Traction Pt 03

Traction Part 3

by AgingAthlete

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. 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.

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As the day wore on, Jake drifted in and out of sleep, his dreams filled with images of soft hands and probing fingers. He awoke with a start when the door opened suddenly. This time it was Oberschwester Nietzsche, the gruff head nurse he had met the day before.

"Guten abend, Leutnant," she said briskly. "Ist time for your medication and some therapy."

Jake groaned inwardly, dreading what new indignities awaited him. The Oberschwester fed Jake his pills along with some water and then said "Dr. Friedrich hast told mich zu had der begegnen mit die jungen Damen, ya?" She laughed as she reached down and after a quick check that included a sack tickle, tore off his diaper.

"Zo, dis tag der junge Damen vill be examining your...how do you say it...Prostata...prostate...so a gut cleaning is ezzential," she droned in her pidgin-English.

Alarmed, Jack tried to sit up "But I don't want an enema!"

"Zat ist not up to you, junger Mann," she said as she went to the door then, "Kommen zie hier Fräuleins."

Once again the door opened and the nurse trainees filed in, one pushed a small cart with a tray of various items while another had a rolling stand with two large, and full, enema bags hanging from it with a large waste reservoir below them.

When Jake saw the equipment his eyes grew wide and his heart raced as the junior nurses entered the room, eager to work again on the handsome young man.

"Na zen," the Oberschwester barked, "ve vill demonstrate za proper technique for administering za high-volume cleansing enema. Pay close attention, Fräuleins."

The Oberschwester pulled the enema stand and the tools cart closer to Jake and explained to her student nurses that he would be thoroughly cleansed before the prostate exam. Jake gulped involuntarily as he eyed the equipment stand.

"Eir, " the Oberschwester commanded, "Bringen Sie den Leutnant in die Steinschnittposition."

Jake had no idea what the Steinschnitt position was, but felt himself slowly falling backwards to a reclining position with his legs raised and spread wide. His arms were spread wide and up as well and with a sinking feeling he thought about the 'Dying Cockroach' exercise they used to do during PT.

Once everything was in place the Oberschwester pulled on a pair of latex gloves, snapping them loudly as a signal to Jake that the fun was about to start. She nodded to the girls to do the same.

"Lasst uns beginnen, first select und nozzle," the old nurse lectured.

Jake's heart raced as he watched the Oberschwester select a thick, bulbous nozzle from the tray. She held it up for the trainees to see, its intimidating size making Jake squirm uncomfortably.

"Now, ve must lubricate zis nozzle thoroughly," Oberschwester Nietzsche continued after attaching the nozzle to one of the hoses hanging down from the enema bags and squeezing a generous amount of gel onto the intimidating instrument. She spread it meticulously, her gloved hands moving with practiced efficiency.

Jake fidgeted and clenched his jaw, trying to maintain his composure as the older nurse moved between his upturned legs, the eyes of the young nurses fixed on him. He felt utterly helpless, unable to resist what was about to happen.

Jake flinched as he felt the cold, bulbous nozzle press against him. The Oberschwester paused, her stern gaze meeting his eyes.

"Relax, Leutnant," she commanded. "Fighting vill only make zis more unpleasant."

Jake felt a wave of humiliation wash over him as the nozzle was pressed against his exposed opening. He gritted his teeth, trying to relax as the Oberschwester began to insert it. He tried to force his muscles to unclench, taking slow breaths through his nose. With firm pressure, the Oberschwester pushed the nozzle in and Jake gasped as the bulbous tip finally slipped past his tight ring of muscle. He could feel every inch as the nozzle was inserted deeper, stretching him uncomfortably. His face flushed with shame knowing the young nurses were intently watching his most private areas being invaded.

"Observe, Fräuleins," the head nurse instructed. "Der nozzle must be inserted fully but gently. Too much force can cause damage und you must hold it in place during the fill."

The trainees leaned in closer, their eyes wide with curiosity and excitement. Jake felt his face flush, knowing he was on display for their education.

"Sehr gut," the Oberschwester said approvingly. "Now ve begin ze flow."

There was a soft click and Jake felt the rush of warm liquid begin to fill him. He squirmed and panted as the bag slowly emptied. The Oberschwester placed her free hand on the inside of his thigh, her other hand between his legs holding the nozzle in place and as she spoke she turned and moved it in and out.

Jake tensed as the warm liquid began to flow into him, his abdomen cramping almost immediately. He clenched his jaw, determined not to make a sound in front of the nurses, but as the volume increased, he couldn't help letting out a small groan.

"Shh, Leutnant," Oberschwester Nietzsche chided. "Dis ist only ze beginning."

Now she pressed firmly on his lower belly, massaging in slow circles as the enema continued to fill him, while she rotated the nozzle back and forth. Jake wriggled even more as the pressure and discomfort built with the feeling of her thumb rubbing against his bottom as she moved the nozzle.

"Note how ze abdomen begins to distend," the head nurse instructed her students. "Feel here."

To Jake's mortification, she guided the hands of the trainees to press against his swelling stomach. Their cool fingers probed and palpated as he continued to fill. His breath now came in short gasps as he continued to squirm, desperate for some relief.

"Please," he whispered hoarsely. "I can't take anymore."

The Oberschwester's stern gaze met his. "Nonsense. You are only halfway through ze bag, Leutnant. You will take it all, stop whining."

Jake gritted his teeth and panted. His stomach felt impossibly full, stretched taut and gurgling audibly. The young nurses exchanged concerned glances, their initial excitement giving way to sympathy as they witnessed Jake's obvious suffering.

"Oberschwester," one of the trainees ventured timidly, "perhaps we should pause for a moment? He seems to be in significant distress."

The head nurse shot the young woman a stern look. "Nein. Zis patient must learn to endure. Ist for his own good," she cackled, " Ven you are in diese pozition giving birth you vill discover more discomfort vas dat the Leutnant ist having!"

It was like childbirth as Jake's breath came in short, panting gasps as cramps rippled through his abdomen. Jake bit his lip, fighting back a whimper as another cramp seized him. The pressure in his bowels was becoming unbearable, and he could feel a cold sweat breaking out across his forehead. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to breathe through the discomfort while one of the nurses dabbed at his forehead with a damp cloth.

"Please," he gasped again, his voice strained. "I really can't--"

"Silence Leutnant, control yourself," the Oberschwester chided and then noted, "This bag ist empty."

Jake felt a mix of relief and dread as the Oberschwester announced the bag was empty. The nozzle was slowly removed, but Jake's ordeal was far from over.

"Now, Fräuleins, observe as ze patient holds der enema, zis builds endurance and cleanses more thoroughly."

"Up you go, Leutnant," she commanded as Eir moved Jake back into a semi-upright position and spread his legs further.

The shift in posture sent waves of pain through Jake's distended abdomen. He groaned, clenching his muscles desperately against the overwhelming urge to release, his abdominal muscles quivering with the effort to retain the massive volume of liquid. Cramps wracked his swollen belly as he fought against the stress of his body trying to expel the enema.

"P-please," he stammered through gritted teeth. "I need to..."

"Nein," the Oberschwester cut him off sharply. "You vill hold it until I say otherwise."

Time crawled by agonizingly slow as Jake struggled to maintain control, his eyes clenched shut, then with a sense of relief mixed with shame he heard ""Fräulein Müller, preparen der commode."

Hedda moved the enema stand so that the reservoir was under Jake's butt.

"Release, Leutnant," the Oberschwester ordered calmly, "You need not hold it in any longer."

Jake hesitated, his face burning with shame at the thought of relieving himself in front of the young nurses. But his body gave him no choice. With a groan of both relief and humiliation, he finally let go. The sound of liquid spraying into the reservoir below him filled the room as Jake's cramping muscles forcefully expelled the enema.

The young nurses averted their eyes, trying to give Jake a semblance of privacy as sounds and smells of his release filled the room. But Oberschwester Nietzsche watched impassively, nodding with clinical satisfaction. After what felt like an eternity, the flow finally tapered off. Jake lay there panting, utterly spent and mortified.

"Sehr gut, Leutnant," the Oberschwester said briskly, "Now Fräuleins, prepare to administer das zweiter bag."

Jake's eyes flew open in alarm. "What? But I just--"

"Silence, Leutnant," the Oberschwester cut him off. "Ze procedure is not complete until both bags are administered. Ingweröl und glycerin have been added to das bag to increase the effectiveness of the cleaning."

She then explained to the group that each nurse would select a nozzle, insert it, then release the enema fluid into Jake to the next mark on the bag. After removing the nozzle they would clean it and then the next in line would select a fresh nozzle and so on until the bag was emptied. After telling Eir to reposition Jake, she nodded to Margo to start.

Jake's heart sank as he watched with trepidation as Margo, the first trainee nurse, approached with her freshly lubricated nozzle. Her hands trembled slightly as she positioned herself between his legs.

"Gentle but firm, Fräuleins," the Oberschwester instructed.

Jake winced as Margo inserted the nozzle, her inexperience evident in her hesitation. As Jake gritted his teeth, the discomfort was intensified by her clumsy movements and the fact that she had grabbed his balls with her opposite hand, using them like a grab bar as she inserted the nozzle. This wasn't lost on the Oberschwester, who suppressed a smile.

Once the nozzle was in place she activated the valve and Jake felt the rush of liquid begin anew. The added ingredients in this second bag immediately made their presence known, causing an intense burning sensation that made Jake gasp and squirm anew.

"Hold still, Leutnant," the Oberschwester warned.

As the liquid reached the designated mark, Margo turned the valve and slowly removed the nozzle as Jake prepared himself to hold the burning enema in. The other nurses each took their turn and when the last had inserted her nozzle the Oberschwester said, "Just let the bag empty completely."

Now Jake was full with the second bag, the ginger oil and glycerin causing him to buck violently, the pain in his limbs nothing compared to the cramping burn in his gut. He clenched his jaw, fighting back a cry of anguish as cramps wracked his distended belly.

"Excellent," Oberschwester Nietzsche nodded approvingly. "Now, Leutnant, you will hold this for just a bit longer."

Jake's eyes widened in disbelief, "Oh please, please, I don't think I can--"

"You can and you will," the head nurse cut him off sharply. "This is necessary for a thorough cleansing."

The next few minutes were an eternity for Jake. He writhed while every muscle in his body was taut with the effort of retaining the enema. Sweat poured down his face as he panted and grimaced, finally the Oberschwester said, "Das is gut, sie may release now."

Jake let go with a huge groan of relief as the nurses looked on in amazement at how much pain he had withstood. When he was finished the head nurse pulled the cart away and turned to the trainees, "Now clean him up for Frau Doktor."

As the trainees moved closer and began to wash Jake down, the Oberschwester said as she walked towards the door, "Bis später, Leutnant, I would stay for your next exam, but I have other patients to attend to."

Jake was exhausted but his hell was about to continue because as the young nurses finished cleaning him up, Dr. Friedrich arrived pushing a small cart and said "Vell Leutnant, it looks like Oberschwester Nietzsche and the trainees have prepared you well for your next procedure."

Jake looked at her with a frown but didn't say anything as there was no point, what was going to happen next would occur whether he liked it or not.

Dr. Friedrich pulled a pair of latex gloves from a box on the cart and then nodded for each of the trainees to do the same. Then she said "Eir, put the Leutnant into quadruped position."

Jake heard whirring and clicking noises as he felt himself being rotated forward and over as a pair of arms with bolsters moved so that his abdomen was supported. When the machine stopped he was thrust further out into the room and suspended as if he was on a table or the floor on all fours.

"Spread his legs a bit more, Eir," the doctor commanded and Jake felt his knees spread wider. "What we vill do first is what is known as a Digital Rectal Exam, or 'D'-'R'-'E' for short," the doctor lectured, "Diese procedure is done to evaluate a man's prostate gland for cancer and other issues. Who can tell us more about the prostate gland?"

Jake tensed as he again heard the snap of latex gloves behind him, his face bright red with humiliation at being positioned so vulnerably in front of the young nurses. He could sense the eyes of the trainees on him, their curiosity mixing with sympathy. Dr. Friedrich's clinical tone did little to ease his embarrassment.

"The prostate ist ein vallnut-sized gland found just below the bladder," one of the trainees offered timidly. "It produces der fluid und ist crucial for male reproductive health."

Then another trainee added, "It can be felt by inzertion auf der finger into der mann's rectum."

"Sehr gut," Dr. Friedrich nodded approvingly. "Now, observe carefully as I demonstrate how to evaluate the Leutnant's gland."

Jake tensed as he felt the doctor's gloved hand on his butt, spreading his cheeks. Her touch was clinical, but firm, as she positioned herself behind him. Then he flinched as her cool, gloved finger, lightly touching his anus and gently circling it. He clenched involuntarily, his muscles still sore from the intense enemas.

"Relax, Leutnant," Dr. Friedrich commanded. "Tensing will only make this more uncomfortable."

Jake tried to force his muscles to unclench as the doctor's finger pressed insistently at his tight back door. With a small pop, her finger slid in and the tip rapidly homed in on his P-spot.

"You will find it by sliding in with your fingertip downward. It vill present as der bump," she lectured and suddenly Jake jumped and made a loud groan.

"Yah, there it is," she smiled as she slowly massaged his gland. Jake moaned as she did this, his eyes clenched.

"Now then ladies, du must understand that vat we are looking for, just as with the hoden, is any bump or irregularity. Explore the entire surface carefully. Many men find prostate stimulation pleasurable, zo do not hesitate to be thorough."

Jake bit his lip, trying to stifle another moan as Dr. Friedrich's finger probed and massaged his sensitive gland with clinical precision.

"Frau Doctor, ma'am, I have to pee," Jake cried out.

"As you can see," Dr. Friedrich continued her clinical lecture, "the Leutnant's body is responding quite normally to the stimulation with the urge to urinate. Now, Fräuleins, you will each have a turn to examine the Leutnant's prostate," Dr. Friedrich announced. "Remember to be thorough but gentle."

Jake's heart raced as he heard the rustle of movement behind him. He tensed as he felt a new, hesitant touch at his entrance.

"Relax, Leutnant," Dr. Friedrich reminded him. "Fräulein Schmidt, proceed."

Jake gasped softly as the trainee's slender finger slipped inside him. Her movements were more tentative than the doctor's, but no less intrusive. He squirmed uncomfortably as she explored the inside of his rectum then he jumped again as her finger found its target.

"Oooh, ist hier," she exclaimed delightedly as she gently explored the surface causing Jake to once again moan and become more and more aroused.

"Frau Doktor, der Leutnant ist leaking," Hedda said, pointing to the end of Jake's erection.

"Ah yes," the doctor noted, "At this point we can do a full massage and that will cause him to express all the fluid he has stored."

"What?!!!" Jake practically screamed, snapping out of the relaxed state all the stimulation of his gland had caused.

The doctor ignored him as she selected a small glass sample bottle from her cart and held it against the head of Jack's penis.

Jake's heart pounded as he realized what Dr. Friedrich intended to do. The humiliation of his current position, exposed to the room full of women, intensified as he felt the cool glass of the jar press against the sensitive tip of his erection.

"Now, Fräuleins, observe carefully," Dr. Friedrich instructed. "A thorough prostate massage can help express any built-up fluid, which is beneficial for the patient's health."

Jake gritted his teeth, trying to maintain some semblance of control as he felt the doctor's finger re-enter him. Her movements were more purposeful now, applying firm, rhythmic pressure to his sensitive gland and moving to each side deeper in to access his seminal vesicles.

"Nrnngh," Jake couldn't hold back a groan as waves of unwanted pleasure coursed through him. His red face betrayed his shame as he felt himself responding to the massage.

"You vill feel, Fräuleins, how the gland swells slightly under stimulation," the doctor continued her clinical explanation, seemingly oblivious to Jake's discomfort. "The Leutnant's involuntary responses are perfectly normal."

"Sehr gut, Leutnant," Dr. Friedrich addressed Jake, "Your body is responding normally."

She slowly removed her finger as Jake continued to pant. The small bottle had already collected a few large drops of whitish fluid and she handed it to Margo to pass around.

"Each of you will have a chance to massage his gland with a five minute limit on each turn," the doctor stated, "We'll see which of you extracts the most fluid in that time."

Jake's eyes flew open at this new indignity and he shouted "No, this is not right!"

Ignoring his outburst, she continued, "Over time and with no ejaculation a man will build up fluids that cause congestion, especially with a younger man such as the Leutnant hier. This congestion can cause him to aggressively seek relief."

"Frau Doctor," Hedda asked, "Ist dat der blau ballen?"

"Not exactly," the doctor responded as an embarrassing red flush grew around Jake's neck, "'Blue Balls', as they are called, is when a man is aroused and does not get relief. This can be a painful condition for them. By draining a man of his fluids the pressure is removed but the desire is not."

"Now then, each of you take a bottle and when it is your turn hold it up tightly to his glans while you do your massage. Do not enter him until I start the timer."