Adventures in Medical
Chapter 9 Mid Week (In Traction)
I t's now Wednesday of my week on the rack and I am frequently breaking out in
cold sweats from the withdrawal of the pain medications. My chest, ankles and
hips are raw from the pull of the traction straps and my entire body feels like
it should be 7' long from the constant pull of the weights for 2 1/2 days.
After my midnight blowjob from Leslie, I paid more attention to her when she
had occasion to be in my room. As noted before, Leslie was a tall slim Black
woman, probably about 22 years old. What I had failed to notice before (probably
due to pain and drug side effects) was, how beautiful she was and that she spoke
with a somewhat foreign accent. Her skin was coal black with a kind of luster to
it that I can't find the right words to describe. Her hips were wide and her
breasts large (looked to be about a 38-C) but on her large frame looked just
right. It turned out that she was indeed a foreign student from Nigeria and was
engaged to marry a Ph.D. candidate in Chemistry. At any rate, I sure enjoyed
that head-job (assuming it really happened, and I'm still not 100% sure it did).
The only doubt I have about it is that her demeanor was 100% professional from
the next morning on, not even any more groping of my balls like the day before.
Oh Well!...
Amy and Judy it seemed were my assigned student nurses under the direction of
Head (Ball Buster) Nurse Jones. Both were very nice to me and really tried hard
to make sure I was as comfortable as possible given the circumstances. The only
bright spot of my days was my daily sponge bath and rubdown from these two
lovely young ladies. The feel of their hands on my now hairless body was enough
to make be forget the pain for a while and especially the feel of my hairless
crotch being handled by them. Unfortunately, I got no relief from them; they
would work me over until I was hard as rock, then the "procedure" was over.
Late Wednesday, the Surgeon stopped in to check on me and conducted an exam.
Shortly the "Second Opinion" Surgeon arrived and also examined me. My X-rays and
MRI films were put on the lightboxes on the wall and the two discussed my case.
They then left for a while and came back with their verdict. "Jim, you have a
ruptured disk at the L-4, L-5 section of your back that is causing your problem;
It has to come out or you could end up with permanent damage. You have another
adjacent disk which is herniated but not ruptured at L- 3, L-4 but in our
opinion it can stay, but we can't say for sure until we get in there and look at
it. Either way, the L-4, L-5 one has got to go, it is pressing on the nerves and
will damage them."
I had been expecting this so it was no big shock. "Do what you have to do," I
replied, "Just get rid of the pain and get me going again."
"Jim, we can't guarantee that you will not have pain even after the
operation... It depends on how much damage has already been done to the nerves.
It will however, stop the spasms and get you up and around again; do you still
want to go ahead ?"
"Yes!"
My operation was confirmed for 6:00 am on Monday, it was now just a matter of
waiting until then. What I didn't know, (because I couldn't see them) was that
the doctors left my X-rays and MRI's on the wall mounted boxes when they left.
For the rest of that day and most of Thursday, there was a seeming constant
flow of student nurses just inside the door to my room (where I couldn't see
them). The only reason I know they came and went was that I could hear
semi-whispered phrases like "God look at that!" followed by giggles and then
quick footsteps out the door and sometimes laughter in the hallway.
Late on Thursday Beth and her roommate Jennifer stopped in to visit.
"Hi Jim, advertising your wares?" asked Jennifer.
"What are you talking about?"
"Your MRI's by the door dummy."
"Oh shit! You got to be kidding me! Take them down and bring them over here
please."
Jennifer walked around the corner and came back immediately carrying 3 MRI
films and a big envelope. "These were on the viewer," she said as she handed
them to me.
(You got it; one of them was the MRI sheet showing my hard cock in perfect
profile)
"Well that explains why all the traffic at the door," I sighed. As I put the
films in the envelope and placed in between the bed and the nightstand.
"But they did look DELICIOUS," said Jennifer with a chuckle, "Almost good
enough to eat!"
"You ought to know!" I replied with a smile on my face. Which brought a blush
to hers.
"So how you getting along big guy ?" interjected Beth my cute little Physical
Therapist.
"Like a victim of the Inquisition, stretched on the rack, and itching all over
where they shaved me..."
"Shaved you?"
"Yea"
"Can I see?"
"Why not, you've seen it all before."
Beth then lifted the sheet and peeked underneath, "OOH I LIKE IT!" she
squealed.
"Let ME see," said Jennifer as she elbowed her way in beside Beth, "OH YES, I
KNOW COULD EAT THAT!"
"Promises, Promises, all I get is promises..." I ventured.
Beth and Jennifer had a quick whispered conference and Beth headed for the door
while Jennifer pulled down the sheet. Jennifer leaned over me and slowly traced
her tongue along the top of my cock as her left hand cupped my hairless balls
and gently massaged them. In nothing flat, I was hard and she licked every part
of my exposed groin, then went to work in earnest on sucking my pole. It was
more than I could take, the feel of her tongue on that bare flesh which was
twice as sensitive as usual, resulted in me quickly filling her mouth with my
cum and she just kept on sucking. When I went soft, she stood and leaning over
my face kissed me full on the mouth; I could taste my own juice on her lips as
our tongues dipped back and forth in each others mouths.
Jennifer then broke off the kissing and went to the door and Beth returned
without her. Beth immediately reached for my hairless cock and balls and began
working them while she kissed my face, neck, and mouth.
"Ummm, I REALLY like the feel without all that hair," she purred into my ear,
"I think you should keep it that way..." At this point my just used cock was
coming back to life and she immediately moved downward. I closed my eyes as she
closed her mouth over my shaft and I savored the great feeling as she worked me
full length into her mouth and down her throat. When I looked down, I saw the
most beautiful sight. Little Beth, with her mouth full of my cock, and her big
blue eyes looking directly up my body at me as she sucked for all she was worth
and moved up and down the shaft. In short order I came and she just kept on
sucking and swallowing, until there was no more to get and I was starting to go
soft. She then released me from her mouth and moved back up to kiss me on the
lips. I stroked her buns as we kissed, but being tied to the bed, I couldn't do
anything more.
Beth went back out and got Jennifer and we talked for a while, about how they
were doing and I filled them in on my upcoming operation. They said they had to
go, but that they would try to stop back before Monday, and definitely would be
in to see me after the operation. I rested better that night than any other that
week.
Friday, brought a stream of nurses and women technicians through the room, to
perform one thing or another each of whom, managed to off handedly mention my
MRI pictures and how they were, "cute; interesting, unusual, etc." All I could
do was turn red and try to ignore them.
Also on Friday, Head Nurse Jones arrived again with her troop of a dozen
students and after checking me over decided that some hairs were starting to
reappear and that I needed shaving again. This time, I was shaved by HER in
front of the class and whereas Amy, Judy and Leslie had been gentle, Head Bitch
Jones was very rough and basically treated me like a slab of meat.
Saturday and Sunday I finally got some rest from the parade through my room, it
seems that the nursing staff works 12 hour shifts on weekends and on my ward at
least, very few students were on duty. The Day nurse was an older woman
(mid-thirties) named Millie, with bright red hair cut short and a "Motherly"
approach to her job and Bill the male nurse who had been on duty when I checked
was the Night nurse. Millie explained that she and Bill worked 3, 12 hour days
per week and got paid for 40 hours. She had small children and the schedule
allowed her to be home more, yet still receive full pay and benefits. Bill, she
said, was going to graduate school and the schedule allowed him to be free all
week for classes, plus he got reduced tuition as a full-time staff member.
Saturday, the doctor's secretary brought a pile of papers for me to sign:
Medical Power of Attorney, Living Will, Informed Consent Waiver, etc. By the
way, if you haven't had surgery lately, the paperwork alone will scare the shit
out of you. That Informed Consent form tells you about the 1-2% who never come
out of anesthesia, the 1% who die on the table from heart failure, the approx.
1% who have permanent brain damage as a result of strokes resulting from blood
clots passing into the blood stream, and a mathematics prognosis for your
successful survival of the surgery. Or how about the 40/60 chance that you might
end up paralyzed for life. The others have you designate who will make medical
decisions for you while you are out and until/or if you don't recover. Whether,
you want measures taken to prolong your life if you are brain dead or severely
brain damaged, etc. Wonderful reading for the day before you are about to have
major spinal surgery.
Up till then I had not been concerned about the implications of surgery, of
course, the only surgery I had ever had was to have my tonsils removed when I
was a kid. Now, I was worried. Late Saturday night I couldn't go to sleep, and
was laying there re-reading those forms for the 50th time. That's when Bill came
in on rounds...
"Hey guy, what are you still doing up?"
"Can't sleep, these forms..." and I visibly trembled.
Bill picked up one of the forms and looked it over; "Man their sense of timing
sure sucks, doesn't it." he offered.
"I'll be straight with you Bill, I wasn't worried until they brought this shit
in today.... Now, now I'm getting scared ..."
"Hey man don't let that crap get too you, yeah it's true that around 1 out of a
hundred don't wake up from the table, but that's based on the total number of
operations. Hell, some of those were all but dead when they put them under and
it also includes accident victims, and old farts and those so out of shape that
their systems couldn't take the strain of the surgery. Your chances are more
like 1 in 10,000 guy, you're young and strong and don't have any problems other
than that disk. Shit, I'd bet those odds any day."
"Well why doesn't it say that?"
"That's legal bullshit to cover their asses man; if they don't give you the
stats and something goes wrong, then you or your family can sue the shit out of
them. Like I said, don't worry man, you'll do fine. Besides, you don't want to
disappoint all those little student nurses who are lining up to put the make on
you when you get back on your feet do you?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You teach self-defense and martial arts at the rec. building don't you?"
"Yea, but not last term or this, due to my back..."
"Hell man, you are the talk of the whole School of Nursing. You, my man have
been deemed a hunk, a prime marital candidate, AND winner of the all-time
sexiest X-Ray/MRI contest. Once you are back on your feet, your classes will be
filled with young pussy that already knows what you have and are after it; think
THAT one over!"
"You mean?"
"I mean copies of a certain MRI are circulating all over the School of Nursing
and through half the hospital female staff...Now give me that paperwork, and get
to sleep, I'll check back in 30 minutes and if you are not asleep, I get my
trusty little hypo and put you to sleep. Understood?"
"Yep!" and I handed the papers to him as he reached for the light switch. I
apparently met his deadline since I don't remember getting any shot.
