Chapter Four
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Chapter Four
“How are you feeling, Sammy? The nurses say your rectum is healing well.”
‘Poor’ Sammy lies supine strapped into a special bed with his feet in stirrups, which serves to keep his thighs, and cheeks well parted, his wounded rectum well exposed above the mattress. While the stitches are in place he rests with a large tube inserted into his rectum, which ensures his colon is regularly evacuated…enemas at the whim of his tending nurses. Fill him up, make him suffer, provide release. It entertains the girls.
By now the sutures have taken and he can probably undertake a bowel movement without undo harm. But forcing him to remain so exposed and in such a humiliating position wears on the psyche... as planned.
And while he’s been recuperating, I’ve had the nurses remove what little body hair he has. The heavy applications of chemicals will ensure the laggard return of the slightest wisp... if indeed any follicles survive the foul smelling onslaught.
The clever harness remains in place. The nurses check constantly to assure that it is quite tight and properly aligned to forcibly keep each of his balls tucked well up into the inguinal canal.
“It aches. You’re all bitches.”
“It aches because I want it to ache, Sammy. Your little nuts have been pushed back to where they came from... the inguinal canal. Over time your cremaster muscles, those uniquely male muscles that slacken in order to allow your testicles to lower, will tighten once again. Soon we’ll be able to remove the harness and your balls still won’t appear. The taut muscles will permanently hold them retracted within your groin.”
I laugh pleasantly at his look of horror and concern. Oh, the misplaced male concern over such vulnerable eggs!
“You won’t be needing them any longer, Sammy. I’m going to transform you into a pretty maid... and you’re going to like it.”
“Stick it in you ear!”
“Tsk. Tsk. Such vituperative language.”
I reach to once again play with his n*****s. With arms secured he is helpless to resist my teasing fingers. Deep down I know he enjoys my tantalizing touch. But his macho facade, however misguided, will not allow him to display any level of enjoyment. But that will come...
“In time, these little pink nubs will become more and more of a source of joy for you, Sammy. And by the way... don’t be too overjoyed when your balls stop aching. That will mean your body heat has finally deadened them to the point of uselessness. No more sperm production.”
I again must laugh at his look. In his shock he cannot find the words to bring more verbal harassment. I reach up and pinch his cheeks.
“And one of those pills you’ve been taking is at my behest. I’m changing your hormone balance. Soon you’ll be more interested in shopping trips than a visit to the ball park. If you ever have another opportunity to shoplift, it will probably be for nice frilly underwear. Silk panties for you, Sammy.”
Oh, the look of desperation as realization sets in... that I am in complete control... and that he has something I want... his masculinity. And he will be surrendering it quite soon.
A nurse enters and I step back to permit her to ply her skills. She checks the harness, slipping a finger under the straps descending from the waist belt. With a murmur of disapproval, her hands work to first loosen the right buckle then pull firmly to tighten and re-secure the strap. The left buckle follows and Sammy squirms in discomfort as the duel protrusions force the testicles just a little further up into the inguinal canals.
Next the nurse opens a valve connected to the rectal tube and Sammy groans as I imagine a massive flow of water begins to enter his colon.
“I could forever enjoy myself with this one, Dr. Dawson. With inmates like him it is no wonder we get so many torn rectums. I’ve doubled the size of his enema. Still contemptuous... but he’s learning.”
The groans turn to a series of expletives as the smiling nurse pats Sammy’s forehead and caresses his exposed lower abdomen to judge the results of her slow torment. Then I can no longer maintain my professional demeanor as, despite the discomfort and extreme humiliation of lying naked, well exposed and receiving an enema, Sammy’s little p***s decides it is time to show off for us.
Yes, I must laugh. Despite the anti androgens, the few days of forced chastity, lying strapped to a hospital bed, causes Sammy’s limited organ to slowly grow. The nurse knows to remain silent and merely stare, heightening the ignominy. I also make a show of watching as Sammy involuntarily tumefies.
“My goodness, Sammy. It’s so tiny. Whatever were you going to do with that?”
More expletives, directed at any proximate woman, sputter forth.
“Well, Sammy, you’ll just have to hold the enema until your language becomes a little more tempered,” the nurse sternly declares.
She steps back and after a moment closes the valve to mercifully curtail the inward flow of liquid. But the draining tube remains closed... and I suspect will continue to remain closed until Sammy indeed tempers his words and attitude towards she offering such attentive care.
“It is no wonder someone so energetically jammed something up his ass,” the nurse comments to me as an aside.
“It was a stiff penis... and much more prodigious than that useless thing,” I gesture at Sammy’s little erection. “And I think Sammy enjoyed himself... until his sphincter couldn’t take the challenge.
“Double the dosage of anti androgens. Then we’ll see how unruly that little thing can become.”
The nurse nods. Her wicked smile evidences the delight of what will ultimately be hers... final revenge.
With that, a girl enters the ward. I quickly recognize my friend from the local jewelry store.
“Here to do the piercings, Dr. Dawson.”
“This one right here, Nancy. Just ignore the vocal outbursts.”
The hand of the young girl rises to cover her open mouth, stifling a tittering outburst. Sammy’s well secured nakedness brings amusement.
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