She had me undress, and looked me over good, and I got into it, hammed it up and struck a few poses. I may not be tall, but I've got a good body and am hung well enough to please most people, I think. The three guys I've been with in my life so far have certainly been satisfied, if that's any sort of gauge.

As I stood there posing, she snapped, "All right, Pretty Boy. Enough of that already!"

I dropped my arms and stood there like an idiot. What now? And that was when she started covering me with these stocking-type things. Up my legs, over my arms, and even around my body. Then she wrapped me in some sort of padding, making it nice and thick around my legs, since I was planning to wear the casts for a few days and wanted to be comfortable, as well as look really badly injured. She had me lie down then, on this rack thing she had, and I heard water sloshing in a tub as she took out a roll of plaster. Felt her wrapping my right foot, smoothing it as she carried it up my leg. I could tell from the sound of her breathing that she was really enjoying herself. Maybe she was even having an orgasm, for all I knew.

I'd specified that the casts should come as far up my thighs as possible, but still didn't feel too comfortable when her hands brushed against my balls. I guess I must've flinched, because she laughed then, real low and throaty, kinda sexy, and said, "Don't worry. That's not what I'm after! I just love the look of a sweet thing like you in full plaster. You won't mind, will you, if I just stand there and look at you when I'm finished, and -- er -- amuse myself?"

Like I would have a choice in the matter, in a full body cast! "As long as you don't make me watch," I replied, feeling magnanimous indeed.

"You'll have to shut your eyes, then."

"Oh, come on!" I tried to move, but she'd finished my legs by then, and they weighed a ton. Not only that, she'd already begun casting my hips, and I couldn't have budged if I wanted to.

"I'm not gonna hurt you or anything," she said sweetly, "but I'm gonna take this arm, and I'm gonna cast it just so." She moved my arm into a somewhat awkward position to demonstrate. "And then -- " She pressed my hand firmly against her snatch and sighed. "You've got great hands, and you're gonna make me very, very happy, whether you like it or not! "

"Er -- um -- that'll be quite a trick, if I can't move."

"You won't have to. Just lie there nice and helpless and let me rub against you. And when I'm done, if you like, I'll cast your hand, too."

"Mmm," I purred. "Sounds great, but are you sure a hand job's all you want from me?"

"Yeah. No offense, but I'm not into cocks, though yours is rather nice, as cocks go."

Yeah, and it was sure showing itself beautifully now. I was so excited to be completely immobilized!

"Is this good for you, Sweetie?" she asked me then.

"Yeah," I groaned. "Real good!"

"Ever been in a cast before?"

"Once," I said. "I went to prep school, and they made everyone take a sport. I played soccer, but I wasn't really any good at it. Second game of the season -- "

"You broke it in a game?"

"No. I tripped on the steps of the bus that brought us to the playing field. Never even made it into the game."

"Bad break?"

"Nah. I had crutches and a walking cast for six weeks. Didn't hurt a real lot, either, once they set it, and I was kinda sorry when they took the cast off. It got me out of playing the organ in chapel, and I enjoyed the vacation."

"You could wear your leg casts for six weeks, or I could do you an arm sometime, if you like."

"That's very tempting, and don't think I haven't considered it, but I need to be able to take care of my lover. I told you, didn't I?"

"What?"

"That he's handicapped, remember? Went through some horrible surgery and is in a full-leg cast?"

"Oh, yeah," she purred. "Man, would I love to be a fly on the wall when you two start rockin'!"

I felt a shiver around my balls just thinking of it. Wished my man was here with me, seeing me in my helpless state, and being turned on by it. Straddling me clumsily and spreading his greased cheeks to accommodate me. Settling on me with a sigh and taking complete control of the fucking, while I lay imprisoned inside my cast, fully restrained, yet still capable of orgasm. More than capable! I moaned softly.

"You all right?" she asked me.

"Oh, fine. Just fantasizing a little, is all."

"'Bout what? You wanna tell me?"

"I wish my lover could see me like this, and be so turned on he'd never stop fucking me!"

"I'm afraid it isn't possible to get you to your house like this, but if you want me to come over and do you up in your own bed sometime -- "

"Oh, no!" I said hastily. "He'd never understand!"

"Or just think! I could put you in leg casts, and him in arm casts, and you could really have some fun trying to get it on!"

I recalled the picture I'd seen of him, shirtless, with his cast and sling, and I shivered again. Would more be better? Two casts? Two slings? Or him in a full body cast, and me with both arms plastered?

Once, I had asked him to tie me to the posts of our bed, hand and foot, and though he'd obliged and made me very happy for awhile, I knew he didn't like it much. He wouldn't like the cast fantasies, either. This was my only shot at it, and it all hinged on him believing I'd broken my legs.

I was fully encased now. I could turn my head a little, move my toes and the tips of my fingers, but that was all. I wouldn't want to feel like that for a real long time, but for a few hours it would be just fine. Tomorrow, I would go home on crutches with my "broken" legs, but I didn't want to think about that now. I just wanted to enjoy my body cast.

I imagined myself all broken up within it, bones pinned together, and maybe even a little traction here and there, like my lover had just after his operation. Metal rods protruding from either side of his suspended leg in a couple of places, all of it elaborately arranged in a network of splints, cables, and weights. I could almost feel the pull he'd once described. He claimed it wasn't pleasant, and said he would just as soon have his leg put into a cast and go home. Personally, I thought it was a shame they didn't seem to want to combine the two therapies somehow. My lover at home, in a plaster and traction combo, with some kinda funky orthopedic bed to go with it! I'd never have left that bed for a minute!

I felt warm and cozy, almost sleepy, but when I heard the discreet click of a 35mm camera, I opened my eyes. The lady was taking pictures of me! "Can you give me copies?" I asked.

"You want to see how you look, huh?"

"Yeah. Am I sexy?"

"Incredibly. What happened to you?"

"I -- I fell off a fire escape. There was fire, and I couldn't get down to the landing. I was three stories up, and the firemen had a net, they told me to jump. I did, but I bounced off the fuckin' thing and hit the ground, and now look at me!"

"How many bones did you break?"

"Lots. Legs. Hips. Arms. Shoulders. I'm gonna be in this cast for months."

"Oh, you poor thing!" she exclaimed, with feeling. She put the camera down, and came to my side, stroked my left hand. The one she hadn't casted yet. The one with which she planned to "amuse" herself.

I turned my head away as much as I could, closed my eyes. "Just relax, Sweetie," she advised me. "I promise you won't feel a thing besides your own terrible, terrible pain." She was quiet for awhile, and peeking out of the corner of my eye, I saw what I had already felt: that she was making great use of my thumb. My fingers dabbled in the wetness between her legs, even though I hadn't really wanted it to come to that. "I knew you couldn't keep yourself from watching and -- and participating," she purred contentedly. "Maybe you'd rather be with a man under normal circumstances, but this isn't about gender, is it? It's about casts, and you'll take what you can get from anyone who's willing to put you in plaster!"

I didn't like to admit it, but she was right. And it certainly was a thrill to have no control over what was being done to me. "Don't suppose you'd have a dildo about, would you?" I asked hopefully.

"Well, of course. What kind of girl do you think I am?"

"You're totally twisted!" I exclaimed happily.

"Thank you. Would you like me to -- er -- service you by hand?"

"Well -- " I hesitated.

"I've got something special in mind first. Something you'll love."

"With plaster?" I had visions of her casting my cock, and decided I would have to draw the line there, though I imagined it might feel wonderful, till the time came to remove it.

"Of course. Pardon me for a moment, would you?" And she slid her hands between my legs and encircled me, gauging my girth.

I gasped at her touch. Couldn't help myself. Then her hand was gone.

"Watch me," she said softly, and took off her clothes, until at last she stood before me, totally naked. As I watched as she made her way to a nearby stool and sat down, then draped her right leg with the same sort of stocking material she'd put on me. She wrapped it carefully in padding, smoothing it as she went along, and at last, took up a roll of wet plaster. I stared as she casted herself, inch by glorious inch. When she was through, her leg was encased in the most perfect cast I had ever seen. She picked up my shirt and put it on, leaving it unbuttoned, then grabbed my crutches and hobbled over to me, displaying herself from all sorts of interesting angles. I was breathing fast and hard in spite of myself, as I pretended she was my lover, similarly attired and ready to attack.

She wrapped her hand around my cock and started to stroke it slowly, and I gasped, held my breath. I wanted to move with it, it felt so unbelievably good, but there I was in my cast, helpless, every single muscle taut and twitching.

"Did it hurt when you fell?" she asked.

"Oh, God!" I moaned.

"Did you scream?"

"Yeah. Yeah. Oh!"

"Let me hear it," she commanded. "Scream like you did when you hit that sidewalk!"

I wasn't proud. I screamed in what I hoped was pure agony, and then I came with a vengeance.

She came back to my hand then, pressed against it. "You don't mind, do you, sweet, helpless boy?"

"What choice do I have?" I responded. "You have me exactly where you want me. In your bedroom in a full body cast. All I can do is turn my head."

"Really? Didn't you break your neck, too? And fracture your skull?"

"I don't think so."

"Sorry, but we've just found the x-rays."

More stockings, more padding, and plaster all around the rest of me. I was blind now, my head and neck in plaster, too, with only a small window for my nose, so I could breathe. Couldn't even talk anymore. I just groaned. What an incredible feeling!

"Comfy?" she asked.

"Yeah," I managed to mumble, but I don't know if she heard me through all that plaster.

"I'm going to leave you for a few minutes. Just to give you a little more drying time."

What? She was leaving me? She seemed to sense my extreme agitation.

"Just going to get the toy you requested. Don't go 'way, now, hear?"

I heard, all right! I wondered how big the dildo was, and would have writhed with delight if I'd been able.

Presently, I felt her greasing me, and then -- oh, rapture! A short, fat dildo poked its way up my ass and fucked me, nice and hard. What a rush, being fucked while not being able to see, move, or speak! And then I felt her mouth on me, sucking hard while the dildo rammed in and out, and I screamed, overwhelmed by the orgasm. But she didn't stop there. She kept sucking and sucking, left the dildo in place like a giant plug, and pretty soon I was coming again. I tried not to think about it being a woman who was pleasuring me so exquisitely. I thought of my lover being down there between my legs, beautiful and bare-chested, arms in full casts and cradled in slings, unable to touch me with anything but his mouth. And me in my incredible body cast, unable to do anything but respond to his touch.

By the time she was done, I felt like I was in a permanent state of arousal.

"I bet you'd just like to keep lying there for awhile, wouldn't you?"

"Mmm," I replied, in full agreement.

"Are you in pain?"

I groaned loudly.

"Poor thing," she remarked, and tweaked the end of my nose. "D'you like it, though?"

"Mmm," I said again, most sincerely, though I had no intention of ever repeating the experience. Still, I planned to enjoy every last minute, right down to the wire.