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Donor for Life (part one)

Copyright 2017 Jen Darling

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Donor for Life Part One

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Donor for Life Part One

It started with the pain. The pain woke him.

Edgar had woken up with erections before -- not too unusual for a man, really. It was quite unusual, however, to wake up feeling both erect and a sense of pain emanating from his stiff dick. He looked around to get a sense of his surroundings and had not the slightest idea where he was or how he had gotten there. He was laying mostly flat on his back with his head on an impressively comfortable pillow in a rather empty room -- the bed on which he lay and a small nightstand adjacent to the bed was all there was to it.

The walls were clean and pure white, without the slightest indication of a scuff or mark. The ceiling was nearly identical, and was low enough that he could touch the ceiling -- except that he couldn't even move his arms, let alone legs. Essentially, he found himself entirely paralyzed below the neck. He could feel everything just fine - he noted the sensation of the thin silk sheet draped over him as it touched the most sensitive part of his cock head. It was just that he could just about move his head left, right, up, and down... he could blink... but that was about all.

There was a door on the opposite wall, not that it would do him any good in his current state. He looked at the door and wondered how it even opened as it had no knob. The answer soon came as the door slid open and Edgar could see a young woman, perhaps twenty five, standing there carrying a tray. She wore all white -- a short sleeved button down shirt that revealed a small amount of cleavage and a skirt that barely covered her knees. He might have gotten a hardon from seeing her had he not already been sporting one.

She put the tray on the nightstand. It had a few triangle shaped pastries that he could not name on a small plate and a stainless steel mug with a paper straw coming out of it.

"Does it hurt?" she said.

He looked down and realized she could clearly see his hardon. It wasn't too difficult to see, given that his dick was protruding from the slot on his underwear (it occurred to him that he did not recognize the texture of said underwear as being his own) and he only had a thin sheet covering him. "A lot, actually."

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