Chapter 9
Dr. Alexandra Crisp closed the door gently behind herself. She had not
bothered to knock. A wild cherry sucker appeared from the pocket of her lab
coat, and she took her time peeling off the clear plastic wrapper.
Fumiko barely acknowledged her presence, continuing to wipe the sweat
from Jimmy's torso. Several long, surgical steel needles lay scattered about on
a tray next to his cross. Dark stains adorned the tips of more than half of them
and flecks of red adorned the cloth where they lay. Several more lay in a neat
arc, laid in a precise half-moon shape on white cloth beside them.
His eyes bulged beneath his steel reinforced gag. Heavy, brown leather
covered the lower part of his face from below his chin to the bridge of his
nose, where a reinforced strap ran over the top of his head and buckled securely
to the cross behind his head. Two other straps from either side of the gag were
also secured to the cross, holding his head absolutely immobile. A one-way valve
allowed him to inhale through a tube at his mouth, and another valve allowed him
to exhale through a tube at his nose.
Not only did the valves prevent him from uttering a coherent sound, but
Fumiko had mischievously gone to the trouble of adjusting his air-flow down a
little. Just to keep his mind off his predicament, she had told him.
Alexandra stepped forward a bit, sucking intently on her lollipop. "Like
cherry pops? How about a little taste?"
Fumiko knelt down between his widely spread thighs and gave the kilo
weight dangling from the chrome collar around his balls a swing. The heavy
chromed cylinder swung back and forth, tugging his balls back and forth.
Strongly secured, his only reaction was to lift his eyebrows a bit wider.
"I asked you a question." Alexandra leaned over him, holding out the
sucker. "When I ask a question, I expect to be answered!"
The nude oriental teen lifted his bloated balls and squeezed lightly.
In his drug crazed state, the pain was electric. His cock bulged even harder,
and a tiny, shrill sound emitted from his nasal tube. Dr. Crisp gave the nurse
an approving glance.
"That's right, Jimmy. Don't ignore me again," the doctor reprimanded.
Air sucked sharply into his mouth tube as Fumiko squeezed his balls even harder
for a moment, then released. She paused for a moment, letting him think she was
done, and then squeezed again. Jimmy's eyes bugged, almost rolling back into his
head before the teenaged oriental relented.
"Now. If you're ready to be cooperative, do you want a taste?"
Alexandra held out the wet, red candy pop once more.
Jimmy wiggled his eyebrows and his fingertips and toes. Everything else
was strapped down.
"Knew you did." Alexandra slurped noisily on the lollipop and popped it
from her lips. She held it close to his face and let a dribble of saliva run
from the candy ball into his breathing tube. A little gurgle and slurp told her
the sweet spit had made it into his mouth.
Fumiko lifted his balls once more and dropped them, making the weight
swing slowly about. Each time the swinging weight brought his balls back to her,
she caught the bloated globes in her lips and sucked his nuts before letting
them swing away again. The soft, warm sensation and the intermittent pain was
mind boggling.
"Have another taste, Jimmy. Isn't it good?" Jimmy gave a little peep
through his tube. Alexandra leaned closer over his breathing tube and drooled a
slow string of cherry flavored spit into his gag. She wiped her lips, smiling at
the slurping sounds as he fought for breath. She popped the sucker into her
mouth and let it make a lump in her cheek. "I know how you like cherries."
Regardless of the humiliation and the pain, his cock glowed a deep
maroon, swelling massively around the edges of the chrome band circling the
base. A glistening drop of pre-cum ran from the tip and clung to the rim of his
knob. Fumiko ignored it, preferring to torture his balls as the pendulous weight
pulled them back and forth between his legs.
"Fumiko, would you let me examine the patient for a moment, please,"
Alexandra asked. Fumiko gave the pendulum a final swing and stepped back.
The doctor offered her a cherry sucker from her pocket. "I'll only take
a moment."
She touched a button on the side of the examination table, and let the
motorized legs of the cross hum a bit as she spread his legs impossibly wide.
With a special tool, the doctor loosened the steel band constricting his
cock. A crystal tendril of pre cum dribbled from the tip and clung to the
pulsing shaft. She scraped the trail slowly up his shaft with the edge of her
fingernail, catching all of the escaping moisture.
"Naughty, naughty," she cooed. "Must not waste that! Better put that
back inside." With a tiny laugh, she wiped her fingertip inside his mouth tube,
depositing the precum for him to taste.
A long, crooked penile sound lay on the side tray, appearing
devastatingly thick alongside the slender needles. With a tiny smirk curling the
corners of her lips, the doctor turned the probe before his wide, staring eyes,
letting him absorb the import of the instrument. Still holding it for him to
seem she lubricated the silver probe with a slender forefinger then toyed the
angled tip around the end of his knob.
"Let's see. I think we should plug that cock of your up so no more of
your precious cum can escape. We'll just insert this like so......"
She held his knob in place with one hand and let the blunt tip of the
sound stretch the tiny lips at the tip of his cock. Slowly, she fucked the first
few centimeters of the steel probe in and out of his knob. Soon, the slippery
sound was disappearing more deeply into the slit of his cock, sliding several
inches into his shaft. "Feels good?"
His eyes widened and fluttered as the sensation of having his cock
fucked overpowered him. Dr. Crisp pulled it back and slipped the silvery steel
sound slowly into his shaft once more.
"Makes you feel like a little bitch, doesn't it?" Fumiko taunted.
"Fumi! Don't make fun. He can't help it that I'm probing his erection."
Alexandra continued to fuck the sound deeper with each stroke.
"But he likes it! Just look how much he likes it! His eyes are
practically rolling back into his head with pleasure. He's such a little bitch."
"Fumi..!"
"But he said I was a bitch earlier. He called me a little bitch, so why
can't I call him one?"
"I can't believe he called you a little bitch. And particularly not
when I counseled him to be particularly nice to you." She looked down into
Jimmy's eyes. "I know you weren't foolish enough to call her names in your
predicament, were you."
Jimmy piped a tiny off key note through his breathing tube. "See, he
admits it. Now I get to call him a bitch and be really mean to him, don't I."
"Well, I guess that if he started it, you have every right to call him
a name. But try not to be too mean. In his helpless state there are so many
things you could do to him once you get him all to yourself."
With a satisfied smirk on her dark oriental face, the cute little nurse
reached and pinched his nipple sharply between her filed, red nails, twisting
and pulling hard. "Just a little fuck puppy bitch. Makes you want to cum doesn't
it? Well, too bad. Bitch. You just wait until I have you all alone for myself."
"Fumi, you know he can't possibly cum while the sound is in his cock.
His urethra is plugged. The sperm simply wouldn't have any where to go." She
continued to slide the sound slowly in and out, doing deeper with each stroke.
Fumiko gloated, showing him her sweetest smile. "Well, maybe we should
use the bumpy sound. I'll bet we could really make him wish for sexual relief if
we fucked his erection with the one with the little bumps all over it."
"You know, that might not be a bad idea, although those shaped penile
probes are usually reserved for 'special cases'.
"Well, how about the rippled one? The ripples aren't as severe as the
nubby bumps. He'll be crying for an orgasm. As much as that suffocation gag will
let him cry, that is."
Fumiko leaned forward. "And remember the spikey one? The fat one with
all the little diamond shaped points all over it?
"Ah yes, the interrogation probe. Quite a devastating implement."
"Yeah, and we haven't used it since the police sent over that
terrorist. That one was so much fun. After the tease-techs worked on him for a
week, he was practically drooling precum, but he still wouldn't talk."
"Quite recalcitrant, wasn't he?"
"Yeah, and then you used the probes on him. You were fucking him with
the nubbly one and he started babbling in some foreign language. But after you
probed him with the spiky one for about one minute, he was shouting out
everything he knew."
Alexandra glanced toward the storage cabinets. "And even then, we
didn't have to use the electrical equipment. Those electro probes are sheer
torture. Even though I've used them on quite a number of helpless men, I can
hardly imagine how it must be for a man to be strapped down and teased to near
insanity while high on those aphrodisiacs, and then to have a spiked steel probe
inside his cock delivering a series after series of shaped electrical shocks.
Jimmy's eyes bulged at the thought of having his cock tortured with
electricity. "But don't worry, darling," Dr. Crisp purred. "We have other, more
pleasant, ideas in store for you."
As she spoke, she had entered the sound deep inside Jimmy's cock, far
past the base. She had to straighten his cock away from his body in order to
send the sound even deeper into his urethra.
He didn't know it, but the doctor had probed deeply enough to block his
ejaculatory fluids from being able to dump into his bladder. The couldn't leak
out past the sound, and they couldn't release into his bladder. They had no
where to go while the women made them boil and seethe inside of his body.
He made a shrill noise through his breathing tube at the agonizing
pleasure he had never before experienced.
"There now," the doctor mused. "Far enough. Now let's tighten that cock
ring back down so we can get on with the next part."
Fumiko held the ring in place above his balls as the doctor tightened
the shining steel band around the base of his cock, effectively squeezing the
walls of his urethra around the steel sound embedded so deeply in his cock. His
veins bulged around the band, and his cock took on a deep pink hue, with the
knob turning bright red.
A whimsical smile twisted one corner of her mouth. Alexandra reached
for a second steel band and held it before Jimmy's eyes. This one had six round
beads inside its circumference. For the first time in a long while, he struggled
against his bonds.
The doctor waited for his futile struggles to end, then carefully
placed the ring over his knob and the shining steel probe protruding from the
tip of it. The second ring tightened down just beneath the rim of his knob, with
the six little beads embedding themselves painfully into his cock. It made the
helmet glow a darker red, almost maroon.
"Dr. Crisp, may I rub it now, please," Fumi asked, moving a little
closer.
"You can have all the fun in the world with him soon," Dr. Crisp
purred. Her voice turned husky and low. She adjusted his air intake down further
so that he struggled for breath. His chest heaved as he fought for breath. "But
first, I want to show Jimmy how this little setup works.
"For starters, I'll just tickle his testicles a little." Her
professionally sharpened nails played tic-tac below his bloated testicles for a
several long moments. Jimmy groaned into his gag, trying to plead for mercy.
Only pitiful a little bleating sound came out.
She tickled lightly at his sack, tracing the blue veins that were
beginning to bulge on the swollen bag. "You know how a man a can be made to cum
without having his cock touched? In a boy, we call it premature ejaculation. In
an older male, it requires extended stimulation. Exactly like you're getting."
As she tickled, the pressures in his loins nearly doubled. Her nails
were sharply filed and she knew how to make the points touch every sensitive
nerve. "I know you would like to cum wouldn't you? You've been on the cross all
morning, being tended by a number of delightfully attentive young ladies. I know
you want to cum."
"Would you like me to make you cum now?"
A groan resonated deep in his chest as her nails danced their delicate
tattoo about his balls. Separated from his cock by the encircling bands, and
separated from each other by the dividing strap, his balls stood out like ripe
plums on a branch, just waiting to be plucked.
Dr. Crisp knew exactly what that groan meant. "See!. I knew you wanted
to cum. But right now, there is this one little problem. Do you know what that
little problem is?"
Tremors and clenches were making his cock quiver for her caress. It
bobbed untouched in the empty air as she caressed all around it. The doctor
began petting his balls rhythmically, massaging and stroking more firmly. Soon,
she was squeezing and kneading his balls in the same way she would if she were
rubbing his knob to make him cum. The tip of the sound glistened in the bright
lights of the examination room as his cock jerked and bobbed.
"You see, the problem is that if I make you cum, there isn't anywhere
for the cum to go. It could be quite painful." His eyes rolled back as her
maddening fingers danced over his swollen and separated balls. "But if you
really want to cum, I'll make you ejaculate. Somewhat."
His body was rigid. Stretched. Taut. Helpless beneath her fingers. He
strained to cum. Her fingers were magic. His muscles clenched. Eyes screwed shut
in anticipation of the ultimate pleasure. Juices boiled. And then. He came!
His eyes flew wide in utter surprise, and a gargling sound came from
deep in his throat. Wet droplets spewed from his nasal pipes.
When his male apparatus tried to ejaculate, there was nowhere for the
fluids to go. With the surgical sound plugging his ducts and the stainless steel
clamps constricting his balls and cock, the entire buildup of masculine emission
remained completely inside. His breathing was labored due to the reduced air
flow he was allowed. The combination of sensations was excruciatingly painful
and at the same time overwhelming and intensely arousing. His whole world spun
and tumbled. Had he not been strapped down, he would have passed out from the
mixture of pleasure and pain.
While he recovered, Alexandra reached for a clipboard and wrote
quickly. Fumi giggled at the doctor's instructions. It was going to be an
interesting hour. She smiled her sweetest smile as the doctor departed.
