I was in hospital for a back complaint - nothing serious but something that required physiotherapy, and some pain-killing injections.

It wasn’t long before I began to suspect that one or two of the nurses were not lust simply treating me for my back, although at first I could not be sure and did not like to risk raising the matter with the physician or house doctor.

It was about the third day that it seemed to me that something a little out of the ordinary was happening to me at their hands.

Let me first, however, describe the nurses in question.

One of them stood out for she wore large round-rimmed glasses. She was tall, dark and not the sort to suffer fools gladly. Her colleague was fair, always wore the full nurse’s uniform, but with an extremely short skirt that showed everything. The tall, dark one turned out to be a Sister, while the other was a nurse. Their names - later found out - were Sister Henderson and Nurse Jorgensen. (more…)

I awoke in the hospital and found myself unable to move.  A throbbing pain in my head and a general ache all over my body made my coming of consciousness a relatively miserable experience.  The truck I had been driving had hit a mine and I had been thrown from the vehicle.  I guess I was lucky to be alive, but I sure felt closer to death the more I came out of it.

I started to gingerly explore my surroundings and found the nurses call button, which had been placed near my hand, and pushed the signal.  As I continued to look around my surroundings I could see several I.V. bags hanging over my head as I lay flat on my back.  I had a strange feeling in my penis that was really uncomfortable that was rapidly focusing my attention when the nurse walked in.

She was an young, beautiful woman, about the age of 24, who stood about 5′5″ and had a very well proportioned body.  As she entered the room she welcomed back to the world of the living and went on to explain that the reason I couldn’t move was that I had suffered a back injury and was in traction.  I learned that her name was Sue and she would be one of the nurses caring for me during my recovery.  She quickly reassured me that I would get better and that after a brief period of rehab, I would be up and walking around in no time.  I had also received a nasty knock to the head, which was responsible for my loss of consciousness, but that too would quickly heal.

I squirmed a bit when she asked if I was uncomfortable.  Before I had a chance to fully answer she had pulled down the sheets and pulled up the hospital bed gown I was wearing to over my waist.  She explained that they had inserted a catheter into me and she without hesitation took hold of penis and rearranged it so the tube was pulling so much.  I blushed as she did this, but she only went about her business and gave me a silly little smile. (more…)