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Medical Tables

To a lot of us in the medical fetish world, and even the BDSM world in general, there is a great appreciation for medical tables for oh so many reasons. I think the medical appeal to the medical fetishist is obvious. To the average kinkster, bondage fan, etc… I think they offer a way to get a patient or sub restrained in a way that can be incredibly restrictive and comfortable for extended periods of time. I’m not sure how many of you have ever done much with long-term restraint but for me it’s something that’s only feasibly if I, as the patient, am comfortable otherwise it’s a losing battle. I’ve gotten together some of my favorite medical tables and wanted to share why I think they would be perfect. As always I am looking for some great feedback from all of my friends and readers.

    This has always been one of my favorites. The fact that it has the large basin and drain attached means it is perfect for those of us interested in enemas and douching. It’s got an adjustable back which I feel is essential for finding the right spot for the patient to be reclined as though they’re not putting too much pressure on any one area of the body. The stirrups I have always felt help the long-term restraint by taking pressure off of the lower back and, when positioned properly, letting all pressure be taken off of the hips and muscles of the hips. That’s just an opinion though and I’d be interested in hearing your thoughts on the pros and cons of stirrups. As for the arm boards… ultimate mobility with some heavy, heavy restraint options. You simple put the patient where everything feels comfortable to them, lock it down, and they are now stuck in that position that they chose.

My next pick is one that I think handles the patient comfort aspect in a little different direction. With a table like this there are so many choices of positioning. When the patient begins to tire they are able to be adjusted and moved so many different ways that it can be done without ever letting the patient out of the restraints. And mobility would only be granted at the doctor or nurses push of a button on the remote control.

I’ve often thought that birthing chairs must be the ultimate in comfort. They seem to be so adjustable. The fact that when a birthing mother is placed in the chair, she could be there for a long period of time leads me to believe that they must be padded very well. Again, the knee crutches here are one of the key aspects.

If the patient isn’t going to need to be in a laying down position and is simple going to spend a long time in restraints I’ve always thought a dental chair could serve that purpose. We all know how adjustable they are from our own dental experiences. And let’s face it… once they adjust the headrest properly it can be pretty damn comfortable. I’m undecided on if it needs straps or chain-based restraints like in this photo. I could see how the chains would allow the patient to have a little more flexibility yet still being heavily restrained. Since immobility is more difficult as stiffness sets into the muscles and joints then a system like this may give the patient just enough movement to help prolong the experience.

And last but not least you need a good way to transport your patient to and from the patient’s room to the surgical and treatment facilitates. The best way to handle that is with a good standard gurney. They’ve got attachment points all over for nice heavy leather restraints, they usually have sides that can be raised and lower… and when they’re raised they do give a nice “cage effect” when you’re lying flat on them. Restraints are key here and I do feel they should be leather, nylon, etc… as total immobilization must be the goal. Keeping the patient unable to thrash about is all about safety as they’ll be moving through the facility typically while being on the gurney.

April 16, 2011 Posted by | Fetish | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 3 Comments

My Very First Attempt at Writing a Fetish Story (Circa 1996)

Kelly, a sexually depraved young woman, is told by a friend about a wonderful friend she has met that is a practicing doctor. She gets his number and eventually gets around to calling him. Kelly shows up at Doug’s house, knowing that he is a lover of role-playing, and they proceed to get to know each other. After talking they decide to go ahead and engage in the activities. They go down the stairs to Doug’s basement/dungeon. Doug likes to seduce his partners with an environment of a medical examination. It is set up just like a doctor’s office. A cold, drab, scary place that is sure to turn on anyone. Doug tells Kelly to go behind the curtain and change into the gown that is laid on the table. Frightened, she walks behind the curtain, where there are various outfits ranging from simple surgical scrubs all the way to full latex catsuits. Doug preferred latex for the outfits they used due to it impervious nature. She strips down to her bare body, almost freezing because of the room and places the paper gown on her body. She comes back out into the main room where she is told to lay down on the examination table. The examination table sits right next to a very odd looking chair that Kelly is sure he uses for the same purposes. Doug, now dressed in a very professional looking lab coat, starts a full exam of every inch of her body. She can tell he has some sort of oil on his hands. It is warm and it relaxes Kelly almost to the point unconsciousness. He contuse to rub down her whole body, paying particular attention to her breasts, feeling every inch, touching it sensually, arousing both himself and Kelly. After a full examination of the front of her body, Kelly is told to turn over. She fears to ask what the doctor is going to do in case he may decide to stop. He once again rubs down every inch of her body to the point where she is relaxed totally. Even though she is in such a vulnerable position, she had never felt this way before. Reluctantly, she turns over and closes her eyes as so she is not aware of what is going on. The last thing she saw was Doug walking over to a large cabinet and some other drawers. She hears the “doctor” putting on a pair of latex rubber gloves. The snap of the rubber made her cringe. Then she felt the cold sensation of Vaseline being applied all around and in her anal area. She felt so odd and helpless here, but this is exactly what she wanted. He takes her temperature with a standard rectal thermometer just to check her reaction to having a foreign object in her rear. He place sit in almost to the point where he would have trouble removing the probe. He waits a few minutes. He finishes with the temperature after observing that it does not bother her to any high degree. He removes the thermometer and returns it to the cabinet, giving Kelly time to relax. Doug tells Kelly that he is going to give her an enema and not to worry about anything because even if she didn’t enjoy it, it would do her no harm. He removes the necessary equipment from the cabinet and chooses a small bardex nozzle so as not to frighten her and so she will have no trouble holding the solution. Kelly once again feels the sensation of the cold Vaseline being rubbed around her anal area. She takes a couple of deep breaths to prepare for the nozzle being inserted. The nozzle is then gently placed in her anus as she breaths out preparing for the rush. Just as she has accepted the feeling in her mind of what it is going to be like, Doug places the nozzle in fully and stops to let her rest. Then, the clamp is opened and the solution begins to slowly rush into her body. She has never had an enema before. And even though it’s a new experience, it pleases her to a great degree. It is such an embarrassing moment for her to feel this way, but she is always submissive at first. She like sot see for far her partner will go before she reverses roles. the enema is finished after a few minutes, but what seems like hours to Kelly, and Doug carefully inflates the bulb on the nozzle. This makes the are seal off so that there is no risk of letting the enema go. He lets her lay on the table for about 20 minutes to let the enemas take effect. He then removes the nozzle. He places his gloved finger into her anus to make sure none of the solution comes out. He also feels around slightly in the anus stimulating both of them even farther. Kelly has the sudden urge to run to the bathroom, but she is convinced by Doug to let the solution take effect. Also, she has almost no energy left because of the effect the enema had on her body. “GO behind the curtain and change out of the gown and into the catsuit on the table”, she is told by the obviously stimulated doctor. He removed his finger from her anus realizing that the enema is no longer in danger of being prematurely released. Kelly sits up on the table and slowly works for way to her feet. She’s not exactly sure what to do because she knows she will not be able to hold in the enema very much longer. Still, she decided to go along with everything and place the catsuit on. It is a clear latex catsuit that covers every inch of her body all the up to the top of her neck. As she slides into the catsuit, she can feel her whole body tense up. This is always what she had imagined. Wearing a second skin was just what she wanted right now. Since it was clear, she could see very inch of her now trembling body. the catsuit has built in gloves and boots so that it will cover completely. She zips up the back of the suit and walks around to the front of the curtain. Doug yells through a door and tells her to come into the other room. The other room is set up like a hospital operating room, so clean, so sterile. Every piece of equipment you could imagine was there. Kelly walks into the room where she notices Doug is dressed in full surgical attire, with a fresh pair of latex gloves. She once again sits down on the table. He walks over and places various devices to monitor different things such as blood pressure, heart rate, pulse, and various other items. The thought of what was going on made her lose control of her rectum and bladder. The warm feeling of liquids in the suit was a comforting one. She is now very frightened to all of the endless possibilities than might occur, but she is too caught up in the fact that she let go of the enema in the suit that she had no idea how long she would be forced to wear. She has no idea how long she will be stuck in the suit and she is embarrassed by the fact that she used the bathroom in it. TH whole time, she keeps defecating in the suit. she is laid down on the table where she is strapped down on every area of her body which in turn ceases all movement. First a strap is placed across her chest, then across her waist, then around her thighs so that her legs will still be spread apart. Her lower legs are then strapped so she has no lower body movement. A cervical collar is placed on her neck so that she cannot bend her neck. But this wasn’t good enough for Doug. He then continued and placed a strap across her forehead. She is now totally immobile. she is terrified and starting to question what is going on. But Doug just tells her not to worry about anything as he places an oxygen mask over her face. This was a little to strange for her. What was the point of oxygen? Meanwhile Kelly has gone to the bathroom again into the catsuit that is sealed all the way to her neck. She can feel the liquid running down her back and her legs. This, for some reason that she cannot grasp, stimulates her greatly. The idea of being sealed in a suit with her own excretions is too much for her to handle and she in turns achieves an orgasm. Doug starts to feel her body again, every inch that he can handle! the latex gloves slide wonderfully up and down her latex covered body. He is still in his surgical gown, cap, and mask. she is very frightened by the fact that is face is not visible to her. It just makes her uneasy. He then places a vacuum pump on an attachment on the suit and begins to remove all the air from the suit. This also removes the enema solution that is lying in the suit. The vacuum pump is left running as he unstraps her from the table. As he unstraps her he turns her over and unzips the suit and gives her another enema. He then places what looks like a plastic sleeping bag on the table. It is an inflatable body bag. He places her in the body bag and begins to seal it up. Then, darkness! She cannot see a thing. Just a small mask still on her face so that she can breathe. She then starts to feel the bag inflate! It’s get’s tighter and tighter to the point where she can now not move. She again releases the enema in the vacuumed catsuit. She falls asleep and wakes up shortly after. As she comes to, she is once again, strapped down to the table. As the oxygen she is breathing is removed, she presumes the session is over. She relaxes for a few minutes before Doug returns and tightens the straps holding her to the table. then, Doug places another mask over her nose and mouth. She is given a very mild amount of anesthesia, which because of her already weakened state, she eventually falls asleep. She soon wakes to find Doug sitting on the very table she was just strapped to. Except now, he is wearing the catsuit, full of her remnants of the enema and the fluids that have been secreted from her clit. He too is intrigued by the fecal matter touching his body. He already has an enema placed in his anus, ready for Kelly to release. Since every inch of his body is now covered by latex, the suit is airtight. But they can see inside of the suit Kelly was dressed in the surgical attire while she was asleep. But under it, she is wearing another latex suit that still covers every inch of her body. She is now the one that gets to do the operating. She decides to perform the same type of procedure with him. She straps him down to the table violently. It almost hurts him because of the tightness of the straps. He tells her what to do with all the equipment that he just used to play with her. the feeling makes him loose all function of his bladder and he urinates in his suit. He tells Kelly that he can no longer stand the enema nozzle in his anus and to release the solution. Because of the height of the bag, the solution is sent rushing into his body. It immediately starts to take effect and he feels the need to release it. She then opens the crotch of the catsuit and places a vibrator sleeve on his cock, and then seals the suit once again. the vibrator is turned on and just as he falls asleep, he has the best orgasm of his life. While he is asleep, she decides that it is time for her to leave. She doesn’t even take the catsuit off, she just leaves it on and places her clothes over top of it. However, before leaving she gives Doug another enema and another right after it. He’s holding two enemas now and the pain is just too intense to hold. He stomach is bulged out to the point that he looks pregnant./

April 22, 2010 Posted by | Fetish | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

When Medical Fetish and Medical Reality Collide

So many of us that have such a deep interest in the medical world seem to have moments in their lives where the fetish and reality of medicine collide. For most of us maybe that’s the yearly trip to the doctor, or the semi-annual trip to the dentist. For others it’s something more involved and deep. The point is that I think we all go through moments where we have to draw a line between the two more than we normally would just to be able to navigate a difficult situation. This particular instance is happening with me today and involves a surgery my mother is undergoing at the moment.

Now, it’s a routine thing it seems like and the outcomes are expected to be great. But, you still have that generic fear of the unknown. She’s have a lumbar laminectomy, and I’m about 99% certain that I didn’t spell that correctly. Basically they are going to fix a very small amount of spinal stenosis in her spinal column that causes some constant pain in the back and hips and legs. From the clinician point-of-view it’s a 2 hour procedure, with 2 hours in the recovery room after, and then she’ll be admitted until the next day. After that she’s home and on “light duty” for about a month. She’s allowed to drive early next week and she’s allowed to navigate steps and such as soon as she feels comfortable enough to do so. Basically it’s one of those surgeries where everything post-op seems to be very calm and collected and simple to deal with.

The problem comes in when we all start to think about all of the pieces in medical fetish we hold near and dear to our hearts. As you imagine the anesthesia, the prep, the post-op, the recovery these are all things you tend to be familiar with in the research we’ve done and the information we share with others. So, the process itself isn’t daunting. It’s just that unknown fear of something in the back of your mind that makes your stomach all uncomfortable and your heart race with unknown stress. It’s at that moment when you see the beautiful nurse walking by in her blue scrubs and blue bouffant, neatly holding her long hair in place, that you have to remind yourself that you’re here for someone else and not just for your own “viewing pleasure” for lack of a better term.

I don’t want this blog to be a rant on being able to draw lines or even as one against the negative sides to the healthcare industry. Those of you who know me know that I spend a very big portion of my business life working in healthcare and see the good and bad sides. So if it was to be a rant about that, I could go on and on about all the things I think we could do to fix the system. Instead, I want to share this with you all as a journey to understand the inter working parts and pieces of the mind of someone like myself and how I draw the lines, etc… I, as always, would appreciate any possible feedback you could give.

The alarm starts ringing at 430 AM. I know I’ve got to get to my parent’s house by 6 to be able to get my mom to the hospital by 645. I assumed I would do my normal morning routine which consists of me hitting the snooze button 2 or 3 times so that I can gradually wake up over the next 30 minutes. Not today though, my mind is racing and my stomach feeling like there are things floating around in there. It quickly awakens me and I waste some time watching some cheesy movie on TV. I head into the bathroom as usual and take care of all of that… about 45 minutes later I’m in the car and headed down the road to my parent’s house. I am really not worried about anything specific that may happen to her. I am just worried about the situation in general. It’s more or less like some primal fear that humans have… being afraid of being afraid.

645 and we pull into the valet line at the hospital. Yes, valet parking… sooooooo handy when you own an enormous SUV that can have a hell of a time fitting into downtown Pittsburgh parking lots that weren’t built in the last 10-15 years. I will give this place credit that they do have the check-in process very streamlined. We head directly to the floor where they do all of the staging for ambulatory patients and within just a few moments we’re off to the waiting room. They call her name to head to the nurse’s station to get her room assignment for all of the pre-op. I’m told to check at the reception desk automatically in 15-20 minutes and they will send me back to see her. So far so good. I arrive in her room and am pleased to see that her surgeon’s assistant is already with her doing a preliminary exam before the surgery and asking all of those annoying medical questions. I swear they seem more like a social agenda than they do medically relevant. Was waiting for just one more person to ask her if she can get around on her own (she walked into the hospital) and who was taking her home since she was unaccompanied. That one was interesting since I was sitting there in the room and she had identified me as her son. But, alas, I agreed not to turn this into a rant.

Next thing we know they are sending someone in to do the next round of checks. Another nurse with another set of records and yet the same questions she’s been asked before. Now, I will rant just a tiny bit as this woman had absolutely ZERO patience for any humor and really no bedside manner at all. She didn’t identify herself, she didn’t say why she was asking all of the same questions again. The funny part begins when she starts going over the medication list. She’s reading the names off of her pretty white sheet in her nifty little organized binder that she’s got and I am starting to wonder if she’s even literate. My mom tells her, repeatedly, that everything she takes, other than one specific drug, is all taken in the evening at around 8 o’clock and that she DID take them all yesterday. Nope, didn’t matter, this woman kept asking and didn’t even pause when my mother and I were pointing out the absurdity. So, not taking done, god only knows what vault of endless paper it’s going into, and they literally run me out of the room to get her down to the OR. So yes, I was a little ticked off at that. This idiot probably was sitting at the desk eating her Splenda bulger wheat bran muffin (I’m guessing she seems so cold because she’s constipated) and drinking her triple venti, half-and-half, soy latte instead of making her morning rounds to get everyone checked in and moving. I definitely do not have patience for people that do not do their jobs at the speed and efficiency at which I feel I do my own.

It’s about 8 o’clock and I’ve worked my way back to the reception desk where they tell me what the procedure is. I need to be in their waiting room to make sure that I get the call from the doctor when he calls to say how the surgery went. Really? A call? A phone call? This jackass is cutting someone open and then doesn’t even have the decency to come talk to their family when he’s done? OK, no problem right? I’ve got my laptop and a book with me so I look in the waiting room… and yep, it’s filled, with all of the people that brought their extended families with them to wait for their particular family member. So why not head down to the cafeteria to get some coffee. They said I could do that within the first hour so hey, why not.

The world runs on Dunkin’ Doughnuts coffee. That’s what John Goodman tells us on their television and radio commercials. Well, if it runs on their coffee then I can say we have a world full of people out there who don’t know what coffee is. It was black, and it had a slight coffee flavor to it but, with the temperature that would be generated only by the big bang, it was less than appetizing. I pick up my book and start to read hoping to pass the time. Now, common sense will tell you that I am enjoying myself sitting there watching all of the lovely women in medical attire walking by. And that would be a correct assumption. Though, I am at that point where it feels just slightly odd as a positive feeling since I’m sitting here waiting for my mom (who’s clearly my best friend) in surgery.

I wrote this a few weeks ago and never got the chance to finish it. I decided not to finish it since then just because it would defeat the purpose of capturing the feeling at the time. I did just want to make the point though that a lot of the inexperienced folks out there think that medical fetish is as simple as “getting off” by visiting the doctor. That’s just not it at all… and I hope this blog helped some people see that we tend to draw a very clean line between the two.

September 24, 2009 Posted by | Fetish, Life | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 3 Comments

The Visit (Written by me in 1997)

Don Hall was a young man, about twenty years old. He’s a very successful student and a very active guy. He’s always had friends, but never any real close ones. And he’s never had any close relations especially with women. He really hasn’t been feeling too well lately so he decides to go and see the doctor to get a checkup. He’s still new to this new college town so he is not familiar with any of the physicians. Especially the one he chose to see—Dr. Malone.

After sitting in the waiting room for some time, the receptionist decides to get him to do all the paper work that needs to be done. This is exactly the kind of crap Don hates to deal with. Just bureaucratic bullshit! He hates this crap and begins to feel even more uptight about seeing Dr. Malone. A large nurse, wearing a greenish shirt and matching pants steps through the doorway. “Don Hall please.” With little hesitation, Don gets up and walks to the door. “Come with me please.” Don follows. She leads him down a long hallway to an exam room that is unoccupied. “Have a seat and the doctor will be with you shortly.” “Okay, thanks”, Don utters softly.

As expected he is looking all around the room. Obviously wondering what is behind every cabinet and in every drawer. Then there is a knock at the door and in walks a beautiful woman. “Damn it, another nurse”, he thinks. “Hi, I’m Dr. Malone.” Don was expecting an older man, but not this goddess of a woman. She was very tall. Taller than Don by a few inches. She had long, light brown hair, incredible breasts, and the perfect body size. “What seems to be the problem?”, she asked. “Well, I just haven’t been feeling right lately. I’ve been kind of down about things and real irritable lately. And physically I haven’t been feeling the greatest either.” “How long have you been feeling like this?” “Probably about a month or so now.” “Okay then, let’s see what’s going on.” She takes his blood pressure and pulse and is clearly not pleased with the results. She then takes his temperature in his mouth and notes all the results on his chart. “Well, I’ve got good and bad news for you. What first?” “The bad I guess”, he says reluctantly. “I’m afraid that we’re going to have to check you in to the hospital for some tests.” “And the good news is that you’re kidding right?”, Don says with a little uncertainty in his voice. “No, the good news is that I am almost sure that I can treat you.” But I can’t…” “Yes you can. I am calling to make the necessary arrangements. When you leave here I would like you to go over there and get all checked in.” “Well, if I have to then I will, but what is wrong?” “Don’t worry about it. It’s nothing too serious. We’ll get it all worked out.”

Don leaves the office and is really worrying that something is terribly wrong. He is almost sick to his stomach when he arrives at the hospital. After doing all the paper work and other crap at the registration desk, he is told to go and have a seat in the waiting room. He’s got his head buried in a magazine when he hears a voice in the doorway. “Donald Hall.” “Yes?” “Come with me please. We’re going to get you up to your room and get you settled. Dr. Malone will be in later this afternoon.” She takes him to a room on the very top floor of the hospital. He is puzzled by the fact that this wing of the hospital is almost empty. The rest of the wing is just filled with a bunch of closed doors. “Here you go. Just change into he gown on the bed and you can put all your personal belongings in the cabinet next to the bed. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He still has no clue about what is going on as he changes into the gown. Still very unsure and uptight about the situation, he sits on the bed and tries to calm down.

This time a different nurse comes in and tells Don to just relax and get comfortable until the doctor arrives. “What section of the hospital is this?” The nurse slowly replies, “These are all Dr. Malone’s patients.” “what do you mean?” “Please just lay back and relax.” She then hurries out the door.

Dr. Malone finally shows up about an hour later. “How are you feeling Don?” “Well, fine I guess but I really want to know what’s going on!” “Don’t worry about it. We’ll take great care of you here. We’re going to get you down into an exam room and run some tests.” Another nurse walks into the room. “This is Nurse Kelly. She’ll be assisting me today.” Two orderlies come in pushing a gurney. “Go ahead and slide over here and we’ll get you down to your room.” The two men help Don over onto the gurney and they begin to roll him down the hall. As they get to the exam room they then help him up onto the exam table. “Just sit tight and someone will be right with you.”

Nurse Kelly walks into the room by herself. She is wearing a long, green, surgical-type gown and a cap that covers all her long brown hair. Around her neck is a mask loosely tied around it. As she walks in another nurse, also totally covered by gown, cap, and mask, walks in pushing a very large cart that is covered with a few drapes. Hiding whatever is on it from sight. “You can leave now Nurse, the Dr. And I can handle this one.” The other nurse then quickly leaves the room. She walks over to where Don is sitting on the table and unties the back of his gown. “What is that for?” “Please just cooperate with me.” “Please let me leave it on.” “It has to come off and if you’re not going to cooperate with me, I’ll make sure it comes off and stays off!” Slowly Don starts to pull the gown off and notices that Kelly is now tying her mask up over her nose and mouth. He then hears a snap and notices that she also has put on a pair of latex gloves. As she walks back to the table she starts massaging every inch of his body to get him to try to relax. The feeling of her gloved hands starts to give him a slight erection. “Roll over please.” “Excuse me?” “Roll over onto your front side please,” she says sternly. She then gets a tube of lubricant from he cart and squeezes some onto her gloved finger. She starts to rub it all over his anus and then shoves her fingers up inside as far as they can go. She then grabs a thermometer from the cart and works it slowly into place. Don has no clue what to think so he just lays there very still and very quiet. She removes the thermometer after a few minutes, just as Dr. Malone walks in. She is also totally covered. The only way Don knows who it is was because of her great height. “Temperature looks normal but there were some severe blockages that I could feel. What would you like to do?” Colonic irrigation would seem to be the trick.” “I agree.” “Have you ever had an enema Don?” “A what!”, as he looks over at the two of them. “What for?” “It’s just part of the treatment I have ordered.” “I refuse to stay here any longer!” “Okay then. Just please relax and we’ll talk about what we’re going to do.” The doctor casually nods to the nurse and she quietly prepares a syringe with a light sedative in it. Dr. Malone and Don are trying to work out their differences to each other when he feels a prick in his arm. “Relax Mr. Hall. This will take affect very quickly.” He jumps off of the table and tries to run for the door but the drug is already starting to take affect. He collapses to the floor.

When he wakes up, he is back on the exam table. This time he is strapped down very tightly. He has a cervical collar around his neck and a strap across his forehead. Also there is one across his chest, one across his waist, one around each thigh and one around each ankle. There were also restraints around his wrist. He absolutely couldn’t move. They also had placed a breathing mask over his nose and mouth. After they had him in place, they placed a large double bardex nozzle in his ass and had all the vacuum lines in place for the colonic. “You wouldn’t do it the easy way, so now you’ll have to do it our way. Just relax and the treatment will be over real soon.” Since Don is fighting against the restraints, the doctor tells Nurse Kelly to turn on some laughing gas. The gas won’t knock him out but we’ll make him space out to what is going on. He has no choice but to just accept the enema. After about 4 quarts have been pumped into him, he obviously looks like he is pregnant from all the water. It is now time to remove the solution. The water is very soapy so he is starting to crap very seriously.

“We’re gonna be done here in just a few more minutes.” She then inserts a very large suppository in his ass and places him in a diaper. She removes the mask from his face and says, “We’ll see you in the morning”. The nurse then injects him with another strong sedative. As he is drifting off to sleep, the orderlies are putting him back on the gurney.

He wakes up many hours later this time on what he thinks is an operating room table. He is still tied down but the restraints have been loosened. The Doctor and Nurse walk in followed by a few more nurses. All of them are wearing clear latex suits under their gowns. They are so shiny and you can see through the parts that are not covered by the gowns. “How are you feeling?” Don does not know how to answer. One of the nurses comes over and starts to put an IV in his arm. They then take his arms and strap them down to the armboards to the sides of the table. As this is happening, two other nurses are putting his feet up in the stirrups and pulling his knees almost up to his chest. His legs are then strapped down again. Some more tubes are once again placed in his ass but he is helpless to fight it. They place a mask over his face again as they re hooking him up to different heart monitors and such. He cannot see the nurses faces because they are all covered by their masks. He is totally naked on the table, not even a blanket covering him. One of the nurse leans over him from the top and places a cold stethoscope on his chest. Another takes his blood pressure. “Nice just relax, and this will be over very shortly.” The nurses then injects something into his IV, and he feels himself slowly falling asleep. When he wakes up he is in the same room, but now he is clothed. Only by a diaper. The nurse have put him in a diaper and have left him on the table. Then, he hears the doors open. The nurse are walking in again, still fully covered. One walks over and rips off his diaper. The other injects him with a very light sedative just enough to make him a little drowsy, but still conscious. Then, they start playing with his cock. Rubbing it up and down and squeezing it. Don is helpless to fight back! One nurse, slowly climbs on top of him, and begins to violently rape him. He tries to yell out, but no one can hear him. Finally, all eight of the nurses have taken their turn on top of him. Just as they are finished, he is knocked out again.

When Don comes to, he is lying in a hospital bed back in his room. “Hello sleepy head.” Dr. Malone has returned. We can’t seem to find anything wrong with you. But if you could come back next weekend, we will need to run some more tests.,

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