Amanda and Jeff, a bored couple fall into a rabbit hole
This story contains elements of cuckoldry, bisexuality, chastity, feminine domination, humiliation, and a whole bunch of fuckery. If these aren't your scene, then you should probably search for something else.
If you are picking this up mid-story, you should go back and read the previous chapters.
All characters involved in sexual activity are over the age of eighteen. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is just plain tragic
Chapter 19
Jeff's cell phone started ringing, waking him up. It wasn't one of his distinctive programmed rings. He tried to ignore it, but the light from the display was lighting up the bedroom as well. Groaning, he sat up and in bed and picked up the phone. He didn't recognize the number. "3 am is a bad time for a wrong number." He said to himself.
"Hello?" he answered.
"Is this Jeff Howell?" a female caller asked.
"Yes, you've reached Jeff," he answered.
"This is Rebecca Hartmann; I'm a nurse at Regional Hospital. A friend of yours in the emergency room undergoing surgery. He gave your name as a point of contact. His name is Brad. EMS brought him in; he was a victim of spousal abuse. He will be coming out of surgery soon, and we'd like to have you here when he wakes up. There's no other family or friends," the caller explained.
"Well, I guess I better come down then," Jeff said.
The nurse gave him information on where to report to at the hospital and said she hoped she'd see him soon. Jeff hung up. He was puzzled over what spousal abuse Julia had done to Brad to put him in the emergency room. She'd been abusing him for years as far as Jeff was concerned. Julia was just a rotten bitch when it came to white men.
Jeff showered and got dressed. He made himself a coffee to take with him. He thought to himself that it was too early in the morning for this shit. He drove to the hospital.
He checked into the floor and ward that he was told to. Nurse Hartmann met him at the nurse's station on the ward's charge desk.
"Mr. Howell, thank you for coming so quickly," Rebecca said.
"Please, it's Jeff. What kind of emergency did Brad have?" Jeff asked as Rebecca led him to a room that a uniformed policeman guarded.
"This is Jeff Howell, the friend that the patient asked for," Rebecca said to the officer.
The officer asked to see Jeff's ID. Jeff provided his license. The policeman returned Jeff's credentials and logged Jeff's arrival time. He gestured them in.
Jeff and Rebecca entered the room. Brad was lying on his back, propped up on the bed. He had monitors and an IV and their associated tubes and wires connected to his body.
"His wife castrated him with a pair of hedge clippers. He was brought in almost dead from the blood loss," Rebecca whispered. "We patched him up as best we could to save his life, but I'm afraid that we can't undo the damage from his wife's attack."
"So, how do I fit in?" Jeff asked.
"Before we put him under for his surgery, when we asked who we should contact, he gave us your number from memory. Are you close?" Rebecca asked.
Jeff explained his relationship with Brad, Julia. Rebecca looked shocked. Jeff told how he had divorced his wife as she was trying to push him the way Julia had manipulated Brad. Jeff explained he didn't understand Julia's attack on Brad's testicles as she had just about already feminized him.
Rebecca said that Julia was in a lockup now and the police were investigating the case.
Brad groaned as he was coming out of sedation. Jeff and Rebecca closed their distance to his bed. As Brad opened his eyes, he saw Jeff.
"Jeff?" Brad whispered.
"Yeah, Brad, I'm here. Rebecca got in touch with me. How are you feeling?" Jeff asked.
"She tried to kill me; she cut me with a hedge clipper. She was agitated with me." Brad started crying; his heart rate went nuts.
Rebecca held Brad's hand and said, "Brad, you need to calm down. You're safe now; your friend is here. We're going to try to make things as good as we can, but you have to relax, or we'll have to sedate you more. Are you feeling any pain?"
"No, no pain, I feel very lightheaded," Brad whispered.
"Let us know if you have any pain; we've got you on a drip with the pain meds. You shouldn't feel any pain at all," Rebecca said. "I'm going to leave you two alone, but you have to remain calm, Brad." She made some notes on his chart.
"You can stay with him, but he has to be calm and not get excited. Hit his call button if he needs anything. You can give him water if he asks; I don't think he'll be looking to eat for a while," Rebecca said as she left the room.
Jeff pulled a chair over and sat next to Brad.
"Jeff, can I come live with you?" Brad asked, whispering at the point of tears.
"Of course, I told you that before. I wish you had done it then," Jeff said.
"Thank you. I don't want to go back to Julia," Brad said.
"I don't think it will be an option. She's in jail now," Jeff said.
"I never thought she would go that far," Brad said, starting to get agitated.
"Buddy, you need to calm down. We'll talk more about it later when you're stronger. We got to get you better and get you out of here. You can stay with me for however long it takes, forever if necessary," Jeff said.
"Thank you. I don't know how long I'll be here. I'm supposed to be talking to the police later this morning," Brad said.
"I think you should also be talking to my lawyer as well. You need to divorce Julia. After this assault, the courts should be more favorable to discarding those contracts she had you sign. Even if you walk away with nothing, you'll be fine. I'll support you until you're ready," Brad said, reaching out and holding Brad's hand.
"I'll need your help, thank you," Brad said
Brad was calming down. Sunlight started peeking in the sky and into the room. Brad drifted off to sleep. Although uncomfortable in the chair, Jeff fell asleep holding his friend's hand.
Later in the morning, Jeff was awake reading a newspaper. A staffer at the hospital had offered him a cup of coffee, and Jeff was appreciative. Brad slowly stirred and looked around. "You're still here," Brad croaked.
"No place else to be my friend," Jeff said, "you sound dry; let me get you some water." Jeff poured some water from the pitcher on the tray table into a cup and held it to Brad's lips. "Take it easy, just sip," he advised.
Brad sipped and sipped until he finished the cup. "Thank you," he said when he had enough. Jeff pressed the call button, and a nurse entered shortly after that.
The nurse looked at Brad's vitals and said, "You're starting to come around; you're looking a lot better," she said.
"I remember her cutting me, but what happened afterward?" Brad asked.
"As far as I know, a neighbor called the police over some screaming. The police responded, and you were brought here to our emergency room. Every attempt was made to reattach your testicles, but it didn't work. You had lost a lot of blood, so you were given two units," the nurse said. "I'll be paging the doctor, and he'll discuss the future with you. There's a police detective that needs a statement as well."
"My wife?" asked Jeff.
"In jail, I believe. I think you're safe from her now. Looks like she's been abusing you for a while," the nurse said.
"Some of it was consensual; I didn't expect her to go that far," Brad said with a tear running down his cheek.
