Hi, guys! I want to post a story for you from a friend of
mine. Evelyn writes a bit differently than I. Her stuff can get pretty dark,
but I think it’s hot! -Ruth
Happy to be here. Disclaimer before you read any of my
stuff: I’m into fantasy not reality. It might not be realistic and it sure
isn’t anything I’d want to happen to someone in real life. These aren’t real
people; these are fictional characters. This is pure sexual fantasy and that’s
it. Don’t expect a social conscience.
I don’t know how often I’ll update, but I see this being a
long and rambling tale of suffering. It starts with cast stuff, but it's likely to move on eventually to amputee and maybe other disabilities.
It Starts So
Quietly
Part One
By Evelyn Rae
Jared eyed the slope. Okay, it was a little…ambitious…to be
skiing a black diamond when he hadn’t actually been on skis since he was
eleven. But Courtney was an experienced skier and no way was Jared going to
pussy around on the little mound of beginner’s snow while she was off in
another part of the resort. They were here to be together. Plus he didn’t want
her thinking he wasn’t brave enough to just go for it.
So here he was, at the top of a course that was way too
advanced for him. It didn’t look that bad, though. He could handle this.
Courtney grinned beside him and said, “You look hot in that
outfit.” Then she pushed off and was whizzing down the mountain.
Jared took off after her.
He didn’t catch up. Instead he was navigating fast turns all
alone. His senses were hyper aware and his heart pounded hard against his
throat. Bits of cold stung against his nose. This was harder than he
remembered. A lot harder.
Trees and turns came at him so quickly he had no chance to
process getting around one before another was in front of him.
Never again, Jared thought. It had been a mistake to let Courtney
talk him into this trip. What had happened to his suggestion to go hiking? He
couldn’t remember anymore how he had agreed to go skiing. Courtney had that
kind of power over him. He still forgot that he wasn’t the geeky pudgy kid
anymore. He was buff now. Well, buffer anyway. But he still couldn’t help
feeling like Courtney was way too good for him and it made him want to prove
his worth at every moment.
It only took that second of ruminating to distract Jared
from his task and ensure that he wouldn’t be making it to the bottom in the
usual fashion.
The tip of one ski clipped a tree and spun him out of
control. He tried to shriek like a little girl but the cold air in his throat
let no sound out. He spun several times and then slammed into another tree and he
could hear his leg crack as it bent entirely the wrong way.
He was prone, lying in the snow, staring up at the bright
sky while pain pulsed across his vision. Who would even find him? Would Courtney
realize something was wrong and send someone to look for him? How long would it
take? Would he get frost bite and die first? Pull it together, dude, Jared
thought to himself. You’re the cool guy now.
It was just before peak season and there weren’t that many
other people on the slopes, but even though Jared was now off the path and in
the sparse woods, another skier saw him and pulled over expertly, slicing with
his skis.
Before long an EMT crew was there getting Jared up and
carrying him off the slopes. He groaned with every jostle as they hurried him
to the ambulance. There he got some kind of pain medication and he drifted off
into a drugged dream.
He woke again in a hospital room, instantly recognizable by
the smell and the sounds; beeps and pages and shoes scuffling up and down the
hallway. Jared felt sore all over. He
tried to stretch and that’s when he realized that his left leg was heavy with a
huge plaster cast all the way from his upper thigh down his foot, leaving only
his toes exposed. It was lifted in some kind of sling while the rest of his
body was lying flat.
Wow. He blinked in surprise. So much for their vacation. He’d
never broken a bone before. Damn
Courtney, talking him into this stupid shit. Why did he let her do it? He was
building up a good head of steam when Courtney appeared in the doorway and her
remorseful face melted Jared’s anger.
“I feel so terrible
that this happened,” Courtney said, rushing over. “Oh babe. You poor thing. But
don’t worry. I’ll take really good care of you and you’re still going to enjoy
the rest of our vacation.”
A little later a doctor arrived to explain the various
breaks, the healing time, and let them know Jared could go back to the resort
in the morning with a pair of crutches. “Try to keep the leg elevated as much
as possible,” the doctor said in parting.
Since he’d never used crutches before, a male nurse came by
to help him figure it out and make sure he could handle them. While Courtney
sat in a chair in the corner of the room, the nurse lowered Jared’s leg to the
bed, then gently helped him to sit up with an arm around his back.
Jared grimaced at the aches throughout his body.
“All good?” the nurse said.
“Yeah,” Jared muttered, “I’m fine.”
Jared gripped the bed while the nurse rotated him, slowly
lowering the heavy casted leg to the tile floor. Leaning heavily on the other
man, Jared heaved himself up onto his good leg and swayed for a moment. The
nurse held out two wooden crutches and adjusted their height until they fit
snuggly under Jared’s arms.
Jared leaned forward on them and gave a test hop. The casted
leg swung a little too wide and smacked into the crutch on Jared’s left side
and he would have hit the floor if the nurse hadn’t caught him. Good thing they
sent a strong guy for this task.
Courtney was silent and Jared was grateful. Knowing her, he
had expected some giggling at his expense.
Jared straightened up and tried again. After a little while
he was able to get the rhythm of it, but he was surprised by how exhausting it
was. He was worn out after ten minutes and his head was starting to swim. Blood
was pulsing in the toes of his casted leg too. It felt like all his blood was
pooling in that foot and trying to break the cast apart.
“I think that’s enough for now,” the nurse noted.
Jared hobbled back to the bed with every ounce of
concentration he had. He sat down with relief on the edge, but lacked the
strength to get his broken leg back up onto the mattress. The nurse took over
and Jared gratefully collapsed, letting him do it.
Breathing heavily, Jared closed his eyes and felt the blood
start to flow back into the rest of his body.
Six weeks of this torture? He couldn’t imagine how he was going to get
through it.
Great beginning.
ReplyDeletei hope to see more story soon!
Nice, casts are definitely fun to think about, one of my fetishes! Let's see how Jared is going to make it for the next six weeks...:-)
ReplyDeleteFabulous beginning. Hope we read more about the nurse and helping over the next six weeks or more
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