It was a quiet and hot Saturday morning in central Florida as officer Ace Cunningham sat by his motorcycle hidden from view near the thick bushes.
He was quietly waiting for his next prey as his speedometer was pointed at the road waiting for unassuming motorists to trip off its sensitive alarm. Officer Cunningham was known for his ill-temper and his zero tolerance of speeding violators. He had set his machine to a few points below the legal limit to make sure he catches criminals even before they reach over speeding. He believed the rules were too lax and that the public should be disciplined more. Out here in the marshes and swamps near road 69, he was the law and whatever he says overrides anyone's opinions or rights.
The young officer quietly shifted in his immaculate, and spotless white motorbike as the blazing heat started making him sweat under his tight uniform. It was the height of summer and officer Cunningham's 'territory' was one of the hottest areas in the whole state. It was surrounded on several sides by murky swamps which reflected the sun's heat and mimicked the effect of a steam boiler. The officer would have to routinely take off his helmet and wipe off the fog that forms in its glass from the evaporation of his sweat and the humid moisture from the air outside.
He would also have to deal with severe wetness of his uniform especially in the chest and armpit areas and also inside his hot leather boots. The officer would try his best and compensate for this by bringing in gallons of water for him to drink and prevent dehydration. This didn't offer him much relief as the water would always be warm and hot and the packs of ice that he brought along with him would all but melt before it could soothe his discomfort and his parched throat.
Officer Cunningham quietly placed his helmet back on for the 6th time this morning as he looked at the low hanging bush branch directly in front of him. The spiky green shrub had a small, tan-colored gecko hanging by a finger near the edge. The air was wavy from the heat as the officer observed what was suppose to be a desert animal fall down into the asphalt pavement near the side of the road and convulse in an apparent heat stroke. Small smoke formed near the side of the unfortunate lizard's body as it's flesh made contact with the superheated road. Officer Cunningham was definitely not amused being reminded that he was sitting in a virtual oven unprotected from the elements. He started getting angry all over again both at the weather and the fat commanders who sent him here. He wanted someone to blame for his predicament and his temper slowly built up inside him to a boiling point just like the temperature outside. He was going to vent out all this anger at the next motorist who would be unfortunate enough to commit the next offense.
The lizard was about fully cooked by now as the officer momentarily took off his left boot and removed his soaked sock to twist out the moisture into the ground. It was at around this time that a huge force almost blew the officer off his bike when a speeding green camper passed by very near him going at over 100 miles per hour. The speedometer screamed violently to its master as it had at last identified the important next victim. Office Cunningham threw out his sock and quickly pushed his bare foot into the leather boot. He opened his engines and turned on all his sirens in just a few short strokes and he was soon on the highway chasing this criminal in less than 5 seconds from the alarm. He positioned his whole body to streamline with his powerful bike as he pushed hard on the gas bringing him into par with the large camper's speed. He repeatedly pushed his siren button making it known to the violator that a cop was hot on his trail. The vehicle though refuses to stop or slow down and officer Cunningham pressed on his gas at full pedal and slowly began to inch closer to the speeding car. The driver though was completely stubborn and the two chased each other for a few kilometers down the road as they quickly passed by other slow moving vehicles.
They finally entered an area of the road with a large bend coming into a long bridge and officer Cunningham took this opportunity to swerve his motorbike sideways and get much closer to the speeding camper. In a few short seconds he was beside the cars driver seat and he waved violently to the over speeding driver to slow down. The man inside the car at last saw the officer and also the guns in his belt and so he reluctantly decided to slow down and peel back his speed. The two eventually made a halt near the side of the road right before the start of the long bridge. Officer Cunningham angrily got off his motorbike and stormed to the car's driver seat taking off his helmet and knocking at the tinted window with blaring rage.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING??! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW FAST YOU WERE?! GIVE ME YOUR LICENSE!!!"
"I...I'm sorry officer. But I have a critical emergency. I'm a doctor whose on call and I need to get to the emergency room fast. It's a fatal situation and...."
"I DON'T GIVE A SHIT! GET OUT OF THE CAR! NOW!"
"Officer. I told you I'm a doctor on duty. I have my license plate clearly marked and I have the sign visible right here in my windshield. I'm allowed to overspeed if I need to get somewhere with someone's life on the line. Please. You need to let me go now I have to get to St. Mary's hosp...."
Officer Cunningham promptly cut off the doctor when he forced open the driver's seat door almost breaking the locks and dragging the poor man out into the road by his collar. The doctor fell down on his hands and knees as the young officer turned off the car's engine and confiscated the keys so the man cannot run away. He quickly subdued the near 70-year old physician with brute force and violence placing one of his knees on the poor doctor's back. He quickly retrieved handcuffs from behind his belt and secured them to the defenseless man's wrists as if he will ever be a danger to anyone. He turned on his radio and muttered police codes to a nearby officer asking for assistance and backup. The old doctor who was almost coughing from the weight of the young and muscular man bearing on his back could clearly hear the words 'uncooperative' and 'potentially armed and dangerous'.
Officer Cunningham quickly stood up and instead of assisting the subdued criminal back to his feet gave the unfortunate man a taste of police brutality and 'Ace' justice. In a fit of continuing rage the young officer kicked the old man on his side with his black leather boots. This got the wind knocked out of the defenseless doctor and his head soon started spinning until he had blacked out.
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It was a few minutes later when Dr. Kenneth Ross, one of the most respected surgeons and doctors in the whole state of Florida, woke up with head-splitting pain in his cranium as he found himself at the back of a police car running quietly down the road. He was still disoriented but the memory of the recent events soon returned to him. He quickly turned and looked behind the car seeing his green camper was being towed directly behind them. Dr. Ross remembered the circumstances from earlier and quickly appealed to the officer in front and desperately tried to explain the situation. Dr. Ross noticed that the policeman driving the car was no longer the abusive officer from earlier. The blonde and hugely muscled cop with an intimidating frame was now replaced by a slightly overweight African-American officer who looked back through his side mirror with a more humane compassion.
"Oh. You're awake. I am so sorry for what has happened earlier. You should not have been arrested like that. Ace can get very angry like that sometimes you know. He has some temper issues. I apologize if you had been hurt sir... Senior citizens especially deserve to be treated with great respect and care."
"I wasn't resisting! And I should not have been stopped! This is all a huge misunderstanding. Officer you need to turn this car around and drive me to st. Mary's hospital down by benhill road. I am a doctor on duty. I have a life-threatening liver transplant surgery I need to attend to and my patient had been propped up for operation for possibly hours now! Oh god. What time is it? I need to get there fast no one else in that hospital has the knowledge to perform this complicated procedure."
"Sir. Calm down. I know you are in a panic and all, but... Ace never informed me you were a physician. If what you're saying is true then you should not have been stopped, right? Get my point? Now relax. We'll have this sorted out at the station and you can attend to yourpatient in no time." The policeman said while holding in a chuckle.
Dr. Ross sat back down in his chair and closed his eyes in terrible grief. He could not believe that he found himself stuck in this situation. He felt horrible for his patient which is sure to lose his life as the staff was told to perform preliminary surgeries in anticipation of the fresh liver donation. Time is crucial in occasions like these and if an unexpected incident were to happen and the doctor was not able to complete the procedure then both patient and donor organ will expire. Dr. Ross couldn't even reach for his phone because he was in handcuffs and the cop in front of him had pulled up the mirror barrier blocking any further protests from him.
The police car drove further up the road as Dr. Ross was forced to accept his bitter fate and simply resigned himself to the circumstances. He will have hell to pay with the family of his patient and all of his colleagues and staff at the hospital. Dr. Ross felt an emotion rush through him and completely flood his mind which he thought he was no longer capable of having. He felt burning anger and a thirst for revenge for the irresponsible and arrogant young man who was too narcissistic and self-absorbed to properly do his duty. He swore to himself he would get even with this so called Officer Aceone day and make him pay for all the damage and harm he has caused on so many people.
Back over in road 69, Officer Ace Cunningham had all but forgotten about the ugly-faced, and frail bodied senior citizen who dared question his authority as an agent of the law. The officer was once again engaged in a car chase this time trying to force a black SUV off the road for having a broken tail light. He saw the car drive in front of him slowly and noticed the crack on the glass with his eagle-sharp eyes. The abusive officer quickly got back on his bike after writing a lesbian couple double tickets for swerving simply because he didn't like them or approve of their lifestyle.
He blazed through the road very quickly catching up to the slow moving black SUV and motioning with his right arm for the vehicle to stop. The driver quickly saw the police motor and complied immediately turning up to the side of the road. The vehicle was very heavily tinted and it was only the driver's side which you can see through clearly. Officer Cunningham approached with his usual swagger and confidence pumped up with the 4 violators he had already caught this morning and the brief tackle he has had with the old fool from earlier. The officer peered through the window wearing his aviator shades with his visor pulled up fully expecting another worthless citizen who is too ignorant to follow the rules or understand road signs.
"Good morning. Do you know that...."
Officer Cunningham was stopped in his tracks before he could issue his usual greeting-threat by the sight of a brunette bombshell wearing nothing but a bra and short cut jeans.
"Oh. I'm sorry madam. I didn't know you were driving. Apologies for the trouble... Umm... I noticed you were driving slowly and found that one of your tail lights were broken. Are you lost mam? Do you need directions? May I be of assistance to you?" Officer Cunningham spoke in broken words as the young woman's violations quickly melted away from his mind and were replaced by generous offers of unsolicited assistance.
"I'm sorry mam but... Driving semi... Naked.... Is actually prohibited by the state under federal law. Is there any reason why you would chose to forego clothing mam? Don't worry though you aren't in any kind of trouble... I can understand that because of the heat... It's just... Unusual to me." The officer highlighted his last words by instinct-fully focusing his two eyes on the woman's breasts.
In the haze that followed, partly because of the heat and partly because of officer Cunningham's lack of self control or meaningful focus, he failed to see that there were seven huge guys sitting on the passenger seat and also the back seat staring at him as he looked into their 'girl'. The woman herself was slightly offended by the prolonged stares into her red bras even though her right hand was pulled up near the window for several seconds holding out her opened license card which the officer completely failed to notice was even there. This uncomfortable scene went on for quite sometime only to be broken by the confrontational words of one of the guys at the back which shook officer Cunningham from his daydreaming.
"Excuse me. Sir. She's giving you her license. What are you staring at officer?" The biggest guy in the group said as he scooted forward trying to give the policeman a hostile gesture that their group wasn't going to take this shit.
The young officer had unknowingly bumped into a frat car on a trip down to Miami carrying seven of Orlando university's fiercest and toughest wrestling athletes. They were huge men the shortest of whom was 6'1 and completely bloated with muscles from hundreds of hours of violent sparring with each other. The group had some of the nation's strongest fighters and at least two of them had won international awards at regional competitions outside the United States. The testosterone filled circle of close personal friends had traveling with them a promiscuous cheerleader and girlfriend of one of the guys. She had asked to get the chance to drive the car after their recent stop at a gas station. The woman had little driving experience not having a car of her own and so their vehicle proceeded very slowly when it passed by officer Cunningham.
The group of guys was not about to take the disrespect of their female colleague lightly by a clearly abusive officer who didn't know his place or knew how to treat ladies with respect. The young officer soon saw that the vulnerable beauty was surrounded by a horde of beasts and his composition quickly changed. He backed up from the car and started feeling around his belt to see if all his weapons were in place. He wasn't about to be bad mouthed by anyone and especially not an ignorant college punk. Officer Cunningham felt that his reputation was on the line if he was going to let these arrogant college boys get away with spitting at his badge and resisting his god-given authority to rule over them.
"10-21 officer Hernandez I need your backup immediately. I am surrounded by a group of dangerous teenagers and they are carrying deadly weapons. I need immediate assistance this is a situation 9-17." Officer Cunningham said loudly into his radio.
"What is this shit saying?!" The boys shouted at each other inside the vehicle.
"We don't have any weapons! We just want to ask why you were staring at Jessica's boobs you stupid dumb cop!" One guy shouted outside his window at the police officer.
Officer Cunningham sensed the growing hostility and so he quickly reached back to his gun. To his horror, the Glock pistol had been left behind in his motor bike when he swapped them for a ticket book which he used to write up the lesbian couple from earlier. He was immediately bitten with karma on his discriminatory treatment of innocent people and his constant abuse of people's rights. The gun would have been more than enough to subdue the group of angry teenagers and have them all in handcuffs in no time, but without it officer Cunningham was severely outnumbered and out-strengthened even though he was 6'3" and was himself a towering figure of pure, lean muscles bursting through his uniform.
The officer opted for the next best thing and reached out for his taser which he quickly turned on warning the men to come near him at their own risk. The boys had finally had enough with the arrogant policemen and one of them opened the door and got out of the car to confront the cop once and for all. The ensuing events that followed were then inevitable as the two men clashed and the poor boy crashed into the ground convulsing from electric shock. This forced the other 6 wrestlers to jump out of their car and forcefully tackle officer Cunningham into the ground and throwing off his taser dozens of meters away into the open road.
The officer fought back ferociously and gave almost all of them black eyes and severe bruises on their bodies. They boys had all but lost their sense of civility and fought against the persistent cop using all their strengths and their tactics. Officer Cunningham had also wrestled when he was in high school and college and was someone who would be willing to fight to the end. His clothes were torn and bloodied as his face was pummeled with punches and his perfect body was riddled with kicks. Both of his boots had gone off in the desperate tackle and his clothes and belt were both torn off his body leaving him in nothing but a shredded uniform as the light of day itself disappeared blocked by the thick bodies of the six men who were beating him almost to death surrounded on all sides and on all corners. The shrieks of the woman who was in the drivers seat was all that officer Cunningham could hear as the sharp pains and blows slowly subsided giving him the impression that this was truly going to be his end. He felt an unusual peace and bliss as he surrendered himself to the vicious assault not caring anymore if he will even survive. The beatings lasted for almost 10 minutes as the officer broke almost all of his limbs and he was just a minute or two away from finally succumbing to his continued injuries and severe bleedings. The gang assault only stopped when three shots were fired into the air as two police cars stopped nearby and two additional officers raced to the scene pointing their guns straight into the boys and shouting threats for them to quickly back away.
The two relieving cops had entered the fray and violently tased each and every one of the college frat boys narrowly restraining themselves from actually shooting some of them. Officer Hernandez quickly went to the bloodied officer at the middle of the road as his colleague screamed at the boys and immobilized them with handcuffs and plastic belts around their ankles. The once quiet Saturday where no one was expecting anything to happen had transformed into a bitter tragedy as a brave policeman was possibly given a fatal beating over such a null issue which should never had been blown out of proportion.
Officer Hernandez checked for a pulse and quickly radioed to his headquarters that an ambulance was needed immediately at the scene. The two cops assisted their colleague by making sure he laid straight and preventing secondary damage if he had sustained bone fractures. Officer Ace Cunningham was now unconscious as he barely clung to life after a brutal assault by a gang of stone-bodied young men.
The ambulance quickly arrived in under 10 minutes as the medical staff quickly hoisted Ace up on a gurney with the help of the two assisting officers. Even though unconscious, the badly beaten cop couldn't help but yell out in pain as his body shifted positions and magnified the hurt that he had with his severe injuries. Some of the medical staff attending to the poor officer couldn't help but shake their heads at the severe condition he was in. They already had an earlier tragedy at the hospital with an unfortunate incident and the only attending doctor who could immediately operate on this new patient was just returning from the police station after posting bail for a petty traffic crime...
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"Uuurggghhh...."
"Mmmgrrrghhhh... Huhhh... Huuuhhhhsshhhiiittt..." Officer Cunningham murmured in pain as he slowly returned to consciousness.
His vision was blocked and he could see nothing but pitch black darkness. Officer Cunningham couldn't move or feel his body and his hearing was almost nonexistent. All his sensations was deprived and nothing in this new world appears to exist other than the sharp, paralyzingly pains that started running through his body in waves. The once brave policeman quickly broke down into tears and sobbed inside his bandages as the severe hurt of his injuries finally made itself felt and completely exceeded whatever he could endure. This went on for a couple minutes until his attendant nurse noticed him come back to and quickly increased the morphine doses in an attempt to start numbing his pains.
Officer Cunningham had gone through a record 10-hour surgery to repair 17 broken bones and 11 ruptured veins all over his near pulverized body. The college wrestlers were perhaps far stronger than they give themselves credit for as they almost pummeled a fully grown man into a human dough. The doctor who performed the operation had collapsed in exhaustion when officer Cunningham had at last been wheeled into his own room for the critical recuperation stage to see if he can still recover. The doctor who operated on him was completely determined to save his life. He saw the horrific injuries of the young cop and how badly he had been mauled. Dr. Ross couldn't believe with his own two eyes the sheer coincidence of the occurrence as only a couple hours before this same man who is now in a stretcher had tackled him to the ground and unlawfully arrested him against all morals and ethical norms. He was currently on call to perform an operation and he should not have been bothered from performing that duty. This same young man had interrupted a critical procedure which resulted in an unfortunate fatality in which Dr. Ross was vehemently upset about. His arrogance and his cockiness was unlike anything the veteran doctor had ever seen and something about seeing him in this helpless and desperate state stripped of all his armor and pride had awoken something very deep and sadistic in the doctor's own psyche.
He was prepared to do anything. Absolutely anything. For officer Cunningham to survive. Dr. Ross even went so far as to phone the CDC's director, a close friend, asking for several gallons of officer Cunningham's rare type A blood so he will have enough for the long procedure. Dr. Ross is an extremely influential figure in the modern American medical community and is very well connected indeed. He was one of the most highly regarded surgeons in the country and had been tasked in the president's medical team back in the 1980's. Dr. Ross used all his skill and knowledge to salvage officer Cunningham from the grips of certain death. He had gone out of his way to rescue his life not because he believed the young man was still worthy of it, but because he believed he needed to suffer sweet tortures as a form of divine penance for all the hurt he had inflicted on innocent people in his rampage as one of Florida's worst cops.
Dr. Ross had long held repressed inside him a secret, perverted side which he had always fought hard to suppress. Kenneth had always been obsessed with the human anatomy since he was a child and it had always been his passion. He was both excited and aroused by the body's many capacities in feeling sensations such as pain and pleasure. He couldn't help but be fascinated how the human body reacts so negatively to pain signals and so positively to blissful ones especially in the process of procreation and sex. This interest helped him become one of the country's most well educated and devoted medical practitioners who lived to do nothing but study medicine and anatomy. Privately however, Dr. Ross would entertain several extremely disturbing sexual fantasies such as prolonged tortures with an unwilling victim with their bodies helpless to resist and for the intense feelings to overwhelm them. He constantly dreamed of a helpless patient, unable to speak, hear, see, or even move, completely at his mercy to do anything that he wants. This patient will be unable to do anything except feel the sensations and learn to love them whether they be unbearable or not.
He dreamed of the perfect man trapped in such a situation and Dr. Ross would routinely and innocently visit his room with the whole world unaware of his intentions. Dr. Ross would lock the door, stare into the young man's terrified and pleading eyes, and slowly undo the secret covers in his bandages exposing his most sensitive areas for another night of passionate erotic stimulations and lustful teasing.
Dr. Ross fantasized that he will spread itching powder on this man's bare soles and watch him squirm while playing with his cock and balls, he also fantasized of lazily nibbling and chewing on the helpless hunk's hard nipples while he laid on the bed beside him. He wanted to feather-tease this man's dripping cock for hours upon hours and watch it burp more precum down from the top always denying it release but always encouraging it to seek out for more. He will be playing with this man's sensitive body like he is playing a fine instrument and nothing but him, and only him, will be allowed access to his room.
In the more extreme days Dr. Ross held out this intense fantasy, he even goes so far as imagine that he will remove the victim's vocal cords so that he will never be able to speak of what happens to him, or ask his family members for help. They family of the man will come visit him and his children will play beside his bed and they will all be mystified why their loved one would always be in tears appearing to beg them for something. They will never know and Dr. Ross will quietly tell them that this is just the effect of the drugs and they need not worry. The man will be silenced from asking for help and as soon as his family leaves, Dr. Ross will return and resume the unbearable pleasures which continue to drive him out of his mind.
This treatment will go on for months, night after night, sometimes even in the middle of the day. Dr. Ross will have to ask the nurses to stop giving him sponge baths as his nipples start to more than double in size from endless tweaking and nibbling. The man's bare feet also become hypersensitive and he jumps at the slightest touch in them. This is the results of hundreds of hours of hard bristled brushes running up and down the oiled soles as the man screams for his life and begs for any kind of mercy. His cock also hardens immediately if he so much as feels a hand touch his bare skin. The patient becomes too unstable to be handled by amateur practitioners and no one but the good Dr. Ross can attend to him now.
When the patient inevitably gets better, as his very detailed fantasy outlined, Dr. Ross becomes afraid that he could now start communicating with his family and friends that he had been subjected to pleasure-rape. Although his vocal cords would have been removed, he could still write and make hand signals and eventually find a way for himself out of the hospital. Dr. Ross dreamed of solving this dilemma and to have a way for that now hyper-sensitized body to forever belong to him. He would take the extreme step of slowly paralyzing the man by careful injections into his spine which will immobilize him permanently. Now the man will have no choice but to lay in bed and feel the sensations of Dr. Ross' tortures with absolute helplessness and with no way to tell the world what goes on behind that door when he is left all alone. The only window he will still have to try and beg for rescue would be through his tears whenever he has visitors over or any other medical staff or nurse.
Eventually, the family members get tired, believing their father or brother will never recover, and so the visits become less frequent. Even the medical staff get weary of having the check up on the 'crying' man in room 109. They leave him more and more into the care of Dr. Ross which seemingly has the patience of a saint and never appears to give up on a clearly hopeless case. The doctor now virtually owns another human being and he steps up his pleasure treatments sometimes bringing with him animals and puppies to play around with his feet as he polishes his now huge nipples to new orgasmic heights. He experiments with curious devices he finds in sex shops and attaches to the helpless man sucking devices and inserts inside him multiple vibrating things. The man's life now become all about what Dr. Ross will make him enjoy next and soon that hated and reviled sexual visits become the only thing that still gives his life meaning. He lives now only for the next time Dr. Ross will stroke his feet or the next time his cock will be teased. His mind, once the only thing the evil doctor cannot touch, is now also completely controlled and he becomes nothing more than a ball of nerve endings which can do nothing but experience pleasure and produce sticky cum.
The man, once a proud and strong hero to his children, becomes a shadow of a human being. Dr. Ross finds particular pleasure in going through their sessions and hearing the man's wheezing cries of unbelievable joy while looking at his old photos when he was still a strapping young lad. He would flick through the old memories of the guy and see him playing around with his dog, washing his car while shirtless, horsing around with his buddies while in practice, or even carrying his new baby on his / her first birthday. The young father has completely forgotten whatever life he used to have and nothing more matters to him than the next time Dr. Ross allows him to cum. He would show the paralyzed man his old photos and point that this fair-skinned and extremely handsome muscled man was once him. That a long time ago, he actually had a life of his own and was more than just sensitive skin. The man fails to recognize the person in the photo and directs his eyes instead into the ceiling reveling in the sensations and preparing to cum one more time. Dr. Ross would put the photos down and return sucking his cock while the puppies continue to fight over each other for the peanut butter generously splayed all over his toes and his soles.
This was Dr. Ross' fantasy. And he kept thinking about it all the while operating in officer Cunningham convinced that his dream man is finally here and his dream fantasy will at last come true. Dr. Ross will not end his life without first sharing this special time with his special man, at 70, he will do whatever it takes to enjoy these moments which he had been masturbating over since he was in his teens. His fantasies were already extremely detailed and he knew exactly what to do next. He was going to have officer Cunningham in the position of the young father in his dreams. He just has to make sure the officer survives and then his life will be all but his.
"Mmmwwhhaattthh hhappheeenned to mmheee?" Officer Cunningham asked into the darkness while his face was fully covered by bandages.
He still wasn't able to hear, see, or even feel anything. But officer Cunningham somehow knew that other people might also be in the room. He vividly remembered now the events from earlier, how he was beaten up, and so he assumed that he was now in a hospital having survived a terrible attack by a group of frat thugs. His entire body was placed inside bandages and Dr. Ross even went so far as to cement his knees and his elbows to completely immobilize the young man. Neither of those joints had been damaged in the assault but the doctor still ordered his staff to apply the added restraints. He was now thinking ahead when the officer wakes up and recovers slightly from his operation, he could not have him squirming too much when he undid the secret laches in his body cast and have access to all his pleasure spots. He was very thankful to see that the officer's feet were unharmed and they were in flawless condition. He also checked on his balls, cock, his nipples, and his earlobes. All undamaged. All fully receptive with their seductive colors of light pink. Dr. Ross was going to have to wait a few days for Ace to recuperate, and then... He will place him in special care with only him and a select group of nurses able to gain access inside his room.
Dr. Ross found himself muttering in his sleep as he rested after the long procedure with his hands wiggling to his sides already tickling his dream man in his reverie. Thankfully no one else was around as he muttered and whispered the many things he plans to do to him. Over in the other room, officer Cunningham was also starting to dream as the sedatives began to take effect. He saw himself in an ominous farm house strapped and helpless as a farmer started poking his naked body with a pitchfork. He was both bewildered and shocked to see that the farmer in his dreams was the old man from earlier whom he tackled and sent to prison.
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(4 days later)
"Officer Ace Cunningham appears to be recovering fast doctor. Most of his cuts have now healed and many of his fractured bones are also healing fast. Perhaps it could be his youth or his strong composition, but if all goes well he might be able to leave the hospital in less than 2 weeks. The police force will be very grateful to you for saving..."
"No! You can't be too optimistic! He can't be recovering that fast. I operated on him I should know. Things like these take time. It will be MONTHS before he can even have some of his bandages removed. His injuries were intra-penitus and he suffered through severe internal bleedings. It may not show in the tests, but my decades of experience tells me that this young man is still in mortal danger and the last thing we should do is to congratulate ourselves for nothing." Dr. Ross said with heated emotions after being told officer Cunningham was asking when he may be released.
"But doctor the patient can now even sit upright and even talks on his phone."
"What?! No! He can't do that! Didn't I give specific instructions to you Thomas that phones can never be allowed? It interferes with his... Brain... Neurons... and it can only be bad for him while he recovers." Dr. Ross said lying to the teeth.
"I need you to take that phone away immediately. And put his face bandage back. I can't have him complaining to me later why I took so little care in his recovery phase. Put him back in the cast. I don't care if he says it itches. Just do it! I want him immobilized and helpless... Errr.... Secured and safe... To prevent unexpected accidents." He added as he turned from nurse Thomas and proceeded back to reviewing a medical update.
The baffled nurse was almost ready to scratch his head but knew better than to challenge a senior practitioner. He had never seen Dr. Ross behave this way and he wondered why the normally calm and collected senior surgeon would suddenly be so emotional and unreasonable. He had seen officer Ace Cunningham personally and saw that he was getting steadily better and there was no reason to re-apply the casts which another, more junior doctor had ordered removed without informing Dr. Ross in advance.
Thomas thought for a moment of reasoning with Dr. Ross again but decided against it when he felt the doctor was getting apprehensive. He went over to his colleagues and told them of the orders and so they prepared to cement officer Cunningham's legs and joints one more time and re-apply his heavy bandages. He was going to have to come up of a very creative excuse why, instead of granting his request to be allowed more freedom, they were gonna wrap Ace again into a semi-mummified state without even the ability to scratch his own nose.
"When will I get the permission to bring him into special care? Damn federal police law. I'm not allowed to have full access to him and I can't waive his commander's visitation rights. I've never expected my dream man will be a cop! There has to be a way to go around this.... I need to be with him..." Dr. Ross said scanning his mind of the next appropriate step before his prize is taken away from him.
"What about.... Yes..... That might just work. That might just really work." Dr. Ross spoke in quiet relief as a very clever idea popped up in his head.
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"Officer Ace Cunningham. You have tested positive for a very virulent communicable disease. Ciadis a Festora. A skin disease only found in swampy and humid areas and acquired through prolonged exposure to the sun. It causes severe itching and can be very difficult to treat. I am thus obligated to transfer you to a special quarantine unit where we may observe you for a couple of weeks." Dr. Ross said to his patient as he scanned him up and down and admired his huge muscular frame wrapped up in bandages.
"Mmmmpphhh.... " Was all officer Cunningham could reply as his mouth was once again completely gagged by linen and his face wrapped up in unnecessary bandages from his hair to his neck.
"Your visits with your superiors will be temporarily suspended. Until we are sure you are cured. We hope very much that you can recover soon. I apologize for what happened to you and we wish you will feel more comfortable with your current condition." Dr. Ross said circling the blinded and gagged young man and inspecting his body.
He got close to Officer Cunningham's ears after a few moments and whispered to him softly beneath the bandages.
"You're never getting out of here. I've signed the papers. You're mine until I tell them otherwise. You're never getting that gag off your mouth. You're never getting your body loose again. I will make sure you are placed in this cast forever and that you never walk the streets again and terrorize people. I will introduce you to things you will hate at first but slowly learn to love. I have dreamed of this for a long time and never thought he could be you. I will make love to your body. So just sit back and enjoy and try not to choke on your own spit." Dr. Ross said as he finally took off his mask and revealed his true intentions to his now helpless victim.
He went out of the room momentarily and hung the fateful sign which will signal the start of Ace's tortures. 'Quarantine'. He went back inside confident no one will even dare knock and chained the door to close them both in. The old doctor's heart was beating at almost twice than normal now and he felt his head slowly start to spin. This was his dream all along and he received a familiar tingle in his pants when he saw Ace's body heaving up and down in severe anxiety from the revelation he had just heard.
He saw how perfect he was back in the operating table a couple days ago. The arrogant officer had almost impeccable muscles with large pecs and a broad chest accented by a very slim and lean waist. He had a nice set of abs and also a nice sprinkling of hair from his navel down to his pubes. Ace had very deep blonde hair that almost made it look brown and also piercing green eyes. He had enormous size 13 feet which looked perfect to his relatively tall frame. His feet were surprisingly soft and free of any callouses which made Dr. Ross wonder why he would be paying special care and attention to them. Ace Cunningham's body was simply a creation of pure art and everything worked together to make him look devastatingly attractive. Dr. Ross finally understood what the reason behind that arrogance is and why he would be so damn confident all the time. He even had the most perfect looking fair cock with a nice pink head. It was relatively long even though he was still soft and were crowned by two huge duck-egg size low hanging balls.
"I hope you don't mind me taking off some of these excessive bandages. You must be really hot and want nothing more than to have the cold air blow through your skin." Dr. Ross said as he tinkered with his special coverings which he personally positioned near Ace's most sensitive body parts.
"Mmmmmphhhhhh!!!!" Ace yelled behind his virtual gag as his cock and balls flopped out.
The old man's mouth began to water at seeing his man's magnificent jewels in person, although no longer capable of having an erection, Dr. Ross still maintains an award-winning level of lust and always thinks of the most devious ways a man like Ace can be abused.
The sensitive cock and balls were still very soft as officer Cunningham shook violently in his cast and bandages. Dr. Ross blew on them with his hot breath sending shivers up Ace's spine. He also proceeded to sniff them deeply growing light headed at the wonderful smells of manliness the officer was exhibiting after almost 5 days without a shower. He could smell him down there all day but he has other business to attend to and he needs to make him cum soon before his next meeting at 4 PM.
He quickly proceeded to undo the patches near Ace's nipples too exposing the seductive pink flesh to an open circumference several inches across. He went ahead and gave them a taste test with his tongue and were delighted with the sweet and sticky taste of officer Cunningham's sweat. The young man had mixed reactions from the few licks the old doctor did uncertain how to feel to the alien sensations and the pleasure of nipple play. Dr. Ross will have his work cut out for him when he introduces the straight hunk to the many and near endless sexual whims a gay man knows to inflict on a male body. He was going to make Ace squirm and beg by using nothing more than his fingers and the tip of his tongue. He will get the young cop off without even touching his cock and drive him into such powerful orgasms that he will forget for a moment even his name.
Dr. Ross finally left the beautiful chest after a couple minutes of nibbling and twisting. He left Ace breathing heavily from the sensations as he struggled to understand how something like that can feel so good and how his body is starting to betray him. Dr. Ross went on for the main course and the thing that had driven his dreams and made him cum in his sleep. The helpless pair of beautiful, big, sensitive, flawless, and delicate looking bare feet and soles.
"Mmmmm.... I dreamed my man to have size 11s. What did I do to deserve a mouthwatering pair of size 13's? How do you even get your boots done huh officer Cunningham? Do you tell the salesman that you have feet that are too big for his store and you ask him for his largest size? What does he do when he sees your huge feet? Does he go down on his knees and worship them? Are they really sensitive Ace? Can I make you beg just by massaging and stroking them?" Dr. Ross teased as he slowly undid the bandage covering the officer's bare feet.
Slowly, the sensitive skin began to emerge and all of Dr. Ross' self control slowly began to evaporate. At such an advanced age, Dr. Ross could still count the number of bare feet he was able to worship and kiss with his ten fingers. There weren't many. The sophisticated physician has such high expectations and tastes and an average hunk wouldn't do it for him. He must have flawless feet, immaculate toes, sensitive arches, and a pinkish hue that drives him wild because it screams sensitivity. Officer Cunningham remarkably fit all of these criteria as his feet were among the best the doctor had ever seen. They wiggled in anticipation when the bandage was at last fully removed and Ace felt more vulnerable now than if his whole body was even naked. Somehow, just having his bare feet exposed to the elements added to his sense of being too exposed, too accessible, and too helpless. His powerlessness became fully apparent now when the doctor started clawing his frail fingers next to the smooth and soft skin. Ace immediately went into panic when he discovered he couldn't even move his own hands and could do nothing to stop or hinder the ensuing tickle assault. He tried desperately to retract his feet and hide his ticklish soles down into the mattress but couldn't because of the cement case which were placed on his knees transforming his powerful legs into virtual logs that could do nothing but move an inch or so up and down.
Muffled laugher immediately began to escape Ace's mouth as he started cursing and yelling upset and angry that a fully grown man like him wasn't able to shake off such a childish trait as being ticklish. He never knew he could be that sensitive and wished with all his might for the weird sensations to go away. He will be sorely disappointed when the feelings more than doubled when Dr. Ross soon enveloped his long toes inside his warm mouth having taken off his dentures. Now Ace was receiving the most incredible feeling of his life when his toes were sucked and devoured by a soft and very wet cave of wonder with a slithering tongue snaking around and in between his toes. The young officer shook violently in his bed when the doctor's fingers soon joined in the assault clawing straight patterns down the wide soles mixing in the erotic foot worship with an intense tickling feeling. The two torments blew off what remained of Ace's defenses and his eyes rolled behind his head and a steady stream of uncontrolled laughter escaped his foreboding lips.
"Mmmmhhhppppphhhh.... Mmmmshhhhiiitttttt....!" Ace cursed as the tickle-worship started feeling phenomenally good and his cock slowly began to respond against his will.
The evil doctor has completely buried himself in officer Cunningham's fragrant bare feet and he completely forgot to pay any attention to time. The sweet torture went on for 10 minutes, 20 minutes, and finally 30 minutes until the floor underneath the bound bare feet was dripping wet with Dr. Ross' saliva and Ace's feet were shining and sparkly clean having been tenderly bathed with the doctor's toothless mouth and rough tongue. His toes were still shaking wildly in reflex to the sensations as his cock burped more and more precum down into his bandaged stomach. Ace was in pure shock after the long treatment and his first introductions into the sexual tortures of his new life.
He soon felt hands slowly massaging his feet having replaced the perverse and kinky sensations of tickling and licking. Officer Cunningham sighed appreciatively at this welcome change of pace. It wouldn't last however as the doctor unfortunately still had a tight schedule today and an important meeting with the officer's commanders in less than half an hour. If he got too lost then his first activity with Ace would most probably go unconsummated by an orgasm. Dr. Ross wasn't about to let that happen and so he quickly swallowed the huge cock and started giving Cunningham his expert blowjob with his toothless, vacuuming mouth. He used one hand to tickle his low hanging balls and another went up to his chest and gently squeezed and twisted either of his nipples alternately. Ace began to curl up in his bondage as far as his casts will allow as his cum was now being expertly sucked out of him.
His cries and protests were soon silenced as he held his breath and his whole body went rigid. He started shooting stream after stream of sticky white cum which had been building inside his body for almost a week now. Ace felt that his whole body was floating when he unloaded pints of sticky semen into the lustful doctor's mouth. Dr. Ross was definitely a sucker that swallows and he completely absorbed all of the fluids which the young officer's cock can throw at him. He was able to successfully hold back his gag reflex until officer Cunningham's mind-shattering orgasm finally began to subside.
Dr. Ross desperately licked the side of Ace's cock determined not to let a single drop of his delicious cum go to waste. He then made a short rendezvous and started greedily sucking his balls making the exhausted officer cringe and shiver in some post-orgasmic sensitivity. Now would have been the best time to launch a full on tickle assault on the officer's hyper-sensitive body after the bliss of his powerful climax.
He was so tempted to continue the torture but his mind got the better of him and he didn't want to turn what is already gold back into soil. He will have to exercise self-control even for today because he couldn't afford Ace's superiors knocking on the door and discovering what he had been up to with their defenseless officer. Dr. Ross reluctantly placed the patches back onto his sensitive body parts covering again his nipples and tucking his cock and balls back into the bandage. He left his bare feet open to the elements however and pointed the air conditioner into his soles and set the fan speed to high. He wanted him to experience at least some sensations and for his feet to be sensitized when he makes love to them again later that night.
Dr. Ross left the room and looked passionately at the struggling, mummified figure believing that his long held dream had finally come true. The man in his dreams and his fantasies had stepped out into reality and they will be sharing many meaningful weeks and months to come living out all his deepest desires and helping officer Cunningham become gradually acquainted into his new life as a mummified ball of sensitive nerve endings.
