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.