This story is about an American serviceman stationed in Germany who finds himself in a German hospital for recovery following a violent motorcycle accident. It fits with the "man in a body cast" genre who is at the mercy of the staff as well as visitors. After all, a man without use of his hands is like a dog who can't lick his balls. It is all here: vanilla, kink, enemas, CBT, femdom, LGBT, etc., so if anything in those domains offends you, move on. Also, it follows something of a SciFi theme with lots of pidgin German.
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A deep, aching pain was waking Jake and he did not know why. His mind, slowly coming out of a fog brought on by being in an induced coma for two weeks, was wakening. He started to open his eyes but had to squint from the bright light in the room coming from a huge expanse of curved windows making up the opposite wall from where he lay. As he tried to force his lids open, he realized that the pain was coming from his arms and legs. Becoming accustomed to the light he could see that he was in what appeared to be a hospital room and he was reclining in some sort of complex frame.
His lower legs were encased in shiny metal cylinders and his arms as well. The cylinders on his legs started just below his knees and ended at his feet, which were enclosed with only his toes peeking out from the ends. The cylinders encasing his arms were larger and hinged where his elbows were, but unlike his feet, his hands stuck out the ends.
The cylinders that encased his limbs were attached to what looked like articulated robotic arms that originated somewhere behind him. Spread out by the framework that he was encased in, his upper ams stretched up and apart, as if he was riding a roller coaster down a hill. Behind his back and butt he saw that he was resting on padded bolsters that were also held in place by robotic arms.
Then he heard a faint click and felt his body being moved slightly as motors made soft whirring sounds somewhere below and behind him. At that point he realized that he was locked into some sort of machine.
Then it came back...the party, the motorcycle, the bridge and the Polizei. The last thing he could remember was looking at the speedometer and seeing 80 MPH on the dial and the sudden appearance of the stone railing of the Maximiliansbrücke. Then the door into the room swooshed open and a woman appeared wearing a nurses uniform. When she saw that he was awake, she turned back into the hallway and he heard her say, "Der Leutnant ist wach."
It was then that he realized he was only wearing what appeared to be a tight-fitting diaper. When the nurse turned back into the room, he felt a hot flush of embarrassment as she smiled at him. Mustering what little dignity he could afford he croaked, "Welches Krankenhaus ist dieses, Verlust?"
"Ist OK Leutnant, I speak English," she replied. "This is the Florence Nightingale Nurses Training Hospital of Munich."
In spite of her heavy accent, her English was excellent. She was also a beautiful, busty blonde, as Aryan as they come. Her uniform was well-fitting and he could not keep his eyes off the bit of cleavage revealed by the fact that the last few buttons were undone at the top. This was not the frumpy scrubs that the female nurses wore in the Army hospitals. The bottom was a tight fitting skirt that barely cleared the bottom of her butt! To top it off, she wore a funny little starched hat making it look so textbook that he wondered if he hadn't gone back in time when he crashed through the bridge railing on his K75.
She knew he had to be thirsty and the inside of his mouth did feel like old leather. She held a glass up so he could drink. Jake sucked at the cool water so hard that much of it spilled down his chest.
"Take it easy, here, schauen Sie what you've done!"
She grabbed a towel from the nightstand and wiped his chest down to where the water had run to the edge of the diaper. As she leaned over him he could smell her perfume--something else you didn't get in the Army hospital. Now he was happy that he was wearing the diaper as he could feel a bit of stirring pressure down in his groin.
"Florence Nightingale?" he asked to take his mind off where her hands were.
"Yah, she actually trained as a nurse hier in Deutschland. Dis ist one of the best nursing schools in the world. We have notified your kommand as was requested of us, so they may want to move you to the post hospital."
"...and what is your name?" Jake asked, thinking that he would rather just stay where he was.
"I am Gerta, Gerta Shoenfeld. Your other nurse is Helga and the doctor who is attending you is Dr. Frederich."
Jake wondered if Helga was as gorgeous as Gerta. His mental picture of Dr. Frederich was that of a bearded and bespectacled Einstein or Freud-like character.
"Well, I see you are finally awake, Lieutenant!"
"Captain Broussard," Jake said as he recognized his CO. Instinctively, he tried to get up, but a sudden sharp pain in his limbs stopped him. "Yes ma'am!", he said apologetically.
"How are you feeling? Are you in much pain?"
"I am feeling pretty good considering the circumstances and, no ma'am, I am not in much pain. The ladies here are treating me very well."
"Wonderful news, I am very glad to hear that," she said as her voice changed from a cheery to an ominous tone, "Now I can get to the real issue. You are in a great deal of trouble and I hope you realize that."
"Yes ma'am," he replied weakly as Gerta slid quietly out the door, sensing the storm that was about to be unleashed.
"Your blood alcohol was well above 0.3 and the doctors were amazed that you were even alive after the crash. Apparently you broke bones in your arms and legs in twelve places, not to mention wrists and ankles. You are very lucky that the German EMS brought you to this hospital. It turns out that Dr. Frederich, the physician attending you, is an internationally known expert in fracture repair and post-accident trauma recovery. This bed that you are in...well, I guess it isn't much of a bed..."
Captain Broussard seemed to realize for the first time that her junior officer was pretty much naked except for a skimpy and somewhat form-fitting diaper. Add to that the way that he was being held spread out by the machine and she couldn't help but chortle: "You're wearing a diaper!"
"Ma'am," Jake said in a low, serious voice, "Am I going to be moved to the post hospital?"
Still smiling broadly at his predicament, she continued, "I was getting to that. This bed, or, or machine, is the invention of Dr. Frederich and we have been requested by the German authorities to keep you here until completely recovered. Not only do they want to observe your recovery, but they want to use you as a test case for the nursing students to practice on and apparently they also want to do some improvements to the machine with a live subject in place."
"Awww, no ma'am, I don't think I can do that."
"Well, as an American serviceman, you have the right to be moved to an American government facility now that the emergency is past. Of course, if you stay here, the Politzei have agreed to drop DUI charges against you and the battalion commander has agreed that you will not face courts martial if you cooperate with Dr. Frederich--in every way, of course."
She smiled, that "You are so screwed" smile that she saved for when she knew she had a guy by the balls. She was standing next to him now, staring him in the face with her hand resting casually on his upper thigh. She leaned in and said "I'll add that your little wild ride damaged a German national monument, the Mayor and Stadtrat are also willing to let you off given that the hospital will pay for the repairs."
"OK, OK, I'll stay here and do what they tell me."
"Good, now answer all the questions I am about to ask you."
She pulled a small recorder from her satchel and clicked it on. "This is Captain Abigail Broussard, Commanding Officer of Bravo Company, 4th Military Intelligence Battalion, 7th Brigade. Lieutenant, please state your name, rank and serial number."
