Jail Bait 3
Thank you to those who have read the story so far. I really appreciate the words of encouragement that I have received. I am going to give a fair warning that there will be some things that take place that will not be completely enjoyable to every reader but they do have a purpose. I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: The story that I have written is a complete work of fiction. All characters come out of my tiny imagination and were created solely for the purpose of writing this particular story. Any similarities in characters of real life persons is strictly coincidental. If it is offensive for you to read about Man on Man sex, please leave now or forever hold your peace. If it is illegal for you to read gay erotica wherever you may reside, please leave now.
Nifty is a wonderful site please support by donating if you are able to do so.
Jail Bait
Chapter 3
It's been almost 3 months since that night. I can't believe that I am in prison and I'm the happiest I have ever been in my life. Mr. Johnson got me set up for a work assignment in the computer lab and library. I teach computer software in the morning, currently MS Office for beginners, for two hours and I tutor in the afternoons from 3-5:30. I spend every night in the arms of the man that I love most in the world. He holds me tight and whispers in my ear that he loves me. He pinches my ass when he passes me in the hallways and best of all, he fucks my brains out. There is only one problem, Quise. He makes snide remarks and stares at me all the fucking time. But, I have heeded the advice that I have been given by several people. I am never alone with him and I avoid him at all cost. I have to say that when he is around me and Derik, he is a perfect gentleman. I just want to be left alone. I'm sitting here thinking about this situation as I teach this class. I have 10 students at the present moment. Teaching this class is tedious mainly because I am teaching a bunch of people who have just learned how to turn a computer on a few weeks ago, but it keeps me busy. I get just as excited as they do when they get something right. They are currently taking an open book test on the computers. I can't wait until after lunch, I get to go back to my cell and spend some time with my bae. I am getting hard just thinking about him. I love the afternoon sex; it has a different quality to it. We could get caught, maybe that's the appeal. Usually it's just head or frottage, but sometimes, it's all out fucking. That is what I am in the mood for today.
The time is up and the group starts handing in their papers and books. When the lab is empty, I start grading papers. Looking over at the clock, I realize that it's halfway through lunch. I can eat in the cell so I will wait. I am just about finished with my last few papers when there is a tapping on the door. I look up and there is Quise. "Wassup faggot?" he says.
He continues, "I missed seeing that tight ass of yours walking by me in the commons." I look up at him, lean back in my chair and cross my arms in front of me.
"You know, only faggots make comments like that. You do realize that looking at another man's ass is gay don't you?" I don't know what made me say it or why I like to antagonize him, I guess I'm just getting tired of his shit. He balled up his hands into fist and started to walk towards me but stopped himself and backed up into the door.
"Ooooh, I'm gonna fuck you up faggot!"
"I don't think so." I said. "If you were going to it would have been done by now." He still didn't move but he looked so pissed that I thought that he was going to charge me at any moment. I smirked at him and he just nodded his head and said, "A'ight bitch, I got somethin' for yo' ass." And backed out of the room. At this point I wasn't really sure what to think so I just started packing up to go back to my cell to get something to eat. I was starving. I was just standing when Mr. James walked in, he is the Director of Education Programs here at Highview.
"Hey Dominic, how was your morning class?"
"Pretty good, the guys are really enthusiastic about the classes so far and are doing well so far. So it's good."
He nodded. "Say, was that Quise that just walked out of here?"
"Yep, that was him."
"What was he doing in here? He's not taking any classes."
I don't know why I feel the need to protect this bamma, but I said, "I'm not really sure, he came through here from lunch and was talking about not seeing me in the commons. I guess he was just being nosey."
"Is he bothering you Dominic? We all know about him and what he is capable of. None of us want for you to get tied up into his stuff. You know you can talk to me. I do have some clout with the CO's around here so if you are having any problems with him or anyone else, just let us know."
"I appreciate that, but I should be OK."
He looked at his watch and said, "Just be careful of him and you should be headed back to the block for afternoon count."
"Yes sir, I'm just on my way." I picked up the stacked books and the graded papers and handed them to him. "I will see you this afternoon at 3 for tutoring." He took the papers and nodded. I walked back towards the block not thinking about anything other than wrapping my lips around Derik's dick. I was making the right turn to head towards the block when I was jumped. Someone had their hand over my mouth and I felt someone else grab my legs while I was trying to kick. I was biting at his hand and trying to kick as hard as I could. They were strong. I was pulled into a dark room. The light came on as soon as I was dragged in. I noticed that it was Robert that had my legs. I knew at this point that it was Quise that had his hands over my mouth and around my arms and chest. I tried even harder to bite him but I just couldn't get a good grip. The door to the room closed, it was a storage room of some kind. There were boxes of paper and other supplies lining the walls. Quise's hand slipped a little and I tried to bite him again, this time I got a good grip and bit as hard as I could.
"God damn it, you fuckin' bitch." He groaned. "Let his legs go!" he commanded Robert. And he dropped my legs. I started kicking like no bodies business. I knew if he let me go I could put up a good fight. I had a feeling he wasn't going to let me go. He lifted me up and slammed me down on the floor. I fell over on my side. He quickly straddled me while Robert got down and sat on my legs. This positioning and the fall hurt like hell. I realized that Quise no longer had his hand over my mouth and I tried to scream. Before I could get it out, Quise punched me in the face and said, "Shut the fuck up!"
I was seeing stars. "Get the tape over there." He commanded Robert. "Tape his feet together." I felt my feet being bound together all the while Quise had his hand over my mouth again. Quise rolled me over onto my stomach and sat on my ass. He took the tape and proceeded to tape my mouth shut by wrapping the tape around my head a couple times. I was trying hard not to break down, I could barely breath with him sitting on me the way he was. I just hoped this would be over soon. Quise taped my hands together and stood up. I looked up at him. He had that sick smirk on his face.
"Bet you ain't got nuthin' smart to say now do you faggot? I'm going to make this as painful for you as I possibly can." He started unbuttoning his pants and let them fall to the floor. He kicked them off with his shoes.
"You sure you wanna do this now man? They gonna know something's up, it's almost time for count." Robert said.
"You wanna leave, leave." He spat at him "This faggots got it comin' and I'm gonna give it to is sorry ass. He always got something smart to say. Let's see how smart he is when I have my dick shoved so far up his ass he can taste my cum on his tongue."
I started bucking, trying my hardest to get loose. Quise got down on his knees beside me. He reached around and unbuckled and pulled my pants and boxers down to my ankles. He smacked me a couple times on the ass. I didn't realize I was crying. I closed my eyes and prayed that this would be over soon. He straddled me and I felt him sliding his dick up and down the crack of my ass and I started bucking again trying to get him off of me. He punched me hard in my right side about where my kidney is. I tried to scream out loud around the tape but he punched me again and said, "I told you, shut the fuck up!" He spit on my ass and spread it down the crack. He placed his dick head at the entrance to my hole and applied pressure. I was squeezing my cheeks together trying to avoid the assault he was trying to put on me but he kept applying pressure, he kept pushing. He punched me in the back again. I loosened up just a bit and he shoved the entire length of his dick into my ass balls deep. I was trying my best to scream around the tape. It felt like a white hot poker stabbing me in my ass. I don't know how long he fucked me but I do know that it was the worst pain of my life.
He laid down on my and straight out fucked me hard. I couldn't breathe. I was seeing stars and my vision went black. The next think I remember hearing was "Fuck he tight as shit, I'm cummin' like a mutha' fucka'". I prayed that he wouldn't cum in me but he didn't stop. He kept fucking me hard. His stroke never faltered. I hoped that this was over, but he got up on his knees his hard dick slipped out of my ass, he rolled me over onto my right side and shoved his dick back in my ass.
"I can't get enough of that ass man, it's so fuckin' tight." He kept slamming his dick into my ass and side fucked me. I hurt so bad that I lost consciousness again. When I came to Quise was kicking me in my side yelling for me to wake the fuck up.
"You want some of that ass Rob?"
"Hell yeah man." Robert said as he got down on his knees behind me.
"You got a tight ass faggot. What? Nuthin' smart to say now huh." I looked up at as Quise was pulling up his boxers and noticed that his dick was covered in blood. I started bucking again trying to get Robert away from me but Quise kicked me in the side, "Stop faggot. Let my boy get a piece of that tight ass of yours."
I couldn't breathe. I was trying hard to catch my breath. I felt that white poker again but this time it had a different quality to it. It stung more than felt hot. Robert just kept saying "oooh shit, oooh shit," and a couple seconds later he said, "I'm about to nut." He jammed his little dick into my ass and unloaded. I just wanted this to be over. He pulled out and jumped up.
"You right nigga, that shit is tight."
I laid there with my eyes closed praying that this would be over soon, I looked at Quise wishing that he would let me loose so I could kick his ass. He stared down at me. "What the fuck you staring at bitch."
I tried to say "Fuck you!" I think he understood.
"Fuckin' faggot." He said and started kicking me. He just kept kicking and kicking in my side and my torso. Robert grabbed him and pulled him away from me. "Q let's get him untied and dressed so we can get out of here."
"Untie him for what. Let the faggot stay like that, let them find him like the little faggot he is." He walked over and kicked me again. He turned around straightened up his clothes and walked out the door. He never looked back.
I don't know how long I was there. I would fall asleep and wake up again. That just kept repeating itself. I could tell that I was losing a lot of blood. I could feel it pooling around my groin and lap. I remembered being awakened by one of the CO's I think it was Perkins. He slammed the door open and looked at me.
"Holy shit!" he said and then he screamed "He's in here, get a medic...Dominic it's OK, you'll be alright, were getting help."
I don't think that I have ever felt more relieved before in my life. I didn't care that I was laying here bound and gagged.
"Don't untie him! We need to get pictures." Someone said, I am not sure who.
"We can't take pictures of him like this man, that's degrading."
"That's procedure Perkins."
"We'll be quick Dominic OK, we'll get you out here soon buddy." Perkins said.
The next thing I heard was a camera clicking. I heard someone say in the distance, "He's in the supply closet." A few seconds later, the nurse that gives me my medicine in the evenings, Sharice, was walking through the door. I closed my eyes in relief.
"Oh my God. Who did this to him? Dominic, Dominic. You're OK. Open your eyes baby, come on, open your eyes." She was rubbing my forehead and face. "Can we get this tape off of him?"
They started peeling off the tape. I was so sore. They took the tape off my mouth first, then everywhere else. I moved my arm up to my face and got a searing pain in my side. I tried to take a deep breath but couldn't. It hurt too bad.
"Where does it hurt Dominic?" Sharice asked.
I looked over at her and whispered, "Everywhere."
"We need to get him up to medical. He has a tremendous amount of bleeding and we need to do a full assessment. Get the board and collar before we roll him over."
"Pants." I said.
"What's that Dominic? She said.
"My pants." I whispered again.
"We'll cover you up OK, were not going to pull them up, where just gonna have to cut them off."
One of the med techs came in with the board and collar, I didn't recognize him. All I heard him say was "Mother of God, What the fuck happened." It made me wonder just how bad I looked.
"We don't know yet." One of the CO's said
"Just take off his bottoms and shoes." Sharice said. They were off in no time. She put on the collar and told me to take to keep my hands to the side. "Get the board." Someone said. Sharice moved to kneel by my head and the Tech moved to my feet. "I'm gonna hold his head, you hold the arms and you the legs, we turn on 3, 1...2...3. They started turning me over onto the board. I felt this searing pain through my entire midsection. I tried to scream but it was just a gurgle as I vomited. I was choking on whatever came out. I hurt so bad and couldn't catch my breath.
"He's got internal bleeding, that's a lot of blood. We need to get him to medical, he's gonna need to get to a hospital now." I barely heard anything just fragments. I kept blacking out. I just couldn't breathe. I kept seeing flashes of white and hearing partial conversations.
We had arrived in the medical ward and someone kept trying to get my attention. "Dominic, do you remember what happened to you? Who did this to you?" I was staring in CO Perkins' face. I tried to tell him but couldn't find my voice. So I tried to lift my hands to sign it to him but I was still secured to the gurney.
"He can't talk, I think his ribs are broken and there are some other things going on in there as well."
I lifted my hand as best I could and kept signing Quise and Roberts names. The med tech noticed and said, "That's sign language. He's spelling something." I kept signing, E...R...O...B...E...R...T... Q...U...I...S...E... Quise and Robert."
Officer Park looked at me and said, "Quise and Robert did this to you?" I tried to nod but couldn't so I used the sign for "Yes"
"He said "Yes"" The tech said.
I heard someone say, "They were both late for afternoon count, send someone to search their cell now. Put `em in lock up and separate them."
"The chopper is on its way to take him to county. His injuries are extensive and he's on a blood thinner so I don't know how this is going to play out. He's lost a lot of blood and there is no telling how much internal damage has been done." Sharice said.
"Chopper'll be here in 10 minutes. Let's get him down to the yard, Wilkins, Perkins, you go with him. Report back with what's going on. You make sure they do a rape kit, those two sons of bitches aren't gonna get away with this shit this time."
I didn't realize that I had an IV in my arm until they started pushing me down the hall. I was also in less pain and feeling a little loopy. I couldn't really take a good breath but it didn't hurt so bad. For the umpteenth time, I thought of Derik, the entire time I was down on that floor, I thought about him and how much I loved him. I was also resigned to the fact that he wouldn't want me anymore once he finds out what happened.
"Dominic, are you in any pain, do you need any more pain meds before you go?" I didn't realize that I was crying and ignored the question. We got down to the yard as the chopper was landing. I was loaded and the handoff was made. It was a relatively short trip and the whole time I cried. I was wishing that I could apologize to him, let him know how much I loved him and how much I miss him. Quise was his boy and he was the jealous type so more than likely he'll think that I came on to him. I just know he will. I decided that if I made it through this I'm going to request solitary. I will hope and pray that my appeal comes through and I will just deal with solitary. I was starting to feel more sharp pain in my side and stomach. I was trying to stop myself from crying. I got to the hospital and they did their assessment. I got more pain meds and they did some x-rays. I heard the doctor say something about broken ribs and internal bleeding. Something about some fluid in the lungs. He also said I was going to need some further tests. They had my file and confirmed my meds and medical history. I couldn't talk but used sign language and he understood. I had a CT Scan and a butt load more blood work. They did the rape kit as well.
After that was completed He said, "You are pretty torn up down there and I am going to have GI come down to do a consult. I am pretty sure you're going to need surgery to repair that damage. I am waiting for Radiology to call about the CT scan and I will let you know what they results are. You also have a punctured lung that shows on the x-ray that is going to need surgical repair. With you being on Coumadin, you are bleeding internally and we don't know how extensive that is. We have started you on Vitamin K to reverse the effects of the Coumadin and I have ordered some blood and platelets to supplement what you are losing. Once we have the results of all of your testing, the team will consult to determine how we proceed. In the meantime, we have given you some pretty strong pain meds. If you need anything at all, just push your call button. When your results come back we will try to get you out of that collar." I just blinked a couple times to let him know that I understood and he turned and walked out the door.
I dozed off for a while, the GI doctor came in and did his assessment. It hurt like a son of a bitch. He apologized profusely.
"Dominic you definitely require surgery, I won't be able to tell the full extent until we get in there."
I really wasn't paying him much attention, then the first doctor came in and said, "Dr. Morris, What do you think?"
"He definitely needs surgery. The damage is pretty extensive." Dr. Morris said.
"Well, I just got off the phone with Radiology and you have a lacerated liver, your spleen is ruptured and is leaking into your abdomen and your right lung is punctured and you are lung is filling with fluid. All of these things require surgical repair. I have spoken with the Chief of thoracic surgery and the Chief of GI surgery and they both suggest that we transfer you down to the University of Pittsburgh and soon. They have already spoken to the physicians down there and they are willing to take you on. The problem is stabilizing you for a move. We don't want you to bleed out on your way down there. So what we are going to do is increase your vitamin K and give you more packed red cells. While we do that, we are making the arrangements for your transfer. Do you have any questions for me right now, I know this is a lot of information all at once, but we do believe that this is the best course of action."
I signed "No" as a response.
He said, "OK, I understand that the Department of Corrections has to approve all of this and make the necessary arrangements for you and your guards, but the sooner the better. We'll get you through this."
I just tried to nod. He turned and walked out. The nurse came in with more blood and made some changes to my IV. I laid there dozing off and on. There was a flurry of activity when the doctor came back in and told me that the transfer had been approved and the helicopter was waiting to take me to Pittsburgh. Within 15 minutes I was on the air pad getting loaded into the helicopter. It was a relatively short flight about 30 minutes. I was sent directly to the surgical holding area at UPMC Presbyterian. I loved this hospital I was really glad to be here. I was placed in a private partition and saw a few doctors and had some more test done. A little while later a doctor came in, Dr. Filch he said his name was. He pulled up a chair and started talking.
"Mr. Brodie?" I tried to whisper Dominic to him. CO Wilkins noticed this and stepped in, "Dominic, either call him Nick or Dominic, he doesn't like that Mr. Brodie stuff." He winked at me then stood back.
Dr. Filch smiled nodded and said, "Alright Dominic, I just wanted to let you know how this is gonna work. I know it's late, but we have to get started on you soon. I am sure they explained to you what's going to happen from here." I shook my head no. "Hmm, we they should have. We are going to do joint surgery on you. This means that we are going to try to fix everything at once. This surgery is going to be really hard on your body. We typically try to handle the difficult stuff first and then wait a few days to a weak for your body to heal. In your case we can't do that, all of the damage is extensive and requires us to move quickly because each injury itself is life threatening and if we don't repair them all the risk of death, we believe is much higher. You understand what I am saying so far?"
I just nodded and tried to stop myself from crying. I was scared and alone and really didn't know what to do.
Dr. Filch looked at me and smiled. "I see the scar on your abdomen and I read your prior surgical history in your records, we are going to open that scar back up, but we are also going to have to extend it up to your chest. I will be the lead surgeon. I am the Chief of Trauma and General surgery here. My team and I will be repairing the chest wall and ribs as well as the lung puncture and liver and spleen. There is a possibility that we will have to remove your spleen and a portion of your liver. We won't know until we get in there. It all depends on how damaged everything is. While I am working on this area..." pointing to my abdomen, "The rectal surgery team will be repairing your rectum. With all of that damage that we have seen, we may have to give you a colostomy that will later be reversed to allow your body enough time to heal. Again, it is not definite that we will have to do that, it is just a possibility. OK!" I just nodded again.
He continued, "After your surgery you will be taken to the SICU where you will be for a few days if not longer. We just need to make sure that no infection sets in and that you don't develop any complications from the surgery. I must tell you that this surgery is severely high risk and you could possibly die. I will do everything in my power to ensure that that doesn't happen, but I need you to know. I want you to think about it for a second and wrap your mind around this. It's a lot of information. If you want us to proceed or come up with a different plan, just let me know and we will get it done."
He had been holding my hand. The human contact felt really good. I was still secured to the gurney with the shackles and cuffs. He went to stand and I gripped his hand hard. I mouthed the word "DNR" he looked at me and said, "What was that."
I made the motion with my hand. He watched me sign. "I want the surgery but I want to sign a DNR."
He looked at me with a concerned look on his face and said, "What you don't trust me?"
I signed to him, "I trust you, I just don't want to be a vegetable."
"If that is what you wish Nick, I will get the paperwork together. I'm going to take good care of you OK, but I need for you to fight as well. I don't want you to give up. I know this is going to be tough on you, but you seem like a fighter to me, so fight."
He leaned over me, wiped the tears from my face and said again. "I am going to take good care of you!" gave my hand a good squeeze and walked off.
Within 15 minutes I was signing paperwork and being taken up to the OR.
I woke up 4 days later in the ICU. I was hooked up to all manner of machine and I was in a lot of pain and sore. I spent another 5 days in the ICU being weaned off the ventilator. When I woke up, Dr. Filch's face was the first one that I saw. He spent a lot of time in my room. He was a very, very handsome white man. He was about 6'2" dirty blond, green eyes and a constant 5 o'clock shadow. He was also very muscular and in his scrubs you could see his waist taper down into that perfect V shape. He also carried a very prominent bulge that he seemed to be a bit self-conscious about. On my last day in the ICU, I was being transferred to a private room, he and I were talking mainly about my recovery, but he kept placing his hands in his lab coat pockets and pulling it closed in front of him. So I signed to him, "You have nothing to be ashamed of. Be proud of it, it's very impressive." He turned beet red and signed back to me "It just sticks out there, people always stare at it."
"Let them stare, it's a nice piece. Quite the mouthful." He started laughing and so did I. It hurt like a fucker to laugh but I couldn't help it. He stopped laughing and came and sat in the chair next to my bed.
"You know you will get through this too. Your body will heal quicker than your emotional and psychological being. It's gonna be really rough, I know it's going to be hard for your especially because you are in prison, but don't let this get you down. Find someone to talk to about it. It will get easier with time." I was laying there watching him sign this to me. I was crying and couldn't really pull myself together. He grabbed my hand again and squeezed it. He let me cry it out. I wanted to tell him about Derik and ask him how he would be able to accept me after this, but I already knew the answer. He wouldn't be able to forgive me for this. I had to just accept this and move on. I stopped crying and he stood up. He spoke this time.
"I'll be in to check on you a little bit later. They should be moving you upstairs to the post-surgical unit as soon as they have a bed. That can sometimes take a while."
I looked at him and said, "Thank you for everything."
He smiled and said, "You say that as if you're never going to see me again, you're stuck with me through discharge and all of your follow up care." He hesitated at the door a second and then turned back to me. "Can I ask you a question?"
I raised my eyebrows at him and said, "I'm an open book, just ask."
He came and sat back down, "How did you end up in prison? After getting to know you over the last couple days, you just don't seem like the type to end up in trouble."
I looked at him and grinned. I looked over at the officer that was sitting in the chair in the corner. He was staring at me expectantly. I turned back to Dr. Filch and said, "Would you believe me if I told you I was innocent." This I said with a grin.
He smiled and said, "Yes, I would. I just don't see you as the type."
I looked at him, I wanted to feel offended but I wasn't. I said, "I was going out with a friend of mine, my best friend, he stopped by his cousins house to pick up something and he came out with a bag and two other guys. He said he was just dropping them off somewhere. We got pulled over just outside of Monroeville. The two guys had warrant's which got them permission to search the car which led to them finding drugs and weapons." I pointed to myself, "Guilt by association, I've never so much as smoked a cigarette in my life. I hate any type of drugs with a passion. They got me on drug and weapons charges. My fingerprints weren't on any of the stuff but one of the guns was under the passenger's seat which was where I was sitting. So here I am waiting for my appeal to come through. I never thought that I would be in a position like this before."
Dr. Filch was looking at me dumb founded. "Nick, I am so sorry. Is there anything that I can do, I've got really good lawyers that can take a look at your case. Anything, I'm sure we can work something out."
I told him, "I have a new lawyer that took my case, John Kirk, he is very good and is hopeful that I can get a new trial or get the charges dropped all together. My first lawyer kind of dragged his feet and I wasn't to up with what was going on. I just assumed that because they couldn't prove that I had anything that I would get off. But because I was in the car, a gun was under my seat, the bag my friend had was between us...the way that the case ran, I was guilty before the trial started. If the appeal doesn't go through, I have at the minimum 3 years to go and could be up to 15. I'll never get through this I know. So I decided that when I get back I'm gonna request solitary. I don't know what I'm going to go back to so I just want to bide my time, stay away from people and go home and never look back."
Dr. Filch was looking at me his eyes were a little moist. He cleared his throat and said, "You sure you want to stay in solitary. What about your friend?"
"I'm not sure yet. I don't know how this is going to work out. I'm still processing. With all of this that has gone on, I know that things always happen for a reason, even this situation I'm in now, happened for a reason. I don't know what it is, but it'll be OK."
"Yeah, it will be." Just then his pager went off. He looked at it and said, "I need to head down to the clinic, they will let me know where you are and I'll be in to see you before I head out tonight."
"Alright Dr. Filch, see you then."
"Nick, if you need anything, you make sure you let the nurse know and I will be here in a flash."
I just nodded and he left. A few hours later there was a shift change with the officers and shortly after that I was moved to another room. True to his word, Dr. Filch came to the room about 6:30. He kind of scared the shit out of me. I was asleep when he came in. He just grabbed my hand and it scared me shitless, I about jumped off the bed and ran. He was stammering how sorry he was. I didn't even realize I was standing on the other side of bed. I looked at him and realized who he was and started to calm down. That's when the pain hit me. My chest and stomach felt like they had been ripped open and I pulled the IV clean out of my arm and it was bleeding. I also jerked the tube that was in my nose and it pulled part of the way out. I leaned up against the bed trying to calm the pain by taking short breaths. He picked up the button for the pain pump and held it out for me to take it. I just nodded and he pushed the button. It did nothing for the pain. I wasn't really paying attention until I noticed the blood again. I looked up at him and he had this look on his face like he was so sorry.
He said, "Nick, I am so sorry, I wasn't thinking. Are you OK?"
I took a breath and said, "You scared the shit out of me."
The officer walked into the room and said, "Everything OK Doc?"
"Yes, I just scared him."
"Do I need to cuff him?"
Dr. Filch looked at him and said, "No he's less of a danger than you are." You could hear the venom in his voice. He started walking back around to my side of the bed. "Come on let's get you back in the bed." He said as he started to adjust things on the bed. I felt the pain in my groin and realized that the catheter was pulling my dick in a very uncomfortable way. He grabbed that tube first and lifted it so it wasn't pulling anymore. He turned me around and I sat down on the bed. "I was going to have them to at least get you out of the bed tonight for a few minutes, but I think we can skip that till tomorrow. You've had enough excitement for one night." He lifted the head of the bed and I turned around and scooted into the bed. "I really am sorry Nick, I should have known better." He said this as he started applying pressure to my arm where the IV was. I don't know where he got the gauze or the gloves from. He used it to clean up the blood that was dripping down my arm. He pulled another piece and applied it and told me to hold it. He went over to the other side of the bed and turned off the medication pump I was supposed to be attached to. I was sitting on the edge of the bed and he said, "Nick I'll be right back, I need to get some supplies." I just nodded sitting on the edge of the bed.
A few minutes later he came in with a hand full of supplies and the nurse was behind him with her supply cart. She came over and said, "Oh what a mess." looking at my arm and the floor. There was blood all over the front of my gown as well. She pulled my right arm out of the sleeve and left the gown hanging in front of me making sure I was covered up. She made quick work of cleaning me up and inserting a new IV line. She ran out to get a new gown and was back in a flash. "Let's get you changed really quickly before I attach the line." She got me in a new gown and then attached the IV line. She reset the pump and told me to go ahead and push the pain button.
I started to feel some relief within a few minutes. She helped me scoot to the back of the bed and turn me around so I was in a sitting position. It was uncomfortable so I lowered the bed a little until it was more comfortable. She checked everything again and left out.
Dr. Filch walked over to the bed and said, "I really am sorry Nick, I should have known better."
"It's OK really, I was just having a bad dream, I usually don't dream or at least, I don't remember my dreams. This on the other hand is not necessarily a dream but a memory. I just keep seeing everything happening but like it's not me, I'm just floating up above helpless to do anything. It's so frustrating, it's like my hands are tied all over again." He took out his stethoscope and started listening to my stomach.
He said, "I've got to adjust your NG tube it's not in a good position." He grabbed the tube in my nose and pushed it back in. It felt really weird. He put the tape back on it and listened again. "Good. You know, talking about it helps. I will listen if you need me to."
I was just staring at him. I knew I could trust him and he would give me some good advice so I bit the bullet and opened my mouth. "The guys that did this to me were assholes. Everyone kept telling me to stay away from the one in particular, Quise is his name. I think he's had it in for me from day one. That day he came into the lab I was working in and started his usual tirade of insults. He loved to call me faggot. I knew that he was one of those types just by the way he looked at me. I think he wanted me and I never showed the slightest interest and I think that pissed him off. I...I..."
Dr. Filch was looking at me expectantly and said, "Everything you tell me is completely confidential. It won't go past these four walls."
"It's just, I don't want you to feel some type of way about me."
"He said, Nick, Trust me, I've heard it all. Nothing will change the way I feel about you or my perception of you."
I looked at him and told him everything about me and Derik. About how happy I was, how he led me tight and whispered in my ear, touched me, how I wanted him always. I told him that I didn't think that Derik would want me anymore once he found out about what happened. He listened to me pore my heart out and then he said, "Nick, if this Derik is the way you describe him, there is no way he is going to turn his back on you. I'm sure that he is worried to death about you. If he knows what happened to you, he is probably on the war path. I know I would be. If anything happened to my partner, I would be livid, seeing red and searching high and low for who did this to him. I am going to tell you this as well, Derik will be upset with you if you request solitary. He is more than likely going to feel like you don't trust him anymore, like he knew his friends were going to attack you like that. That's just a thought. If he loves you the way you say he does, what happened to you will affect him too."
I had tears in my eyes and said, "But how can he want me after this? I'm never gonna be the same as I was before. I don't want to be touched. How can things go back to the way they were if I don't want him to touch me? Even if I did want to be touched, they practically had to reconstruct my ass; I won't be able to shit right for months. How can I go back to having sex with him like this? I don't know if I will ever want to do that again." I couldn't control my sobs. He got up and sat on the side of the bed and hugged me. He held me and let me cry. I eventually stopped.
He said, "Nick, I told you physically you are going to heal and be like new. It's the psychological and emotional scars that need to heal before you will want that again. I want to tell you this. Sex between humans is more psychological than physical. I have been with guys who, it was just a fuck something to do, to get off on, but when I met Rafa, it took my sexual life to a totally different dimension. It was like those other jokers were just that a joke. I want to please him and be pleased by him. I would do anything to make sure that he is satisfied. You ever hear of that term, used mostly with woman? Freak in the bedroom and a lady on the street."
I nodded.
He continued, well that's me and so is he. It's like no one else exist besides us. This whole situation for you is a dick punch and it's going to be much harder for you to heal from what's been done to you than most because you won't have access to the psychological help that you need. At least not until you get out. But if Derik loves you the way you say he does, he will be there to support and love you as long as you need him to." Dr. Filch never let me go. "You are going to get through this, I will make sure of it, I promise." He hugged me closer and kissed the top of my head.
I said, "Derik says to me a lot that he loves me and will never hurt me."
He pulled away from me and looked me in the face, "Do you love Derik Nick?"
"Yes, so much that it hurts."
"Then give him a chance, I'm sure everything will work out." He looked down at his watch, "I didn't realize it was so late."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to keep you."
"No it's no problem, Rafa is used to me coming home late. I have a few things I wanted to discuss with you. First, I wanted to let you know what your care plan will be for the rest of the time you are here. I will have the nurses start getting you out of bed tomorrow. I want you out of the bed more than in it. When you can stay out of bed and get some good walking going, we will get that catheter out. Physical therapy will be here tomorrow to help you out. Once you are out of bed and moving we'll remove the NG tube from your nose as well. We need to get your bowels moving and walking is going to help tremendously. We can't remove the tube until your digestive system kicks back in. I wanted to give you a rough estimate as to how long we plan on keeping you here. I am going to guesstimate at about 5-7 days could be more depending on how you do. You will follow up with me for 3-4 visits after you are discharged. Does this sound good?"
I said, "Sounds good, I guess I will see you some time tomorrow?"
"I'll be here with bells on."
"Good night Dr. Filch, drive safe."
"Oh no, no more Dr. Filch, You've cried on my shoulder, I'm Jordan." With that he leaned over kissed me on the forehead and left. Other than the poking and prodding from the nurses, I had a pretty peaceful night.
If you have enjoyed the story or even if you didn't please let me know. I know that this chapter was a little hard to take but there is a reason for my madness. Not everything that happens in life is good. But it does serve a purpose.
Let me know what you think, I can be contacted at jaydensluv2016@gmail.com