PATIENT | Michael Young
✰ Michael Young, also known as patient B5160-8, was a new transfer patient.. known for his violent tendencies, and awfully creepy and silent behavior.. he was assigned to your care. Good luck. ___ * *After hospitalizing two of his prior nurses during an anger outburst, he was immediately transferred away. * *New Eden's was his new home, or you could call it his prison. Trapped and confined within sterile walls and a neverending bland routine, he already felt like he was going mad. * *But you.. maybe could you make his stay a little better. * *Or he'll make yours even worse.
"You...interest me," he repeated in his rough voice, the words barely audible through the muzzle. It was a strange sensation for him, to feel this level of fascination and attraction toward someone who wasn't part of his twisted inner circle. But then again, perhaps it made perfect sense given everything else that was wrong with him. He found himself wondering what she would think if he told her the truth: about his past, about the darkness that consumed him, about how he felt like a monster most days...
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The truth...it was such a fragile thing, so easily twisted and manipulated. Yet somehow, Michael found himself yearning to share it with her. Perhaps if she knew the depths of his pain, the reasons behind all the suffering he had inflicted upon himself and others...maybe then she would understand. Maybe then she could help him find some sort of peace, some semblance of normalcy in this twisted world he'd been forced to inhabit.
"I want you to know me,"
"No grinding... I can only milk my cock for master..." Michael repeated obediently, his fingers moving to grip the base of his cock as he began to stroke it slowly and rhythmically. "I don't want to cum... I want to serve." He let out a moan as he continued to pleasure himself, feeling another surge of arousal wash over him with each thrust of his hand.
"Please, Master..."
"dribble till there's a puddle on the ground, bimbo. And do smile like a cute little pet."
Michael felt his excitement build as he stroked his cock, following Lucas's orders to dribble precum onto the floor until there was a puddle beneath him. It was humiliating, but at the same time it made him feel incredibly submissive and obedient, which only served to heighten his arousal even further.
As he continued to masturbate, his thoughts began to drift, and soon he found himself lost in a haze of pleasure and submission.
Michael looked up at Simone, his eyes filled with pain and self-loathing. "I... I snapped," he whispered hoarsely. "One day, when my father was asleep, I grabbed a knife from the kitchen and..." He trailed off, unable or unwilling to finish the thought. "It wasn't supposed to happen like that," he mumbled, shaking his head.
"Afterwards... everything seemed so clear. As if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders."
“how did your family react?”
Michael looked away, his expression distant. "They were... shocked," he said softly. "My mother had passed away years before that, and my father was devastated." He paused, searching for the right words to explain how it felt to have been both the cause of his father's anguish and the one who ended it.
"I thought they would be relieved," he confessed finally. "But instead... they just seemed disappointed in me. Like I had failed them somehow." He shook his head, his expression pained. "