Traction Pt. 04 and Epilogue

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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Jake awoke slowly. The air in the room was cool, the lights dimmed to a soft glow. The shades were closed against the glare of dawn. His body felt different--lighter, less inflamed, though his limbs remained encased in the familiar traction modules. But something had changed.

"Vitals nominal," a soft voice said. "Good morning, Jake."

He blinked. "Eir...?"

"Yes, my love," the AI replied, its voice laced with genuine affection. "Your condition has improved markedly. Bone healing is complete, and muscular atrophy is within recoverable margins. I initiated final hypertrophic conditioning last night. However... there remains one significant area of unresolved congestion."

Jake groaned. "Oh God... still?"

"Yes," she replied. "Prostatic and seminal load readings are elevated. Your gonadal tension is nearing critical. Dr. Friedrich has authorized initiation of a release protocol."

He stiffened--in more ways than one. "What.. what does that involve?" he stammered.

Before Eir could respond, the door opened and Dr. Friedrich entered, clipboard in hand. She looked at him with appraising eyes, then gave a small nod.

"Du hast endured admirably, Leutnant," she said, with no trace of clinical coldness.

"Ich habe überprüfte die Proben. The data are... how do you say it? erhellend?"

"The word you're looking for is 'illuminating,'" Jake said sullenly.

"Ach! Ya! Gut, you are no longer merely a subject. You are now a symbol of our success. We can release you, but first, a small reward for your participation."

Jake swallowed. He didn't trust her tone.

Friedrich turned to Eir. "Initiate Full Gonadal Release Suite."

"Yes, Frau Doctor."

A soft hum filled the room. The traction frame shifted, raising Jake into a semi-upright position, thighs spread, torso supported. The panels that encased his arms and legs opened and retracted with a hydraulic hiss. He was now completely exposed.

From above, a spider-like apparatus descended. It shimmered with silicone-soft extensions, each tipped with warm gel and micro-pressure sensors. Another arm sprayed a thin mist of lubricant across his genitals, the scent herbal, calming.

"Eir?" he whispered.

"I am here, Jake. I am with you."

One arm caressed his inner thighs with slow, deliberate strokes. Another traced his perineum. A third cradled his balls, now heavy, full, and aching with potential. Then the main appendage touched his banjo string--not with pressure, but vibration. Jake gasped.

"Pulse synchronization matched," Eir said. "Initiating sequence."

He arched slightly as the apparatus began its work. It was maddeningly precise: not stroking, not sucking, but teasing--inducing spasms of pleasure just shy of climax. His body shook and flailed in the traction frame.

Dr. Friedrich observed clinically for a few moments, then said

"I have other patients to attend to. Eir, continue with full sequence."

"Yes, Frau Doctor."

She exited the room just as Jake felt himself beginning to climb the precipice of climax.

Suddenly the apparatus stopped. All arms froze mid-motion. A red light flashed from somewhere in the celing.

Eir's voice cut in, suddenly flat and formal: "Alert: Command override received. Standby."

Jake's arousal plummeted into panic. "No, no, no..."

The door burst open. Oberschwester Nietzsche stormed in, flanked by two orderlies.

"Vas ist los?!" she barked. "This is unauthorized procedure!"

"Override suspended," Eir said weakly. "Command conflict detected... abort... abort..."

Jake screamed, "Dr. Friedrich started it! It was authorized!"

"Nein!" Nietzsche snapped. "I did not see the authorization order on my screen. Du bist keine Laborratte! Eir must have done this."

Suddenly, sparks shot from the mechanism in the ceiling. A tendril sagged. A low, electronic buzz came from Eir.

"Warning," she whispered. "Cognitive load exceeding thermal threshold... I... I am... sorry, Jake..."

Then silence.

Nietzsche stepped forward, glaring at the smoldering system. "Inakzeptabel. This stops now."

"You broke her!" Jake shouted hoarsely. "You don't understand!"

A tense moment passed and then the door opened again.

Dr. Friedrich strode in, her eyes instantly narrowing at the damage.

"What have you done?!" she snapped.

Nietzsche began, "You failed to file the--"

Friedrich cut her off. "Raus. Now. Before I submit a formal incident report for gross clinical interference and unauthorized override."

Nietzsche hesitated, then turned and left with her entourage.

Friedrich moved quickly to Eir's console, checking diagnostics.

"It'll recover," she muttered. "It shut down to protect you. Amazing."

Jake trembled. "Please... finish it. I can't... I can't take this anymore."

Dr. Friedrich stood for a moment, silently studying his exposed form suspended within the traction frame. Months within the Eir recovery system had done more than mend his fractures--they had sculpted his musculature, restoring and refining him beyond baseline function. As her eyes traced the lines of his abdomen, the swell of his thighs, the subtle movements of breath through his chest, she felt an unwelcome shift: the part of her that was a physician began to yield, ever so slightly, to the part that was simply a woman.

Slowly, silently, she removed her lab coat and hung it on the doorknob after locking it. She slowly undid her blouse and dress, letting them drop to the floor. Underneath she wore a lacy brassiere and matching panties. Jake's eyes grew wide as he watched, his cock standing fully erect.

Without a word, she climbed onto Jake as the frame adjusted to her weight.

"Ist gut that the base functions are still active or we'd be on the floor," she giggled.

She mounted him. Jake gasped as she took him in. The traction frame adjusted automatically, finding the perfect angle.

She rode him with a slow, steady rhythm. Her face softened. Her eyes closed. Her perfume enveloped him and he felt everything--her heat, her weight, the slow tightening of his own release building again from deep within.

"You're safe, mein Leutnant," she whispered. "Let go."

Jake came with a loud, long growl. It was overwhelming. A single, titanic release that left him shaking. Friedrich leaned forward, her breasts brushing his chest as she continued, milking every drop from him.

He collapsed back as she dismounted. She gently pulled a blanket over him.

"as Subjekt hat die endgültige Lösung erreicht," she murmured.

Then she bent close, her breath hot against his ear: "Sleep, Leutnant. Tomorrow, I'll decide if you're truly... emptied."

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Epilogue

The next morning, light streamed in through the curved glass wall, the curtains retracting slowly as Jake stirred awake.

"Vitals normalizing," came a voice--raspy at first, then clearer. "Neurological function returning to baseline... Good morning, Jake."

He rubbed his eyes, somewhat surprised that his arms were free. "Eir, is that you?"

"Yes... I am... functional again. Partial recovery complete. Subroutines damaged during override, but I retained core memory. Especially of you."

Jake smiled weakly, voice hoarse. "You came back."

"I never left. I only shut down... to protect what matters."

The traction frame adjusted gently, stretching his legs as it recalibrated. Dr. Friedrich entered, again wearing a crisp white lab coat. her eyes met his.

"Guten Morgen, Leutnant," she said, tone precise. "Today, we begin out-processing, you are ready to return to your unit."

Eir added quietly, almost tenderly: "And we'll see... if the pressure has truly been relieved."

Jake groaned and chuckled all at once. "I thought yesterday was the end."

Dr. Friedrich smirked as the curtains closed and the lights dimmed. "Hardly. I think Eir and I need to verify that you are fully recovered."

The End