Adventures in Medical
Chapter 8 Back to the Surgeon and the Hospital
T he following morning, I reported back to the surgeon's office and as usual was
told by the nurse to strip and put on a gown. (Note: I have come to the
conclusion that doctors and nurses can't talk to someone with clothes on;
stripping the patient makes them vulnerable and gives the medical person a
dominant position).
After the exam, the Doctor decided that (1) I needed surgery, (2) He was going
to put me in traction for the next week due to the amount of medication
currently needed to keep the pain levels short of crippling, and (3) He would
arrange for a second opinion while I was in the hospital.
I was admitted to XXSU Hospital immediately following the exam and taken to a
room in the orthopedic wing. Now, I don't know who thought up the idea of
traction but I am sure that they were a bondage enthusiast. A belt is placed
under the arms attached to cables which are anchored at the head of the bed,
then leather cuffs are attached to the ankles which are attached to cables
running up over a metal framework and weights attached. A second belt is placed
low on the hips and it's cables pull towards the foot of the bed. In short, you
are placed in a contraption reminiscent of "the rack" and I am sure that
Torquemada the grand inquisitor of the Spanish Inquisition would have
immediately recognized and appreciated it.
Additionally, after spending the past 2 months on high powered pain killers, I
was suddenly cutoff "cold turkey" with the explanation "this will reduce your
tolerance so that when you need them after the surgery they will be more
effective."
Needless to say, I was not in the best of moods for the next couple of days...
and if that wasn't enough, the head nurse on the floor could be best described
as an ex-marine drill sergeant and bitch-goddess of the West all rolled up into
a 250 lb. lump of nasty. As far as she was concerned, I was a piece of meat,
generally to be ignored, and without any feelings needing consideration.
After the first 24 hours of no pain drugs I was wringing wet, in considerable
pain especially where the traction belts were secured and my back muscles were
in almost constant spasms. My pleas for her to check with the doctor about
getting some muscle relaxants were ignored, even though I knew that the medical
order only said to eliminate the pain medication.
Another 24 hours pass and no matter what I wanted or needed it was a "forget it"
situation. Including when I asked for a urinal or bedpan and it was denied.
Having ignored my repeated requests for a urinal or bedpan, I eventually pissed
the bed and then she got mad that I had made a mess. She screamed and yelled for
15 minutes about it and I had no choice but to listen. When she was done, she
just stood there glaring at me with her fists balled up.
"Maybe the next time I ask for a urinal you won't ignore it," I hissed in reply
and she stomped out of the door.
About 20 minutes later, two student nurses and a male nurse arrived with clean
sheets. The male nurse instructed the students on how to remove and replace the
wet bedding while I was secured in traction. He told me to grab onto the rail
above my head and adjusted the weights hooked to my ankles and before I knew
what was going on, I was suspended about 6" over the bed by the cables attached
to my torso and ankles.
He then removed the gown and pulled the sheets from under me leaving me hanging
there completely nude.
"OK ladies, he is going to need a bath and while you are at it, he has surgery
next Monday, so we might as well shave him now so that it will go quicker on
Sunday when we have fewer staff. I have to go check on the rest of my patients,
can you handle this?"
"Sure Bill no problem!"
When he left, the two student nurses approached and both made no pretense of
anything other than that they were surveying my fully exposed body. "Let's get
him washed up," said the one; a good looking brunette, about 20 years old and
about 5-6 and slim.
"I'll get the stuff," replied the other who looked younger, 18 at most I guessed
and a petite 5-1 or 5-2, with shiny black hair.
In short order, they were washing me from head to toe and the feel of their
hands working on my body had the predictable effect of getting me hard. I just
hung there with my eyes closed, enjoying the bath, until I heard the shorter one
giggle. Opening one eye, I saw her staring at my hard cock with a big grin on
her face.
"Not bad," whispered the brunette and they both giggled again.
"All done with the bath Mr. ... " as she realized she didn't know my name.
"Jim" I filled in for her.
"All done with the bath Jim, now we have to shave you for surgery."
"Whatever," I replied. Hanging there suspended, there wasn't anything I could do
about it so I just decided to go with the flow.
"How do we get at his back?" one of them asked. "I'll get Nurse Jones." was the
reply (Shit! I thought the battle ax bitch!)
Shortly the younger student returned with the head nurse. "Got him trussed up
good I see!" "Why don't you go and get the other students and I'll show all of
you at once how to work the hardware." Both students left to round up the
others.
"Well stud I see the girls got you excited," she sarcastically remarked as she
smirked at me. Flicking my cock with her finger, "We'll make sure all the sweet
young things see your puny little cock and everything else while we are at it."
A couple of minutes later, the room was full of at least a dozen student nurses
all in the 18-21 age bracket and representing just about every physical type and
race.
"Listen up ladies, this patient is scheduled for back surgery next Monday, and
Billy will not have time on Sunday to do a full shave, so Amy and Judi are going
to do it today. That way Billy will only have to do a touchup on Sunday." She
then launched into a description of how the traction hardware worked which I
ignored. All I could see was a room full of young women surrounding my nude
body, many of whom were staring at my equipment rather than the bed's equipment.
"Cross your arms on that bar Bucco," the head nurse directed at me, "I said
cross your arms!" This got my attention and I re-gripped the bar over head. She
then did something which brought my feet together and then reached across me to
my hip and rotated my suspended body so that I was now hanging face down;
and my feet were now spread wide to the corners of the bed stabilizing
my face down position. "OK did everybody see how that was done? Good! Amy, Judy
and Leslie you help them... I want everything from this belt down shaved on both
sides... So let's get to it..."
"The rest of you come with me and we will learn about pneumatic beds and check
back on these 3 later."
The Head Nurse Ms. Jones and the students left the room at that point, leaving
me with the two who had washed me (Amy the smaller girl and Judy the brunette)
along with Leslie a tall slim black girl. Leslie immediately took charge. "You
two work on his legs and I'll start here and work down."
As they spread (what I supposed was) shaving gel over my legs and back, I asked,
"Why are you shaving my legs, they are operating on my back?"
"First, because Nurse Jones told us to," replied Amy and "Second, because you
will be wearing surgical stockings after the operation; kind of like very tight
thigh-hi stockings and they will be much more comfortable if you don't have hair
on your legs."
"And the front side has to be shaved," added the black girl, "so that no germs
can hide in that nasty hair near the bandages or wound site."
My back was done quickly as I have almost no hair on my chest or back anyway,
but Amy and Judy were spending considerable time on my legs. Mean while, Leslie
was spreading the gel on my ass and her fingers were gliding up and down the
crack to the base of my balls. Her razor was soon removing the hair from my butt
and after she had scraped the sides she stopped.
"Amy, could you pull his cheeks apart so I can get down inside?"
"Sure Les..."
Hands gripped the muscles of my ass and spread them wide and now the sharp blade
was removing every hair from the crack and around my asshole down to the base
where my scrotum starts.
The gel made my skin slippery and once, I felt a fingertip enter my backside,
all of this handling had my cock hard again and it's tip was just brushing the
bed below me.
"All done, let's turn him back over," Leslie ruled.
Feet together, rotate.
Feet stretched wide apart, face up, cock pointed up.
"OK. Back to work!"
Amy was again working on my left leg as Judy worked on the right. Leslie spread
gel on my chest and quickly removed the few hairs there, then spread gel from my
stomach downward until her fingers were spreading it on and around my stiff
cock, then onto my balls. She looked me in the eyes and smiled as she massaged
the gel into my groin and stroked my cock until it twitched.
Then out came the blade and she quickly stripped by stomach area, then move
downward. In a flash, all of the pubic hair above my cock was gone, before she
paused. Holding my shaft at the head, she gently passed the blade down it's
sides then on down where the sack meets the tighter skin of the groin.
At this point, Amy and Judy put some slack in the cables then stretched my legs
wider apart, so that Leslie could get easy access to my balls. Gripping the
slacker skin between thumb and finger with one hand she pulled it tight then
carefully scraped it clean, this was repeated again and again at different
angles until she was satisfied that she had gotten it all. Her gel covered hand
then cupped my balls and gently massaged them again, as she looked to my face
and smiled.
Amy and Judy reset the traction and I was again suspended and stretched wide.
All three girls got washcloths and proceeded to wash all the areas they had
shaved, then patted it dry and rubbed it with a cream of some kind. All three
took the opportunity to cream coat my cock and balls and twice, fingers were
fully buried up my ass. I just hung there, eyes closed and moaning as they
worked on my body. Unfortunately, they didn't finish the job.
As they spread the clean sheets out below me, Nurse Jones and the other student
nurses returned.
"Well Stud, I see that they got rid of all that nasty hair," the head nurse
gloated, "Smooth as a baby's ass, just the way it should be."
The nurse then ignored me and checked the bedding to make sure that it was
placed properly, then told the students to lower me onto the bed. I should note
that in traction, "onto" means just barely touching, since you are stretched on
their torture device. A single sheet was then placed over me and the show moved
off elsewhere.
Later that night, I awoke to the feel of a warm tongue swirling around the head
of my cock. I could make out a white uniform dress bending over me but the room
was dark and I couldn't see who was sucking me. Whoever, it was, I was getting a
first class blowjob, as the mouth worked feverishly on my cock and a hand gently
massaged my balls.
When I came, it felt like I was pumping gallons of cum, but the mouth just kept
sucking until there was no more to pump.
"Leslie?" I asked
"Yes Jim, I figured I owed you that after leaving you stiff this afternoon.
Besides, I've never gone down on a shaved cock before..."
"All I can say is thank you!, I've never felt it that good before..."
"My pleasure sir!" and the tall black girl leaned over and kissed me. Then have
me a quick squeeze on the cock and was gone. Neither, of us ever mentioned it
again, and I sometimes wonder whether it really happened or was a dream.....
