You've showered, shaved, and dressed in the blue scrubs. You are pulling on socks and a pair of sneakers that are oddly the same size and color Nikes that are sitting in your bedroom. The shower in the stall next to yours stops and Jameson steps out. He's nude and you can't help but stare. His body is covered in scars. Most notably a long jagged zipper looking scar. It goes clear down to his member and your mouth gapes open. You glance down at your crotch. Subconsciously your hand grabs your package and your face wince s.

"I wouldn't worry about it man." Jameson says as he pull on a pair of spandex Calvin's that on first sight look like they would only fit a much smaller person, but mold impressively to his size.

"I have to ask, what's with the big scar?" "This? This here is from heart surgery when I was a kid." "This one here as he touches a small round scar on his upper left chest. I got this when I was younger and running with the wrong crowd." "So what changed?" You ask? "I did." "My outlook, wanting to be more than some know it all punk." "Got fit, got big, and then well..." wham! wham! wham! "Stop yer yammering and get your ass out here NOW!" Jameson looks at the clock "Oh shit! Let's go!" He shrugs into a pair of navy blue Dickies with hi-viz green and silver striping, a white t-shirt, and then a blue uniform shirt. "You're a Medic?" You ask "No time for that." He pulls your arms behind your back and fastens your wrists in heavy leather Medical restraints. "Sorry Paul I gotta do this." He fastens the blindfold over your eyes and pulls you to your feet.

You exit the locker room and proceed back to the parking garage. You hear Wanda's heavy footfalls and you detect a slight odor of Drakar Noir. "You're late Jameson, she won't be happy." Wanda replies. "I'm sorry ma'am he asked about my scars." Wanda sighs.

Jameson on your right, Wanda on your left and each takes your arms and guides you towards the parking bays. You stop and you can hear an electronic keypad beeping followed by a soft click. "Don't forget the drug box." Wanda says. You hear a heavy case scraping a metal shelf. Then a smaller case. Then Wanda shifts her weight and a minute later you hear the jingle of car keys followed by a audible click. You are pulled back a step and a heavy door is opened followed by the rush of smells. Antiseptic, PVC, latex, rubber.

All these smells are driving you insane. You feel a bulge in the front of your pants and Jameson whispers in your ear, "Not yet man, clamp it down." You do your best to suppress your erection, but it's not working as your bulge grows bigger straining against the spandex underwear that you too are wearing.

You sense and can hearing someone stepping down and then standing in front of you. tsk tsk tsk the person in front of you says. You have no warning when she reaches out giving your bulge an iron gripped squeeze. You gasp in pain and start to drop down, but Wanda & Jameson pull you upright. "Bring him the voice says and you hear boots on a metal bumper followed by the squeak on a smooth floor. "I'm driving." Wanda says and she steps down. Jameson picks you up under the arms and lifts you into the back of what must be the ambulance you saw earlier. Jameson puts you in a seat and says "would you like me to stay ma'am?" "No, your assistance won't be needed until later." Jameson steps down and the back door is closed and then locked. The voice of the person in back with you tells Wanda to stop for donuts and coffee and then to proceed to the preassigned spot.

The blindfold is taken off and you find that indeed you are in the back of an ambulance. But the person sitting in front of you is neither Wanda nor Jameson. "Are you Daphne?" She sits there looking at you with a smug grin and then seems to morph into someone else. "Thank you for calling Wheely Medical. How may I help you?" "You! You're the one that answered when I called." The Visage morphs back into the sinister voiced person that you will come to fear. "I'm outta here." You reply She jumps up and lunges toward you slamming you back into your seat. You feel the prick of a needle and immediately things go loopy.

"There there. It's just a mild sedative to help you be more compliant. The loopyness will fade momentarily." She leans you forward so she can remove your wrist cuffs. Things begin to come into focus and you wonder just what the hell you've gotten yourself into here.

"Now, lie down on this backboard here." You want to resist, know you SHOULD resist, but whatever she gave you leaves you powerless to do so. You sit down on the hard plastic board and before you lay down she places a hard cervical collar around your neck. She helps you lay down and bring your feet up. She lays a multi-colored strapping system down the length of your body. Starting at the shoulders she pulls the velcro apart with a satisfying RIIIP! noise. This process is repeated at your ankles, thighs, and waist. After pulling the velcro extra tight she secures the gurney straps with a loud click!

You are fully immobilized and can barely move. Before you have a chance to protest She takes out a heavy pair of shears and starting at your ankles starts cutting your clothes off. The snip! snip! noise reminds you of being in grade school and cutting construction paper with scissors. It's one of those ASMR sounds that bring you great pleasure. It's not long before you are laying there nud3 clad only in socks and the Nikes. She places monitoring pads at each shoulder and over your chest she attaches leads with a little snap! and before long you can hear the beeping of the heart monitor beep beep beep which is another stronger ASMR pleasure sound for you. Without realizing it you've grown hard again and she must have noticed. She pulls out a device that looks like it belongs on a dairy farm and not the back of an ambulance.

Before you have any chance to ask what it is she places on of the silver and black cups over your erection. The heart rate monito begins beep faster at a rate of about 95. She glances at it. "Good. Not too fast. But just in case let's give you some nitrous and oxygen." "Nitrous? Isn't that the stuff that dentists use?" She replies, but you are unaware because she flips a switch and the thing connected to your cock begins to slowly suck on your hard cock. Then she places a non-rebreather oxygen mask on your face and cool air begins to flow.

Things begin to get fuzzy and your brain goes all loopy. So you are unaware that she has attached a sticky pad to your balls. You know nothing until the pain unimaginable starts. That is when your body can resist no more and you succumb to unconsciousness.