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Medical Adventures or Female Domination in the Field of Medicine
I am the author of several Fem Dom stories posted on the net group
Alt.Sex.Stories during the past couple of years, entitled "Costumed
Capers, Tommy/Tomi, Terry, and Dominated By Young Girls." I never
had any interest in Female Domination prior to 3 years ago, and I thought
you might be interested in how those stories came about.........
The following story represents my experiences that 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 that 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 "procedures" 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.
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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?
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 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!"
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Medical Adventures or Female Domination in the Field of Medicine
Part II
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 martial arts,
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 your 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.
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 and 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 your 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.
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