Strapped:
“You have a visitor,” Nurse Hannah said. She was a severe woman in her late thirties with a bob of black hair.
Steve lifted his head from the infirmary bed, as much as he could anyway. Ever since he had been omitted for a ruptured testicle his ears grated at the sound of the nurse’s voice. He supposed he should be grateful to the woman for saving his ball, without her the rupture would’ve gone untreated and his testicle would’ve died. Still, he wished she had used anesthetic.
And he really wished she hadn’t strapped him to the bed. She said it was for his own good. Boys with testicle injuries tend to touch them a lot, and this was an injury that needed to heal without his incessant prodding. So she decided the best thing to do was restrain him. So for the past week he was unable to do anything by himself. He couldn’t eat without her feeding him, he couldn’t go to the bathroom on his own, so she changed his bed pans. And worst of all he couldn’t scratch any of his itches, neither the very really itches that would come up constantly, especially in his testicle stitches, but also in the deep need that was growing from days of not being able to touch himself. It did not help that nurse Hannah’s white and red nurse uniform pushed her boobs into an eye catching cleavage.
“A visitor? Who would come to see me?”
“Hello Steve.”
“What is she doing here?” Steve all but screamed.
“It’s good to see you too,” Cyndi said. She was wearing a nurse uniform just like the one Hannah worse, and if anything hers gave her an even deeper cleavage.
“Cyndi has volunteered to help around the infirmary today. She requested that she work with you specifically.”
“I felt it has been too long since we’ve had a chat,” she smiled.
“So Cyndi is going to do all the jobs that I don’t want to do. Namely she will be giving you your sponge bath today. So congratulations Cyndi, you get to wash his nasty balls. I’m going to go watch a soap opera. Tonight I finally find out who castrated Mr. Snrub.” She left.
“Welp, I better get to work,” Cyndi rolled up her sleeves and went to the sink. She hummed as she washed her hands and prepared the sponges.
Steve stared as her ample behind as she did so. But he couldn’t enjoy it. He was too busy sweating, trying to find a way out of this situation. He shook in his restraints, but it was no use. He was trapped here, completely at her mercy.
“Why are you here?” Steve asked.
Cyndi walked over and adjusted Steve’s blankets under the straps so that his shoulders were exposed. He had been left completely naked under his covers so that the nurse had easier access to tend to him as needed.
“Isn’t it obvious,” she smiled as she started washing his shoulders with the sponge. “I’m here because I love to help people who are in pain.”
Steve couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling of Cyndi’s warm hand on his back. “But you’re the one who hurt me.”
“If you were really honest with yourself you’d realize that you hurt yourself. Honestly. Fighting at a party. Is that how your mother raised you?”
She moved the blankets again and began washing Steve’s chest. Her hands felt so good on his chest. They had no right being this warm with how cold Steve knew this woman could be.
“No,” Steve said, quickly back pedaling. “She didn’t.” Like it or not, Steve could not move, and even when he could Cyndi had gotten the better of him. He knew that she was willing to do the most devilish things to his biggest vulnerabilities and do it with a smile on her face. He was not about to tempt fate. “She raised me to always be respectful. Especially to girls,” he added, hoping she would believe him.
“I’m glad to hear that Steve,” she smiled wide. “There may be hope for you yet.” She claimed on top of him and straddled him, facing away from him. She slid the covers back so she could wash his lower torso. She scrubbed the sponge over his abs, slowly moving down further below his ribs until she was rubbing the sponge under his bellybutton.
The whole thing was making Steve’s penis so hard. So far Cyndi didn’t seem to noice, but Steve couldn’t imagine how that was possible. She just kept rubbing slowly and softly just above his hips.
“What’s wrong Steve?” Cyndi asked.
“Nothing, nothing is wrong.”
Cyndi moved the blankets lower still, now cleaning the sides of his hips. “Come on Steve, you know I can tell when you’re not being honest with me. Have you forgotten?” He said nothing, biting his lip. “Very well, I am in no rush, I can stay here as long as I need to before you’re ready to tell me. You’ll be very clean after all is said and done.”
She continued to dote upon his pelvic area, just above his groin. Somehow with each once over she gave him she managed to get closer ad closer to his groin without ever touching it. It got to the point that she was hunched so for over him that she was breathing right on his erection. She had to know how hard he was, how hard she was making him, and still she said nothing.
He wanted to cum so bad, but he knew if he did his stitches would reopen, but even not cumming had its consequences. Namely blue balls hurt his ruptured left nut even more in its current state. Still, the view of her backside in that nurse uniform was so alluring, and her breath was so warm, he was sorely tempted to beg her to suck his dick in earnest. But he knew he couldn’t say that. Not when he was strapped to this bed and she could do whatever she wanted to him. So he fought hard against the building need inside his balls, and searched for something better to say.
“Why did you pop my ball?”
Cyndi stopped. “What was that?”
“Why did you pop my ball? You could’ve popped Rogers. Why me? I was good. I was answering your questions. He could barely keep his eyes open, and yet I’m the one you sent here. Why?”
She got up, went to the foot of the bed, and silently lifted the covers. She adjusted the straps so she could pull both of his feet in the air. Then she began sponging his left leg. She was so light with it, especially on the soles of his foot, that his breath caught from the tingles. She slowly worked her way down the foot, eventually coming to his thigh and scrubbing it thoroughly, making his groin itch intensely.
“My mom raised me to gain respect however was necessary. She taught me how to smile so I looked both sweet and scary, how to dress so I looked both beautiful and professional, how to make people listen to my voice without having to raise it. She taught me that even though we live in a mans world there is still much you can gain by being a woman. She taught me that it is good to let men underestimate you, but to never let them underrespect you. She meant disrespect, but that doesn’t matter. The point is she taught me that if you want to get any respect as a woman in this world, you need to make them fear the consequences of not taking you seriously,” she was holding the sponge at the very crease of Steve’s thigh, so near his balls he thought for sure she was going to touch them, and he was pretty sure he wouldn’t enjoy how.
But instead she pulled back, and repeated her sponging, this time on the right leg. “That’s why I chose you. You were fighting the inevitable. You wanted to get it over with quickly. Make me go soft on you. You were willing to say anything to make it stop, instead of accepting the lesson I was trying to impart. Roger just took it. He was in so much pain he didn’t try to be clever, he just let the full punishment happen, accepting what had to be. He didn’t need to be taught to respect what I could do to him. He had already resigned himself to it.”
“So? I was trying too hard to tell you what you wanted to hear? And if I had just answered honestly you wouldn’t have popped my nut?”
“You’re still not getting it, Steve. Maybe I would’ve maybe I wouldn’t have. Roger was pretty out of it, you may never have been able to keep me from choosing you. But you tried so hard to avoid a full punishment that you made yourself the obvious choice.”
“So, go with the flow, and be true to myself, regardless of the outcome?”
“Now you’re getting it.” She smiled at him, and he couldn’t help but smile back… at least until Cyndi ripped off the covers, revealing his groin. “Now let’s see what the damage is.”
She put her palm under the sack and lifted it gently. Even that caused Steve to writhe in agony. He left ball was still an angry purple. Cyndi could tell clearly which nut she had popped just by looking at the shade of the sack change from left to right.
“What’s this bump?” Cyndi said as she rubbed his left nut roughly with a finger.
“Those are the stitches,” he coughed.
“Oh wow, is it sensitive?”
“Yes,” he whispered. “Cyndi?”
“Yes, Steve?”
“Could you-?” He stopped himself. She had to know he was sensitive, she popped the damn nut after all. This is a test. She wants him to ask her to stop, but then he wouldn’t be going with the flow. “Nevermind.”
“Are you sure?” She asked, putting a fingernail on his stitch in a vaguely threatening position. “It seemed like you had something to ask me.”
Even just that nail lightly scraping his stitch was unbearable. If he asked her to stop she may go harder, but if he didn’t tell her the truth she may go harder. What was he supposed to say?
“I was going to ask you to stop touching my nuts like that because they hurt, but then I decided that you know what you’re doing, and I am going to respect what you choose to do either way.”
Cyndi removed her fingernail, “that’s a very honest answer, Steve, thank you.”
Steve sighed in relief, but quickly twinged in pain when Cyndi sent her fingernail back into his stitches with a flick.
“But I still think you’re not telling me everything so fess up or we’re going to be right back where we started.”
“Ok ok, fine. The truth is you’ve been giving me an erection this whole time, and even though I know it’d be bad for me, all I want right now is for you to suck me silly. Is that honest enough for you?”
“Was that so hard?” Cyndi asked.
“Are we still talking about my penis?”
Cyndi chuckled. “I don’t know how you expected me not to notice how hard you were getting.” She leaned forward and stared down his penis. “Such you silly huh?”
“Cyndi-“
“Did you want me to take your cock in my hand like this?”
“Um”
“And stroke it up and down like this?”
“Cyndi what are you-?”
“And twist my wrist when I got to the head of your penis like this?”
“Oh yes, Cyndi,” his eyes rolled back as he could feel his spuds preparing gobs of cum to release. He could especially feel it in his left nut, as the buildup was straining on his stitches. But the need was building so much he didn’t care.
She leaned in so her lips were right next to the tip of his penis. “And then you wanted me to put it in my mouth?” She licked the tip in a circle and then gave it a kiss.
“YES CYNDI OH PLEASE YES!”
“Sorry,” Cyndi pulled back and gave Steve’s right nut a firm open handed slap. It was his healthy testicle, but it still hurt like hell.
“OOOOH DAMN CYNDI!” He moaned.
“Oh come now Steve, or actually don’t. You know as well as me that if I had done what you asked your testicle would’ve torn like a piñata and nurse Hannah may not have been able to save it this time. So you’re welcome.”
“Thanks,” he forced himself to say, only to receive another whack to his right ball, this time with a closed fist.
“We both know you don’t mean that,” Cyndi said. “And that’s ok. It’s what we just talked about. You don’t have to pretend you like my punishments. You can just experience them in their true agony.”
“You’re a crazy bitch, Cyndi.”
Cyndi’s eyes beamed. She got up and headed towards the door, sure to wiggle her ass as she left. “You should get some rest. After all, the girls at the sorority can’t wait to see this big tough ball that survived a rupturing, or at least they’ll feel that way after I tell them about it.”