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“Good evening. I’m Rebecca Gonzalez,” A young news anchor’s melodious voice spilled from the arrangement of TVs in the shop window across the street.
“And I’m Gavin Marshall, and this is,” a rich, male voice followed the musical one.
“News at Nine,” they finished together.
“Today’s top story,” Rebecca began, “is the opening of the new Euphrates Memorial Hospital. With more on the story, here’s Tony Robbins in the field. Tony, are you there?” The wall of screens changed to shots of the massive, state of the art hospital with a seasoned reporter standing in front.
“Good evening Rebecca and Gavin,” Tony said in a boisterous voice. “I am here outside the new hospital, which opened its doors today immediately after the ribbon cutting ceremony.” The picture changed to a montage of clips of the city politicians cutting the ribbon and opening the hospital to the public. “While there has been a lot of controversy surrounding the pharmaceutical giant opening a private hospital, the immediate positive impact on the community is undeniable. With a plethora of assistance programs available, nobody is getting denied medical care here…” his voice faded away as I rounded a corner and started down a narrow alleyway.
It was all the same, more of the rich getting richer, whatever pretty bow they tried to wrap around it.
I was so caught up in my own thoughts that I didn’t notice the rusty metal pipe that had fallen across the alleyway. My foot got caught on it, and with a cry and a sharp snap of pain in my ankle I went to the ground, driving the air from my lungs. I caught my breath and tried to get back to my feet, letting out another cry as I put weight on my injured ankle. I stopped try and just sat for a moment, rubbing my ankle.
What was I going to do?
“What’s going on down here?” A voice boomed out, and the beam of a flashlight focused on me, causing me to blink and raise my hand to shield my vision as I tried to see who it was.
“I’m sorry!” I began. “I just fell, I’ll go,” I promised, used to the way people reacted to you when you’re homeless. The beam of light moved down and to the side, the refracted light reveling a large police officer with a concerned look on his face. He approached me, and I flinched.
“Shh, relax, kid.” he reassured me, kneeling to examine me. His hands pushed mine away, and he began to poke and prod, gently, at my tender ankle. “I don’t think it’s broken, but we should get you checked out anyway.”
“No, please, thank you, but I can’t afford…” I protested, but he cut me off.
“EMH opened today, and they have grants and shit to cover you if you can’t pay. Come on, I’ll take you.” He reached down and pulled me to my good foot, wrapping his arm around me and starting me moving in the direction he’d come from.
“You don’t need to…” I tried again as I hopped along.
“Nonsense,” he cut me off again. “I’d be failing at my job if I didn’t get you to a doctor.” He guided me to a dark, unmarked SUV and helped me into the passenger seat. “Don’t worry, little buddy, they’ll get you taken care of.” He patted me on the shoulder and shut the door…
Hours later, I sighed, finally settling into the comfortable hospital bed. They had given me a private room, and I was still having trouble wrapping my mind around that.
My foot was wrapped, and I had been bathed. My face went red, remembering getting hard as the nurse washed my body. What was I supposed to do? A beautiful woman was washing me! And that look she’d given me as she walked out of the room, stopping to write something on the clipboard… I wasn’t even sure what that was about.
I shook my head, the crisp white sheets crinkling as my head shifted on the pillows. They’d asked me for my name, but I didn’t want to tell them. There was no way they were going to leave me with some huge bill I’d spend the rest of forever paying off. No, I was John Doe. It took me a while to shake the exposed feeling I got from the short hospital gown tied around my body, but it was easy to ignore now that I was under a small pile of sheets and blankets.
The bed was warm.
And it was nice and quiet.
I closed my eyes and started to doze.
“Excuse me,” I heard some guy say. I looked up to see a young man in scrubs with a little rolling machine beside him. “I’m Sebastian. I need to check your vitals really quick. Sorry to wake you.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I said, sticking out my arm so that he could put a blood-pressure cuff on me before clipping something onto my finger. He pulled a little stick on a cord from the side of the machine and held it to my mouth. I let him slip it under my tongue and waited. He pulled it free a few moments later and removed the cuff and the device from my finger. He took a few notes on the clipboard and then rolled the little machine toward the door.
“Sleep well,” he said, leaving the room. I waited a few moments, and then closed my eyes again. It was late, and I was so tired, and so comfortable. It was so easy to…
“Sorry, sir,” a voice said sternly, a hand on my shoulder shaking me gently. I opened my eyes blearily.
How long had I been asleep?
“Yes?” I asked, my voice croaking.
“I have your meds, sweetheart,” a grandmotherly woman in colorful scrubs said, offering me a little paper cup, and a slightly larger cup of water.
I shrugged and took them from her. The doctors had to know what they were doing.
“Go back to sleep, love,” she said, patting my shoulder and walking out. I closed my eyes and drifted off again.
“Got to check your vitals again,” I heard Sebastian’s voice again, right beside me.
I felt dizzy as I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He slipped the thermometer into my mouth, leaving it there as he slipped the cuff onto my arm. A few minutes later he was gone again.
I closed my eyes, drifting off again almost right away.
“It’s that time again,” Sebastian said, pulling me out of my shallow sleep again. I blinked a few times, struggling to focus on his face. He slipped the thermometer into my mouth again, slipping it under my tongue and waiting…
Some sort of astringent liquid burst into my mouth, causing the muscles in my face to tighten and making me swallow uncontrollably. My face finally relaxed and he pulled the thermometer free, leaving me gasping.
“Whaa—What was that?” I slurred, watching him pull a tube from his pocket and slide it into the thermometer. At the same time, there was this strange warm feeling spreading through me, and I could feel myself starting to get hard under the sheets.
What’s this guy doing in my room?
Wait, since when do I have a room?
“Whaatsss goinnnnn onnn?” I whined, my hand sliding down to squeeze my cock through the sheets.
“Hmm,” he muttered. “Not quite there yet, are we?” He brought the thermometer to my mouth and slipped it between my lips again.
He stood there for a moment, waiting. My tongue started to slide around the thermometer, wondering if it was going to…
More liquid burst into my mouth. Again, my face tightened while I swallowed the liquid without necessarily wanting to.
“Uhhhhn,” I cried out in objection when he finally pulled the thermometer free. “Guuuunnnhhhhkkkkk,” I tried again, blushing as I gurgled stupidly.
“That’s more like it,” he said approvingly, staring down at me. “Just relax. I won’t lie and say this, or anything else, will ever make sense to you, but I can promise you won’t care for much longer.”
What is he doing to me?
“Huuuuuuuhhhhhhnhnnnnnn,” I droned, drool running down my cheek. At the same time, I felt the short hospital gown start to slowly slide up my thighs, under the sheets, as my stiffening cock pushed against the material. “Nnnnnuuuuhhhhh!” He started laughing, and my face went red.
He couldn’t do this to me!
Who was he again?
I watched him pull off his blue scrub top, tossing it onto the floor. His body was… tight. Hard? Smooth? Sexy?
My eyes slid down the contours of his abs and watched his hands start to untie the knot at the waist. Yeah, sexy! I panted and watched as he slid the blue pants part way down and tucked his cock and balls over them. I’d never seen another guy’s cock this close before.
Or had I?
Where was I?
I pulled my eyes away from his cock and looked around the room. Everything was bright, and clean and…
What was this place?
“Relax,” he said, and his motion drew my attention back to him, to his hand, going down to wrap around his swelling cock and start stroking it. “Shhhhhhh,” he said, and I felt my panic melt away as I watched his fist glide up and down his erection. I caught a whiff of something, and I knew right away that it was him, even if I didn’t know what the smell was. My mouth dropped open and I started panting, watching him slowly stroke himself.
“Huuuuhhhhnnnnn,” I growled animalistically, and he chuckled again.
“Can you still understand me?” He asked, I glanced up at his face and nodded.
“Nnnnuuuhhhhhhhh,” I moaned before another string of drool ran from the corner of my mouth.
“Do you know your name?” He asked as my eyes moved rapidly back and forth between his penis and his face.
Of course, I know my name!
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhh!” I cried out, my limbs moving around uncoordinatedly as I struggled to remember my name.
“Shhh, relax. I can tell you what it is,” he said, leaning forward to bring his cock against my cheek with a heavy thump. My breathing calmed, and I found myself pressing my face back against his cock, taking delight from the heat of it, from the smell of it.
“Guuuhhhhhnnnnn?” I droned.
“You’re John Doe. It says so right here,” he picked up a clipboard and turned it around for me to see. I knew I could read, but… I stared, uncomprehending, at the scribbles on the clipboard.
None of it made any sense.
But he could read it.
John Doe… Was that right?
I’m John Doe!
I remember my name! I’m John Doe!
“Ahhhhnnnnn!” I cried out excitedly, nuzzling his erection, excited to know my name again. He laughed and reached down to ruffle my hair.
“There’s a good little slut. Now, I bet you’re about ready to have my penis in your mouth, aren’t you?” He patted the cheek that his cock wasn’t resting against.
In my mouth?
“Huuuuhhhhhhnnnnn,” I tried to ask, looking up at his face and meeting his eyes.
“Shhhh,” he said, reaching down to slip his thumb into my mouth. He pressed down, and my jaw fell open before he took his finger away. His eyes were holding mine, compelling me not to look away. The weight of his erection left my cheek, leaving a patch of skin that suddenly seemed to be freezing.
Still, he stared me intently in the eye. Even if I could pull my gaze away, I’d knew that I would still be able to feel the pressure of his stare, pushing harder and harder against the surface of my mind until I felt something rip, something tear, and let out a moan of pleasure as my eyes rolled back into my head. A moan of pleasure that was quickly cut off as he shoved his cock into my mouth.
“Aww, yeah, I knew you’d like that. Keep sucking and try and remember your name,” he ordered, gripping the sides of my head and starting to fuck my face, my own erection trapped beneath the sheets as I writhed, sucked, and…
It was… Uh…
I was… Juh… Jod… Joe…
I got excited about knowing my name again and moaned, melting around his shaft.
“Ohhhh, fuck! There you go, faggot!” He cried out, pressing all the way down my throat as I felt his cock start to swell and jerk inside me.
Wait, is that my name?
I thought it was…
Yeah, I’m Faggot!
I swallowed around his shaft in delight, a strange feeling building inside me.
What… What’s that?
What’s going on?
Wow! Wow! Wow!
I sucked frantically as a wall of pleasure slammed into me, crushing me, overwhelming me. My cock started to squirt between the sheets, and it was still squirting when he pulled his cock from my mouth, leaving me writhing on the bed.
“Awwwwwnnnnnngggggggggggggggggggg! Fuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnggggggg!” I drooled stupidly as he tucked his cock away. The pleasure kept coming, and I watched him pull another tube from his pocket and slip it into the thermometer. Finally, the pleasure started to fade, and I just lay there panting.
“Do you still remember your name?” He asked, holding the thermometer in his hand, my eyes focused on it.
I know that!
It’s… Fuhhh…. Faaag…
My name is Faggot!
I nodded up at him, eagerly, excited that I still knew my name, and he chuckled.
“I wonder what you think it is at this point,” he mused. “Well, in any case we should probably take care of that.”
He slipped the thermometer between my lips.
I sucked on the thin tube, waiting.
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