Voytek had been sitting in the same spot for nearly two hours with electrodes taped to his balls. He was nursing a vicious hangover and some nice bruises. He didn’t think those Ceasar’s goons had broken his ribs but it still hurt to take in a deep breath. Dr. Kurz monitored him to see if he had any reaction to the stimulus provided. It was yet another pornographic movie, much like all the others that had failed to get a rise out of him. The only emotion the nude rutting bodies aroused in him was anger.
“Do we have to keep doing this?” He asked the empty room knowing that the doctor could hear him.
SCREEECH… The intercom came to life to give him an answer.
“Vell, I need to see if our new efforts have improved the situation.”
Over the course of his treatment the good doctor had tried some very innovative procedures including everything from erotic massage to a round of good old-fashioned ECT. Voytek had been willing to try anything once but after the electroshock he almost felt like Dr. Kurz was just trying to torture him. It seemed like everyone was out to get him lately.
During the height of his popularity in Poland there had been no shortage of women wanting to fuck a soccer star. He wasted no time in getting to know every one of them intimately, and sometimes he would “get to know,” several at one time. What I wouldn’t give to get back to normal. That had been life in his early twenties, sports sex and money. Voytek lived a life that any man would envy right up until he had the accident. Poor judgement and a slick highway had been his downfall. Not to mention the girl, Amber. Compared to her he had been lucky. He didn’t remember the impact just the few seconds before as he sailed over the handlebars. Oh shit, I’m dead. He’d thought to himself at the time.
“I haven’t been able to get it up in three fucking years, what makes you think it’s going to work now!” This time the intercom remained silent.
Of course the alcohol didn’t help his problem, and he had been warned. Sometimes Voytek felt he needed to drink for his own sanity. Something did happen to him recently that gave him more hope than anything the doctor had tried. He noticed her in the waiting room before his last appointment. She was pretty but not gorgeous. A pair of big green eyes emerged from a pale face framed by a mass of red waves. He’d definitely felt something stir when he looked at her. She had been wearing a leather skirt and ankle boots. He had an odd thought that her ass would look perfect on the back of his new bike. For some reason Voytek couldn’t get this idea out of his mind, and he had been staring at her legs without realizing it. She of course caught him and muttered something under her breath like “creep,” and gave him the finger.
Voytek lost himself in the fantasy of this girl barely aware of the room around him and the images on the screen in front of him. He pictured his hands in her wild red mane, then pressing her against the nearest wall and pulling up that skirt. He closed his eyes and imagined how he would like to ravage her body. Was he just imagining it, or were his jeans a bit tighter?
“Beeep beeeeep” went the monitor. Voytek’s eyes snapped open and he suddenly knew what he had to do.