Your powers awaken

You open your eyes slowly, blinking to get accustomed to the bright lights above you. But... this is not your bed... where are you?!

Oh yeah, the accident.

As you regain your senses, you remember the car crash you've been in. Some moron with a cell phone but no brains had missed a red light and plowed into the side of your vehicle. It was in the middle of the city, at slow speeds, so nobody had been seriously injured - but you'd been kept overnight at the hospital to ensure this initial diagnosis was correct.

Despite circumstances, hospital hadn't been too bad. You were sore everywhere, and you were still hurting somewhat despite the prescription painkillers they'd given you. But you were mostly just happy to be okay.

Automatically, your body starts performing those "oh hey, you're getting up soon" checks that it usually does a few minutes before waking up, rather than after.

Arms: okay.

Legs: left one's hurting but otherwise okay.

Head: slightly dozy but okay.

Breathing: working fine.

Eyesight: adjusting.

Penis: working as normal, feels quite nice actually.

Balls: expertly fondled... what?

You suddenly regain control of yourself, much more abruptly than intended - because while an erection attempt is standard procedure, getting a handjob most definitely isn't.

There are two nurses in the room, whispering quietly, probably so they don't wake you up. "Okay", you think, "that's incredibly creepy."

They soon notice you. "Oh - good morning, Mr. Doe!" one of them greets you. "You're awake!" She's the one cupping your testicles, slowly massaging them while expertly caressing your scrotum. Can't be more than, say, 25 or so. Her name tag says "Soraya" and her blonde hair says "I dyed this just a few days ago".

"Uhm..." you reply eloquently.

"Sorry for waking you up, Mr. Doe", Soraya continues. "We just needed to check your vitals. I hope you're not too sleepy still - it's nine AM already."

"Yeah, you're quite the sleepyhead", the other nurse giggles. Soraya shoots her a quick "you're not supposed to talk to patients like that!" look, and she blushes a little. She's even younger, maybe just fresh from nursing school. And to be honest, she isn't that great at giving a handjob, either, but you're not exactly paying attention to that. Her name is "Jennye", apparently, and you can't help but wonder whether her nametag was misprinted or her parents were idiots.

"No," you say, "that's... that's fine. But... what are you doing?"

Soraya and Jennye look at each other confused. "As we said, Mr. Doe", Soraya continued cautiously, "we're just checking your vitals. Are you okay? Would you like us to get you the doctor?"

"No, no, I mean... I'm fine. I'm just... I mean, this." You gesture to your downstairs region and the treatment you're being given. Your insurance policy is robust, but... you're pretty sure it's not this good.

The women now look worried. "Want me to get the doc?" Jennye asks in a hushed, concerned voice. "Yeah, please hurry", Soraya responds.

Jennye leaves the room, but your penis doesn't go unattended for long, as Soraya grabs it with her free hand. Ooh, she's much better at this. She's not just going up and down unattentively - she's actively giving little squeezes, using her thumb to stroke the bottom of your glans, and making tiny twists so the motion isn't static.

"Mr. Doe", she asks seriously, "do you remember why you're here?"

"Sure", you say. "Some asshole crashed into my car both the doctor and my insurer insisted I stay the night."

"That's good. Do you have any unexpected pains or headaches?"

"I mean, yeah, but... what do you mean by 'unexpected'? My leg hurts and I have a little headache, but I'm honestly surprised I don't feel any worse. Yesterday was horrible."

Soraya looks relieved, but unsure of how to follow up. You take a moment to get a closer look at her. She has a pretty cute face and probably a nice figure, but it's hard to tell for certain beneath those scrubs. Her glasses are nice, too - not quite the "tee hee I'm a nerd" stereotype, yet very fitting for her, stylishly accentuating her looks.

The whole situation is absolutely surreal. You haven't even considered the initial lack of consent on your part - at first because you weren't awake enough, but now because, hell, this feels amazing. Soraya isn't just pleasuring you, she's milking, as if she's trying to get you the best orgasm she can.

She mixes long strokes with short ones, fast with slow, not at random but so that you get powerful highs coupled with erotic lows. You close your eyes again and relax - further questioning can wait.

Soon, Soraya begins to increase her overall tempo and frequency. She grabs your junk more tightly and only makes brief split-second pauses to heighten your sensation, and it works. God, she's so good at this! You hope the doctor and Jennye are stuck in an elevator somewhere forever. Anybody else who might walk in as well, for that matter.

And as if that wasn't enough, Soraya's now moaning seductively. You look up to see her bite her lip and bend over a little. That annoying green nurse attire is still in the way of her chest, but it doesn't matter. You are no longer in charge of your orgasm - she is. And she wants it right now.

Grunting and panting, you feel the build-up explode in her hands. Soraya has an "oh, my!" expression on her face, and it feels like you just shot so hard you must have hit the ceiling.

Eventually, the ecstacy starts subsiding, and she mercifully slows down to a full stop. You look to your crotch, which is covered in your sperm. Of course, so are her hands.

"Well, Mr. Doe", she says. "Everything appears to be in working order."

Of course, at exactly that moment, the doctor steps into the room with a loud gasp.