Michael
Chapter 6: Dr Stanfield
Dr Stanfield was sitting at his dark oaken desk in his office and was busy
flipping through Michael's file while eating his lunch. Dr Stanfield was a tall
man in his late sixties. In his mid thirties, Dr Stanfield was a well-known and
respected psychiatrist. His therapy for rapists and other kinds of sex
disillusioned patients based on a humane treatment and intensive physiological
guidance was very successful and was adapted in almost every state psychiatric
institute. However, his reputation was tarnished 10 years ago, during a trial
process that falsely accused the doctor of severe abuse of his patients. Dr
Stanfield was expelled from the academic society and was forced to resign from
him position as a chairman from the council of mental health care. Bitter and
revengeful as he was at that time, Dr Stanfield acquired the poor paid job as a
physician at the state institute for the criminally insane in a little village
called Black Stone in Maine. He started to work his way up in the institute and
finally ended up to become one of the head physicians. Dr Stanfield no longer
believed that sex criminals should be treated in a humane way, au contrary,
these freaks of nature should be submitted to harsh and severe punishments to
stop them harming others and themselves. Coming from a very religious Catholic
family, Dr Stanfield believed that sex, for any other purpose than propagation,
was a devilish act, provoked by the Satan itself. Today, he would try to save
one of these poor fools from this demonic burden of sex.
When Michael was brought in by Dane, He was quivering from the lack of muscle
control as a result of the anesthetic drug he was given. Dr Stanfield ordered
Dane to remove Michael's clothes and put him in the "treatment" chair, a massive
wooden structure in the middle of the room which has been bolted sturdy into the
floor. Michael was tied up naked with his ankles strapped to the legs of the
chair with metal ankle cuffs, metal cuffs were also placed around his neck, his
waist, and his wrists. Each of these cuffs were secured to the chair so that he
was very restricted in movement. Michael felt humiliated by his enforced pose,
but was also weakly aroused by it, and his dick started to rise a little. What
is wrong with me? He thought by himself, here he was stripped bare naked before
the eyes of two other men and tied up like an lab animal and he was getting wet.
Dr Stanfield observed Michael's minor erection with a disgusted look on his face
and asked Dane to leave the room. " I will call you in to return Mister Ambrose
to his cell when I'm finished with him Dane, go have your lunch." Dane nodded
and closed to door to Dr Stanfield's office while leaving.
The first 5 minutes that Michael was left alone with Dr Stanfield he was ignored
and the doctor walked to the left corner of the room, in which stood a large
bookcase filled with what seemed to Michael hundreds of books. The doctor took a
volume out of the bookcase that was entitled " medical treatments for the
insane" dated 1925 and flipped to a page marked by him with a dodger. He stood
there reading a passage out of the book, while fumbling in his pockets of his
white doctor's coat. He finally fished out his mobile phone and dialed in an
automatic number. "Hello, Dr Stanfield here, I think you can come in over half
an hour, he should be ready by then." After making his short call, the doctor
returned the book in the bookcase and walked over to Michael, who started to
think that however strange this doctor fellow may be, he was surely a physician
since he had the profession's trade mark; an undisguised arrogance towards
patients.
"So Mister Ambrose," he said while he gloved his hands " I think you probably
know that I am Dr Stanfield. I am the physician in charge of your treatment and
mental health. Your progress or your failure to progress will be my
responsibility. Therefore, I do not tolerate any disobedience, anything in your
behavior that what so ever displeases me or will tarnish my reputation here at
Black Stone institute will be severely punished! I thrust that you know in what
kind of institute you are in?"
Michael was looking straight at the face of the doctor, his words has scared him
since they really made him feel like he was some kind of mental health patient
who needed therapy, but if he ever wanted to get someone in authority to listen
to him, this was now or never.
He stumbled; "I.., I don't know where I am, I woke up and the first thing I knew
was that I was strapped down to a operation table. The people in here treat me
horrible and they keep telling me that I am mad, that I deserve to be treated
like this. Please Dr Stanfield, I am not insane nor a criminal. This must be
some kind of mistake and"
Before he could finish his sentence, Dr Stanfield grabbed Michael's balls and
was twisting it until it turned purple. Michael screamed and tears rimmed his
eyes.
"Are you telling me that THIS is the reaction of a normal mentally healthy male?
Shouted the doctor and he nodded to Michael's quickly disappearing erection.
"You are, to address this in more common term, a sick little fucker AND a liar!
Don't tell me that you don't remember raping two young teenage girls and being
sentence for life in an mental health institute for it, don't give me that
amnesia CRAP!"
Michael's heart turned ice-cold when he overheard the doctor's words. No, that
can't be true! He can't recount any of those things. This must be some kind of
mistake, this is a bad dream, nothing more than a nightmare. Within seconds he
would wake up and find himself warm and safe back in his bed with Leasa at is
site. This MUST be a dream!
But it surely wasn't a dream; Dr Stanfield kept shouting abuse in Michael's face
while he tied up his balls with a string of rough rope. He than parted them
using the rope, carving deep into his soft flesh. "Now lift your ass off the
chair." The doctor commanded and Michael, as helpless as he was, obeyed the
order. The doctor ran the rope across Michael's ass, parting his ass cheeks and
cutting into his rosebud. The doctor jerked the rope to assure that pain will be
constantly inflicted upon his victim and finally secured it tightly to Michael's
neck cuff.
"Now let me start over again, Mister Ambrose, do you know in what kind of health
institute you are?" Michael, who was still disillusioned and hoped to be
awakened any time from this nightmare shouted at him; "This is not real and you
are not real, this is a fucking nightmare!" Dr Stanfield's face hardened and
walked to his desk to collect his treatment tools. Michael was obviously going
to be a difficult patient to treat.
"I am afraid that you are still not willing to accept the consequences of your
crimes, maybe this is going to bring you back to reality. Now, this is gonna
hurt you more than it's gonna hurt me." Dr Stanfield placed two steel
sharp-ended pincers on Michael's tortured scrotum. Michael screamed and moaned,
he wriggled his body and arched his back trying to escape the pain. Please, God
let me wake up, Please! Don't let it go on! He shouted in his mind. But God
seemed to be merciless and Dr Stanfield placed five more of these inferno
torture devices on Michael's scrotum. He particularly selected area's which
showed the underlying veins and pinched them to reduce bloodflow out if his
balls, making them to swell up and increasing to his pain.
Dr Stanfield let him suffer for a while, and walked to his desk to get some of
his paperwork done. He sat behind his desk and started typing an article as if
nothing has happened. The time seemed to crawl by for poor Michael and since he
was unable to look down at his crotch he was sure that his balls had been turned
into a bloody mess and would drop off any time. Every minute op pain made him
come more to terms with reality and finally he gave up his though of all this
being a nasty dream and the little bit of hope he had left in his heart left
him. He started sobbing while his body trembled uncontrollably. He felt cold and
abandoned by everybody; Leasa, his friends and his parents. He remembered that
his parents had taught him to be strong and to respect himself. If they could
see what has become of him now. How ashamed would they be!
Finally, Dr Stanfield was finished with his article and walked back again to see
Michael. He observed his patient's fear and distress; tears were running down
his face and dripped onto his naked body. He was sobbing loudly and his body was
trembling. Good, very good, thought the doctor, I think this may have done the
trick. He stared right into Michael's face and said; "So Mister Ambrose, still
thinking that this is all just a rosy day dream and not harsh reality, or have
you come to your senses?
Michael didn't know how fast he had to nod to please the sadistic doctor. "Yes,
you are right, this is not a dream, this is real. Please don't hurt me no more."
Dr Stanfield smiled contently; "You see! With a little help and you will be
better within months! Now let me work down my little checklist. Can you finally
tell me in what kind of institute you are committed? And remember the pincers!"
"It's.... It's the state asylum of the mentally insane."
"Correct! Very good! Now, next question. Why are you committed in here?"
Michael hesitated to answer this question, he knew what Dr Stanfield wanted him
to say, but answering the right answer will also mean that he will admit to his
fictive crimes. Since he was innocent, discriminating himself felt like a
terrible thing to do. Although it seemed impossible to him to convince anyone in
this institute of his innocence, he still had his morals values, and admitting
to crimes as low as rape and murder of defenseless young girls, which he could
never commit, was almost as bad as actually committing the crimes themselves.
Dr Stanfield waited impatiently for a couple of seconds and that turned away
from Michael while he shake his head. This was going to be a long session. He
walked over to his tool cabinet and collected some sterile number 4 stitch
threads, needles and a pot of Vaseline and laid them neatly on the table in
front of Michael. He also collected what seemed like long flexible sticks with
different thickness and also displayed them on the table as if he tried to make
sure that Michael noticed them.
Without further saying a word, Dr Stanfield grabbed Michael's cock and picked up
the thinnest stick displayed on the table. Michael, finally realizing what the
doctor wanted to do was sick with fair and tried to free himself from his bonds.
Dr Stanfield watched his fruitless attempts and felt pity for the deranged
creature. This however didn't prevent him from proceeding his treatment and
before the eyes of his devastated victim he inserted the 10 cm long thin stick
into his urine tube. Michael once again screamed out of pain and twisted in his
bonds. The doctor inserted the stick as far as he could and then pulled it out
slowly. He rubbed the stick against the urine tube's wall, causing Michael to
howl like a wounded animal. The doctor played with Michael's cock for a couple
of minutes and then retreated the torture device. Michael felt like his penis
was on fire and he was breathing heavily trying to relieve himself from some of
the pain. He saw trough his half closed eyes that the doctor picked up the
second stick in his arrangement, also 10 cm long and flexible, but thicker that
the first one. Michael shrugged and started to beg the doctor not to insert it
in him but his pleas were totally ignored. Carefully, the second stick was
inserted into Michael's cock and this one was causing him even more distress
than the first. The doctor worked down all the seven different sizes of sticks,
ending up with inserting a thick stick with a diameter of 1 cm into Michael's
tormented lid, he shoved it in and out for a while before inserting it as far as
he could into Michael's penis and leaving it there. Michael in the mean time
went almost mad because of the pain and was only able to produce animal like
sounds to express his distress. Dr Stanfield finally inserted dollops of
Vaseline into his enlarged urine tube and sealed the opening with neat surgical
stitches, trapping the stick inside his cock.
Dr Stanfield removed his gloves and washed his hands with disinfecting soap.
"You won't be able to urinate for while Mister Ambrose. The stick however won't
damage your urine tube permanently, it's only giving you an amount of discomfort
at the time being." Michael thought that the word "discomfort" was a real
understatement compared to what he was going through. He felt as if a whole box
of razorblades were inserted in his penis and every tough however gentle caused
an explosion of suffering.
Dr Stanfield was standing before Michael admiring his handiwork when someone
knocked on the door. "Come in Miss Belinda, the door is not locked." When the
door opened, a beautiful young girl in a tight sexy nurse uniform entered the
room. She had a somewhat dark colored skin, but it was difficult for Michael to
identify her race, she had long straight dark brown hair and was build quite
petite, just like Asian girls, but she also had wide European eyes and a
delicate Caucasian nose. Her firm boezem seemed to be just the right size for
her body but what Michael was most excited about were her ruby colored lips.
They looked like two beautiful precious stones.
"I believe that Mister Ambrose is still refusing to accept his punishments for
his crimes Miss Belinda, I have hoped that this part of the procedure was not
necessary for him but it seems to be unavoidable. Will you be so kind to lead
this poor disillusioned creature through the rest of the protocol?"
"I will see to that doctor, leave it to me."
"Good, than I will check on him in the evening."
Nurse Belinda called in two orderlies to help her free Michael from the chair.
They removed his ankle, neck and hand cuffs, but left the rope and pincers in
their place. When they lifted Michael up, the pain caused by the pincers hanging
from his scrotum watered his eyes. As they made him walk towards the door, the
rough string of rope that parted his ass cheeks and his balls started to rub
against his soft delicate flesh, making him grimace. He was only able to take
small steps at the time, since any rough movement increase his torment.
The orderlies however were in a hurry and started to push Michael to make him
walk faster. When they reached the door, nurse Belinda told the orderlies to
hold and she quickly grabbed the dog leash which was used to guide Michael to Dr
Stanford from the table and attached it to his neck. "We don't want you to cause
any trouble, do we?" And she looked him straight in the eyes to spot any sign of
resistance. Michael draw ashamed his eyes to the floor and shake his head. "Good
boy." She smiled and walked into the corridor, followed by the orderlies who
dragged Michael's naked and tormented body to his next ordeal.
