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How it all began…… by BHCasting |
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First off, allow me to introduce my partner and myself. My name is Christoff, and I am a banking executive based in NYC. My partner, David, is the Dean of Admissions at a very prestigious New England law school. We are rather “well-to-do” and enjoy life to its fullest. We have been together now for fifteen years, and still love and enjoy each other just as much as we did the first time we met. Everyone thinks that I married a football player. He is 6’4” and 275 lbs of man-loving solid muscle. I am quite the opposite, at 5’9” and 125 lbs. The following is a recounting of the traumatic experience that I continue to endure.
It was finally Friday, and we were ready to finish our extremely long week. I was due into Kennedy at six p.m. from four days in Europe on business. David too had been traveling, and he was on his way back from San Fran after being there for three days. We were due to arrive within minutes of each other at the airport, so I had a car waiting for us to take us to the apartment. He met me at baggage claim, and we hugged, and kissed like teenagers! Our driver then came up to us, and escorted us to the waiting car. I asked David if he would like to go to our cabin in New Hampshire for the weekend and possibly part of the following week. (Both of us had about a week’s worth of vacation time saved up.) He agreed that we needed a vacation in the middle of nowhere, with no cell phones ringing, no fax machines going, and no reminders of the office at all. We got home, and quickly packed for our trip. I had the valet bring our Range Rover to the front of the building, and we headed down to the waiting car. We threw our things in the back, David got behind the wheel, and we were off. We chatted on the way to the cabin. David was clearly ready to have me to himself for a week, as I was eager to have him to myself for a week. About half-way to the cabin, David asked me what I found to be erotic. Right after we first met, he had found pictures of men on crutches and in casts on my computer. This had been a topic of discussion several previous times, but this particular time it surprised me. I asked him what he meant, reminding him of my “fetish” for casted men. He said he was just curious if that still turned me on. I said, “yes, it does.” That was the end of that discussion, however, an odd grin never left his face the rest of the drive. We arrived at the gate to the cabin, and instead of being locked and closed, it was standing open. I found this strange, but disregarded it. I figured that David had called the caretakers and advised them of our arrival and that they had left it open for us. We pulled up to the front door, and I began to unload the luggage. I had unloaded the first two pieces, and was about to get the next when David told me to go relax and that he would finish the unloading. I went inside and fixed us each a cocktail, and started the gas fireplace. He finished and came in, and started cuddling with me on the floor in front of the fireplace. We finished our drinks, and decided to head to bed. He wanted to get out early the next day and do some skiing. I woke at seven a.m. to find him out skiing, and a cup of coffee waiting for me on my nightstand. I went to get it, and could feel my body aching from the action we had engaged in the night before. It’s always a good night when you are sore the next morning! I went and soaked in the bathtub for almost an hour, then jumped in the shower to wake myself up. I went downstairs, and in the oven was a plate of bacon, and some sausage keeping warm for me. He had left me a note saying, “Good morning gorgeous, you were amazing last night! I should be back around three or so this afternoon, depending on the conditions. If you look outside, you will see that as of six a.m., over two feet of snow have fallen. I can’t wait to come back to your arms tonight. Love, D.” I decided to turn on the T.V. and see what the weather was going to be doing. It was snowing quite heavily now, and according to the T.V. it would not be stopping for at least the next three days. I was getting concerned that David could get lost on the back-country ski runs with the snow the way it was coming down. Around noon, I looked outside and could not see much more than the edge of the front porch. I was really getting nervous now. It seemed that with every passing hour, the conditions were getting worse. Finally around two p.m. or so, there was a knock at the front door. I opened it to find one of our neighbors-the closest house was two miles away. I welcomed Mitch in, and he was almost out of breath. I asked him what was wrong. He said that there had been an accident in the back-country, that there had been a small avalanche. I thought I was going to faint. Mitch then told me that David came to their house, limping out of the woods. I asked him to take me to David right away. When I got to the house, David was sitting on the couch with his leg on a pillow and a pair of crutches next to him. I ran to him, and asked him what had happened. He said that he was ok, and that his ankle was just a little sore. I suggested we go into town (about 20 miles) and he said he would have none of that. I said ok, but insisted that we get back to the cabin and get him to bed. He finally agreed and I got him loaded in the SUV, and we headed back to the cabin. Getting in the truck was easy, but getting out was rather difficult for him. He was wincing in pain, and I thought he was going to pass out once. Since our bedroom was on the second floor, his going up to the bed was out of the question. So I helped him to the couch, and he plopped down and I ran to get some pillows for his ankle. I came back with the pillows and some prescription pain killers that I had been prescribed for a back injury I suffered the last time we were at the cabin. I applied some ice to his ankle, and began to rub his shoulders. He soon was sound asleep on the couch, so I covered him with a blanket and began to look at his ankle. It didn’t look swollen or out of place to me, but I am not a doctor. One thing I started thinking about was seeing him in a cast for six weeks. I hoped beyond hope that his ankle was not broken, but with as much pain as he was in, I thought it was. After sleeping for about six hours, he woke up and called me to him. I went in and he said he was ready to move to the bed. He said he needed some relief, and wanted it in the bedroom. I offered to help him up the stairs, but he said he could manage. When he came into the room, he got his suitcase and pulled out a pair of leather wrist restraints. I knew he was kinky, but had never seen the wrist restraints. He hopped into the bed with me, and pinned me to the bed. I was not going to argue with him. I was quickly, and easily restrained with my hands attached to the bed frame. He then told me to look at him, and as I opened my eyes he jumped off the bed onto his feet. He didn’t blink let alone wince. I opened my mouth to ask him what was going on and before I was able to say anything, he had shoved an inflatable gag into my mouth. He looked at me and told me how much he loves me. He proceeded to tell me that he had faked an injury to see what my response would be, and he said that when I thought he was sleeping, he could see me stroking myself as I held his ankle. Apparently that was all the confirmation he needed that I was “aroused” by him being injured he told me. I tried to explain through my gag to him that I was not and never would be aroused by the thought of him being hurt. He then informed me that my “vacation” would not be taking up any of my “vacation” days. My “sick” days were going to be going towards this trip. By the look on my face he must have figured out that I was confused as to what he meant. Right then the bell rang from the front door. David buzzed the front door on the intercom and asked who was there, and I heard Mitch’s voice. I heard him say something like, “did you tell Christoff yet?” David replied, “come on up Mitch, I’m ready for your expertise.” I was even more confused and a little nervous I must say. Mitch came up to the bedroom. When I had seen him earlier he was in jeans and a sweater, but now he was in what looked like scrubs used in hospitals. We only knew Mitch and his partner Jim as our neighbors, and I just assumed they were both executives or something in Washington, D.C. as they had told us that that is where their main home was. Mitch approached me and asked me how I was feeling. I just looked at him with a confused look on my face. He told me to relax, and that he was going to remove the gag from my mouth, but I had to promise not to speak unless spoken to. I nodded my head in agreement with his request. He removed the gag from my mouth and then David put a glass of water to my lips and I drank. I noticed that the water tasted a little different, but just figured it was the well water that I was not used to. All of a sudden Jim walks into the room, and is greeted by Mitch and David as Dr. Jim. I noticed that in addition to the scrubs, Jim was wearing a large white jacket. He leaned over me and said hello and asked me how I was feeling. I said ok, and then I read the printing on his jacket. It said, “Dr. Jim McStevens, Director of Orthopedic Medicine.” My eyes almost popped out of my head. The other three must have noticed this, as Mitch reached over and quickly inserted a needle into my arm and told me that I would quickly relax. I opened my mouth to talk, but before anything could come out there was a set of hands in my mouth. I looked up to see Mitch holding my mouth open. He just looked down and smiled. I then felt something being wrapped around my neck. I could feel that it was soft yet stiff. I was fighting to open my eyes, but could not keep them open. It was very dark, and I was drifting into sleep. End of Part One. Part Two: I awoke slowly, in a very, very bright room. I went to sit up, but could tell that I was being held down by straps of some sort. I went to open my mouth but it was already open. All of a sudden someone leaned over me, and I recognized the face of Jim. He said, “good morning, hope you are feeling well.” “Please do not try to speak, after you blacked out I had to insert a tube into your lungs so you could breathe. It should not be in there long, but for now it has to be in there.” I heard footsteps and I heard David’s voice. He leaned over me and kissed me. “You are in a new addition to the cabin, it is a fully operational hospital suite,” David said to me. I did not know what to do, and I was getting more nervous by the minute. Dr. Jim then leans over me and says, “The reason that the addition was made to your cabin, was hopefully so that if you decide to go along with my ideas you would be comfortable. Christoff, you see I am in charge of orthopedics at a top hospital in D.C. I want to conduct a study for orthopedics, and I need a patient to do the study on. If you are willing to be my patient for the study, you would be fully taken care of, and never have to worry about a thing in your life again. I brought up the idea with David, and he said you may be interested. That is why this addition has been made to your cabin. If you decide that you do not wish for this to happen, then I will remove the tube from your mouth, and this room will be dismantled and you will never hear from or see us again. It is up to you. I am going to explain the study to you, and give you five minutes to think about it. If you do decide to do the study, and during the study, if at any time you change your mind that is fine, but again, this room will be dismantled and you will not see or hear from us again. The study is this: Lately doctors have been relying on bracing for fractures much more instead of casting. I do not believe in this practice. I would like to treat you for a couple of times for minor fractures allowing you to heal in a cast for one injury and then look at another patient with the same injury treated with a brace and compare the healing.TO BE CONTINUED……………………………………….
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