An Unusual Ring
Chapter 3
“Jesus H Christ boss, you can’t do that!” it was Stevens, his team sniper. “You need to lie down, before you bleed out. That looks serious Doc!” Chris had caught a piece of shrapnel from the strafing run that had torn a sabre cut down the right side of his back from his clavicle to his hip. The burning hot metal had travelled under his webbing and tunic, exiting below his belt, tearing a hole in his pants. Bleeding profusely, it was otherwise superficial, although now that the adrenalin of combat was wearing off, it was beginning to burn like a son of a bitch!
He was removed from the battlefield in a hurry by an American medivac helicopter. His second in command, Sergeant Mike Hawthorne supervised the passage of lines with the PPCLI company as they moved into the valley to secure the position and deal with the enemy dead. Mike and the rest of the team were flown back to their operational headquarters in Kandahar less than half an hour later. The mood was solemn after their initial jubilation at having conducted a textbook ambush on a much larger enemy force. The boss had been hurt-probably badly enough to be removed from the field long term.
“Max get the gear stowed and everybody showered and fed. Debrief in the team room in two hours. I’m gonna see the colonel and then check on Hamilton and make sure he is behaving himself at the MIR.” Mike slammed his equipment locker, turning to Max, “You remind the boys that what happens in Delta Four stays here. The captain is a crazy son of a bitch but he’s ours and nobody else has the right to say a god damn thing about it”
“Mike, take it easy, nobody has a problem with that operation. It was sweet and off the cuff deadly. The guys won’t see it any other way.”
“Fuck Max I’m not talking about the team I’m talking about some staff weenies sniffing around trying to figure out how they could have done it better.” With that he was gone.
Chris was well behaved albeit sluggish until a nurse attempted to inject him with morphine. He objected profusely claiming it would make him vomit. He insisted the procedure be done with a local anaesthetic only. Sceptical at first about being able to stitch the gaping wound, the doctor sprayed novocaine on it and instructed the nurse to start irrigating and cleaning the exposed fascia. Chris grunted a couple of times but otherwise seemed able to cope, asking another nurse if she had a cell phone. He wanted to check with headquarters on the status of his team.
By the time the wound was partly closed up, he had slipped into unconsciousness. When he awoke several hours later, he was on his back in the hospital ward, on an IV feeling groggy. He felt as if he was made of lead. No pain, just a dull ache through a cloud of euphoria. He gradually focused on the imposing form standing at the foot of the bed. It was Mike in clean fatigues, wearing his tan beret standing at attention in salute.
“At ease sergeant. Now I know I’m not in heaven seeing your festering mug.”
“And it’s a golden pleasure to see you too sir”
Mike informed Chris that he was scheduled to fly to Landstuhl in Germany for some further surgery and then home for a couple weeks to convalesce. “Bullshit I got a job to do”
“You remember when you first took command of the troop what I said to you?”
“As I recall it was something like; I can make all the important decisions I needed to make after consulting with you first because you had forgotten more about being a combat leader than I would learn in the short time I was assigned as commander”
“That’s it exactly and your reply if I remember correctly was; You would agree to do that as long as I had the balls to admit publicly when it no was no longer true. At the time I thought that was the most arrogant reply I had ever heard from a Lieutenant in this man’s army”
“Aw shucks; where is this headed?…”
“Well I guess you need to know the day has come sir. Grasshopper you not only snatched the pebble from my fucking hand but stole my goddamn wedding ring as well. That was some serious instinctive soldiering I saw out there and I am proud to have served with you…”
“What the fuck Mike, where do you think you’re going?”
“Not me boss, you might as well know the colonel has other plans for your injured ass.”
Christopher realized he was saying goodbye. Obviously the CO had already discussed it with Mike and had informed him that there was to be a change of leadership, “Well it sucks to be him. My job is Officer Commanding Delta Four. I’m not going anywhere.”
“My guess is you probably have a good assignment lined up, so stop being all indignant, we were looking for a good team leader when you came along.” Mike laughed, “You know as well as I do that we can survive without you. You also know that the Chief needs good people on the staff in Ottawa. You had a good run…and you’ll be missed about as much as a pail of water from the river.”, he let that sink in for a second, a little disturbed at the pained expression in the young officers face. “Captain, its time to let another officer earn the right to command a troop in this regiment. It’s time to let go. And I lied, you will be missed, you bastard!”
“Well we’ll see about that” They made small talk a while longer, but Mike could see the young officer was exhausted and he was eventually chased out by a gorgeous blond nurse.
“Sergeant before you go come and gimme a big hug” teased Chris. “How bout a kiss goodnight?”
“No way! I have a reputation to think about-you freakin homo!”
“Don’t ask don’t tell…” and with a crisp salute sergeant Hawthorne was gone.
The nurse scolded Chris and reminded him to rest as she checked his drip and made a notation on his chart. Stealing a glance at him she thought to herself, So this is the handsome young officer the other nurses were whispering about. Not bad. She would have to see for herself it what they were saying was true.
“I need you roll over on your side captain, so I can have a look at the dressing.”
“Not sure that I can nurse…”
“. Alice….sure you can. Let me help” Rolling back the covers, she gently pulled him as he rolled onto his left side. She then reached across his broad back, undoing the tie on his hospital gown and pulled it over towards her, exposing his front. He had closed his eyes, wincing in pain and it took some time for him to relax in spite of the drugs he was getting in his IV.
Examining his beautifully muscled torso, her eyes eventually found his penis. It was true. He was wearing a gold ring through his glans, in a classical Prince Albert piercing. She had heard of men doing this but never thought she would ever see one. About two and a half centimetres in diameter, and six or seven millimetres in thickness it was an impressive piece of gold. It rarely excited her when male patients had there sex exposed to her but this was considerably different and somehow, highly erotic.
“Oh my…you have a gold ring through the end of your penis” she found herself more than a little fascinated by the site of it. “Is that pure gold?”
“Twenty-two carat gold with a nickel alloy.” He was looking at her eyes; they never left his member. In spite of the drugs, Chris felt a surge of excitement building as the blond studied his cock.
“May I touch it?” she asked. His penis began to swell at the thought of her handling him.
Looking over her shoulder first, checking for someone watching first, she reached out with a latex gloved hand and took hold of the end of his penis. She then twisted it so that she could see the underside of it. She studied how the ring re-entered his thickening penis just slightly below the fold between the notch of the glans and the shaft. As his cock now reached nearly eight inches in length and a substantial two inches of girth, the ring seemed to disappear inside of it, swallowed by the now huge, engorged glans. A small bead of pre-cum emerged from the tip, glistening as it continued to grow.
She began gently stroking his cock with both hands, spreading the oozing fluid liberally over his cock. Careful, I haven’t been with a woman for over a month now said Chris in a hoarse whisper.
The ring now appeared only as a crescent, covering from the notch of his penis head, where it joined the foreskin, to the slit of the urethra. The rest was hidden inside. This is truly amazing. How did you manage to attach this to the end of your cock? she asked.
“It’s a segmented ring, made in two parts. You open the ring with a special tool and insert the segment before allowing it to spring closed. The seams are virtually invisible. His voice was low, his breathing excited. If you start turning it you will see that smaller segment.”
With the thumb of her gloved left hand she began rolling the shiny ring through the piercing until she was able to see the closure. Wow…That is really a sexy way to dress up a beautiful cock…How is it for sex? she continued pulling and squeezing his erection, examining it in close detail.
“Some like it. Some not, its easily removed, with the right tool.”
“How does it feel for you?”
“It improves a good fuck considerably. I prefer to wear it during penetration, but a lot of women find it intimidating at first”
“I’ll bet.” She started working the length of his cock in rapid regular strokes. “I want a sperm sample captain. Let me see what you’ve got in the bank.”
It didn’t take long before his twitching member to accommodated her curiosity, leaving several table spoons of hot jism on the edge of the bed and her latex covered hands. Once his cock had stopped its orgasmic twitching, she gently laid it down on the bed and went to a nearby cupboard for a towel. She smiled and praised his performance as she wiped the cum from her hands and his slowly softening member. “udging by that performance, you should be back on your feet in no time.”
Tossing the towel in a hamper she walked around the bed and examined the dressing over his wound. It was weeping blood, “This dressing will have to be changed. I’ll be back”
He was still laying on his side, cock exposed for all the world to see, for perhaps a minute waiting for the blond nurses return. When she came back, another nurse accompanied her pushing a cart with medical supplies. Chris lay with his back to the two women, his erection returning and throbbing mercilessly. The new nurse, a tall, beautiful black woman, walked round the bed and first staring into his eyes gazed fixedly at his naked staff. “That is quite a nice PA you have there soldier. Where did you have that done?”
“A studio in Amsterdam” he tried to sound as casual as possible. “Almost three years ago now I guess.”
“I’m sorry there is nothing I can do for that erection except cover it up. Hospital rules. Seems a shame though. That’s a nice, fat white cock!” as she covered his root with the hospital gown she noticed a splotch of white liquid on the floor the size of a silver dollar. “That looks an awful lot like cum to me. Well now we best not leave that for Madame Doctor to slip on, should we?” She went to a nearby sink and retrieved some paper towel as the other nurse changed the dressing, quickly removing the evidence from the floor.
Chris received a shot of some pain killer and a sedative and was efficiently reassembled and left on his stomach to rest. You have a flight booked to Germany this afternoon soldier; get some sleep in the meantime. instructed the blond nurse, as she adjusted the bed clothes.
As the two were headed out the door Chris heard the black nurse, “You care to explain the cum spot on the floor?”
“You mean you want me to explain where cum comes from?”
“You slut!” Laughed the other nurse as they left the room headed for the nurse’s station.
Chris feeling completely relaxed, could feel sleep wash over him as the drug began to take affect. Smiling, he slowly drifted off.