Chapter Five
James
I had become accustomed to the hours of black, static filled nothingness over the weeks. But the addition of the tubes and the new position dictated by D was a challenge.
My arms were pulled back and up which forced my head down. But with my thighs and buttocks resting on my calves the overall posture seemed tolerable.
With the catheter, I felt the constant need to urinate though it obviously wasn’t necessary. The inflatable butt plug, feeding into my colon the described fluids was indeed inflatable. D had given it that last firm squeeze and its presence was felt despite the weeks of stretching.
But it was the esophagus tube that was most uncomfortable causing me to constantly swallow as if something was stuck in my throat. The slow infusion of liquids could also
