Name: Kiran
Relationship: Dorian's son
Mother: Emily
The heavy steel doors closed behind Kiran, cutting him off from the rest of the world. There was no escaping now.
"Kiran, I assume?" A woman asked. She looked as if she were only a few years older than him, with long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. A pair of round glasses concealed her dark brown eyes, and a form-fighting white bodysuit clung to her attractive body. She was standing a few feet in front of him, next to a table. Two female guards were on either side of her, wearing a similar bodysuit and wielding strange blasters that he had never seen before.
He was too focused on her suit to notice the question. His eyes traced along the shape of her body, imaging what she'd look like without the latex-like material concealing her curves.
She observed him studying both her and the guards. "Ah, well that's exactly why you're here. You're quite the little pervert, aren't you Kiran?" She remarked, despite him being the tallest out of the four in the reception room.
The remark snapped his attention back to her. "And you think you're going to cure me of that?" He said with a smirk.
She looked down at the data pad she was carrying, ignoring his comment. "Let's see...you were sent to a military training camp after you got a neighbor's daughter pregnant at a young age. Then, you were sent here after knocking up one of your fellow trainees at the same military camp? Guess that didn't work, did it?"
Kiran's face grew red as his actions were read aloud.
"It also says here that you were sent to this facility at the request of the second girl's father?"
"I didn't know that her family was rich!" He yelled.
The doctor smiled. "Rich, and powerful. However, we'll discuss that later. Please remove your clothing and place your belongings on the table."
"What do you..."
The doctor held up a hand to silence him. "As I said, later. Now, please do as I've asked."
Kiran looked at each of the guards, knowing that he didn't have much of a choice. Hesitantly, he began to strip. He tried to ignore the face that three attractive girls were watching him as he removed his underwear, exposing his naked cock to them.
The guards looked to each other with a giggle as the doctor walked over to the table. She picked up the only way bye to that had been in the room when he entered, bringing it over to his naked body.
"What're you doing?" He said, his calm voice now showing hints of uncertainty.
She held the object up for him to see. His stomach dropped when he realized what it was: a chastity cage.
"Wait...I have to wear that...?"
She nodded. "It's the rules. All patients must wear their cages. Now please, hold still."
He moved to get away, but the guards quickly put a stop to any hope of him remaining unchaste when they aimed their weapons at him. He begrudgingly stayed put, allowing the doctor to slide his cock into it, locking it tight. He was at least a small bit relieved to see that the cage allowed him room to get an erection. Although the thought of being constantly hard with no way to pleasure himself made him unsure whether that was actually better than no erection at all.
The doctor took a moment to appreciate the sight of her new patient. "Just the way I like it, all locked up."
Her words didn't assure him of his new situation.
"Now Kiran, I am Dr Vunjall. I run this facility, and everything that happens inside of it. You will do exactly as I ask, when I ask, understood?"
"Uh..yeah, sure. I got it. I've got to say though, I'm not sure how this'll 'cure' me of my lust."
The doctor grinned. "It's not supposed to. Now come, I'll show you to your room."
"Wait, what the hell are you talking about? Isn't that why I'm here?!" He asked as he followed the doctor out of the room. Another set of heavy doors slid shut behind him.
"That's what we have to tell your family, yes. The real reason is that you pissed someone off. Someone with a lot of money."
Kiran's situation seemed to get worse and worse. "Oh god, you mean that girl's rich father?"