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Rehab
by Emile
Copyright 2010
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When Cooper and Nesto were rescued, it was all over the media. The two rugged adventurous backpackers, missing from their alpine trek, the hint of latin swarthiness in one close up, viking fairness in the other, the grainy photo on the mountain, in brotherly embrace. Then the news they had been holed up in that cellar for months, rescued in a daring raid under the flash of flares and smoke, the glare of TV cameras, the stunned grey blue eyes, the teary greens, the hint of flesh and bruises above the medics blankets. They were barely tucked into their hospital beds, when the story leaked out how they were fucked and forced to fuck each other, all sorts of unmentionable things, which were lasciviously hinted at on every news channel instead. There was something about moral outrage and graphic sexual detail which just made headlines sell themselves, and the two hunky friends were daily specials from coast to coast.
But their medical examination was days long, and news is fleeting. Long before bones can set and bruises heal, the story had been dropped, let alone any follow up on the long road to recovery that lay ahead. So when they limped out of the hospital together, each leaning on the others shoulder as a show of solidarity, as they exited the door into the sunshine for the first time in a season, only Nesto's parents were there, doting and hugging, unaware (or wilfully blind) to the cause of his 'accident'. Coop's remained pointedly absent. But Nesto's folks jabbered enough for the both of them, propelling them forward with good cheers and well wishes, until they arrived at the curb.
It was the van that first struck Cooper - not the banged up car that Nesto's papi usually drove, but a big white delivery van, door open. Then the orderlies either side, who they'd at first ignored, like so many hospital staff that lingered at the front, usually smoking. But these two weren't puffing away, just waiting, either side of the door. Without knowing why, both Nesto and Cooper pulled back, but they were already there, and with Nesto's parents still thrusting them forward, and the orderlies now gripping their arms, they kept plunging on into the van. They both still had sinewy muscles, but lacked strength from their confinement. The last words they heard Nesto's mom say were that she'd come and visit in a month, and then, in a moment, they were inside, the door rolled closed.
Nesto and Cooper sat there dumbly on the plastic seat, facing a chubby looking nurse who smiled warmly with her mouth, though coldly with her eyes. On her pin, beneath "Nurse Brest Litovsk" read "Northwood Rehabilitation Clinic".
"Now young men, as you are no doubt aware, the state has your every need in hand, from trauma counselling to physical therapy, and that doesn't end with your discharge. Given the severity of your ... situation ... your doctors have admitted you for a three month rehabilitation session with us at Northwood, where we will endeavour to slowly undo that awful damage done by that terrible man..."
Cooper's sphincter clenched at the last part, or tried to clench anyway, sending a shiver and a jolt of pain up his spine. Nesto meanwhile was tugging absently at a loose thread in the goodwill clothing they'd been given, in the absence of a stitch of clothing of their own. "Ah yes" Nurse Brest said "you can take off those clothes for starters. " The two mates did not know what to do, they were in a cramped jolting van, only inches away from a matronly woman, asking them to strip in front of her. She rummaged around beside her, and some vague source of obedience kicked in, from the cellar or the hospital, or years of check-ups, where they both found themselves reluctantly stripping naked, and folding their clothes next to them, while they clasped their privates with their spare hand, waiting to receive the smocks the was no doubt about to hand them.
But she finished rummaging, and seeing them both seated naked, reached forward with a punctual smile and took away their clothing, pushing it into the bag she had pulled out for that purpose. "Now we at Northwood understand how uncomfortable clothing can be for those that have been forced to stay naked for so long. We have a twelve step program for reintroducing you to clothes starting from next week." They couldn't believe their ears. "What, we have to stay naked?" Nesto choked out. "It's for your own good" Nurse Brest said reflexively, but paused, correcting herself. "Oh, still me, of course not dears." She reached down, pulling out two white lanyards from the bag, with a big silver "R" hanging from each. "Here, you must wear one of these each, at all times. They each reached out, trying futilely to hide their drooping dorks from her as they did, and slipped the lanyards over their necks. The white cord chafed against the rope burns on their collars, and the silver tag tugged down heavily between their pecs. "Yes I can see even that is uncomfortable for you, I'll let your treating doctor know of course, but it's absolutely necessary, so the security people don't think you're one of the addicts relapsing. We've had some terrible accidents before, they can be quite trigger happy, so just keep that on, and you should be fine. Not to worry, the wards are well heated, sometimes overheated I think, but then I'm still clothed, and you won't have grounds privileges for weeks yet anyway."
The three sat there in silence for a while, the two boys shivering in their naked flesh, watching the van turn on to a country road. In the commotion, they had missed the turn off from the freeway, and neither quite knew where they were. As trees streamed past them, the nurse folded over her clipboard, and coughed to get their attention. "Now before we arrive, there are a couple of questions for you to answer, which will make our job easier. Don't worry if you can't answer all of them, we can take the measurements ourselves, but it's much easier this way. So, you first, Hooper." "Cooper". She smiled wanly, making no effort to correct the form. "Of course. So for your anal fitting, do you know the dimensions of the largest object you had inserted in your rectum?" Cooper blanched. "Excuse me? I don't understand..." The nurse smiled again, cutting him off. "Well usually they are measured in length and circumference, or sometimes diameter, say 8 inches by 3 inches, for example." Her clinical tone made the mental image of an 8 inch cuntrammer clatter into both of the traumatised hunks minds, making them shiver again. It wouldn't be long before they'd be shivering uncontrollably. "Uh," "Call me Miss Brest if you wish". "Um, Miss, I mean I don't see why you need to know that..."
"Oh, that's quite simple boys, the doctors reports both say you've been terribly stretched - down there - and it takes a long time to regain elasticity once you've been hurt like that - it's impossible for you to control your normal bodily functions. At Northwood, we will fit you with a suppository to stop - accidents, you know - until your body can recover. Cooper was ashen. "What, like a tampon?" The woman cackled. "Heavens no. You have to practice squeezing your muscles every night just to get any change there at all. A pad would be useless for that. No, the anal fitting will be dimensioned just a wee bit smaller than your orifice, and every week we will adjust it downwards, until it reaches ordinary dimensions..." Both Nesto and Cooper were clenching their fists, thighs and arse knots together now, helplessly spinning into a worse place than they had imagined. "What, you mean you want to shove a 13 inch dildo up my chute again, for therapy?" Cooper yelled, half raised from his seat. The driver cocked his head, but the nurse placed a pudgy hand on his chest, pushing him back down again. His ballbag had slipped between his thighs in the motion, and he sat heavily, wincing as they were crushed under his leg, now that they dangled much lower than before. He reached down to adjust but his hand was knocked away in one efficient motion, as she explained. "Don't be silly dear, if the last object you took was 13 inches, then we would go down to the next size for certain, and we don't use dildos, dear, they're for promiscuous sex. We use dongs." "The next size down? Dongs?" Cooper had broken out into a sweat. "Yes dear" she said, writing carefully. "At least 12 and a half, maybe 12. Then we'll review in a week. Now, how thick did you say it was?" Cooper sobbed.
"Meanwhile, Ernesto is it, we have some exercises to make you proud of your body again. So I want you to lean back in the seat, reach your arms up to the ceiling, and then bring your heels up and tuck them on either side of your bottom." Nesto's jaw dropped. "But you will see everything..." Nurst Brest smiled again. "Yes dear, that is the point. You might as well practice now, as the doctors will expect you to sit like that from now on." A stronger man would have snapped, or pleaded, or just flat out refused. But the pair had been broken in that cellar, and were reverting to type. As Nesto slowly brought one heel up under his buttcheek, his large prong rolled out from under his hand, dangling in midair, arching obscenely forward. His ballbag dropped, the bloated orbs hanging in midair, inches away from his fleshy shaft. He brought the other leg up, slowly raising his hands. Despite his hairy legs, the nurse could now see his denuded pubes, ripped of almost all its hair, except a few scraggly tufts high above the dickroot - no more than five or six hairs in each clump. He raised his hands further, revealing similarly stripped armpits, wet with perspiration."Good. Feel better?" She asked blithely. He shook his head, crushingly exposed. "Well, with time perhaps. Now if your arms get tired, just drop them behind your head and hold on to your neck." Nesto did so, still completely exposed.
"Now you" she said to Cooper. "Uh, fff..three inches diameter" he mumbled. "She gave him a wry look. "Now now, don't be coy. I heard that fff of fffour ... or was it ffive?" "FOUR" he shouted, almost too quick. "Well, well, there you have it. Quite a choad" she said. Cooper was confused - she said choad? was that a medical term? "But that isn't what I meant dear" she continued. "I meant the exercises. For your self esteem. He reluctantly began raising his knees and arms, his own wrist-thick porker dangling down, only his trapped nutsack tethering it a bit closer to his body than Nesto's. "My you look like two monkeys" she cackled again. "No, that won't do. Hooper, why don't you reach down and grab your ankles instead, and just set your feet a bit further apart, until your knees sit in the crook of your arms. Much better. My aren't you both a sight! I wonder why he kept you uncut? The sex addicts will certainly take to you! Oh, but don't worry, I'm only joking, the wards are strictly single sex only, and we have very few gay addicts at the moment, so you just have to fend off the hornier straight ones. Ha! I amuse myself. Of course we'll be plugging and taping those members down for you anyway soon, just until we get you into a routine. Now, it looks like we're almost here already, and we've barely finished the first question. Sorry Nesto, looks like we'll have to measure you the old fashioned way, if we can find the speculum. Now boys, you can lower your feet and relax, we're almost here. Look, the orderlies are coming out to greet us. Smile, this is just the first step on the road to recovery..."
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