Hunger Unleashed

Chapter 9: Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson ~ When suppressed desires explode… The manscaping!

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“Brad?” Jean gently shook Bradley awake. “You have to wake up, eat, take your medication and change your dressing. I brought you some juice.”

Bradley stretched and fully opened his eyes to look at Jean. He was in cargo shorts and a t-shirt with his dark hair damp from an obvious shower. The guy was not only good-looking, he had an air of naughty innocence which Bradley could bet was what drew women to him like moths to a flame. And that smile… Then he remembered what Jean had done the night before and scowled.

“I need to use the bathroom.” Bradley rasped, sitting up slowly.

“Allow me to help…”

“I’ll use the wheel…”

“Aw shut up and let me help.” Jean snapped as he wrapped an arm around Bradley’s waist and helped him off the bed and into the en-suite bathroom. “Call me when you’re done.” He instructed as he closed the bathroom door behind him.

He quickly made Bradley’s bed and left to pick up his medication from the medical wing. When Jean came back to Bradley’s room, he gasped at the sounds he heard coming from the bathroom. With an angry growl, he barged into the bathroom.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Jean bellowed.

“What does it look like?” Bradley’s voice was muffled under the spray of the water. He’d braced one hand against the tiled wall and was squeezing some lemon-scented liquid soap onto his head. “I’m taking a shower.”

“Are you nuts?” Jean growled as he stepped into the shower to wrap an arm under a not too steady Bradley. “If you fall, your stitches will reopen you fool.”

“Well, I haven’t fallen have I?” Bradley used a hand to rub the soap down the back of his neck, getting suds onto Jean in the process. “I wanted to take a shower.”

“Did you even think about your wound and the dressing?” Jean snapped.

“I thought you said you were going to change it.”

Jean snorted as he reached for a body sponge and began to bathe Bradley’s back. “Turn around.” He instructed when he was done with Bradley’s back. “And make sure you have a good grip on that rail. I wouldn’t want you slipping and cracking that silly skull of yours.”

Bradley did as was instructed and sighed with contentment as Jean gave him a thorough bathing. It felt heavenly. Afterward Jean helped Bradley back into the room and into bed, shaking his head at how soaked the dressing at his groin had become.

“Damn, I needed that.” Bradley breathed, lying on his back in all his naked glory. “Thanks.”

“Hmm…” Jean grunted with a scowl. “You’re an idiot. I need to go change. I’ll be right back.” He turned to go but paused in the doorway. “Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone.”

“What can I possibly do?” Bradley laughed.

“Have you met you?” With that retort, Jean left to go and change out of his wet clothes.

Jean came back looking dry in blue jeans and a black t-shirt that accentuated the great body beneath. He went directly into Bradley’s bathroom and came back with some shaving cream, a shaving stick, and a cup of water.

“What’s that for?” Bradley asked, his eyes following Jean. “I don’t have much growth on my face. I’ll take care of it later.”

“It’s not for your face,” Jean responded as he placed his supplies on the bed. “It’s for your pubes.”

“The fuck!” Bradley growled. “If you think I’m going to allow you anywhere near my junk with a razor…”

“Remember how painful it was when I had to take off the dressing yesterday?” Jean turned on the TV and flipped through the channels. “It’s going to be even worse today because stupid you had to go get it wet.” He left the TV on the exercise channel where three ladies were working out on a beach to SIA’s ‘Cheap Thrills’. “There’s nothing I can do about that. But I can spare you the agony tomorrow morning…and the days after, by giving you a manscaping.” He spread Bradley’s legs and sat between them.

Bradley groaned. He knew that Jean was right. But it was one thing being the man’s patient and totally another, allowing him to shave him. Surely that was too intimate.

“As for letting me close to your junk with a razor, I was even closer to more vital organs with more deadly gadgets but didn’t maim you so shut the fuck up.” Without any warning, he ripped off the plaster.

“Fuuuuck!” Bradley screamed. “Oh shit, shit… You did that on purpose.” His eyes flashed angrily.

“Sue me.” Jean retorted smugly as he began to apply some shaving cream to Bradley’s pubic hair. Then he went to work.

Bradley watched Jean work. As was expected, Jean kept moving his flaccid cock around to enable him shave off every bit of hair. He was very gentle but thorough in what he was doing which didn’t surprise Bradley at all. He’d come to see Jean as very focused when working on people. At least he was with him, Bradley couldn’t help but acknowledge. He closed his eyes and allowed the good doctor to do his work. Thankfully, Jean hadn’t nicked him even once. And his hands on him felt so soothing and nice. In fact, it felt so nice that Bradley began to feel delicious tingles inside his cock, which he tried to ignore. Unfortunately, his cock had a mind of its own. When the first moan burst out of Bradley’s throat, he didn’t even notice.

Jean paused when he heard Bradley’s moan. Before he could say anything, he felt the first twitch in Bradley’s penis. Jean stared as Bradley began to harden before his very eyes. He turned his head to briefly look at the three ladies on the screen, gyrating to ‘Cheap Thrills’, and then turned to look at Bradley’s face. Jean was surprised to see Bradley’s eyes closed. He’d thought the sexy ladies were the cause of his patient’s erection. But the guy wasn’t even watching. Under normal circumstances, he would probably have teased Bradley but the doctor in him kicked in. He saw it as a good sign. Most groin injuries resulted in the patient’s inability to have and maintain an erection. He was therefore more than happy to see signs of ‘life’ in Bradley.

Bradley threw an arm across his eyes and stifled the moan that threatened to erupt from his throat when he felt himself get hard. Shit! He was so mortified. What was Jean going to think? He thought… Never mind what he thought.

“I’m sorry about that,” Bradley muttered.

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” Jean said with a chuckle. “To be honest you’ve just laid a worry of mine to rest by sprouting this wood. Trust me. But damn, that’s some weapon you’ve got there.”

“Shut up, Jean,” Bradley growled.

“And you even have bull balls to match it too…” Jean chuckled, eyeing Bradley’s big balls. “Ever gotten them checked?”

“I’m in the military, dude.” Bradley snorted. “I get checked all the time. My balls are fine.”

“Good. I’m sorry but I have to…hold this in order to get the job done.” Jean couldn’t suppress his amusement and teasing tone as he held Bradley’s warm pulsing erection to one side to enable him shave the other side. “At least this shows that the cream I’m using is not causing any irritation.” Jean drawled, wanting to put Bradley’s mind at ease. He’d tensed up since he’d gotten that erection.