Bones (La Douleur Folle #1)

Chapter 17

Chapter Seventeen

Unfortunate that I should find myself in the waiting room of the urgent care center near my home. I’m sure it’s nothing major, but when I rubbed myself raw, it became an annoyance to put on even my boxers. I’m hoping an easily attainable prescription will do the trick and allow me to continue on with my day.

I chose Kalispell Evermore Clinic for a very particular reason. A friend of hers works here; reception, if I can recall correctly, and sometimes I like to come in with minimal afflictions and chat with her .

It’s as close as I can get to my main goal without actually being able to get to her, so I make the most of these visits.

Today is different, though, and in a rather shockingly pleasant way.

“Burress?” a friendly voice calls out.

I glance up toward the source of the sound and find myself smiling. It’s her friend, and instead of being behind the desk, she’s wearing dark blue scrubs and has a small file in her hand.

“I know you,” she greets me with a smile as I walk passed her and wait patiently while she closes the door behind us.

She leads me down a narrow hallway to a room with a number four on the door. I walk toward the sturdy reclining bed and sit down.

I already know the routine.

“Did I say your last name correctly?” she asks kindly as she sits on the small stool across from me .

“Indeed.”

She smiles as she crosses one leg over the other and opens the file with my name on it. My fingers drum along my knees as I wait for the usual barrage of answers.

“What brings you in today, Mr. Burress?” she asks, clicking the top of her pen.

“Guy is fine,” I say, running a hand back through my hair. “This is actually a bit embarrassing, so please bear with me.

“Well, just remember, I’m not here to judge you. I’m here to help you, as long as you tell me the one hundred percent truth,” she replies warmly.

“Oh, you misunderstand,” I reply with a chuckle. “The act is not embarrassing, it’s that I allowed it to happen that makes it so.”

“Okay. So, what happened?” she presses, her smile beginning to falter.

“I went to an establishment that I frequent, and there was a girl there that allowed me to try something I’ve wanted to try for years,” I began, warning myself not to give too much detail. “Anyway, as it turns out, it worked. Only when I was home earlier, showering and trying to get the essence of another woman off of me, I may not have realized that I wasn’t exactly healed.”

She’s staring at me now. Curiosity shows in her eyes, but I know her mind. It’s judging me for what I’ve just said, and I can’t blame her.

Vanilla people are very quick to judge what they don’t understand.

“Guy, where are you hurt?” she asks curiously.

I sigh and get to my feet, placing my hands on my hips. Should I show her or ask for another in her place? After all, she’s almost as good as the one I’m hunting for, but I won’t harm her for the simple fact that she helps others. Something I know I could never do or have the want to attempt.

With another loud sigh, I unzip my jeans and let them fall down to my knees. She’s putting on a purple pair of latex gloves while I contemplate pulling my boxers off. Maybe if I just pull it out the opening it won’t be so bad, but I know these health physicians want everything as accessible as possible.

I use my thumbs to slide down my underwear as far as mid-thigh then stop. If that’s not enough for her to work with then I would just pull everything back up and leave.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” she asks in an awed voice as she uses her thumb and forefinger to examine me.

“No. It’s more of an annoying feeling that I’d like to subdue if possible,” I reply, turning my face away.

“Did you burn yourself?” she asks curiously as she gently raises my cock to view the underneath.

“That was the trick, so to speak,” I reply dryly.

“Okay,” she says, gently letting me go and turning toward her file. I wait patiently while she scribbles something down. “You can get dressed now.”

I pull my clothing quickly back into place. So quickly that I almost end up snaring myself with my zipper, but I manage to avoid another mishap in that area.

“I’m going to give you something for the burns. I’m assuming you’ve masturbated since it’s happened because your skin looks like it’s been rubbed raw.”

“Unintentionally, but yes, that’s correct,” I reply, leaning against the bed.

She glances up at me and raises an eyebrow before almost imperceptibility shaking her head and pulling out a prescription pad.

“I’m not really supposed to do this because the doctor is out today, but sometimes we get to play with these,” she says happily as she scribbles something down. “I would advise getting this as soon as possible. The faster you start using it, the faster you can get back to whatever it was that brought you here.”

“Thank you,” I say quietly.

I take the prescription from her and fold it once, then twice, sliding it into my pocket. I’ll pick it up on the way home.

For now, I have to make my way to the hardware store and get some supplies.