As is my daily ritual, I got home from work and into my running outfit (shorts, t-shirt, ankle socks and Nikes) and started my run. It was a beautiful day outside as I went through my usual route around town. I know some people like to change it up a little bit but I like to do this one route in particular for a specific reason, it goes right past the mental hospital on the corner. I’ve always been curious about what goes on in there, loving the idea of someone’s freedom being taken away, infantilized, forced into bondage against their will. Just thinking about it makes me want to get closer and closer.

But unfortunately a security guard always waits at the front, blocking anyone not authorized (or sane enough) to be there. Today was a special day though. As I ran past the front gate I noticed that the guard had fallen asleep. Do I dare run past to scope out the grounds of this place. I knew I only had a short time to decide so I quickly ran past him.

I heard nothing behind me so I knew he was still asleep but I decided to go a little faster until I was completely out of his line of sight. Luckily after a while some trees blocked his view. I was now free to tour the facility. I ran along a circular driveway, trees and bushes to my right, to my left a distance away was the fence that I had miraculously gotten past. After a while my right side opened up and I saw a field but no people. Soon to my left I saw more fields, a garden, basketball court, but still no people. Soon I had gotten to the front entrance of the place and I had still seen nothing interesting. This looked like a dead end.

Then I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned around and saw two very large men wearing scrubs standing in front of me. My first thought was “uh oh”

Man- You lost sir?

I had no idea what to say, I couldn’t very well tell these men the truth.

Man- We’ve been looking at you running around in circles for the past 10 minutes here and we’re a little worried about you.

Me- No reason to worry about me. I was just leaving.

The man stopped me.

Man- Sir, you’re not in trouble. We were just wondering why you won’t go inside and get the help you need.

I looked at them for a moment, completely out of options. I guess I had no other choice.

Me- Sure, yeah I was just about to go in there now. Just enjoying this weather.

They looked at me for a moment, I could tell they weren’t going to take their eyes off me so I just decided to turn around and head toward the main entrance.

Me- Thanks guys

Wow, I was going inside.

I walked up to the window in the main lobby and the receptionist there gave me some forms to fill out. I took the clipboard over to a waiting room chair and began to write my name, address, and so on. At the bottom of the page, it said “by signing this, you authorize that you are signing yourself over to our care.” That was a little weird. I was not looking to become an in-house patient here so I walked back up to the window to ask the receptionist what this meant.

Nurse- Oh, it’s just a formality. Doesn’t mean much unless you are thinking of harming yourself or others. Don’t worry about it.

I looked at the form again, it still didn’t feel right to me but I figured my chances of getting committed here were very low as I was not a danger so I just decided to sign it and hand it back over to the nurse.

Nurse- Thank you dear, the doctor will be out to see you momentarily.

I walked back to the waiting area to take a seat. I suddenly started to feel that anxious, excited feeling I got when I went to doctor’s offices. Soon I would be walking in to see a doctor, someone who would be taking care of me and only paying attention solely to me for a short while. It felt really good to think about, so good I started to get an erection. I wish I masturbated before I got here, I hate having erections at the doctors. Even at the therapist, she’ll be able to tell I’m uncomfortable and god forbid, she may even want to talk about it. I hope not.

My thoughts were interrupted when the doctor came through a door from the right hand side and called my name. I followed her inside and she pointed me into a nicely furnished office with a wooden desk, book shelf, rug, and a leather chair facing a leather couch.

Doctor- You just sit down in there and make yourself comfortable.

I tried to figure out what she meant by “get comfortable”, are you supposed to lay down on the couch or just sit on it. I decided to lay down which I figured out was not the best move. The doctor’s name was Dr. Chang. Her first directive was for me to close my eyes.

Dr. Chang- Now let your body relax. Your neck is getting is becoming untense, your arms, legs are unwinding, everything in this room is safe.

She had a soothing voice, too soothing. I wanted to relax, i.e put my hand down my pants and jerk off. I had to keep reminding myself where I was but my arms were constantly moving from the tip of my pants to back down on the couch. I figured she saw this, but luckily she continued to say nothing. After what was a hard session, I was very happy to learn that the time was up. But before I could go, she stopped me.

Dr. Chang- Not so fast Jeffrey. I’ve noticed that with a lot of my patients, there is a curiosity about what happens here. They fear the mental health process because they fear it will infantilize them. That’s why one thing I like to do with my patients is let them tour our facility with me, let them know what services we have available. So why don’t you come with me?

Wow. I didn’t know what to say. This was always like a dream of mine to see what went on in places like this. I guess I had no choice, I was going to tour the mental hospital. I followed her out of the office, the first thing I noticed was she had really nice legs, propped up perfectly in heels. Ahhh, my erection was throbbing.

Dr. Chang- Are you ok Jeffrey?

Me- Yes.

Dr. Chang- You know you seem like a very stressed young man Jeffrey, you may want to consider a couple days stay here at the hospital.

I was starting to get worried now, why would she even say that. I’m not insane, I’m fine.

She led me to some double doors and we both walked through, as they shut I heard a click. I turned around only to find that they were locked.

Me- Hey!

Dr. Chang put her hands on my shoulders.

Chang-Don’t worry Jeffrey, it’s just so that other patients can’t get out.

This did not put me at any greater ease. I didn’t understand why I was back here to begin with. Then I saw a blonde nurse in front of us, very attractive, her name was Danielle.

Chang- Jeffrey, this is Danielle. She’ll be accompanying us on the tour.

I just nodded my head hi. I was getting confused and my erection wasn’t helping my emotional state either. The three of us walked down the hallway, occasionally we would see a nurse helping a patient. Jeffrey noticed that all the patients wore hospital gowns, but more interestingly, they were all diapered.

Me- Is every patient diapered?

Chang- Yes Jeffrey, until we know that they can be trusted we take all the clothes away from the patients, including underwear.

How humiliating I thought. I really don’t want to be here anymore. But before I could tell them I wanted to leave, we had reached the first room on the tour.

Chang- Jeffrey, here is where patients are usually first assessed. It’s where we find out if they’ve been cutting themselves, if they are hiding anything. Stuff like that.

I looked inside. It appeared like a regular doctors office, with an examining table with stirrups and a bunch of medical equipment on the walls. I didn’t want to go in but Dr. Chang wanted me to head in further. I looked around, then I heard a loudspeaker announcement asking for Chang to come quick, there was an emergency.

Dr. Chang- Oh boy, Jeffrey I just need to check on one thing. Why don’t you stay here and I’ll be right back.

I tried to protest but she left before I could even say anything. What the heck am I doing here? This place is just weird. I don’t want to be here anymore. Time passed, what feels like forever. Then another pretty nurse walked passed and noticed I was just sitting in there.

Nurse- Oh my god, i’m sorry. I wasn’t told there was anyone in here.

I didn’t know what she meant by that so I just said I was with Dr. Chang.

Nurse- I’m sure you are (putting her hand on my shoulder) but I know she’s been called away for a while so I can do your in-take for you.

Me- My in-take? Oh no, i’m not…

She started comforting me.

Nurse- Shhh, it’s ok. It can be scary at first but I guarantee you’ll feel better after your stay

Me- No, you don’t understand I’m not a patient here I..

She sighed and then yelled the name JOHN. Before I knew it a very big man in hospital scrubs was blocking the rooms only door and I was getting very afraid.

Nurse- I think we have an uncooperative patient.

John grunted in the affirmative and before I knew it I was being lifted up, kicking and screaming and being put on the examining table. What I missed before were the leather cuffs right by my wrists or the others that were by my ankles. John held me in place while this psycho nurse started strapping me to the table. Before I knew it was totally immobilized.

Nurse- Now, let’s have a look at you.

John held my head as the nurse began to look into my ears and up my nose.

Nurse- Can you say ahhh for me?

I refused. I bit down as hard as I could but these 2 were clearly trained for this. She started tickling me under my arms, I tried to stifle a laugh but it got my mouth open long enough for John to keep it forced open while she looked inside with the light, then ran a finger around in there and under my tongue to make sure nothing was concealed.

Nurse-There, that wasn’t so bad was it. (patting me on the head like I was a child.)

She then proceeded to move down to the my shirt where she lifted it up to take a look at my stomach. She saw that there were no marks there but she continued to trace her surgical gloved hands over my chest and flat stomach for several seconds before putting the stethoscope in her ears. She didn’t even bother for deep breaths, she knew I wouldn’t give them. So she just continued to run the scope along my stomach and chest. I didn’t want to admit it but I was getting very aroused.

Nurse- Ok honey, I’m sorry but I’m going to have to take your pants down to look at your thighs and groin.

Thinking immediately of my erection, I tried desperately to get up from the table and or keep the belt and buttons holding my shorts up away from her prying hands. Of course there wasn’t much place I could go. I felt the belt being loosened, the button of the shorts being unsnapped, the anticipation of the zipper being pulled down made me shiver. Before I knew it my shorts were being pulled down to my ankles and the bulge in my underwear was clear to see.

Nurse- Well look at that John, someone looks happy to see us finally. It’s a good thing we’re going to be putting this one in diapers, he’s about to explode.

I was so humiliated. I looked over to John who just gave a little smirk.

Nurse- Well let’s get this finished up.

She first pushed the bottoms of my boxers up to take a look at my thighs. She again ran her hands all over them, it sort of felt like a massage except I had to keep telling myself to stop getting excited. It didn’t do much good.

Nurse- Alright honey, lets get these down.

There was nothing I could do about it. The underwear were coming down. Before I knew it I was exposed for her and John to see. She first handled my penis, then she had John hold it out of the way so that she could hold each one of my balls in her hand, seemingly checking for testicular cancer.

Nurse- Ok, one more thing to go.

Soon my wrists were detached from my tables, followed by my ankles. But before I could make any sudden movements, or reach to pull my pants up, John picked me up and flipped me over on my stomach. I was told to stand at the foot of the table and bend over. Oh what horror is going to come next I thought. I did as was told. John sat on the side of the table holding me at my sides. The nurse was behind me. I heard a fresh glove being put on.

Nurse- Ok baby, just relax, this will just take a moment.

Me- What will? Ahhh

I felt her hand pry open my anal cavity while a finger and then several others entered.

Me- Stop, stop please

She didn’t listen.

Nurse- It’s ok honey, just a few more seconds. We just have to make sure there are no drugs up there.

What? She kept going deeper and deeper, as deep as her fingers were allowed to go. This was driving me insane. I bucked and tried to get off the table but John kept a firm grip on me. It looked like she was finger fucking my ass while I was humping the table.

Dr. Chang- what the heck is going on in here?

Everything stopped for a moment and the 3 of us all turned toward the door to see Dr. Chang and Danielle standing there.

Dr. Chang- Betty, please take your hand out of my patients ass.

She did and John let go of me. I stood up, turned around, covering my throbbing penis with my hands although everyone in the room knew what I was hiding.

Chang- Betty, John your services are no longer required right now. Please leave.

Betty- Yes, sorry Dr. Chang.

Both Betty and John left. Dr. Chang then turned her attention back to me.

Dr. Chang- I’m sorry about that Jeffrey.

Me- You’re sorry! (I was about to explode). You’re sorry. I want to get out of this mad house right now. This place is for and being run by crazy people. I am not crazy.

Dr. Chang- No one is saying you are Jeffrey. I merely just want to show you what the hospital has to offer.

Me- Well, not interested. I’ll just take some meds and be on my way.

I then realized I was still standing there naked. I went down to pull my shorts up and was surprised the doctor allowed me to do so.

Dr. Chang- Jeffrey, you are not a patient here. You are allowed to do what you want but I do promise that I am your friend, you are very important to me and I want what’s best for you.

Something about how the doctor talked made me want to think about it. Plus I was still curious. I was just not sure.

I know this is a little different than most of the stories on here but I really like these institutional premises. But I’m curious how many of you are into it. I’ll decide whether to continue my story based on responses I get.