ankle cuffs around his ankles and put a leather collar
around his neck. The collar was attached to a thick long chain, just like one
you would use to walk a dog. "Ok my friend, get up now, we are ready to go."
Dane gently grabbed Michael's left arm and tried to get him up from the floor.
He tried to let Michael stand up on his own but he was already way off and kept
going through his knees, fallen back on Dane for support. "Damm it! Jake, can't
you move you're sorry ass over here and help me with him? He is way off by now,
we should have brought the wheelchair!" Jake, who has been standing by the door
relaxing, came over and grabbed the leash out of Dane's hands. "You don't have
to help him to get up his feet. He can do that by himself! Drop him and I will
show you." Dane, not sure what Jake meant, let Michael's weakened body slides
down to the floor. Jake shortened the leash en jerked hard. Michael felt the
collar around his neck tightening, making it hard for him to breathe. "Now let's
see if our little pet is still to weak to walk by itself." Said Jake, smiling
devilishly and started pulling the collar while he walked to the door, dragging
Michael over the floor by his throat. Michael was suffocating and started to
cough and breath spadismatically, he tried to get up to avoid strangulation, but
once he was on his knees after great efforts, Jake would shorten the leash and
jerk hard, causing Michael to land face down to the floor. "COME ON YOU PATHETIC
LITTLE DICK, YOU DON'T WANNA GET ME MAD!" Shouted Jake and started kicking
Michael in his testicles while shortening the leash even more. Michael was lying
on the floor, twisting in pain and gasping for air while he started to black
out. "What are you doing? Stop that! Are you trying to kill the guy?" Dane
stormed up at Jake and tried to grab the leash out of his hands, but Jake pushed
him fiendishly aside and Dane landed with his back against the padded walls.
"Don't spoil this mother fucker Dane, He is walking on his own shitty legs to
the doctor and we ain't gonna carry or drag him. Now get up or I am going to
lynch you alive you sick little dick!" Again Jake jerked on the leash and
Michael was cut off air all together, panicking, he started to crawl on his
strapped elbows and his knees to get closer to Jake in order to relax the leash.
Jake seemed to be amused by this and loosened the leash a little, while he
watched his victim crawl like a dog. When Michael reached Jake's feet, he tried
to get up on his feet, but his legs felt like they were turned into jelly and he
kept falling back on his fours. Jake, sadistic as he was, took this opportunity
to step on Michael's right foot, leaning with his whole weight on it. Michael
screamed and tried to pull back his foot, but Jake tightened the leash till up
to a few inches, forcing Michael to sit strait up and to stretch his neck in
order to avoid suffocation.
"Jake, this is enough! If you don't let him go I will report you to Dr
Stanfield!" Dane voice trembled of anger and frustration. Although Dane was a
strong man in his early thirties, he was no match for Jake and incidents like
these always made him feel helpless. The only thing he can do now is trying to
reason with him.
"Please Jake, leave him alone, you don't wanna get into serious trouble because
of him, do you?" Jake gave Dane a dirty look and for a while Dane was afraid
that his comments on his behavior would only feed his anger, making it even
worse for the poor soul who was delivered at his mercy. To his great relieve,
Jake let the leash go and Michael who was almost passed out fell coughing and
gasping back on the floor. "If you want to drag him two corridors down to see
Stanfield, fine, but don't expect me to help you with it." Jake cleared his
throat and angrily spit on the floor next to Michael. "This little sick dick
ain't worth it!" Jake left the room, leaving him alone to take care of patient.
Dane carefully lifted Michael up by his arms, he didn't want to upset him
anymore than he al ready was after suffering from Jake's treatment. " Hee sport,
are you OK? Just keep on breathing, let me loosen this dam collar for you." Dane
widened the collar around Michael's neck when he noticed the red stains that the
collar left in his flesh. Dam, he thought, Jake must have jerked on that leash
real hard...poor guy. Angelica was right asking me to accompany Jake to pick him
up to see Dr Stanfield. If Jake had gone alone or together with that no good
pale of his, they would have certainly made it real hard for the poor devil. He
let Michael sit straight up and recover for a while before he started helping
him up his feet. "So, do you think you can walk together with me to see Dr
Stanfield?" he asked and gave Michael a friendly smile. Michael, although still
shaking from exhaustion, was thankful for Dane's kindness and nodded. Dane led
Michael trough the door, while supporting him with his right arm.
