In Need of Release

 

"And I thought that this compound fracture was unpleasant," Job mused aloud, squirming in his hospital bed, his right arm completely in traction. "First I can't jerk off, and now the pain meds are making it hard to shit..." He dejectedly slumps (as much as someone whose arm is held as stationary as possible can slump) and sighs deeply. "Ya never know what you have until it's gone... Using Hefty Lefty just wouldn't feel right..."

The dark room is dimly illuminated by the glow of a laptop. At least Job had some "In Case of Emergency, Open Stuff Folder" pornography. Sure, he does wish he could jerk off to it, but it at least removes the boredom. Nothing's on, he can't sleep and it is 2 am. He's just not in the mood to sleep.

He hears a knock on the door, "SHIT!! It's time for rounds!!" Job thinks to himself. Thinking quickly, he responds with a "Uhhhmmmm, come in..." riddled with the voice cracks of a 14 year old who was just caught by his mom watching Skinemax. He hastily closes the lid to his laptop and tries thinking of pure boner-killing horror. She's obviously going to look at his bedpan which is required since he can't get out of bed until the fracture finally at least starts to set.. And it's Greta, too. "I'm never going to avoid being hard now - she's so fucking hot!"

Greta walks into the room, her silhouette is seen in the light from the hallway, her luscious curves only slightly obscured by her scrubs.. “So, someone’s not sleepy?” Greta states in a kind, yet intoxicating tone. Job turns on the light, seeing her beautiful face framed by that sexy pixie haircut. She asks “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” She asks all too knowingly. “You know I have to check your bedpan...”

Job attempts to protest, not wanting her to see him in such a state. The protest is rather half-hearted, as he both realizes that A) this is her job, and this can not have been the first time she changed a bedpan of a patient with a hard on, and B) For fuck’s sake, why is he worried about her seeing him with a boner - she’s seeing far more embarrassing things of his right now anyways.

She lifts the blanket, and like a true professional, she remains all business. “I checked on your chart, have you had any bowel movements today, Job?” she asks, concerned for the well being of her patient.

“No, I’ve not... It’s getting kind of annoying, I haven’t since the surgery to set my arm,” Job replies, obvious quite tired of having a nearly obstructed bowel.

“You just hang tight, Job. I’ll be sure to help you out quite well. I just need to grab something in the cabinet,” Greta says, with an odd gleam in her eye. She continues to talk as she grabs a hose, a soft walled bag, and an odd tip “See, this sort of thing happens quite often when they have surgery, and some types of pain medication, too. Sometimes the both can make you constipated. I can tell it’s built up a good amount of pressure... I need to relieve it to make you more comfortable,” as she fills the water with warmish water.

Job didn’t know whether to be nervous or excited. He’s never really done any ass-play, let alone had an enema whether it be medically or for pleasure. This odd mix of emotions bubbled and frothed in his mind like a percolator. In the end, Job realized that there was nothing that he could do about it and settled in to enjoy the ride the best he can.

The nozzle entered his anus and in a flash he felt the warm water flooding his rectum. It filled his rectum so much it pushed against his prostate, making his once deflating cock stand at attention, throbbing. Greta giggled, “Oh, one thing at a time, Job. One thing at a time,” as the water continued to fill his large intestines, so warm and soothing. He feels the tension from his colon start to lessen and for the first time in days he feels his bowels void with a hard force. The pan fills, and without letting a drop spill onto his sheets, she changes the bed pan.

After the last few squirts, Job feels as though he can finally rest easy. The simple lack of 4 days worth of shit backed up in his colon makes him all the more comfortable. Greta returns with a fresh pan, and sees Job’s throbbing dick. “Perhaps you could use a little bath after all of this,” she says. Immediately following that sentence, her mouth descends onto his cock, licking around in circles.

“Damn Greta, you sure know your way around a cock,” Job moans in pleasure. Out of habit, he momentarily tries to move his right hand to grip her hair. Of course, the combination of pulleys, harnesses, and soul shattering pain stop any attempt, so he must let his left hand suffice, stroking her hair, occasionally grabbing a handful of hair in especially pleasurable moments. Her head bobs up and down like an oil tower, tirelessly working to loose the white sweet cum under the surface. Her hands cup his balls and gently massage and caress them. Job throws his head back.

Job caresses Greta’s cheek, her eyes meeting his as she feels her mouth fill with a backlog of cum. Job’s toes curl as Greta gives him a look of both surprise and satisfaction. She continues to work it, making sure that every last drop is shot into her mouth, unwilling to waste even a single drop.

Greta gets off of Job’s hospital bed, wiping a little bit of overflow jizz with her finger, to suck her finger dry. She looks a job with a wry smile, “Well Job, it looks like I may need to check up on you every night to make sure you don’t need release.” For the first time, Job truly felt like it wasn’t so bad being stuck in the hospital. He needs to break appendages when trying to fuck his fuckdoll on a diving board more often...