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A Starving Artist Gets By ( Part Four (RR))
redtailedman@hotmail.com
I was yanked by my hair to my feet and then more or less shoved out the
door to the counter. Cathy threw my clothes at me and pushed me out into
the empty front of the store. "Get dressed and find your own way back to
your car, I'll call you when I need you again, you are not off the hook
yet", she hissed at me. As I was stepping into my boxers, the young
teenagers walked past and out the door grinning at me the entire time. The
contact of cotton and scrotum was most unpleasant but I quickly got
everything on and hurried out the door, down the street and luckily caught
a cab back to my loft.
As soon as I got in the door, I made the big mistake of trying to knock
back a shot of Jamisons Irish whiskey and nearly passed out when the firey
alcohol hit my newly pierced tongue. Since I managed to get one down,
shots two through ten quickly followed and I finally felt numb enough to
pass out. Awakening to the sensation of someone tugging on my scrotum, I
quickly realized that my morning wood was trying to relocate my very tender
scrotum. I hobbled to my toolbox, got the wire cutters and proceeded to
remove all of my "decorations". My tongue was so swollen I could hardly
speak and my scrotum was so sore I could just about walk so after some
coffee, a hot shower and a couple of aspirin, I felt the need to paint. I
painted most of the day stopping only for some soup and tea. The phone
rang repeatedly but I never answered it. Someone rang the door buzzer five
stories below several times but I ignored it.
I dozed off for a while and woke up as the morning light came through
the window. Again, after strong coffee, a hot shower, and some aspirin, I
resumed painting and again ignored both the door buzzer and ringing phone.
However, the pain in my scrotum and tongue forced me to stop. I knocked
back a couple shots of Jamison and the throbbing in my scrotum and tongue
sort of subsided.The alcohol hadn't fogged my brain enough to suppress the
alarm I felt when I whiped my tender anus after a bowel movement and
noticed blood on the toilet paper. When I touched my scrotum as I was
pulling up my boxers and found puss around the piercing hole, I decided I
needed to get some help and fast.
I called a cab and since I didn't have any health insurance, went to the
university hospital emergency room. Luckily for me the place was just
about deserted. The clerk at the reception counter was a very cute, young
, plump woman of no more than twenty. She asked me what my problem was and
I said "swollen tongue, scrotum and blood in my stool", she heard something
that sounded like a guy with a mouth full of cotton gargling. She asked me
again and I replied in the same manner. Finally, I pointed to my tongue
and said "look". She looked at me aghast and said "OOOH that looks like
some kind of allergic reaction, I better get the nurse to look at you
quickly". She picked the phone up and spoke rapidly into it. Five seconds
later a thirtyish, tall, thin woman appeared in front of me. She said,
"are you the man with the allergic reaction"? I shook my head , opened my
mouth and tried to stick out my tongue. She glanced at it quickly and
announced that she would get the doctor on call to look at me right away
and proceeded to steer me behind a curtained area and to a gurney. She
handed me a hospital gown and grunted, "better take everything off and put
this on". She turned and left as I gingerly stripped off my clothes and
pulled on the gown. The cute clerk appeared just as I sat on the gurney.
"Better fill out these forms as best as you can" she said , handed me a
clipboard, some forms and a pen and left. The forms were mostly routine
stuff (name, address) but also delved into the source of my emergency and I
had to answer some embarrassing questions related to the locations of my
injuries and how I acquired them. A short while later the curtain was
pulled aside by the nurse, and a short Indian woman in a sari, who
introduced herself as Dr. C something. She touched my forehead and
muttered something about he feels feverish, better get his temperature and
don't take it by mouth. The nurse proceeded to shake down a glass
thermometer, lube it and motion for me to roll on my side. As I rolled on
my side exposing my rear, I heard her gasp as she looked at my recently
paddled ass. "Wow looks like somebody was a bad boy and got spanked", she
said and then looked closer and reached out and said "these are actually
small hand prints, what the hell is going on here"? Dr. C looked over in
sudden astonishment and said " a grown man getting spanked, what kind of
nonsense is this"? I tried to explain but nothing intelligible came out.
At this moment the young clerk came back to retrieve her forms. She
took one look at my reddened bare ass and just stood there openmouthed.
"Lets see if he has any other surprises", the nurse said as she pulled my
gown off my shoulder and onto the gurney, leaving me exposed to all three
of them. Dr. C touched my left nipple and I jumped. "Lay back on the
gurney please", she said. I quickly rolled on my back, my legs dangling
over the edge, my sore cock and scrotum clearly visible. "Looks like he
has mutilated his nipples", she said as her hand lightly touched my nipple
and then reached between my legs. I groaned as she touched my foreskin and
then my scrotum. "Looks like he mutilated his penis and scrotum as well;
clean these wounds up, give him an injection of Pennicillin and call Psyc
for a consultation". She turned and walked out shaking her head and
pushing past the clerk who was standing there holding my curtain wide open
and gawking. The nurse looked at her and said, "don't you have any work to
do Rennie"? Rennie replied, "well Judy,it's kind of slow and besides he's
the most interesting case I've seen in a month of clerking". Rennie
grabbed my completed forms, sat on a nearby stool and began reading as she
watched. She left the curtain wide open so she could watch the front desk.
Judy proceeded to get antiseptic and some swabs and not so gently began to
clean the area around where my scrotum was pierced. I jumped and
accidentally knocked over the tray of antiseptic. I gave a garbled apology
as Judy attached both my wrists and ankles to the side rails with velcro
restraints. "We can't have you hurting yourself anymore big guy or one of
us and I forgot all about taking your temperature", she said as she roughly
pushed me on my side and worked the thermometer into me. I groaned and
squirmed as the thermometer hit some tender spots. Judy withdrew the
thermometer and noted that she had to get Dr. C because I was running a
fever of 102F and there was blood on the tip of the bulb. She finished
cleaning up my scrotum, foreskin and nipples as I groaned and jumped at the
roughness of her touch. "Wow Judy, the wounds aren't self inflicted, he
got them volunteering for a piercing class," Rennie said. "Any explanation
about these handprints on his bottom?", Judy sneered as she stuck me in the
butt cheek with pennicillin.
Dr. C, accompanied by two female, oriental interns, walked through the
open curtain at this point, glanced at my reddened bottom, smiled and shook
her head. "He is running a temperature of 102F and has a blood tinged
rectal discharge Dr. C", Judy said in their general direction. Dr. C
slipped on a pair of exam gloves, lubed up her index finger and motioned
for Judy to roll me on my side. "Why do you have him in restraints?", Dr.
C asked as she inserted her finger in my anus, of course, I jumped and
involuntarily moved away. "As you can see, he is not entirely co-operative
and I am worried about our safety", Judy replied. I moaned and squirmed as
Dr. C hit tender spots in my abused anus. " He may have some tearing in
here, better give him an enema and I'll look around with the scope after
he's cleaned out", Dr. C said and walked out through the still open
curtain.
The two interns carried on a conversation in some foreign language and
giggled glancing back at my exposed rear as they watched Judy gather
several disposable enemas and a bed pan. Judy put on a pair of gloves,
lubed up her index finger and then lubed up my anus. "Try to relax", she
said as she inserted the first of the enema nozzles. I felt the cold
solution go deeply into my colon and shuddered. "Hold it in a little bit,"
Judy said as she held the nozzle in me as a sort of plug. The nozzle end
was touching my prostate and in spite of my discomfort, I felt myself
getting an erection. She withdrew the nozzle with one hand and rolled me
onto the bedpan with the other. As soon as I rolled onto the bedpan, my
almost erect penis was noticed by the interns, Rennie, and Judy and two
other women who were passing by the open curtain. Rennie chirped, "looks
like he enjoyed the enema"! The interns left laughing as I evacuated my
bowels into the bedpan. Rennie sat there obviously fascinated by my
rapidly forming erection. Judy rolled me on my side again, cleaned up my
anus with a moist towelette, and inserted the nozzle of a fresh enema
inside me. I groaned and squirmed as the nozzle hit my prostate and I
couldn't help push back against Judy's hand. "Hey, none of that", Judy
said as she lightly tapped my left ass cheek. She rolled me back onto the
bedpan and withdrew the nozzle; my fully erect penis pointing at the
ceiling. Judy looked at my erection, took away the full bedpan and started
to leave, shaking her head. "What do you do about his, uh, uh, swelling,"
Rennie said. "It'll just have to stay that way", Judy said as she left.
At that moment, a major car accident arrived and Rennie took off, leaving
my curtain open.
I glanced out through the open curtain and repeatedly watched as people
walked by. Most of the people more or less ignored the sight of me lying
there nude with my penis fully erect. However, three young girls who were
obviously not working in the hospital slowly walked by gawking the first
time, smiling the second time, and outright giggling the third time. By
the time Dr. C, Judy and the two interns came back a half hour later, my
tumescent penis had shrunk to half mast. Judy pulled the curtain closed as
she pushed a cart with some equipment on it to the foot of my gurney.
"He's appears to be very sensitive around the anus Dr. C, do you think we
should sedate him prior to the scoping"?, said Judy. "Lets see how it
goes, roll him over and restrain him", said Dr. C. I was rolled on my
stomach, the gurney was folded in such a way that my rear was elevated and
my ankles and wrists were again secured to the rails of the gurney.
Dr. C, the interns, and Judy all put on exam gloves and clustered
behind me. Judy lubed my anus and stepped aside. Dr. C, flanked on
either side by the interns, picked up a black, flexible, tube like thing
and inserted the tip into my anus. She gently tapped my rear with one hand
as she slowly fed it into me. "Relax sir, this will be over in just a
minute". She watched a monitor as the scope disappeared inside and
narrated for the interns. " There appears to be a very small laceration
here, and two more, here and here", as she advanced the scope. "The lining
of the patients anal mucosa is irritated here and here and especially here
over the prostate". I groaned and shuddered as the scope passed over my
prostate and shifted my hips which allowed my hardening penis to slip
backward along the sheet and between my legs, becoming very obvious to
anyone behind me. I heard one of the interns giggle. Dr. C muttered
something about how I don't seem to mind this proceedure at all. At that
point I heard Rennies voice saying "he says on his medical form that his
girlfriends may have injured him anally during sexual intercourse." The
interns laughed loudly as Dr. C
immediately withdrew the scope and tossed it on the tray. "Okay, enough
pleasure for this guy, get him a script for Amoxicillin and some nupricanal
ointment and get him out of here", said Dr. C in a disgusted tone as she
snapped off her gloves and left, quickly followed by the interns.
Judy pulled off my restraints and told me to get dressed as she slapped
me playfully across the rear. As I sat up I found myself facing Rennie who
was perched on her stool looking directly at my hard and dripping cock.
Judy tossed her two tubes of ointment and a plastic container of pills as
she walked out. " I don't think he will mind if you show him how to put on
the oinment on his wounds". Quick as a flash Rennie was in front of me
with the oinment in hand. "You put a dab of this on each nipple, and on
the wounds down here". She reached between my legs and applied a dab to my
scrotum and gently grasped the tip of my fully engorged penis. She
squeezed some ointment into her palm and as she looked into my eyes, rubbed
it back and forth across the injury to my foreskin. I shuddered and almost
immediately came into her hand and shot a huge load cum as far as her
wrist. She just smiled, turned, washed her hands in the sink and left
saying "see me at the counter when you are ready". As soon as I recovered
my wits, I dressed and made my way out. Several smirking, grinning women
were lurking at the reception counter exchanging glances with Rennie as I
signed whatever papers she put in front of me. As I was turning to leave
she handed me a card her phone number on it saying " I have your number,
now you have mine".
by redtailedman@hotmail.com
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