Night Shift with Nurse Carl Part 3 - A Going HAM Story

(To read Part 2, click here)

“F*GGOTS!!!!! F*CKING F*GGOTS!!!!!! HARRY PULL UP YOUR G*D D*MN PANTS!!!!” shouted a bewildered Carl.

“Ahhhh sh*t Joe raise up its Carl” said Harry.

“SCREW ME!!!!” Joe thought to himself. “What am I going to do??? If Maggie finds out she’ll tell the church and my life will be over. Ok ok ok what the heck Joe get a hold of yourself. You’re not gay. Harry raped you. Yeah. I was just checking in on him and he somehow overpowered you and forced himself in my mouth. Yeah that should be no-“

Just as Joe was about to finish his thought for damage control he felt a strong pair of hands on his shoulders. Before he knew it, Carl flung him across the room backwards. The toss was so strong that Joe’s upper front teeth caught a piece of Harry’s d*ck, leaving a one inch cut along his shaft.

“UGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH OO OO OO OO OO OO OHHHHHHH JESUS!!!!!” Harry drops to the floor in excruciating pain.

“Whoa” Carl thought to himself as he shook his head. Despite his cold objections to homosexuality, he didn’t think any man, including Harry, deserved the pain he was going through right now. His moment of compassion was interrupted by Joe’s high pitched explanation.

“RAAAAAAPE, RAAAAAPE. R-E-P-E…umm I mean R-A-P-E. He raped me in the mouth.”

Carl snaps out of sympathy mode and is looking at his supervisor dead on.

“Rape?”

Joe’s high pitch tone continues, “Yes Carl! That’s what you walked in on. I’m embarrassed to admit it but I don’t want you getting the wrong idea. I came in Harry’s…I came into Harry’s room and he snuck up from behind and overpowered me. That’s how it happened.” Joe thinks his explanation went well.  It was logical and believable in his head. The last thing on Carl’s mind is thinking he is gay he believed.

“Really Joe?” Carl spits out as sarcastically as he could.

Joe doesn’t answers. He’s starting to get nervous. He’s seen the look taking over Carl’s face now plenty of times. He knew Carl was about to transform. Joe’s thinking, “D*MN! He’s looking at me suspicious. This guy is getting that crazy look the staff has been whispering in fear about for as long as I worked here. I’m still standing here so all this bad a$$ tough guy nonsense must be an urban legend. Holy crap. Was the urban legend thing a racist thought? Nah I didn’t mean it like that it wasn’t like I was thinking the word nig-“

“JOE!?” Carl demanded his attention.

“Ummmm yes Carl?” Joe responds with a shaky, deeper tone.

“What’s with the condom?”

Joe thinks he’s in the clear. He has a wide smile on his face.

“WHAT’S SO F*CKING FUNNY MUTHAF*CKA!?!?!?” Carl is getting heated now.

Joe’s blinded confidence is growing. He’s thinking, “TALK. That’s all he’s doing is talking. Why did I let this jerk push me around all this time. The arrogant bastard thinks he can probably come to my house and have sex with my wife right in front of me without repercussion FROM MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.”

“Carl you need to calm down now. This isn’t a laughing matter.”

“Real spit, that’s the only thing you’ve said that made sense after I got Harry’s d*ck out of your mouth.”

“Now you wait a minute mister. I reluctant to say this, but I am the victim here. Whatever you got stirring in your head is probably clouded by some booze or some weed. I think you need to start respecting me and the title I hold.”

“You still haven’t explained the condom c*cksucka?”

“WHAT CONDOM!?!?!?”

“THE ONE ON YOUR D*CK YOU SILLY F*GGOT!!!!! DOWN THERE DUMMY!!!!! DON’T EVEN TRY TO BULLSH*T THAT AND THE FACT YOUR KHAKIS ARE AROUND YOUR ANKLES!!!!!!”

Joe looks down and sees the barely hanging condom on his d*ck. His tighty whiteys and khakis are down to his ankles. He thinks to himself, “Ahhhh fudge, I forgot about-“

Before Joe can look up, Carl sprints towards him and slaps the piss out of him.

SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!

Joe is stunned. He didn’t think Carl had it in him to raise his against him.

“You ol’ drunk off of c*m, fruity pants wearing, a$$hole tearing c*cksucking, d*ck breath having B*TCH! Ahhh what the f*ck is on my hand????”

After slapping Joe in his face, Carl’s right hand feels sticky. He looks at his hand and immediately identifies it as Harry’s nut. The awkward, disgusting sight on his hand is infuriating to him.

Joe shakes off the slap and backs up, putting some distance between him and Carl.

After wiping the remainder of Harry off his face, Joe is holding the left side of his face.

“CARL YOU HAVE CROSSED THE LINE!!!! THAT’S IT!!!!!! I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU AND YOUR MADNESS!!!! GET THE HELL OUT OF MYYYY-“

BACK SLAP! SMAAAAAAAAACK! KICK (To Joe’s groin)! STOMP-STOMP-STOMP-STOMP AND SPIT!

Carl’s rage takes over. He unleashes a flurry of combos that immediately sends Joe to the ground right beside an already crouching Harry. Harry is still in a lot of pain but he knows he’s getting off easy. He wasn’t Carl’s focus at all.

Joe is catching Carl’s wrath. The rumors, the myths and the legend were true. If he was able to think with Carl’s size 14s stomping all over his spine he be thinking this was not the end the Bible had foretold. However, Carl’s biblical beat down was the closest thing to Armageddon he would see in his lifetime.

“ARRRRRRRGGHHHHH…OWWWWWWWWWWW…..UGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH” Howled Joe. He is utterly defenseless.

“YOU HAVEN’T SEEN MY MADNESS YET A$$ BURGLAR!!!!”

Carl scoops Joe off the ground, tosses him up in the air and throws two mean punches at his neck and nose while he lands belly first on Harry. Joe’s right knee hits Harry’s d*ck as he hits the floor.

“Ahhhhhhh what the f*ck. Carl leave me out of this sh*t.”

“SHUT UP SLUT!!!!! YOUR A$$ SHOULD HAVE BEEN IN BED WITH YOUR SH*T TUCKED AWAY! INSTEAD YOU IN HERE GETTING THIS PIECE OF SH*T BLOW C*M BUBBLES LIKE YOU GOT THAT JUICY FRUIT JIZZ!!!! JUST BE LUCKY I AIN’T BREAK MY FOOT OFF IN YOUR A$$ OFF THE F*CKING PRINCIPLE MAN C*NT!!!!”

“HEY!!!!! WHAT’S GOING ON DOWN THERE!?!?!?!?”

“Perfect, we got company.” Carl thinks to himself. He hears one or two footsteps quickly making their way towards Harry’s room. He knows he has a little time before they walk in on them. He comes up with a quick idea.

“Alright you two listen up quick. My word is bond within these walls Joe. You may have a title but I run this b*tch. If I say you and Harry are some sword fighting skeet catchers than that’s what you are. Nobody could give a sh*t where Harry sticks his sh*t…but you Joe have a job, a wife and a church to lose. I dare you to f*ck with me.”

Joe knows he has no options. He reluctantly nods his head in agreement. “So what do you want from us?”

“You on board with me Harry?”

“Yeah Carl just get me some stitches ASAP.”

“Aight. Let me do my thing. Harry stay on the ground. Joe, get up, pull up your pants and wipe the crust off your cheek. I’ll do the rest. ”

Just as Carl gets the two of them situated, Ray and another nurse named Janice run in to see what the commotion was about.

Ray sees Harry on the ground, Joe jacked up and Carl standing giving him a quick stare. Without letting Janice catch him he gives Carl a nod followed by a brief head shake. He knew something big just went down. He didn’t want to know the truth. Ray already knew his part.

“Carl what’s going on?”

“Crazy a$$ Harry attacked Joe and tried to rape him.”

“The f*ck?!?!? You f*cking kidding me Carl???”

“Daaamn. This is only my first night. Didn’t think I would be seeing anything like this.” Says a stunned Janice.

“No bullsh*t ya’ll. Joe here must’ve put up one helluva fight. It looks like Harry got more than he bargained for. Looks like his pants zipper caught a piece of him.”

“That’s what really happened.” Joe added in. “Everything just happened really fast.”

All Ray could do was just rolled his eyes. He knew there was more to this incident but he learned a long time ago just to follow Carl’s lead.

“Aight c’mon Janice let’s take Harry here to get some stitches. You need any help Joe?”

“No I’m ok. Just a little banged up but I’m fine. Just get this sicko out of my sight.”

Ray and Janice take Harry out of the room. Carl and Joe remained behind for some unfinished words.

“This isn’t over Carl.”

“Yes it is if you know what’s good for you Joe. It’s too late to front as someone you’re not.”

“I’m threw with your sh*t. No more after tonight. You either know your place or you can find another place of employment.”

“I see your crusty face a$$ is still drunk off the c*m you were guzzling. I’ve never been and never will be your Toby cracka. Don’t get it twisted. I’m Nat Turner in this b*tch. Now get the f*ck out of here before I find something other than a hard d*ck to poke you with.”

Joe knew he had lost this battle and decides to leave it alone…for now. He limps back to his office, leaving Carl in Harry’s room alone to think.

“Something must be done…FAST!” He thinks to himself. “My shift is far from over. Joe needs to go.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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