A Sore Bottom for Travis - Chapter Six

"Hah!" Travis gloated. "Those bastards thought they could keep ME tied up, eh?" He sat up and shucked off the remaining restraints. "They don't know who they're dealing with!"

Full of an exaggerated sense of his own competence, Travis pulled himself into a preposterous Spider-Man crouch. His eyes darted around the room, searching for an avenue of escape, and fell upon the open window. It was one of those small, highly-placed windows designed to provide light and air but not allow people to see inside.

Travis' trim, athletic build and strong arms made short work of the distance through the window. 

In a blink, he was gone.

Denise pulled up to the back of the hospital outside of the employee entrance. She was still ticked off by the uncaring attitude of the police.

Suddenly, she heard the loud screech of a car taking a turn too fast and then the tortured squeal of brakes stopping a speeding car. A pretty blonde girl literally jumped out of a cherry red BMW. She carried some weird looking cut-glass bottle and looked really mad. Denise stepped back under a tree and watched as the furious girl stomped past her muttering curse words under her breath and whipping her head side-to-side as if searching for something...or someone.

And then, to Denise's utter astonishment, a young man's fully naked figure appeared around the corner. He was creeping along, back to the wall, arms out and palms flat against the brick like a cartoon burglar trying to move noticed. Denise could not help but notice what a nice body the man had. Thinking this must be an escaped mental patient, she withdrew behind a nearby tree and pulled out her cell phone to call the cops.

Before Denise could punch in the numbers however, the pretty blonde caught sight of the naked man and called out to him. The naked man spun around to face the woman. Suddenly his whole demeanor changed. The man straightened, smiled at the woman, and began to stroll towards her as if completely oblivious to the fact that he was stark naked.

The man's genitals flopped obscenely from side-to-side as he strutted toward the agitated woman.

"Tiff, baby! Thank God you're here! Ya gotta get me outta here. I..."

But, before he could continue, she started yelling at him. "You fucking sonofabitch!" She brandished an ungainly cut-glass bottle over her head like a club.

"Baby, come on! Quit acting crazy and let's get outta here!" And then he saw the look in her eyes, turned, and moved away, eyes fixed on the make-shift weapon.

Denise watched in utter fascination, cellphone poised in mid-air, as the surreal scene unfolded before her. The blonde advanced toward the naked man like she was going to clobber him with the bottle. The man started to move away, arms raised, palms out, obviously trying to get the woman to back off.

And then things went from surreal to truly bizarre. Intent on warding off the crazed woman's advance, the naked man slipped on something, lost his footing and plunged head-first into the trash bin. Legs kicking furiously, ass completely upturned, the man's naked bottom was completely exposed.

Denise was struck by the man's total vulnerability, legs wide, testicles fully on display, and buttocks spread wide. She couldn't help noticing how red and sore his bottom looked.

What happened next will be forever etched in Denise's mind. With cool, deliberate resolve, the woman stepped over to the naked struggling form in the trash bin. In one vicious, precise jab she rammed the bottle deep into the man's anus! The man let out a blood-curdling scream.

Denise dropped the phone and ran blindly toward the building—straight into Richard's arms. Speechless, she allowed herself to be steered inside. As he led her away in his reassuring embrace, she peeked back over his shoulder and saw a police car pull up, emergency lights flashing. Two uniformed cops jumped out and hurried over to the two struggling figures. From the safety of Richard's warm embrace, she watched as one cop pulled the blonde away from the naked man and secured her in the back of the black and white. The other cop seemed to be unsure if it was safe to move the guy with the giant bottle shoved up his butt. He reached out to pat the guy and reassure him, but there didn't seem to be any good place to put his hand. Clearly uncomfortable with the whole situation, he seemed relieved when a pair of paramedics arrived and took over. Together, they managed to get the man safely onto a gurney and wheel him inside.

Deciding that she'd probably seen enough, Richard drew Denise away and they disappeared inside the building.

"So, Mike, you ever seen anything like this before?" Bruce, the younger of the two paramedics, shook his head in disbelief.

"No way, Bruce! I been a paramedic for fifteen years and I ain't never seen anything like it!" Looking down at the bottle protruding from the man's bare ass, he chuckled with embarrassment. "I'm thinking that's probably gotta really hurt." His partner stifled a laugh.

"But, by the looks of things, this ain't the only abuse this boy' s butt has seen in last 24 hours!" Travis buried his head in humiliation as they wheeled him into the ER. Every millimeter of his butt—inside and out—throbbed unbearably.

"OK, buddy," said Bruce doing his best to contain his amusement. He steered the gurney to a spot out of the main path of traffic. "We're gonna set you right here and go get a nurse."

"Please," Travis begged. "Please take that thing out of my ass!"

"Sorry, pal," replied Mike. "You're gonna hafta wait for the doctor on that one. We ain't allowed to extract no foreign bodies from patients. Too dangerous!" He reached out and patted the naked boy's shoulder. "You wait here and I'll get you a blanket. My partner will go get the nurse."

"Like I got any choice," Travis replied peevishly under his breath.

For the next five minutes—to Travis it seemed like an hour—he laid there naked and seething. The pain in his ass was almost unbearable. What was keeping the fucking nurse? And, to make matters worse, those smirking asshole paramedics took off and left him stark naked on his belly out in the middle of the ER. After what seemed like an eternity, he heard voices coming toward him from the next room.

"It's about fucking time!" Travis struggled to raise his head off the gurney and confront the approaching hospital staff.

"Good afternoon," came the voice of the man in the white smock. "My name is Dr. Thompson and this is Phillip, your nurse. You seem to have gotten yourself into quite a predicament..."

THE END?