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   My time in the Hospital

   I had felt a pain in my lower belly for a couple of days, but when it
became sharp, I went to the Emergency Room at the local hospital.  In some
pain, I pulled into the parking lot located between the brand new hospital
building and the old hospital building that was now only used for overflow.
I hobbled to the ER and checked into the desk, where I got the usual large
stack of forms to fill out.  I did this as quickly as possible and re-took
my seat.  After sitting in the waiting room for what seemed to be an
interminable length of time, I was brought in to a cubicle where a series
of tests were performed.  Finally, an intern came in and told me it
appeared that my appendix had ruptured and they would perform surgery on me
as soon as the surgeon arrived.  He explained that since they were a bit
short staffed and very busy, they would get whatever staff that they could
to prep me for the emergency surgery.  An anesthesiologist came by and
asked various questions to determine if I had any allergies to various
drugs.  I told him I did not and in fact was rather more drug resistant
than most.  He seemed pleased and told me that he would make sure I did not
wake up during the operation.  I was given a shot for the pain and told to
get into the hospital gown.  I lay in the cubical with the curtain drawn
and shivered, as the room seemed a bit cold.  After a few minutes, a
dark-haired nurse stepped around the curtain.  She was young and very
pretty.  She asked me how I was and if the shot had brought my pain to a
reasonable level.  I said it had and laid on the gurney looking into the
harsh hospital lighting.  I noticed that her name-tag read "Alexa." "Well
we need to shave you for the surgery." She went to a sink and ran warm
water into a large bowl.  She opened a drawer and pulled out a razor and
can of shaving cream.  "Please pull up your gown so that I can start." She
said with an authoritative air.  She saw the shock on my face, and said
that while usually they would have a male nurse shave me, time was of the
essence and there was none available.  I sheepishly pulled up my gown
exposing my belly and groin.  She took an electric razor to first go over
the entire area.  As she moved toward my groin, my cock began to twitch. 
She ignored it and finished up quickly.  She then wiped the area down with
a warm rag and took the cap off of the shaving cream.  When she swiped my
cock it stood to attention.  "Sorry," I grimaced.  She sprayed the foam
onto her gloved hand and began to rub it over my belly and groin.  Blood
was coursing through my penis and my embarrassment caused me to blush.  She
took the razor from the tray and began to whisk away any remaining hair. 
As she moved toward my rigid cock, I thought I saw her shake her head and
mutter a tsk.  Soon the hair was gone and I was wiped down again.  "Someone
will be in in a second to hook you up to your IV," she commented on as she
ducked around the curtain.  I pulled down my gown and thought how strange
it was that I could be horny while in pain.  I decided that it was because
of the painkiller that I could ignore one pain for another.  After a few
minutes, another nurse named Tara, came in and went through the procedure
of putting the needle in my arm and running a catheter into a vein.  A
saline drip was started and she looked at me as she took a vile of clear
solution and drew out several CCs to inject into the flowing drip.  The
attractive blond nurse looked into my eyes and said that this was a
sedative that would relax my prior to getting the main anesthesia.  I lay
back on my pillow and closed my eyes.  As the drug began to take effect, I
drifted off to sleep.  I had the thought that this nurse had a look in her
eyes, that took pleasure in her control of me and that I was her helpless
victim.  This thought swirled around in my head.  I was not sure if it was
my imagination, but I felt my cock twitch again as I blacked out.  When I
awoke hours later, I was in a hospital room lying in a bed.  IV tubes were
coming out of my arm and the flurry of hospital activity was going on
outside of my door.  A dull pain came from my lower belly where the surgery
had obviously taken place.  I lay there in a half awake state for a while
and listened to the sounds of the event going around me.  I had a roommate
in the next bed and I said hello to him after a couple of minutes.  We
chatted a while and talked about our reasons for being there as well as
jobs, hobbies, etc.  Our conversation attracted the attention of the
attending nurse and she came in to ask about my status.  I told her that I
was feeling rather good, considering, but that I could use something for
the pain.  "I will see what the doctor ordered for you," she said and
smiled as she checked my vital signs.  It was at that moment that I
realized that I had several sticky patches attached to my chest with leads
running to a monitoring machine.  Her expression indicated that everything
was good and she left the room.  A few minutes later she reappeared and
smiled as she told me that I had been prescribed morphine for the pain. 
"This should take care of any pain issues you may have.  But I want
something from you in exchange.  I need you to urinate into this
container." She handed me a bottle specifically designed to allow a man to
piss while lying in bed.  " Please expel your bladder in the next half
hour. You have had a lot of liquid pumped into you and we need to be sure
that your bladder is working.  I will check back on you in a bit." She then
left the room and went about her other chores.  As I lay in bed, I placed
the bottle under the cover and put the head of my cock in the opening.  I
bore down, but nothing came out.  If fact it did not even seem that I had
to go.  I figured that I would give it a rest for a bit and try again in a
half hour.  I turned on the TV and watched the local news.  After the end
of the show, I once more tried to take a piss; but with no better results.
Ten minutes later the nurse popped her head in the door and asked if I had
had any luck.  "Sorry, no, maybe I just don't need to go." I muttered. 
"Not likely," she frowned, " We will give you another chance, but if you
cannot go in the next twenty minutes, we will have to go another
direction." She left and I spent the next twenty minutes trying my best to
take a piss, with no luck.  She came back in the room and took a quick look
at the container.  Seeing that there was nothing in it, she looked at me
and told me that I would need to be catheterized.  "We have someone who is
very good at it and I will bring her in.  But you have a lot of liquid in
you and it is clear that the anesthesia and morphine had deadened the
nerves to that part of my body and prevents you from expelling.  She will
be in as soon as she is free." "Oh, great", I thought, "another nurse
holding my cock in her hand." I hoped that the nerve deadening would
prevent another hard on.  As I lay there waiting with growing dread, my
roommate was taken from the room for a series of tests.  Several minutes
later a gorgeous nurse in a white uniform came into room with a catheter
kit.  She closed the door behind her and came to the side of the bed, where
she sat on a stool.  " Well we seem to have a problem and we need to fix
you right up.  We are alone now, so we can do this at my pace.  This won't
take too much time and if you cooperate, it should not hurt too much." She
looked into my eyes and her stare seemed to penetrate me.  There was that
look again that I thought I had seen on the face of the nurse right before
the operation.  She reached under the bed sheets and lay hold of my cock.
Grasping it in her gloved hand, she used her other hand to pull the sheets
and gown aside.  She put iodine onto a swab and laying hold of my cock
again, she covered the head.  I could feel my cock coming to life.  She
then lubed the catheter and brought the tip to the head.  Slowly slipping
the tip inside the urethra, she slowly began to insert it.  She stared into
my eyes and said," you need to have this done and really do not have a
choice.  Submit to this and everything will be much better." Her one hand
was one the shaft as she continued to snake the tube down the shaft.  I had
a feeling of helplessness and at the same time excitement.  I was getting
harder, and she seemed to understand entirely the effect she was having. 
As the tube reached my prostate, I felt the pain as it slipped through and
into my bladder.  Her smile of accomplishment seemed to have an evil tinge
to it, but then it could have just been my imagination.  She watched as the
urine began to flow into the collection bag and nodded as over 1300 CCs of
fluid drained from me.  " That is just what we feared and is the reason
that we will need to keep this in you overnight.  The doctor will make the
decision in the morning if it should come out.  But you were a good boy and
followed my instructions well." She tossed her hair and rose to leave the
room.  "I hope you have a good night." I lay in bed in a drowsy state the
rest of the evening.  Toward ten PM, a female doctor in a green lab coat,
walked into the room.  "Hi Mike, I am Doctor Schmitt, I assisted Dr. 
Carter on your operation this morning.  How are you feeling tonight?" She
gave a reassuring smile and came to the side of the bed.  " I am feeling as
well as can be expected, but the morphine is wearing off and I think that I
will need another dose.  How did the operation go?" I asked.  "Well we had
to clean you out a bit and it took longer than we would have originally
guessed, but I would say it went very well.  Are you following the nurses
instructions?" "Yes, what there are of them, why do you ask?" I was looking
her over as we spoke and realized that she was stunning.  Her eyes showed a
great intelligence behind them and her angelic face went with a perfectly
proportioned body.  Even the hospital clothes could not hide her figure. 
"Well, we find that if the patients follow our instructions, it works out
well for everyone.  If they don't then it can have unfortunate
consequences. We would not want that, would we?" There seemed to be a
veiled threat in her words, but the feeling of excitement that came over me
was unmistakable.  As she stared at my reactions, it was if she was reading
my mind.  " Let us take a look at the wound," she ordered in a kind manner.
She pulled down my blankets and took a quick look at the dressing.  She
also took a hold of my cock and cradled it as she examined the catheter
coming out of the head.  " We have no inflammation, so we can keep this in
for the night." Her hand lingered on my cock as she turned to look me once
more in the eyes.  She began to roll the shaft in her fingers and she asked
in a professional tone, " Does this hurt at all?' "No," I answered.  I was
looking into her eyes and I thought I saw a flicker of lust.  "Do you have
any feeling at all, here?" " Yes, Dr." I broke eye contact with her, but as
I did, I was sure I saw a smile flash across her face.  " Well, then we may
not have to keep this in you too long.  We will check in on you throughout
the night.  Sleep well!" She left the room and I lay there trying to sort
out the feelings I had of the last day.  There was a subtext to much of
what was happening.  Several of the nurses and Dr.  Schmitt had a
controlling nature to their mannerisms.  I had always found strong women
alluring and had several Femdom magazines among my porno stash, but I had
never gone beyond some light bondage with my girlfriends.  What I had found
though, was that over the years my taste in the Femdom porno had become
kinkier and more hardcore.  But it had only been masturbatory fantasies and
had never gone beyond that.  Had these women somehow seen into my inner
fantasies?  It was a pleasant daydream, and occupied much of my remaining
half awake state.  I also noted that my roommate from earlier in the day
had not returned.  At about eleven, Dr.  Schmitt and two of the nurses that
I had seen earlier in the day walked into the room.  I recognized the nurse
(Tara) that had given me the sedative before the operation and the nurse
that had catheterized me.  "Wow, you work long hours", I said to the later.
She smiled and explained that she was just coming on now and that she had
only been around that morning because to the heavy workload.  "I will be
your night nurse," she told me.  "We are here to give you your morphine. 
You now have a private room for the night, because the other gentleman was
released.  So you should get a good night's sleep." With that, the other
nurse took a vile of medicine, and drew a large dose from it into the
hypodermic.  She then injected it into the IV feed and the medicine flowed
down the tube and into my veins.  As I lay there, my final thought before
drifting off was, "why were all three women there just to give me pain
killer?" I awoke the next morning feeling refreshed.  I was not allowed any
food yet, so I rang the nurse for a cup of ice chips to suck on.  Karen,
the nurse from last night, brought the cup of ice in and sat down to talk.
" So how did you sleep?  Are you in any pain this morning?" " All is good,
how was your night?' I asked.  ""We had several interesting developments in
one of the cases on the floor, but all in all it was pretty quiet.  I
talked to the doctor and she told me that the catheter should come out once
you awoke.  Let's take a look at it." Once more I was exposed and the nurse
took my cock in her gloved hands.  She took a plastic tray in one hand and
took a hypodermic from it.  She inserted it into a nozzle, which was part
of the catheter, and drew out the air that had held the catheter within the
bladder.  She set the hypo down and once more grasped my cock's shaft.  "
Try to relax," she said as she took the catheter and began to draw it out
of me.  It seemed that she was taking an unusually long time pulling it out
and seemed to be enjoying my discomfiture.  After 30 seconds, it was out
and she swabbed the head with alcohol.  It burned slightly and I shifted in
my bed.  " Now don't be a baby," she warned and pulled the covers back over
me.  " We will want you be get up and walk today.  Adrian will help you to
do so around lunchtime.  She was the other nurse on staff today and will be
the primary nurse to look after you." Around noon, as promised, nurse
Adrian arrived in my room and told me to prepare to take a walk.  I raised
my bed to a sitting position and swung my legs over the side of the bed. 
We untangled all the tubes and through on a robe to cover my backside.  The
nurse put on some paper slippers on my feet and I stood up.  Rolling the IV
stand I took hesitant steps toward the room door and the corridor.  Adrian
walked by my side and I shuffled down the hall.  I walked past the nurse's
station and thought I picked up several smirks on the staff seated behind
the desks.  `"Turn down this hall, and we will make a loop back to your
room,' she said.  I headed down an empty hall and followed her lead.  As we
turned another corner, she slapped my ass with her hand and said," come on,
you can move faster than that.  I don't have all day just to walk you
around!" Startled, I picked up my pace and soon was back in the room.  "We
will give you a liquid diet for lunch now and see how you keep that down,"
Adrian said to me as she left the room.  A few minutes later, a tray of
broth, Jell-O and tea was placed in front of me.  While I was hungry,
nothing on the plate appealed to me.  I took a couple of sips of the broth
and set the try aside.  Twenty minutes late Adrian came into the room and
saw the mostly uneaten meal.  " I told you to eat your lunch,' she snarled.
`' When I tell you to do something, I expect it to get done.  Now eat the
lunch now!" "But the broth is cold", I complained.  "Well, I guess you
should have thought about that when it was first served to you.  Now eat
it!" she commanded.  I ate the Jell-O, drank the tea and choked down the
soup.  It was disgusting, but for some reason I dared not argue any more
with her, and found my submission to her will strangely stimulating.  The
rest of the day was uneventful, but my encounter with Nurse Adrian had left
me feeling horny.  The pain in my gut was lessening by the hour and was
being replaced by a completely different pain in my groin.  It was not
helped by the constant coming and goings of young nurse's aides.  Dressed
in their blue outfits, several wore their dresses with low cut bodices that
allowed a wonderful view of their breasts when they bend over by my bed. 
Their girlish demeanor only served to heighten the effect.  By night I was
worked into a state that had me touching my prick and squeezing it into a
turgid state.  When the time came for my painkiller, I was not sure that it
had shrunk down in size so as not to cause notice.  In any case, Nurse
Karen made no comment as she gave me the nightly dose.  I settled into a
routine the next day.  Dr.  Carter came by, checked the bandage and the
wound and pronounced that I was doing well.  He was almost never around and
it was Dr.  Schmitt whom every question concerning my treatment was
referred to.  I was bored out of my mind and it was only the pretty nurses
and aides that provided amusement.  Late in the evening, one particularly
pretty aide was changing my sheets and pillowcases.  I sat in the chair by
the bed and with her back toward me; I was enjoying a view of her lovely
ass as she worked.  I realized my cock was rising up, and I crossed my legs
to disguise the fact.  She left the room and I crawled back into bed.  I
pulled the sheets over me and began to stroke my cock.  Without warning,
the door swung open and the aide came once more into the room.  She was
carrying a basin and washrag.  "Time to give you your sponge bath," she
chirped.  I had hastily pulled up my knees, hiding my hard on, but knew
that it would take some time for proper shrinkage.  She told me to sit up
and she began to wash my back.  The warm water felt good against my back.
Lying in bed for three days had rubbed it raw.  Her soothing strokes felt
so good that while my mind was concentrating on shrinking my member, my
body was in the throws of pleasurable stimulation, which was offsetting my
efforts.  "Now, lie back and let me wash your chest", Susan whispered.  I
knew her name by her nameplate.  She grabbed my shoulder and gently pushed
me to my back.  As she did, a tent arose in the sheet in front of me.  She
saw it and her eyes widened.  "Mike, that is disgusting!  Cut that out! 
What are you thinking of?" I sputtered some apologies but her expression of
displeasure never wavered.  She sped up her work, but as she moved to clean
my belly, the sheet pulled away and my cock sprung into full view.  Her
eyes flashed but she said nothing and washed the entire area.  As she
cleaned my cock, it began to pulse and would have spurted had she kept it
up much longer.  But she finished quickly and hurried out of the room.  Not
more than a minute went by before Karen appeared at the door with my
painkiller.  `It seems that you need to be sedated," she sneered.  I had
little doubt what had transpired, and with resignation watched the medicine
flow through the tube into me.  I knew that my state of frustration would
go unrelieved tonight, as the effect of the drug would soon take hold.  The
next day and one half was relatively uneventful.  Dr.  Schmitt came in
several times to check on me and seemed pleased on my progress.  She did
mention that I had not fully followed her instructions about obeying the
staff and asked the reason why.  I told her that while I tried to comply,
many things happened beyond my control.  "Would you like for me to have the
staff psychologist stop by to have a chat.  Often after surgeries, patients
have hidden issues that we will be happy to try to help with." " If you
think that it will do any good, Dr., but I doubt it", I retorted.  "Well,
it couldn't hurt and might do some good," she muttered distractedly.  " I
will have Dr.  Black stop by.  Before you check out." Dr.  Schmitt left the
room and whispered something to the nurse who was coming into my room at
that moment.  Little out of the unusual seemed to go on that day except it
seemed that the nursing staff seemed to have taken on an authoritarian tone
to everything that they said to me.  That evening, there was a knock on the
door and in walked a dark-haired professional looking woman in a skirt and
glasses.  Her hair was pulled back and her dark eyes highlighted her
beautiful face.  " Good evening, I am Dr.  Black, the staff psychologist.
Dr.  Schmitt suggested that I stop by and see if I can be of any
assistance. So how are you tonight Mike?" 
She moved around the bed
and settled into a padded chair.  "I really do not know where to start, but
I had a rather embarrassing event take place the other evening, that I am
sure has prompted this visit." I sighed.  "Please tell me about it," she
continued.  "Just give me the details and leave nothing out." I then told
her about me have an erection during the sponge bath and the reaction of
the staff.  "Do you think that they were justified?" I shifted in the bed
and mumbled, "I guess." " What do you think would be a proper response by
us, then?" Dr.  Black now moved closer as to not miss my response.  " I
don't know, it is not like there is any punishment that comes to mind," I
said.  " Punishment?  Is that something that you think would be appropriate
if something suitable could be found?" I shrugged.  She now took my hand
and looked me in the eye.  "Mike, I think that you have some issues that I
can help you with.  Would you let me hypnotize you so that I might get to
the root of your problem?  I promise that it would stay between you, I and
the hospital." I was quite unsure about all of this, but I was getting that
weak-kneed feeling again and had the urge to accept anything she suggested.
" I guess I am not going anywhere until tomorrow, so why not?  I responded.
" Good, I will be right back and we might be able to take care of this in
one session tonight." She rose left the room and returned a couple of
minutes later with a lamp, a paper bag, and a CD player.  She plugged the
player in and inserted a CD and hit play.  The CD was a series of what
sounded like monastic chants " We need your concentration and outside noise
can break it, so I find soothing chants helps the patient.  I also find
that it is wise to retrain the patient.  This is because you never know
what may be dredged up in the subconscious and if they begin to thrash,
they can harm themselves.  Particularly after surgery, quite a bit of
damage can be done." While I immediately had issues with this, it was hard
to argue with the premise.  I therefore let her attach my wrists and feet
to straps that were in turn attached to the bed rails.  I realized I was
unable to really move and was in her power.  The thought caused me to feel
stiffening in my groin.  She did not notice, or at least made no comment
and set up the lamp to shine into my eyes.  She turned it on and a swirling
image appeared on the lamp lens.  "Now listen to me," she cooed.  " You
will hear only my voice, you will think of nothing else.  You will shut
everything else out.  Hear only my voice.  You will be drifting on air and
only hear my voice.  You will feel your eyes grow weary, but will still
gaze on the image until I tell you not to.  Listen only to my voice." Her
siren song led me down her desired path.  I concentrated on her voice and
the swirling image.  I seemed to be drifting.  Her commands were constant
and persuasive.  " Now you are asleep!" I awoke the next morning.  I looked
around and found a note from Dr.  Black.  "We made good progress last night
and I believe your issues have been resolved.  I am glad I could have been
of some help, Dr.  Black" I was damned if I could remember anything after
her putting me to sleep, but if she thought she had done some good, great!
One of the interns popped his head into the door and told me I was being
released around noon.  I gathered my things and awaited the usual
paperwork, etc., that surrounded the process.  The checkout was smooth and
I took a cab home to begin my recuperation.  I laid around for three or
four days and then went back to my desk job.  A week from the day from my
release from the hospital, I went to have the staples taken out of belly. I
met Doctor Carter at his office.  He took a look at the wound and asked if
I would mind if he gave me an X-ray to be sure that everything was OK on
the inside.  I told him that was no problem.  It was quickly taken care of
and he had me lay on a table while he took out the staples.  He told me
that since the incision was so large, he felt it was prudent to leave half
of them in for another week.  While disappointed that I could not get it
over with in one appointment, he was the doctor and I assumed knew best.  I
dressed and made another appointment for the following week.  An uneventful
week went by.  Two hours before I was scheduled for my appointment, I got a
phone call, telling me that the doctor was caught in surgery and that they
needed to reschedule my appointment for that evening at the hospital.  I
was supposed to check in at the same nursing station I had during my stay
after surgery.  I stuck around work a little longer and made my way to the
hospital.  When I arrived at the nurse's station, I was told that Dr. 
Schmitt would take out the staples.  I was shown to a room and told to
strip above the waist.  A gown was given to me to keep me from getting
cold. I prepared myself and sat on the edge of the bed.  A short time
later, Dr.  Schmitt walked into the room and put on a pair of rubber
gloves. "Did you get a call from Dr.  Carter concerning your X-ray?" she
nonchalantly asked.
"No," I exclaimed with surprise.  `What's up?"
"Well we will get these staples out of you and then I would like to run a
couple of tests to be sure everything is checking out on you," she
mentioned matter of factly.  " Will it take long?" "Not if everything
checks out." She took a pliers type of instrument and quickly pulled out
the remaining staples.  "I want to run a dye through you, so we will need
to put in an IV.  I will have a nurse visit in a couple of minutes and take
care of that." She left the room, and it was not long before Nurse Adrian
appeared at the door with the equipment and had inserted the tube into my
right arm and started the saline drip.  The bed I was lying on was able to
be wheeled and she pulled up the bars on the side and told me that she was
going to get help to wheel down to the test area.  In a bit, Adrian
appeared with Nurse Karen and both began to roll the bed out the door and
down the hall.  Dr.  Schmitt joined us as we went along.  "The machine we
need is in the old building, so you will have a bit of a ride before we get
there," the Dr.  explained.  " We have to take the tunnel under the parking
lot to get there." We took an elevator down to the basement and headed down
a long dimly lit corridor.  After a three hundred yard walk, we entered
another elevator and went to the forth floor.  "I thought you had shut down
everything in this building except for the first two floors?  I asked.  "
That is our plan, but we still have not moved all the equipment out," Karen
stated.  As we exited the elevator, I noted that the usual lights of a
hospital were not on.  Adrian flipped a switch and the hall lit up.  There
certainly was no one working on this floor!  I was wheeled into a room with
a large machine and behind my back there was a flurry of activity.  The
squeak of the nurse's hospital shoes on the floor was the only sound I was
hearing besides the rattle of the bed's wheels.  We pulled into a room and
I saw Nurse Adrian produce a full hypodermic.  "Mike, here is the needed
injection," Adrian said as she shot it into the IV.  I lay there with a
bright light shining in my face and thought it strange that she had not
called it "the dye", instead of the, "needed injection." I was starting to
feel drugged and wondered what was going on.  "You have been given a drug
that we refer to as `Twilight.'" Karen whispered.  " It will allow you to
understand all we are saying, but not overly react." Dr.  Schmitt started
to put cuffs on my legs and wrists and started her soliloquy.  "You might
wonder what is going on with you the last few weeks and I think that it is
time to fill you in.  You might remember the first day you came into the
hospital.  When you were being shaved by Nurse Alexa you became aroused
sexually.  This upset her and she told the head Nurse Tara.  When Tara put
in your first IV, she observed that you were quite submissive.  This could
have been a coincidence as a result of you being in a hospital, or it could
have been your basic nature.  There was only one way to find out.  You may
be wondering why we would care one way or another.  Well, a number of the
women at this facility are Dominatrices.  We in fact have quietly recruited
a nice group and have them all working in the same ward.  As goes your
fate, you were admitted into that ward.  We delight in torturing men and
using them for our pleasure.  But, we try to find men that are more
compliant then your average Neanderthal on the street.  So we put the
possible candidates through a screening process.  You were screened and are
perfect for our needs.  We also have the wonderful advantage of having
three abandoned floors of this old hospital building in which to conduct
our "experiments." We have the only keys to these floors, the rooms are
soundproofed and we have covered all our tracks; so there is no chance to
be interrupted and also no escape for you.  So let me continue with my
story.  Do you remember the second night when we gave you your painkiller?"
I nodded.  "Well, we gave you sodium pentothal, (the truth drug.).  We then
asked you all sorts of questions about your fantasies.  We do, after all,
want a perfect victim.  And what better way then to tap right into your
psyche?  You revealed more than you might ever think.  We then only wanted
to begin to condition you to following our orders.  With a few suggestions
we started the process.  I next convinced you to submit to hypnosis.  This
was crucial, as we have implanted a word in your brain that will cause you
to lose all strength immediately.  This will prevent any resistance when we
are trying to restrain you or have you otherwise cooperate.  I think that
it is time to shave you again and we can prepare you for the fun ahead. 
Oh, and Dr..  Carter got a call from your "secretary", that you had been
called out of town and would have your staples removed at a local clinic.
So don't look for any help from that quarter!" she said with an evil smile
My legs felt like they weighed a ton and I could barely move them.  That
presented no problem to the two nurses though as they raised two cradles
from the side of the bed and strapped my legs into them.  In my
half-conscience state, I had little sense of time, but I realized that my
groin was being lathered up with shaving cream.  In a series of smooth
strokes the hair was whisked away and soon a towel was wiping off the
excess cream.  "Wipe the area down with alcohol and we will begin with the
procedures." My balls burned as the alcohol was applied.  I squirmed, but
could manage little more.  "He feels less than we would like, nurse, so I
want him secured and brought to full consciousness so that we will get our
maximum enjoyment our of him.  I think that we will start with some tests
on his strain capacity," the doctor said with a smile.  Nurse Karen pulled
out several straps and cuffs and attached them to my ankles and wrists. 
These, in turn, were clipped to the chair I was in, which prevented me from
moving any of my limbs more than a few inches.  While Karen was doing this,
Nurse Adrian had pulled out a parachute ball harness from a drawer and
attached it around the base of my scrotum.  I was slowly coming down from
the twilight drug and was trying to gather my thoughts.  I muttered a few
words, when Nurse Adrian said, "Do you think that we should gag him?  It
would be a shame to get distracted during the fun." "Right you are, nurse.
But let's start with nothing too large; it would be a shame to wear out his
mouth too early.  I have other thoughts on how to do that," said the Doctor
menacingly.  A small ball gag was shoved into my mouth and any thoughts of
complaining disappeared.  It was then that I noticed a pulley attached to
the ceiling and a chain running through it.  Karen took one end of it and
clipped it to the ring at the bottom of the parachute harness.  "Let's
start with half pound weights and go from there," continued the doctor.  On
the other end of the chain, was a ring.  To that a tennis ball sized lead
weight was attached.  This pulled the chain down from the pulley and in
turn pulled my balls up and away from me.  The first weight had little
effect, as the resistance in the assembly absorbed some of the strain.  But
when a second weight of the same amount was attached the strain on my balls
took its full effect.  I groaned and the three women smiled.  "Give him one
more, and since this wonderfully exposes his asshole, we should make use of
the opportunity," Another weight was attached and the strain on my balls
began to make me sweat.  The leather harness was constricting the base of
my balls.  I was now, fully conscience, but realized that I could not
really resist.  I lay in the chair straining and moaning for several
minutes, when Karen, who had left the room, returned wheeling a IV stand
with an enema bags attached.  Steam was rising from the bulging bag and
Karen pulled on rubber gloves and dipped a finger in the water.  " Hot, but
I doubt it will scald you.  But then I MIGHT be wrong." She laughed and
squeezed some lubricant on her fingers and ran it over my asshole.  She
inserted a finger and ran it in and out several times.  As she did so my
cock stood up.  "Look at that!" screamed Adrian.  " Stop that right now!"
She slapped my cock several times and bounced back and forth like a
punching bag.  It stung but did not shrink appreciably.  "You are so bad,
that we will have to make this a punishment you will not forget" A nozzle
was then inserted into my anus and with a click water began to flow inside
me.  A blindfold was put over my eyes and I lay there feeling the water
rush inside.  My balls continued to be stretched and the pain in my groin
seemed to be spreading.  I felt the balls were being tickled and soft
strokes of my cock shaft could be felt.  "You see how he responds to the
pain?  He obviously likes it and so do we." Giggles could be heard all
around and suddenly I was shocked by sharp slap on my prick shaft.  More
laughter and the stroking resumed.  I felt my belly getting to the point of
complete fullness, but the pleasure and pain had my rolling my head back
and forth in the chair.  There was a feeling of a reduction of pressure in
my gut and I assumed that the enema bag had emptied.  All touching had
stopped and I lay in the chair unaware of what the three women were doing.
The first of the cramps hit me and I let out a moan.  "Nurse, please take
his mind off of the enema.  We need to have it work for ten more minutes
and cannot have him seizing up and preventing it from running all the way
into him." "With pleasure, Doctor." I had no idea what was going on, but
suddenly felt sharp sticks in my balls.  The nurse was running a Wharton
wheel over my balls.  The wheel acts like an old wheel spur with each of
the points sharp like needles.  As it spins, it drives a series of
pinpricks into the surface of the area it is being drawn over.  Whoever was
applying the torture device ran it a dozen times over my tight ball sack
and then started on my cock shaft.  Up and down, up and down it ran, as I
squirmed, and the women snickered.  I felt the shaft then grabbed in the
hand of one of them and the wheel was then drawn over the head of my cock.
I jumped, or more correctly tried to jump and the "fun" continued for a
half-dozen times over the vulnerable spot.  I was pleading into my ball
gag, to no apparent effect.  But suddenly, it was over.  " See, it took his
mind right off that water inside him.  Un-strap him and let him expel."
While Nurse Adrian took the blindfold and gag off of me, Nurse Karen undid
the bondage on my legs, arms and balls.  The catheter in my arm was
detached and capped, leaving only a couple of inches of tubing coming out
of my arm, which, in turn, was taped down.  The light hit my eyes and I saw
the three sadists smiling and beckoning me toward the toilet.  "Go in,
expel the water completely and come out to meet us," Adrian said.  I
quickly shuffled to the toilet and sat down.  The water rushed out of me
and the first relief I had felt in hours was achieved.  I rocked back and
forth as additional waves of water worked its way through me.  As I sat on
the toilet, I thought of how I might escape.  I might be able to fight my
way past the three women, but I was certainly in a weakened state and I was
a bit disoriented.  I was thinking of possible strategies, when a voice
came through the door.  "Take your time, but when you finish, come out
again and get in the chair.  If you were thinking of any attempt of escape,
I would reconsider if I were you.  Two of us have cattle prods and we also
have the magic word.  One will give you quite a shock and the other will
have you collapse causing you to possibly hit your head on something. 
Neither, would be a lot of fun." I could not be sure that the "magic" word
existed, but the threat was ominous and they were clearly on guard.  While
the immediate prospects did not look good and I was in for more pain, it
made sense to me that I should look for an opportunity when an escape
attempt was less obvious.  I finished up and after screwing up my courage,
opened the door and walked into the room.  As promised, the two nurses had
cattle prods and the Doctor took me by the elbow and led me once more to
the chair.  I climbed in and soon was once more strapped into bondage. 
"What we want to achieve today is to make you the perfect vessel for our
pain delivery.  To do that we will need you cleared our and receptive to
all we have to offer.  Another enema seems in order, don't you think,
ladies?" Dr.  Schmitt chortled.  "Absolutely," both said in unison.  "What
should I prepare, Doctor?" said Karen.  " I think a four quart bag with the
peppermint soap seem like a good choice." "One of my favorites!" I saw
Nurse Karen leave the room and take the IV stand with her.  In the mean
time Nurse Adrian and Dr.  Schmitt moved about the room collecting more
toys.  A blindfold was once more put over my eyes and I was plunged into
darkness.  I could feel something light being brushed over my cock and it
began to rise of its own accord.  "You see Doctor, he has no respect for
us. May I try something to teach him a little respect?" "Please do, Adrian"
I felt a pinch on my ball sack, then another.  " I love clothespins,
Doctor, as the pain just gets stronger the longer they are left in place.
If it is too much, please let me know, Mike.  Oh, here is Karen with your
enema." I felt lubricant once more put on my asshole and the insertion of a
nozzle.  It would seem to be made of rubber by the sound of squeaking.  I
felt a balloon blow up inside of me, then another blown up outside and
press against my ass.  "Here it comes!" I felt a rush of liquid as my
bowels began to fill.  While this was going on, clothespins continued to be
attached to my balls.  I grunted, but could do little else.  For five
minutes the soapy mixture poured into me.  After three minutes the cramps
started.  I moaned and twisted trying to relieve the pain, but to no avail.
I then felt clips being attached to the underside of my cock shaft.  I was
rocking in the chair in agony.  I felt the water finally stop flowing and a
bit of pressure on my innards stop.  A final couple of clips were attached
and the women paused to admire their work.  I writhed but could do nothing
for the pain.  " Doesn't he suffer wonderfully?" "You stay there and we
will go in the other room to discuss your continued treatment." Waves of
cramps coursed through me and the pain on my cock and balls increased by
the moment, as promised.  I was going out of my mind with pain by the time
they returned.  "Take off the clothespins and let him go expel the enema."
I could hear Dr.  Schmitt say.  I felt each pin taken off and the blood
rush back into my prick with surging pain.  Both nurses giggled as they
took their time removing the torture devices.  I was released from my
bondage, my mask was removed and I was led quickly to the toilet.  I sat
but the balloon inside of me prevented me from expelling.  " What do you
say?" " Please Nurse Adrian, let me go to the toilet," I pleaded.  " Very
good," she said with a smile and released the valve that kept the
B_A_R_D_E_X inflated.  It flopped into the toilet bowl followed by waves of
soapy water.  Time after time, cramps ere followed by a sudden purging.  "
Stay in there, perhaps do some deep knee bends and make sure everything is
out of you.  We have all the time in the world and we will let you shower
once you are done." I rocked back and forth, finished one surge, stood and
bent for a while and went through the process all over again.  After almost
twenty minutes, I cleaned up as best I could and left the toilet.  Nurse
Adrian was standing there and pointed the way to the shower.  I noticed she
had a cattle prod in her hand and once more thought it wise to not choose
this moment for escape.  Besides a nice hot shower sounded like a very nice
thing at this moment.  I was led to a tiled shower and told to stand
against the wall of the shower.  She turned on the water and with a hand
spray turned the water on to me.  It was frigid!  I curled up to avoid the
spray but was told to turn and expose all parts of my body for cleaning. 
Reluctantly, I did so and ice water washed away all the sweat and filth
that was on me.  I was thrown a towel and quickly wiped off the water in an
attempt to warm up.  I stood and shivered as I worked a fast as I could. 
"You seem very cold.  We have to do something about that," Adrian said in a
sympathetic tone.  "Come this way and we will let you rest in a warm spot."
At this point, I was very suspicious, but had little choice.  I was led to
a room with a bed and told to lie down in it.  A comfortable pillow was put
under my head and several blankets were pulled over me.  My shivering soon
subsided and I relaxed for the first time for hours.  By now, Nurse Karen
had come into the room and they suddenly produced straps from under the bed
to pull across my body.  These were pulled tight and then my wrists were
put in cuffs and secured to the bed frame.  I was still comfortable and was
taking advantage of that.  " I think that we will give you a short rest. 
Try to take a nap," said Karen With that, both nurses left the room and
turned out the light and closed the door.  I was not going anywhere, so I
closed my eyes and fell asleep.  What seemed like an hour or so, the door
opened and low lights were turned on in the room.  Dr.  Schmitt was
standing there along with another nurse that I recognized as Nurse Alexa
from my first night in the hospital.  
"Hello Mike," said the doctor.
" Do you remember this lady?" `Yes, Doctor." "Well then do you remember
what you did to her?" "Yes Doctor." "Well what did you do?  Mike" I felt
the blush sweep over my face.  " I got hard inappropriately." " Yes you
did, and you traumatized her.  We have had to assure her that you can be
well behaved, if you are trained properly.  Well proper training involves
showing respect to women.  And part of that is doing things for them that
you get no benefit out of.  Do you know what I mean?" " I am not sure, Dr.
Schmitt." " I think that you should pleasure her and not get any release
yourself.  And in fact, that is just what we are going to do.  Nurse Alexa,
take off your panties and hike up your skirt." "Oh, doctor, it is so
embarrassing", she complained.  " Now don't argue, you will like this. 
Just do as I say." Nurse Alexa lowered her panties and stepped out of them.
" Now climb up on the bed, please," said Dr.  Schmitt.  Using the
guardrails, she pulled herself up on the bed.  The doctor gently guided her
legs to either side of my head and lowered her ass so that her pussy was
over my face.  " Now lick her and give her as much pleasure as you can,
Mike or else." I began to lick her sweet tasting pussy and soon I could
feel her juices start to flow into my mouth.  At the same time could feel
the doctor slip her hand under the blankets and begin to stroke my cock.  I
felt a shudder as Alexa came for the first time.  I relaxed, as did she.  "
I did not tell you to quick licking!  Get to work!" said Dr.  Schmitt with
a stern tone.  With that, I felt her hand grab my balls and give them a
squeeze.  I started to lick again and soon Alexa was moaning above me.  My
jaw was getting tired but I continued to try to pleasure her.  While this
was going on, my cock was once more being stroked.  I could feel my balls
begin to tighten.  While I was not at the edge of cumming, I was working in
that direction.  I began to pump my hips in an effort to bring me off, but
the doctor pushed them down onto the bed and continued to tease me.  I was
pushing my tongue in and out of Alexa's cunt and then running it across her
clit.  She started to buck and squealed as she came again.  She collapsed
upon my face and most of my air was cut off.  I moved my head from side to
side to capture some air, and barely got enough.  "Well, you did a nice job
on Alexa, Mike, but you did not seem to understand that you were not
supposed to get any pleasure while doing so.  It seems you ignored me on
this as your cock is dripping pre-cum.  Alexa go clean up and join me to
bring Mike into the treatment room again.  I lay in the bed unable to move
and waited for her to return.  When she did, the straps holding me down
were undone and I was held in place by the cuffs.  " Go get Nurse Karen,
Alexa, just to be sure he does not try anything." Alexa left the room and
the doctor sat by my bed and began to talk to me in a low voice.  " Mike,
you were very naughty and need to be punished as a result.  We will fill
you again and then catheterize you.  You cannot seem to control you prick
and we need to find away that you learn to do so.  If none of the easier
methods work, we may need to operate.  So if I were you, I would work very
hard to control yourself," she said with an evil grin.  " You are in our
control and have no choice about what we do to you, except as much as you
can control your behavior.  At that moment, Karen and Alexa walked into the
room.  They began to undo my wrist straps and I thought that this might be
my last moment when I could escape.  I twisted out of the bed and stood to
run.  Both nurses grabbed my arms, but I might have been able to break free
had not Dr.  Schmitt shouted "Sappho!" I suddenly lost all strength in all
my limbs.  I would have fallen face first had not the nurses had me by the
arm.  I was dragged into the next room on stumbling feet and thrown into
the exam chair.  I was beginning to feel my strength return but it was too
late, as I was already strapped into the chair.  Well now I knew the
"magic" word, and I also knew it worked.  "We need to make him ready for
the retention plug, so Adrian please massage his anus," commented Dr. 
Schmitt.  Nurse Adrian pulled on a fresh latex glove and put on a
lubricant. I felt her insert a finger and wiggle it around inside of me. 
Soon another finger was added and then another.  They were slowly inserted
and nearly withdrawn.  Each time the fingers were spread slight wider. 
Finally four fingers were put inside me and slowly pumped in and out.  This
was most stimulating and my cock slowly came to attention.  Nurse Karen had
just walked into the room, wheeling another IV stand.  She walked to the
side of the chair and slapped my cock causing it to wave in the air.  "Dr.,
Let's teach him some respect.  May we stretch him out before we catheterize
him?  " "I think that you are right nurse, a series of sounds, perhaps even
with a burning coating, seems in order," Dr.  Schmitt said with a leering
stare.  " Please prepare him." "What should we do with his prepared ass?"
asked Adrian " Oh yes, we should not waste your good work.  Put in a medium
sized plug for now." Nurse Adrian went to a drawer and pulled out a black
butt plug and squeezed some lube over it.  She walked over to me and soon I
felt the rounded tip press against my asshole.  She gently began to push it
in a way and pull it out.  The process was repeated a dozen times each time
the plug pushed further inside of me stretching me wider and wider, until
with a shove it popped inside of me.  I gasped as a wave of pain shot
through me, but it soon subsided and I lay panting; helpless in the hands
of the dommes Dr.  Schmitt had donned a mask and pulled a bright light over
the chair and was shining it on my groin.  My groin was washed in alcohol
and the burning began.  Dr.  Schmitt motioned to Nurse Adrian and was
handed a hypo filled with a lubricant.  She took the plastic end and
inserted it in the tip of my cock.  She pushed down the plunger and I could
feel the cool gel shoot inside my urethra.  "Let's work our way up, ladies.
No reason to hurry our pleasure," was the words coming from behind the
doctor's mask.  "Twenty-four then, Doctor?" said Nurse Adrian.  "Yes
please." A thin metal rod was taken off of a covered tray and handed to Dr.
Schmitt.  The tip was brought to my cock head and inserted.  The sound was
run deep down the shaft and once fully inserted was twisted.  While it was
sensitizing my urethra, it was not yet painful.  "Twenty please." A fresh,
larger sound was handed to the doctor and was inserted.  This drove all the
way down inside of me until it almost disappeared.  It was then pulled out
and reinserted.  It was pumped in and out a dozen times before being
replaced by a size eighteen.  This sound was used identically as the
previous one, but because of the increased size, it was stretching me with
each descent.  Finally an even larger sound was brought to the opening of
my pee hole.  As it was put in I was afraid my cock would split.  Slowly
Dr. Schmitt worked it into me and down the shaft.  "Isn't this nice, Mike?"
she cooed, "The best part is that there is absolutely nothing that you can
do but lie there at our mercy and suffer.  Is this too large for you?" "
Please," I begged, "it feels like it will split me in two." "Well we would
not want that to happen.  Nurse, let's go back to a size eighteen.  But he
is apparently drying out, so perhaps a bit more lube is in order." she said
with an evil wink.  The nurse catching her drift, prepared another hypo and
filled it with lube mixed with an oil.  It was shot inside my shaft, and
almost immediately, I could feel burning.  The sound was then inserted and
pumped in and out increasing the burning.  Dr.  Schmitt intently worked on
me and turned to the two nurses and chortled," I just love the effect of
eucalyptus and peppermint oil, don't you?  But I am afraid we need to give
our patient some rest, so prepare the catheter Nurse Karen." The nurse
opened a catheter kit and prepared it for insertion.  The sound had been
withdrawn and with the addition of some more regular cooling lube, the
catheter was snaked down my cock.  When it hit my prostate I winced.  But
it was quickly through and soon the balloon inside of my bladder was
inserted holding the catheter in place.  The piss began to flow and was
running into a bag attached to the end of the catheter.  The doctor was
whispering to Nurse Adrian and thereafter, the nurse came over to me and
removed the butt plug.  I saw her wheel the IV stand over to the chair and
take the tube coming from a small enema bag and insert it into my ass.  She
released the valve and I felt liquid begin to flow into me.  I saw that the
bag was about half the size as the previous enema and in that I was empty,
it flowed easily into me.  "We want to give you something to help you rest,
so I have added some sedative to this enema," Nurse Karen told me.  I could
taste what I thought was wine and soon realized that I could smell it as
well.  They were filling me with almost two quarts of wine!  I easily took
it all in and soon felt the nozzle withdrawn and the plug re-inserted. 
"Let's get you to the bed, Mike, for your nap." said Adrian, The three
women unbuckled me from the chair and scooted me over to a nearby bed.  I
was lay down and strapped in.  My arms and legs were secured.  Straps were
pulled over my chest and waist and secured.  `Now we want you to have a
nice sleep and we will get some sleep ourselves." Dr.  Schmitt told me.  "
But doctor, if we all get some rest, and we should, what if the patient
should get thirsty?  There is no one in this part of the hospital to help
him," Karen said in an ominous tone.  "What am I thinking of?  Dr.  Schmitt
said with a false sense of shame.  "We cannot have that happen.  Let's make
sure Mike is not thirsty." All three women seemed to be in on a joke.  They
scurried around the area preparing I knew not what.  Finally Nurse Karen
came to the side of the bed with something hidden in her hand.  She pulled
it up from the side of the bed and brought it up to my face.  It was a gag
that she fitted over my head.  It was not very tight, but at the same time
I could not take it out of my mouth.  I could draw air from around he ball
but I also realized that I could draw air through it.  "Let's give him a
nice source of drink, Karen." Karen then unplugged the bag that was
attached to the catheter and attached an extension tube to it.  This in
turn was brought to the hole in the ball gag and run into my mouth.  There
was no flow so all tasted was the plastic tubing.  " The wine will have to
work its way through you, but by the time it does, I am sure that you will
be thirsty.  But we want you to get some rest first, So, I have this to
help you." Nurse Karen told me.  She pulled an eye mask over my eyes and I
was cast into darkness.  I felt her tape the tube into place on my cock,
chest and mouth.  I realized that now that I could not see, I could not
prepare myself for the piss that would run into my mouth.  The tube was
also far enough down my throat that I could not plug its end with my
tongue. "Now nighty night," she whispered and I heard the door close after
her as she left the room.  The wine was taking effect and I became
increasingly drunk.  I was tired as well and actually began to doze.  I was
awakened by the taste of cold piss dripping into my mouth.  I swallowed and
knew that since the flow had started it would continue.  I tried to move my
hands and twist my body so that I could pull the tube out of my mouth, but
while I could almost reach it, try as I might, my fingers came just short
of success.  The piss came in teaspoon sized doses and continued to pour
into me as I lay in the dark room.  Over thirty minutes had passed since
the first wave of urine had hit my throat, when I heard the door open and
could sense that the light had been turned on.  "Doesn't that look lovely,
Nurse I think, though, that he has had enough to drink and needs to get
some sleep.  Re-attach the drainage bag and we will tuck him in for the
night." I listened to the voice and after a while I realized that it was
that of Dr.  Black.  I felt tube being taken out of my mouth.  I heard some
stirring around the bed, and assumed that the nurse was following the
instructions.  I thought that it would be nice to get some rest and that it
also would be nice to have the urine loop through my body end and the
pressure taken away from my bladder.  " I am afraid Mike has suffered some
trauma to his penis and it needs to be bandaged.  Here put this healing
cream all over his penis and scrotum and then use the elastic bandage to
cover the entire area.  Then cover him, take out the gag and let him rest.
I am going to lie down for a few hours and it will be your responsibility
to look after him during the night.  The other doctor and nurses will not
return until the morning.  You can always call me if an emergency comes up,
Tara." The covers were pulled back and I was totally exposed.  I felt her
lift my head and undo the buckle that held the gag in place.  It was
removed and she also took off the eye pad.  The room came into focus and
was bathed in a gentle light.  The beautiful blond nurse moved around the
room in a professional manner and gathered what she needed on a tray by the
bed.  "You may first feel a burning sensation, but the doctor wants you to
heal quickly and this is the fastest way to do so," she said with a raised
eyebrow, indicating she meant something quite different than her words. 
Nurse Tara put on a glove, unscrewed the lid of a jar and scooped out a
large glob of the cream with her fingers.  She then grabbed my cock and
spread the cream up and down the shaft and then on to the balls.  She spent
thirty seconds rubbing it into my genitals.  Then picked up a flesh colored
elastic bandage and began to wrap it around the base of my ball sack.  It
was secured with a clip and then wrapped around my balls and eventually up
and around the shaft.  The entire area was now covered except the very
small area in which the catheter emerged from my cock.  From the moment in
which she had begun to massage the cream into me, I felt a rising burning
sensation.  I could smell eucalyptus and the more the time went on the more
it burned.  I squirmed and twisted in the bed, but could find no relief.  I
let out a moan but only got the reaction of Nurse Tara bringing a finger up
to her lips and uttering a "shhh" indicating I should be quiet.  "Now this
is for your own good and I will give you another piece of advise.  Do not
call out or you will be very sorry.  I am probably your best friend around,
but will be very angry if you wake Dr.  Black.  Now the pain will go away
in ten or so minutes and I suggest you get some sleep, because tomorrow
will be a long day for you.  Sleep tight." The pain in my cock was almost
more than I could bear, but I remembered the warning and moaned quietly. 
Tara was right though and after awhile the pain subsided.  I closed my eyes
and was soon asleep.  Several hours passed and Nurse Tara and Dr.  Black
came back into the room.  They moved to the side of the bed and pulled back
the covers.  "Dr.  Schmitt wants him purified for the operation, so we need
to flush his bladder.  Remove the urine bag, clamp the hose, and prepare a
saline flush, Tara.  I think that we should try about 1500 CCs." The nurse
went to the cabinet and brought out a glass bottle of saline.  She detached
the urine bag and closed a forceps on the catheter tube.  She then took a
large syringe and drew out about 500 CCs of sterile water.  She handed it
to Dr.  Black who inserted it into the end of the catheter tube.  She
released the forceps and injected the water down the tube and into my
bladder.  Closing the forceps once again, she handed the syringe back to
Tara to re-fill.  This was done and the process was repeated.  I now had
1000 CCs in my bladder and I was feeling full.  "Let's do this again and
see how he reacts," Dr.  Black said.  "Please no, doctor, I am already
ready to burst!" I pleaded.  Dr.  Black ignored me, handed the syringe to
Nurse Tara for another dose and admonished me, "We are the professionals,
do not try to tell us our jobs!" Another 500 CCs was injected through the
catheter and the tube was re-clamped.  "Let the water have a chance to
clean him out, say five minutes, and fully drain him with a fresh bag.  I
am going to prepare the operating room for later," Dr.  Black said, as she
left the room.  I rolled from side to side in an attempt to ease the pain
Nurse Tara, went to the sink and ran the tap.  She returned with cool wet
rag and washed my forehead and face.  She glanced at her wristwatch and
told me it would be just another couple of minutes.  She then removed the
bandaging on my cock and balls.  Once removed, she washed the area with the
cool rag.  This felt wonderful and provided the only pleasure I had felt
for some time.  I undoubtedly would have gotten hard, had I not been in
such pain in my bladder.  With joy, I saw Nurse Tara, pick up a drainage
bag and attach it to the end of the catheter.  "Now what do you say," she
said mockingly.  "Oh please Nurse Tara, release the water in my bladder,
please!" "Well since you asked so sweetly, sure." She opened the forceps
and the water surged down the tube and into the bag.  I gasped with relief
and smiled broadly.  "Thank you, thank you," I panted with gratitude.  The
water rushed out of me for over a minute and then slowed.  As I lay feeling
the draining of me with grateful thoughts, Nurse Tara moved about the room
and put items away as well as took others out.  " I am going to let you
drain for another couple of minutes, Mike, then I think that I shall remove
the catheter and butt plug and let you have a shower.  You have had a tough
time of it and I think would feel better if you were cleaned up.  But, I am
alone right now and really do not want to use the "magic" word; too much
chance of injury, so I want to handcuff you.  And since that means you
cannot wash yourself, I will have to do it for you.  And since this means I
will have to take off my uniform so it does not get soaked, you would see
me naked.  That is unacceptable, so I will have to blindfold you once you
are in the shower and secured." I looked upon my angel of mercy, and did
all I could not to get hard thinking of her naked.  She got some cotton and
alcohol and clamped off the catheter.  She discarded the bag and released
the air in the balloon holding in the catheter.  Then with a slow gentle
motion, she began to pull the tube out of me.  It burned as it was
withdrawn but was soon out.  I had the continued feeling I had to piss, but
knew that there was nothing left.  The used equipment was set aside, and
Tara softly stroked my cheek.  Handcuffs were attached to my left wrist. 
"Alright dear, when I release your left hand from the cuff on the bed, I
want you to roll up on your right side so that I can attach the other half
of the handcuffs." She undid the left cuff and lifted my shoulder and
pushed it so that I could slide my right wrist under my hip so that she
could finish the cuff job.  She told me to be sure when she removed the
butt plug to not spill and with a gentle tug, it popped out of my ass. 
There was little or nothing to spill so keeping my ass cheeks tight proved
to be a formality. .  I had no thought of escape as she really left me no
chance.  Also, this was the nicest anyone had treated yet.  My legs were
unstrapped and she helped me into a sitting position so that I could walk
to the shower.  She held my arm for stability as I walked to the toilet. 
After a few minutes on the toilet in which I got rid of any lingering wine,
I struggled to my feet and walked out the room and down the hall to the
shower with Tara hold my arm.  The shower was large, about eight feet by
eight feet.  "I think that it would be best if you sat on a chair," Nurse
Tara told me.  She took a white plastic bench and placed it against the
back wall of the shower.  "Here sit on this," she motioned.  I sat down and
recoiled as my back came in contact with the cold ceramic wall.  I hunched
forward and saw her take eye pads out of her uniform pocket.  "I'm sorry,
but it is time for these to go on." She placed the pads over my eyes and I
was once my blinded.  I hoped that as the shower progressed, I could
wriggle my face so as to be able to catch a glimpse of the beautiful Nurse
Tara naked.  "You know, I could use a shower as well, it has been a long
night and one always better after a shower.  I will be out of my clothes in
a "jif" and we can get started." I heard her moving about and the sound of
her shoes dropping to the floor.  I was working on maneuvering my mask to
catch a view as she stripped, and made a little progress, as a ray of light
hit my eyes.  I heard her come close to me and turn on the shower.  "I want
to get it to the right temperature.  So I will let it run for a minute. 
Mike, I am sure that you do not fully understand what is happening to you,
but I think that you be OK with the general situation in a day of so.  I
think that you have met everyone in the group by now, and like every group,
we each have our own personalities.  Some really only like watching men
suffer, some find it very stimulating getting a man to submit and then
using him for their sexual pleasure, and then there are those like me who
love the pain and pleasure from both sides and love to share this with like
minded people.  Mike, Dr.  Black looked deep into your soul and knows that
pain and pleasure produce the maximum sexual experience for you.  She knows
more about you than perhaps even you do.  Your best strategy is to try to
figure out which woman fits which domme type.  As for me, I am getting wet
just watching you sit there in my power.  And that is before the shower."
She said and giggled.  The water was suddenly turned on me, and unlike my
previous shower, it was the perfect temperature.  My whole body was rinsed
and I heard the showerhead put back into the cradle.  I then felt Tara take
a soapy sponge and start to wash my chest.  She continued on to my head and
neck.  "Raise your arms," she ordered.  As I did so I looked down and could
see her bare leg.  I shifted slightly and raised my chin so that her golden
bush came into view.  She was washing my underarms and then placed the
sponge on a shelf and retrieved the showerhead and began to rinse me.  The
warm water felt great and with the fleeting image of Tara's naked body
fresh in my mind, I began to stiffen.  She returned the showerhead to its
stall and took the sponge to wash my legs and groin.  Looking down, she
whispered, " are you having nasty thoughts, Mike?" I nodded and began to
moan when her hands began to wash my cock.  She was enjoying the effect on
me and moved her hand up and down the shaft.  She would stop every thirty
seconds or so and rinse it off before soaping it up again and stroking it.
I knew that I would cum if she kept this up but she seemed to know exactly
how much it would take and stop just short of the point of no return. 
After a final rinsing, she gave me a final spray all over my body and led
me out of the shower stall.  She told me to stand in place while she dried
and dressed, then she would take care of me.  I was beginning to get a
slight chill after several minutes when the blindfold came off and I saw
her standing once more in her whites with a towel in her hand.  She wiped
the remaining water off of my body, paying special attention to my cock,
which she gave a good rubbing.  I was rigid again and she kept telling me
that I was a naughty boy.  When we returned to the bedroom, she led me by
holding my cock in her hand and pulling me down the hall.  " I think that
he had better get you into bed again and get prepared for Dr.  Black," Tara
said.  I sat on the bed and rolled onto my side.  As I lay there, Tara
said," Sappho." And I was paralyzed again.  " I am sorry, Mike, but I need
to work quickly and I am afraid that I cannot have you trying to escape."
She undid the handcuffs and turned me onto my back.  My arms were secured
to the side of the bed and my legs spread and also secured.  I was
regaining control of my limbs when she told me that it was time to reward
her for her kindness to me.  She lowered her panties kicked them off onto
the floor.  I saw her climb up on the bed and lower her pussy onto my
mouth. ""Lick me until I come and perhaps I will return the favor." I began
to lick in long slow motions and soon she was dripping sweet juices into my
mouth.  She ground into me then would lift up to let me catch a breath.  I
began to concentrate on her clit and I knew by her rocking motion that she
was close.  Her movements became less regular and then I felt her cum,
releasing mini flood on my face.  She squealed as she came and I kept
licking until she eventually pulled away.  She hopped off of the bed and
whispered to me," I think that Dr.  Black might have heard that and we
cannot let her know what we did or we will both pay a fearful price." She
was stroking my cock and spit into her hand to provide lubrication.  I was
humping her hand and would have cum soon had not Tara stopped suddenly
wiped off my cock and stood away and said," Mike I have told you to have
respect for women and your hard penis is clearly not what I am asking for."
As she finished saying that Dr.  Black walked into the room.  Obviously
Tara had heard her coming and was posturing for appearances.  "What is Mike
up to?" Dr.  Black asked as she came into the room.  " I am afraid that he
will not control his penis, Dr." Tara sighed.  Dr.  Black walked over to
the bed and slapped the throbbing cock hard.  "This will never do, Mike,
What have we got to do to teach you manners?  I think that I will try a bit
of hypnosis to try to start you on the way to a cure.  Nurse, please bring
over the lamp and I will put him into trance." Nurse Tara brought over a
surgical lamp and shown it into my eyes. .  Dr.  Black took a seat by the
bed and told me to look into her face.  She stared into my eyes and told me
to concentrate on her words.  I really wanted to avoid falling into a
trance and I was unsure what she would do, but she obviously said a trigger
word and I lost all consciousness.  Once I was out Dr.  Black turned to
Tara and said, " Now you know that we want just the opposite of what we
told Mike, that is we want him horny and frustrated for his stay." Dr Black
looked at my member and commented.  "He is not hard, Nurse, lets give him
an injection of liquid Viagra.  After all, we want him very sensitive to
our tortures," Dr.  Black laughed.  Nurse Tara took a hypodermic and
injected the Viagra into the catheter in my arm.  I was still out so I was
unaware of any of this going on.  Once this was accomplished, I was brought
out of my trance and once more looked upon the two women.  " Mike, you seem
to be very resistant to my efforts.  Why is that?" Dr Black asked.  " I
really am not trying to defy you doctor," I told her.  " Well it seems part
of you want to do so, look!" She slapped it again.  " Perhaps you cannot
see the problem.  Perhaps if we had a model of it, you could see what is
wrong.  Nurse, how could we make a model?  Clay?  Plaster of Paris?  No, I
got it; wax." Wait a minute, I will be right back." Dr.  Black left the
room and returned with a candle and lighter.  She also had a plastic pad
that she proceeded to slip under my ass to protest the bed.  My cock swayed
in the air and actually seemed to be stiffening.  I saw her light the
candle and take a piece of ice from a cup and run it all over my cock and
balls.  " First we cool you down, then we heat you up", the dark haired
doctor said with a smile.  She let the candle drip down the underside of
the shaft and I jumped as it hit the tender flesh.  Slowly drip after drip
hit the shaft.  After a bit she began to aim the wax onto my balls.  A
layer began to build up and the pain subsided unless the wax dripped on to
a previously untouched area of skin.  She ran the ice once more over the
head before beginning the drip in that most tender of spots.  I was
twisting trying to avoid the flaming wax, but did little to avoid the
problem.  If I did succeed in twisting to avoid a particular strike, Dr. 
Black would just grab my prick and take exact aim at a closer aiming point;
hotter too!  "Nurse Tara, take some ropes and tie his thighs to the outside
bed frame so that his legs are wide and spread." The beautiful nurse looped
the rope several times around my knees and tied them tightly.  The drip,
drip, drip of wax continued on my exposed groin, as the sadistic doctor
grinned as she did the work she so obviously enjoyed.  She blew the candle
out and I sighed a sigh of relief.  She left the room and came back with a
metal arm that she inserted into the bed frame and swung the gripping end
of the device over the center of the bed and just above my groin.  She then
took the candle and set it in the end of the arm just above my cock.  It
was secured in place and she reached over and picked up the lighter.  "
Let's use an entire candle on Mike so that we have a nice model.  We can go
and have a drink in the lounge and come back and see what work the wax has
done." She lit the candlewick again and watched to be sure that the
dripping wax properly targeted my cock and balls.  "Good, see you in a bit,
Mike." Tara lingered a moment and sighed as she saw that I was helpless and
in pain.  She then quickly turned and also left the room.  I tried to move
and twist but the effect mostly worked against me, as the wax would
splatter and hit exposed area on my thigh.  I realized that the wax hurt
less the more that it hit the same spot, as a layer of dried wax acted as a
buffer.  For over thirty minutes the wax dripped on me and soon all I could
see was a mound of balled up wax where my genitals had previously been
seen. I heard voices coming down the hall and lifted my head to see who was
coming.  In walked Dr Schmitt, Dr.  Black and Nurses Tara and Adrian.  They
filed into the room, and came to the side of the bed.  The candle was blown
out and they chatted to each other.  A piece of ice was run over the wax
making it completely solidify.  Dr.  Schmitt then said, " The best way to
remove this is to twist it slightly and let the natural shrinkage allow it
to come free." She grabbed the wax around and gently twisted it back and
forth to loosen it.  There was a sucking sound and most of the wax came off
in one lump.  As she did this, my legs were untied and my wrists and ankles
were released.  "Why don't we take you over to the percussion therapy room
and we can try a few completely different test on you?" Dr Black said to
the nurses and me.  "Blindfold him and walk him down to the chamber." A
mask was put over my eyes and both arms were locked, one in each arm of a
nurse, and I was led down a long hallway.  I entered an elevator, which I
could tell by the sound of the door .We went up a level or two and exited
and walked down another hall.  We entered a room and I was brought to a
spot where my hands were secured above my head in a spread-eagle position.
The mask was removed and I saw that I was in a dark room and on a St
Andrew's cross.  It appeared to be an S and M style dungeon.  My ankles
were strapped to the base of the cross and a bit was pulled between my
teeth and buckled.  The two nurses sat in chairs once I was locked into
place and seemed to be awaiting the arrival of someone else.  We all
remained silent for five minutes or so, when the two doctors arrived.  But
they sure looked quite different.  Both were dressed in black leather and
panties and garters.  They were chatting as they walked into the room and
stopped when they saw the scene before them.  "Would you like to start, my
dear?" Dr.  Schmitt said to her compatriot.  "With pleasure." Dr.  Black
went over to the wall and took down a cat with soft leather strands.  She
walked toward me and cocking her arm behind her head swung the whip with
her full strength and struck my back.  It mostly startled me and I groaned.
She swung again and struck just below the spot of the first strike.  For
forty lashes she rained blows over my back and ass as the whip left my skin
reddened.  She finished and turned to Dr.  Schmitt.  "Your turn." The blond
took a leather paddle and whacked my ass.  She hit it again and again as I
screamed into my bit.  As she blistered my backside, Nurse Tara brought her
chair around the front of the cross and reached under the middle of the "X"
and took my cock in her hand.  She began to fondle it and I grew hard
despite the pain I was feeling on my ass.  She took the hard shaft and
began to stroke it in time with the blows.  I looked down at her and saw
that she was fingering herself with her other hand as she stroked me.  Her
breath was becoming labored and I could tell she was soon going to cum.  I
too was on the brink.  She came with an animal sound and rolled her eyes
back into her head.  My prick was about to explode when she took her hand
off of it.  She threw her head back in the chair and sat there panting. 
Pre-cum was dripping from my cock and Dr.  Schmitt hit me one more time and
walked away.  "Ladies, each grab a whip and we will give him the gauntlet
treatment." All four of them took up whips with soft leather and took their
positions behind me.  The two doctors were to the side of the cross and the
two nurses were behind me.  "Now for a minute we will try to hit him as
many times as we can.  The lady who gets in the most blows will get a
special treat.  Ready, set, go!" The blows hit me from all angles and each
woman counted out her strikes.  I had no way to recoil from them as they
hit me everywhere.  Tears were running down my face and sweat dripped from
every pore.  When the cry of stop was made, Nurse Tara had won the contest
hitting me fifty-two times in a minute.  I was unbuckled and
re-blindfolded. We all walked down the hall and retraced our steps to the
room in which I was laid in bed.  The blindfold was taken off and the four
women each looked at me with the look of a tiger upon a lamb.  "Mike,
another shower is in order and then we need to see you back here in a
couple of minutes.  Dr.  Black said.  " Nurses, go with him and bring him
back quickly." I was led to the shower again and had an uneventful shower
in which I could wash myself.  The two nurses looked on and threw me a
towel when I finished.  I walked back with them and came into the room
where I had left the doctors.  " Get up into the gyno chair, Mike, and we
will need to strap you into the cradles," Adrian told me.  I got in and my
legs were lifted into place.  There were plastic cradles that my knees
rested in and once I was lying in them, straps were pulled over my knees
and legs and tightened.  My arms were cuffed and locked to the side of the
chair.  Nurse Adrian moved to the side of the chair and hit a control with
her foot that caused to chair to recline electrically.  Dr.  Black walked
into the room with a mask that covered the whole head and lifted my head to
pull it on.  It looked a little like an old gasmask.  The area over the
mouth had a screw-on round hole that a filter or other type of devise could
be screwed on to.  For now it allowed me to breath totally normally.  Dr.
Schmitt brought over a tens unit and while the mask was being put on,
swabbed my groin with alcohol and began to place the sticky pads on my
balls and base of my cock shaft.  Obviously while she did this, a got a
raging erection.  She plugged the wires leading from the pad into the Tens
unit and turned it on.  Little pricks of electricity stimulated my groin
jumping from one pad to the next.  It actually felt quite nice and I got
harder.  Tara had picked up a vibrator and was running it over my shaft at
the same time.  Every time she rolled the rounded head of the vibrator over
the cock crown, I came close to cumming.  But, of course, she would pull
away before that would ever happen.  "Adrian, go wake Alexa and bring her
in," Dr Schmitt said.  
Adrian left the room and the other women
continued to work on me.  Dr.  Black picked up a metal clamp and attached
it to my right nipple.  She closed it squeezing the nipple so that it
turned it purple.  She set the handle down on my chest and picked up
another.  This was put on my left nipple with the same effect.  A moment
later, Alexa came into the room with Adrian.  She looked a little bleary
and looked at the two doctors for instructions.  Alexa, take off your
panties and take a long hot piss into this, handing her a bottle.  The
beautiful nurse peeled her panties off her rounded hips exposing her pussy
and its shaven bush.  She squatted on a low bench and brought the bottle up
to her crotch.  A second later a spray erupted from her pussy filling much
of the bottle quickly.  Despite the shock and attention given to my own
center of pleasure, I could not take my eyes off of her glistening cunt. 
She rose and walked over to Dr.  Schmitt, handing her the piss filled
bottle.  The doctor took it and poured it into another bottle, which was,
in turn, screwed into a re-breathing system.  Dr.  Schmitt took the hose
coming from the system and screwed it to the opening of my mask. 
Immediately, my oxygen was cut in half and I had to draw deep breaths
through the system.  The strong smell of Alexa's piss filled my mouth and
nose.  Dr.  Black then began to modulate the level of electricity flowing
into me cock.  When it rose I jumped, as much as I could.  My cock was
throbbing and as Tara ran the vibrator over the head, I thrashed my head as
I was kept on the edge of exploding.  Dr.  Schmitt stroked my chest,
stopping to tweak my swollen nipples.  She made a motion to Nurse Adrian
and the nurse took a brown bottle and soaked a cotton ball in the solution
contained within.  She took a screw cap off of the re-breather, which gave
me a rush of oxygen, inserted the cotton ball inside of it hose and
replaced the cap.  A warm rush started to flow over me as I felt the effect
of the poppers.  Dr.  Schmitt then brought her mouth close to me ear and
whispered," Mike, you have no power at all.  You are completely at our
mercy.  We want you to cum soon, because this will allow us to torture your
cock at a much higher level.  If you want to avoid the terrible pain, it is
simple, just don't cum.  But you won't be able to." She laughed and told
Tara to begin to stroke my cock while using the vibrator on my balls.  Tara
put a lubricant on her hand and began long slow strokes.  Dr.  Black was
also laughing and was turning the juice on the Tens unit up and down.  I
was breathing heavy and was intoxicated by the smell of Alexa's urine and
the poppers.  I could feel the sperm rise up in my balls and was really
trying to keep it down.  I took Dr.  Schmitt seriously when she used spoke
of torture.  But Tara was a woman on a mission and knew exactly to bring me
beyond to point of no control.  Slowly, slowly she excited every nerve in
me and as Dr.Schmitt whispered, "Mike you have no control, cum now feel the
joy, feel my joy as you give yourself to us as a sacrifice." She unclamped
the clamp on my right then left nipple and the pain that shot through me
brought me to almost a delirium.  The pain combined with the intense
pleasure pushed me over the edge.  I shuddered and suddenly shot spunk a
foot into the air.  All stimulation was increased for ten seconds as Tara's
hand squeezed and moved in a piston motion.  As cum kept spilling out of
the head of my cock.  A satisfied look came over the faces of all the
women. "Clean him up and put him back into the bed.  Dr.  Black and I are
going to take a nap, as will Mike, before we have to go to surgery, Dr
Schmitt said with a snicker.  A warm rag was used to clean me up and the
mask was removed from my head.  I was un-strapped and unclamped and brought
over to the bed where I was put into bondage that I recognized as that used
on mental patients.  An eye mask was put over my eyes and I heard everyone
leave the room.  I was exhausted and while I feared what was to come, I
required sleep as much as anything.  I dropped off and was awoken hours
later, how many I could not tell, and felt the mask pulled off of my face.
There stood Nurse Susan and Nurse Karen.  "Time to wake up," Mike, Susan
said.  " We have a busy day in store for you.  Dr.  Black has a special
surgery for you planned but we need to prep you first We will need to clean
you up and make sure that you are prepared for what is to come." Both
nurses giggled at the last comment and I knew that it was only a reference
to that which Dr.  Schmitt had given me an earlier warning about.  " Lets
take you to the bathroom for a clean-up and more," Nurse Karen said with a
smile.  I was taken by both arms, once the bondage was removed, and dragged
down the hall to the bathroom.  There I was put into cuffs and attached to
the wall with my arms over my head.  I could watch as the two women moved
about preparing, I knew not what.  Warm water was run in the bath and
several rubber straps and cuffs were set on a nearby table.  "We need to
clean you up now, so come over to the bath and lay down in it," Susan told
me in an authoritarian tone.  I was let out of my cuffs and walked the few
feet to the bathtub.  There was an inch of warm water in it and it felt
good as I eased into the tub.  "Give me your feet," demanded Nurse Karen.
She took my right foot, pulled it over the edge of the tub and attached a
rubber cuff to it.  This was attached to a chair, which held my legs in
place.  The process was repeated with my left leg and similarly with both
arms.  I now was on my back with all my limbs akimbo.  "Now to keep you
from mouthing off," Said Susan as she pulled a strap around my head.  The
part going to the mouth had a rubber funnel extending out of it.  I now
knew what they intended, but also knew it was too late to do anything about
it.  I pleaded with my eyes and mumbles, but they paid no attention.  " I
really did not know if we would finish before I burst," Karen said.  " Hold
his head and I will take first turn." Susan held my head fixed in the tub,
and Karen removed her shoes, socks and panties and climbed into the tub
above my head.  I look up into the pussy that hovered inches above my head
and saw the first spurt of piss squirt out of it and run into the funnel
and into my mouth.  I swallow the acrid liquid and prepared myself for
more. More is what I got in a steady stream.  I tried to twist away, but
Susan held my head in place and pinched my ears a punishment for any
resistance.  She must have peed over a pint and sighed with relief when she
finished.  "My turn, watching you made me have to go so bad.  It is a
little like watching waterfalls when you have to go," said Susan.  The two
women switched places and Susan squatted over me with her back to Karen. 
As I prepared for another assault, I felt Susan's hands begin to stroke my
cock.  Gushes of piss poured down on me a moment later, and I swallowed a
quickly as I could so as not to choke.  Susan pissed at least as much as
Karen and I actually was filled with liquid in my stomach.  She hovered
above my face when she finished letting me get a good eyeful as she
continued to stroke me.  "Look at this disgusting creature, Karen, let's
just clean him up and begin the prep.  He is going to SO deserve what is
coming." She rose and stepped out of the bath.  The drain was pulled on the
tub and the water and some piss went down the drain.  Karen then turned on
the water on the spray nozzle and turned it on me.  I was rinsed with the
lukewarm spray and then released.  As Susan toweled me off, Karen brought
over a straight jacket.  I had been pushed into a chair and now tried to
make my escape.  I had hoped that neither Nurse knew the "Magic' word, but
soon knew differently and I was lying face first of the tile floor.  I was
strapped into the jacket and led by my balls back to the bed once I
regained my mobility.  I was pushed into the bed and Susan slapped my face
and scolded me for everything I had done wrong.  I was secured and left in
the dark.  Almost and hour passed in which I wondered what I was in store
for.  I was startled when four women burst into the room and turned on the
bright lights.  " Now is your time to pay for all your dirty thoughts and
actions," one shouted.  I was hustled to my feet and plopped into a
wheelchair.  I was wheeled out the door and down the hall to the operating
room.  The room was painted green and had a table in the middle of it with
adjustable lamps surrounding it.  There were a couple of cabinets filled
with medical equipment against the wall.  I was lifted out of the chair and
scooted upon the table.  The straightjacket was removed, and Dr.  Schmitt
bent over and whispered into my ear, "Sappho." I fell back on the table and
quickly Karen and Tara secured my hands above my head.  Cradles were lifted
from the side of the table and my legs were secured resting in them spread
very wide.  An oxygen style mask was placed over my face and a tank was
wheeled to the side of the table.  A lamp was swung over my lower body and
shone upon my groin area.  Dr.  Black was putting on latex gloves and
positioning herself between my legs.  "Lube please," she told Nurse Karen
and the nurse squirted a clear liquid upon her gloved right hand.  I felt
her finger enter my rectum and twist inside.  A second then third finger
was inserted and twisted within me.  She withdrew her hand and pulled off
her glove.  "He seems clean, so it seems that the enemas did their job."
Dr. Black told the group.  "Now for the speculum," said Dr.  Schmitt as she
picked up a metal one and moved between my legs.  "Mike, you are very tight
down here and perhaps this is part of your problem.  We will stretch you a
bit and see if this makes you less uptight." Dr.  Schmitt lubed up the
instrument and inserted it into my ass.  It slid inside, and once in, she
began to open it up.  I could feel it expanding inside of me and once it
was as wide as she could open it with her squeeze, she began to screw down
screws that opened it even wider.  I began to beg, but was ignored by all.
When it was widened to the point she wanted, Dr.  Schmitt took a cotton
swab and inserted it into my ass.  I could feel her rub the sides of my
colon and a moment later felt a burning.  "A little cinnamon oil to wake
you up, Mike.  Ladies, let's prepare the sutures for the operation.  I will
leave the speculum in place for a bit before we replace it." There was
flurry of activity around the room and cloth-covered trays were wheeled
into place.  Everyone donned surgical masks and took their positions around
the table.  "Wash the area with alcohol Tara," Dr.  Black told the young
nurse.  Tara soaked a cotton ball in alcohol and wiped the entire area from
my pubes to just above my ass.  It burned, as alcohol always does.  " Start
the Nitrous Oxide, Karen.  I want him in a relaxed but awake state." said
Dr.  Black.  Nurse Karen attached a hose to a tank and then to my mask. 
She turned a valve and I heard a hissing.  I felt a warm feeling come over
me and I seemed to be floating.  In the mean time Dr.  Black had donned a
new set of gloves and picked up a clamp that had a loop in both pincers. 
She took part of my scrotum and clamped it with the instrument.  Dr. 
Schmitt had a large needle with a thread running through it and brought the
point to the spot next to the loop.  "Mike, this will hurt you more than it
does me," and she laughed as she drove it through my ball sack.  She took
another pinch of skin and rammed the needle through it.  I gasped in pain
but somehow I seemed to feel it and at the same time was somehow detached.
Dr.  Black took the head of my cock and tucked it into the pouch that was
being sewed into my scrotum.  A half-dozen stitches were looped through my
ball sack and soon, only the tip of the cock peaked out of the package.  "
Now let's return to his ass," Dr.  Black said.  She released the screws on
the speculum and it closed inside of me.  It was withdrawn and set aside. I
series of butt plugs was set on a stand and the first lubed up.  Dr.  Black
took the tip and set it against my anus.  With a quick shove it popped into
me.  I gasped and sucked in my Nitrous Oxide.  It was pulled out of me and
second, larger plug was greased up.  " Switch to poppers, Karen." The nurse
detached the hose and put a canister into the empty slot.  It ha a cotton
ball soaked in the poppers and I felt the different feeling come over me. "
While I get this into him, perhaps you would like you use some needles,
ladies" said Dr.  Black.  "A terrific idea said the other doctor.  She
prepared a half dozen needles while Tara and Karen pick out some
acupuncture needles for their use.  Dr.  Black was pushing and pulling the
plug in and out of my ass as the doctor and nurses prepared to impale me.
Dr.  Schmitt took one of my nipples and slowly ran large needle through it.
As that happened, Tara started to stick me in my naked pubes with her
needles while Karen stuck hers in my ball-sack.  I was seeing stars I was
in so much pain; I thrashed but could hardly move an inch.  Six needles
were run through my two nipples and at least a dozen acupuncture needles
were inserted elsewhere.  As the last of these was being put into me, Dr.
Black gave a final shove and the plug squeezed inside.  I really almost
passed out.  "He is prepared for his milking.  Let's let him know how
helpless he is," Dr.  Schmitt smiled.  Tara picked up a strong vibrator and
moved it to the head of my cock.  As the vibration moved through my penis,
I began to stiffen and my cock strained against the sewed scrotum holding
it down.  Nurse Karen bent down and whispered suggestive things in my ear
and every minute of so licked it.  Dr.  Black was stimulating my nipples,
while Dr.  Schmitt stroked my balls.  I was feeling the juices rise up in
me, but the pain of my constricted cock was offsetting it.  I was groaning
and moaning in pain and pleasure.  I certainly was absorbed with my
feelings, but I noticed that each woman was using only one hand.  They were
all frigging themselves.  Each was in the throes of pleasure as my pain
brought them to repeated climaxes.  When I came it was a shock as it had
little warning.  A strong shot of cum squirted out the head and down my
leg. I was breathing heavily and saw Tara cum herself to finish the set of
the women's orgasms.  Dr.  Schmitt went over to the cabinet and pulled out
a vile of clear liquid.  She took a hypodermic needle drew out a dose and
injected it into the catheter in my arm.  " Sweet dreams," cooed all the
women as I blacked out.

   I awoke in the hospital and was once more attached to various monitoring
equipment.  It was daytime, but I had no idea what day.  I croaked out a
hello and a nurse I did not recognize came into the room.  "So how are
you?" She asked.  "OK, I think.  Where am I?" "You were brought in
apparently last night by a Good Samaritan who did not leave their name, but
when I came in this morning the nurses said you were on the way to
recovery. I don't know you still seem in pretty bad shape, I wander what
they were talking about?" I could only guess.