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Sleeves

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by Chanse Lowell


  She squirted copious amounts all over his belly and then started running the wand over his skin. It roamed around on the right side.

  Casey was gripping the edge of her chair, her chest tightening each time Jana’s hand moved down toward his groin.

  Jana had to see how insanely gorgeous he was. No way she could ignore the sensual appeal of this man.

  Casey was having a hard time resisting jumping over there and putting her hands all over him.

  “Hmm . . .” Jana stopped moving it.

  “Did you find it?” Casey jumped up and walked over to them, getting a closer look at the screen.

  “Well, there’s definitely something unusual over here, but it’s not completely metallic.” Jana pointed at the screen.

  It looked like a long thin tube with a branching T on top, a little over an inch long.

  “Do you think that’s it?” Casey asked him.

  “No idea.” He sat up a little to look at it on the screen. His expression went from bewilderment to annoyance.

  “Those sick fucks!” He slapped his hands on the table.

  “What?” Jana’s face paled.

  “That’s an IUD,” he said through gritted teeth.

  “They’ve got it near your prostate. It’s probably leaking chemicals into your reproductive organs.” Jana’s brow scrunched into a deep V. “Why in the world would they use that for a tracking device?”

  “Serves double duty—I bet,” Casey jumped right in. “He used to black out when he orgasmed. We’ve found ways to work around that, so it’s not happening anymore. But he told me that’s when they usually found him even if he had the descrambler operating and inside him.”

  “God, those dirty mother-fuckers are worse than I thought,” Kel said.

  “I don’t know how I’m gonna get that out without causing you tremendous amounts of pain. Look where it’s at.” Jana pointed again above it. “There are tons of nerves in this area.”

  “Yeah, but it looks like it’s close to the skin’s surface,” Kel said.

  “I’m not comfortable removing that, and I doubt Casey would be either. It might sterilize you.” Jana crossed her arms over her chest.

  “Good! I’m the last bastard that should be having any more kids.” He reached for Casey. She came to his side and held his hands. “Please, help me. Do this for me. I can’t do it myself.”

  “I . . . Maybe there’s some way to deactivate it?” Casey’s right eye twitched as she thought about the horrendous pain he’d be in and seeing blood down by his dick.

  “I heal fast, right? And I can black out again. Jack me off until I come. Don’t kiss me or hold me or do anything kind to me afterward. Barely touch me to get me there. I’ll pass out and then you can do it quickly.” He smiled, but it was tight, and his eyes were filled with doubts and fear.

  “When I jack you off it doesn’t make you pass out anymore. Especially since . . .” Casey glanced over at Jana for a second, then her eyes cut back over to him “. . . I’m like you now.” She swallowed. “Jana could do it though.” Her eyes closed, and she dropped her head, then squeezed his hand.

  Jana’s hands on his cock, pulling his orgasm out of him? How could Casey handle this without wanting to kill her friend, the good doctor, already helping them out against her better judgment?

  “No.” Kel placed Casey’s hand on his heart. “I’ll probably just pass out from the pain. Do it. I want you to be the one. I’ll heal so quickly from such a small incision it won’t be a big deal. In fact, I don’t even remember ever seeing a scab or stitches or anything from them putting this thing in me at the facility.” He swallowed. “Jana’s not gonna touch me. Only you. I’m done having anyone’s hands on me but you.” His Adam’s apple bobbed when he gulped. “We don’t have time to argue about this.” His eyes went to Jana. “Scalpel. If you have some kind of topical anesthetic, we’ll use that, but nothing else.”

  Jana nodded and went flying through the room to get him the things he needed.

  A moment later, Jana turned around so she wasn’t watching. Kel’s boxer briefs were lowered and Casey was over his limp penis, her hands shaking with a sharp, silver, gleaming instrument clutched tight.

  “Make sure we have something to sterilize the cut; bandages, too,” Casey said.

  The topical steroid had better work. She applied generous amounts of it.

  A few moments later, Casey pinched him in that spot with her left hand. He looked in her eyes, and it seemed the pain hadn’t registered.

  “Okay, hold the ultrasound wand right here so I can see where to cut,” Casey told him.

  His hand moved it to where she needed it. Everything was ready. Jana had brought the other supplies they’d need for afterward.

  “Close your eyes, sweet man. I’ll make this as quick and painless as I can.” She leaned over kissed him and once his lids shut, swiiiiip!

  “Oh God, oh God, oh Jesus fuck!” He hyperventilated, his abs contracted and his body shook.

  Blood leaked out of the cut, but he didn’t pass out.

  Shit! What was she supposed to do now? How could she proceed with him awake and freaking out?

  She used the gauze on the table to wipe the blood away, then with the surgical tweezers Jana had placed nearby, Casey reached in and gripped the IUD.

  He moaned and his hand shook on the ultrasound wand.

  “Let go of it, Kel. I’ve got the sucker.”

  He dropped it.

  She bit her bottom lip and lifted it from his body.

  He screamed so loud, she jumped and yanked.

  The little thing came out with a snagging feel and a pop!

  Oh Christ! Had they attached it to something like an artery?

  “Jana! Get over here now! Something’s happening.” Casey picked up the ultrasound wand, and put it back in place to see what was going on.

  “It’s a tendon!” Jana was out of breath, almost doubled over and her hands were clenched into the sides of her thighs.

  “He’ll be okay, though, right? That can heal on its own?” Casey’s heart was speeding out of control, making it hard to breathe and think.

  “He probably needs stitches,” Jana answered.

  “No! We can’t. No time!” Kel’s jaw was so taut the veins in his neck stood out.

  “Super glue! Get me some!” Casey remembered using that for wounds before.

  Once again, Jana was flying about the room, finding what they needed.

  Casey somehow was able to clean the wound with what they had, squirt some glue in the spot while Jana held the ultrasound wand steady. With the tweezers, Casey held the tendon back in place and prayed it would reattach quickly.

  “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay,” Casey kept chanting to Kel.

  His eyes were glassy; his breathing shallow and coming out in quick rapid pants. The sweat on his brow and loss of color was scaring her.

  “Take it out! Now!” he barked, then he was convulsing.

  They managed to hold him down long enough she was able to quickly clean the skin around the edge of the cut and put super glue there. It sealed up right away, and that gave her hope that his insides had done the same.

  He writhed and then it slowed. Finally, her sweet man passed out from the pain.

  “Oh, fuck, that was intense and frightening as hell,” Casey breathed, stroking his arm.

  “Help me clean this up quick. We’ve probably only got about a minute before the camera starts recording again.” Jana pointed at the bloodied gauze wadded up in a bowl and the implements used as well.

  Casey dumped the biohazardous material into the waste basket then thought better of it. What if someone got ahold of his blood and studied it? She couldn’t allow that, so she wrapped them in a paper towel and shoved them in her pocket. Next she found the sink and poured alcohol all over the scalpel and tweezers to sanitize them and erase traces of his DNA.

  “Uh, Case . . . How’re you going to get him out of here when he’s unconscious?”

>   “Wheelchair?”

  “Don’t have one that would fit him.” Jana glanced around the room.

  “What about one of those rolling mop buckets—you know, where the bottom detaches and has wheels?” Casey stared at him. How the hell would she keep him on it since he’d be floppy?

  But before they could figure it out, he jackknifed and was off the table, grabbing Casey and hugging her, tears moistening her shoulder.

  “Never mind,” Casey told her and stroked his back. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You did so well.”

  “It’s gone, isn’t it?” he asked her as she rocked him back and forth.

  “Not yet.” Casey pulled out of his hug, picked up the IUD, turned tracker, walked over to the attached bathroom, dropped it in the toilet, flushed and waved at it as it went down.

  “I’m free,” was all he said, tears streaming down his cheeks.

  He let go of her and got dressed.

  She watched him carefully.

  Blood seeped through his shirt as they left the building.

  Oh fuck, this wasn’t good.

  Chapter 13

  “Oooh yeah, God, you . . . A little more, that’s right,” Kel whimpered, tugging his foreskin up over the head and then stroking it back down.

  Casey’s eyelashes fluttered.

  Her nipples were erect, and so was his cock. He’d turned the AC down for this effect.

  He couldn’t stand it anymore, but she was still exhausted. If he didn’t stop waking her up all the time to either touch him, tell him she loved him or let him finger her, she was going to scream at him and demand they sleep in separate rooms.

  This ban against sex was obnoxious.

  It kind of seemed fair though he was bugging her since she kept on fussing at him over that small cut where she’d taken the tracking device out. How much super glue did she waste in the last several hours on him? Too damn much.

  He kept telling her it wasn’t important. It would be fine.

  And it was fine. All of it.

  They were at a different hotel, he was healed. All was good. Time to fuck.

  “Christ, you’re so hot. Love watching you.” He pumped faster.

  Her eyes opened. “What—God, Kel . . . It’s barely getting light out, and you’ve already whipped it out? You’re not even healed all the way from taking a metal contraption out of your body, close to your dick.”

  He smiled. “It’s fine. Doesn’t hurt. Gotta prove the equipment still works. Besides, you put more super glue on two hours ago, and there’s barely a scab left.” He breathed hard, and his mouth somehow watered at the same time, she had him that turned on. “Admit it. You touch yourself while you watch me sleep, don’t you?”

  “No, I . . .” Her cheeks colored, and she closed her eyes. A scraping groan emanated out of her chest. “Do you have to get me going when my brain isn’t even awake yet?”

  “Yes—Christ, yes!” He tipped forward, brushed his leaking tip across her cheek. “I’m close . . . Real close.”

  “I don’t care. Going back to sleep. You’re not deprived. You got off three times the night before,” she reminded him. “Let your body heal, crazy man.”

  “Four the night before that. Why are the numbers decreasing? This zero number really upsets me.” He moaned when she turned back to him, and his cock-head bumped her nose.

  “The numbers are fine. You can have as much as you want when I know your wound’s gone completely. I wasn’t gonna risk it reopening last night, and I don’t think it’s unreasonable to ask that I get some sleep. I was fried after cutting into you like a butcher. It was the scariest moment of my life, and I’ve been through lots of those. The love of my life was in massive amounts of pain at my hands, and I watched you pass out because of it.” She exhaled in a rush. “Really, we need to have our priorities straight anyway. We need to rest so we’ll have energy to be able to think straight to get your mom back. I don’t want to screw that up for you.”

  “Open,” he said, ignoring her damned recitation of the Gettysburg Address and blibber blabber about healing wounds near his cock. Whatever.

  Fuck.

  Now.

  Woman!

  Her lips parted; most likely it was more out of shock than anything, but he didn’t care what the reason was. He shoved his cock inside, fucked her mouth and hummed, his pleasure making his chest vibrate. No more fainting ever again when he came, regardless of who received his semen. He hoped he was sterile, too. That would be a blessed side effect.

  “You suck it soooo good, my sexy slut. So good. You know exactly how I like it—because you love how I feel on your tongue when I come.”

  She blinked, and her pupils dilated while her nostrils flared. Her throat bobbed when she tried to swallow, and that small action made the back of her tongue rise up and wash across his rounded end.

  He pulled out and pinched around the corona to slow down the squirting, then dripped it down and across the bridge of her nose, painting her white.

  “Fffffuuuuuuck! Do you know how goo d that looks on you?” As soon as he was done convulsing and watching it drip down onto her cheeks, he dipped his head down and licked it off her.

  “Oh gaaaawd, you’re gonna kill me with your come.”

  “Impossible . . . My come’s the cure to all your problems.”

  She sighed and chuckled low in her belly, making the bed shake.

  “Your turn. Smear your come on my face.”

  “Uhhh . . . no.”

  “Come on—ride my face. Get it on my chin at least or straddle my neck and hump my Adam’s apple. Be bad with me, bitch. I want you to.”

  She laughed. “I am not going to make you look like some deranged lifeguard with a white nose painted from come.” She shook her head. “Man, how you egg me on. If I listened to you, I’d never get anything done.”

  “Sure you would—the numbers would increase, and in the sports world, that’s good for everyone. Win, win, and win some more. Let’s break records.” He smirked.

  “Put that thing away. It’s beautiful,” she kissed the slit, licked it for a second, making it twitch, though it continued to soften, “but I can get to know it a little more each day. It’s not a race to the finish. I plan to savor you over time.”

  His right brow edged its way up to his hairline. “You should be a politician. You kick ass at saying what I wanna hear, but I don’t believe you. I need this in writing.” He pretended to etch it on her bare stomach with his index finger.

  “I think I need to start sleeping with clothes on. You get naughty when you’re bored and I’m naked.”

  He nodded. “No fucking doubt, but that would be really bad. At least if you’re naked, I don’t always wake you up. Sometimes I’m able to jerk off quietly. If you’re clothed, you’d wake when I ripped them off you.”

  She smiled, and her eyes softened. “Making up for lost time, I see. All those years without being able to get to the end has made you voracious. I get it—I do, but I swear I’m not going anywhere.”

  “’Kay,” he said, nodding.

  “Good.”

  She sat up and was in the process of swinging her legs over the edge when suddenly, she dropped back down onto the mattress, curled into a fetal position and moaned with her fists bunching and tucking up under her chin.

  Her teeth chattered, and she paled.

  “What’s wrong? Casey?”

  “I d-don’t knoooow,” she said, her voice losing power.

  Her breathing went shallow, and she shook. Her legs twitched, and then she bunched up in on herself again.

  “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, ohhhhhh God, it hurts!” She yelped then tears squeezed out of her eyes as she closed them.

  He hovered over her, his hands an inch above her shoulder, unsure if he should touch her or not. Would it hurt her worse if he did that?

  “What can I do? I . . . Jesus, you’re turning whiter than the walls,” he blurted, his eyes stinging and his gut twisting.

  “Oh my fucking Chri
st!” Her bottom leg failed out, accidentally kicked him, then it curled back up again. “It’s . . . Something’s wr-wrong. It’s like my intestines are exploding.” Her teeth clicked.

  “Let me feel?”

  “No—Lord, no!” Her body was rocking back and forth; restless energy as she tried to find something that was comfortable.

  “I’ll take you to the hospital—’kay?”

  “We c-c-can’t. They might catch us,” she argued.

  “I’ve gotta fucking do something. How do I know if you’re dying here?”

  “I’m nnnnot dying, asshole.”

  He grinned. At least she was able to curse at him. If that was the case, it couldn’t be too bad.

  Had he hurt her from fucking her endlessly with rough hands and a brutal dick over the last few days? He knew he’d hurt her eventually. His strength was always more than he realized. And lately he’d gotten careless since she would get turned on by him really letting go.

  She was like him now, he told himself repeatedly. She could handle it.

  This was what he deserved. She was still a woman, and he was a savage beast, tearing into her flesh like she was his main course.

  His lips descended on her shoulder, he stroked her back as gently as he could. With whispering touches, he told her, “I’m sorry, Case. I never meant to hurt you. I hate that I’ve caused you pain.”

  “You didn’t.”

  “I did.” He sniffed back tears. He had no right to cry.

  She could do it all she liked, kick him in the balls and call him a shit-head if she wanted to. He’d take it.

  He kept his mouth quiet, lay with her and touched her in a soothing way as much as he could while she rode out this inexplicable pain.

  Was it from stress?

  He almost would have said she’d been pregnant and was miscarrying, but that was impossible.

  What could this be? Gall bladder? Kidney stones?

  How was this possible? The serum was supposed to make them almost invincible—never getting sick. Yet, she was clearly not all right.

  His mind raced, and she choked on her anguished cries as the pain escalated.

  After a half hour of her dealing with this, she dropped off to sleep, her color slowly returning.

 

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