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The Anguished Patient
by J. Alden
His head whipped to the side as he heard the resounding snap of a rubber glove. It was useless of course. The blindfold prevented him from seeing anything.
"Are you ready for your exam, Mr. Brooks?" came a cool feminine voice dripping with sarcasm.
He couldn’t reply either. A wide strip of medical tape covered his mouth. He just swallowed dryly.
"Let me gather my tools and we’ll begin," she teased, "Don’t run off now."
John knew he wouldn’t be going anywhere soon. He was strapped securely to the "examining table." The table was his weight bench. He was positioned on his back wearing only in a pair of boxer briefs. One strap around his chest and shoulders and another cinched around his waist and arms bound him firmly to the bench. A pair of leather wrist cuffs chained together beneath the bench reinforced his helplessness. His legs were spread and strapped securely to the side posts of the bench at his knees and ankles. Despite the countless hours spent on that weight bench strengthening his body, he could not free himself. She had him this time. He was beginning to regret his behavior from the week before.
John laid in bed with his wife, Allison. He reached over and suggestively slid his hand between her legs.
She brushed away his intrusive advance and said, "John, not tonight. You know I have an appointment in the morning."
"So."
"I want to stay... clean."
"C’mon babe," he implored. "You can clean up later."
"You don’t understand what is like going in for an exam like that," she explained.
"What’s the big deal about seeing the gynecologist anyway," he persisted. "You just get up there and spread your legs and get it over with. Just don’t get too excited."
"Excited!" she replied incredulously. "That is such a typical male response."
"How would you like to be spread apart wide open with a flood light in shining in you while being probed and scraped?" she continued as her voice raised.
"Sounds like a party to me," he replied, egging her on.
"A party!? We’ll see about that, you smart ass," she snapped.
"Oh, come on honey," he soothed. "You know I’m just teasing you. Besides, you don’t have a dentist appointment tomorrow."
"Oh, very funny, sweetheart. The only head you’ll be getting is in your dreams." She turned and whacked him with a pillow.
"I love it when you get rough," he teased.
"Pervert."
She rolled over and murmured something else he couldn’t quite make out.
"Pardon me, dear?" he questioned.
"Nothing darling," she replied in overly sweet tone. "Just go to sleep."
He sighed and rolled over trying to sleep.
John snapped back to reality as he heard his tormentor come back into the room.
"So, are you ready for your party now, wise ass?" she spoke threateningly.
Well, it was his birthday he thought. But any smugness he felt was eroded by her icy demeanor. Over the ten years they had been married, they had shared fantasies and played many sexual games. Bondage was a part of their loveplay on occasion. And she sure did love getting a good spanking when she was naughty. But when he was on the receiving end of her token punishment, he knew he could always get away. This time, however, there was no escape. Testing his bonds, a wave of apprehension swept over him. He had agreed to be placed in this position and knew she would never really hurt him, but he was truly at her mercy. And tonight, she had cold determination in her voice. A feeling of complete helplessness began to overwhelm him… and excite him.
Allison knew it too, and she was going to use it. She was going to use it torment him and teach him a lesson in humility.
"There is nothing to fear, Mr. Brooks. This is just a routine physical exam," she said mockingly.
"Of course, this being your 35th birthday, it will be a thorough exam."
She let that thought sink into his head. She watched him shudder at the implication. A party indeed.
She began to stroke his chest. She admired his athletic frame that was now bound tightly for her amusement. He looked so appetizing in his tight white briefs and white straps pressing into his skin securing him tightly to the bench. She continued exploring his features.
"Ohhh, you’ve been staying in shape, Mr. Brooks."
He felt the smoothness of her gloved hand sliding seductively over his torso and down his thighs. Then he felt the involuntary swelling in his briefs.
"Yes, good shape indeed," she purred, watching his arousal grow.
John shivered, but it wasn’t from the temperature of the room, which was conspicuously cool. His skin tightened in excitement and his nipples grew hard as she lightly circled his chest with her latex-clad fingers then slowly lingered across his midsection. His breath was quickening then stopped as she slid her hand down inside his shorts and suddenly grabbed his balls.
"Now, cough!"
John was just frozen, jolted from his dream-like state.
"I said, cough!" she commanded and gave his testicles a not so gentle squeeze.
He managed a light cough through his taped mouth.
"That’s better," and she began to massage his crotch.
She leaned over and removed his blindfold. As his eyes adjusted, he focused on a lovely pair of breasts spilling out of her top just inches from his face. As she straightened up and he tried to lean up to follow, but the straps held him firmly in place.
"Going somewhere, Mr. Brooks?" she said in an amused tone.
He stared at her white nurse outfit that was pulling tightly across her full hips and round ass. Her ample breasts were testing the limits of the fabric of her little outfit. Where did she get that outfit anyway? Her auburn-brown hair was pulled back tightly and a pair of glasses framed her large, green eyes to complete the look. She even had the white high heels. She was playing the part all the way, fitting every stereotype of the fantasy seductive nurse.
She dropped her pen and bent over slowly to pick it up, exposing her ass from underneath the too-short skirt. He observed the white stockings and garters and thong that framed the heart-shaped object of his affection. This mother of their two children was torturing him, and she was loving it. His arousal overcame his anxiety. She stood back up and addressed him.
"Well, there is nothing wrong with your vision or your reflexes," she said observing the bulge in his briefs.
"I’ll get started by recording your vital statistics and taking a few measurements."
She reached through the fly in his briefs and watched his cock spring up out of confinement. She gripped the base of his throbbing organ.
"Goodness. Your pulse is racing," she observed playfully.
She reached around and pulled out a ruler, sizing it up to his swollen member.
"8 inches!" she exclaimed. "I’ll bet you are proud of yourself, aren’t you?
Allison pulled off her gloves and gripped his penis.
She played on. "My, you are burning up. Let me get something to reduce that swelling."
She reached behind him and quickly shoved two icepacks into his crotch. John howled through his gag. She sandwiched his cock between the freezing packs, rubbing them up and down his shaft. Despite the cold, his cock remained rock hard. She shifted one of the packs to his balls and watched his erection gently subside as he struggled against his bonds. John thought she enjoyed that just a little bit too much. He was actually thankful that he was unable to speak.
"Now that you all cooled off, I’ll prepare you for your exam."
John watched in apprehension as she walked around behind him returning with a razor and pair of scissors.
"You can’t be too clean for your exam," she gleamed and moved back between his legs.
He inhaled sharply when he felt the cool blades of the scissors slide between his legs as she began to cut away his briefs. He squirmed uncomfortably as she began trimming his pubic hairs with the scissors.
"Try not to flinch," she warned as the tips of the scissors traced his most tender regions. Flinch? He realized he wasn’t even breathing.
Then he heard the hum of the electric razor. She methodically cleared all the hair off of his balls and down his perineum. The razor was pure terror on his balls. He winced as foil nicked his scrotum.
"Oh, was that painful?" she said unsympathetically.
"It’s just a little scrape. Would you like me to get some alcohol for that?" she asked in a sinister voice.
John shook his head and pleaded emphatically through his gag.
"Just be thankful that I don’t scrape a sample from your insides." She paused, "You will be giving a different kind of sample today."
Allison looked down and inspected her work. His balls and entire pelvic region were smooth. Only a neat patch of hair remained at the base of his deflated penis. She observed the sweat forming on the anguished face of her patient.
"That feels better," she said rubbing his freshly shaven crotch. "Wasn’t that fun?"
John gave her a gruff response underneath his gag.
She moved up towards his head, reached down and ripped the tape of his mouth.
"Jesus!" he cried out.
"Did you have something you wanted to say?"
Before he could speak, she grabbed his face and warned, "No talking from that big mouth of yours. That’s what got you into this position in the first place. I can find better uses for those delicious lips."
She took off her prop glasses and maneuvered up towards his head and pulled up her skirt, straddling over him, inches from his face.
"You are so tense," she teased. "Let me relax you before your procedure."
She unsnapped the crotch of her panties and exposed her pussy. He could see the glistening evidence that she was enjoying his predicament. He breathed in her intoxicated fragrance and leaned forward to taste her. She forced his head back on the bench.
"Relax," she said soothingly. "Put this over your face and breathe normally."
She slid up onto his face and sighed as his tongue devoured her aching clitoris. Allison pushed her pussy onto his lips and felt his tongue penetrate her folds. He continued lavishing her with his tongue. She grabbed him by the hair and started grinding on his face. She could feel her orgasm building already. Her hips began rhythmically stroking his face, building into a desperate pace. He could barely breathe as she came stroking back and forth across his lips and tongue. Just when he thought she was finished, she began thrusting again with renewed vigor. She exploded in a second wave of passion, let out a deep moan, and finally came to a rest.
She gathered herself together and sat up reluctantly returning to the task at hand.
He felt the soothing sensations of a warm, wet washcloth cleaning his numbed face and continuing down his entire heaving torso. She rubbed the cloth over his freshly shaven crotch and renewed erection. John didn’t know how much more he could take. An aching sensation was swelling all through his body.
Allison watched his response and observed his desire standing at attention. She still felt an ache from below that made her want to climb on top and have that shaft of pleasure filling her. But, she still had to teach him a lesson.
"Okay, Mr. Brooks, I will take your temperature now." She paused for effect, "But I can’t seem to find my oral thermometer."
Allison watched as his eyes widened at the implication. She knew how private he felt about down there. She maneuvered around between his legs, dramatically pulled on a latex glove, and began applying lubricant. He started squirming in protest against the intrusive finger, but she just grabbed his balls with her other hand and ordered him to remain still. A threatening squeeze reinforced her command.
He couldn’t see what see was holding, but he felt the tip of it press against his rectum. He tried to resist.
"Just relax and enjoy it," she mocked.
Then suddenly, smoothly she drove it in. John grunted and strained against the straps holding him down.
"Come now Mr. Brooks, it’s just an exam. This is fun."
She watched him struggle as she held the thermometer in place. She knew he was struggling internally as well. He didn’t want to admit what his cock was betraying. It felt good. His face was flushed with mixed feelings of pleasure and humiliation.
After a moment, she removed what he could now see was a small slimline vibrator. That wasn’t so bad. He knew there were bigger objects for assault in their inventory. He was thankful that they never purchased some of the more sinister devices in the catalogs.
Allison moved up towards his face.
"Now, I’ll check your ear."
She leaned over and began nibbling on his ear. She flicked her tongue in and around his ear and breathed heavily into him while shifted her hand to squeeze his penis.
She said in her huskiest voice, "I just love a big cock."
She felt his cock surge in response as he let out a low moan. John wanted to explode.
"Well, I have all of your vitals," Allison deadpanned giving his balls an extra squeeze as she stood up.
"Everything looks good," she reported.
He relaxed; feeling comfort that knowing the worst was over.
"I need to check your rear."
"You just did that," he reminded her.
She just smiled wickedly. "I don’t think you understood me correctly. You haven’t even had your internal examine yet."
The look on his face was priceless. John watched in anxiety as she released his legs one at a time only to have them tied to the tops of the posts. The posts were now set wider apart and farther back, closer to his head. She pulled the ropes connected to the ankle restraints up so tight that it lifted him slightly off the bench. This left his legs pulled far apart suspended in the air and slightly pulled pack towards his head. Now he was exposed in the most humiliating manner.
Allison had moved out of site and John could hear her moving objects around. He was left there waiting in the cold until he could no longer stand it. A genuine wave of helplessness crushed him. The effect of being shaved, strung up and spread wide, exposing the most intimate of regions, was overwhelming. And he began to feel scared. This wasn’t a fun little game anymore.
Pleased with her work, she looked at him and smiled coolly, "This is the exciting part, right?"
He didn’t respond. He trembled as he felt her move something cold and metallic between his legs. John looked down incredulously to see his wife wielding a pair of tongs and meat fork! She was using them now to spread apart his ass cheeks even wider, opening him completely. He was past humiliation. She was exposing him beyond his limits.
With the tip of the fork, she traced along his hairless anus, perineum, and inner thighs. She shifted the tongs to squeeze and manipulate his balls and cock, examining his hot piece of meat. She poked and raked the fork gently across his scrotum, up his shaft, and over the head of his pulsating cock, tormenting him with agonizing patience. The sensations were intense. He slipped into a trance-like state as his senses became overloaded.
When he felt her tongue circle the rim of his anus, he yelled out. She took his balls in her mouth and continued to blow his mind. He was reduced to low moaning sounds as he contorted against his bonds. The alternating sensations of the cold metal and her heavenly smooth, hot tongue devouring his genitals, transformed his terror into an ecstatic frenzy. He had to come now.
He yelled out barely coherent, "Oh God, please."
She looked at the fluid seeping from the tip of his totally engorged cock. She had never seen his cock so full. But she wasn’t done.
"We’re almost finished Mr. Brooks. Unless you would like to have that vasectomy now?" she grinned as she suggestively slid the tip of fork underneath his balls.
John tensed and could only offer a grunt in response.
"Hmm. Cat get your tongue?" she said slyly. "Maybe next time then. I’ll just get your specimen and you can be on your way."
She was insufferable. Worse than himself.
She pulled out an inflatable butt plug. It had an electrical cord coming from it. John slowly focused on it and recoiled in recognition of the device. She went and bought the device she knew that he feared.
No. There was no way that was going inside him. The plug was enormous compared to the vibrator. He began to shake his head in protest. Allison cut him off.
"Do you need to be muffled again?"
She slowly began to work the ominous plug in. He tensed up automatically. After several resounding smacks to his suspended ass, he relented. She teased his rectum, slowly pushing in and withdrawing. John could not believe the pressure. He was sure he would split. He struggled in earnest as the bench creaked beneath him. Then, with a final push, it was in, and he collapsed in his bonds. He couldn’t fight it any more. He was defeated. A tear rolled down his cheek as he was overcome with emotions.
She began pumping the ball expanding the plug inside him. He felt the pressure grow inside, filling him seemingly beyond capacity.
"Oh, god" he bellowed.
His breathing was ragged and his hair was matted against his flushed, sweating face. His eyes looked dazed, like he was drugged.
Now the vibrator was on.
He thought he has going to explode. He couldn’t take it anymore, but he couldn’t do anything about it. The vibrations went all through his midsection. He couldn’t feel his legs at all. Allison began to stroke his cock. It was so tight the skin wasn’t moving. She began licking his shaft and took his cock eagerly into her mouth.
John became incoherent. All of the different stimuli overloaded his senses. The sensations all blurred into one. He couldn’t localize anything. His entire crotch was on fire, ready to boil over. He was unaware of the unintelligible moans of ecstasy emanating from him with increasing intensity. He wasn’t even on the same planet at that moment.
Allison felt him coming in an instant. She squeezed the base of his scorching cock and locked her mouth on the head of his erupting passion. She was startled by the speed and volume of the hot fluid that struck the back of her throat. She continued to stroke and suck him until his spasms began to subside.
She turned off the vibrator and gently eased the plug from within him and released his lifeless legs from the posts.
John lay on the bench totally spent. His entire body felt like jelly. Even though all of his bonds were removed, he couldn’t move. He was physically and emotionally drained.
Slowly, very slowly, he began to return to earth. His mind cleared and breaths became steadier.
Allison slid up his expended body and lay on his chest.
"Happy Birthday, John. I thought you were going to wake up the neighborhood."
"Honey, you blew my mind." He continued, "I have never felt so vulnerable."
"Remember that the next time you decide to act like a wise ass."
"Yes, ma’am. I have learned my lesson," he replied unconvincingly
"You know, I swallowed your sample," she threatened. "I guess I will have to schedule a follow up appointment for you. But I won’t be nice next time."
"That was nice?" He let out a weak laugh. "No way. I wouldn’t survive another one of your exams if that was nice."
He paused for a moment then gave her devilish grin.
"Besides, when is it time for you to visit the dentist?"
"Ohh, do you think I will have any cavities that need filling?" she responded without missing a beat.
"I promise to drill every opening I can find."
They shared a laugh then went to shower off and go to bed for some well-deserved sleep.
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