From: archive@croydon.dartmouth.edu (CNR Archive)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: CNR: Medical Adventures (mf, light b&d)
Date: 19 Oct 1995 20:42:31 GMT
Organization: Croydon Network Research at Dartmouth College
Message-ID: <466d7n$3r0@dartvax.dartmouth.edu>

     I am the author of several Fem Dom stories posted on

     the net group Alt.Sex.Stories during the past year,

     entitled "Costumed Capers, Tommy/Tomi, Terry, and

     Dominated By Young Girls."  I never had any interest in

     Female Domination prior to last year, and I thought you

     might be interested in how those stories came

     about.........



     The following story represents my experiences last

     winter with the women of the medical professions.

     Names have been changed to protect the not so innocent,

     but the substance of this account is true  (or is it?).





     Due to a couple of ruptured disks in my back, I spent

     most of last winter in extreme pain and was dosed up on

     every pain killer available plus muscle relaxants due

     to spasms in my back.  Over the course of 6 months I

     was poked, prodded, and generally handled by a series

     of Nurses,  Female Doctors,  X-Ray Techs, MRI Techs,

     Physical Therapists, etc.  Having been very active all

     my life, I was not used to being unable to move about

     freely nor to be handled at will by all these women.  I

     was in so much pain however, that I didn't really care

     what happened to me as long as they found some way to

     get rid of the pain.  As I would lay at home, in be-

     tween sessions, I realized that some of the "proce-

     dures" I had been subjected to were not necessarily

     carried out in the "standard" way, if fact some were

     specifically done in such a way as to allow the women

     (and in a couple of cases their friends or co-workers)

     to "check me out".



     At any rate, I had surgery; then started the recovery

     process with more physical therapy etc.



     The net effect of all of this thinking was that I would

     be laying there in bed, recalling in detail the

     procedures and of the women involved.  Now as you might

     suspect, XXSU Medical Center is a Teaching Hospital so

     patients get used to everything being done at least

     twice and usually with an audience.  No matter what it

     is, the student will look over the situation, take

     readings, etc. which are then checked by a regular

     staff member or faculty member; then they finally get

     around to doing what ever the procedure is and the

     results are checked.  Since our medical coverage only

     pays 100% at XXSU facilities except for emergencies,

     the patient has no choice about where the treatment

     will take place unless they are willing to pay 20-50%

     of the tab.





     All of this thinking (and I am sure the drugs helped

     also), started little fantasies moving around in my

     head and since I hate watching game shows and soaps all

     day, yet couldn't get out of bed without a 15-20 minute

     effort and a whole lot of pain.  I had my computer

     moved to a position where I could see the monitor from

     the bed and could put the keyboard on my stomach while

     laying down.  Then started to write for my own

     amusement.  Pain killers and muscle relaxants do

     strange things to the mind and I soon found myself

     writing stories about young boys being dominated by

     their female peers and forced into crossdressing, b&d,

     and various other "humiliating" situations.



     In retrospect, the topics are interesting since I was

     never really interested in these subjects before, but

     the words just "flowed" out and onto the screen before

     me.  I also had an almost constant hard-on while

     writing and found it necessary to stop every once and

     awhile to relieve the pressure in my balls.  I also

     started paying more attention to what was going on

     during my treatments and how some of the young women in

     particular went to great lengths to have me nude

     whether it was necessary or not; and how there always

     seemed to be a need for other women to come and go

     during this period.



     Now I never have claimed to be a hunk or body-builder

     type, but I have always stayed in good shape, opting

     for a toned build over bulk.  This allowed for more

     flexibility and speed than bulk muscles and that was

     what I needed.



     It was all in his imagination - I hear you say....



     I think not...   an example please.... OK



                        Usual Procedures?



     My primary care Doctor NOW  is a woman named Dr. Nancy

     W. (Before all this it was a man Dr. Bell)   When  the

     muscles in my back spasmed into two big knots, I

     managed to make it to the office, ( I should note here,

     that this is a family medical clinic and that when I

     entered, all of the patients in the waiting room were

     women and children). but quickly found that Dr. Bell

     was on vacation.  The receptionist saw how much pain I

     was in  and told me that Dr. W. could see me

     immediately.  I didn't care who saw me just that I

     needed help.  I was quickly ushered back to an

     examination room, where the nurse (whose name I latter

     learned is Vicky) told me to undress and put on the

     usual gown.  She then left and after about 5 minutes

     returned and took the usual blood pressure and heart

     rate, then told me to get up on the examination table.

     As I slowly moved to get on the table,  she noticed

     that I still had on my jockey shorts and said, "those

     have to go too."   Without time for me to respond, she

     bent in front of me and hiked up my gown and pulled

     down the underwear, pausing with her eyes 6" from my

     cock.  As I stepped out of the garment, she guided it

     over my ankles and her hair brushed against the

     sensitive head of my dick (which responded with a half

     erection).



     On the table, I was told to lay back and the half hard

     member was causing a distinct bulge in the gown.  I was

     placed with my knees up and feet flat on the table

     which of course meant that the gown covered nothing of

     my crotch when viewed from the direction of my feet.

     She then produced a rectal thermometer and a tube of

     KY jelly and after lubricating her gloved finger slowly

     inserted it into my ass.  Other than the obligatory

     prostate exams all men must undergo, my little hole

     remained virgin, and in fact had never been entered by

     a female finger (I'm sorry to say!).  Standing between

     my knees and looking me right in the eyes, she slowly

     moved her finger deeper into me, spreading the slick

     lube around.  Her finger made contact with my prostate

     and in nothing flat,  my cock was hard as a rock and

     extending it's full 7 inches (now you know).  The nurse

     looked down and then looked back at me and smiled.  She

     then removed her finger and inserted the thermometer.

     She held onto it and slowly moved it in and out as she

     looked at her wrist watch with a grin on her face.

     After what seemed like more than sufficient time, she

     removed it and recorded the reading, then using a

     tissue in her gloved hand, placed her other hand on my

     groin just above my cock, with the back of her hand

     brushing against it, while she wiped the lubricant from

     my ass.

     

     She then told me I could put my feet down and left the

     room.  Needless to say, the gown had this big peak in

     the middle as she left.

     

     Within 2 minutes (and before my cock could deflate) Dr.

     W. came in accompanied by another woman wearing a lab

     coat.  The Dr. introduced the woman as Mary a medical

     student and asked if it would be alright for her to be

     present during the examination.  I looked over at Mary

     and my heart just about stopped.  Now Vicky had been

     good looking at about 5-6 with a slim trim body and

     average breasts.  But Mary was a tall "willowy"

     brunette with a classic "model's body"  she had legs

     that just seemed to go on forever and had to have been

     at least 5-10 but it was hard to tell laying flat on my

     back on an examination table.  I told the Doctor that

     it was OK  with me.  At that point,  Mary looked at me

     and then giggled as her eyes came to rest on the "tent"

     in my gown and quickly placed her slim right hand over

     her mouth as she attempted to regain her composure. 

     The Doctor looked at her quizzically, then followed her

     sight line and grinned also.  All I could do was turn

     beet red, but couldn't force the boner down no matter

     how much I wanted it to go away.

     

     The Doctor then got down to business and proceeded with

     the examination.  I was told to stand and then the gown

     was removed and standing nude in front of these two

     women with 7" of hard cock pointed straight out, was

     probed and handled by both as they examined the muscles

     of my back.  The examination, was typical of the type

     one gets with a general physical including both of them

     listening to my heart and lungs with their stetho-

     scopes, testing reflexes, checking for hernias ( I must

     admit that I did groan when Mary handled my balls), and

     having me attempt to twist different ways to see where

     it hurt the most.  The only thing unusual was that I

     was completely nude throughout.  

     

     The Doctor then told me to bend over the table and BOTH

     gave me rectal exams massaging my prostate and

     discussing it's size, shape and condition as if I were

     not present.  During this exam, Vicky came back into

     the room and stood in the corner while the Doctor

     examined me.  She left during the FIRST rectal exam and

     I noticed out of the corner of my eye during the SECOND

     rectal exam by Mary, had left the door open.  I could

     hear people going back a forth in the hallway and when

     Mary was examining my balls from behind, between my

     legs as my hard cock pointed down, I groaned.  This

     brought a snicker from outside, so it was obvious that

     I had an audience in the hall.  Keeping me bent over

     with my butt pointed towards the door and the family

     jewels clearly visible between my legs, the Doctors

     made detailed examination of the knotted muscles in my

     back.

     

     The Doctor then ordered a series of X-Rays to be taken

     and called for Vicky to escort me to the X-ray room at

     the other end of the hall.

     

     I was then given my gown back and Vicky and I slowly

     walked down the hall to the X-Ray  room.  Due to the

     knotted muscles in my back, I could not take steps

     longer than about 12 inches without it feeling like I

     was being stabbed; so it took an eternity to make it

     the 75 feet down the hall.  Along the way, we passed a

     number of Women ranging in age from young girls of 11

     or 12 to old women in their 70's.  

     

     

     The whole way, that gown was pushed out in front of me

     and this was cause for amusement among them all.  The

     gown being pushed out in front also meant that it was

     pulled apart in the back and Vicky, who was helping me

     walk was guiding me with her hand on my ass.

     

     In the X-Ray room, a short blonde woman who looked to

     be no more than 22 greeted me with a big smile and told

     me her name was Cindy and that she would be taking the

     X-Rays.  I was told to sit on the edge of a table 

     while she filled out some forms and then was walked

     over to the tilt type X-ray table.  I was placed with

     my back against it and the cold surface caused me to

     shudder when my ass contacted it.  Once I was against

     it.  Cindy pulled straps from the sides of the table

     and then lifted the gown and secured them around my

     waist.  While she was trying to secure it, the gown

     kept getting tangled in the straps and she was getting

     frustrated.  Then she just reached up and untied the

     neck string and pulled it off saying something to the

     effect "Damm, lets get rid of this stupid thing, I've

     already seen your stuff anyway!".  She then quickly

     added two more straps which secured my shoulders and

     legs.   I am now, therefore securely strapped to a

     vertical table, unable to move, with a hard-on pointing

     straight out from my body, facing the door, which Vicky

     had once again left open.  Only this time I could see

     the hallway and the people passing by.  There was only

     one room beyond the X-ray room which I later learned is

     used for storage of supplies and that day it seemed

     that the entire female staff needed to get something

     from that room.

     

     Cindy then proceeded with the X-Rays and tilted the

     powered table in a bunch different angles while she

     shot the pictures.  Being tilted around caused me to

     get dizzy so I just closed my eyes and went with the

     flow.  When she was done, she removed the straps and

     the table was placed in a horizontal position with me

     on my back and yes that pole was still pointed straight

     up.  All through this, every time it would start to go

     down, Cindy or Vicky who was helping her would find

     some need to run their hand over my stomach, thighs, or

     brush against my cock, which would instantly return it

     to full size.  "Now you stay on your back while I

     develop these pictures," Cindy instructed.  "That way

     if I need to reshoot any of them we won't have to get

     you back onto the table."

     

     So there I lay, nude with a hard-on in the middle of

     the room, with the door open.  While Cindy was in the

     darkroom, Vicky sat in a chair by a work table and

     shortly, I heard someone enter the room.  "Oh hi Ann,"

     said Vicky looking towards the door.  Then into my line

     of sight walks the receptionist (who looked to be just

     out of High School) carrying 3 cups of coffee.

     

     "I brought you some coffee" she offered and set the

     tray on the table by Vicky.  Shortly Cindy came out and

     the three of them started talking as though I wasn't

     even there, except, that I could see Ann clearly as she

     was positioned so that when she talked to Cindy, she

     was also looking directly at me.  Ann tried to be

     discrete (unlike some of the others who just plain

     stared) and stole little peeks at my cock, then would

     blush slightly and look away.  What seemed to be about

     ten minutes later a buzzer went off and Cindy went back

     into the darkroom and checked the x-rays.  In a couple

     of minutes, she came back out an pronounced them fine

     and that I could be returned to the examination room.

     

     I was then allowed to get up, but due to the contracted

     muscles in my back needed help so Vicky and Ann each

     took an arm and helped me to stand by the table, 

     Vicky, during this stood directly in front of me and as

     I slid down from the high table guided my body against

     hers so that her breasts rubbed me from my stomach to

     my chest.  Then placed her thigh between my legs and

     held it against my groin while she helped me put the

     gown back on.  The smooth feel of her nylon uniform

     dress against my bare cock once again had it standing

     at full attention.

     

     The hallway scenario is repeated again, gown tented out

     in front, hand on bare ass in back.

     

     Back in the exam room, the Doctor returns and explains

     that she believes I have a bad disk pressing against

     the nerves which is causing the muscles to contract. 

     She points out that according to my history, I have had

     back problems off and on for 10 years and that she is

     going to refer me to a surgeon for further examination. 

     She has already arranged for an appointment two days

     later but in the mean time I will need to get an MRI

     scan for the surgeons use.  Vicky leaves to set up the

     MRI appointment and the Doctor tells me that she is

     going to give me two shots and that I am to go directly

     home (which she notes is less than 5 miles away).  The

     first shot is a powerful pain killer and you should not

     be operating a vehicle under it's influence; it won't

     take effect in the time it will take you to get home,

     but will shortly thereafter.  The other shot is to

     relax your muscles, "They are hard as rocks" (this

     brought a chuckle from Mary who was looking at my hard

     cock pushing out the gown).  I knew what she was

     looking at and turned red again.  They had me get

     dressed except for pulling up my pants then gave me the

     two shots and a prescription to be filled later.  "Now

     go home quickly!"  ordered the doctor, Vicky will call

     you later with the information on your MRI appointment.

     

     Well I made it home OK and my cock was still hard when

     I got there, but not for long.  When that muscle

     relaxant took effect, it was a good thing I was in bed,

     on my back because I have never BEEN so relaxed.  Every

     muscle in my body turned to jelly and I was quickly

     asleep for the next 6 hours.

     

                                  

     **********************************************

     

     As I said, I was in so much pain during the above, I

     really didn't care what they did to me.  Hell they

     could have done it down on the city square for all I

     cared at the time.  But does the above sound like

     "standard" medical procedures?  Is it any wonder that

     scenarios of female domination were bouncing around in

     the head?  Would you like to hear more about my medical

     adventures?  If so see Med. Adv. 2



     Chapter 2 - A Sexy MRI

     

     

     Vicky called me that evening and told me that she had 

     set up my MRI at a private facility since the XXSU MRI  

     was booked solid for the next couple of weeks.  She

     also  said not to worry about the cost that my health

     plan would pay since they had referred me.  And "By the

     way tell Nancy I said Hi!"

     

     About an hour later I got a call from a woman at the  

     MRI facility who confirmed my appointment for 10:00pm

     the next  night, so that I could take the pictures with

     me to the  surgeon the following day.  I was told to

     wear some-thing like a sweatsuit and absolutely no

     metal of any kind.  I was asked about implants, etc.

     and told to be on time since I was the last appointment

     for the day  and that they were staying late to get me

     in.

     

     At 9:45 the next evening, I slowly hobbled into the MRI 

     facility and was greeted by a heavy-set lady in her 

     50's.  "You must be Jim," she said as she locked the 

     door behind me.  "You are a little early, so why don't 

     you fill out these forms, then I'll have the nurse come 

     out and see you; they are tied up with another patient 

     right now."

     

     I was then handed a pile of forms and given a seat at a 

     table in the lobby.  Ten minutes later, I hear a sexy 

     voice say," Are You Jim?"  I look up and see a 

     beautiful redhead, with the most beautiful green eyes I 

     have ever seen, Wearing one of the tightest nurse's 

     pantsuits with curves in all of the right places.

     

     "Ye.. Yes" I studdered, trying to bring my blood 

     pressure back down to earth bound levels.  

     

     "Good, I'm Nancy, the duty nurse."

     

     "Oh, uh, Vicky said to tell you she said Hi," I offered 

     trying to avoid looking at her chest, where her uniform 

     was tailored to showoff to maximum benefit her "C" cup  

     sized tits.

     

     "Yes, she told me ALL about you when she made your 

     appointment."

     

     Nancy quickly reviewed the forms and then handed them 

     to the older woman, who threw them in a tray and while

     putting her coat on told Nancy that she was  through

     for the day and would see her tomorrow.  Nancy 

     followed her to the door and let her out then relocked 

     the door after she exited.

     

     

     Nancy then returned to me and said to follow her back 

     to the imaging room, where the technician was waiting. 

     Again, I slowly made my way back through a hallway 

     using short steps to avoid pain and soon found myself 

     in a large room which housed a giant machine with a 

     hole in the middle.  Kind of like a two story donut 

     made out of white ceramic material.  Waiting in the 

     room was a small dark haired woman who looked more like

     a 12 year old than an adult.  She was introduced as 

     Jane, the MRI technician and she explained the machine 

     and how it worked.  At no more that 5'1" and tiny in 

     all of her features, I had a hard time convincing my 

     brain that this person who looked like a prepubescent 

     girl was a technician, but her voice which was very 

     soft was conveying technical information well beyond 

     her visual age.

     

     Jane asked Nancy if I was ready and Nancy replied that 

     she still had to do the basic medical checks before 

     they started, but had brought me straight back rather 

     than using one of the examining rooms to save time.   

     Jane said she was going back into the control room and 

     to give her a yell when I was ready.

     

     Nancy then brought out a blood pressure gauge and took 

     my reading (which I was still sure had to be higher 

     than a kite), then listened to my heart (which was 

     beating at 90 MPH) and lungs with her stethoscope.

     

     Then facing me she told me to UNDRESS, as they didn't 

     want any clothing to "distort" the images.  Wearing 

     only a sweatshirt, sweatpants, jockey shorts, and 

     tennis shoes, this didn't take long until I got down to 

     the shorts.  "Those TOO!" she said as she stood in 

     front of me with her arms crossed over her tight jacket 

     and a grin on her face.

     

     In my mid-40's I have been nude in front of a number of 

     women, which never bothered me, but for the fourth time 

     in  two days I was being ORDERED by a woman (who was at 

     most 26) to strip in front of her and someone else, 

     since Jane was clearly visible through the window of 

     the control room.  I was embarrassed and turned red, I 

     could feel the heat around my ears; I don't know why, I 

     just was.

     

     Nancy then told me to turn around and I could feel her 

     hands moving over the muscles of my lower back, she 

     turned me some more and I was now facing Jane at her 

     console some 5 feet away on the other side of the glass 

     window, and who was smiling from ear to ear as she 

     surveyed my body.  "Good the muscles are relaxed so we 

     should be able to get good pictures of your spine."

     

     Nancy, then had me bend over and put my hands on the 

     rails for the MRI bed and told me she was going to take 

     my temperature.  "Vicky says you prefer a rectal temp. 

     and I always thought those were the most accurate 

     anyway."

     

     Before I could reply, I felt her finger pressing into 

     my ass and it almost immediately opened to admit her 

     probing digit.  While she worked some lube into me she 

     called out to Jane that I was almost ready and to come 

     in because I would need help getting up onto the 

     apparatus.  I heard the door open and close and had 

     absolutely no doubt that Beautiful Nancy and Cute 

     little Jane were both now behind me and looking at my 

     ass.  Nancy, replaced her finger with the thermometer 

     and as Vicky had done held it with her fingers and 

     moved it around, and in and out while she waited.  The 

     bulb of the device was rubbing against my prostate and 

     sure enough I soon had a hard dick pointing straight 

     down between my wide spread legs.

     

     "Very Nice" I heard Jane whisper to Nancy who did not 

     give a response I could hear.

     

     Nancy, then wiped the excess lube from my puckered hole 

     and the two of them turned me to face them.  Jane 

     giggled, "Well ONE muscle isn't relaxed!" This caused 

     Nancy to laugh and me to turn even redder.

     

     "That often happens with a rectal temp." Nancy said to 

     Jane, trying to sound authoritative.  "Ok Stud, up on

     the  tray."

     

     As I tried to get up on the plastic tray mounted on the 

     rails, I got stabbed with pain and my cock immediately 

     deflated.  The women helped me inch my way up and back 

     and Nancy's tits were all over me, but I was in no 

     shape to appreciate them.  Tears were freely flowing 

     down my cheeks as I fought back the pain.  Once in 

     place, Jane came to where my head was laying in a set 

     of blocks, as I squeezed my eyes trying to shut down 

     the tears.  She gently stroked my head and ran her 

     fingers through my hair, and almost whispered, "God 

     that must have REALLY hurt.  Just relax now and we'll 

     get this over with."

     

     I relaxed as best I could and Jane put a set of 

     earplugs into my ears after telling me to lay perfectly 

     still.  "This machine will sound like a jackhammer when 

     I move the magnets around and it will be very tight in  

     the tunnel, but don't worry, we'll be right here and 

     you can talk to me through the intercom located above 

     your head.

     

     Jane then disappeared as Nancy finished setting the 

     sides of the tractor bed to hold me in a fixed 

     position.  The bed started to move, and soon I was 

     traveling into the machine and lost all reference 

     points.  The top of the passageway was less than 6" 

     from my nose and although I have never been 

     claustrophobic, I sure was feeling it then.  I was like 

     being in a coffin and I could feel my heart rate jump 

     and even though I knew the machine was open on both 

     ends, found it hard to breathe.

     

     I could hear Jane talking to Nancy on the intercom.

     

     "Nance, I'm picking up increased heart and breathing 

     rates; since this is a lower back series, I'm going to 

     run him up near the other end, do something to distract 

     him or we may have to sedate him!"

     

     I tried to calm down, but the closeness was more than I 

     could take; there was no rationality too it, I just 

     KNEW, I would die in there.  Soon, the bed started 

     moving again and then stopped just a flash of light 

     became visible above my head.  "Jim, tilt you head back 

     so you can see out of the machine," I heard Jane's 

     voice say.  "Good now, hold your head in that exact 

     position, don't move until I tell you."

     

     "Jim, this is Nancy," I heard faintly, not coming 

     through the speaker, "look at me Jim, can you see me 

     Jim?"  Just then she came into view in the crack of 

     space visible between the tractor bed and the machine. 

     

     "I can see movement, but I can't tell what it is," I 

     replied.  Then suddenly, the white color visible 

     through the crack turned flesh tone from the center out 

     and I saw a pair of gorgeous breasts displayed upside 

     down from my point of view.  The nipples were rose red 

     on very pale white skin and were standing erect like 

     two missiles ready for launch.  All I could say was "Oh 

     Nancy, they're beautiful!"  I couldn't move a muscle 

     the way I was pinned in that contraption,... well 

     that's not true... I DID move One muscle.  I got hard 

     again!

     

     Nancy, squeezed her breasts together, then pinched her 

     nipples and pulled on them, allowing them to snap back, 

     my total attention was focused on the fantastic sight 

     above and behind me, just visible.

     

     "Nancy!  What the HELL are you doing!" Jane yelled 

     through the intercom.  Apparently, Jane could not see 

     her since the machine was between them.

     

     

     "Just what you said!" Nancy's fainter voice replied, 

     "Distracting Him!"

     

     Jane started laughing "The Doc ain't going to believe 

     these pictures; I've never seen an MRI of a hard cock 

     before!"  "The profile shots are just GREAT!"

     

     Shortly, the machine which had been making a high 

     pitched noise, wound down and then came to a stop.  The 

     Tractor bed started moving again towards my feet and 

     the vision of those wonderful breasts was gone from 

     sight.

     

     When I came out the other end, Nancy was standing 

     beside the bed and her uniform was again closed.  Jane 

     came out and said the computer images were being 

     transferred to film and that they could get me back

     down  now.  My hard cock was still pointing up at a 45

     degree  angle towards my belly.  But as soon as we

     started the  process of getting me off the machine, I

     got stabbed in  the back again and ended up on the

     floor, curled up and  crying again.  Both women tried

     to ease me into a  comfortable position, but the pain

     was relentless.   Finally the spasm passed and Nancy

     helped me get  dressed while Jane went to retrieve the

     films.  As she  pulled up my sweatpants, Nancy gave my

     cock a squeeze  and gave me a kiss on the cheek "for

     being such a good  sport."

     

     The women helped me across the ice covered parking lot 

     and into my car for the drive home.  Then said 

     goodnight as they separated and went to their own 

     vehicles.

     

     When I got home, I took the films out of the big 

     envelope and looked at them.  Sure enough, 6 shots 

     showed my stiff cock pointing right out there and I 

     knew, THAT would not be missed in the future.



     Chapter 3 - The Surgeon and Physical Therapy

     

     The next day was my appointment at the surgeons office,

     arriving at the appointed hour I was ushered to an

     examination room and given a new pile of forms to

     complete and again told to undress and put on the pro-

     offered gown.  The nurse took the file from Dr. W. and

     the envelopes of X-Ray and MRI pictures and told me the

     Doctor would be with me in about 15 minutes.  While

     sitting in the room, wearing that thin gown and filling

     out the latest 50 forms, I hear a disruption in the

     adjacent room.

     

     "OH MY GOD!  Janet... Janet! You HAVE to SEE This! Your

     NOT going to Believe it!"

     

     I didn't NEED to ask what the nurse was looking at nor

     what she wanted Janet to see.  I KNEW it was my MRI

     pictures with the prominent hard-on clearly visible

     including two views which showed it in cross section. 

     All I could do was turn red and try to ignore the

     laughter and cackling from the other side of the wall.

     

     About 5 minutes later and before the Doctor came in,

     the Nurse returned to pickup and check the paperwork. 

     While looking over the insurance forms, she casually

     said, "Oh by the way, Jim, those are VERY interesting

     MRI pictures, EVERYTHING came our VERY Clear; we've

     NEVER seen any like them before!"  Then smiled at me as

     I again turned VERY red.

     

     The Doctor arrived shortly thereafter and the Nurse

     left with the pile of paperwork.  After the usual exam

     conducted by orthopedic specialists, he told me he was

     going to schedule me for an MRI.  I advised him that I

     had already had one and had brought the film with me. 

     He then left and said he would look them over then be

     right back.

     

     When he returned, he was smiling and said; "I see you

     had an INTERESTING MRI session."

     

     "You might say that," I replied, "But the pictures also

     don't tell that I LEFT that way either."

     

     "Oh!"

     

     "Well anyway it looks to me that you have two herniated

     and/or ruptured disks, probably degenerative, since you

     don't indicate an accident, either one of which could

     be pressing against a nerve which is probably what is

     causing the muscles to spasm.  Now, I prefer to use

     surgery as a last resort, so we are going to try a

     conservative approach and give you some anti-inflam-

     matory drugs to take in addition to what Dr. W. has

     prescribed and also schedule you for 5 weeks of daily

     Physical Therapy.  If that doesn't work, then I will

     arrange for a second opinion and probably schedule you

     for surgery.  Check with the Nurse after you get

     dressed, she will have setup the PT appointment for

     you."

     

     After dressing, I went out to the Nurse's desk and she

     handed me a note showing my appointment the next day at

     the hospital physical therapy department.  "I've

     already talked to them, Jim, so they know what to

     expect and I will send them a file with the necessary

     procedures to be performed.  Have FUN!"

     

                        Physical Therapy!

     

     The next morning I reported to the Outpatient Physical

     Therapy Department as scheduled, on arrival, I checked

     in at the desk and was told I needed to see Barbara,

     the Director, who would evaluate my case and assign my

     therapist.  I was then lead back through a long room

     with curtained off cubicals each containing a padded

     table and electronic equipment, to an office near the

     back of the area.  Inside was a tall slim black woman

     with very dark skin, and her hair fixed up in kind of a

     bun at the back of her head.  She introduced herself as

     the Director, then added but just call me Barbara, " we

     are informal here in Physical Therapy."  She pulled my

     file from a tray and started reading through it,

     flipping the pages rather rapidly.  While she was doing

     that, I was checking out the two dozen certificates and

     degrees hanging on the wall telling me how qualified

     she was.  

     

     At one point, she kind of snickered and when I glanced

     over was looking at my file with her hand over her

     mouth.  When she turned the page up to see the next

     one, I saw the reason for the snicker.  In the file was

     a xerox copy of one of the MRI's with (you guessed it)

     my hard cock stuck out.  I turned red, but she never

     said a word about it.

     

     "Ok Mr. ..."

     

     "Just call me Jim," I replied, "Since Physical Therapy

     is informal."

     

     "Ok, Jim, Dr. R. has ordered 5 weeks of therapy, 5

     times per week, to include hot packs, massage, electro

     stimulation, and supervised exercise in a special set

     of exercises for back problems called 'Spine Neutral'

     exercises.  But before we can do that, we will need to

     do a complete evaluation of your present condition, so

     that we have a point against which to measure

     progress."

     

     "When do we start?"

     

     "Today, but ... Jim you know this is a teaching

     hospital... I have a class of new Physical Therapy

     students starting their clinical practice this week and

     I am going to use you as part of their training... as

     an instructor here at the University, you know how

     important it is for our students to have hands on

     training..."

     

     "Uh..." was all I could get out.

     

     "I will be back for you in about 10 minutes and we will

     do the evaluation, then I will assign your case to one

     of the students under the supervision of one of my

     staff therapists."

     

     Barbara came back a little while later and ushered me

     to an adjacent room.  "Ok Jim, I will need you to get

     completely undressed and put on this gown, (indicating

     one on a massage table) do you need any help?  No..

     Good, I'll be back in a couple of minutes."

     

     I got undressed as ordered and put on the gown.  This

     one however, must have been made for a midget, because

     it just barely covered my butt and the velcro on the

     catches was just about shot.

     

     Barbara returned and taking me by the arm lead me

     through an adjacent door into a classroom where there

     were seated 25-30 young women students between the ages

     of 18 and about 23 and two older women probably in

     their 30's and one male student.

     

     "Class, this is Jim.  He is a new patient of ours and

     is an instructor here at the university.  As a new

     patient, he needs a complete evaluation write up, and

     has agreed to assist me in showing you how do that."  

     

     (When the hell did I agree to that!  She never asked

     me, she TOLD me I was going to.  went through my head

     like a lightning bolt).  But at this point I am

     standing in front of the class and in considerable pain

     so What the Hell ... Let's get it over with!

     

     So there I am standing in front of about 30 young women

     (and 1 male) wearing nothing but a very short

     examination gown (which as I said just barely covered

     my ass).  Barbara, then selected two students to come

     forward and assist with the procedure.  

     

     

     Beth, a small slim blonde with a cute face and a "boy

     cut" hair style and rather flat chested; who looked at

     most 18 years old and Susan, a woman in her mid 20's,

     about 5-6, long black hair tied in a pony tail (god do

     I love pony tails (but that is another story), and kind

     of homely looking with her glasses on but with a body

     that would stop trains.  We are talking something like

     44-26-38, I mean the biggest breasts I had ever seen on

     someone her size.  

     

     Now I am not really into big breasts, in fact, I prefer

     small breasts as they are more  pleasing to the eye (It

     has also been my *experience* that small breasted women

     tend to be more adventurous in sex; not making any

     generalizations, just an observation, based upon my

     actual experience).  But Susan's just could not be

     ignored.

     

     Beth starts things rolling by measuring my height and

     weight, chest, waist and hip measurements, then asked

     Barbara, the nature of the problem.  Barbara, handed

     the women three sheets of paper from my file, which

     outlined the disk problem, and the Doctor's prescrip-

     tion for Physical Therapy.  While Beth was looking over

     this paperwork, Susan started through a series of

     questions regarding medical history, current comp-

     laints, what movements are painful, rate the pain on a

     1-10 scale, any other health problems, etc.

     

     Beth then asked me to turn around so that they could

     check the area where the muscle spasms occur and as I

     do, she opens the back of the gown, so that my cute

     little ass is now on display to a whole room full of

     women.  Now the muscles in my back were at the time

     partially knotted, and both women poked and prodded the

     area, then brought out some kind of instrument to

     measure density, and took readings from adjacent areas

     as well as the affected area.  Barbara, then told the

     rest of the class to gather around, where they could

     closely observe.

     

     Next I was asked to stretch as far overhead as I could,

     which of course caused the gown to raise up all the way

     around and while I am in this position, they take

     additional readings and I am looking at half a dozen

     women directly in front of me.  They are not looking at

     my face however, or watching what Beth and Susan are

     doing but looking directly down at my crotch and

     smiling.  Next I am bent left and right and

     measurements taken with a device which gives them the

     angle of maximum bend and then told to bend backwards

     as far as possible which thrusts my hips upward and the

     gown retracted onto my stomach.  The entire class can

     now see my crotch since I'm bent back and several

     giggles erupt from the area behind my head.

     

     "Now ladies, Jim has been kind enough to allow us to

     practice on him, so let's not embarrass him!" says

     Barbara, (Kind of late for that thought! Runs through

     my mind).  As my ears and face turn bright red.

     

     Next, I am to bend forward, and since the back of the

     gown had not been rehooked, when I bent as to touch my

     toes, it slid down my arms and off onto the floor so

     fast I couldn't catch it.  I am now standing bent over

     forward, completely nude, with my ass pointed at 18 or

     20 women behind me.  Again measurements were taken and

     Beth tells me to stand back upright.  

     

     "Wait a minute Beth, you need to take a density

     reading, since this stretches his lower back to the

     maximum," observes Barbara.

     

     So I am told to remain in that position, while they

     again press this device against my back.  "Now move

     your feet apart, Jim, and try to put your hands on the

     floor; that's it, wider, until you can reach it."  By

     the time I can reach the floor, my feet are about 3'

     apart and I know damm well that my cock, balls, and

     asshole are wide open to view by everyone behind me

     because I can see them from between my legs.  There are

     a lot of smiling women and elbows nudging each other

     and again their attention doesn't seem to be on what

     Beth and Susan are doing with the device on my back.

     

     Now the whole series of movements is repeated only this

     time with my hands behind my head and completely nude,

     since Barbara observed that "That old rag, doesn't want

     to stay on and gets in the way, anyway."

     

     When that is done, Barbara, had four of the students

     move a massage table to the front of the class room and

     tells me to get up on the table.  

     

     I had learned the hard way that two movements were

     guaranteed to cause my back to spasm.  One getting out

     of a chair without lifting myself with my arms and two,

     trying to get onto something higher than my butt by

     backing onto it, which was how she wanted me to do it.

     

     "I can't do that Barbara, if I try to back onto it,

     I'll get stabbed by pain."  I said.

     

     "Sure you can." she replied, "Don't be such a BABY!"

     

     "Barbara, EVERY TIME, I have tried to back onto

     anything higher than a chair for the past week, I have

     had a violent muscle spasm; SO DON'T GIVE ME THAT BABY

     SHIT!"

     

     I was mad, I had played her little game so far, but

     calling me a BABY in front of the class was going too

     far!  The room was dead silent; everyone knew, Barbara

     had crossed a line and were waiting for her response.

     

     "Now listen Jim..."

     

     "NO YOU LISTEN BARBARA, If you want to use me to

     instruct your class, OK, but I don't have to put up

     with that CRAP, and WILL NOT!  DO YOU UNDERSTAND? OR

     SHOULD I HAVE THE FACULTY COUNCIL DISCIPLINARY BOARD

     EXPLAIN IT TO YOU!"

     

     You could have heard a pin drop!

     

     "Uh, Jim you are absolutely correct, I was out of line

     and I apologize... Could you allow us to continue...?"

     

     "Fine, if you want me on the table, I'll get on the

     table, but not by backing onto it."  I then turned,

     leaned over the table, and pulled myself onto it face

     down, then one at a time pulled my legs up with gritted

     teeth, due to the pain and laid face down on the table.

     

     "Thank you Jim... Class we will continue now..."

     

     Barbara, then started into what actually sounded like

     professional instruction of the students.  Pointing out

     the various muscles involved in my problem and asking

     for student opinion as to what massage techniques

     should be used, to release the tension in the affected

     area.  She then queried the students as to the other

     instructions from the doctor and what they would need

     to do to follow those orders in my case.

     

     When the question and answer session between teacher

     and students wound down, Barbara asked me what time of

     day I would be available for my treatments.  I advised

     that I was available anytime, as I was unable to work

     in this condition and was on medical leave.

     

     "Fine, your case will be handled by Beth and the staff

     Therapist will be Lisa J.  Lisa, would you and Beth

     please take Jim to the treatment area and get started

     on his treatment for today."

     

     Laying nude on the table, I looked to my right and out

     of the crowd a tall woman approached, wearing a white

     lab coat.  She is slender and has dark brown hair,

     which like Beth's was in a "Boy Cut" style.  She wears

     3 diamonds pierced into each ear and also like Beth is

     small chested.  At about age 30, she walks with

     assurance and smiles down at me as she says, " Hi! Jim,

     let's get you up and over to the other room for your

     treatment; Do you need help or would you rather get up

     on your own.  I know that people with back problems

     usually don't like people pulling on them because it

     can hurt pretty badly."

     

     I smiled back, "I'll get up on my own, if you don't

     mind."  and started edging myself back off the table

     until I was again standing, bent over it, then lifted

     my torso off with my arms.

     

     Lisa put her hand in the small of my back and gently

     guided me towards the door.  At that point, I realized

     I was still completely nude and was headed for a public

     area, and stopped dead in my tracks.

     

     "What's the matter Jim?"

     

     "Uh, shouldn't I put something on?"

     

     "No need we are going to the last cubical where you

     undressed, it's just on the other side of the door. 

     Beth, why don't you walk in front, then no one will be

     able to see anything."

     

     So out we went and when we hit the other side, I stayed

     close behind Beth and slid into the curtained off

     cubical before anyone could see me.  Lisa maintained

     her hand on my back the whole way.

     

     "Beth go get some hot packs and we'll get Jim started." 

     

     Lisa then had me get up on the table and lay on my

     back, I was acutely conscience that I was laying there

     nude under the attention of a fully clothed woman, who

     I might add, had the most pleasant smile and expressive

     brown eyes, I have had the pleasure to observe...

     

     Beth came back with the hot packs and the two women

     helped me sit up then arraigned them on the table and

     laid me back on them.  The wet heat was fantastic and

     Lisa then put a sheet over me and said they would be

     back in 20 minutes.

     

     The hot packs felt so good that I fell asleep and in

     what seemed like no time at all, felt a gentle hand on

     my shoulder and a soft voice calling me back to

     conscienceness.  "Jim... Jim... wake up Jim..."

     

     As I opened my eyes, I saw little Beth leaning over me

     smiling with her hand resting on my chest just above

     the left nipple.  "Time to wake up!  I have to do your

     back now."

     

     They sat me up again and removed the pads from below

     me, then had me turn over onto my stomach.  The sheet

     was removed and Beth explained that she was going to

     attach some electrical leads to my back which would

     conduct charges into the muscle.  I indicated that I

     wasn't thrilled with the prospect of getting jolted and

     she explained that it was more like a "tingle" and

     would pulse, that it releases the tension in the

     muscles and actually felt pretty good.

     

     Six pads were placed on my back from the top of my buns

     upward to the middle of my back on either side of the

     spine.  When she turned on the machine, I felt the

     "tingle" on the bottom set of pads and the muscles in

     my ass contracted, then released, and the next set of

     pads activated.  The effect was a moving contraction -

     release sequence from the bottom upward, then started

     over again.

     

     After a couple of cycles, I told her that it really DID

     feel good, and that I shouldn't have worried.

     

     Both women sat in chairs adjacent to my table while the

     machine worked me over and discussed my case.  Lisa was

     questioning Beth on the "Spine Neutral" exercises and

     it seemed that the younger woman gave the right answers

     since each response got a nod from Lisa.

     

     Next came the massage, and Beth put some lotion on my

     back and started working on the area between my lower

     ribs and the bottom of the spine.  After about 3

     minutes, Lisa stopped her and told her she would need

     to force much harder with her hands and that she should

     stroke all the way up and out onto my shoulders about

     every third time, to prevent cramping in adjacent

     muscle groups.  Likewise that she should also work

     downward away from the primary site for the same

     reason.  She then lubed up her hands and demonstrated

     the technique she had been describing.  IT WAS

     FANTASTIC!  I knew immediately, that I had never really

     had a massage until Lisa went to work on me.  She

     worked at it for a couple of minutes, then started

     talking to me as she stroked.

     

     "You must workout a lot Jim, You have great muscle

     tone."

     

     "Not in the regular sense of pumping iron," I replied,

     I teach physical education, and that keeps me pretty

     well toned and flexible."

     

     "A little more that 'pretty well' I'd say, there's

     hardly any fat on you anywhere; you wouldn't believe

     how many REALLY out of shape people we treat here.  I

     enjoy working on someone who takes care of themselves

     for a change."

     

     After a couple more minutes, Lisa turned me back over

     to Beth and guided her through the techniques,

     occasionally telling her to use more or less pressure,

     work her thumb in such a way, press here, stroke there,

     etc.  I was in heaven!  

     

     Beth massaged me for about another half hour then wiped

     off the excess massage lubricant and told me to sit up

     on the edge of the table.  Getting up to the required

     position, she handed me a thick spiral bound booklet

     which was a manual from some back clinic on how to

     perform the various "spine neutral" exercises and

     explained the benefits of each exercise.  Both women

     were sitting on chairs in front of me and although I

     had been nude in front of these women for the past two

     hours, and both had examined me in detail, I suddenly

     became conscience of my state of undress when I

     realized that my crotch was at their eye level and that

     I was fully exposed.  I turned red and felt my ears

     heat up; which caused Beth to give me a strange look.

     

     "Something wrong?"

     

     "Uh, no... I, I just realized I am sitting here

     carrying on a "normal" conversation with two very

     lovely women; me naked and them fully clothed."

     

     "Oh Jim, relax..." said Lisa, "we are in a

     'professional' situation, not a social one, and you

     have nothing to be embarrassed about... you have a VERY

     good body and should be proud of it."

     

     Just then another therapist walked in and after

     glancing over at me, told Lisa that one of her patients

     in the Orthopedic Post-Op ward was having problems and

     could she break free to go up and work with her.  

     

     "Sure, tell them I'll be right up; Beth is familiar

     enough with the exercise program to instruct Jim on how

     to do them and I see no need for me to stay here. 

     Beth, get him started on the first 10 exercises and I

     will see you both tomorrow morning.  Bye Jim... see you

     at 10:00 sharp."

     

     Beth then positioned me on the table on my hands and

     knees and we started through the various exercises. 

     The series must have been developed by someone into

     serious pain, because for slow movement exercises, I

     have never felt so much stress.  For example, with your

     hands and knees set 6" out from your body line and

     while holding your abdominal muscles fully contracted,

     extend your right arm and left leg together, outward

     raising both at the same time, while you balance on

     your left hand and right knee until you reach maximum

     elevation and extension.  This should take about 10-15

     seconds, now slowly (in a controlled manner) lower them

     and switch to the other arm/leg combination.  Remember

     to keep your abdominals LOCKED throughout the movement;

     do this 10 times for each side.

     

     Needless to say, doing these nude shows EVERYTHING you

     have.  Especially, when you are on a table and the

     viewer is standing with her head at the same height as

     your back line.  Additionally, Beth would hold one hand

     on my back and the other on my stomach throughout many

     of the repetitions to make sure that the abdominals

     were being held tight.  Or would have a hand on one of

     my thighs or arms or cheeks of my butt either to guide

     me or check muscle stress, in particular near the end

     when an arm or leg would begin to tremble.  All this

     contact from her soft hands was beginning to cause some

     trembling for a different reason.

     

     At one point when she was squeezing the cheek on the

     right side of my ass, I said, " Uh, Beth... If you keep

     that up, Uh... you are going to get some, Uh ...

     unprofessional, Uh... results..."

     

     Her fingers at that point were between the cheeks in

     the crack and her thumb was making circular pressing

     movement into the hip side of the muscle.

     

     "Uh, Beth, I assume it is you left hand,... well to be

     quite honest, ... it... it is getting me excited..."

     

     Without, moving the hand, she looked between my wide

     spread legs and at my fully exposed groin.  The cock

     was just short of full extension and was pointed

     downward towards the table.  "Ohhh, I see what you

     Mean!"

     

     Without warning, she reached under me with her right

     hand and grasped my shaft, which immediately came to

     FULL erection and gave it several pulls as if milking a

     cow, then just held it for a while, clamped tightly in

     her hand.

     

     "Well I THINK THAT IS ENOUGH FOR TODAY." she said in a

     husky voice, then released my cock and told me to sit

     on the edge of the table facing her again.

     

     I moved to the sitting position and my cock was

     standing straight up.  Beth then spread my legs and

     stepped between them; lightly ran her hands over my

     sides, then said, "Jim, I'm going to help you get down,

     now, so I want you to put your arms on my shoulders and

     your legs around my hips, then I'm going to pull you

     towards me and let you slide down my body to the floor,

     OK?"

     

     Before I could answer, she reached between us and moved

     my cock to a vertical position pressed between us, then

     tightly hugged me around the chest below the arms and

     pulled me forward.  As my butt cleared the table, my

     cock and balls slid down the front of her uniform as my

     inner thighs slid down the outside of her body.

     

     "Ouch!" I exclaimed.

     

     "What... What's wrong?"

     

     "Your buttons!  The buttons on my balls!" 

     

     Beth, giggled, then while still hugging me, reached

     down with her left hand and gently massaged my balls in

     her tiny hand, while making cooing sounds with her head

     pressed against my chest.

     

     I groaned and trembled at her manipulation and was just

     short of cuming when she abruptly stopped and backed

     away.

     

     "Ok Jim, I've got to go now, but I'll see you in the

     morning, get dressed and don't forget to sign the log

     on your way out."  She turned and was gone through the

     curtain.

     

     It was a hard drive back to the house thinking about

     that sexy little minx and her wonderful hands.

     

     to be continued...



     Chapter 4 - Physical Therapy Day 2

     

     The next day I reported to Physical Therapy as

     scheduled and was met by Beth at the reception desk,

     then ushered back to the same treatment booth as the

     previous day.  

     

     "Undress Jim and get up on the table, while I go get

     your hot packs."

     

     I stripped and then looked around for one of the gowns

     and finding none, worked my way up onto the table face

     down.

     

     When Beth returned, I asked about a gown, and she just

     smiled and said, "It'll just get in the way, so I

     didn't get one out; now sit up a minute and I'll put

     these under you."

     

     So I sat up and she positioned the pads then had me lay

     back on them and covered me with a sheet, then left as

     had happened the day before.

     

     After 30 minutes, she returned and did the electro

     stimulation, and then started the manual massage.  This

     day however, she spent a considerable amount of time

     massaging downward onto my rear end, which I might say

     felt great.  We talked as she worked, and she told me

     that she had just turned 19 and had moved to the city

     from the Chicago area.  Her goal was to be a specialist

     is sports therapy and that she eventually wanted to get

     her Master's Degree and open a specialized clinic of

     her own.

     

     When she had completed the massage, she again directed

     me in the exercises.  This time we started with me on

     my back and did some new ones involving leg lifts and

     arm leg combinations.  Again, her soft hand spent most

     of the time on my stomach as I did the exercises and I

     was acutely aware that this pretty young woman had a

     completely unobstructed view of my entire front side. 

     The idle movement of her hand inches away from and

     occasionally brushing my cock had the expected effect,

     I was soon sporting a boner with a mind of it's own.

     

     Beth took note of it with a very long stare but never

     made any move to touch it directly or made any comment

     about it.  

     

     "Ok, up on your hands and knees, Jim, and we'll do the

     ones you learned yesterday."

     

     "What's this 'WE'" I said in a joking manner, "I

     haven't seen you do any of these exercises yet."

     

     

     "No any you probably never will!  'WE' as in your

     doctor ordered that you be supervised in these

     exercises to prevent injury and I am the designated

     'Supervisor', now move mister!"

     

     "Yes Massa" I said chuckling imitating slave talk from

     some old movie I had seen.

     

     "NOT Master - MISTRESS," she replied, "But you may call

     me 'MISSY'," she said with a wink and a grin.

     

     So there I am again, on hands and knees, my cock

     pointing like a missile and my balls hanging down

     between my open legs.  Beth again places one hand on my

     back and the other on my stomach as I do the controlled

     exercises and again I feel the one on my back work

     downward until it is continuously on my butt and gently

     massaging the right cheek.

     

     Her hand on my stomach abruptly moved downward and she

     grasped my hard cock in her tiny hand.

     

     "Don't move you hips, when you do the extensions" she

     said with a husky voice.  Still holding onto my cock as

     she spoke.  "Now continue."

     

     These exercises were hard enough, but with her holding

     onto my shaft as I started moving, it was too much. 

     Changing positions caused my cock to pull against her

     hand and her little finger was wrapped around just

     below the head on that sensitive part.  I groaned with

     each movement.  Then I heard a giggle!

     

     Looking over my right shoulder, to my shock, I see Lisa

     with four other female students standing in the open

     curtain doorway.  I couldn't believe it!  I'm kneeling

     (wide open) with Beth firmly holding my steel hard cock

     in front of a bunch of young women.  I turned beet red

     and dropped my head down onto my forearms.  Beth still

     held me tightly.

     

     "Well Beth, I brought these other students over to

     observe how to do these exercises, but I must say, THAT

     is a UNIQUE way to maintain supervisory CONTROL."

     

     "Uh.. Lisa, he kept moving his hips when he changed

     and, and... it seemed like an easy way to prevent

     that..."

     

     The women moved into the booth, and now surrounded the

     table.  "We'll see," said Lisa, "continue the

     exercises."

     

     "OK, Jim let's start again; up on your hands." Beth

     ordered, with her right hand still firmly clamped on my

     cock.

     

     Lisa lifted my shoulders bending me backwards and I put

     my arms back in position.  She then stood by my head

     with her body almost touching my hair.  I could smell

     her perfume strongly and she kept her hands on my

     shoulders just inside the arms, laying lightly with her

     fingers extending onto my back, her thumbs pointed

     downward on the front.  "Come on Jim, let's get going

     here," her soft voice almost whispered.

     

     I started again and during the course of the exercises,

     all of the women ran their hands over my body, back,

     stomach, arms, legs, ass, but Beth maintain her grip on

     my still hard cock.  All of this contact had me just

     short of cuming, and pre-cum was dripping from my cock

     down onto the sheet on the table.  My balls felt like

     they were about to explode and I could feel the sack

     drawn up in anticipation of climax.

     

     Lisa, told me to stop!

     

     "OK girls, that's it, you can go now."  Then turned to

     Beth after they had gone.  

     

     "Beth, you have created considerable muscle tension in

     this patient, putting additional stress on his lower

     back, which he certainly doesn't need; and it is YOUR

     responsibility to relieve his stress... Do you

     understand?"

     

     "Uh... yes Lisa, I... I'll take care of it."

     

     "Fine, I'll be in my office.  I want to see you when

     you are done."

     

     Lisa then left, and Beth's left hand which had been

     massaging my right ass cheek again, moved downward and

     gently squeezed my balls.  "Uuuuhhhhggggaaaahhh" I

     moaned, and her right hand worked my cock in smooth

     long strokes.  In short order, I sprayed cum all over

     the sheet below me, then collapsed onto my side, laying

     on the juice soaked cloth.  As my body rolled on the

     way down, Beth kept stroking until my formerly hard

     cock, was back to normal size.  Beth used her left hand

     to stroke my body, and ran her fingers along the right

     side of my head, through my hair, returning with her

     index finger tracing my jaw line.  Her right hand,

     continued to gently massage my dick, then my cock and

     balls together.

     

     "Thank you Beth," I rasped.

     

     

     "Your welcome," she said as she bent forward and gave

     me a quick 'sisterly' kiss on the lips.  "Now lets get

     you cleaned up and dressed, that's it for today."

     

     Beth then used a washcloth to wipe the cum from me and

     again positioned me to help me get off of the table. 

     When she stepped between my legs, however, she looked

     down at my exposed genitals and then unbuttoned her

     smock and turned the big buttons under.  "Wouldn't want

     a repeat of yesterday!" she giggled as she wrapped her

     arms around me as if picking up a small child.

     

     When my feet hit the floor and took my weight, she

     continued to hold on, hugging me with her body pressed

     full length against me and her small head held firmly

     against my chest.  I returned her hug but was unsure as

     to what to do.  She was so young and I was in no

     condition physically to get involved with a sexual

     affair at the time.  After a couple of minutes, she

     released me and looked up into my eyes while still

     lightly maintaining her hold with her hands on my

     waist.  I leaned forward, and gave her a light kiss on

     the lips.  She responded by opening her mouth as my

     tongue brushed her lips and she sucked my tongue into

     her mouth.  After breaking off, she gently patted my

     ass and smiled.  "See you tomorrow sport!"

     

     That night, I couldn't sleep.  I had trouble sleeping

     anyway due to the constant pain.  But this night, I

     spent most of the night thinking about cute little

     Beth, her firm little body, her wonderful hands, and

     her sweet tasting mouth.



     Physical Therapy - Day Three

     

     

     The next day when I reported for my appointment, it was

     Lisa who met me at the reception desk.  "Jim, I need

     you to come back to my office before we get started

     today... If you would follow me please?"

     

     In her office, Lisa asked me to sit down, then started

     slowly, with a worried look on her face....

     

     "Jim, I want to apologize for what happened yesterday,

     Beth was way out of line..... and.... Had I known what

     she, she was doing.... I wouldn't have brought the

     other students into the treatment booth..."

     

     Lisa had a trembling sound to her voice and it was

     clear that she was worried that I might report what had

     happened.  Her right hand was cupping her chin and her

     eyes were downcast as if to avoid contact until I gave

     her a response.  There was a pause as I tried to

     formulate an answer...

     

     "Please, Jim, don't report this incident, or... or I'll

     lose my job... I should have been present... and , and

     I wasn't... I can assure you that it won't happen

     again..."

     

     Lisa was on the verge of tears, so I slowly stood and

     walked around the desk, until I was standing beside her

     seated form; she rose slowly, and was now shaking.

     

     "Lisa, relax... I'm not going to report you or Beth or

     anyone..."  I gently put my hand on her shoulder and at

     my touch, she grabbed me around the chest, with her

     arms under mine and hugged me forcefully; her whole

     body was trembling.  Her head was pressed into my

     shoulder and I gently stroked the back of her head and

     neck as I continued.

     

     "Lisa, Beth is a young girl and still learning about

     life, she had a little fun at my expense, ... but I

     don't care... No one was hurt, and other than being

     embarrassed at being exhibited to the other students in

     that condition,... and they had already seen me nude

     anyway... Oh what the Hell!  It's Ok.... Don't worry

     about it..."

     

     "Oh God Thank You Jim!"   "I... I just don't know what

     I would have done... if... if you were really upset and

     pushed the issue..."  She then looked up at me and then

     kissed me VERY thoroughly, then rested her head against

     me again while I held her.  Her body soon stopped

     trembling and after a couple of minutes, she drew back

     and tried to regain her professional composure.

     

     "Are You OK?" I asked as I still lightly held her slim

     shoulders.

     

     "Yes.. yes... I'm fine, we... we better get started on

     your treatment."

     

     Lisa then led me down the main hallway to another area

     than the one previously used, and opened a door to what

     was apparently another treatment area.  Inside, I was

     led to another (solid) door and beyond it was a

     'private' treatment room, with the same type of

     equipment.

     

     "Please get undressed Jim and I'll be right back."  

     

     I stripped and got onto the massage table and Lisa soon

     returned with the hot packs.  This time she had me lay

     on my stomach and she put the packs on my back rather

     than have me lay on top of them.  She then seated

     herself in a chair beside me and we made small talk

     while the heat soaked into my back for 30 minutes. 

     Lisa was wearing a skirt, and my angle of view was such

     that as she crossed and uncrossed her long legs, I was

     getting quite a show of supple thigh flesh and an

     occasional flash of pink panties.

     

     Lisa then went to work on my back and I will have to

     say that I have NEVER had a massage like that before or

     since.  Instead of the lower back massage, this was a

     FULL body massage lasting over an hour.  When she had

     me turn over to do the front, I was hard as a rock and

     she just smiled, then went to work on the front side of

     my legs.  After she had relaxed every other muscle on

     my body, she gently cupped my balls in one hand and

     gave my cock long gentle strokes for a couple of

     minutes, then without warning, leaned over and sucked

     me full length into her mouth.

     

     Her tongue seemed to be everywhere, all at once,

     slashing along the shaft, around the head, and back

     again.  I was groaning continuously, as I felt the head

     repeatedly against the back of her throat.  When, I

     came, it was explosive, I don't think I have ever cum

     that hard, my entire body convulsed and it felt like

     gallons of cum were being pumped out.  Lisa drank it

     all except for a small drop at the corner of her mouth

     and I tasted it when she kissed me as I came back among

     the living.  As I opened my eyes, she was poised above

     me, looking down into my eyes and I just reached up and

     pulled her down until our mouths met, then gave her my

     best soul wrenching kiss.  I stroked her shoulders and

     back as we kissed and gently caressed her firm behind,

     her breasts were pressed against me and I could feel

     her hard nipples through the thin material of her

     blouse. 

     

     "Thank you Lisa... I've... I've never felt ANYTHING

     that good ever... NEVER had an orgasm like that..."

     

     "Your WELCOME Sir, now let's do your exercises."

     

     "But... But won't you let me do something for you?"

     

     "Not Today, you needed that, and so did I, so let's get

     back with the program."  This was accompanied by a

     playful slap on the hip, "Get Up and Get into position

     and start with the leg extensions... Come on!"

     

     So I went through the full set of exercises, and I

     might add, Lisa was much more of a demanding supervisor

     than was Beth.  Every one of them had to be done

     "perfectly" or it had to be done over.  I was covered

     with sweat by the time I was done and felt like I had

     run a marathon, total exhaustion.

     

     Lisa, helped me get off of the table and then wiped me

     down before I got dressed.  Before, opening the door,

     she turned to me and gave me another big hug and a deep

     kiss which was accompanied by a gentle squeeze of my

     crotch.

     

     Lisa led me back to the main hallway, and as I was

     going towards the exit, I met Beth, who immediately

     became cautious, and looked a little scared.

     

     "Hi Beth, .... Are you OK? ... Is there some place we

     can talk for a minute?"

     

     Beth led me into an adjacent room and closed the door

     behind us.

     

     "Beth, Lisa and I talked today, and everything will be

     OK, I told her I'm not reporting anything to anyone...

     Do you understand?"

     

     Beth had her back against the door and was trembling

     and her face was flushed.

     

     "Beth?"  and I stepped towards her and gently traced a

     finger along her jaw and tilted her chin up so I could

     see her eyes.  Tears were flowing down her cheeks, and

     I quickly moved closer and then hugged the tiny girl. 

     She buried her face into my shirt and then returned the

     hug with all of her strength; while I stroked her head,

     neck and back and told her everything would be alright.

     

     

     When she got her composure back together enough, she

     told me that Lisa had really chewed her out and had

     threatened to have her thrown out of school if I filed

     a complaint with the administration.  

     

     My back was starting to hurt so I sat down in a chair

     and Beth was standing in front of me looking like a 6

     year old who was lost.  I took her by the hand and

     guided her to sit on my right leg, with her legs

     between mine and her shoulders encircled by my right

     arm.  She laid her head against my chest and I gently

     ran my hand over her arms and rested my chin on top of

     her head.

     

     Beth shifted slightly and curled up on my lap like a

     little girl and turned her body towards mine.  I held

     her against me and my left hand was on the back of her

     thigh, keeping her from sliding off.

     

     We just sat with me holding her and slightly rocking

     for a while until I felt her body stop trembling and

     her breathing drop to a slow steady pace.  I kissed her

     forehead and stroked her cheek and neck.

     

     "Are you OK now Missy?" I whispered in her ear.

     

     "Yes (smile) Jim, I feel much better..."

     

     "Missy, I love holding you, ... but I can't do this

     much longer... my back..."

     

     "Oh GOD! No! Jim I'm SO Sorry!" and she jumped up off

     of my lap.

     

     I held onto her left hand and said, "Easy Missy, it was

     just starting to cramp, ... I'm OK."  My use of the

     name 'Missy' brought an impish smile to her face.

     

     I had trouble getting up from the chair and Beth helped

     me, then pulled my left arm around her shoulders and

     told me to lean on her.  She then walked me out to my

     car and helped me get in.

     

     "Are you going to be able to get home alright Jim?"

     

     "Sure, I only live a couple of miles from here."

     

     "O-yeah, where?" and I told her my address; "I don't

     live very far from there, maybe I should stop in on my

     way home and check on you, yes I'm going to do that,

     I'll see you about 6:15 this evening."

     

     She said it so fast, that I didn't have time to respond

     and by the time I did get my mouth to work she was

     already headed back across the parking lot towards the

     hospital building.

     

     The drive home was uneventful and I spent the usual

     afternoon doing nothing except trying to find a

     position that didn't hurt my back, be it sitting,

     standing or laying.  I had gotten into the habit of

     only wearing a robe at home and spent a lot of time

     either laying on the sofa or sitting in a 'lay-z-boy'

     love seat (double recliner) in my living room.  I was

     asleep in the recliner with a blanket over me when my

     doorbell rang at 6:12 p.m. and after waking and

     realizing who it probably was just stayed where I was

     and yelled, "Come on in Beth the door is unlocked."

     

     Beth came in and was wearing a long coat, "Hi Jim, how

     you doing?"  

     

     Without looking up I replied, "About the same..." 

     "Take off you coat and stay awhile..."

     

     I no more than got that out of my mouth, when I did

     look over at her and she was taking the coat off.  Beth

     was wearing a sexy little exercise outfit consisting of

     a white "crop top" T-shirt and Red nylon running

     shorts, the kind with the split on the side that runs

     up to the waist band, and tennis shoes with white

     athletic socks.  She was not wearing a bra, because her

     nipples were clearly visible through the thin cotton

     material and were likewise clearly erect.  After

     looking at her firm little body, I was erect also, but

     fortunately it was under the blanket.

     

     Beth came over to where I was sitting and leaned over

     the arm of the recliner and brushed my hair back with

     her fingers then lightly stroked my cheek.  

     

     "You look comfortable, does the other side of that

     recline too?"  

     

     "Yes... It's a double recliner."

     

     Without saying anything more, she walked around my feet

     and sat down beside me, then moved her half of the seat

     back until we were side-by-side.  Then she turned on

     her side facing me and moved her head over towards me

     and planted a kiss on my lips.  Then rolled further

     until she was laying partially over me with her chin

     resting on my chest and her pretty blue eyes gazing

     into mine.

     

     "Hi!" she said with a big smile on her face.

     

     "Hi, yourself!" I replied and gathered her head with my

     hands, her short blonde hair was like silk, and I moved

     her a little higher so that her forehead was even with

     my lips and gently kissed her.  She turned her head in

     and kissed my neck as I ran my hands over the firm

     muscles of her back and shoulders under the crop top

     and hugged her to me. 

     

     "You feel wonderful" I whispered in her ear and she

     gave a little giggle and burroughed her body closer to

     mine, moving her hands under her and inside my robe,

     stroking my sides and chest.  "That's nice.." I said

     and continued to massage her shoulders.  "Let me sit up

     a little," I said and moved the recliner into a more

     vertical position, This put her on her left side laying

     across my lap with her head resting in the crook of my

     right arm and I moved my left hand to the small of her

     back and then downward onto her firm backside.  Beth

     just snuggled into me and said " This is NICE!" then

     kissed my chest through the open spot in my robe.

     

     For the next hour we just sat there cuddling each

     other, gently stroking and whispering, my left hand

     roamed freely over her ass under the loose legs of her

     shorts and I knew she could feel my hard cock pressing

     up through the blanket into her side.

     

     I stroked her thighs and soon slid my hand up the front

     of her shorts and lightly brought my fingers over her

     pussy.  Then withdrew my hand and pulled her shorts

     down to her knees, then off.  Her pubic area was almost

     hairless, the lips were bare, with just a little tuff

     of blonde hair above her slit.  It reminded me of some

     of the 12 and 13 year olds I had seen as a boy.  Her

     little pussy was just beautiful and I told her so as I

     lightly slid 3 fingers across the surface of it.  As I

     moved my hand down, I let the outer lips pass between

     my fingers and the center finger rubbed directly across

     the hood of her clit.  She was very wet and I continued

     down until the finger tip was poised at her opening and

     then gently moved my finger into her tight canal until

     it was fully inserted.  Her breathing was fast and her

     chest was heaving as I slowly moved my finger in and

     out and rubbed her clitoris.  Deep moaning sounds came

     from her throat and when she tilted her head back, I

     kissed her deeply.  Her hips moved in synchronization

     with my hand and after a short while her body

     stiffened, then relaxed as a guttural sound passed from

     her mouth to mine.

     

     I moved my hand up over her smooth belly and continued

     northward onto her chest.  Then moved her outward from

     my body and pulled her crop top up and off over her

     head.  Beth immediately crossed her arms over her small

     breasts and with my right arm again around her

     shoulders, I whispered  to her...

     

     "Beth... don't hide your breasts from me, you are

     beautiful... you have nothing to be ashamed of..."

     

     "They're so small... she whined... I look like a boy."

     

     "Not to me you don't... move your hands... that's it,"

     and when her right nipple cleared, I immediately leaned

     forward and sucked it into my mouth.  It was already

     hard but after I stroked it with my tongue and gently

     nipped it, it seemed to grow and get even harder.  Beth

     dropped both her hands giving me free access to her

     firm little "A" cup breasts.  I alternated massaging

     and sucking first one then the other, then laid her

     back against me so that her back was against my chest

     and I had both hands around her and on her breasts.

     

     "I think I'll teach you a massage technique that I know

     they don't teach in Physical Therapy," I said into her

     ear.  "It's called a nipple massage," I continued and

     she giggled.  Now the way this is done is to take the

     tip of your little finger and just very lightly touch

     the tip of the nipple; now very slowly move your hand

     so that the nipple drags along the bottom side of the

     finger and back, to the base of the palm; now forward

     and out to the end of the ring finger and back to the

     base of the palm; now forward and out the middle

     finger... "God! It's on FIRE!" she squealed as my

     fingers continued their slow trek across her right

     nipple.  I then gave her left nipple the same treatment

     and by the time I got to my left index finger she was

     squirming all over and begging me to suck on them. 

     Instead, I pinched both nipple at the same time and

     pulled outward on the tender flesh... Beth stiffened,

     "I'm, I'm CUMMING!" and she did, her body spasming hard

     then relaxing.  I turned her back toward me and she

     rested with her still hard nipples rubbing against my

     chest.  "I didn't know it was possible to cum from just

     touching my nipples," she whispered then kissed my neck

     and chest.

     

     "Now I want to do something for you," she whispered as

     she moved off of my lap and pulled the blanket from me

     and opened my robe, revealing my hard cock.  Beth then

     moved to a squatting position, with her feet on either

     side of me and her knees just outside my shoulders. 

     Holding onto the top of the chair back with her left

     hand, she reached under herself with her right and

     guided my cock to her love hole.  I could feel the heat

     radiating from her as she slid the head of my cock

     between the lips of her small cunt and when she had me

     positioned directly below her, she lowered herself onto

     me in one smooth movement downward.  It felt like her

     pussy was sucking me in and when I looked down between

     us I could see her small lips stretched wide and

     pressed against my groin.  Beth was incredibly tight

     and the internal muscles ripped along my cock, yet

     neither of us were moving at all.

     

     Beth then placed both hands on the back of the seat and

     using it as a leverage point, pulled herself up to

     where only the head of my cock remained inside, then

     lowered herself back down until flesh met flesh.  She

     started this rocking in a steady motion and I stroked

     her entire body while she pumped us.  Positioned as she

     was, the only part of her I couldn't reach was her

     hands and her feet, but her smooth thighs, ass, side,

     back and breasts were right there and accessible.  She

     increased speed and was soon covered with a thin

     coating of sweat as she worked out on my pole and was

     moaning and sighing with each up and down motion.  When

     she came, her internal muscles clamped like a fist and

     I was no longer able to hold back as they milked me

     dry.  Beth collapsed on to my lap and I pulled her to

     me and tilted the chair back, this put her weight onto

     my chest and her legs which were now tucked inside my

     arms and against my sides.  I continued stroking her

     body as she lay atop me and tried to recover her normal

     breathing.  Her back was soaked with sweat and I could

     feel our sex juices draining from her onto my belly as

     we both tried to recover.

     

     After a while, Beth slid her legs downward and this

     placed her wet crotch just above my dick, "Oh.. I've

     got you all wet down there..." 

     

     "Missy, you can get me wet down there ANYTIME you want,

     ANYWHERE you want!"  Then kissed her.

     

     Just then my chime clock sounded and Beth was up like a

     shot.  "Shit! It's 8:00, I've got to get home quick or

     my roommate will be wondering what happened to me."

     

     Beth quickly put her shorts and crop top back on and

     then bending over the arm of the chair, kissed me

     goodbye and was headed for the door.

     

     "See you in the morning!" and was gone.

     

     That night, I had NO Trouble at all sleeping!



     Physical Therapy -  Day Three

     

     I arrived at the usual time and was met by Beth at the

     reception desk and she escorted me to one of the

     regular treatment booths.  During the massage, Lisa

     stuck her head through the curtains and then later

     returned with another student, a small oriental girl

     (sorry but she looked like a 10 year old so it's hard

     to think of her as a woman) who she introduced as 'Lin

     May'.  Lisa described the techniques Beth was using

     while Beth worked on me and then had Lin take over and

     finish the massage.  I still don't know how such a tiny

     woman could exert as much pressure as she did.  Lin was

     about 4'8" and at most 85 lbs and tiny in all regards. 

     She was small enough that she used a step stool in

     order to get high enough and to get her hands in the

     correct positions and used her entire body weight it

     seemed at points.  

     

     With the massage done, Lisa then told the girls to put

     me through the exercises and that she would be back

     later.  Once again, I am doing the exercises completely

     nude in front of a new woman (Lin; I was no longer

     embarrassed about being naked in front of Beth and

     Lisa) and about half way through, Beth grabbed her

     favorite handle to keep me from moving my hips, which

     again turned hard.  After a few minutes, Beth asked Lin

     if she wanted to take over and there was an immediate

     switch over and I felt Lin's tiny fingers wrap around

     my pole.  Her hand was still covered with the massage

     lubricant and consequently, when I changed positions,

     my cock would slip through her warm hand, and without

     trying I found myself jacking off just by doing the

     exercises.

     

     "Not Move!" Lin said to me and clamped down hard on my

     dick.  "Not move hips... Keep still!"

     

     "I'm TRYING to keep them still," I replied, "but

     switching knees causes me to move..."

     

     Lin Moved from the side to behind me and reached

     between my legs and again grabbed hold of my cock and

     pulled down.  I groaned, then she put her other hand on

     my ass with her fingers spread and two of them down

     into the crack.  "Continue!"

     

     I started again, and found almost immediately, that

     when I raised my leg, her fingertip pressed against my

     asshole and this sent a little jolt like an electric

     shock through me.  Each repetition, again pressed my

     hole against her finger, which was still covered with

     lube and after about six or seven, I found myself at

     full extension with her finger buried to the knuckle up

     inside my ass.  Again I groaned and Beth asked what was

     the matter.  "Her finger," I replied and Beth who had

     not seen what was going on behind, moved to where she

     could, then giggled.

     

     "Move down onto your forearms and knees," Beth

     instructed, and I gratefully fell forward as directed. 

     Lin kept her finger buried, then gently rotated it

     around and started a slow in and out movement.  Soon

     she added a second finger, while still holding my cock. 

     I couldn't move my hips in this position (due to the

     back problem) and she wasn't moving her hand on my

     cock.  So I just lay there getting a prostate massage

     and no relief.

     

     After a couple more minutes of this, Beth told Lin that

     was all and she could leave.  Lin extracted her hand

     from me and released my cock.  When she was gone, Beth

     cleaned up my ass and helped me off of the table. 

     Then, while holding my stiff cock, gave me a brief kiss

     and said she would stop over that evening to take care

     of the rest of my 'treatment.'

     

     That evening, I was up when Beth came to the door and

     when I opened it, she immediately stepped forward,

     opened my robe and hugged me running her hands up my

     bare back and over my ass.

     

     "Uh, Beth, don't you think we should move inside

     first?" as she was pulling the robe down off of my

     shoulders.

     

     Beth giggled and shoved me backwards into the room then

     quickly closed the door behind her.  She then opened

     her coat and I could see the same exercise outfit she

     had worn the previous evening, only this time it was

     damp with sweat.

     

     "I just got done with my aerobics class," she said and

     then guiding me backwards added, "Where is the shower? 

     I need one."  

     

     I took her into the bathroom, and in a flash she was

     stripped with her firm little behind pointed directly

     at me.  Her pussy lips were clearly visible between her

     legs and the muscles in her thighs and back were tight

     and rippled as she moved.

     

     "I gave a soft whistle," as I stood in doorway looking

     at her sweet little behind and she looked over her

     shoulder, smiling and said, "Like what you see?"

     

     "Like is not the proper word, "LOVE" is the word I

     think!"

     

     

     With that she gave her butt a wiggle and giggled again. 

     (I use the word 'butt' because with her small body and

     slim hips, from the back she looks more like a young

     boy than a woman... Not that I'm complaining, because

     I'm certainly NOT!)

     

     "In the shower, mister, we are going to take one

     together!"  She then grabbed my hand and into the warm

     spray we went.

     

     Beth, soaped up her hands and worked them all over me,

     massaging as she went; I soon was hard and my boner

     pressed into the soft skin of her belly.  "Keep that

     thought!  I want that just the way it is!"  she giggled

     as she gently stroked my pole.

     

     "Do me!" she said as she turned her back to me and I

     proceeded to reciprocate, massaging her firm young

     muscles as I washed her lovely body.  Her skin was pale

     and almost clear, I could see the underlying blood

     vessels in a number of places as little blue lines

     crossing just under the skin.  It was also smooth as

     silk, with almost no hair anywhere.  I reached around

     her and soaped her front side, making long strokes from

     shoulder to hip, gently working her small breasts,

     until her nipples stood out firm and hard.  Then

     reached down between her legs and firmly washed her

     crotch, she turned towards me, riding on my hand and

     leaned her head into my shoulder as my fingers worked

     her and I used my other hand to caress her backside as

     she pressed her cunt into my right hand.

     

     "Yes... Yes... Yes..." she kept murmuring as I worked

     my fingers over her clitoris, outer and inner lips. 

     She held on tightly and had her head thrown back,

     baring her neck, which I kissed and licked, then worked

     my mouth up to her lips and kissed her deeply, her hips

     were thrusting against my hand and then I felt her

     pause and stiffen, then collapse against me on wobbly

     feet.  I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her to

     me and we just stood there for a while with the warm

     spray washing down over us.  After about 10 minutes, we

     finished rinsing and, got out of the shower and dried

     each other off.  Then she grabbed hold of my still hard

     cock and lead me back to the living room and down onto

     the double recliner.

     

     Beth, then climbed onto my lap and pulled the blanket

     which was laying on the other side over us and curled

     up against me.  "This is nice," she whispered, "I could

     stay right here forever."

     

     I held her and gently caressed her lethal body under

     the blanket, "You can stay as long as you want Missy."

     

     The name 'Missy' was like a trigger, she immediately,

     shifted positions so that she was straddling me and

     after positioning my cock, sat down on it in a single

     stroke.  Then gently rocked her body back and forth in

     a slow sensual fucking motion, her cunt muscles grabbed

     hold of me and milked me with every movement, I came

     after about 35 strokes and she just stayed on top of me

     with my soft dick in her pussy and rested with her head

     on my shoulder and my hands stroking her sides, back

     and ass.

     

     In about 10 minutes, my soft cock still inside her

     again got hard, and she started moving again, very

     slowly, with deliberate strokes.  This time I lasted

     for about forty minutes and we both came hard, then

     relaxed and cuddled for another hour, enjoying the glow

     from each others bodies.

     

     At about 9:00 we got up and took another shower and

     this time Beth said she had to go.  Her workout outfit

     was still wet, so I offered her a large t-shirt which

     fit her like a dress and she left wearing it (and

     nothing else) under her jacket, with her shorts and

     crop top under her arm.

     

     For the next two weeks, I reported daily for my

     therapy, two days per week, Lisa would handle the

     treatment, the other three days, Beth handled it.  Lisa

     would usually have one of the other students with her,

     but Beth always worked alone, unless Lisa "dumped

     another student on her."  Three days per week Beth

     would come to the house and spend the evening sitting

     on my lap and making love to me always in a slow and

     gentle manner (knowing that I was not able to do many

     of the normal positions) usually with her on top and

     riding herself and me to several orgasms each.  After

     the second time, we moved to the bedroom and I enjoyed

     eating her young pussy every time she came over after

     that.  In the chair there was just no way for me to

     bend to where I could reach her with my mouth, without

     killing myself.

     

     The third week, Beth showed up one evening with her

     roommate, Jennifer.



     Chapter 7 - Beth and Jennifer

     

     It was a Wednesday evening and as usual I was sitting

     in my recliner watching the evening news, when Beth

     rang the door bell.  Knowing that she was coming over,

     I just yelled that the door was open and for her to

     come on in, my attention was focused on the news

     program.

     

     Shortly, Beth appeared and to my shock was accompanied

     by another woman, who appeared to be in her mid 20's,

     about 5-8 and a little heavy.  Not fat but "plump"

     looking.  She had straight dark brown hair which was

     currently tied back in a pony tail and was wearing an

     all white pants suit like a nurses uniform.

     

     "Hi Jim," called Beth as she entered, "Uh Jim, I want

     you to meet my roommate... This is Jennifer."

     

     "So this is the dastardly roommate, Beth is always

     worried about when she stays late," I said with a

     smile.

     

     "Hi Jim, glad to meet you, Beth has told me a lot about

     you,"  she then paused and continued, "You mean this

     little Twerp has been using ME as an excuse to run off

     and leave you?  I don't care what she does, I just

     asked her to call me if she was altering her schedule

     greatly, so I wouldn't worry about her."

     

     "Soooo Beth, Nowww we know you REALLY didn't have to

     leave, just call eh..." I kidded her.  Beth turned red

     with blush and Jennifer thought it was hilarious.

     

     "Oh Beth lighten up and come over her," I offered and

     the small girl moved over beside me and I sat her down

     on the arm of the chair and ran my right hand up along

     her spine, while taking her left hand in my left hand

     and kissed it lightly.  "Just kidding Missy, Just

     kidding..."

     

     Beth took my hand and held it between hers, then

     shifted so that she was looking at me.

     

     "Jim... uh, Jennifer has a problem, and, and I thought

     you could help her..."

     

     I looked over at Jennifer and she was now the one who

     was turning red and had her eyes downcast.  "You know I

     will, If I can, Missy, What's the problem?"

     

     Beth got up and went over to her roommate and guided

     her to a standing position beside the chair, then stood

     beside her with her right arm around the larger woman.

     

     "Jennifer's boyfriend split about six months ago and,

     and well, she hasn't had any since he left..."  "I... I

     thought maybe, you and she... could .... you know!"

     

     "Well I don't know.  Is that what you want Jennifer?" 

     The woman trembled and turned her head away from me. 

     She looked like she was about ready to run.

     

     "Jennifer... YOU KNOW YOU DO!" Beth almost shouted.

     

     "Jennifer... Jennifer, look at me," I said in as calm

     and soothing a voice as I could muster, "Would you like

     to make love, Jennifer?"

     

     "yes" was the whispered reply.

     

     "Then get undressed and come here," I gently proposed.

     

     Immediately, Beth started unbuttoning Jennifer's top

     and quickly had it off, then pulled down on her elastic

     waist band pulling both pants and panties down in one

     movement.  Jennifer had a lush bush covering her

     womanhood and while I gazed at it, Beth was stripping

     the woman of her camisole and bra.  Jennifer was a

     little overweight, which was visible as heavier arms,

     shoulders, thighs and a rounded belly, but still well

     within the bounds of acceptable to my taste.  Her

     breasts were a firm bull B Cup plus but not quite a C

     cup and tipped by dark brown nipples which were

     stiffening as I watched.

     

     I took her hand and guided her to a sitting position on

     my lap, then gently stroked her face and neck and

     reached up and removed the rubber band from her hair,

     allowing it to fall down, caressing her shoulders. 

     Jennifer was scared and her whole body trembled, so I

     pulled her to me and gently kissed her forehead,

     cheeks, neck and then mouth as I encircled her

     shoulders with my arm.  She responded and moved so that

     her breasts brushed against me and I began stroking the

     rest of her body.  When I cupped her right breast in my

     hand, and gave it a light squeeze it was like a shock

     passing through her.  She dove on my mouth and kissed

     my for all she was worth.  I was gasping when she

     finally broke for air.

     

     Mean while, little Beth had stripped and was between my

     legs, sucking my cock to a hard erection.

     

     "Ladies, let's move to the bedroom, I can't do much in

     this chair," I offered.

     

     Both women helped me up and we went arm in arm to the

     bedroom, where I had Jennifer lay down and I proceeded

     to explore her pussy with my tongue through three quick

     orgasms.  The first was almost immediate when I flicked

     my tongue over her clitoris, the second while I

     explored the space between her inner and outer lips and

     the third as I sucked directly on her hole with my

     tongue buried as far inside as I could get it.

     

     "God it had been soooo... long," Jennifer almost cried.

     

     "Jennifer, with my back problem you are going to have

     to be on top..." I suggested.

     

     "On Top!  I've never gotten to do it that way, my, my

     boyfriends always used the missionary or doggy

     positions... course they never licked me down there

     (almost whispered)... I... I won't hurt you will I?  I

     know I weigh more than I should, and... and I don't

     want to hurt you..."

     

     "Jenny, quit worrying and just straddle my hips, then

     do what feels good to you."

     

     Soon Jennifer was impaled on my cock and working

     herself towards an orgasm.  Beth, was sitting on her

     knees beside us and when I looked at her she was

     smiling and then moved so that she was straddling my

     head, her beautiful young pussy poised above my mouth.

     

     "Eat me slave!"

     

     "Yes Missy..."  before I could say more, her body was

     grinding away on my face, her thighs locked around my

     head.

     

     I don't know how many times the women came, I was in

     heaven and they switched several times.  I came three

     times, and was covered with pussy juice from my head to

     my knees.  By the time they were done, I was exhausted

     and only vaguely remember them cleaning me with a

     washcloth, I slept continuously that night and was

     almost late for my appointment the next day.

     

     For the balance of my Physical Therapy, Beth and

     Jennifer visited me.  Beth, usually 3 times per week

     and Jennifer once or twice, but never again together. 

     At the end of the 5 weeks, I was scheduled to return to

     the surgeons office for my followup.  On the last day,

     Lisa and Beth did an entire evaluation similar to the

     one on the first day.

     

     "It's not any better, is it Jim," asked Lisa.  

     

     "No, I feel better for an hour or two after the

     treatment, then the pain comes back and I have to take

     the pills.

     

     "Well Jim, we've done everything we can for you, but it

     didn't work... they will probably have to operate."

     said Lisa.

     

     "Ladies, I want to thank you for trying, and ..."

     before I could say more, both came to where I was

     sitting and hugged me, then each gave me a deep kiss.

     

     "Good Luck Jim, we have to go now, we have a patient

     waiting..."

     

     and they walked out of the office.

     

     

     Chapter 8  Back to the Surgeon and the Hospital

     

     The 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 vunerable

     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 the 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 orthapedic wing. 

     Now, I don't know who thought up the idea of traction

     but I am sure that they were a bondage enthuiast.  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 reminicent of "the rack" and I

     am sure that Torquemada the grand inquisitor of the

     Spannish inquision 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

     tollerance 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 consider-

     ation.  

     

     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 elliminate 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 an 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 anthing 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, so that 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; <clank> and

     my feet were now spread wide to the corners of the bed

     stabelizing 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

     numatic 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.

     

     <clank> feet together,  rotate

     

     <clank> 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 toungue

     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 gonedown 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.....