Wednesday, October 10, 2018

Mr. Yuk gets a treatment he'll never forget...

Let's see where my warped imagination takes me...  This story is pure fictional nonsense, pulled straight from the bowels of my mind.  It took about an hour to write this and it probably shows.

It was an unseasonably cool, fall afternoon at San Francisco Memorial Hospital.  The year was 1982.  Dr. John McIntyre, otherwise known as Trapper, was looking dashing in his surgical scrubs, having just removed Clayton Farlow's appendix.  He was feeling pumped up, because he'd just told Farlow to go to bed and stay there.  It gave Trapper a rush to tell people what to do, especially guys who were taller and more famous than he was.

Farlow was lying in bed, groaning because the incision where his appendix had been removed was a little itchy.  But because Trapper was both authoritarian and a little kinky, he'd had Farlow's wrists tied to the bedrails.  It was only because Farlow was just coming out of the anesthesia and might try to monkey with the tubes and such.

"Don't worry, Kid," Trapper had told him as he tenderly adjusted Farlow's oxygen mask, "we'll untie your wrists when you have your wits more about you.  I'll be back later."

Farlow grimaced as he watched his sexy doctor prance away.  Farlow wasn't into men sexually, but he'd been in show business longer than Trapper had and learned to appreciate the beauty in everything and everyone.  Besides, whatever drugs Trapper had given him were wonderful, even if his incision was a little itchy.

For all of his fame on Broadway and primetime television, Farlow had not managed to score a private room.  Lying in the bed next to his was a guy popularly known as Mr. Yuk.  His name was actually Brett, though, and he was quite the whiny brat.  Farlow cast a disapproving look at the young man-- all of seventeen years old-- lying in his hospital bed looking really disgruntled and bored.  He looked like this...



Farlow wanted to ask Brett why he was so yucky.  The boy had a constant scowl on his face, like he smelled something disgusting or had just walked in on his parents having sex.  But the oxygen mask prevented Farlow from saying anything intelligible and he was embarrassed about his wrists being restrained.  So Farlow remained curious while Brett clicked the remote control on the boxy TV, trying to find something interesting to watch.  He finally stopped on a channel featuring a certain female collie named Lassie.

"Yeah..." Brett snarled.  "This is more like it.  I like watching bitches on TV."


Good entertainment for the sick...

Farlow rolled his eyes as he recognized familiar faces...  There was Mickey Rooney, Pernell Roberts, who looked a whole lot like Trapper, James Stewart, Alice Faye, and music by his old friends, Pat Boone and daughter, Debby.  Good old fashioned, wholesome, kid friendly entertainment!  It was just what the doctor ordered!

"I really could use a beer." Brett snarled to himself.  "Fuck being stuck in the hospital.  This place sucks!"

Just then, a pretty nurse named Kelli came into the room.  She was all smiles and had a figure that could stop traffic!  Her hair was as big as her smile was, and Brett could see that her starched white nurse's uniform was just a little shorter than it should have been.  Casting his eyes downward, he could see the nurse's adorable knees covered by her white tights.  He looked at her shoes.  They were sensible nurse's shoes, showing that the woman was just as intelligent as she was sexy.

"Hello Mr. Farlow." Kelli chirped as she checked his vital signs.  She moved like a dancer, her catlike grace surprisingly apparent as she moved about the tight quarters, cleverly keeping her sweet ass away from Brett's reach.  "You're looking much better today." she said, checking his temperature. "Your fever is almost gone!  Trapper will be happy to hear this!  Yea!"

Farlow looked hopefully at his wrists, but the nurse didn't seem to notice his distress.  Instead, she adjusted the oxygen mask one last time and turned her attention to Mr. Yuk, aka Brett the brat.

"How are we feeling?" Nurse Kelli asked as she recorded Brett's blood pressure.

"This place sucks.  I have so many calendars I need to update.  I need to get back to school.  I'm missing so many keggers it's not funny." Brett whined.  "I'm being held against my will."

"I'm sure you'll be out of here before you know it." the nurse said.  "You know, once you're eighteen, you can check yourself out whenever you want.  For now, we have to wait for the doctor and your parents to say it's okay."

Kelli turned away from Brett, who then took the opportunity to pinch her ass.

"Ouch!" Kelli yelped.  "I see why they call you Mr. Yuk now!" she scolded as Brett's face turned into that familiar scowl.  "You really are a naughty boy.  We'll have to see what we can do about that."

"Stop trying to impugn my character." Brett snapped.

"I'll be back later." Kelli promised.  "Enjoy the movie."

With a heavy sigh, Brett turned his attention back to Lassie and her young master, on the run from Pernell Roberts' evil character, Jameson.  He was about to start singing along with Pat Boone when Trapper barged into the room.  He started checking Farlow and then untied the man's wrists.

"You seem 'with it' now." Trapper said as he patted his patient on the head, patronizingly.

Farlow eagerly reached up and pulled the mask off his face.  "Can we get rid of this damned thing too?  It feels like a gag." he complained.

Trapper frowned a bit, looked concerned, and said, "Well, not so fast... let's not rush things...  You're going to be in here for a week.  What's your hurry?"

He glanced up at the television and saw Pernell Roberts chasing Lassie, calling her Heatherbelle.  "Man, I hope that guy gets his dog back." Trapper said under his breath.

Trapper moved over to Brett, who was looking really disagreeable.  "Fuck this place." Brett muttered.  "I just want a motherfuckin' beer."

"Now now, young man..." Trapper said.  "Take it easy.  You're in a hospital.  Time to rest.  Let Kelli take care of you."

"Tell her to bring me a beer... and pizza.  This hospital food sucks." Brett said with a scowl.

"Young man, your attitude could use some adjusting.  Perhaps it's time I prescribed a treatment to help you with your problem." Trapper suggested.

"Fuck that, and fuck you.  I need to get out of here and on with my life.  I have social ladders to climb and women to plumb." Brett hissed.

"You really don't get it, do you?" Trapper asked incredulously.  "You don't realize you've entered another dimension."

"The only other dimension I want to enter is a beer and nurse Kelli's vagina." Brett snapped.

"I see..." Trapper said, his voice steady.  "Well that makes me think you really do need treatment for your problem.  I may have to introduce you to another doctor... a woman who really knows your mind."

"I don't need that.  I just want to party." Brett said.  "Why is that so hard to understand?  And why do I have to stay in this Godforsaken place?  My home is on the East Coast, with all the other snot nosed brats."

"I see.  Well, I think it would do you some good to talk to Dr. Ford." Trapper said.  "She's a maverick in her field, but I think she can straighten you out... maybe get that yucky look off your face."

"I don't want to talk to her." Brett sniveled.

"Okay... well then maybe Nurse Kelli can give you an enema to help kill the bug up your ass." Trapper suggested.  "You seem a bit constipated."

"Hmmmph." Brett huffed, sullenly turning his eyes back to the TV.

Farlow was watching this scene with interest, although he really needed to pee.  He somehow found the energy to ask Trapper for help going to the bathroom.

"Sure pal." Trapper said.  "Usually, I'd let the nurses handle this, but I can see you're a man's man."  The bearded, distinguished doctor came over and helped Farlow out of bed.  He was grateful Nurse Kelli had already removed the man's catheter.  They went into the bathroom and Farlow let out a long and very loud stream of piss that reverberated throughout the semi-private room.

"For God's sake!" Brett complained.  "Do you have to be so loud?  You sound like a horse peeing on a rock!"

"Sorry... I really had to pee." Farlow apologized.

"Well do you have to be so fucking loud?" Brett scowled.  "No fucking class!"

Farlow gave Trapper a grateful look as he rolled his eyes.

"That kid is such a brat." Trapper said sympathetically.  "Sorry you have to share quarters with him."

"No worries... I once shared a house with six brothers." Farlow said.  "And they were all horny because they were looking for wives."

"I think that's Brett's problem, too.  He's a spoiled, horny, little bastard." Trapper said.  "And he's also a drunk.  He needs a good spanking to teach him some manners.  I'm tempted to let Nurse Kelli practice some procedures on him, but he'd probably enjoy that too much."

"I've never seen anyone scowl so much." Farlow admitted as he washed his hands.  "He really is very unpleasant indeed."

"Nurse Kelli will fix him... with help from Dr. Ford." Trapper promised as he walked his patient back to bed.

Farlow was safely tucked into bed, where he nodded off.  He was right in the middle of a pleasant dream in which he was at Southfork Ranch, making mad passionate love with Miss Ellie, when he was awakened by a blood curdling scream.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" Brett was screaming.  He had climbed out of bed and was cornered by a couple of beefy orderlies who were holding a straitjacket.

"Now, now, Mr. Yuk..." one of the orderlies soothed.  Farlow blinked his eyes and realized the head orderly was a very muscular woman.  She was flanked by two huge guys who looked like they could be linebackers for the Dallas Cowboys.  Behind her was Nurse Kelli with a syringe at the ready.  A cameraman stood in the corner, filming everything.  It looked just like a dramatic scene on Trapper John, M.D.

"Get away from me!  I haven't given you CONSENT!" Brett fumed.

The head orderly advanced at her patient, and with one swift move, pinned him to the bed.  He shrieked in fear as another orderly placed his hand over the young man's mouth and the other orderly efficiently wrapped him up in the straitjacket.  Nurse Kelli then gave him an injection that rendered him more compliant.

"Wha..." Brett stammered. "What are..."

"Shhh..." Nurse Kelli said, her Pepsodent smile radiating across her pretty features.  "It's just part of your treatment.  Dr. Ford will be with you in a moment.  Just got to wait for you to relax a bit.  That way it won't hurt as much."

The orderlies tucked their patient into bed, put up the siderails, and left the room while Nurse Kelli stood by, monitoring the young man with the Mr. Yuk scowl.

"This would go so much better if you'd just cooperate." Nurse Kelli said.  "Take your medicine like a good boy."

"Fucking bitch!" the young man shrieked.  "I'll get you for this."

"Right... I'm sure you will.  Just relax.  Dr. Ford will see you at her convenience." Nurse Kelli said.  "If you're lucky, she won't make you wait for what's coming to you."

Brett scowled again as he glared at the nurse.  Her chirpy demeanor and perfect smile were pissing him off even more as he struggled against the rough canvas of the straitjacket.  Farlow glanced over at the spectacle, suddenly glad his own medical bondage scene had been short lived.

A minute later, the door opened and there stood a middle aged blonde woman in a very stylish business suit.  She wore glasses and sensible heels as she strode over to her unruly patient.

"Hello Dr. Ford." Nurse Kelli said, her voice rich with admiration.

"Nurse..." the doctor said.  "So this is the patient.  He's permanently scowling, isn't he?  Needs a little help with his attitude..."

"Yes, I think so.  I've heard you can do amazing things with the mind." Nurse Kelli gushed.  "I would love to study under you..."

Brett and Farlow both looked at the attractive psychologist and thought the same thing.  But Farlow was smart enough to keep his mouth shut and Brett was too busy scowling to make his feelings known.

"You know..." Dr. Ford said.  "I don't think I'm going to be able to reach him with just simple conversation.  I think it's time we forced him to watch something other than Lassie."  She nodded at the television.  "Change the channel... Lifetime should do it.  A nice long marathon of movies about women who have been sexually harassed and date raped ought to be a good start."

Nurse Kelli's eyes widened.  "Do I get to stay in the room and supervise him?" she breathed.

"I'm not opposed to it." Dr. Ford shrugged.  "That's just the beginning... we'll start with Lifetime TV, then move on to Dr. Phil.  Then a steady diet of Kathie Lee Gifford..."

"What?!" Brett shouted.  "I've never even heard of these things!"

"Lucky for you, I'm from the future." Dr. Ford said.  "You're going to get a headstart on the 1990s and the 2000s.  Then I'll go back to the future."

"Why?" Brett asked plaintively.

"Because big things are in store for you... and if you don't get straightened out now, you will fuck up a lot of lives." Dr. Ford said, smoothing her blonde hair.

"I don't have time for this." Brett sneered.

"We'll see that you make time.  And if you're difficult about it, I can think of some very fun ways to make you comply." Dr. Ford said.  "Don't try me, young man."

Brett sighed heavily.  "Yes Ma'am...  Let the re-education begin."

"I'm sure you'll be good and ready for the future after a few Lifetime movies.  Every man should watch them so they can learn proper respect." Dr. Ford said.


END

2 comments:

  1. I like it, an instant story! Write more.

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    1. Thanks. It was fun to write. Maybe next time, I’ll be kinkier.

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