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A desperate football player with a career-ending broken leg, his shin locked in a long, sock-covered cast, returns again and again to an alternative medicine practitioner whose excruciating massages are making his injury worse. The pain that should make him scream instead hardens his twelve-inch cock, and that arousal has become more important than ever walking again.
The cast is a white tomb on his leg, heavy and hot. She lifts it onto her thigh, and her hands find the gap at his knee where flesh meets plaster. When she presses—deep, searching, merciless—his scream catches in his throat. Pain lances up his spine, white-hot and blinding. But beneath it, something else. A throb. A pulse. His cock stirs against his thigh, and he clenches his jaw, praying she doesn't notice. She doesn't stop pressing.
Marcus continues with this bad treatment throughout the weeks. At this point, he is not thinking about his football career anymore. While bad, his leg is healing, very slowly. The hospital replaces his cast with a short leg cast. However, when he realizes he might be better soon, he panics and wants to feel pain again, so he purposely redamgaes his leg severely (back to angled long leg cast)
Marcus lies on Elena's treatment table, his new angled long cast propped on pillows, tube sock covering his toes, already hard before she touches him. She doesn't start gentle — she finds the suture line where the surgeon closed him up, presses her thumb into the swollen tissue until he gasps. The pain is sharper now, surgical, layered over the old break, and his cock jumps against his thigh. She works her way up the cast, pressing at the edges where the plaster digs into his skin, finding every spot that makes him whimper. When she reaches the top of the cast, she pulls his shorts down without asking, and his 12-inch cock springs free, fully erect, a bead of pre-cum already glistening. She wraps her hand around him — not stroking, just holding — and presses her other palm flat against the most painful part of his shin. He comes undone, thrusting into her grip as she pushes into the break, the pleasure and pain twisted so tight he can't tell where one ends and the other begins.
Months past, his leg is not healing anymore, too much trauma. his leg is constantly in pain in his angled long leg cast and sock. he doesnt even go for checkups anymore. Elena is in charge of everything now. Even cast replacements, sometimes even purposely rebreaking to cast leg in a bad angle.