I struggle against my straight jacket, my naked legs kicking against the padded floor, as my exposed cock flops around. Where am I? The last thing I remember was being at the pub, then my memories get fuzzy. I look around the padded room as I calm down slightly, still pulling on the jacket but accepting that it won't loosen. Am I in a padded cell? How did I get here? Why am I here?:

I turn as I hear a sudden noise, the door to the room unlocking and opening. Feel8ng vulnerable I begin to struggle again as a man calmly enters.

"Please remain calm." "Where am I?"

"You're in a psych ward, yiu were brought here after your episode." What did I do?

"What? I don't remember doing anything." The man smiles down at me.

"No, you wouldn't. The drugs I gave you that night have that affect, but they did make you look crazy and act out." What? He drugged me? Why? I struggle against my restraints as I begin to panic, what is going on?

"You see I've been watching yiu for a while. I love you. I have every since we first met, ever since I first saw you." He loves me? I don't even know who this creep even is.

"But I knew that you were married, so I couldn't have you, so I devised a plan to get yiu away from him. Now we we can be together and be truely happy." I flinch as he gently strokes my face, causing me to back away from him.

"You're crazy! Just wait till I tell everyone what you did." I frantically pull on my jacket trying to get my arms free to defend myself from my stalker.

"Calm down or I'll have to sedate you."

"Don't tell me to be calm! You drugged me and had me locked away!" He sighs and calmly pulls out a needle and walks towards me, I struggle to move away but get nowhere trapped in my straight jacket. I feel the sting of the needle as he injects me with something, my mind quickly becoming slow, my heart rate dropping and my body becoming sluggish. I sit humbly staring at my captor, unable to do anything except watch and listen.

"You can tell who ever you wish, but no one will believe you, I'll just tell them that it's all part of your delusion. But for now I think I'll just have to muzzle you for safety reasons. Maybe a week without the freedom to speak will change your attitude " I try to move but my drugged body fails to respond as a muzzle is placed over my drooling mouth and tightly strapped on, preventing me from telling anyone the truth, but my captor is probably right, who are they going to bel8eve, me, a committed crazy person, or him, a doctor in charge of my treatment.

"If you behave though you will find your stay quite pleasurable." I try to move as I suddenly feel his hand gently stroke my exposed cock, faint moans making it through my gag as he let's go of my now hard cock.

"Well, I have patients to see, but don't worry, I'll be back to check on you, my special patient, later. I love you my dear, and in time you'll realise that you love me as well." I flinch slightly as he kisses my forehead and walks away, the door locking behind him, leaving me slumped helplessly against the wall, unable to move and barely able to think.

I jump slightly as the door unlocks and stare at the door worriedly, is he back? What will he do with me now? A wave of relief washes over me as someone else in a medical uniform enters, at least it isn't my stalker.

"Hello. Are you hungry? If I remove the muzzle will you behave?" Although his voice is slightly patronising, like he was talking to a child, a dog or an idiot, I am hungry. I nod my head, maybe I can also get out of this restraining jacket I'm locked into.

I flex my jaw slightly as the muzzle is removed, happy to be able to move it once again.

"Does that feel better? If you behave then we can leave it off."

"Yes, much better thanks. Well you also remove my jacket so that I can eat?" He gives me a friendly smile as he sits me up in a more upright position.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, you notes say that you might be aggressive and Tey to escape if I do, so I have to keep it on for your own safety and mine." What? That doctor must have written those notes.

"Then how am I supposed to eat?"

"I'll fed you." I feel slightly embarrassed by the idea of being fed like a helpless baby.

"I'm not a baby." He backs away slightly at my slight outburst.

"You need to remain calm." Not wanting to look crazy I force myself to swallow my pride.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude or aggressive, it's just a bit humiliating, I can feed myself." He give me a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry, I'm sure that if you show progress and corporate you'll be allowed out of it." He seems quite nice, unlike the creep in charge of me, maybe i can get him on my side if I behave. I open my mouth as he brings a spoon towards me and obediently eat my meal, the bland food reminding me of school meals, not particularly great but it gets rid of my hunger so I guess I can't complain to much.

Finishing my dinner my mouth is wiped with a napkin.

"Can I tell you something."

"What's that?"

"I'm not supposed to be here. The man in charge of my treatment drugged me and got me locked away in here. He's like some sort of creepy stalker and wants to keep me locked up he so that he can be with me." The man looks shocked and a bit confused, his face looking at me as if he feels pity for me.

"That's quite the story but your doctor only has the best interests in mind for you, he just wants you to get better. What you are saying right now is just a fantasy, a paranoid delusion, you're safe here." Frustration builds as he just ignores my situation as if it's some crazy tale.

"He said it himself, check your camera recordings!"

"I'm sure it may have sounded to you like that's what he said but he isn't like that.

"Why won't you believe me!" He backs away slightly.

"Calm down." I've had enough of being calm, it got me nowhere, I'm being held captive by a creepy doctor and I want out.

"Calm! I'm being held prisoner by my stalker!" I struggle to get to my feet.

"Let me out, please, I shouldn't be here." I watch as the nurse pulls out a needle and I shake my head and back away into thw padded wall as he walks towards me.

"No. No, not more drugs! Please listen to m..." I feel the sting of the needle and the sedative take hold once again, my mind bwc9ming foggy and my body relaxing and sliding to the floor.

"Now, you were doing so great until then, I really didn't want to drug you, but you need to remain claim. Now it seems that someone forgot to diaper you earlier, so I'll do that before you are left to sleep." My body refuses to fight as I'm laid down and humiliatingly a diaper is place over me like a large baby. Am I expected to piss myself? Do I not get to use a toilet?

"There you go, now you can go to the bathroom if you need to and not make a mess." I try to glare at him but my unfocused eye probably look more crazy than threatening.

"Goodnight. Sleep well." Im left laying on the padded floor, unable to move, my sedated mouth drooling, as the door shuts and lock, the light turning off, leaving me alone in the dark. As the drugs relax my body I feel as if I'm swallowed by the darkness, the floor surprisingly comfortable, my eye struggle to focus on anything in the inky blackness, their eye lids growing heavy as I drift off to sleep.

I awake to sudden blinding light and uncomfortable preasure in my bladder. I wiggle in my straight jacket and try to ignore my need to pee, with the light on I'm sure I'll be visited soon, maybe I can ask to be taken to the bathroom and escape my prison cell.

As I struggle to sit up against the wall I groan in discomfort as my need to pee grows, my body straining to hold it in as I feel a small trickle of dampness in my crotch as a small amount of puss leaks out uncontrollably. I lean my head back against the wall and tears form in my eyes as I let out a desperate, humiliated, disgusted and relieved groan as unable to hold it in any longer I piss myself, my diaper quickly growing wet and soggy, as I'm forced to sit helplessly in my waste and wait for the nurses or worse, my doctor, to visit me and remove it.

I turn as I hear the door unlock and a nurse walk in carrying a tray, presumably my breakfast.

"Oh dear, it looks like someone needs an accident. It's a good thing you were put in a diaper, I'll have to make a note to keep in them if you can't control yourself." What? I'm not some helpless mental patient, I can control my bladder.

"I don't need diapers, I'm just trapped in this damn room and this stupid jacket so I couldn't go to the bathroom."

"Now now, there's no need to be confrontational about having a little accident, many patients here have them." I roll my eyes in frustration.

"I'm not a patient, the doctor kidnapped me and is keeping me prisoner here against my will." Relief fills my mind as his face turns sympathetic, does he believe me?

"I know that you might think that but trust me, everything is fine and all your doctor wants to do is treat you." I lean my head back in despair, why will no one listen to me?

"Now then, will you let me change you?" Needing to be changed I nod and look away in both embarrassed and sadness at once again not being believed.

"There, all better. Now then, let's get you upright for breakfast, you must be hungry?" I have to admit I am pleased to be out of that soggy diaper and I am feeling hungry, although I still wish that I can get out of this damn jacket rather than being constantly treated like a helpless child.

"Can I be let out of this jacket? I won't do anything, I just want to feed myself."

"I'm sorry, your doctor has to make that decision, you might be peaceful now but your notes say that you could get violent at any moment. Maybe if you keep behaving and show progress you can be trusted enough to be out of the jacket." I nod as he smiles, right now it's probably best to play along, including letting him feed me.

I feel my mouth get wiped clean and a bottle of water is brought to my lips, realising how thirsty I am I gulp down the refreshing water, part of me hoping that it won't make me piss myself again.

"Now that's all done, time for your medication." Medicine? What has that creepy doctor prescribed me to take? I can't take it, I don't trust them enough.

"Open open and be a good boy, take your medicine and get all better." I keep my mouth close, the pill pushing against my lips as I hold them firmly shut and move my face away.

"Don't fight, you need to take these to get better. You wanted to prove that you can be allowed out of your jacket, so take your pills." He has a point but I just don't trust what they're trying to give me.

"Fine." I relax slightly as he puts the pill on the tray, only to quickly feel the sharp sting of the needle as I'm drugged once again. Unable to fight back I feel my mouth open and three pills placed onto my tongue, my body instinctively swallowing them as some water is poured down my throat.

"There, that wasn't so bad was it?" I mumble a response, my mouth hanging open and drooling slightly as I'm propped up against the wall.

"You calm down for a while and wait for your appointment with your doctor." No, not my doctor. As I finish that thought I realise that the nurse is already gone, my mind barely processing what is happening as the drugs take hold. Worst is the fact that for some reason my cock is now rock hard and I feel horny. What drugs was I given? I wiggle my floppy body around as frustration and need build up inside me, but unable to touch myself I'm left denied and frustrated.

I struggle against my straight jacket, desperately trying to free my arms as my cock continues to push against my diaper, my mind going crazy.

"You seem energetic today." I jump and look up at my doctor, my captor standing over me, I don't even notice him enter, how long has he been here?

"I'm just fed up of wearing this stupid jacket! Take it off!" I glare up at him as he lowers himself down to me with a smile.

"I don't think that the jacket is the problem." I feel his hand slide down into my diaper and gently grip my cock, a small moan escaping my lips before I can control myself. I calm down slightly in relief as he starts to stroke my desperate cock, part me just wants to cum while another part of me just wants to kick him away.

"Is that better? Do you like that?" I shake my head trying to clear my mind, I need to not let this creep get into my head.

I kick out at him.

"Get away from me!" I stumble up to my feet and try to move towards the door, only to be tackled to the floor, the air from my lungs forced out of me as I hit the padded surface. I struggle as I'm rolled over and a needle is jabbed into me.

"You really should calm down and corporate."

"You just gonna sedate me again?" He smiles with a sadistic grin.

"No, that wasn't a sedative, the opposite. Enjoy." He gets off of me and leaves, the door locking behind me. I lay on the floor breathing hard as my frustration builds, my still hard cock seemingly more hard than ever before as a new wave of horny lust fills my mind, my body wiggling and twisting in its restraints, as I moan and roll around, desperately trying to find relief as my mind races, unable to focus on anything, yet at the same time everything as the stimulant drives me insane.

I sit in the corner twitching and shaking, my jacket soaking with sweat, as a nurse enters, my mind zoned out as my cock twitches. I look up at them, my eyes wild with desire.

"Are you hungry?" After my morning of exercise I feel starving and I nod my head and gratefully take my food. Only as they leave does my mind clear enough to remember that I should have asked for release.

I groan as I feel pressure in my insides, I readjust myself as I try to get comfortable but the preasure continues to build. I suddenly feel warm wet sludge grow underneath me, a horrid smell feeling my nose, as I'm forced to sit in my own filth. A feeling of disgust grows inside me and I dread the humiliation of staff seeing me in this state.

I watch as the door opens and a nurse walks in.

"Wow, I could smell that from the hallway. Let's get you changed." I don't fight as they change me, I'm desperate to have it changed and feel clean and disgusting, even if I feel humiliated as they do it.

"There we go, much better." His job done, I'm left alone as they finish changing me, leaving me to my quiet existence, to await the next humiliation or torment my captor has in store for me.

I look up as the door opens again and I move away as my doctor enters.

"How are you feeling? Are you in a cooporative mood?" I might be for those feeding me but not this creep. I watch as he walks up to me and undoes his trousers, his erect cock poking out in front of my face, causing me to squirm helplessly in my jacket, my useless struggles making him smile.

"Open up and take your medicine." Feeling like I have no choice I slowly open my mouth but as my lips touch their head something takes over and I snap and try to bite down but he sees me in time and backs away, his face full of disappointment.

"It seems that you need a different kind of treatment." I try to fight as he grips me and pulls me up, I try to get away but without my arms I am overpowered as I'm dragged towards to door.

For some reason I feel slightly exposed and unsafe as I leave my cells, I'm led down the hallway. As I move down I continue to struggle as fear fills my mind as I wonder what treatment he has in store for me.

We reach the door and I freeze in terror as I read the sign.

"Electric shock therapy room." I fight to get free and manage to break free and start running down the corridor. I suddenly stop as a strong nurse grabs a strap of my jacket and I'm grabbed and led back towards the room, my struggles failing against their strong arms.

"No! Not in there! I'm not crazy! Don't shock me!" I feel a muzzle pin my mouth shut, turning my cries for help into muffled pleading as I'm forced onto thw bed and strapped down as electrodes are attached to my head. The room fills with muffled screams as painful electricity flows through my head and body, my bladder emptying as my body twists and twitches.

My limp body twitches as I'm placed back down in my cell, my mind scrambled and fuzzy. I fail to resist as my doctor slide thick headphones over my ears and places pills into my mouth, my body swallowing them as it shakes and twitches. I lay as my diaper is removed but before a clean one is put back on I feel something cold and hard push against my ass and let out a moan as it is painfully pushed into me, stretching out my ass until it pops in, my ass closing around it.

"Have fun tonight, try to get plenty of rest." I watch him leave in fear as I wonder what my next torment is.

As the room goes dark I start to feel my medication take affect as my cock grows hard inside my diaper, causing me to wiggle and moan into my muzzle as frustration fills my mind.

Suddenly I feel a light vibration deep in my ass, the feeling teasing and tormenting me, adding to my overwhelming need to cum. As I roll around, teased by the vibrating plug, the headphones come one, the soft words of my doctor echoing to, seeping into my drugged and horny mind.

"You are a good patient. You want to take your medicine. You need to be made well. Your doctor is here to make you better. Your doctor cares about you. Your doctor looks after you. Your doctor knows what is best for you. You love your doctor. You trust your doctor. You will not fight against your doctor. You will obey your doctor. You are a good patient..."

I lay in a sweaty mess, my body tiredly wiggling, my mind numb with desire amd denial, desperate muffled needly moans escape my gagged mouth, my hard cock twitching, the faint vibrations still stimulating my ass.

I moan as my cell door opens and my doctor enters. Standing over my helpless and exhausted body he pulls me up to a sitting position and removes my headphones.

"How are you feeling today?" I moan in need, my only thought being of getting any relief from my never ending torture.

"If you behave and take you special medicine then I won't have to give you shock therapy today and I will reward you with what you really want." I moan, in both fear of more therapy and in horny lustful desperation, as my muzzle is removed and watch as his cock is pulled out, my horny mind staring at it, almost craving it. Without thinking or caring, I open my mouth and allow it to slide passed my lips, I just need my torment to end and I don't want more therapy, the taste of his cock making my own twitch as begin to suck on it.

"Good boy, take your medicine." I moan as his warm cum fills my mouth, the taste somehow tasting amazing, even if it's the cum of my stalker, a thought that only now enters my warped mind. As he pulls out a string of drool drips down my chin.

"Well you've earned your reward." I suddenly feel the plug in my ass vibrate at a faster rate, my body twitching in response as waves of pleasure flow through me. I moan as I grow closer to the edge, my cock twitching as I cum hard in an earth shattering orgasm, my mind going numb with bliss as a damp patch forms in my diaper. I barely notice as I'm laid down and my diaper is changed and my plug is removed before he leaves me alone in my padded cell to enjoy my reward.

As I lay blissfully exhausted on the padded floor, my overwhelmed mind clears, no longer drugged or horny, finally free to think. I still taste the lingering cum of my captor, regret, shame and humiliation fills me, I just let him win. Why did I do that? I should fight back more, I should remain strong. After a whole night without sleep though, for now all I feel like doing is resting, I need to gather my strength, fighting back can come later, next time I'll resist him more, show him that he can't break me.

Epilogue:

One year later:

I sit eagerly waiting in my straight jacket, my body impatiently fidgeting, my cock hard in my diaper, my depraved and insane mind only thinking of one thing. I smile as my doctor enters my cell and pulls out his cock, my eyes immediately focusing on it and my own cock grows harder. I happily open my mouth obediently like the good patient that I am, as he delivers me my special medicine. I'm so glad, grateful and lucky to have such a good and caring doctor treating me and making me better.