When I woke I lacked all will to move. My body had stiffened while I slept, the day after I visited the Doctor was always the worst. It would take days for the tension to leave my muscles and I wasn't ready for the long recovery.

I laid still in the bed, surrounded by nothing but darkness. The cloth bandage still covered my eyes and itched fiercely now that I could feel my face. But that was not all that I could feel.

Between the heat of Oskar's bare skin pressing into my back and the euphoric tingling side effect of the pink liquid I felt raw. My body was sensitive to every breath Oskar took. The slight movement of his hand grazing my stomach sent a wave of heat through me.

An unfamiliar tightness in my underwear caught me off guard. I couldn't recall the last time that had happened, but I was sure it was prior to my captivity. My stomach clenched as my chest began to ache. There was no way I'd be able to hide it, especially since I couldn't see. A horde of scientists could already be standing outside my room analyzing my response and I wouldn't even know it.

"How long have you been awake?" Oskar asked as he shifted in the bed.

My heart stopped. There was no way he wouldn't notice my erection. Fuck. Would he think it was because of him? The ache in my chest compounded and I struggled to suck in air.

Oskar's hand slid up to the middle of my chest and he squeezed me tightly. "Just breathe. Everything is going to be alright."

I trembled from his touch. My skin was on fire. It felt like it had never been touched before and it was desperate for more. My stomach sickened, disgusted by my body's responses. I let out a foreign groan that was a mix between a cry and a moan. Water built in my eyes. There was no escape from the shame.

Tears fell down my face. I wanted to fight, to pull out of his embrace and push him from the bed, but I didn't. My will to fight was gone. It fled along with my strength and my pride.

Twisting in Oskar's grip I turned to face him. I couldn't see the look on his face nor his piercing green eyes, but my hand found the side of his neck. My erection pressed into him as I pulled him closer.

Much to my surprise Oskar gave no resistance. My hand traced his jaw until my thumb found his lips. All manner of reason had left me. I didn't think about what I was doing. I was just tired of the endless suffering and of the crippling loneliness. My body just wanted to feel good, to feel something besides agonizing pain.

My lips found Oskar's. It was a sloppy kiss, but it sent a shiver down my spine. His lips were warm and soft. I didn't care that he tasted like old bread because he felt good. A wave of desire flowed through me, making me even more desperate for his warming touch.

"This can't happen," Oskar said as he pulled away from me. My hand managed to grab hold of his arm.

"Please, I just want to feel something that's not pain," I pleaded. Tears dripped from my chin and Oskar sighed.

"Roll over and try to be quiet."

Oskar turned me away from him, but then pulled me close. His chest pressed firmly into my back as he pulled down my underwear. I gasped as my cock sprang free. The moan that escaped my lips when Oskar grabbed hold of my cock was impossible to muffle. His firm grip made my toes curl.

"I said to be quiet," Oskar complained as his arm weaved under my head. His hand covered my mouth, forcing my head to press into him. My moan was suppressed.

Excitement overwhelmed me as Oskar stroked my cock. My breath quickened and my heart raced. I moaned uncontrollably as I gave in to the pleasure. Oskar's grip tightened in response. The pure ecstasy of his touch lasted only a few minutes before I found release. All of the tension fled from my body as I ejaculated onto the bed.

I let out a feint giggle. My body had never felt so relaxed before. Oskar rolled me onto my back and his lips found mine unexpectedly.

"This never happened. Understood?" Oskar said as he pulled away from me. My head felt dizzy but I knew he wanted a response.

"Understood," I replied.

Oskar slid out of the bed. I heard some unfamiliar sounds that I assumed were from him putting his clothes back on.

"Now let's get you cleaned up," he said.

His hands grabbed on to me as they had so many times before. This time I didn't struggle. I let him pull me from the bed, knowing my bare feet were about to touch the cold surface of the floor.

A gown was pulled on over my head and Oskar had a firm grip on my arm before the door to my room opened. I couldn't see anything with the bandages on my eyes, but I had walked those halls many times.

Oskar pulled me along as he had so many times before. He was completely unaffected by what he had just done and it didn't bother me one bit. In fact I preferred our more familiar interactions. It would do me no good to get attached to him. He wouldn't be around much longer.