Chapter Five
Jason's Nightmare
Saturday afternoon Mrs Jackson had popped out to do a little shopping. As usual the television had been left on for Jason. There was a cricket match on, but the pace was slow with the batting team holding out for a dull draw.
He reflected on the previous evening, a strange mix of sweet-and-sour. Why had he been so awful to his mother, begrudging her a night out and then coming home late? She had been right, though. He had to admit that much. She did deserve a break, for the unremitting care she had given him since his motorcycle accident.
Was he feeling sorry for himself because of his imprisonment, his uselessness and his utter wretchedness? Or was there another reason at the heart of his outburst? Was it possible that he was jealous that his lover had left him to go and enjoy herself with other men? Was he becoming possessive, and perhaps even obsessive about his mother?
And then there was that incredible blow-job she had given him last night, amazingly his first ever. He began to wonder if it had really happened. Nothing had been said about the previous evening during the morning, and what ever hurtful things Jason had said, his mother appeared to have forgiven him. Her mood had been light and breezy. There even seemed to be an extra spring in her step.
Jason dozed off long before stumps were drawn. Among the many fragmented dreams that accompanied his deep sleep that afternoon, there was one that stood out by way of its completeness and vividness.
He dreamed he was back in hospital. He had been brought in because his abdominal pains were getting worse and giving grave cause for concern. The pretty nurse who had attended him after his accident was at his bedside again. She was the epitome of health and cleanliness in her freshly starched uniform and black pantyhose which were seamed down the backs of her legs. Her hands were sensitive, sanitised and efficient, preparing things in an orderly manner. He watched her move around the bed arranging various items that were to be used on him -- thermometer, a kidney bowl, urine bottle, bedpan, a catheter arrangement, and an enema kit.
He tried to catch her eye, but she ignored him, preferring to remain aloof, detached and professional. She started preparing a wash bowl with flannel and towel on a chair. As she bent over to attend to this her skirt lifted showing the backs of her legs just above the knee. Jason's cock responded in the time-honoured tradition.
"I thought you were going to take off my casts," he said.
"Oh no... It will be weeks before we can consider that." She turned around and for the first time looked at him and smiled. Her eyes were big and brown in her petite, pale face. They were the kind that you could easily lose yourself in and looked like they might at any time devour you. Her name tag announced her as "SRN Sandra Wilkins."
"I have to get you ready for the doctor's examination," she said. "I need to get you washed, but first I want you to pee for me."
"I don't need to go right now."
"Everyone can pee a little," she said, her eyes mocking him. "I need a sample of your urine. And then you will have to try and do a poo for me."
Jason felt his face colouring. "Oh no, is that really necessary? I mean, what if I can't?" "No such word as can't, Mr Jackson."
It seemed strange a young nurse, no older than him, should refer to him as "Mr".
"The doctor will need to perform a rectal examination on you. It will therefore be necessary to evacuate your bowels beforehand."
"What happens if I can't go... to poo... or even pee?"
"Don't worry, Mr Jackson. We have ways of persuading you to provide us with what we want. But I'm sure we won't have to resort to extreme measures to get your kind cooperation. You're going to be a good boy for me and give me what I want, aren't you? It will be easier for you if you do."
She began fiddling with the metal framework that the catheter device was attached to, turning little wheels, knobs and levers to adjust the stand to a convenient angle and height. The sight of the contraption, particularly the invasive looking flexible tube, seemed to threaten him with the idea that it could be used as a form of punishment as well as a medical aid if he didn't do as he was told. Is that what she meant by 'persuading'? If only he could provide a sample naturally. But now his body was as tight as a drum skin and would not give an inch.
And a rectal examination..? What was that all about? Were they going to shove a camera up his arse or something..? So that the entire world and his dog could have a look..? The mere thought of this invasion of his most private part, made him clam up completely. There wouldn't be a laxative in the world that could relieve him.
His abdominal pain was now acute. He couldn't bear the thought of the pretty nurse seeing all his bits and pieces and then watching him pee and poo. He would be completely humiliated, left without a shred of dignity.
Jason was dressed in a white cotton gown of the type worn when a person is taken down to the operating theatre. He was lying on the bed, on top of the sheets. The nurse raised the gown to expose his genitals. Jason now sported a burgeoning and painful erection which pulled the skin of his scrotum taut around the balls, so that they were outlined like a pair of walnuts. He closed his eyes, and bit down hard on his lip, shamed by the betrayal of his cock's desire. Now she would know his true feelings for her. He wanted the floor to open up and devour him. He could feel the nurse's hands on it now, moving, fingering and manipulating him, attempting to get the wilful blood-filled beast into the bottle neck.
"Oh dear... Mr Percy Penis is being a very naughty boy today. Come on, Mr Percy... you must do better than this."
She flicked the bulbous purple head with her fingers about half-a-dozen times in an attempt to cool its ardour. But this only had the effect of making him cry out in pain and stiffening his cock even more. But somehow, using a bit of brute force and some KY jelly, Sandra managed to engage the swollen knob-end in the bottle neck. The bottle of course had to be held upside down to accommodate him, causing the young nurse to laugh out loud at the absurdity of the situation.
"Come on, Mr Jackson, be a good, clever boy for me and give me some pee-pee. Do it for Sandra, won't you... please?"
But Jason was locked solid by his erection. "I can't nurse, I just can't!"
"If you don't, Sister will use the catheter on you."
"No, please don't let her! I couldn't stand it."
"Then pee for me now. This is your last chance. I'm going to count to ten, and if by then you have still denied me, I'll have to leave you to Sister. You won't like it - she can be quite heavy handed sometimes."
But try as he may, Jason could not start the water flowing.
"You are being extremely obstinate, so we shall see, shan't we? I know exactly how we will deal with this disobedience. In a moment I will call for Sister and she will not be so lenient with you. She will apply a much firmer hand and make you do as we ask." Sandra put the urine bottle aside and arranged the bedpan under Jason's bottom. "Now let's see how you are at number twos. Please don't disappoint me this time. I'm beginning to lose patience with you, young man!"
