by John DAgostino, a.k.a. John Dog, Eccentric Outsider Artist
I woke up on the table. The stainless steel table at the hospital- again. I was strapped down good. I raised my head as much as I could and tilted my eye to see what I could. Leather scraps on my ankles, locked tight to the metal frame, a hip harness clipped to the table on each side, and leather wrist straps binding my hands locked to the rail just below the table. The bright lights from the overhead hospital lamp flooded my retinas and the room. They lit up my torso and legs. The legs were in bad shape, swollen and blue veined. Yesterday must have been a very heavy gravity day. One should try to avoid drinking on heavy gravity days. They warn you about these things when the early warning detection devices are triggered by pre-gravity shock waves, but since I was shit-faced for 3 days I must have missed the warning.
I was still feeling pretty high and was finding the reflections in the concave chrome dome of the light fixture fascinating, that's when I noticed the intravenous tube stuck in my neck. The scream of the ambulance was still sounding in my ears. I tilted my head back and saw the morphine drip. Tell me Sister Morphine how long have I been lying here. I started to get a chill. Lying naked on a stainless steel table will do that to you.
The lights went off and I dozed off. For how long I was asleep I don't know, but I woke up and felt the fuzzies. The lights were still out, but I knew exactly where they were. They were crawling all over my thighs, my balls and my limp penis. The fuzzies are a strange breed, very adaptable creatures. There origins go back to the Green Revolution of 2020. That's when the Green Party became the controlling power in the New United Nations, NUN. The use of fossil fuels had already been eliminated and all the oil men and shahs were in prison where they belong along with the presidents who helped keep them in business. The Greens initiated, TOP, Total Organic Policy and banned all use of pesticides and the production of meat. Fuzzies were first reported seen in large numbers about 50 years later.
All insects multiplied 100 fold in those years, but not all species survived. There are no more butterflies for example. Scientists believe fuzzies evolved from caterpillars. Fuzzies are about the same size as a caterpillar, 2-3 inches in length. They are very soft on the outside having nice fuzzy brown fur, thus the name fuzzies. But their bodies are hard having a thick shell-like membrane that it almost impossible to crush.
TOP caused a lot of changes in how the human species interacts with the flora and fauna of the world. Humans are now all vegetarians. There are no more carnivorous animals left on the planet due to a highly successful DNA enhancement program sponsored by Microsoft and the NUN. We all now eat organic fruits, vegetables, and fruit and vegetable by-products. Fuzzies are no exception. Fuzzies have developed a unique symbiotic relationship with man. Fuzzies live within the human intestinal track and exist by feeding on the decaying organic matter within.
As I said before, TOP has caused a lot of changes to all species on the planet. Currently, there is a lot of philosophical discussion on the almost pre-historic notion that God put man on the planet to reap its benefits at the expense of all others and the planet. As all humans, animals, birds, fish, mammals, live in peaceful sustainable coexistence, historians and genetic scientists are trying to determine how such a totally bizarre concept became the cornerstone of the human psyche in ancient times. Under TOP life expectancy has increased greatly. Currently, the average life expectancy of humans is 170 in urban areas and 184 in rural areas.
Sex is almost a thing of the past, a natural consequence of clean living. Hormones levels in both men and women have declined. Some say it is because of the totally organic meat-free diets. Some say it is a psychological reaction to living in the stress free environment that the earth has become. There is little to worry about except for a heavy gravity day or two. All peoples' needs are taken care of by the NUN Organic Food Program. Jobs are plentiful with thanks and blessings to the Techno-Bio Consortium. Everyone has their place in producing or managing totally nutritious organic foods. It's probably a good thing that people aren't doing IT as much anymore. The population WOULD get out of hand if too many babies were popping out and living to be 175 or so.
So, here I am stretched out on a stainless steel table like a corpse ready to be dissected. I got fuzzies coming out of my ass and crawling all over my genitals. Sounds gross? Its not, organic shit don't stink. Actually shit is a thing of the past. The fuzzies take care of all that and when THEY are finished digesting they just pass a small amount of gas. So the fuzzies are doing their thing on my thing. It must be getting crowded in there up me ol' bum hole cause looks like the fuzzies want me to be fruitful and multiple. As I said before humans and fuzzies have a unique symbiotic relationship.
My blood is flowing now. My body feels like it is hovering above the table because of the effects of the morphine. Little by little my cock begins to throb and the song "Pump It Up" by Les Mc Cann floats in my head. Soon my rock hard 12 inch penis is sticking almost straight up. It tends to bend slightly forward. The fuzzies are running up and down the length of it - 5, 6, 7 of them at a time. My heart is beating faster and faster. Suddenly, I hear a buzzer. .It's a damn heart monitor. I'm hooked up to a heart monitor. I can see it flashing day-glow orange in the dark.
A door opens and the lights come on and for the first time in I don't know how many days I hear the voice of another person, and not just the ones in my head. I hear, Hola, Chico good morning. Steps approach and as I turn my head I see this most beautiful Cuban nurse. She has long black hair, dark brown eyes, and full lips with shiny maroon lip gloss on them. Her breasts heave against her tight uniform, the buttons ready to burst.
She looks at my still erect rod and says, I knew you'd make a good father. I can't wait to have your massive member deep inside me. And with that she ripped off her blouse and skirt. Just my luck, I wind up in a hospital with a nurse in heat. Her breasts were better than I imagined with bright cherry red nipples the size of your thumb. My cock now was starting to ache. As she lowered the table and began to climb on top I got a glimpse of her moist vagina and glistening clitoris. She grabbed me and began to rotate her slippery labium gently around the head. It was getting really hot on the table. I'm sure if it wasn't for the numbing effects of the morphine I would have shot my load right then.
Then I felt a cool breeze as my damp dick was now alone and pointing to the ceiling fan hanging from above. Conchita was straddling my face and I watched the blades whirl as she shook her raven locks and said, "Taste my sweet cookie, big boy", "I want you to eat my cookie", "Eat it now!". She pushed her hairless box down and I wrapped my lips around her hot button and began to suck. It melted like pink cotton candy on my tongue. The juices were flowing. She kept getting wetter and wetter and wetter.
She moaned and moaned and then turned and moved back down to the other head which was still waiting patiently for some attention. She grabbed me again hard and rammed me into her cunt. She was on top off me but facing away. She was holding my ankles, her ample Cuban butt resting firmly on my pelvic bone, my johnson deep inside her. I wanted to caress those two lovely cheeks, feel them in my hands, help guide her movements as she rhythmically hunched forward and back sliding my cock deeper and deeper with every stroke. What were all these restraints for anyway?
I finally climaxed and she did too. Her tight twat gave one last squeeze as she pulled up bringing the last remaining drops of semen from the very bottom of my scrotum to exit the tip of my head and drip into her waiting hole. We were both covered in sweat and other bodily fluids. She got off, came over and whispered in my ear, thanks. Her smile said thanks too. Just before I heard the door close, she said see you tomorrow.
The door opened again. Heavier foot steps approached. It was the orderly. He cranked the bed and turned it vertical so that I was now in a standing position. He said, "How do you want it, hot or cold?" I told him "cool", "I want it cool, real cool". He adjusted the nozzle, hosed me off, and put me under the drying unit.
He joked around about all the noise that he heard in here and said not to worry that I probably would be free in a week or too. He said that my new Cuban "wife" was in a very fertile period in her cycle (which, by the way, isn't monthly anymore, as in pre-TOP days). A woman's natural cycle takes a full four years and women bear the child for 12 months.
With the general male population's sperm count at approximately 50% of what it was 100 years ago, it would more than likely take a week or two of repeated sexual acts to produce a fertilized egg. I didn't like being tied up for the time, but my Latin hotty wasn't going to loose her opportunity at producing a child. This is the way of life and men have their burden in the process of continuing the human race.
In a way I deserve being tied down. I played hard to get for so long. I don't have a bonded-breeding wife. I didn't want the responsibility of having a full-time wife and child. But, if I am not a registered spouse it makes me fair game for the craven ones. Gee whiz I am 122, I should've know better than to get caught. Now, every month for the rest of my life I will have to pay to the "FUND", again, The NUN-Father Fund for Genetic Continuation. Also know as the FYI - Feed Your Infant Fund.
It's my own fault being caught the way I was caught. This is the third time in ten years and I can't afford an additional FUND payment. No use trying to get out of it either. Genetic tests don't lie. Sperm-napping is a crime, but guys high on morphine have lousy memories and make terrible witnesses. She'll just say that we met at a club and that I knocked her up. Those wanton bitches got it all figured out. I shouldn't have been drinking. I think I am finally getting that message
