Hospital, Part Deux

You awaken in a very well-lit hospital room. The same room from Friday. But now the curtains are open, and you're fully naked. Agnes, also naked, appears to be crying on a chair nearby, being soothed by Father Michael.

"I failed him, Father. I didn't fuck him well enough," she said, distraught in her voice.

"Now, now, child, I'm sure your lovemaking was more than enough. He's in God's hands now."

"Not quite yet," you said, surprising yourself with a gravelly voice. You were hooked up to IVs, and you feel almost like your stomach was pumped.

Agnes is delighted, she almost jumps to you and hugs you, her breasts somehow much warmer than your chest. She kisses you deeply, then goes down to your unerect penis, slathering it with attention as Father Michael awkwardly stands nearby.

"That's enough, Sister," said Tracy, er, Dr. Mitchell coming into the room in full medical outfit. "We're going to need his ejaculate for the next experiment."

Tracy checked the charts, took your pulse, and fondled your balls. Basically, you had been having too much sex, and your body went into overdrive. "You're built for ejaculations, John, but even a three-hourer has to pace himself."

You were annoyed. They wanted you to have as much sex as possible, now they don't. "So what, I'm just to stick to what the watch says?" you said, annoyance in your voice.

"That would be ideal," says Tracy nonchalantly toying with your penis, "or rather once an average of every three hours. But not practical. Your libido is off the charts, and you seem to be making up for twenty years of lost time.

"We've injected you with plenty of fluids, and we've prepared a special cocktail which should help metabolize in your system and direct seminal production. You're already unnaturally fast in that regard, but you may need a little boost every now and then.

"Take this cocktail at least three times a day," she says, handling a large medical bag to the naked nun. Your cock has been thoroughly erect from Tracy's expert hands. "Now, we have an arrangement, I believe."

You had briefly forgotten that you were supposed to fuck some coma patients today. You weren't sure why, but your sense of sexual impropriety was so skewed now, that you didn't question the suggestion. As Tracy removed your IVs with the help of a young nurse, Janice, blushing from having fucked you during your unconsciousness last week, you gained a bit more of your equilibrium.

Agnes and Janice helped you out of the bed, and you three followed Tracy to a large observation room. Father Michael followed too, for no discernible reason.

There were physicians from all over the world it seemed. At least 40, maybe 60 in the overhead seating. In the large bay, you saw three beautiful young girls, completely exposed, and obviously the coma patients you were to fuck.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this naked man here is John Doe, the three-hourer from nearby Oak Valley. His is the oldest recorded incidence of the initial onset of phalarsenasthenia, also known as ejaculation dependence or three-hour syndrome.

"Tests of his semen has garnered amazing effects on rodents, and we are ready to perform a live human test. For those listening on radio and watching across the world on Discovery Life, I'm Doctor Tracy Mitchell of the Mayo Clinic and on special assignment to Oak County Hospital to study Mr. Doe. I'm an expert in the field of phalarsenasthenia and have worked with sufferers of the ailment before. Usually high school students, so John was a bit of a stretch." The room erupted in laughter as you stared at Agnes and Father Michael in confusion.

"Due to an unfortunate instance involving John somehow overfucking at the high school, we're only going to test one subject tonight. Mr. and Mrs. Douwd?"

A couple about your age walk up next to Tracy, apparently to get in front of cameras which you now spot behind darkened windows. "Their daughter, Olivia, of New Haven, Connecticut, was hit by a car five years ago and fell into a lake. Her fractures have healed, but she was without oxygen for so long, that she entered into a coma, and has been on the precipice of brain **** all this time. With John's help she may be on the road to recovery."

The cameras likely panned over the body of an eighteen-year-old girl, fully nude, with only a few telltale scars of the accident she was in. She had been cleaned and shaved for your use. As have you, you finally notice. Your penis has shrunken down, but suddenly Janice begins giving you a blowjob.

"Fuck her good, John," said Mr. Douwd

"Please bring her back," the crying mother said to you, a nearly 40-year-old naked man being given a blowjob by a young nurse and about to fuck their comatose daughter on live TV.

Agnes and Janice help you up onto the bed, and you admire her face. Like Sleeping Beauty, you kiss her, and then go beyond and start fondling her breasts.

*Ahem* coughs Tracy. "Can you start fucking her please?" You ignore the odd stares at you for making out with Olivia, from her aghast parents to Father Michael to some Arabic doctors in the stands covering themselves. Then you calm everyone down by placing your cock at her entrance and pushing through.

The fucking is good, the audience fine. Her pussy has been lubed up spectacularly by hospital staff, and you think she must've had her hymen opened up, medically, to prepare for the fucking. But you still feel tightness and a bit of resistance at first.

She doesn't react, of course. She's the coldest of cold fish, but in a very warm body. Agnes wants to help, but you wave her off, instead waving over Mrs. Douwd. You begin making out with Mrs. Douwd, groping her breast over her shirt, which she kindly guides through her top and into her bra. You grab tightly as you maintain the kiss and cum into her daughter.

You push the mother away and breath heavily, still partially within the teen. Janice and Agnes come up to you and pull you out of Olivia, as two male orderlies rush in and lift her legs up to assist with her likely impregnation from your seed.

Tracy turns to the camera. "If my theory is correct, then the child growing in Olivia's womb will jumpstart her metabolic functions and potentially send signals which will reactivate upper neural functions. Thank you, any questions?"

You were standing there naked and dumbstruck, leaking a bit of juices on the sterile hospital floor as Agnes came to your side and held you tight.

Tracy was answering questions from the assembled doctors as Mr. Douwd came up to you and gave you a sincere handshake and eyes full of tears. "God bless you, sir," he said. Mrs. Douwd hugged you tight and gave you a sloppy French kiss. "If you need to fuck me, here's our cell phone and hotel room. Go with God." She and her husband went to talk with Father Michael, who was glad to be of service to someone tonight.

The questions were all medical, and you felt they weren't being addressed to you, so you and Agnes left the room and started walking for the exit. You saw the clock said about 6 PM, and you wondered if Julie called. The police sergeant probably had your phone in his squad car outside.

"Any plans tonight?", asked the naked Agnes, hugging you tight with one arm and carrying the medical bag with another as you made your way through the corridor of cheering nurses and patients.

"Oh, I have plans," you said, with a leering smile.