How comforting.
Chapter Twenty One
Ted Dalton
I have no idea if I actually slept. With the dripping bag and my face pulled upwards I was forced to deal with the water constantly splashing onto my tongue and rolling to the back of my throat where I had to swallow or I would choke.
I suppose my mind adapted to it and I entered some form of restful state, as one can become accustomed to constant noise.
Anyway, I am drawn out of a dream, perhaps more of a daydream, by the feel of fingers fidgeting about my anus. As promised Nurse Katani is inducing the movement of my bowels by inserting what feels like moderate sized marbles. She finishes then massages my lower abdomen and intermittently presses firmly with her thumbs, I suppose to knead my lower colon. Within minutes I find myself struggling to announce my need to go with words garbled by my clamped tongue.
“So you like my little balls?” she laughing inquires as she works to release the testicle rings.
“There’s a basin under you. Just go as you please.”
I do. The balls obviously are comprised of some kind of laxative and I hear them plop into the waiting basin as Nurse Katani kindly holds my scrotum out of the way. I also empty my bladder for her and she seems pleased, chiming compliments which one would make to a child being potty-trained.
When she steps away to dispose of the excretions I am surprised by the feel of my freed scrotum swaying just off the floor between my spread thighs. Whatever is in the cream, it is working. It feels so far outside my body, as if attached to someone else.
Next comes a shower and as suggested the wall paneling of the empty chamber conceals much. I hear a hose and then feel the very pleasant wetness of warm water. The soft feminine hands soap me everywhere, and of course the curious young nurse pays particular attention to cleansing the most intimate male areas. She pats me dry with a towel and then spends a few minutes examining my freed testicles. Perhaps it is a professional examination...perhaps she is amusing herself, either way there is nothing I can do.
“It is interesting how the little gonads expand. These rings will never slide off now.”
She tugs to demonstrate to me...and I guess too herself also, and I am convinced. It seems that due to the irritation of being ringed, the testicles swell and thus make the rings a permanent addition, though I suppose they could be cut off.
Meanwhile her soft touch brings me to an erection, which she also finds a need to inspect.
“Your tumescence epitomizes the chaste male,” she comments. “You’ll find yourself more and more eager to serve and receive the whip, Mr. Dalton. We see it every day on the Island, and with males who are much more truculent than yourself.”
I am disappointed when she again restrains my testicle rings and applies more of the cream. It feels tighter than before and I wince. She fondly pinches my cheek and announces her departure.
“I’m going off duty. I have a nice cart and pony-boy waiting to take me home where a rather effeminate young lad will eagerly serve me breakfast. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
The door closes and I realize I do not even know what she looks like.
With nothing to see or hear the annoyance of the dripping again occupies my thoughts. Then within what I guess is an hour Nurse Jasmine enters. She removes the water bag, frees my tongue and feeds me. Once again my buttocks are assaulted by a hypodermic needle. I know now to eat and despite the lack of flavor I take in every spoonful of offered mush.
It is interesting that I have no desire to initiate conversation, though my tongue has been restrained and forcefully stretched for hours.
“Eat well, Mr. Dalton. Luana is going to work you hard today...and every day going forward.”
I do not need the encouragement.
Nurse Jasmine inspects me. She is particularly interested in my tongue and her thumb and forefinger pinches it and draws it well beyond my lips. She seems satisfied. Then she releases one limb at a time and massages, restoring circulation. Her fingers pinch and poke everywhere including my privates which Nurse Katani had just examined an hour before, only Nurse Jasmine tugs unmercifully on my scrotum.
“Plenty of room for growth,” she happily announces.
“Dr. Corrothers will visit you soon.”
I hear the door close.
How long am I to be so cruelly kept in bondage? I have not moved in many hours. And yet I am somehow able to tolerate the torment. The nurses seem to know exactly when to visit and massage the various joints and muscles to ensure circulation. But it also restores feeling, ending the numbness only so the tight cords can once again begin another round of agony.
How wicked!
The door opens. As suggested it is Dr. Corrothers.
“Good morning, Mr. Dalton.”