Today's the day

Today was the day, thought Tim

Today was the day he was scheduled to be discharged from the hospital. He’d been there a little over a month, although the first week he was unconscious and had no recollection.  He couldn’t remember the motorcycle accident that had put him here either but his wife had shown him the pictures of his bike- it must have been horrific.  He was fortunate though since they expected him to make a full recovery eventually. The main thing damaged was his limbs. When he went over the handlebars he had shattered bones in both arms and both legs- and was now sporting four huge casts. “Good Morning,” He heard Susan- his weekday nurse was at the door. “Is someone going to miss me after today?” She said with a big exaggerated frown on her pretty face. “Of course…” Tim smiled back. She was carrying a container of soapy water and placed it on the bed as she drew the privacy curtain closed. Susan was a cute young blonde who always flirted with him.  He caught a glimpse down the front of her uniform when she bent over to put the container at the foot of the bed. Tim knew what was coming and closed his eyes for a moment- fighting the erection that he could already feel stirring. She was chatting about the upcoming weekend as she casually untied his hospital gown and removed it exposing his naked body.

He had pretty much gotten over the humiliation factor of his personal hygiene, everything from bathing to bathroom issues had suddenly become a group activity.  The unwanted erections- again- were embarrassing to him but the nurses seemed to take things in stride.  But what he couldn’t get used to was the daily sponge bath which was almost becoming a torture ritual at this point.  Even though his arms and legs were busted up he was still a man- a man who hadn’t had an orgasm in over a month. She was sponging his bare chest now- the water felt warm on his skin.  He closed his eyes again, trying to think about something else, but knew without looking his penis was completely erect and bobbing up and down in the air and she hadn’t even touched it yet. He felt her work her way down until her fingertips gently manipulating his genitals as she rubbed it gently with the warm, soapy water. She always seemed to linger in this area.  “I’m glad your penis is always nice and hard mister!” she said in a silly ‘official sounding’ voice “It makes it much easier to keep clean.” “I try to do my part” he said- wincing from embarrassment.  He had a complete crush on her ever since he overheard her talking one night with another nurse about his constant erections- which led to them agreeing he had a ‘nice sized one’ and then going on about ‘poor guy’ and how horny he must be.  He’d tried helplessly to rub his stiff cock against the pillow for an hour after hearing that to try to relieve the ache in his balls – but without success. Finishing up she put a clean gown on him, giggling again at the tent his penis made under it.  “You have a good day today Mr. Jenson.  We’re all going to miss you around here.”  She said, turning to go.  But when she pulled the privacy curtain back she jumped, seeing Tim’s wife Rachael sitting in the chair, legs and arms crossed, with a cold look on her face. Rachael was an extremely successful business executive- she was wearing a dark pinstripe suite, black high-heeled boots, and had her dark hair pulled straight back in a ponytail- all adding to her chilling demeanor. “Oh! Good morning Ms. Jenson” Susan said. “I – uh – was just giving your husband his morning sponge bath.”  It was no secret all the nurses’ hated Tim’s wife. “Of course,” Rachael said scowling.  Her angry glare only left Susan’s face briefly to look at her husband’s throbbing erection plainly visible under the paper thin gown, and then focused back on Susan. “The patient shuttle will be here at exactly two o’clock this afternoon to transport him home – please do not keep everyone waiting as you usually do for everything else.” “Of course Mrs. Jenson,” Susan said, hurrying out of the room. With that, Rachael looked back at her husband’s still throbbing penis, then briefly at his face.  Shaking her head in disgust she walked out of the room without saying a word to him. Tim’s first week at home was brutal. His wife Rachael was obviously furious with him for either getting into the accident in the first place or for what she perceived as an indiscretion with the sponge bath incident.  Either way she was barely talking to him.  She had set up one of the spare second floor bedroom suites with a hospital bed.  She had also hired a nurse to live in the adjacent suite full time to bathe and relieve him.  Gretchen, a robust woman who was easily three hundred pounds if she was an ounce, seemed to have the personality centered on impatience and man hating.  She talked with a thick German accent and barked orders at him when it was necessary to communicate. He still got erections all the time, thankfully not usually around Gretchen away.  The few times it did happen in her presence she reacted as if she was horrified to see it and bellow at him “control your disgusting man-urges immediately Mr. Jenson!”  But the rest of the time he was going crazy.  He had struggled over and over to reach the tip of his penis or even rub up against something with enough friction to get off but it was useless.  Finally after a few weeks at home he decided he had to beg his wife for some relief.  According to his Doctor he was still anywhere from six to eight months away from any hope of removing any casts.  Their sex life was never that great to begin with but surely she must understand giver the circumstances.  Rachael seemed to listen patiently while Tim tried to explain what he was feeling- how he had constant erections- how he had tried for hours to rub against the mattress- how he needed relief- until she stood up and walked out of the room without saying a word. Tim’s head fell back into the pillow in frustration. A few minutes later she came back in with something in her hand saying “I have just the thing!” Tim’s brief smile quickly turned to confusion and then panic at what he saw in her hand. It was his cell phone.  He’d always just guessed it had been lost or destroyed in the accident. “Let’s see here,” said Rachael.  “You have a lot of women in here.  Would you like me to text one of them for you?  How about Samantha?  Her pictures look pretty hot.  Or maybe Debbie?  She says she misses your cock soooo much- I bet she’d be happy to come over.  There’s a nice redhead who keeps sending nude pictures too although you don’t have her name programmed I just call her 6655.” “Rachael…I..” “Shut the fuck up.”  She snapped back.  “How dare you.  I work hard to provide us with an affluent lifestyle so you can stay at home and be a fucking wanna-be golf pro and bullshit house husband and you are fucking probably a dozen women behind my back?  I should have you fucking castrated.  Gretchen told me she’d do it too- she used to work for a fucking veterinarians office and says it’s easy.”  Rachael made and ominous scissor gesture with her fingers.   “I….I…” “I said shut- the- fuck- up.”  Rachael’s face was stone cold.  “You are a worthless piece of shit.  I’m going to let you get healed up and then you are out on your ass.  Remember the prenuptial agreement you signed?  In case you forgot or are too stupid to understand I’ll tell you- it says you will be out on your unemployed ass with a one-time $500 settlement from me.  I suggest you take the redhead out for a fun weekend and enjoy each other before you become homeless.” Tim was silent until Rachael asked him what he had to say for himself- at which point he had a complete breakdown.  He cried and apologized and promised to do anything she asked- anything at all- he just didn’t want things to end.  After he calmed down he repeated- he would do anything if she would please just give him one more chance. “Unbelievable” Rachael said- and walked out of the room.  Tim didn’t see his wife for almost a week after that and was very concerned.  Gretchen was even meaner than usual- giving him a scowling smile that suggested she knew everything.  He had no way to earn a living- he had no friends or family to lean on- and the thought of going from his current lifestyle to complete poverty was unimaginable. When he finally did see Rachael she was holding a small bag and was smiling sweetly. “I listened to what you said, Tim, and I thought about it quite a bit over the last week.  I decided you’re right and since you are going to be here for quite a few more months anyway I should try to help you at the same time- right?  You are attached to this lifestyle- and I have my reasons for keeping you around as well.” Tim nodded, enthusiastically, afraid to say anything that might derail her slight change of heart. “Good,” she said, withdrawing a small metal object from the bag. “I kind of figured you would agree.” At that point Rachael showed the object to Tim.  It was a wide cylinder hinged on one side with a clasp on the other, and the inside was line with rows and rows of sharp spikes. “This little device is called a Kali’s Teeth Bracelet. I think it will help solve a lot of your problems- unwanted erections, sexual thoughts, frustration trying to masturbate, everything.” As she spoke she was pulling back his gown and snapping the device on his flaccid penis just behind the head. “Gretchen told me about this ingenious little device- her husband has worn one for years and she says he is perfectly behaved at all times.  She said I don’t really need to explain how it works to you- it’s pretty self explanatory even for someone as dumb as you.  And we probably don’t need a lock for it with the condition you are in now- but I’m going to go ahead and lock it anyway- you know- just to fuck with your head.”  And with a CLICK from the lock punctuating her last sentence she smiled and gave the head of his cock an affectionate little squeeze.  He felt his penis stiffen immediately and the sharp teeth from the device dug into soft, tender skin, as the device did its job. Next she lifted up his fat, full balls in her hand and gave them a hard squeeze. “Gretchen has a lot of skills and knowledge- I think we’re going to look for a more ‘permanent’ surgical solution to your behavior problems involving these troublemakers.  At some point I think you will come to realize you’ll be better off without them.” She laughed, “But we have some time to work out the details on that.  Lots and lots of time.” And with that she walked out of the room.  As his erection slowly subsided he could still feel every row of spikes digging mercilessly into his shaft and he knew that his life would never be the same.