To Have And To Hold

Chapter 4

M.C.C.

I spent most of the next day in a drug-induced haze. I distinctly remembered Mrs. Rogers coming into the room on three different occasions and hooking a bottle of pale liquid up to my feeding tube, and the feeling of my stomach filling up. I also remembered once when the bag connected to my catheter was disconnected and carried out of the room, only to be brought back a few minutes later, emptied, and reconnecetd to the catheter. Beyond that, I spent most of the day drifting into and out of consciousness, held firm in the padded embrace of the body cast, unable to move, only to feel.

The second morning I woke up, feeling more rested and refreshed than I had in years. The breathing and feeding tubes still tickled the back of my throat, and I was still paralyzed from the drug I had been given, but I felt great. As I still had five more days to go in my plaster prison, I wondered if the feeling would persist, diminish or grow. I hoped it would at least continue. I was totally relaxed.

Mrs. Rogers came into the room then, carrying the now-familiar bottle of feeding formula. With deft movements she connected it to my feeding tube, and once again I felt the warm liquid start to fill my stomach. "You will be given an hour for this to move through your system, and then the catheter will be removed", she said. "This is so your bladder's sphincter muscles don't get stretched open permanently. It would be unfortunate if you had to wear a catheter for the rest of your life." From the pleasant look on her face, I wasn't sure if that prospect pleased her or not.

While my breakfast flowed into the tube snaking through my nose and down into my stomach, Mrs. Rogers started removing the elastic bandage and padding from around my penis. "I hope you had a restful day yesterday. Mrs. Davis and I had so much to do, we weren't able to really spend any time in here with you, and we didn't want you to be completely bored, so we decided it would be best if you slept the entire day. I think the rest did you more good than you realize. The procedure you have been through, the paralyzing drug, the intubation, and the casting, is really very stressful to the body. It takes more out of you than you realize. That extra rest is necessary to help your body recover. Besides, we had some things to do with your girlfriend." A wicked smile crossed her face. "She'll be coming in in a few minutes, and I'm sure she'll want to tell you all about it." The smile got wider. "But, before then, I'm afraid I've got some bad news. Well, maybe bad, depending on your point of view."

"You see, when a person is immobilized, like you are, the muscles atrophy, or grow weak, from non-use. Normally, this takes a couple of weeks of immobilization before it has any noticable effect, but this drug you have been given accelerates the effects. I'm afarid that by the end of your 'treatment', when we cut you out of this plaster jacket, some of your muscles will have atrophied to the point where they will not adequately do their job. Specifially, the muscles of your neck and upper back will be so weak, you will find it difficult to hold you head up, and trying to do so will cause significant pain. Your arms and legs will also be effected, but not to the same degree. They should regain their strength within a couple of days, but your neck and upper back will require two or three weeks of therapy to get them back to their normal strength. During that time, I'm afraid it will be necessary for you to wear a brace for your neck and upper back. We have a model in mind already, one that should be comfortable enough for the extended wear that will be required. And don't worry about your job. Christy has already called your boss and explained your 'accident'. They are very understanding, and will do whatever needs to be done to accomodate your 'condition' while you recover." A large grin once again crossed her face as she arose and left the room.

An hour later, both she and Mrs. Davis entered the room, once again dressed in surgical garb. Standing on either side of the bed, they produced a basin and washcloth, and proceeded to wash my entire groin area. Once finished, towels were placed on four sides surrounding my penis, just as if they were getting ready to perform surgery on it. Mrs. Rogers then attached a syringe to the the catheter's pigtail, and withdrew the water that had kept the balloon inflated inside my bladder. Once all the water had been removed, she held my penis erect in one hand, while Mrs. Davis slowly started removing the catheter. Once it had been placed in my bladder, the catheter had stopped burning, and after a hour or so I barely felt it. Now, as it was being removed, I felt the burning sensation again, and as the latex tube was slowly withdrawn, the burning sensation proceeded out of my bladder, and down my urethra, until at last it reached the tip of my penis, and the catheter was fully withdrawn. The sensation of feeling the tube move every millimeter through my body was exciting, but the pain was a little more than what I cared for. While Mrs. Rogers gently messaged my penis, Mrs. Davis disposed of the catheter, then retrieved another syringe. This one had a short, rubber tube attached, and was filled with a cloudly liquid. Lubricating the rubber tube, it was inserted about two inches into my already-abused urethra. Thinking I was about to be really tortured, I was pleasantly surprised when Mrs. Davis started injecting the liquid into my penis. "This is warm saline solution", she explained, "it will removed a lot of the pain." True to her word, the burning sensation quickly subsided, and the syringe was withdrawn. Drying off my penis, Mrs. Rogers once again wrapped it in padding, laying a towel over it when she was finished. As Mrs. Rogers started cleaning up their equipment, Mrs. Davis turned to me and said, "Now, it's time to see what Christy has been up to!" With that she strolled out the door.

A moment later, she came back in, carefully guiding Christy. Both of Christy's arms were in casts, and there was a wide plaster belt around her waist. Each arm was connected to the belt with a plaster-covered strut. The effect was that of a double shoulder spice, but her shoulders and entire upper torso weren't encased. Instead, and large brace was attached to her torso. It consisted of a large, padded yoke resting on her shoulders, and extending down to her shoulder blades in back and her sternum in front. Padded straps connected these points, and passed around her torso, firmly holding the yoke in place. Extending up from the yoke was a modified four-post neck brace. In addition to the two posts attached to the thickly-padded chin pad and two more connecting the equally-thick occipital pad, two bars attached to the shoulder points of the yoke and connected to the chin pad, preventing any fore-and-aft movement. Two more bars connected the chin pad to the occipital pad. The entire brace was designed for rigidity, and held Christy's neck, head and upper back completely immobile. In addition, a leather hood had been tightly laced onto Christy's head, with her hair exiting in back in a ponytail. Though they weren't on at the moment, buckles on the side of the hood suggested attachments for both a blindfold and a gag. Besides the opening for her hair, there were openings for her eyes and mouth. Two small holes also allowed her to breath through her nose.

Except for the casts, brace and hood, Christy was otherwise naked. Mrs. Davis guided her to my bed, and helped her sit on the edge of my bed. Then Mrs. Davis and Mrs. Rogers left the room.

"I've got so much to tell you!", Christy beamed. "But first, please don't be angry with me that I let them do this to me. It was a condition that I be placed like this for a couple of days in order to have those two ladies do something else for me, something I think you'll like."

"I spent yesterday being measured and molded for several braces. Mrs. Rogers and Mrs. Davis said they'd do it in exchange for me being their 'pet' for a few days, and I thought it was worth it. I'm going to get a Milwaukee Brace! They are going to make me one that's set up for someone with a mild case of kyphosis, so it'll have pads on my shoulder blades, and will also have pads pressing against the front of my shoulders. I'll be so straight and tall! In addition, they are going to make several different superstructures for it. In addition to the regular one with the plastic throat mold, there will be one with thick pads for my chin and the back of my head, so that it can be adjusted to stretch my spine! There's also going to be one with a forehead band instead of a chin pad, so that I can eat and use my mouth while my spine is being stretched. And they are going to fit it with a padlock, so that only the keyholder can let me out!" With that she grinned, leaned over and kissed the bridge of my nose. "They are also going to fit me with some leg braces, ones that can be attached to the Milwaukee brace if I want. The bottom of the braces will have shoe inserts, instead of being attached to one pair of shoes, so that I can wear them with any shoes I want. I am also going to get a plastic body jacket, with a removable section of rmy head and neck, and another for my legs. It'll be like the cast you're in now, but it will be modular, and removable." She smiled broadly. "I'm so happy, there's only one thing that could make me any happier." With that, she called to Mrs. Davis.

The anesthesiologist came back into the room, still gowned and gloved, carrying a small basin with a towel over it. Christy got up from the bed, and stood over to one side. "You may not like this, and I told Mrs. Davis you probably wouldn't, but she reminded me that you freely accepted the postion you are in, and will be in for the next five days, and are allowing me to do with you as I will." With that she turned to Mrs. Davis.

Removing the towel from over my crotch, Mrs. Davis also removed the padding from my penis. Having seen Christy in her current state, I was, at the moment, semi-erect. Mrs. Davis worked the bed controls, laying me back into a supine position from the semi-reclined pose I had been in for two days. I could no longer see what was being done, but within a moment I felt something cold and slippery being spread around my anus. I started to panic, wondering what was going to happen, but knowing I was unable to do anything about it. Just them, something large was inserted into my rectum. It hurt as it stretched me, but it must have narrowed down, for the pain quickly subsided. I suddenly had the feeling of being somewhat constipated, though I knew nothing solid was going through my body. The bed was raised again, and Mrs. Davis was holding a small box with a couple of dials and lights on it. Wires snaked from the box to between my legs,

"This is something that Mrs. Rogers and I have developed", she stated. "There is an inflatable vibrator inside your rectum, and is pressing against your prostrate. As you know, the prostrate controls male sexual function. We have discovered how to control that function for our own uses." With that, she twisted a dial on the box, and the vibrator started inflating. Just as it seemed my ass was going to explode, it stopped. Mrs. Davis twisted the other dial, and the vibrator started dancing against my innards. Almost immediately I gained a full erection. Smiling, Mrs. Davis put the control box down, and using her gloved hands, coated my penis with a slippery lubricant. She then helped Christy to climb up on a stool, and then sit down on the bed, straddling me. My cock immediately found its way in. Mrs. Davis then made an adjustment on my respirator, and once again the world started spinning. As Christy rode me, she climaxed again and again, and I could only lay there, being used like a toy. After an hour, Mrs. Davis returned, and with Christy still rocking back and forth on my shaft, made an adjustment to the control box. The vibrator inside me deflated a little, and I suddenly exploded in an orgasm that must have lasted three minutes. Seeing my eyes roll back, Mrs. Davis made another adjustment on my respirator, and once again darkness enveloped me.