The Dilemma of Desire Part 2 - Cole's Pills

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Part 1 - http://kickedinthegroin.ning.com/group/bb-storytellers/forum/topics...

Cole stared at the glossy cover of the magazine in his lap, the page featuring a familiar woman in a seductive pose. His fingers hovered over the paper, the bold print of her name catching his eye, but he quickly closed the magazine. The sight of her, all confidence and allure, hit him in an unexpected way. Even after all this time, the aftermath of what happened still lingered, making his stomach churn, as he remembered the painful incident with Vicky that led to him coming here now. With a soft exhale, he put the magazine aside and stared at the sterile white walls of the waiting room. It had been a long journey since that day with Vicky —longer than he'd ever imagined. And now here he was, in this clinic, trying to figure out what he could salvage of his masculinity.

A soft voice interrupted his thoughts. "Cole, right?" A young woman appeared in front of him, smiling brightly. She was clearly confident, and something about her presence made him immediately feel self-conscious. He hadn’t expected someone so chipper for a testosterone clinic.

"Uh, yeah, that's me," he muttered, standing up slowly, his hand automatically adjusting his shirt as he tried to appear less awkward.

"Great, great! I’m Carla. I’ll be assisting you today with your testosterone shot," she said, her voice bubbling with energy. "But don’t worry, we’ll make it as painless as possible." She winked playfully, and Cole was momentarily thrown off by her easy confidence. She was far too energetic for this environment, making him feel even more out of place.

She led him to the back room where he was supposed to receive his injection. As they walked, Carla continued to chat away, unaware of how uncomfortable her presence made Cole. Her low-cut top—which she adjusted absentmindedly—didn't help either. His eyes unintentionally flickered downward, but he quickly forced them back to her face, feeling his cheeks redden.

"I’ve been having the worst cramps today," she lamented as they entered the room. "I swear, my ovaries are rebelling against me. It feels like they're about to burst!". She let out an exaggerated sigh, as though to emphasize how painful it was. Cole felt awkward just hearing about it, as an unexpected rush of self-consciousness caught him by surprise. He felt smaller somehow, as he avoided her gaze, darting his eyes quickly to avoid taking another glance at her cleavage to look at himself between the legs. Her mention of her womanhood and the inherent naturalness of what she was going through only made him feel his own situation more acutely. He could almost feel his masculinity slipping away in that moment - the loss of his testicle, his struggles with low testosterone - it all felt so much more pronounced all of a sudden.

As Carla complained about her painful ovaries, Cole couldn’t help but feel a sharp sting. She spoke so casually about her body’s natural rhythms, something he’d never experience again ever since Vicky's kick left him minus one very important part of his anatomy.

Vicky had long since moved on, her life untouched by the incident, while Cole was left grappling with his hormones and the lingering effects of her emasculation. Carla’s ease with her own body was something he could never have. Her openly embracing her body's natural functions while he was here to be treated by her for a loss that directly impacted his masculinity. Her cramps, a natural part of her womanhood, a reminder of what he no longer had.

Carla’s ease with her femininity only highlighted his insecurities. He awkwardly glanced at her cleavage again, and smelled her perfume, but all he felt was the absence of a reaction that used to come so easily to him - no spark of arousal, or the familiar flicker of desire. Just the uncomfortable absence of desire, an awkward reminder of his deficiency, as if his body could not give him what his mind still longed for.

Carla, oblivious to his inner turmoil, chatted away while preparing the necessary materials. "Don’t worry," she said, flashing him another smile, "the shot itself isn’t too bad. You’ll feel it for a bit, but nothing like the stuff I’ve been dealing with today." She paused, then glanced at his file, noticing the reason for his visit. "Ah... If you don’t mind me asking, what happened?"

Cole froze. The question felt too personal, as if she would see the faint scars of his life, the events that had led him to this point. His first instinct was to dodge it, to avoid revisiting Vicky, the pain, and what he had lost because of her.

But Carla was persistent. "Not a sports injury, right?", she teased, her lips curling into a sly smile. "An angry girl, maybe... aiming for something delicate?". She shot him a teasing look, not knowing how close to the mark she was.

Cole winced slightly but couldn’t bring himself to lie. The more he tried to avoid the subject, the more he realized it wasn’t going to go away. "It... uh, it was.. a girl, yes," he muttered, his voice barely audible.

Carla raised an eyebrow, her interest piqued. She chuckled, not realizing how close to the truth she was, her tone light and carefree. "She didn't just shout at you, did she?"

Cole, feeling trapped, finally sighed. "Yeah," he said quietly. "She... kicked me. Right in the... well, you know."

Carla tilted her head, waiting for him to elaborate. When he didn’t, she pressed a little further. "Ouch. Right in the nuts, huh?" she said with a playful grin. "Uh.. yeah. We were just arguing, and next thing I know, her leg shot up and she just... kicked me, outta nowhere. It happened so fast, I didn't even see or register it until the pain hit.."

"Well, given how sensitive they are.. It wouldn’t surprise me if that kick messed with your testosterone levels."

A sudden ache tugged at him between his legs, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his hand instinctively moving to the spot. She noticed his motion, as her eyes narrowed slightly with curiosity. "You okay?", she asked with a softer tone now. "You seemed to flinch there for a second. Still feel it sometimes?" She couldn’t help but ask, her voice laced with both understanding and a bit of playful intrigue. He smiled curtly, nodding, as he said "It was really, really painful". She raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at her lips as she carried on, still preparing the shot. "She really kicked you that hard, huh? I'm guessing your little guys still aren't feeling too great, are they?"

Cole, unable to look her in the eye, shifted uncomfortably before shaking his head reluctantly. "...and well, it's clear they might never be quite the same again", she said, as she gestured at the needle.

"The nurse, she uh after checking.. she looked things over and.. turns out, well, the kick ruptured one of them. She sent me to the hospital as quickly as possible...", he mumbled, as he tried to keep it casual, trying to act like it was no big deal. She paused everything she was doing when she heard this, her gaze meeting his with a soft expression. She immediately stopped what she was doing when she heard this, to look up at him with an understanding expression, her nod silently confirming that she knew exactly what had happened to him next.

"So... yeah, uh... I wound up losing one of them, actually" He scratched his ear nervously, his face flushed with discomfort as the memory lingered, feeling awkward about mentioning her.

Carla blinked, her eyes softening with a hint of sympathy before a teasing smile crept onto her face."Well, at least your, uh, penis is still working, right?" she said with a wink, trying to make him feel a little better. "I'm assuming the reason you're here is because there is a lady waiting for you.", she teased, light and acknowledging, as her grin faltered, noticing that his gaze had lingered a little too long at her top, which she immediately adjusted.

He quickly snapped his eyes back up to her face, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. The way she talked about it so casually, without any sense of shame or judgment, made him feel a little better. She wasn’t mocking him. In fact, she was almost... comforting in her own way.

Flashing a mischievous smile, she continued, "Well, well," she teased, with a playful tilt of her head "looks like you're still very much a man—even if you're a little uneven downstairs." She gave him a wink, the slight shift in her posture making it clear she was aware of his wandering gaze.

Cole's face turned crimson, and he immediately scrambled to look at anything but her. But the way she was smiling—not mocking, but with that warm, playful charm—somehow made him feel like he wasn’t the punchline of some joke. Instead, it felt like... well, like maybe she was on his side.

She continued to work, preparing the injection. "But seriously, it’s not your fault. Testicles are so sensitive. It’s like the softest part of a man. They can’t take hits like that. Well, hell, even a gentle touch can be too much sometimes. It’s not about strength, darling, just the way nature’s designed us."

But Carla’s warm, teasing grin put him at ease. Cole gave a nervous laugh, running a hand through his hair. "I mean, that’s a good thing, right?"

"Very good," she said with a wink. "Means you’re still in the game, my friend."

Cole, flustered and a bit lost in the moment, smiled awkwardly. "I, uh... yeah. I guess so."

Carla finished preparing the shot and gestured for him to roll up his sleeve. "Alright, mister. You’re all set. Let’s get this over with and get you feeling like a new man, yeah?" Her voice was bright, as though everything would magically reset after the shot, and he could go back to being who he was before.

As she finished, she patted his shoulder lightly, still cheerful. "You’re doing great, Cole. This will help balance everything out. And remember, just because that kick affected you in this way doesn’t mean you’re not a man.. Those things are naturally fragile, no shame in that!"

Cole gave a small, grateful smile, feeling a little lighter than he had when he walked in. "Thanks, Carla," he said, his voice softer now.

"Anytime!" she said with a bright grin. "But seriously, don’t go making any more women like that your enemies, alright? Another kick like that, and you could kiss your ‘man card’ goodbye—no getting a new one after that."

Cole chuckled, shaking his head. "I’ll do my best."

As he stood up, he felt a little more like himself.

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