Remembering the sternness in Doctor Mills’ voice, I arrived at the hospital at six-forty. Walking into the front door, I nervously took a seat in the waiting room, not at all sure I was doing the right thing. I was about to be thrust into a situation which I had long dreamed of, yet something told me it was not to be what I expected.
At precisely 7 o’clock, Doctor Mills entered the waiting room, followed by a red-headed nurse pushing a wheelchair. Doctor Mills said she was pleased I was on time, and instructed me to sit in the chair. The nurse, whose name tag read "Nora", then placed a belt around my chest, under my arms, and buckled it behind the chair. I was assured it was so I wouldn’t fall out.
I was wheeled down long hallways, mostly dark, with many, untitled doors on the walls. I was finally rolled into a room that looked almost like an operating room, except for the table – it was short, with large, padded troughs for the legs. When we stopped, the belt around my chest was unfastened, and I was told to stand up and undress. I waited for a moment, thinking Doctor Mills and Nurse Nora would leave the room, but they just stared at me impatiently. Not wanting to incur the doctor’s wrath, I proceeded to remove my clothing. Stripping to my underpants, I turned to the Doctor, who simply stated, "Everything". The underpants were doffed as well, and I found myself standing in the middle of the room, the cool air giving me goosebumps. The Doctor then directed me to the table, and I climbed up on it.
Nurse Nora spun me around onto my back, and deftly lifted each of my legs into the padded troughs. The padding was then wrapped over the top of my legs, and several straps secured each leg in place. Similarly, long, padded splints were applied to each forearm, and straps attached to these were fastened to the side of the table. Next, a soft collar was wrapped around my neck, then a full-face anesthesia mask was strapped to my face. The air emanating from it was cool and smelled somewhat sweet. Immediately my head felt light. I was surprised when next I was given an injection in my hip, and almost immediately I felt weak. Doctor Mills explained that I would tolerate my admission to the hospital easier if somewhat sedated.
The Doctor and Nurse Nora then removed some heavy rubber clothing from a cabinet and helped each other put them on. When they were finished, they looked like they were ready for rubber surgery, which wasn’t far from the truth. Setting up several pieces of equipment near the bottom of the table, Doctor Mills told Nurse Nora to begin the preparations. Apparently they began with some kind of cold, creamy substance being slathered all over my groin, and even up between my ass cheeks. Doctor Mills explained that this was a depilatory, and that it would remove all trace of hair from my lower area for several weeks. After letting it set for several minutes, Nurse Nora produced a hose and rinsed off the substance. Nurse Mills then produced a long length of hose, on the end of which was an inflatable nozzle. I recognized what it was, and took a deep breath as the nozzle was inserted into my rectum, and inflated to hold it into place. The enema seemed to take forever to finish, and for a while I thought I was going to explode. When it was finally removed, it seemed to take an hour for me to expel all the liquid. This procedure was then repeated two more times.
Satisfied that I was now clean and ready to start, Doctor Mills moved a chair up to the end of the table, and preceded to give my abdominal area and genitals a thorough manual examination. This included putting on a glove, applying lubricant and inserting it into my anus, feeling around my rectum and messaging my prostrate. After withdrawing her fingers, Doctor Mills retrieved a rectal dilator from one of the carts, lubricated it, and inserted it into me. After making sure it was firmly seated, she began expanding the jaws, opening my anus up. As she expanded it, it began getting uncomfortable, becoming unbearable about the time she stopped. She made some comments, which Nurse Nora dutifully wrote down on my chart. The dilator was then closed, and removed.
Next, my testicles were closely examined, and at one point the Doctor wrapped two fingers around them and pulled them, stretching my scrotum. Again, she commented to Nurse Nora, who scribbled something on my chart. The Doctor then proceeded to examine my penis, tugging at the glans, and opening the peehole as wide as she could with her fingers. Reaching back to the cart, she returned with a stainless steel sound, which was lubricated and then inserted into my urethra. It was removed, and a slightly larger sound was greased up and inserted. This was done four more times, the last stretching my urethra to the point I grunted in discomfort. The sound was removed, and the Doctor dictated more notes to Nurse Nora.
The Doctor then stood up, and walked to the head of the table. Looking down at me, she explained that they were now going to prepare me for my treatment. I was going to fall asleep, and when I awoke I would be unable to speak, for there was going to be a breathing tube down my throat, and a feeding tube in my nose. Suddenly remembering Nurse Lori, I started to say something, but the smell of the gas in my mask changed, my ears started ringing, and the world went dark ….
I awoke in pretty much the same position as when I fell asleep, flat on my back with my legs in the air. I noted, however, that when I opened my eyes, I was staring at an almost-familiar figure. Looking down, I realized I was looking at a reflected image of myself, though at first I didn’t recognize it. My head was encased in a heavy latex helmet that seemed to be one solid piece. A large tube entered where the mouth was, and I suddenly realized I felt this tube pressing my tongue down, and tickling the back of my throat. Where the nostrils were supposed to be was not one, but two tubes, and I felt them inside my nose as well, and against the back of my sinuses. All three tubes snaked across to the side of the bed, and rhythmic sounds occurred in harmony with my breathing. I was on a respirator.
The helmet ended just above my collarbone. I saw no zipper or lacings, just a smooth, round helmet covering my head. Looking at it, I suddenly realized my hair was gone – apparently it too had been removed. My newly bald cranium was gently squeezed by the taut latex.
I looked down, and noted that both of my arms were in casts now up to the elbow, with the hands formed into fists around something wonderfully soft and cushiony. I apparently would not need the used of my fingers or thumbs for the time being. Three loops were formed into the casts by the very fiberglass tape the casts were made of , and straps passed through these loops secured my arms to the bed.
My lowers legs were similarly in casts, also with loops formed into them, and these were suspended in padded slings which not only kept my legs above the bed, but spread apart as well. I had an unobstructed view of my bare, hairless genital area.
As I was taking this all in, I heard someone entering the room, and Doctor Mills and Nurse Nora walked into view, along with another nurse, one with shoulder-length brown hair. Her name tag read "Marge". Doctor Mills told me it had been three hours since I’d been put to sleep, and that I’d endured the "induction" well, and that now it was time to start my treatment. With that, the two nurses walked to a cart beside one wall, and returned with a large harness, which was slipped over my hips and fastened. Heavily-padded straps were pressed into my waist above my pelvis, and tightened to stay there. The harness ended in two heavy straps with rings on the ends, and to these were attached ropes, threaded through pulleys at the end of the bed. Weight holders were attached to the ends of the ropes, and weights applied. Similarly, a heavy leather head halter was retrieved from the cart and fixed under my chin and behind my head. A strap was also passed across my forehead and tightened into place. A spreader bar connected the head halter to a rope, which went through a pulley at the head of the bed, and weights were attached. As it pulled on my chin, I realized a bite block was holding by mouth open against the force of the traction – I wouldn’t have to worry about my mouth being pulled shut and pinching off my breathing tube.
I then received another shot in my hip – powerful muscle relaxants, the Doctor told me, to maximize the effect of the traction. And sure enough, almost instantly I felt myself go loose (again), my muscles no longer fighting the stretching of the spinal traction I was in.
The Doctor then explained that I was to received additional ‘treatment’ in conjunction with my traction. It seems, she explained, that my anus was highly constricted, which caused severe constipation. Likewise, my urethra was somewhat undersized, and could lead to urine retention and bladder infection. I was therefore going to undergo a regimen of anal and urethral dilation concurrent with my spinal traction. As she said that, Nurse Nora approached the bed with a towel-covered tray, and handed it to Doctor Mills. Uncovering the tray, I was shown a catheter kit and a large, inflatable rectal plug. I was helpless to stop her as the Doctor slowly prepared the catheter, then used a syringe (sans needle, thank goodness) to inject lubricant into my urethra. Once the syringe was empty, the catheter was presented to the end of my penis and slowly, extremely slowly, inserted. It seemed to take 10 minutes for the rounded tip of the catheter to finally press against my bladder’s sphincter, and several more just to make entry. Once it was in place, another syringe injected sterile water into the catheter to inflated the balloon on its end, and it was in place. A large collection bag was attached to the cath, and hung by the side of my bed, where I could watch in the mirror was my urine was drained from me. Finishing that, the Doctor proceeded to lubricate the rectal plug, and inserted it into my anus. Attaching a gauge to the inflation mechanism, she pumped it up to a predetermined value, then closed off the valve. The Doctor then explained that this mechanism would be checked every hour, and if the pressure dropped, it would be pumped back up again. As my anus was slowly stretched, the pressure would drop, and raising it back would ensure a steady, even stretching of the opening. The Doctor also explained that the catheter would be removed twice a day, and that every fifth removal would result in a change in size to the next larger gauge catheter. In addition, between changes I would be given treatments using the stainless steel sounds to help stretch my urethra open. If I behaved, the Doctor said, She might allow the nurses to masterbate me during these treatments, if I was progressing satisfactorily.
Nurse Marge walked up to the head of my bed then, and placed a pillow under my head and neck, fluffing it up to make it comfortable for me. It was just about time for my first nap in traction, the Doctor said, but first there was something else she wanted done to me. Not part of my ‘treatment’, just something she desired. With that, Nurse Nora produced another traction rope from the foot of the bed, threaded through a third pulley. As she pulled it up towards me, Doctor Mills brought forth a leather device, and, gathering up my testicles, snapped it in place on my scrotum. I recognized it as a "parachute", so-called because, when snapped in place, if formed a cone with three chains attached to its edges, all connecting to a single ring. It was used for stretching the scrotum. Indeed, as Doctor Mills snapped it into place around my balls, Nurse Nora attached the additional rope to the ring, and as she gently let go of the rope, weight pulled down on my nuts.
"Testicular Traction", Doctor Mills called it. An adjustment was made to the respirator, and I immediately fell asleep.
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