Slowly, painfully Jim's mind clawed it's way up from the black abyss of unconciousness. One by one he willed himself to take control of his senses. It was like a double all nighter combined with the worst hangover he'd ever had. The first thing he noted was an irritating, regular beeping noise coming from somewhere to the left of him. Almost immediately he felt something smooth pressing against his upper lip. It was quite annoying, so he lifted his arm to try to brush it away...
and and found that he couldn't move his arm. He tried his other arm, and found that he could move it, but only a few inches in any direction before it was stopped by some sort of restraint. Carefully, he opened his eyes, afraid he would be blinded by the light. What he saw made him feel sick to his stomach.
Jim was lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by various machines and tubes, and covered by the standard issue hospital sheet. Looking left he saw the machine making the beeping noise was tracking his heartbeet and oxygen saturation. Looking to the right he saw a mostly drawn curtain. Looking down the bed, he saw a huge bulge in the middle of the hospital bed. Next to it his right arm lay, banages covering most of it. What he could see of the hand didn't look good. He tried moving the arm as hard as he could, and succeeded in getting it to twitch. His other arm was bound to the side of the bed with a leather cuff. He wiggled his toes, to be sure. "Well, at least I'm not paralyzed", he thought.
Attention returning to the bulge in the middle of the bed, he realized that it was his cock, fully erect. And yet, he wasn't really all that horny. "I suppose it's hard to be horny when a person gets their arm mangled by... um... mangled by... what the fuck happened to me, anyway?"
Just then a doctor and a male nurse emerged from behind the curtain.
Sat Jun 15 22:50:27 2002