The Sprain Gun - Nerd Edition!!

Max is a 1^st grade nerd, living most of his life nestled behind a computer screen. His day job involves being a freelance web site developer, mostly working on coding websites and he works freelance from his apartment. 

 

During the down time, he frequents all the latest and greatest new release games that come out, and his social skills rate at about 1 out of 10!!

 

He has a deep secret though, and it involves what makes him sexually aroused – he has a sprain fetish. The sight of a gorgeous woman wielding a pair of crutches with her ankle held up behind her is his kryptonite. 

 

Albeit, the closest he gets to this is via his online internet skills, being a part of community boards that relate to his needs, and the occasional scouring of Facebook and Instagram images to get his fix. 

 

Needless to say, he isn’t exactly picking up the women!! A night out for max usually involves a take away pizza from his local pizzeria, before quickly returning home! His morning outings take him to the local café, where he gets is morning fix of caffeine and blue berry muffin. 

 

Not an ugly guy, but social awkward means making friends usually involves a headset and a chat room with fellow online gamers. 

 

Is lazy Sunday night and Max is online gaming, when he decides to take a moment out and jump on some forums. What he didn’t know is this decision will change his life for ever. 

As he peruses his favourite boards he stumbles across a random story about a mythical “sprain gun” he read’s the captions which is almost like a testimonial. 

 

Intrigued, he starts to google, Dr Sprain, Sprain Gun – Can this be true?

 

A few moments in and some advanced searching techniques, he stumbles across a landing page for a “Dr Sprain “. Not listed and hidden, only the advanced tech nerd could find it. 

 

He opens the page under a secure web browser to ensure he isn’t about to download and infect his computer. What he finds is a simple text and a button, “Enquire Within”.

 

He decides to give it a crack, and fills in the details, but is sure to use an alias name and email address to protect his identity in case it is a scam. No sooner he hits the submit button and his email dings!!

 

Surely not he thinks to himself. As he curiously opens up his email. Surely this Is an automatic reply he thinks to himself. The email is simple and asks one question, where would you like the item posted to?

 

He decides, “what the hell” lets give it a go. He puts his mailing address in which is a Post mailling box, as he lives in an apartment and didn’t want a parcel left anywhere. He hits send and then goes to get back into his gaming, when almost instantly there is a reply email. 

 

He opens it up and it says, “Your parcel is on its way. Click here to download the instructions for use”

 

Max stares at the screen for a few moments in awe………..

The he clicks on the instruction link, it navigates him to a secure website, where he needs to complete his details to download the instructions. Which he does, and instantly a PDF starts to download to his PC. He clicks on the PDF and it opens. Its professionally done, with graphics, table of contents and its almost 100 pages of details on how to use the “sprain Gun”. Glued to the screen he studies the document from start to finish and back to the start. 

 

“huh”, he exclaims. 

 

Not quite sure what to do, he reaches for his bottle of water and takes a mouthful before his eyes return to the screen. 

 

“huh”

 

“I Guess I wait now!”

 

He switches over to his online game and dons his headset ready for the next round. 

 

Fast forward to Tuesday Morning………….

 

Max does his usual rounds to the café for his morning coffee, Bree who works behind the counter is a little cutie, and he always stumbles his words and feels like he seems like the biggest retard when he talks to her and usually ends with an awkward “thanks for your coffee, I mean the coffee from the shop, I mean the great coffee from that place, I mean…. Thanks” and then he nervously moves to the side and waits for his coffee to be made. 

 

He make’s his way back to his apartment which is only one block away, and as he enters the foyer, he checks his mail box. Inside is a slip “Please collect your mail”. For a moment he thinks “what have I ordered” and then it hits him like a freight train. “could it be” 

Like a trained athlete he exits the building and power walks to the post office and takes his spot in the queue. When he gets to the counter, he hands over the slip, and then nice lady, heads out back to retrieve the parcel. 

 

“here you go sir” she says, max is in a daze, trying to grasp his thoughts. “sir, your parcel”

“Oooh sorry, yes thank you, my parcel”

 

As awkward as that sounds is exactly how the post office lady felt. 

“have a good day Sir” she exclaims, as max turns and scurries out of the post office and makes record time to his unit. 

 

Once there, he literally can’t wait to open the box. He starts to unpackage and as the instruction manual reads, all the items are there, he puts it together as described and loads the battery in and hits the “on” button. Exactly as the instructions described the lights brighten on the side, and the 3 numbers illuminate. An LCD screen on the rear, indicates the remaining “ammo”

 

“huh….” He exclaims with this absolutely shocked look on his face. 

 

 Not really sure what comes next, he takes a seat on his computer chair and slowly rotates around as he holds the “sprain gun” in one hand, and his mind runs circles inside his head. 

 

Sceptical, he thinks, “Umm now what!”

 

He picks up his coffee cup and finishes off the last sip, when it dawns on him. “Bree”

Like a season NBA player, he picks up his coffee cup and throws it towards the bin, where it lands cleanly into the bottom. 

 

He stands up and makes his way to the door, “sprain gun small enough to fit easily in his pocket” he storms towards the elevator. As he makes his way to the local coffee shop he enters, the door and heads to the counter. 

 

“Hi max, you back for the usual?” Max instantly falls into awkward social interaction mode.. “Umm, just a coffee please, I mean, just the usual please.” Bree looks up and smiles, “no problem Max” she responds. After a few moments, he does something for the first time in his life, “Bree, I’ll take a seat and have this one here” 

 

Bree smiles from behind the counter, as max turns to take a seat. He decides that a seat in the back corner of the shop is best for him, secluded and quiet and out of sight of most people. 

 

He sits down and takes the “sprain gun in his right hand” resemble more of a very small imitation pistol its easily hidden from sight. He looks down at it and hits the on button again, a few seconds pass and the lights illuminate. He presses the number one which turns red. Then slides a small switch to the “R” position.

“Here you go, Max” Bree says from the other side of the table as she places his coffee down. Max, clambers in nervousness, and then pops his head up. “thanks” As Bree turns and starts to walk away, Max raises the pistol in his lap keeping it low and hidden and points it towards Bree, as per the instructions the accuracy of the aim isn’t important as they self-guide to the desired location. He presses the button, and at the same time blinks his eyes, wondering if there would be a noise. A sound no louder than a small puff of air, that goes past your ear is exhaled from the sprain gun. 

 

Bree swipes at her back as if she had a mosquito bitting her and continues her path to the front counter. Minutes pass and the tables around max start to fill up. Feeling more and more uncomfortable with the close proximity of the other tables he starts to take large sips of his coffee. His photographic memory peruses the PDF that he read several times. He waits for a moment, to test the Gun out. Bree rounds the corner and heads to the table next to him to take their order. He finds himself gazing at her as she stands there, writing her notes down. His eyes gaze down her slim but fit legs to small feet, maybe size 6, covered in her black waitressing shoes and white socks. He looks down to his hand and presses the number 1 on the Sprain Gun. Nothing happens……

 

Bree finishes taking the order and collects the menus from the customers and turns to step off, first on her left then her right as her right foot goes down her ankle gives out, she stumbles… “Oh sugar” she exhales, as she grabs a table for support. 

 

The customers at the table, get up to go to her assistance. “are you ok” the concerned patron asks. Bree stabilises her balance and sits her right foot on the ground. “yeah I think so I just rolled my ankle. Clumsy is my middle name, haha” she has a little laugh with the lady that came to her aid. Bree stands tall and moves her ankle around a little, tender but easily manageable she walks off with a bit of a limp. 

 

Max sits and stares in awe as the series of events just unfolded in front of him. The closest he has ever been to a woman spraining her ankle is watching a volleyball game on television. 

 

He sips his coffee, and watches as Bree continues around the shop. He notices she has a slight limp but it doesn’t seem to slow her down. Max finishes the last sip of his coffee and gets himself up. Once standing he notices he has been quite aroused by the experience and gets himself a little flustered. As he makes haste to the front door, feeling embarrassed someone might see his arousal, Bree catches him leave and says, “See tomorrow Max” he turns and smiles and gives a little nervous wave as he exits the door. He leaves the shop and makes his way to his apartment, through the lobby and into the elevator, down the corridor and into his apartment. 

 

Once in his safe place he takes a seat at his desk and puts the sprain gun on the desk and leans back. For a moment he thinks, and then realises his thinking is getting him very aroused. 

 

The minutes turn to hours and Max is stuck in a daze, absolutely shocked and amazed by it all. 

 

He realises that the day is gone and he hasn’t done a single piece of work. As his thoughts shift from the morning experience to the days tasks, he transitions into full work mode. Before long its dark and the night is set in. 

 

That night he ponders his thoughts about it all, and drifts off to sleep. 

 

The next day he awakens to his alarm. He gets himself up and dressed and heads to the café for his morning coffee. As he enters, he notices that Bree isn’t behind the counter. Alex smiles at him. “hi max, just the usual today?” she asks.

“Ummm, yeah just the coffee, the usual thanks” Realising that Bree isn’t there today, he builds up the courage to ask. “umm, Bree, where is she? I mean she isn’t here today?”

Alex looks up, “No she isn’t, she took a sick day she twisted her ankle a little yesterday and wanted a day to rest up” Alex explains. 

 

“oh, I mean Oh that’s no good..” Max fumbles his words. 

 

He moves to the side and waits for his coffee in the takeaway as normal in the morning. 

“Max”

“coffee for Max”

 

Max stares into vast world outside the windows of the shop. “Max, max” he snaps out of it as Alex taps his shoulder. “here you go” max smiles and says thank you, before leaving the shop. On the walk home he can’t help but think how Bree is, how is her ankle is it swollen, is it bruised, does she have it bandaged? Will he get to see her tomorrow? So many thoughts and so many unanswered questions. 

 

As he rears the front door of his apartment, he enters into the foyer and goes to check his mail. This lady is there who he has seen before but doesn’t know her name. She is probably late 30, attractive woman, wears a wedding ring on her finger. Max walks up to his mail box in the foyer and puts his key in and turns it. He opens it and its empty so he closes it and heads to the elevator. The lady waits as well and he usually likes to ride the elevator alone, but the one he stands in front of opens first. “ding” He heads in not realising the lady is right behind him and presses the number 10 for his level, she enters and turns to the buttons. “oh same level that’s easy” with a little smile. Max smiles and stands quietly in the back of the elevator. He reaches his right hand into his pocket and pulls out the sprain gun, one fingers touches the on button and seconds later presses the number 2. She stands with her back to him and there are no mirrors in the elevator so she can’t see him behind her. He holds the sprain gun up just enough and presses the trigger. She swipes at her back like a mosquito is biting her. Max quickly hides the gun in his pocket and leaves his hand in his pocket also with his finger on number 2. They exit the elevator on level 10, and max heads left then she heads right. He rounds a corner and stops and looks back and takes position, as he presses the number 2 button on the gun in his pocket. 

 

The lady wearing her morning Active wear, including sneakers and socks and tight pants, steps on her right foot, and as almost as if it was an accident the toe of the shoe stubs the ground and her right ankle rolls outwards. She stumbles and falls to the floor. “oh fuck” she exhales as she cradles her foot in her hand whilst seated on the floor. Rocking back and fourth, Max watches from a distance. The lady steadies herself for a few minutes and then turns on her knees to get up. As she tries to put pressure on her right ankle, she exhales a loud groan of pain, “arrrghhhhhh” 

 

Max, feels himself harden in his pants. As he leans against the wall thinking what he should do. He decides to head back to the elevator and see if she says anything to him, as he knows he won’t be the first to say anything.. 

 

He gathers a few breathes and steps off around the corner towards the elevator. Once there he presses the button. The lady realises there is someone there. “Hi Excuse me Sir” she calls out, “Hello!!” 

Max turns, “not sure what to say with a blank stare on his face as he looks at her. 

“Can you help me please, I think I have twisted my ankle quite badly”