036 Bandaged into Submission


Bandaged into Submission
Part 1 of or 3

Jack Saunders lay in his hospital bed, for the second day, at the Methodist hospital in Arcadia, California. He had some surgery on his eyes to correct the muscle problem. It was neither a complicated nor serious operation, but it did require him not to move his eyes. If his eyes were open, he would not be able to avoid looking around, so his eyes had to remain bandaged for 2 weeks.

The wrap-around bandage made his condition seem worse than it was. However, it was necessary to prevent him from looking around and putting stress on the stitches. The "bandage" served as a blindfold, which was taped on securely so he could not remove it. He could not see the television or read. He could not feed himself or shave. When he needed to use the toilet, he needed someone to help him walk there slowly and assist him in wiping his ass. In addition, he was not to move about too much. In other words, he was to lie in bed and be bored.

There was a knock on the door. Then he heard a female voice asked in a heavy accent maybe some Eastern European dialect, “Would you like your bath now, Mr. Saunders?” From the time Jack first noticed the nurses, when he was doing the paperwork to be admitted, he assumed that the ladies who dressed in grey and white uniforms were actually nuns. Their uniforms did sort of look like habits.

He was going to say yes, but changed his mind, saying, “Not right now, thank you.” Jack was bothered by this woman, who had bathed him yesterday as well as assisted him to the toilet and back again. He envisioned her as a rather chubby, stoic nun. What bothered him was she seemed not very caring to him and touched him as if she felt very uncomfortable. It was just too uncomfortable for him to receive n receive such intimate services from a nun. Years later, he found out that these women were not nuns at all, just regular nurses. But while he was there, and in that mindset, he felt too weird to be bathed by nuns.

A sometime later (when your eyes are bandaged you really have no concept of time) another female voice, one kinder, spoke to him and asked if he wanted to take a short walk down the hall and back to stretch his legs. She said it was important to take a slow walk once a day just to get a little exercise. Jack gladly accepted because he was, not only thankful to get out of bed, he also had a mission he wanted to fulfill.

She helped him out of bed, not because he was weak, but because she did not want him to bump his face, in particular, his eyes. So she gently guided him out of the room and down the hall for his brief stroll.

It was quite a sight, a petite blonde nurse, or maybe she was a candy striper, you know, a hospital volunteer, guiding a tall well-built Italian young man, 19-years-old, wearing a hospital gown opened at the back. Jack was a handsome masculine college student, blinded by the bandage wound around his head, walking very carefully on the arm of his escort. Jack leaned over to the nurse leading him and whispered to her, “Can you take me to the nurses’ station?” To which she responded cheerfully and affirmatively.

She pointed out to Jack that he was at the station. “Is there a supervisor here?” Jack asked politely. A voice said she was the nurse in charge and asked what he wanted.

“I feel uncomfortable with the nurse who comes in to take care of me and bathe me and stuff. I don’t mean to complain, but is there a male nurse who could take care of me?” Jack spoke calmly, not wanting to make too big a deal out of his request. He added, “It’s more like she feels weird attending to me…”

“No need to explain further. OK, I’ll have a male nurse look in on you this afternoon.” Jack thanked her and was then taken back to his room and helped slowly into bed.

He either fell asleep or was just in a deep state of rest, when a male voice spoke up, “Hi, Mr. Saunders. May I call you Jack? I’m Warren. I’m here to give you a bath. Is this a good time?” Jack nodded and said yes to both questions.

Jack was not at all surprised it was a male nurse there to assist him. Maybe that’s the interpretation the nurse-in-charge put on Jack’s request. He did not really care one way or the other. From his perspective, he was bored, wanted to go home and take care of himself as soon as possible. He knew that even when he went home, he’d have to stay with his parents for a week or so since the bandages would not come off until later.

“So, Jack, how are you doing? I guess there is not much to do with your eyes all bandaged up like that.” Jack just nodded as he heard the male nurse go into the bathroom, run the water, and get some items ready to bathe him. After a couple of minutes, Warren returned.

Since his surgery, which was the day before yesterday, Jack started to play this mind game where he visualized the look of the people talking to him. This pleasant voice, with a slight southern accent, seemed to be a young man about 30. He heard the guy come close to the bed and place things on the side table.

“Ok, Jack, if you will lean up for me, I’ll get this gown off you, and we can get started.” With that, the nurse untied the drawstring at the back of the neck and pulled the material off slowly in one motion. “Ok, now, lift your hips a bit.” And off came his underwear. In the process of slipping the underwear off Jack’s feet, he pulled the blanket and sheet down and off, completely exposing Jacks tan naked body. It was an odd feeling to be so completely exposed, but then he thought how else is he supposed to bathe someone? With a sheet covering him up?

Then Jack wondered if the modesty curtain around the bed was pulled opened or closed. He did not remember hearing it being closed, so he envisioned it opened. Jack correctly thought it was left open to give Warren more space to move around all sides of the bed in order to wash him. Jack wanted to ask Warren if his room door was open because he could hear voices in the hall. Was it ajar? Or what? But then he did not want to insult Warren, whom he properly assumed was a professional who knew what he was doing.

“OK, Jack; let’s do your backside first. Just roll over. I’ll hold your head to keep you from bumping it and help you turn onto your belly. That’s right.” Warren started at Jack’s right foot and soon began to slowly rub the wet soapy cloth over his foot and work his way up Jack’s lower leg. Warren made some talk about his work in the hospital and about some of his more interesting days. Jack did not chime into the conversation, but rather just enjoyed the warm relaxing feel of the washcloth gently moving around the back of his leg. He was not even listening to Warren’s words at all, just zoning out, face down on the bed, with his bubble butt ass in the air.

Jack envisioned people walking by and looking in seeing his ass and all of his naked body. He was just going to mention to Warren to please close the door, but he got distracted when he felt Warren get up and move to the foot of the bed. Then Jack felt his right leg being gently lifted and moved to the right side of the bed. Next, Warren picked up his left leg and positioned it to the left side of the bed. It was not that Jack was uncomfortable, actually, he felt good to be stretched after being in bed most of 48 hours.

Jack wanted to ask what he was doing with his legs, but instead, he just let Warren do his job. “This position does not hurt you, does it, Jack?” He answered that it did not. “Good, then just relax, Jack, as I soap you up. Let me know if the soapy water is too cold or too hot as I do this. I can adjust it. Just relax, let me do all the work.” Then he felt the bed move as Warren repositioned himself to sit at Jack’s side, near his right hip. Wow, Jack thought to himself, this feels so good, he was feeling the warm water-soaked cloth gently being maneuvered from the back of his knee to the back of his thigh. He understood why Warren had positioned his legs wide apart; it made it easier to wash him.

Up the soothing cloth went to just under his butt cheek, and over to the outside to the hipbone, then back to the inner side of Jack’s thigh. Warren continued his soft chit-chat as if Jack was listening, but Jack was not. Jack was engrossed with the wonderful sponge bath he was receiving. He was glad he could feel that his dick remained upwards, under his belly, out of reach and sight of Warren. At least, he had that bit of modesty.

There was Jack, lying naked in his bed, with his ass in the air and his room door wide open. He was starting to feel a little uncomfortable being so vulnerable. He slowly and gradually maneuvered his legs closer together, to keep Warren from washing too much between his legs so close to his ass and around his balls. Warren said nothing as he leaned over and gently but firmly first pushed one leg over and then the other in the opposite direction, re-spreading Jack’s legs wider apart. At that point, Jack just let go and stopped worrying about his modesty.

Then Warren patted Jack on the lower back, “OK, just lift your hips a bit.” As Jack did, Warren gently placed his hand under Jack’s belly and positioned his dick downward so it was now pointing to his feet. With Jack’s legs spread wide, his nice-sized cut dick was in full view and could now be washed. Warren mumbled, more to himself, “That’s better.” He continued with the warm washcloth, now lightly rubbing Jack’s dick as he washed it.

So there was jack. The wrap-around bandage that was put on him after eye surgery made Jack Saunder's condition look worse than it was. However, it was necessary to prevent him from looking around and putting stress on the stitches on his eyes. The "bandage" served as a blindfold, which was taped on securely so he could not remove it. He could not see the television or read. He could not feed himself or shave. When he needed to use the toilet, he needed someone to help him walk there slowly and assist him in wiping his ass.

It was truly an odd situation for Jack. Nursing staff would come in periodically and do whatever they needed for him, or ... to him. He had no say, and without his ability to see anything, he was truly helpless. At this moment, male nurse Warren was giving Jack his daily bath, when a co-worker came by and poked his head in.

“Hey Warren, how you doing man? You going to the meeting this afternoon? I think it’s at five, isn’t it?” Warren acknowledged his friend and fellow nurse, Jeremy, who was standing at the opened door. Warren was saying something about that meeting being tomorrow and that he was not planning on going. Jack was half listening to the back-and-forth discussion of the importance of the impending staff meeting, but more absorbed in the blissful feeling of Warren’s gentle washing of his dick. Jack could not tell if Warren was intentionally over handling his dick and balls or just doing it robotically as he focused on the conversation with his friend.

“Warren, this is about all of our overtime. You’d better be there.” Jeremy spoke with some level of excitement. Though Jack was blindfolded with eye bandages due to surgery, he heard Jeremy’s voice become much louder and closer. It was obvious to Jack that Jeremy had entered the room and was now standing right next to the bed. Surely, Jack thought, Jeremy was watching, probably staring at the dick-and-ball washing Warren was giving to him. Warren was now using both his hands, one to scoop up Jack’s dick off the mattress surface, and his other hand had the washcloth with which he was doing the gentle rubbing.

Jack’s dick was expanding in length and firmness. All Jack could do was to try to hold his breath every once in a while, hoping his dick would not continue to expand. Jack could not help but involuntarily begin to close his legs again, wanting not to be so vulnerable and exposed to these two guys. Was Warren manipulating any of this? Jack did not have the advantage of looking these two guys in the face to see any telltale signs of their intentions. However, if Jack could see, he would find Warren just doing his job and Jeremy looking on with curiosity.

“Say, Jeremy, will your work hours be cut back, too?” asked Warren, to which Jeremy said he was not sure and that’s why the meeting was important to attend. “Jeremy, would you go to the foot of the bed and spread Jack’s legs a bit. I need to finish up washing around his testicles.” Jack could not believe this! Warren was eliciting his friend’s help in bathing him? What the fuck! What was he supposed to do now? It’s a little late to make a fuss at this point, or to say, “Hey guys, could you please not touch my dick and balls?” For all Jack knew, Warren was just a male nurse thoroughly bathing his patient, not meaning to embarrass or tease anyone, certainly not to intentionally erotically play with his ever, hardening dick.

Jack felt his legs being spread by Jeremy, who just picked up each ankle at the same time and placed them down, wider apart. Warren looked and was not satisfied. “Just a bit wider, Jeremy, that’s it. Thanks. Now, if you don’t mind, would you toss out this wash water and bring me some clean, warmer water. Thanks.” And Jeremy did as Warren asked. Then it was back to their ridiculous staff-meeting argument. Warren and Jeremy continued to try to convince each other of his own position.

“Jeremy, would you mind taking the towel there, and start drying off Jack’s feet and legs, as I continue to wash him up here? This will speed things up, and then we’ll still have time to go out for a beer later.” Jack thought it was odd that neither one of the two male nurses was asking him for permission, or considering his desire for some privacy. It was as if Jack’s temporary blindness with the bandages over his eyes meant that he was not aware of anything and did not need any consideration. Jeremy finished drying all of Jack’s lower body. As Warren moved from washing Jack’s private parts and worked his way up to Jack’s ass cheeks and ass crack, Jeremy then gently patted his private parts dry and also lifted Jack’s dick and sort of wrapped the towel around it and slightly squeezed it a little to blot up any moisture.

“Do you want me to do the lotion now, Warren?”

“Please. And start at the feet and work up. Then when we turn him over, his backside will be all clean and soothed. He’ll sleep very well. Then you can help me with the front side in a bit.” It was not unusual for nurses to help each other when they had time to do so. It made the day go by quicker. “Use the lotion that’s on the table here. It should make his skin soft and avoid any issues with him being in bed too long.” Warren said, “Yeah, we don’t want him to get bedsores.” Jack did notice the cream felt good being rubbed on his toes and feet, and he certainly didn’t want bedsores. As he thought about it, it was nice to have two professionals taking care of him.

Jeremy worked his way up Jack’s legs applying and rubbing in the soothing lotion all the way to his upper thighs. It was a type of white slippery cream that needed to be worked in a long time to get each blob of lotion to disappear into the skin. Warren was now putting his index finger into the washcloth and gently, tenderly, rubbing Jack’s ass lips with the soapy cloth-covered finger. Then he wiggled it and almost tried to insert it into Jack’ asshole, but not quite. Jack felt his dick stiffen, but he trusted these guys have seen it all. They’re nurses, for Pete’s sake, and guys get hard when they get their bodies washed like this. They know to overlook such a common human reaction.

Without being told by Warren, Jeremy actually got on the bed, kneeling between Jack’s spread thighs and planted himself close to Jack’s ass. He applied a bit of pressure to the inside of Jack’s thighs to push them apart further and hold them there. The thighs were already wide, but Jeremy just had the habit to apply some pressure so the patient did not try to close his legs. Jeremy worked the cream all over the upper thighs. And when finally done there, Jeremy asked Warren if he wanted him to apply the cream to the genitals as well, knowing some patients did not want that.

Oddly, no one asked Jack. “Yeah, might as well,” Warren offered. “Let’s just get him all finished up, so we can get on our break.” Jack thought to himself that that was the third time Warren mentioned the need to hurry up and finish, but hurrying up was not what they seem to be doing.

In preparation to lotion up Jack’s genitals, Jeremy tugged on Jack’s dick, pulling somewhat firmly down to point it directly toward his feet to have as much of his dick exposed as possible. He noticed that Jack’s dick began to twitch but, as a professional nurse, he pretended to ignore it, not wanting to embarrass the patient. Then he lifted up his balls just to see how he would hold them out of the way. Jeremy was very precise in doing tasks like this. He was ready to begin, so he took the bottle of lotion and squirted a little blob on each of his palms.

“Warren, would you hold his testicles out of the way for me?” Warren was ready to help. What was interesting was the meticulous way Warren took hold of Jack’s balls and lifted them in an obviously painless manner. You might think that one would just grab them in his fist and pull them up, but that would cause those precious eggs to be squeezed, at least a little, and cause some discomfort or pain. No, these medical professionals had a special way to do this.

Warren used both hands to finger the ball sac gently to maneuver Jack’s balls to the bottom of the sac, separating his balls away from his groin area. With his thumb and index fingers, Warren made an “OK” circle and placed it around the top of the ball sac where the skin was loose. With these two fingers encircling the sac like this, he could gently force Jack’s balls to be pushed away from his body. Warren then closed the circled fingers tighter, never squeezing the balls, only forcing them away from Jack’s trunk. Now he could apply more pressure in pulling without squeezing the balls. This actually feels good to most men.

Bandaged into Submission
Part 2 of or 3

So there was totally-naked Jack, completely uncovered on his hospital bed, lying on his belly with his ass in the air and his legs stretched wide apart. The hospital room door remained fully open. Perhaps the two male nurses were too occupied with their tasks to notice it was not closed.

Warren was leaning over, held Jack’s balls with his left hand, and firmly pulled them up and over to just above his asshole. Warren’s right hand, specifically his right index finger, was still wrapped in the warm, soapy washcloth that was slightly pressed against Jack’s closed asshole in an attempt to wipe and blot that area clean.

Jeremy was actually on the bed, on his knees between Jack’s wide positioned thighs, helping to hold his thighs wide apart so he could massage lotion on Jack’s private parts more easily. Jeremy had his right hand under Jack’s now full hard eight-inch dick to slightly lift it up off the mattress and cup it gently into his left hand. It could be quite erotic for the patient to be lying face down and have his dick pressed upward toward the ceiling, sort of backward. But Jeremy was not trying to do anything sexual with Jack. He was trying to avoid any sexual arousal by keeping his hand still, as he held the rigid dick. He merely wanted to rub the soothing lotion in as quickly as possible to avoid causing Jack any discomfort from embarrassment.

Jeremy, using only two fingers on his right hand, rubbed tiny circles on the underside of Jack’s circumcised dick as he cradled it off the mattress with his left hand. As with all of Jack’s skin, it took time for the cream to be worked into the skin until the white color disappeared. He applied one drop of lotion at a time and worked it in with two fingertips. He started at the base of the dick, just under the balls, which were being held up by Warren, and worked his way slowly down to the dick tip.
It all seemed like a weird dream to Jack. He was in a hospital, recovering from a type of eye surgery where he needed to have his eyes bandaged for 2 weeks. As one might imagine, you’d feel pretty helpless if you have never before had to live for a time being blindfolded. He had nurses come in to feed him, to help walk him to the bathroom, to change his gown … whatever he needed, had to be provided by someone else. Today, on his second day here, male nurses Warren and Jeremy were giving him a sponge bath, and because they noticed Jack's dry skin - it was the winter time - they were massaging a medicated lotion into his skin. Of course, he had to be naked for this treatment. The trouble is, with these two guys rubbing him all over, Jack was getting an erection. Warren, being the professional and not wanting Jack to feel embarrassed, thought it was best to avoid mentioning it, and just continue as if nothing was usually.

Finally! Finally, Jack could not take any more. He spoke up for the first time. He reached his limit of embarrassment and humiliation. He was overwhelmed with erotic sensations from his asshole being tickled with Warren’s washcloth, his balls being snuggly pulled away from his body, his thighs forced-held spread wide apart, and the underside of his firm, and now pulsing, dick being massaged all along the sensitive underside of it. His body trembled as he spoke up to complain. “I… I… I…” That was all Jack managed to vocalize.

“Jack, you OK?” Warren asked, not waiting for an answer. “We are almost finished here. I know it’s a bit uncomfortable staying in one position, but the doctor’s notes say you should not move around too much. Your bandaged eyes must not accidentally bump into anything. So we are being very careful. We’ll be done here in a jiffy, and soon we will help you turn over on your back.” Warren didn’t realize Jack was trying to complain about all the sexual stimulation he was getting from these two male nurses. He wanted them to know he could not control his dick that had reached its maximum length and rigidity. He wanted them to stop touching his private parts and to cover him up. After all, he was just supposed to get a relaxing bath.

Jack was very shy and just could not find a way to tell them they should leave now. At the same time, Jack trusted their medical expertise and had a basic attitude of just letting professionals do the job that they were trained to do. Jack, just coming out of eye surgery 48-hours ago and being blindfolded by bandages gave him a helpless deposition. He looked helpless and was told in no uncertain terms that he must follow his doctor’s orders and stay as still as possible. Jack was told that if he were to bump his head, the eye surgery could be ruined. Still, Jack wondered if he should mention his discomfort in being handled so immodestly.

Jack rose up his head to get their attention, “Please, can you… ah… I… I… need for you to... to… jus…” Jack was too embarrassed to say the words like “dick” or “balls” or to tell them he was about to climax.

Warren, thinking that he knew what Jack was trying to say, again interrupted him, “Jack, I understand, you’re feeling a bit helpless, and unable to do things for yourself. Please, I am trained to take care of you, it’s my job, and I know how to do it very well. It’s something I enjoy doing, and so please just try to relax.”

Now, Warren was not stupid. He saw Jack’s raging hard-on. He knew Jack was having an erotic response to the bathing and the application of the lotion. Warren’s thinking was, of course, when you touch a man’s dick he might become erect. Its natural; no big deal. Warren realized that if someone were to massage medicated cream onto his own dick, he’d get erect, too. It does not mean anything is inappropriate or harmful. It’s just the expected result male nurses see when they need to do intimate touching.

So Warren never considered Jack’s huge erection as an issue or a problem or even a concern. It was only a natural reaction to being touched in sensitive areas. Therefore, Warren’s obvious interpretation of Jack’s attempts to speak up was that Jack was trying to complain that the bath was taking too long, that he was frustrated that he was not allowed to move much, that he could not get up by himself to go for a walk or even to the bathroom. Warren felt Jack was just an independent type person who was uncomfortable with the idea that someone else needs to feed him, trim his toenails, or in this case, give him a bath, at least for the next few weeks.

So neither Warren nor Jeremy for that matter, was acting inappropriately. Surely, they could have used some additional sensitivity training to better read a patient’s needs. But they were merely doing their jobs, and as such, had no awareness that Jack felt like a victim of erotic torture.

Warren gently put his hand on Jack’s shoulder to get him to lay down again, flat. Since Jeremy had finished the lotion on Jack’s private parts, Warren let go of Jack’s balls and moved up to wash Jack’s back and neck. Jeremy followed along drying the water off his skin and then applying lotion to Jack’s upper body.

“OK, Jack, that was fine; you did great. Sorry, it took so long.” Jack was relieved forgetting they were now going to do his front side.

“OK, Jeremy, let’s carefully turn him over.” Now Jack lay on his back, flat on the mattress, as completely naked as ever. “Jack, if it is comfortable for you, will you place your hands under your head under the pillow? This will allow us to bathe you better including your underarms.” Without a word, the blindfolded bandaged patient did exactly that. How wonderful to see his magnificent chest expanded and his tummy stretched so flat in his arms-up position. He certainly was a naturally beautiful young man.

It wasn’t really a problem, but Jack still had his erection. Usually, a guy lying on his back with a hard-on has a dick that lays flat against his tummy and points up toward his face, but while Jack’s dick also pointed to his face, it was stiff enough that the head of his dick was about one-inch off his tight tummy. It was floating above his belly button.

Warren whispered to Jeremy that they should not point it out, just don’t mention it, and don’t even touch it. Jeremy nodded his agreement. Now, as for Jack, they supposed he knew his dick was full, but if he did not touch it, and could not see it, maybe it would just escape his senses, and he would not be aware he had a huge erection.

The male nurses bathed the front side differently. Jeremy would wash Jack’s lower body, and Warren would do his upper body. Since Jack’s feet were already washed, he started at the lower legs and worked his way up the front of each one, just as he did Jack’s backside.

As Jeremy methodically maneuvered the washcloth toward Jack’s groin, he wanted to avoid touching Jack’s dick. It had already been washed and coated with lotion so there was no need to do it again. Instead, he gently washed up to the groin and around the balls. He heard Jack moan something and twitch his hips, but he thought Jack was just stirring in his restfulness. Jeremy didn’t seem to realize that the washcloth was tickling Jack as it accidentally brushed against erotic areas on Jack’s inner thighs, hips, and various places around his balls.

Jack’s dick was slowly arching upward. Now it was raised about 2-inches off his tummy. Warren, at this point, had washed Jack’s underarms at which Jack released a slight giggle, which was ignored as simple nervousness. Warren moved over to wash the chest. Jack’s nipples were getting to be more erect; he gently moved the warm soft soapy cloth all around them and his full upper torso.

As Warren was finishing there, Jeremy was trying to work the cloth around Jack’s dick without touching it. It was now standing about three-inches above Jack’s belly button and slightly twitching. There was some precum dripping slightly, and Jeremy took his cloth and dabbed the tip of Jack’s dick to catch the few drips that leaked out. Jack twitched and groaned. Feeling satisfied, Jeremy proceeded to dry Jack’s lower body as Warren dried off his upper body.

Warren broke the long silence, “OK, Jack, you are almost done.” Jack asked if he could put his arms down now, but Warren asked him to wait until they were finished. “We just need to lotion you up to protect your skin.” Jeremy applied the lotion to Jack’s entire lower body. He then told Warren he needed to assist another patient, and off he went.

Warren applied the lotion, starting where he was, at Jack’s shoulders, chest, and belly. It was an odd thing; Warren was noticing that as he tickled Jack’s nipples, Jack’s dick would bob up and down. Warren was not being funny, just very curious to see that a man’s nipples can be that sensitive. He was not trying to get sexual with Jack at all, only momentarily stuck in a state of fascination as he observed Jack’s physical reactions to his touch. It was like there was an electric wire running from Jack’s nipples to his dick.

Warren mumbled to himself, “My god, that’s amazing.” He lightly flicked Jack’s nipple with his fingernail, and Jack’s dick would stretch straight up, bob twice, and release a dribble of precum. “Wow. Amazing.” Again, Warren flicked Jack’s nipple and again Jack’s dick would stretch straight up, bob twice, and again release a dribble of precum.

“Knock, Knock, Knock! Hello; lunch is here,” a cheerful female voice called from the open door.

“Wait just a sec,” Warren yelled back. ”Say, it’s 3 p.m. Why are you bringing lunch now? Aren’t you three-hours late?” Warren questioned the food-cart woman.

“Mr. Saunders wasn’t feeling well at noon, so we took his lunch back to bring it now. Sorry to disturb you. The doctor doesn’t want him to skip a meal, so I’m here to feed him. My name is Sara. I feed the patients who can’t feed themselves,” she said as she stared at the handsome naked body with the full-blown boner pointing to the ceiling. She, too, became mesmerized at the sexy, hunky sight.

“But... but… I… I’m naked. Please tell her to go away. I don’t want to be seen by anyone now. Please.” Then Jack added in a whisper to Warren, “Besides, I think I might be getting an erection. At least cover me up. Please.”

“Look, Jack,” Warren whispered to his patient, “We are all hospital staff here. Nudity is nothing to any of us. And I can’t even offer to cover you up. This medical cream needs to dry in the air.”

“Look, Jack,” male nurse Warren said just after he finished bathing him, "We are all hospital staff here. Nudity is nothing to any of us. And I can’t even offer to cover you up. This medical cream needs to dry in the air. However, you are wrong; you are not erect.” Warren blatantly lied and continued to lie to Jack, thinking if he deceived him, he would feel less conspicuous and feel more relaxed. “The cream just gives you a warm tingly feeling, so you might think you are stimulated, but your penis is flat on your belly. Just don’t touch it. If you do, you will only be drawing attention to yourself.” Warren noticed that Jack’s lunch had arrived, and continued, “Just keep your hands away and let this nice lady feed you some good eatins.”

Warren got up, and as he left, he whispered to the nurse at the door with the food cart, “Look, Sara, Jack needs to stay uncovered for another 30 minutes. He is a little nervous about being naked in front of people. He even has a nervous erection. Please don’t mention that to him. It would only embarrass him. With his eyed bandaged and if he does not feel his private parts, he will likely believe us when we say he is not erect at all. OK?” Sara looked into the room and was startled at the patient’s tall standing penis. It just took her by surprise, but then she settled down and told Warren that it was fine; that she could handle it. She walked over to Jack’s bed and introduced herself.

Jack was lying on his hospital bed naked and totally uncovered with his huge erect dick pointing to the ceiling, though he believed Warren that he was not indecently. He felt relieved when the female nurse wheeled in the food cart to serve him his late lunch.

Sara pulled up a chair near the head of the bed and one more time looked at the blindfolded patient from head to sexy toes. “OK, Sweetie, open wide. We have some soup for you." Jack was hungry and gobbled it down. But just as soon as he began to eat, another female nurse poked her head into the room to ask Jack a quick question.

She did not even say her name, just asked abruptly, “Mr. Saunders, the barber is scheduling appointments for tomorrow morning. Since your eyes are all bandaged up, he can shave you if you’d like. It’s completely up to you. I just have to do a short form to schedule it.

Jack rubbed his cheeks and realized he must look pretty scruffy. He just spoke out to the unknown voice and said, “OK, that will be fine; sure, I suppose I need it.”

“OK, Mr. Saunders, let me just fill in the shave request here. She took a moment to savor the gorgeous man lying naked and all boned up before her. She was mesmerized but pretending not to be so enthralled and continued. “Okey-dokey, I wrote you up for tomorrow morning.” She paused, to scan the form for completeness, then added, “Oh, I need to know what type of shave. There are boxes here to check off for ‘leave a mustache,’ ‘long sideburns,’ ‘beard,’ and so on. I guess the barber is very accommodating. He can even do that five o’clock showdown look, would that be nice for you?” Jack did not have to think about that. He never wore facial hair and was sure that that rough shadow look would look awful in him, so he told her he just wanted to be shaved totally smooth.

The female voice, remaining at the door, responded, “That’s fine. I’ll just write a note on the bottom here, ‘Patient wants to be shaved totally smooth.’ That should do it, thank you, Mr. Saunders. I’ll leave this for the barber. Have a nice day.” And off she went all googly-eyed like a little schoolgirl.

With that distraction passed, Sara finished feeding Jack. But she did not want to leave immediately. She first wanted, somehow, to touch Jack’s amazing dick. Although, by this time he was relaxed enough to be flaccid, he still displayed a rather nice, beefy, 7-inch, cut dick. It isn’t that Sara was a sexed-up nurse; it’s just that she had been staring at it for half an hour. And it was just lying there resting, now quietly, on his lower belly, pointing up to his head, like it was waiting to be caressed. She wondered how she could manage to touch it without Jack being aware she was intentionally touching it. Then an idea came to her.

“All done. Now that was not bad; was it?” Jack shook his head no. “I’ll just clean up these things and go.” Jack heard a little clatter as she gathered up the few food plates and utensils. Then, in a pretend tone of excitement “Oops, I’m so sorry, Jack, I spilled some of the leftover applesauce on you. Let me get a cloth from the bathroom and wipe it up. Now don’t touch it or you’ll make a worst mess.” He heard her quick steps to the bathroom and run some water and return to his bedside. Jack held his hands hovering over his belly not knowing what to do or touch, not wanting to spread the mess even more. “I’m such a klutz. Just relax and let me get this for you.”

Without asking his permission (and why would she), she wiped up the applesauce on his chest which was all she needed to do to totally clean him up. She only spilled a tiny bit and it was now gone, but since Jack could not see, she acted like there was more of a mess spilled on his belly and dripping down over his groin. Jack felt the cloth wipe his chest, and now she was moving the cloth to his lower belly. “Oh dear, I made such a mess, didn’t I.” She lied to Jack. “This will turn sticky if I don’t wipe this completely." She then took a second clean dry cloth and continued to clean her pretend mess. Jack felt her lift up his flaccid dick and gently rub the soft material along the full length of his dick. Then she said, “Spread your legs a little, Honey; some dripped between them.” Jack complied, appreciating her help.

Jack felt the wonderful tickle soft cloth pass over his balls and all around the sensitive inside of his thighs. He was not aware his dick was growing more rigid. “Spread a little more, Honey. It did drip down under you.” Now, feeling a little embarrassed, he felt the cloth go under his balls and lightly, playfully tease them. It almost felt like a feather duster the way it tickled and teased his balls. “Lift your hips off the mattress a bit, Honey, so I can get it all.” And he did and held that position as he felt her wiping the pretend applesauce that was supposedly running under his butt. Jack’s dick was quickly growing stiff.

“There, almost done. Let me get some more warm water and do a final pass to avoid any sticky residue.” She scurried to the bathroom and returned with a now warm washcloth. She handled Jack’s now fully erect dick as if it were a gearshift knob of a sports car, and not so gently rubbed it from the base to the tip. Then she did more pretend wipes all around the balls again. Jack stuttered some sounds to try to get her to finish quickly and cover him up. He was so embarrassed because now he knew he had a full erection. Sara momentarily stopped her wiping, and removed her hands to leaned back a bit; she wanted to see the full result of all her erotic teasing. There it was. She softly spoke the word, “Eiffel Tower,” as she noticed his dick reaching, stretching toward the ceiling, like a column of steel. Sara was in awe. It was not that she sexually lusted over Jack; it was this strange and wonderful power she felt over this helpless, handsome, well-built patient who had eye surgery. She was emboldened to do as she wished, all under the cover of needing to clean him up.

Bandaged into Submission
Part 3 of or 3

Although the nurse who was feeding Jack was finished, she was now pretending to clean him up. Sara was in no hurry to leave the naked, sex, big-bonered patient. She lifted his balls and passed the tickling cloth under them. Sara was back to his dick with a dry towel and she gently wrapped it around his stiff pole and teased it to a maximum girth and length as she moved his car shift knob around in wide circles and finished up with it pointing, once again, at the ceiling. Sara was having hot flashes. She never knew playing with a helpless man’s penis would be so enlivening and erotically powerful. She could not resist a final reward for herself, a memento, if you will. Again she uttered to herself, “Eiffel Tower,” and told Jack, “Oh Honey, I see I missed a spot on your butt. Just lift your butt as high as you can off the mattress so I can wipe up that last glob of applesauce.”

Jack thought nothing of it, it was the last bit to clean up. He lifted his butt about 2 inches off the bed. “No, Honey, lift higher please.” He lifted another couple of inches so his body so only his shoulders and heels were touching the bed and his belly was now wonderfully curved up, like a bridge. Jack was strong, so he could hold that position ok. Sara starred at his might towering dick, now forced more powerfully to the ceiling. This was her “Eiffel Tower,” being shoved upward as she had him thrust his butt into the air and hold it there. Oddly, Jack was so concerned about hold this position steady that it never dawned on him that she never wiped under his butt. And, of course, with his eyes all tightly banded up, he had no clue that she took out her cell phone and snapped several photos of his towering “monument” to her. She even placed her smiling face next to his boner, held her cell way out, and took the selfie. She got her big thrill and was now satisfied with the souvenir photographs.

“OK, there we go. All cleaned up. Just don’t touch it. I use a disinfectant soap, so just let it dry by itself. I’ll lightly cover you with a sheet to protect your privacy.” Jack replied with appreciation and thanks, thinking Sara did her best to protect his modesty.

“Since you can’t see to press the nurse call button, I’ll leave your room door open in case you need to call for anyone.” Sara placed the sheet loosely over Jack’s body to cover him from just below his hard nipples down to covering his toes. She smiled as she intentionally placed the sheet to allow his upward pointing dick to stay that way, making a nice tent at his groin. She knew his erection would subside soon, but she enjoyed the idea of leaving the room with his dick standing at attention, saluting her.

Jack had a good night’s sleep, though he felt strange that he need to beat off. But that could not be done. His room door was always left open, and even if he quietly snuck his hands under the sheet and jerked off, how would he clean up? He had no towel, and could not see to discover the box of tissues on his side table. There would be cum all over the sheets. Wisely, he put it out of his mind, had erotic dreams, but never climaxed during the night. All was calm.

The next morning, Jack Saunders had a helper who came in to feed him breakfast. The young male helper also lead him to the bathroom and back again. It was uneventful, which suited Jack just fine. No one uncovered him or even touched his body. Maybe he had dreamed up yesterday’s sensations of erotica. Maybe it was the meds, he thought to himself. Sometime before lunch, he could never tell what part of the day it was due to his eyes being bandaged from surgery, he heard the “pill lady” come by to give him his meds. “Here you go, Mr. Saunders, your meds.” She handed him a tiny paper cup with a few pills in it and then a cup of water. “These may cause you to be a little light-headed since you have not had lunch yet. It’s a relaxant so you don’t get fidgety and move around too much.” Jack just nodded, not caring too much about anything. He was back to being bored since he could not read the paper, watch TV, or see anything.

He had dozed off and was awakened by a loud voice, sounded to him like a Latino. “The barber here, Mr. Saunters.” Mispronouncing his name, “May I call you Mister Jack?” The booming voice said with a heavy Spanish accent. Jack was groggy from just waking up, and a little looped from the meds he took a few hours ago. He was not in the mood to converse. However, he didn’t want to come across as rude, so he politely acknowledged the man, whose name was Carlos.

“Thanks, Carlos, you want me to sit up or sit on the edge of the bed?” Jack asked speaking slowly and not all the clearly.

“No, Mister Jack, you are patient. I do all work. I have my own way to do this. I’ve been a barber, cut hair for many years, so you just lay back, relax, I promise no nick you.” Carlos joked. Jack smiled. “Let’s see, Mister Jack.” Carlos looked over the form on his clipboard, “Form say you get full shave, and you no want any mustache or beard. I guess Doctor what that for you. Es Correcto?” Carlos asked. Jack just nodded in agreement not really in the mood for displaying cheerfulness. “Why you no want mustache, Mister Jack? Doctor leave that part to you. He require full, smooth shaving but doctor say you can choose face hair if you want. You would look good with mustache. No?” Jack just mumbled in a low, sleepy voice, “Shave it all off.” Jack wondered, but only briefly, if the barber was going to use shaving cream and a traditional straight razor, or a disposable razor, or maybe an electric razor. But it was not important to him.

“Okay, Mister Jack, you boss, I begin start shave you now. Just try not to move please.” Jack, being blinded by the wrap-around eye bandages from his eye surgery, found it easy just to let go and relax. He felt the sheet covering his nude body pulled down to his waist. The cool air felt good on his chest. He thought the moderately hot cloth just placed on his face, just below the eye bandages, was soothing, too. It was removed in a couple of minutes, and soon Carlos applied shaving cream to his face. Then Carlos used a disposable razor to gently shave his face, then some pleasant smelling after-shave lotion was patted on him.

As Carlos was preparing to do his job, Jack’s thoughts were occupied with his up-coming lunch. When you are blindfolded with bandages and can see nothing, do nothing; you are bored. The only event that offers any interest is mealtime. He had enjoyed the hospital food, even though most people don’t. He was read a menu yesterday, so he could select what he wanted for each meal today. He had several choices. He could select from a short list of items what he wanted for his main course, side dish, dessert, and beverage. Of course, his favorite beverage was coffee. God! Did he love his coffee. But he could not remember from yesterday what he chose for lunch today. He was a bit spaced-out with the meds he was given, so that may have set his mind off to wonder about such insignificant subjects such as food.

“Buzzzzz.” Jack’s chest tickled from something vibrating on his chest. It was moving back and forth and then circling his nipples. Jack giggled and moved his hands to stop what was tickling him. “No, Mister Jack. Just stay still while I shave your chest like your doctor’s wrote on form. I try not to tickle you. I go fast. Just calm, OK.” Carlos spoke most pleasantly. “Besides, if I shave all your body, you need be still.” The words, “shave all your body,” did not register with Jack.

There was Jack, naked in the hospital, his eyes bandaged from eye surgery. And in came Carlos, the hospital barber who did not speak English all that well. There was confusion because when the nurse asked him yesterday if he wanted to be shaved, he was offered the choice of having a light beard or mustache. Jack simply said he wanted to be shaved totally smooth, meaning, just his face. The nurse entered that line, “shave totally smooth,” on the shave request form and it was interpreted that he needed to be shaved from his face to his groin. Worst, Carlos thought the body shave request was actually a requirement from Jack’s doctor. Jack was on some meds that made him a little lightheaded and loopy and didn’t understand what was going on. After the barber shaved his face, he began to shave his chest.

“Shave my chest?” Jack asked in surprise, “But why? Besides, it tickles.” Jack could not help chuckling and remained confused. That made Carlos chuckle also.

“I not know why. I no your doctor. So, is Ok for me to continue, Mister Jack? I do an especial job, take care no hurt you.” It really was not a request for permission that Carlos was seeking. He knew that hospital policy was to carry out all doctor’s orders. Neither Jack, nor the nurse who incorrectly filled on the shave request realized that “shave totally smooth,” meant that the patient needed to be shaved completely, except for arms and legs, and the top of his head, of course. It would take another doctor’s order to change it, but there was no reason to request a change since no one was considering it a mistake. Jack resigned himself to comply with the misstated doctor’s orders, thinking this was indeed from his doctor. Under the effect of his meds, he was not thinking too clearly, and it really did not matter to him.

Carlos was trying to shave Jack’s chest, but, at least for the moment, Jack needed a break, he was just too ticklish to have those vibrating clippers work around his sensitive nipples. Carlos was smiling at Jack’s little-kid reaction to being unintentionally tickled. “OK, Mister Jack. Let’s do you back first and we leave your chest for later. Here, let me help you turn on your belly.” Jack didn’t give it a thought, as to why he was turning over. He was just relieved to be lying on his front side so his nipples could not be assaulted. He was glad to stop giggling, as he lay completely naked on his belly, totally uncovered.

The first thing he felt was Carlos spreading his legs wide apart. Then he felt the cool foamy cream applied to his ass crack. Next, he felt Carlos’s fingertips, on one hand, spread open his ass cheeks and the razor gently cleared his most private manly valley of hair. Carlos was gentle and careful and made numerous passes to shave off as much hair as possible.

Jack was put off at the shaving that he was told was part of his doctor’s orders. He was trying to figure out why his doctor wanted his chest, and now his ass cheeks and ass crack cleared of body hair. The meds he was given earlier to relax him where probably a little too strong for him since he felt it was like a strong buzz from alcoholic drinks. It’s not as if he did not care about what was happening to him, it’s just that he was having trouble comprehending what should and should not be happening to him. Worse, he was having trouble communicating with the Latino barber.

Every time Jack tried to formulate a specific thought, his dick would start to become erect in response to the tickling from the carefully scrapping razor moving along his ass crack which had the effect of gently massaging his ass hole. Jack would moan. He was on his belly, his ass in the air. Carlos was doing his best to “follow the doctor’s orders” and strip this patient of all his body hair, from his face to his groin, and Jack’s dick was how growing stiffer and longer. Since it was elongating down on the surface of the mattress, stretching toward his feet, at least it was not sticking up, and Carlos, he thought, would not even notice it.

“OK, mi amigo, your doctor should be happy with that,” Carlos said with a smile, not really trying to be funny or to embarrass the patient. And Jack was correct; the barber never noticed his erection. “Now, let us turn you over to finish up on your front.” Carlos just gently rolled him over and then centered him on the bed, belly side up totally naked, even with his hospital room door open.

“Dios Mio!” Carlos exhaled in surprise, under his breath, as he caught first sight of Jack’s ridged dick standing tall. “Lo que un enorme pene!” Carlos tried to keep his shock to himself. He did not want his eye-bandaged patient to be embarrassed to know he had a huge erection since Jack was lying there, somewhat drugged and seemingly unaware of it.

On the positive side, Carlos realized that a stretched erect dick was much easier to shave around than a folded-over flaccid dick. So he said nothing to Jack, took out some shaving cream and a disposable razor and proceeded to lather him up and shave him around his boner.

“Carlos, I’m fine down there. I don’t need to be shaved. Aren’t we done?” Jack said with a bit of desperation, not wanting the barber to touch his private parts.

“Ah… Senór Jack, your doctor has ordered no hair down here. OK, mi amigo? I have no choice, but do what doctor say.” Carlos shaved all around Jack’s dick, and then along the shaft and then gently lifted his balls with one hand and smeared shaving cream all around them. Then he lightly pulled on the balls to stretch out the skin and shaved them smooth.

Jack moaned with pleasure and began leaking precum. “Carlos, please... please don’t touch… my… my… ah…" Jack spoke pleadingly with a trembling voice. Carlos worked quickly to avoid any further embarrassment from Jack, as well as to avoid any unnecessary stimulation that might cause him to climax. He shaved all around that area and removed all Jack’s pubic hair. Finally, he was done. Carlos, not sure what to think about Jack’s now stiff, dripping boner pointing to the ceiling, still needed to pat on shaving lotion to prevent irritation. Carlos wisely surmised that any more stimulation and Jack’s dick would explode.

True, Jack was raising and lowering his hips, unconsciously humping the air, but at least, Carlos thought, with Jack’s blinding bandages he would not really know he was so erect. Sure, he thought Jack was feeling erotic and his dick was probably tingling, but since Jack could not see, and he was not touching himself, he would not realize he had a huger boner. The only thing left to do was apply a small bit of soothing lotion the shaved areas. Carlos rubbed a little in his palms and patted some on Jack’s chest including his nipples, then all around Jack’s balls and he had Jack raise his hips and he reached under and patted lotion along his ass crack, as far as he could gently reach. Jack’s dick started bobbing back and forth.

Carlos, noticing the erotic dancing, begging dick, hurried to apply lotion up and down this towering boner, trying to be oh so gentle not to trigger it. He carefully rubbed it up and down lightly to finish his job. Jack’s hips were actually off the mattress as he was involuntarily shoving his fully edged boner up to find some firm friction to set it off. Even without that added touch, it was too late. Jack’s erotic need clicked into automatic. He spewed various primal moans and grunts that signaled to Carlos that his impending climax was beyond the point of no return.

“Santa Madre de Dios!” Carlos uttered as the human volcano began to erupt. He could not retract his hand quickly enough to prevent his patient’s explosion. He stepped back and watched in amazement, volley after volley of Jack’s manly juice blast into the air several feet and land all over his chest and face. Jack’s body shook and twitched in the process, which fully released all his pent-up energy. Jack physically and emotionally collapsed into the soothing, calming darkness of quiet restful sleep.

Carlos, feeling awkward, cleaned up the sleeping patient’s cum, covered him with the sheet, packed up his barber equipment, and quickly left the room. Jack, lay there, dead to the world and oblivious of the impending erotic event that tomorrow morning would bring when the two male nurses show up to give him his daily bath.

The End

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