"Oh fuuuuuuck!" The yell from the other room was accompanied by a loud crash. One or the other would have been enough to summon Aaron from preparing breakfast. Together they spurred him to a run. Rounding the corner into the hall that lead to their bedroom he was confronted with the sight of a toppled nightstand blocking the door way and a pair of feet akimbo against the side of the bed.

He practically dove over the obstruction to his husband's side. "Your back again?" It was more a statement of fact than a question.

A pathetic groan was his only response as he gently untwisted and lay Drais out on the floor, a pillow under his neck.

"I know you don't like the idea, but enough is enough." Aaron couldn't watch his beloved suffer in pain multiple times a week like this any longer. "I'm making you an appointment with my chiropractor."

"Nnnn"

"Yes." Aaron held Drais's hand while gently stroking his head. "I can't keep seeing you like this. I promise it will help. It does wonders for the back, and I'll make it a double appointment, I'll be right there beside you."

Thankfully it was mid-week and he was able to book a pair of spots for a 2 hour treatment for the same day. Drais spent the day weakly trying to plead his way out of it, but the attack was one of the worst he'd suffered and in the end he was in no condition to put up a resistance.

Aaron filled out the new patient forms for Drais while the spa attendants wheeled his husband into the prep room on a gurney. The attendants wasted no time in getting Drais ready for his first session. With practiced delicacy they removed the scant clothing he still had remaining left from sleeping in, having been in too much pain to have changed into anything more substantial.

Once nude he was weighed and his torso length measured before being moved with hospital-like precision onto a padded massage table. "I understand this is your first time and you're more than a bit reluctant," the head attendant spoke with a soothing voice, "but let me assure you that there is absolutely no risk and the doctor is highly skilled. We'll have that spine of yours straightened out and you feeling like a new man in no time."

Once the attendants had finished he was left alone in the room to await the doctor who would administer the dreaded treatment. When the door opened next however it wasn't the doctor but his husband, who took his place on an identical table beside Drais. "I'll be right here beside you, and will even go first so you can see there's nothing to be scared of." He took hold of Drais's hand to comfort him.

It wasn't long before the doctor entered. "Ahh Mr. Kristoph, it's good to see you again, and this must be your husband." The doctor crouched down in front of Drais's table so the pained patient didn't have to lift his head. "I'm so glad you're finally with us. Aaron has told me of your bad back many times. I'm assure you I'll have you feeling better in no time, and I will be as gentle with you as I can."

"Are you all set Aaron?"

"You know it." The doctor extracted a long metal rod from a rack on the wall after consulting Aaron's chart. "I see you haven't put on any weight since your last visit, so I'll be using your regular 2.5" spit."

The spit was carried behind Aaron where it was carefully lined up with his asshole. "And relax."

He didn't need to be told. A long moan issued from deep inside him as the doctor pressed forward. "It will feel strange as the spit works its way through your abdominal cavity." Aaron narrated what to expect for his husband. "It's hard to describe to someone who's never experienced it, but it's not painful." He gasped. "You'll reflexively inhale sharply as it passes through your diaphragm into your chest cavity, and you may begin to feel your heartbeat vibrate down the entire spit if its alignment puts into direct contact with your heart." He squeezed Drais's hand. "Once it enters the back of your throat you'll be unable to talk or move your head. I'll be right here with you the whole ti." The last word was cut off as the spit entered his throat then slid from his open mouth to extend two feet past his muzzle.

"Alright, your turn Drais. For you I'll be using a 3" diameter spit. Ready?"

"No." Drais was the top in the relationship, and in addition to never being comfortable with receiving the very idea of being impaled all the way through always freaked him out. He never understood how anyone was comfortable with that. "Wait. Why's mine bigger?"

"The spit diameter is determined by your weight and torso length. A large enough diameter must be used to ensure there is no bending or deflection of the shaft during the session."

Before he could protest any further he felt the steel press against his asshole. "Please relax and try to refrain from moving. Movement will not cause harm, but it will slow the process and needlessly aggravate your back." Drais whimpered where Aaron had moaned, but he found comfort in a squeeze from his husband's hand.

As the spit moved through his innards he found that he could no more describe the feeling than Aaron could to him. It was alien. It was wrong. Organs moved which shouldn't move. Spaces formed where spaces shouldn't been. Yet. There was a pressure forming against the inside of his spine that he'd never felt before, and he had to admit it already felt surprisingly better.

He inhaled sharply as Aaron had warned he would, and then his spine vibrated in beat with his heart. "The natural beat of the heart helps with alleviation of a twisted spine. I've aligned the spit properly to make the greatest use of this," the doctor explain as he continued to feed the spit through his patient.

Drais turned his head to look at his husband just before he felt the spit at the back of his throat. With his own head fixed forward Aaron couldn't see the look, but never-the-less he sensed it and gave his love's hand one more squeeze of encouragement.

With the pair fully spitted the doctor took his leave for the attendants to take over once more. Unable to move his body or head Drais watched as a pair of attendants carried his husband, supported entirely by the spit, through a pair of double doors from the prep room into the spa room.

"Prep wasn't so bad now was it sweetie?" The head attendant addressed him upon returning through the doors. "Now just hang tight and we'll have you in the spa in just moment." She took a hold of the spit protruding from his mouth and lifted it onto her shoulder. Behind him the second attendant did the same with the spit extending from his ass.

Lifted from the table his entire weight shifted onto the spit running through him. Supported by the inside of his spine his back popped in several places sounding like series of firecrackers. He panicked for a moment before his nerves could transmit the feelings to his brain. His back suddenly felt better than it had in months.

The pair of attendants carried him through the double doors into the spa room beyond. It was a large space with plants and a small waterfall feature. Incense and soothing music completed the atmosphere. He was carrier to the edge of the pond the waterfall emptied into where a series of other patients were supported by their spits, arms and legs dangling lazily beneath them. His spit was fixed to an empty set of upright poles between Aaron and another patient, leaving him suspended between them by nothing but the rod running through him.

His back popped a few more times further relieving its knots as he settled in for the two hour session. He sighed, a smile forming around the steel in his mouth. This wasn't really so bad.