Aftermath, Part 01
By Zivia
He woke up afraid and confused. He didn't recognize anything. Alone, a white room, a hospital room. Filled with machinery. He was plugged into machines. He couldn't move.
He tried to call out. He couldn't talk. There were tubes in his mouth, his throat.
Panicking, he tried to struggle, but whatever held him had no give to it at all.
The terror rose, but with no possible action, he eventually surrendered into his predicament, and all fear subsided.
Beeps, chirps, chimes, the whir of fans, the hum of electricity, occasional klaxons from farther away -- he lay, helpless, in a tapestry of sound. The ceiling was acoustic tile. He couldn't turn his head, but he could determine that at least one of the machines was tracking his heart rate, because he could glimpse the bobbing line on the readout, and saw that it was slowing.
Eventually he heard voices. They weren't far, but he didn't think in his room. He couldn't make out words.
And then:
"I'll check on Aaron." A woman's voice. A swish and rustle as someone entered his room.
"Oh, gawd. You're awake. I'm sorry, you shouldn't be. If you can understand me, I'm going to dose you. We'll bring you round when you are more comfortable, which you will be. You're going to be fine Aaron. Everything's going to be fine."
He observed that as she said that, it was true and not true. And now he knew his name was Aaron.
* * *
"In here. He's in a coma."
Aaron, he knew his name was Aaron. He knew what a coma was. He wasn't in one.
But that didn't stop the two young people from shutting his door and immediately start making out.
He was still tubed and wired. He could wiggle his fingers. He ... couldn't feel his toes, he realized. Maybe he could wiggle them, maybe not. He felt like he wanted to.
He could just barely see his visitors if he strained his eyes.
They were all over each other. A full-figured woman with short blond hair, and a lanky young man with black hair. They both wore sea-green hospital uniforms. She was running her hands over his back as they kissed; he had his hands on her breasts.
Aaron closed his eyes. Amid all the arcade-hall sounds of medical equipment making their various electronic sounds, there was the sound of two young people moaning and kissing.
He heard the sound of Velcro, and took another look. Yep. They were undressing.
The woman had a young, round face and heavy, full breasts still contained in a white bra. The guy seemed to be enjoying those big curves immensely. And she seemed to enjoy his attention.
She had turned her back to him, and was rubbing her butt against his hips, while he caressed and cradled her breasts.
"C'mon, Don, we don't have much time."
"Jesus, you're hungry for it, aren't you?"
"It's been a week. I've been aching for it."
"Suck it first."
She didn't hesitate. She turned, dropped to one knee, and fished out the guy's cock. Aaron closed his eyes for a few seconds. Did he want to see this? He was in no position to enjoy it.
He felt an arousal stirring in him, how could he not? These two were sexy!
But he realized he couldn't feel his own sex. In fact, he realized about all he
could
feel were his fingers. He wondered if he had been in an accident. Paralyzed for life?
He couldn't help himself, and opened his eyes. The guy did not have a porn dick, but the blond seemed to be enjoying it. She was enthusiastically sucking him, stroking him with her mouth. Aaron could see her pressing her head right in to take him all the way. Given the average size, he wasn't sure if that was an amazing accomplishment or not.
The guy had his head thrown back, resting his hands lightly on her shoulders. He was thin to the point of scrawny, but tall and with sharp cheekbones, accentuated by his posture and his open jaw.
The girl hopped back up.
"You're hard enough, you're wet enough and trust me I am too. Put that big dick in me."
