One such stimuli, that he both awaited and drove him insane, were his sponge baths. It wasn’t just the gentle caress of the wet sponge and towels against his open genitals. When his attendant cleaned his nostrils for the first time, he caught their scent briefly over the chemicals in his hospital room and the dankness of his casts’ padding. He knew it was his lover, his Sugar Belle. This realization every day kept his attached to reality, to someday getting out of all this. Even if he couldn’t buck apples, hell, ever even walk again, her presence in his life made all the pain and torment worth it. But with this elation came… desires. The catheter became impossible to bear with all his pent up lust, and was eventually removed altogether. He guessed he was allowed to just pee freely now, and did just that since there was no way for anyone to tell him not to. All the same, his lust overcame both the pain and his own embarrassment, and it also went unreleased, throbbing between his frozen legs while he moaned in pain and frustration.

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