Perverts 'R' Us

The Mental Hospital

By Mark Smith ( M/bb, piss, scat, nc )

Do you know the older I get the dirtier and more perverted I become? Well I have worked with mentally retarded patients for over 20 years now. The first 5 or 6 years were caring for them and being a father-figure for them, always being there for them and showing them how much I care for them.

About 8 years ago, I was working in a hospital full of retards: men, women, and children. Some of them should be out in the community, some have been there that long because they would not survive, and some are downright fucking dangerous.

One day at that time, I was off to work early in the morning as usual, and as I drove through the secured gates I noticed that something was wrong. An ambulance was at the main door and medical staff was surrounding a car. James Pearson, our senior head of the hospital, had had a serious heart attack. Unfortunately he was pronounced dead some minutes later. A sad loss - a man who, in his seventies, had devoted his life to the hospital had been the main man for over 30 years; gone in a flash.

I was asked to temporarily step in as acting governor of the hospital until a replacement person could be found. I decided on stepping into the dead man's shoes, and I would be doing the hospital a great favor by taking over the daily running and decision-making tasks. All my patients would be looked after by the existing doctors. I had really no idea about running a major hospital like this, but most of the decisions came from the board of governors, and there was a multi-million-dollar fund of government grants, legacies, and other things swelling the coffers. I soon got into the swing of things; a far cry from dealing with sickness and medications.

After about 12 weeks, it was due for the board of governors to hold their quarterly meeting. It was voted by them that, if I was willing, I was doing such an excellent job that I should be offered the post. It would mean a substantial amount of money for me, a dedicated workforce, and as much money in the coffers to set up or change the daily running of the hospital as I saw fit. I would be a fool to refuse, a lot more time off free to do whatever I wanted without question and to top it all, another £20,000 pounds salary on top of the £32,000 I was already on.

After several months delegating most of my work, I decided on refits of my office. It had not been decorated for some 20 years, and was very dated. The front office was 40 feet square. At the back of there was another office space, which used to be an old examination room, still fitted with everything as new, but 20 years old - hardly ever been used. Rather than bin it all, I arranged for it to be installed at my home.

I got an all-new examination table, chair with straps - a bit like the old electric chair in size and style, stainless steel footrest, stirrups etc. all of this was done on the quiet. I just ordered, signed the papers and had it all installed. Alongside that was a large old bathtub in brilliant white - it was purposely built; could have got at least 3 or 4 people in it. The showers had never been used, so I kept all those. I had cameras installed; all covert hidden cameras and a separate control room where I cold operate them from. Some of the cameras were just pinhole cameras in ceilings and wall lamps etc. Fortunately I have a connection off the internet who installed such things for me. All in all, I spent just short of £50,000.00 - nothing was mentioned at all.

When the governors came in 12 weeks later, they mentioned how nice the office was looking - a more modern, homely feel. I never showed them the rest of the place at all.

Oh, I forgot to mention, on the other side of the office next to the examination room was a general office where I did my daily work. I very rarely saw my office team; everything was done by intercom and e mail. I made it strictly known to everyone to phone, page, or e mail me. I wanted nobody invading my privacy, and after a short period in time, the only people who invaded my space were the people I wanted in there.

So that was it. 6 months down the line a fucking good job, a dedicated team who I very rarely saw, and most of my work delegated out to my work team. I was on a very rare visit one day around the wards and I was looking in on my old section and patients. Now kids who are retarded are loving kids, always showing affection, and no matter how much you discourage it in normal life, here it was encouraged. These kids had no love and affection from anyone, only the staff who worked there. Believe me, as far as I know no funny business was going on at all with any child.

Whilst I was there on my old ward, I noticed Stewart sitting in the corner all on his own. Stewart was tall, about 14, very bright, as a rule very pretty, and usually so demanding for attention. I approached him.

"What's the matter with my buddy?" I asked.

Silence was the answer. He never said a word, nor did he acknowledge me. Again I said, "Stewart, matey, what's the matter?"

"YOU LEFT ME!" he shouted.

"Left you?" I said. "No, I did not. I am still working here. It's just I have a different job now and I am not on your ward anymore."

"What? You're here in the hospital?" he said.

"Sure I am. I work on the other side of the hospital. Come on, I will show you" I said.

Stewart and I went to my office. When we got there he said, "Wow, look at this place," he said. "Do you live here now?"

"No, I work here. This is my office."

"Wow, it's great," he said.

Stewart and I go back a long way. Stewart had a family who visited him only on his birthday and the first Sunday before Christmas - that's it. They were in a total of an hour and no longer. They never visited him at all.

When Stewart became seriously ill several years ago he had no one, and being the dedicated doctor I am, I always have looked out for him. I brought him games and coloring books and clothes and things.

I had been so busy lately that I had forgotten him. That was bad on my point, because really I was all he had - the only person he could cling to. "That will now change," I said to myself.

A lot of kids had little jobs to do - some pitiful, pointless jobs. Some of the brighter ones worked voluntarily in the laundry, or the kitchen, or cleaning the rooms. They all got a token wage and it gave them something to do. It has never been slave labor, nor would I ever want it to be.

I told Stewart to go to the canteen, 2 cans of coke, and a cake each and bring them back here. Within seconds, he was gone with my £5 in his pocket. Meanwhile I sat back and waited for his return.

When he walked back in he said, "Wow."

I was standing there in the middle of the room naked, and with a raging hardon. He wasted no time in getting down onto my prick and sucking me off. I fucked his eager mouth and humped his face until I shot my load into his eager mouth.

"Good boy, take all your medicine. You haven't had that kind of medicine for some time, have you?"

I sat down naked and he got stuck into his cake and coke and enjoyed it all. I was soon erect again and he started sucking me again and licking my balls and rimming my arse for me. It had been months since we had a session together, and I am glad that Stewart was still as good as ever. Stewart and I carried on for months and months. Whenever we got the chance he called to the office and sucked me, rimmed me, etc.

I was in my back office one day and Stewart had just been out for lunch for us both. When he returned, he had brought someone else with him - another patient called Alan. Alan was somewhat younger than Stewart, and I would have guessed about 8 years old. Alan did not have a clue who I was, only that I was working in the hospital; probably another doctor, he thought, and probably did not care.

He was cute though, quite retarded, you could tell. I asked him a question and Stewart had to answer for him. Stewart was quite bright really, a good sex toy as well. This little lost soldier Alan had no idea at all.

"Alan does it," Stewart said. "Alan does it, does what I said."

I knew what Stewart meant, but I wanted Stewart to show me.

"Show me," I said and Stewart got his prick out and Alan went straight down on him.

"Fucking hell," I thought, "talented little fucker."

Stewart undid Alan's pants and he bent him over and Stewart shoved his dick up Alan's arse.

"Fucking hell," I thought, "the horny little fucker."

I was up at once and I was unzipping my fly and Alan's mouth was eagerly open to receive it. "I want some of that arse," I thought, so I told Stewart to stop and let me fuck him.

As Stewart pulled out of Alan, I noticed Stewart's dick was covered in shit-slime. Stewart straight away put it straight into Alan's mouth and Alan started sucking Stewart's dick. I pulled out to look and there was more shit on my dick - quite messy, it was.

I pulled Alan around to me and shoved it into his mouth. Stewart's dick was clean where Alan had licked him clean. I fucked Alan's arse again and I was covered in boy-turd. Again I shoved it back into Alan's Mouth, for a cleanup. I soon shot a load into Alan's throat. And not only did he gulp down my spunk, he sucked me well and clearly clean. This blew my fucking mind.

We stopped for lunch. I stripped off and Stewart undressed Alan, and Stewart was naked anyway.

I was asking Stewart who he was. He was moved out of the babies' ward into my ward, and I sort of look after him. Alan did not really speak at all. I was as randy as fuck and as we had no lunch for Alan, he stood there waiting to see if we would give him something.

I took him into the examination room and wanted to try something. I got a paper dish from the cupboard and a spoon and I squatted on the dish and shit into it. I gave him a spoon and he sat on the cold floor and ate the shit as though it was his last meal. I called Stewart over and took the empty dish from Alan and told Stewart to shit in the dish and I gave the dish to Alan and he started eating all the shit.

Within minutes it was clean - the dish was fucking clean, I tell you. This lad had eaten shit before and I wanted to know who, how, where, and when. Alan went to the toilet to sit on it and I stopped him and let him shit in the dish he had just eaten from. He shit quite a lot out and I fed it to him, and again with no quibble Alan gulped it all down. I was fascinated. I was horny and randy as fuck. I wanted more and more and more. I wanted to find out who taught him to eat shit.

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