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 The Estate (C)2004 d.  edwards/san francisco

   Chapter 55

   Paralyzed by her words John lay rigid in their arms as they tucked his
folded legs into the foot of the carriage and propped his shoulders against
a soft pillow by the handles.  He began to sweat in panic, trying to
scrunch down to hide, but it was futile, there was simply no room to slide
down and he was now stuck in a prominent position, head above the carriage
sides, surrounded by soft blankets and toy animals.  He moaned around his
pacifier as they began to wheel him towards the door.  Still numb with
shock as they moved casually down the dim corridor, he was acutely aware of
the strange faces passing by to peer in at him, smiling and greeting the
nurses with cheerful comments.  As they continued he could also see many
closed doors on either side, some with no windows, some heavily barred, and
for the first time was aware of the scale of the place he was trapped in.
As they continued, John began to hear a faint rhythmic pounding coming from
one of the closed doors up ahead, to the right.  Just as they approached
the door it was opened by one of the male staff, revealing a tableau inside
that shocked and terrified John.  There, in a room much like his own,
another patient, naked and bound face down on padded table, was being used
to pleasure two male attendants, one at either end of the struggling man
between them, his choking cries spilling out into the hallway in sudden
sharp counterpoint to the sound of Johns own sobs.

   ''SHUT THAT DOOR!'' one of the nurses immediately barked, throwing a
blanket over John's head and quickly raising the sun hood to block his
view. The attendant at the door, flustered at seeing them, stepped back and
quickly shut the door, but not before several more screams and cries of
mercy reached the hallway.  As the door clicked shut, the dull sound of
pounding commenced again, leaving an uncomfortable silence wrapped around
John and his nurses.  The women quickly moved past, grim now, their walk
stiff with tension.  One of them, John didn't know who, pulled back the
blanket to check on him and quickly covered him again.  Thankful for the
privacy he calmed down, the picture of that room still burning the backs of
his eyelids.

   An elevator...then another long walk as the light grew steadily brighter
and he could now hear the sound of running water over stone and the echo of
high ceilings.  They walked slowly, gradually coming to a stop, the sound
of other women's voices greeting the glad replies of his nurses.

   Quiet whispers, sighs and small sounds of dismay; he knew they were
discussing the incident in the hallway.  Straining his ears he couldn't
quite make out their words, frustrated by the waterfall and the blanket
covering him.

   Eventually, after several long minutes the conversation turned to
lighter matters, and the clinking of plates and feminine laughter began to
sprinkle the steady drone of their words.  John was slowly lulled into the
slim hope that they would leave him hidden.  He began to relax under that
gentle sound and as he did, a slender hand reached in to grasp the edge of
his carriage and began to rock him gently, back and forth, swaying him
softly against the flannel and soft pillows cradling him.  At first he
resisted their deliberate attempt at making him sleep, but despite his
efforts his eyelids began to get heavy, the gentle diffuse light and steady
murmur of the women around him guiding him into a soft cocoon of sleep. 
His breathing slowed, steadied; he awoke slightly, remembering himself, but
then again lost his grip on even that simple fact, and drifted away into
sleep.

   He awoke slowly to the bright glare of sun through high atrium windows.
Blinking, he raised his head, his eyes finally adjusting to the light to
reveal several women sitting in broad cushioned lounge chairs around a
large circular table set with plates of food.  His mouth immediately began
to water at the sight and now the smell of all the tender meats and savory
condiments spread out before him; he began sucking unconsciously on his
pacifier and could feel his stomach turn over at the sudden rush of saliva
he was swallowing.  Looking up from the succulent food, he began to blush
and tried to sit back and hide in the carriage; all the women had stopped
eating to watch him.  He cringed at their smiling faces and turned away,
trying to work his chin under the blanket that had been tucked around his
shoulders.

   He heard the scrape of several chairs and two delicate faces leaned over
to peer at him as he pulled nervously on his pacifier.

   ''Go slowly,'' one of his nurses cautioned, '' it's only been two weeks
and he's still pretty shy.'' They both smiled at him and reached in to
raise him to a sitting position.  His eyes began to tear up in panic as the
women around him laughed and cooed and one of them supporting him began to
rub his back to try and soothe him.  He groaned, wishing himself elsewhere
and closed his eyes as tears began to course down his cheeks.  Small cries
of dismay and their maternal sounds meant to calm him only made it worse
and he began to struggle, trying to curl away from the arms holding him. 
To his dismay he heard several clicks from the side of his carriage and
discovered himself being turned slightly and leaned back into the lap of a
very full figured woman, his head and right cheek now nestled between her
left arm and breast.  Surprised, he lay there as she quickly hooked his
pacifier with her pinky and pulled it sharply away from his passive lips,
deftly substituting it with a warm bottle of breast milk and cereal before
he could react.

   As the first wash of sweet milk flowed from the nipple into his mouth he
simply broke down and began to cry, giving in to the impossibility of his
situation, overwhelmed with anguish at not understanding their relentless
behavior towards him and their relentless babying.  Great chest heaving
sobs wracked his frame as he pushed the nipple from his mouth and tried to
turn away from their gentle stares.  He buried his tearful face into the
warm valley of her breast as her arms held him close and she mercifully
pulled a thin shawl over his face to give him some small sense of peace. 
He sobbed uncontrollably, twitching his arms and legs weakly against their
restraints as wave after wave of intense feelings washed over him, draining
him of tension and emotion.  All were quiet around the table as they
watched his covered shape with faces of kind and gentle resolution.

   After several minutes his crying eventually slowed to a hoarse breathing
and quiet snuffling as he collected himself, suddenly aware of the damp
silk against his lips and nose and the smooth warm swell of the breast
against his cheek.  The soft light filtering under the shawl soothed his
tear swollen eyes and he sighed a deep shuddering breath, relaxing finally.

   The arms holding him leaned him back slightly to a face up position and
he once more felt a nipple and the sweet taste of breast milk between his
lips.  He began to moan past the tightness of his throat as he feebly tried
to push the nipple back with his tongue.

   '' You have to finish this, little one,'' the voice above him said
softly as the nipple was again pushed between his lips, ''There's no going
back any more, sweetheart.'' With small cries shaking his body once more he
gave in and drew the nipple deep into his mouth.  Milk began filling the
back of his throat, and he paused in crying just long enough to swallow
before continuing to suckle.  The women around him smiled at that and
turned back to their lunch, his soft crying now a gentle counterpoint to
their conversation and the silver clinking of forks and knives.

   Chapter 56

   They chatted idly, their brunch sliding smoothly into mid afternoon tea
as John was slowly fed the last of his bottles.  At the sound of his
finishing the arms that were holding him straightened up and turned
slightly to lean his chin on a soft padded shoulder.  Still covered, he
felt a palm gently start to pat his back.  Embarrassed, John struggled to
burp quietly but the effort only caused milk to rise into his throat,
choking him.  As he gasped the shawl was drawn back and he was leaned
forward and patted more firmly, now acutely aware of the women around him
watching as he was being burped.

   Overwhelmed he closed his eyes, trying to escape their faces, much to
their bemused chuckles.  The arms holding him straightened him up to a
sitting position and a damp cloth wiped the remains of his meal from his
face.  Finished with cleaning him the nurse who had fed him gently laid him
back into the carriage, rolling him forward to the table as others began
discussing Delores and his progress.  ''When did she start the series?''
''It's been a little less than a week now, she should be able to start a
full nursing routine in about three weeks, '' another answered.  John
stiffened, almost understanding, but not quite believing.

   ''I can almost understand her doing this'' a younger voice said quietly,
''He's certainly different from the rest.''

   '' She says he's very good at the breast.'' another giggled, getting
appreciative laughter from the rest.  John squirmed at their words and felt
the heat of embarrassment crawl slowly across his face.

   Smiling faces leaned over him as hands reached in to tickle and stroke
his legs and belly, increasing his torment.  He began to panic and much to
his sudden horror felt the beginning trickle of urine between his legs. 
Under their deliberate hands he slowly lost control of his bladder and hot
urine began flooding the thick folds of his diaper, swelling it and the
soaker tightly against him, the hot wet pool creeping up his backside and
over the elastic where it began to darken his romper.

   Noticing the alarm in his expression one of the nurses popped open a few
snaps between his legs to get a finger between his inner thigh and the
diaper, smiling at the moisture she felt there.  Opening his jumper even
more she saw that he'd leaked through to the flannel at the legs.  Slipping
a hand under him she felt the dampness there too.

   ''Looks like our little man here needs a change, and in a hurry!'' she
said, continuing to open his jumper.  He began to struggle, panicked at the
idea of being changed in the open and unable to prevent her from exposing
him to everyone.  He began to whimper, twisting back and forth as one of
the other nurses came alongside to help steady the carriage.  The two of
them tried to calm his struggles, shushing him with soft hands on his chest
and legs, slowing down their undressing him until he settled a bit.

   Under their careful hands his breathing slowed and he resigned himself
to their hands as they continued undressing him.  Eyes closed he felt them
pop open the rest of the snaps between his legs and roll the damp jumper up
to his waist where they sat him up to unsnap the sides and finally slide
the entire thing out from under his bottom.  He felt gentle tugs at his
hips as pins were opened and the cool air of the atrium chilled his groin
as the wet diaper was pulled away from his hot skin.  The abrupt silence
from the nearby table and the sudden pause of his nurses puzzled him as he
lay there, exposed, untouched for long moments.  He began to whimper,
sensing a tension in the air as the silence lengthened.

   With a soft cluck of comfort a hand reached for his scrotum, lifting it
up as another wiped him with a damp cloth, working the thin material into
every fold.  He was rocked to one side as the hand continued to wipe,
dragging the cloth in achingly slow strokes past his perineum and anus,
tickling them almost to the point of arousal.  He groaned at that sense
memory, recalling Jasmine's torment his second day there and the pleasures
long denied him.  His cock began to thicken, and he opened his eyes
finally, looking up to see who was touching him so sensually.  It was the
smiling face of his wife, Elena.