(Usual disclaimers apply)
The asylum was a grim stone building, cold inside even on the warmest day. Not that the chilly temperature seemed to matter to the inmates who danced, laughed or wept in the day room. The more acute cases were confined to padded cells so they could not hurt themselves. Othere were physically restrained with soft leather gloves to stop continual masturbation. A few were encased in strait-jackets, their faces purple as they tried in vain to escape.
The year was 1923. The only medication at the dedicated staff's disposal was chloral hydrate, a mild sleeping draught. There was also Electric Narcosis, a machine which delivered an electric shock to the head and gave the patient oblivion for a few hours.
The female nurses walked the highly polished floor while ceasely observing their charges. The nurses wore a whistle on a chain around their necks. If a patient, out of his mind with madness, attacked a nurse or another patient, the whistle was used to summon help. Sometimes it took five burly male attendants to subdue and restrain a 130lb elderly patient. Such is the nature of madness.
Ward D was the home of the male adolescents. In their day room was a patient of singular beauty. Adam Hart's parents had been killed in a railway accident which Adam survived with barely a scratch. However, the accident had badly scarred Adam's mind. He had withdrawn into himself. The expression on his handsome face never changed. He rarely spoke. Adam had closed himself off from a cruel world which had taken his beloved parents from him.
Danny Ahern was a good-looking attendant in his early thirties. Despite his bulk Danny was surprisingly gentle. He escorted Adam to the office of the asylum's only alienist, Dr Hubert Myers. The attendant waited outside.
Dr Myers gave Adam a pack of cards. He watched as the young man carefully built a house of cards. When it was completed the alienist knocked the cards down with his hand, hoping to provoke some sort of response from Adam. The expression on the youth's face did not change.
The doctor sighed. Adam was nearly 18 years old. On his birthday he would have to be transferred to an adult ward for intractables. If only there was some way to reach him? He told the attendant to take the young man back to the day room.
"Sister Drake asked me to check that the coal merchant made a delivery this morning. Can I take Adam with me?"
"Of course".
Danny took Adam down to the basement. The attendant noted that the coal had indeed been delivered. There was a roar of machinery from the boiler room.
"Warm" said Adam.
"Too right mate! It's a bloody sight warmer than up in the wards". Danny looked at his charge. "Here, you spoke!"
Adam smiled a bit sheepishly. "You soon learn to shut up when the nurses are around".
"What do you mean?"
The young man grimaced. "If they catch you talking then that means the electrical treatment".
"Well, only if you say something real daft", the attendant said defensively.
"I don't want to be hooked up to the national grid".
Danny put his arm around Adam's shoulder to reassure him.
"Don't worry".
He let go of his patient. What happened next took the attendant completely by surprise.
Adam reached down and tentatively squeezed the big pole which was starting to tent the front of Danny's trousers. The beefy attendant was flabbergasted by the change in his patient. Not only was Adam talking, he was obscenely flirting with him! He pushed the hand away.
"I'll tan your little arse for doing that".
Corporal punishment was routinely used at the institution. Pain was a penalty even the dullest youth could understand.
"Come on! Get them down".
"B-but I'm almost eighteen".
"You're still an adolescent".
Every day Danny gave at least one youth a hiding for 'playing up'. The other patients and attendants crowded around to watch the boy getting the strap on his bare bottom. It helped break the monotony of every day life on the ward. The nurses left them to it. Corporal punishment was strictly a male ritual.
Adam started undoing his braces. Slowly he shucked off his trousers and underpants. Adam's slender, boyish buttocks gleamed white in the dim light. Danny swallowed hard.
"Get down on to that pile of sacks", he said gruffly while unbuckling his thick, leather belt. When Adam was in position the attendant felt the adolescent's bottom.
"Tuck your nuts out of the way". He watched. "That's better".
He raised the belt high in the air and cracked it down onto Adam's bare buttocks.
"Ow!"
The attendant administered six hard licks.
"Are you sorry for what you did?"
"Yes".
"Guess you've had enough".
"My oath! My bum is on fire".
"Up you get then".
Adam stood and rubbed his scorched behind.
"That bloody hurt. I got it worse at school, though".
"Served you right".
"No. My housemaster was a sadist who enjoyed whacking young boys on the bare bum".
"He never interfered with ...?"
"Nah! He kept it well buttoned up". There was a long pause. "But YOU can put your dick up my behind - if you want".
Danny's hand went to his belt.
"Flog me raw if you must", the adolescent said defiantly. "I still want you".
Danny buckled his belt up again.
"Wh-where did you learn about such things? he stammered.
"Boys talked about it at school. We never did anything though".
Then Adam kissed Danny right on the lips. The attendant who was homosexual had regular discreet couplings with Bob, another attendant. Bob was only interested in rogering Danny's arse.
Big Danny had often covertly admired the slender, still boyish Adam in the showers. The patient had the most glorious, jutting-out bottom, a sight which always made Danny go hard. He opened his mouth and the younger man's tongue darted inside. That drove the attendant wild. All thoughts of 'right and wrong' disappeared.
"Turn around". Danny's voice was hoarse with desire. "Kneel on those sacks".
When Adam was in position, the attendant quickly dropped the uniform trousers and underpants, unleashing his thick eight inch penis. He slapped his throbbing manmeat against the youth's fiery bum-cheeks.
"You want THIS inside you?"
"Do me".
Danny plsced his fleshy battering-ram at Adam's virgin backdoor.
"This will hurt", he warned, knowing how much Bob's much smaller penis always hurt him.
Danny spat on the shaft which was as rigid as a broomhandle. He pushed hard until Adam's sphincter parted, allowing him up that warm, incredibly tight tunnel. Danny did not stop until his nuts were nestled against Adam's sore bum-cheeks. Then Danny waited for the adolescent to get used to the fullness. The attendant spat on his hand and reached under Adam to grasp the patient's limp penis.
"You ok?"
"D-do me". Adam whispered. "Do me hard".
So, Danny's big penis began thrusting inside the adolescent's chute. He did him hard, all right. Adam's penis swelled in Danny's hand. The patient soon forgot about how miserable his life was. He became totally focussed on the intimate thing being done to him by the man he loved.
Adam shot his load into Danny's hand. The relentless thrusting continued for an age until Danny's nuts started to churn, causing the big man to shoot his load up Adam's rectum.
"Adam, are you all right?"
"Yes!".
"You look like a tarbaby, covered in coal dust like that".
"Sister Drake will be able to see for herself that the coal merchant made his delivery".
"No. I've got to get you cleaned up".
The attendant took his patient to the bathroom the boilerman used and gently wiped him clean. Adam kissed Danny on his stubbled cheek.
"Thanks", he whispered.
The attendant took him back to the ward. The man wrote in the ward incident book Danny's name with 'CP: 6 licks", beside it.
In the days that followed, Danny expected to be summoned to the office of the superintendent and handed over to the police for sodomising a patient. Nothing happened. Adam reverted to not talking. The only thing that changed was the patient followed Danny everywhere.
"There goes Danny and his shadow", said the nurses with a smile.
A few days later, Danny took Adam to the alienist's office for his regular appointment. Dr Myers asked Danny to remain in the room.
"The ward incident book has many accounts of how Adam seems to have attached himself to you". The doctor looked at his patient. "Adam, do you like Danny?"
"Yes" murmured the adolescent, in the soft voice he'd learned to use to avoid the nurses' electrical treatment.
The important man steepled his long fingers.
"There is a vacant cottage on the hospital grounds. How would you like to stay there at nights if Danny looked after you?"
Adam was unable to keep his eyes from shining.
"Yes".
Dr Myers coughed. "Sorry, Danny. I forgot to ask if such an arrangement would be satisfactory for you? I realise you are entitled to spend your time off as you like. It's just that Adam has taken a shine to you. I truly believe we are close to a breakthrough with this young man".
Danny thought to himself: 'If only you knew'.
"Yes, doctor, he does seem to follow me around". He paused. "I'll do it - if it means keeping Adam out of the intractables' ward".
"Splendid! Move your things into the cottage this afternoon". The great man cleared his throat.
"Adam, you behave yourself! Danny has my full permission to administer corporal punishment as he sees fit. The strap seems to have done you the world of good".
Well, even great men get it wrong, sometimes. The last thing Danny wanted was to hurt Adam ever again.
Soon the small cottage was filled with warmth, laughter and loving.
On his 18th birthday, Adam was apprenticed to a builder but it was Danny he lived and loved with, all the years of his life.