Priapism, a persistent, often painful erection lasting over four hours, unrelated to sexual arousal.
Among all the mbers of the FGH organization that Jeff cursed with Undying Erection on the night of Veena’s college welco party, only Dexter had suffered such a condition due to his continuous attempts to relieve his erection through intimacy.
Not only on the night before he was hospitalized—when he ended up cumming blood—but even after being given strong doses of dicine to calm his erection; Once he got hard again, he would call one of his "girlfriends" and get intimate inside his private room at the hospital.
He refused to believe and accept the doctor’s diagnosis—that he needed to abstain from intimacy—hurling harsh insults at the doctor and threatening not only his work, but his life as well.
He refused to take his dicine, enduring the pain of his erection and trying to feel pleasure during his repeated intimacy sessions at the hospital.
"Argh! Fuc’!—why isn’t it going down again?!"
"Ahh~!"
Even now, despite being scheduled for discharge in the morning, he was still trying to relieve his erection by getting intimate with one of the most erotic nurses of Capital City Hospital in the middle of the night, inside his private room.
Of course, the nurse wasn’t forced nor blackmailed by Dexter. She wasn’t in need of money either, although she wouldn’t deny that she was one of the nurses who offered such services to rich patients.
She agreed—or rather, seduced Dexter into buying her service. But money wasn’t exactly what she was after, nor sexual pleasure. What she really wanted was the pleasure of tornting the pitiful guy who insulted the doctor who diagnosed him—the doctor she was after.
"Ahh~!"
Her moans weren’t caused by how good Dexter was in bed. After all, he was the one lying down while the nurse did all the work, straddling him and moving at a pace that satisfied her.
His rod wasn’t that good either. It was bigger than average and remained hard for over an hour due to his priapism, but it was nothing more than a dildo to the nurse.
"Argh—!"
What really pleased her the most were the sounds of his painful screams:
"Wait!—Argh! Stop!"
The desperate look on his face as he begged her:
"ARGH!!"
And the trembling of his entire body and rod as he climaxed again in pain.
"AHH~!"
Those sexual stimulations brought the nurse to her first orgasm of the night. And of course, she wasn’t satisfied yet—neither from pleasuring herself nor from tornting Dexter.
She pulled Dexter’s painful erection out of her and quickly removed the condom, ignoring his painful groans as she put a new condom on him.
"Wait!... I can’t take the pain anymore... Let take my dicine..."
Dexter reached for his dicine on the corner table beside his bed, but the nurse snatched it from his hands before he could take it.
"What the fuc’ are you doing?!" Dexter shouted in anger, trying to intimidate the nurse—Argh!—only to scream in pain again as she pressed her finger against the tip of his rod.
"Didn’t you say you don’t need the dicine prescribed to you by the doctor?" the nurse replied while dipping the tablet into Dexter’s bloodstained cum leaking from the condom she had thrown onto his shirt.
"Don’t ss with , you bitch! I can ruin you—ARGH!"
Dexter’s threat was answered with a gentle flick on his erection, causing his entire body to tremble in pain.
"Just to remind you, the cara in your room was on loop during the duration of the service you paid for."
Dexter understood what the nurse ant—that she could kill him now without being suspected, and with how weakened he was, he wouldn’t be able to defend himself.
"Just tell what you want already," he said, desperate for the dicine he had refused earlier but always ended up needing when he could no longer endure the pain.
"How about giving a tip tenfold the amount you paid?" the nurse replied.
"Alright! Just give it to already!"
The nurse handed the dicine to Dexter—or so he thought—as she pulled her hand back.
"The tip first, before the dicine," she said, flashing a sweet smile that always aroused her patients.
"You bitch!"
Despite his retort, Dexter hurriedly grabbed his smartphone and sent the money to the nurse’s account.
"Now give it to !"
The nurse handed the dicine to Dexter—or rather, prompted him to swallow it as she dropped it into his mouth, but not before dipping it again into his bloodstained cum.
Dexter had second thoughts about taking the dicine. But it was the only one the nurse had brought before he bought her service, and he couldn’t endure the pain long enough to wait for a new dose.
He opened his mouth, and for the first ti tasted his bitter cum along with the tallic taste of his blood as he swallowed the dicine.
"Now get the fuc’ out of my room, bitch!"
"What are you saying?!" the nurse said, lifting her hips and positioning herself right on top of his painful erection.
"I already gave you the money, so fuc’ off!" Dexter shouted in anger, trying to overwhelm the fear and pain painted all over his face.
"Since you gave such a generous tip, I’m going to give you an extra service as well."
"Stop!—ARGH!"
Despite Dexter’s desperation, pain surged through his entire body again as the nurse took his entire rod, his scream echoing inside the private room.
"AHH~!"
The nurse orgasd again—not from the stimulation of penetration nor the trembling of his rod inside her, but from the pleasure of hearing his screams.
She continued pleasuring herself and tornting Dexter even after he sent her another tenfold tip, until the dicine finally took effect and shrunk his erection for the night.
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By early morning:
Dexter was finally discharged with a prescription to continue taking his dicine and advice to abstain from intimacy until his priapism was naturally cured.
"That fuckin’ bitch and quack doctor," he cursed, swearing to get back at them and ruin their lives—to have his n fuc’ the nurse in front of the doctor.
The sa plan he had for Veena and Jeff.
The loser he sent to grab Kris and Marc’s girlfriends—in an attempt to get back at Jeff for interfering with his hunt for Veena, breaking his nose, and leaving a permanent scar on his face—had accomplished more than he had asked for.
They had managed to get Veena and Jeff.
That was what Natan told Dexter last night, before his intimacy with the nurse.
Dexter was a bit suspicious, considering he wasn’t able to contact his n—not that he cared about their safety—but his excitent at getting back at Jeff and the thought of fuckin’ Veena himself overwheld his suspicion. At the sa ti, it triggered another painful erection as he arrived ho.
He wanted to fuc’ Veena and tornt Jeff right away, but his fear of the pain delayed his plan until nightti, hoping his priapism would be cured within twelve hours if he kept taking his dicine every hour—resulting in painful stomach cramps due to overdose.
Regardless, Dexter contacted Natan to bring Veena and Jeff to the clubhouse and sent a ssage to his n inviting them for a "treat."
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By night, before it even got completely dark around the clubhouse:
Dexter arrived, parking his car right in front of the clubhouse.
"You freak," Natan grumbled in disgust, greeting Dexter with complaints as soon as he stepped out of the car without wearing anything below, exposing his erection. But that wasn’t his only complaint.
"You know the rule forbidding mbers from coming here with a car, even if you’re the chief."
Dexter knew the rule and its purpose—to avoid attracting attention or leaving any trail of their cris. But he wasn’t in any condition to follow it, nor to walk from the parking lot, considering his painful erection that wouldn’t go down even with dicine, making him unable to wear pants or even underwear.
Yet sohow, with how excited and aroused he was by the thought of fuckin’ Veena and tornting Jeff, Dexter managed to endure it.
"Just shut the fuc’ up, loser. It’s my organization, so it’s my rule," Dexter said, limping as he walked.
"Anyway, what happened to your face?" he added as he approached Natan and noticed the bandage still covering his right cheek and ear.
"It’s nothing. That man resisted, and this is what happened," Natan replied, keeping a poker face.
"Hahaha! You really are a loser!" Dexter laughed as he walked past Natan. As soon as he entered the hall of the clubhouse, he asked another question—one that only made his erection more painful.
"So where’s my new girlfriend and the bastard?"
"They’re inside the chief’s bedroom," Natan replied, following behind him.
Dexter rushed toward the room, enduring the increasing pain with every step. The mont he opened the door and stepped inside:
—ZAP!—
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