Asylum»Peterick

3//Heterosexual

It was 8:45 pm, I was talking to Pete through the slot beneath the door.

Sister Mary entered the hall and yelled, "okay, goodnight everyone, time for lights out!"

"I gotta go, I can't spend the night tonight." I told him.

"Why?" He asked, sad.

"Because I'll get caught, I'm sorry Peter, I'll be back at 5:20 in the morning." I smiled shyly.

"Okay, well I hope you have good dreams." He said.

"As for you, Pete." I said, closing the slot.

I got up and left, watching Sister Mary lock the door.

"How are you managing Mr-I-Like-Unholy-Anal-Sex?" The woman asked me.

"Oh, he's great, I gave him the ice cold bath today and tomorrow I'll do the stronger treatment." I said, knowing that would please her.

"Can you believe that some gross men would enjoy sticking their woo in another man's butt hole?" She brought up.

Personally, I'm a bottom but that's just how I feel.

"No, how could anyone do something so sinful?" I asked rhetorically.

"It's disgraceful, I have to share the same earth with those pathetic people." She said in a disgusted tone.

And with that, she left.

I locked the front door behind her and headed out to my car.

***

I was showered, dressed, and in bed, thinking about Peter.

He was so, different, I couldn't not love it.

It was completely unprofessional to be in any sort of relation with a patient, but he was different, it felt like I could spend the rest of my life in his arms.

I drifted to sleep, dreaming about the man I had recently fallen for.

"I found a way for you to leave." I told pete.

"How?"

"We have to prove to sister mary that you're heterosexual."

"But I'm not.."

"We both know that, just fake an erection when mary shows you pictures of...lady parts." I cringed.

He passed the test and I left my job, I brought him home and we had hot sex.

Then I woke up.

***

I sighed, it was 5:00 already, I only had 20 minutes to get there.

Once I finally did I met Sister Jude unlocking the woman's cell hall.

"Good morning, Sister Mary." I happily greeted.

"Patrick, don't forget about the treatment, I know Pete needs it." She replied with an evilly happy face.

I just nodded and proceeded to walk to Pete's cell.

"Hey." He said before I even reached the door.

"Oh, good morning, happy to see you awake." Pete was the only thing that made me happy this morning.

"You're happy this morning." He noticed.

"I have ideas, and you're able to make me happy pretty quickly." I admitted.

He smiled.

"I'm going to get you breakfast." I announced.

I walked out of the men's cell hall and into the kitchen.

Of course, the lady who thought could cook, made something that looked like it came straight from her toilet.

"Have you re-evaluated your decision of not taking me out?" She asked hopeful, for some reason.

"Nope, listen I don't want a relationship with anyone at this asylum unless it's satan." I replied, making it clear I hated her and what she cooks.

"So you'd date a man?" She asked mocking me.

"Over you, yes." I replied smiling really big on purpose.

"Just take the faggot food and leave my kitchen." She commanded.

"Don't you mean your cauldron?" I asked, on the brink of laughing.

She went lower to my face level and whispered, "fuck you."

"No thanks." I said while grabbing the plate of I think....uhm....really shitty French toast, and some juice that was in a cup.

She flipped me off and I laughed and left her cauldron aka kitchen.

Instead of looking into the eyes of the soulless statues, I brought Pete's breakfast for him.

"I'm sorry about this." I said passing him the food and the drink through the slot in the door.

"What even is this?" He asked me picking at it.

"Either human crap or really failed French toast." I replied.

"By the way this food tastes I hope it's the first one." He said giving up and taking a bite.

"Well, Sister Mary wants to put you through hell today, so eat up so we can get past this faster." I told him.

"Well fuck me in the ass." He said as a complaint.

"I'm a bottoms boy, sorry."

I could tell that turned him on because of his growing length I saw through his window by the door.

"I'll be back, I'm just going to talk to Sister Mary really quick." I announced.

***

I had lead Pete in a room upstairs, making him sit a few inches away from a projection screen.

"I have to show you a porno...sorry." I told him.

He didn't reply, he just let himself into the straight jacket I was pulling onto him.

I strapped him to a metal chair, repeating 'sorry' almost every 5 seconds.

He was starting to tear up, "I'm just a normal person, I just find more entertainment in men." He told himself.

I turned on the projector and put the heterosexual porno film reel into it.

"I'm so sorry, Pete." I said again, forcing his eyelids open with an eye opener.

I played the porno, series of screams, moans, and groans were spilling from the small speaker on the projector.

I couldn't watch it.

I found it disgusting.

His fists were clenched. His eyes tearing up.

I felt so bad. I couldn't watch anymore.

But of course when the anal sex porno scene came, he got a slight boner.

I decided to contain myself by drawing something on a piece of paper, it ended up to be a horse.

The horse's mouth that I attempted to draw was emotionally ruined by the sounds of skin slapping sex.

***
I sighed out of relief when it was finally done.

Pete's eyes were watering from being open for 2 hours and he was rubbing them.

"I'm so sorry Pete. I didn't watch it because boobs are scary." I told him.

"Yeah, well I'm tired now. I just want to go to my stupid cell and sleep." He replied.

"I'm required to feed you. So I still have to get you dinner."

"Great, feces. Just what I wanted." Pete said sarcastically.

He looked over at me and started to redden.

"I like your hair." He stated and ruffled my hair.

"Thanks...I guess." I replied.