She was making unintelligible sounds, and Jack was sure she was speaking, he just couldn't piece together what she was saying. So, he just looked back at her and studied her through his slitted eyes.
She was a rather pretty brunette with green eyes and a slight smirk that suggested a really pretty smile. There was a sparkle of mischief in her eyes, too. She looked to be in her late 20's. That's really all he could see of her right then.
He finally realized she was speaking to him, and he was able to make out what the words were,"Mr. Jones. Can you hear me?"
Mr. Jones. That must be his name. He couldn't remember before. He managed to give a weak nod yes and her face lit up with a dazzling smile. "My name is Jenna. I am your nurse. You're in a hospital but you're going to be ok." She turned and said something over shoulder and another face hovered into view.
A man's face. He was a bit older, maybe 45 or so, clean shaven with brown eyes and a bit of grey at his temples. "My name is Dr. Balti. You've been through a lot, but you're going to be ok. You rest now and we'll talk more later."
There were so many questions Jack wanted to ask him, but he couldn't seem to make his mouth work. He could barely keep his eyes open. The whole time they were talking to him, the pain was coming back. He could tell now that it was coming from his lower back and radiating outward through his body. Then the morphine pump kicked on and he quuckly drifted back into the gray.
Jack woke at some time later. He opened his eyes, but it was just as dark as when they were closed. He felt a pleasant sensation coming from his cock, which he noticed was hard as a rock.
Someone, with very delicate hands, was slowly stroking his cock. But they were doing it in a very frustrating manner. They would start at the base with a very firm grip, slowly relaxing their grip as the lubed hand slid up the shaft, finishing with a light feathery touch at the tip. Then they would start over at the base and repeat. It felt really good, but it was maddening.
He had no idea whose hand was wrapped around his cock, but at this point, he didn't care either. He could feel himself getting close to cumming. His body began to tense up in preparation, but the hand slowed to a stop, temporarily killing his orgasm. Then it would start again, bringing him right to the brink of cumming and just holding him there. Precum was pouring out of his swollen cock like a river. If he had the strength, he would have screamed, but he was so weak, all he could do was lie there and take it.
This went on for some time, Jack wasn't sure how long but it felt like hours. Eventually, the mystery hand stopped. He felt a wet cloth wiping his cock and balls clean of lube and precum. And then nothing.
After a while, his still hard cock throbbing and his balls aching, he heard the morphune pump kick on, sendung him back into darkness.
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