Homecoming (chapter 2)
After several more weeks in the hospital, Chris was finally cleared to return home. The time in the hospital wasn't completely unpleasant. Brenda, his nurse, had come to see him everyday, even on her days off. All so she could suck and stroke his manhood then spread herself open for him. He enjoyed her thoroughly. Chris learned a lot about Brenda and a lot about how to control her through his thoughts. He had only to think something, then concentrate on it, hold that thought in his mind and she would do it. It did not matter what her limits were, she would push well beyond them if Chris gave Brenda the mental command.
Chris tested this several other ways. Once on the male orderly, once on his doctor, several times on the other nurses. All small commands just to see if they would be obeyed and without exception they were. This was an entirely new world to explore and Chris was already planning how he wanted things to be from now on. He resolved that he would not use this for evil but he would use it to enrich his life and the lives of those he deemed worthy. The first seeds of his plan had already formed and were planted in his mind. He had always wanted a harem and knew that he could now have one. After reading books by John Norman about a society called Gor something had taken hold of him and that lifestyle was what he wanted. A Gorean male need not have just one slave, he could have as many as he could afford. Chris knew it was selfish and he knew society at large would consider it wrong but he also knew that there was a small minority who would embrace such a lifestyle.
I will never force anyone into sexual slavery,
he decided.
Each day when Brenda would come to wash him he would have her start by stroking his shaft slow and steady. Her soapy fingers would work the hardened phallus into a throbbing mass of heated flesh. Then she would massage his balls until his cock ached and the tip leaked pearlescent precum. At that point he had her use her exquisite tongue and soft lips upon his manhood, often thrusting up into her mouth, pushing into her throat and cutting off her breath. It was satisfying to Chris to hear her gasp, to know he controlled her completely. While she was sucking his cock he would listen to her thoughts and he knew how much she loved being submissive in this manner, how freeing it was for her to give up the control to someone else and simply be an object of desire. Often, while she was enjoying her submission, Chris would have her strip naked, listening to her take her clothes off, then she would climb up on the narrow hospital bed with him. Brenda would ride his turgid member until he decided to cum though that was always after he had ordered her to orgasm several times. On a whim he even decided to take her ass and she willingly gave it to him. He could see in her mind that she had done it before but not truly enjoyed it so he changed that, making sure she loved it with him.
When it came time for him to leave Brenda was distraught but Chris reassured her, telling her she could come visit him at his mother's and that she could be his home nurse. He then released his mental hold on their daily visits and he could feel her heart lighten. Brenda did not feel guilty about not being able to see her favorite patient every day. This made Chris smile and he knew that she would never stop at his mother's house even if she claimed she would. She pushed him slowly out of the hospital in one of the many wheelchairs, his sister walking beside him, his mother having pulled the car around the ER entrance to pick him up. Brenda gave Chris a long hug and he finally could make out some of her features, his eyes were starting to be able to focus though most sights were still very blurry.
"Wow Brenda," he smiled up at her as she pulled away from the hug," you're really very pretty."
"Thank you Chris," she blushed profusely and slipped her number into his hand as she helped him into the front seat of his mom's small SUV. Then Brenda turned and wheeled the chair away rapidly, as if she were too afraid to stay. She didn't look back.
"All set sweetie?" Laura asked her son, putting his sunglasses in his hand.
"Yep, I'm ready," he nodded his head and slipped the glasses on, "Let's go home."
The car ride went by quickly and in silence, the trio just enjoying being near one another again, finding comfort in a return to semi-normalcy. They pulled into the driveway and Laura killed the engine then told Chris to wait while she came around to help him.
"I'll help him mom," his sister, Tina, volunteered.
"Ok," Laura said, "Are you sure? You're brother's much bigger than you."
"Pfft, it'll be fine mom. You worry too much."
Tina opened the car door and took hold of his hand, her fingers were cool and thin, his hand easily swallowing hers up. He laughed gently.
"Whats so funny?" Tina asked.
"I forgot how tiny you are," he smiled at her, seeing the outline of her face and some of her features but it was all still fuzzy.
She smiled back, he could see the white gleam of her perfect teeth," Yeah, yeah I know. Tiny Tina. But just remember, though I be but wee I am mighty."
"Yes ma'am," he mocked her but with no malice in it.
"C'mon cripple, lets get you inside," they both laughed and she guided him into the house.
They entered through the front door and into the living room of their small ranch home. The modest income from the yoga studio was never going to provide for one of those huge mcmansions like the ones in the next development over but their home was warm, dry and cozy. What it lacked in size it made up for in character. Tina led him to the couch and plopped him down in the middle of it then turned on the TV and handed him the remote as she went into the kitchen to help their mother make a late lunch.
Well what the hell am I supposed to do with this?
he thought as he held the remote.
Its not like I can watch the TV or anything. Tina is such a ditz sometimes,
he sighed. So he laid down on the couch and closed his eyes. Daydreaming briefly about Brenda and the way she would roll her hips lasciviously as she rode him. But then something odd happened, Brenda's body morphed into a smaller form and the blurry details of her face became sharp and clear. Even in his dream he gasped, it was Tina's face. His sister was bouncing madly up and down on his thick cock and because of that, because of who it was it made him even harder. He moaned in his sleep and writhed on the couch. Then he came suddenly awake as he felt someone shaking him.
"Chris! Are you ok?" it was Tina's voice, full of concern and a tinge of fear.
