Staring out my window, I only see vivid colours. It's cold and the sun makes beautiful glittering colours through the frost filled window. Nothing makes sense but I'm lucid enough to know that the drugs wear off after lunchtime.
A heavy iron door is being unlocked by a friendly voice greeting, "good morning Steven. Awake yet?"
Not able to respond yet, "uh...uh..."
"Don't worry, we'll be chatting later. I'm really interested in your opinion on my manscaping skills. I think it looks nice, but I had to tell her that it's more practical."
Not having a clue what she's talking about, she seems not to be expecting an answer anyway. She walks towards my legs and I hear a Velcro tear from somewhere near my abdomen. The stench that fills the room smells inhuman. I can taste it in the back of my throat. The pretty ladies face turns grey and she breaks out into a sweat. Quickly she turns around to open the window through the metal bars. She turns to face me but decided to run out of the room, bumping into something or someone. "I'll be back in a sec."
"Well done Steven. Martha was a bit chubby when she started here. In six months you turned her into a cute little thing. I think she likes you. Mom would have liked her."
I wish she should stop blabbing and close the bloody window. A breeze coming from outside is freezing my nuts off. The person walks into view with a military-type jacket. She's older, maybe thirty-five but very able to close the bloody window. She walks into the right direction but bends down and I hear water echoing in a bucket. She washes me and dries my crotch frowning. "Young girls these days don't have the stomach for this job, but at least she's trying. Not stupid either. Who would have thought of trimming your pubes would work so efficiently."
"Thanks, matron, I feel better now. I didn't expect you to clean him. What would the other interns say if they found out that matron is doing my job?"
"You just keep a good eye on my brother. He went through hell and back. Your suggestion works nice. I'll get the girls to trim the other patients too. Good thinking."
"Thank you, matron, just trying to help. I'll finish up here."
My crotch is still damp from a very quick efficient deep wash, but the cold breeze on my balls grabs my lucidness behind the neck to yank me closer to reality. To seal it off, Martha opens a green tub with some sort of lotion in it to rub it in and around my crotch. She pays particular attention to my balls which feels a bit tender, but when she moves on to my penis, everything is lucid, ready and willing.
"Nice."
"Welcome back honey. I've got a surprise for you."
She pulls my foreskin back and rubs the lotion on. She grabs the base of my penis very firmly with those small hands and spreads the lotion up and down. Up and down. "I took too much and everything has to be rubbed in properly. Oops, silly me," she says playfully. She keeps on going and I can feel that whatever's broken in my mind, definitely has no effect on a massive hardon making me proud in my absence.
