Accidental ChastitySubmitted by: Slavejf
Today was the day, thought Tim Jenson.
Today was the day he was supposed to be discharged from the hospital. He had been there nearly three weeks - the first of which he was unconscious most of the time. He couldn't remember the motorcycle accident that had put him here but his wife had shown him the photographs of his bike - it must have been horrific. He was fortunate though - he should eventually make a full recovery. The main thing damaged was his limbs - both arms and legs. When he went over the handlebars he had shattered bones in both arms and both legs - and was now sporting four huge casts.
"Good Morning!" He heard Susan - his weekday nurse from the door. "Is someone going to miss me after today?" She said with a big exaggerated frown on her pretty face.
"Of course... " Tim smiled back. She was carrying a container of soapy water and placed it on the bed as she drew the privacy curtain closed. Susan was a young blonde, athletic, and very beautiful. He caught a glimpse down the front of her uniform when she bent over slightly to put the container at the foot of the bed. Tim knew what was coming and closed his eyes for a moment - fighting the erection that he could already feel stirring. She was chatting about the upcoming weekend as if they were coworkers as she casually untied his hospital gown and removed it exposing his naked body.
He had pretty much gotten over the humiliation factor of his personal hygiene - from bathing to bathroom issues - suddenly being a group activity. But he still felt like a pervert when his dick got hard at awkward times like this. But in reality the bathing was almost becoming torture. After all - he had not cum in nearly a month. And even though his arms and legs were busted up - he was still a man.
She was wiping his chest now - the water feeling warm on his skin. He closed his eyes again, trying to think about something else, but knew his penis was now completely erect and sticking straight up in the air and she had not even touched it yet. He felt her fingertips gently manipulating his manhood as she rubbed it gently with the warm, soapy water. She always seemed to linger in this area - still chatting now about the weather.
Finishing up she put a clean gown on him - giggling slightly at the tent his penis made under it. The other night when they thought he was asleep he had overheard her talking to one of the other nurses about how horny he must be.
"My boyfriend can't go two days without a blowjob" the other girl had laughed. Then they had a thirty minute whispering conversation about oral sex techniques. He had tried helplessly to rub his stiff cock against the pillow for an hour after hearing that to try to relieve the ache in his balls - but without success.
When she pulled the privacy curtain back she jumped to see his wife Rachael sitting in the chair, legs and arms crossed, with a cold look on her face. Rachael was a successful business executive - she was wearing a dark pinstripe suite, black high-heeled boots, and had her dark hair pulled straight back in a ponytail - all adding to her chilling demeanor. "Oh! Good morning Ms. Jenson" Susan said. "I - uh - was just giving your husband his morning sponge bath."
"Of course," Rachael said scowling - her glaring eyes leaving Susan's to look at her husbands throbbing erection plainly visible under the paper thin gown. "The patient shuttle will be here at exactly two o'clock this afternoon to transport him home - please do not keep them waiting."
The first week at home was brutal. His wife Rachael was obviously furious with him for either getting into the accident in the first place or for what she perceived as an indiscretion with the sponge bath incident. Either way she was barely talking to him. She had set up the spare bedroom with a hospital bed. She had also hired a nurse to come in twice a day to bathe and relieve him - Gretchen - a robust woman who was three hundred pounds if she was an ounce and that seemed to have the personality of a man hating lesbian. She talked with a thick German accent and barked orders at him when it was necessary to communicate.
He still got erections all the time - or at least all the time Gretchen was away - and was going crazy. He had struggled and struggled to reach his penis or even rub up against something with enough friction to get off but it was useless. Finally after a few weeks at home he decided he had to beg his wife for some relief - according to his Doctor he was anywhere from eight to twelve months away from any hope of removing any casts - surely she must understand. Rachael listened patiently while Tim tried to explain what he was feeling - how he had constant erections - how he had tried for hours to rub against the mattress - how he needed relief - until she stood up and walked out of the room.
Tim did not see Rachael for several days after that and was very concerned now she was even angrier. When he finally did see her she was holding a small bag and was smiling sweetly. "I listened to what you said - Tim - and I thought about it a lot. I decided you're right and I need to help you. Okay?"
Tim nodded, enthusiastically, afraid to say anything that may derail her apparent change of heart.
"Good," she said, withdrawing a small metal object from the bag. "This little device is called a Kali's Teeth Bracelet. It will help solve all your problems - unwanted erections, sexual thoughts, frustration trying to masturbate, everything." As she spoke she was pulling back his gown and snapping the device on his flaccid penis just behind the head. "Gretchen told me about this - her husband has worn one for years and she says he is perfectly behaved. She said I don't really need to explain how it works to you - it's pretty self explanatory. And we probably don't need a lock for it with the condition you are in now - but we'll lock it just the same" She said, with the "CLICK" of the lock punctuating her last sentence. He could feel the sharp teeth already digging into the soft skin on his growing penis.
She lifted up his fat, full balls in her hand and gave them a hard squeeze. "Gretchen is a registered nurse you know - we also discussed a more 'permanent' surgical solution to your behavior problems involving these." She laughed, "But we have some time on that."
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