The Orgasm Control Unit, part 2 (Patreon)

Day One - Staff

Kaori didn’t fail to notice his final glance at her chest just before she placed the blindfold on him, but it was like noticing sand swirling above a desert, for he had not exactly tried very hard to restrain his gaze. Not that he needed to. In fact, the way he stared was valuable data. And, on a more personal level, she found it gratifying to know she was attractive to him. That would matter for her job as the nurse in charge of his treatment.

              “I think we can safely note that he’s turned on by breasts,” the Head Nurse commented as she withdrew her hands from his head, visually inspecting that the blindfold and gag were fastened tightly enough without hurting him, and that the rainfall-emitting headphones covered his ears.

              “I noticed,” Doctor Fairall said absently, her back to Kaori as she finished issuing commands to the computer hooked up to the EKG-machine and the electrodes on the patient’s body. “Not unexpected, hence our proclivity for deep necklines.”

              Kaori nodded. Showing skin – and particularly risqué cleavage – was a simple yet highly effective way of inspiring arousal in most male patients, and not an insignificant percentage of female patients. In fact, merely looking down on herself Kaori had to admit the view of her girls in the tight top of her uniform was both inviting and amatory. “Shall I proceed with initial charting?”

              The doctor elicited a few more rapid clicks from the keyboard before she answered. “Yes, Kaori, please begin and I will monitor his responses.”

              “Yes, doctor,” Kaori said in a cheerful tone. Despite it still being very early in the morning she did not have to dig deep within herself to summon a pleasant attitude. Loving one’s job helped tremendously with the early mornings and long hours.

              Stepping over to the line of cabinets and shelves to the right side of the chair holding the patient, Kaori opened a drawer that offered her an opened box of white, disposable nitrile gloves. Pulling them onto her fingers, the number of times she had done it outweighing the difficulty of their tight fit, the Head Nurse then opened a wall-mounted cabinet above her to retrieve a big pump bottle of lubrication which she sat down on the smooth metal surface of the table in front of her. Next to it she put a small flexible black string connected by both ends to a slim, black plastic square with a cogwheel inside of it; a very small tourniquet.

              Leaving the bottle for now, she stepped back over to the naked patient, noticeably ill at ease in his restraints with his legs spread in the air. Not uncommon with new patients at all. The hospital’s means of treatment was a learning process for both parties.

              “Beginning initial charting,” Kaori announced for Doctor Fairall’s log, then, standing next to the slightly inclined surface he was strapped to, began putting her hands on him, starting at his head.

              Her initial touch made him jolt, which was the usual first response. After all, they had taken away all his means to sense the room, apart from touch, so that he was surprised to suddenly have something brush against him was normal. As was the auditory spike from the doctor’s computer, which had been informed by the EKG machine that the patient had experienced a sudden increase in heart rate.

              She gently stroked his cheek, communicating through her fingers that he could relax, that she would take good care of him. With the initial and expected shock out of the way, seeing him visibly relax, Kaori began her tracing, making sure to say everything she was doing out loud.

              Her deft fingers touched, rubbed, softly pinched, gently tugged and massaged him, head to toe, as the doctor and the computer software accumulated the information. With this initial and somewhat simple method, they were able to chart a number of interesting things.

              The preliminary charting suggested he had no erogenous zones above his neck, as the Head Nurse’s knowing touches of his earlobes, inner ears, temples and face yielded no significant results. The sides of his neck, along the jugular veins, elicited enough of a response that Doctor Fairall noted the area for the oral charting. Further down his naked body, Kaori’s circling, playfully pinching fingers found mid to strong responses from his nipples, and a grunt escaping him when she put her flat hand on his abdomen, stroking it, had Fairall noting it down as a particularly receptive area.

              Continuing her fingers’ exploratory trek down his body noted that, as expected, his inner thighs were susceptible, but nothing else of importance was discovered down his legs and feet. A number of areas that had him shudder in his bonds were marked as his ticklish spots, which were logged in a different file.

              For now, she left his penis alone, which remained flaccid between his thighs.

              After a quick tattoo of inputs on the keyboard, the electrodes all over his body feeding her with perfect subjective information, Doctor Fairall, jade eyes fixed on her monitor and facing away from the patient said, “Very good, Kaori, please proceed.”

              Kaori smiled, said “Yes, doctor,” as she moved over to stand next to the patient’s head again. Leaning down, making sure to hook her long bangs of near-white hear over her ears to have them out of the way, Kaori supported herself with a gentle hand on the side of the chair’s slanted surface, and kissed his cheek, letting him know she was up there once again.

              Biting her lip subconsciously, Kaori licked his ear and was immediately rewarded with a gagged whimper. She traced the little ridges inside, them licked and sucked his earlobe, moving over to do the same on the other ear. From the computer’s beeping, she knew this caused stronger responses than her fingers had, which was another thing she had expected. Moving her head down to his neck, she licked her way up it and kissed her way down, receiving the strongest response from him as he moaned softly when she gently sucked on his neck at the little dimple close to his collarbone. While he clearly liked it, the computer’s somewhat impartial beeps suggested his neck was less sensitive than the touches of her fingers had indicated it might be.

              When her wet, warm mouth began sucking and licking his nipples his entire body let out a little shiver, and she could see his penis jump once. Kissing his abdomen seemed to yield weaker responses than touching it with her hands, but his cock nevertheless continued filling with blood.

              Moving further down, she received similar responses to her fingers when her soft lips kissed and gently sucked on the warm skin of his inner thighs, and achieved the same results – or lack thereof – when she moved down his legs and feet. Sucking his toes clearly only felt ticklish as he instinctively tried to wiggle them away from her mouth as his face winced a little.

              By now his erection was complete, proud and hard where it lay up his belly to his navel.

              “Very good,” Doctor Fairall muttered, barely loud enough for Kaori to hear, engrossed with the computer’s screen. Then, with a louder, determined voice, Fairall turned around to look at them. “Now then, let’s begin the fun part.”

              “At once, doctor,” Kaori beamed, her ice-blue eyes sparkling. She walked over to get the bottle of lubrication and tourniquet she had taken out earlier and walked back over to stand between his spread and lifted legs, his pulsing manhood displayed before her, announcing a readiness its owner might yet not be in harmony with.

              Kaori thought it an attractive penis, and had to purposefully prevent herself from licking her lip to retain her professional reserve. It was of decent size, slightly longer than the national average, looked strong and healthy. The testicles too, hanging down, were sizable and nicely shaped.

              The Head Nurse put the bottle and the tourniquet onto the slanted surface that made up his chair’s back next to his hip, then gently touched him on the thighs to let him know where she was. He jerked once, letting out a moan as he flexed his body against the restraints when her hands touched his penis, one hand cupping his testicles and the other taking a soft grip around his shaft.

              The feel of him in her gloved palms was wonderful, his warmth, girth and pulse making her swallow with anticipation. Nearly forgetting herself, mesmerized by his fine specimen, Kaori cleared her throat and addressed the doctor.

              “He is clearly able to achieve erection without issue, and he feels strong and hard.” She lifted his cock upright, then gingerly continued to pull it towards herself to see how far it would go, finding his erect state would not allow her to bend it further by much more than a couple of degrees. Side to side was a similar story. “Mobility is normal.”

              Letting his hard cock fall back towards him but still keeping her hand around it, she began gently massaging his balls with her other hand, feeling their shape, using her thumb to help. With professional tenderness and diligence, she learned what she was after. “His testicles and epididymis are perfectly healthy. It doesn’t feel like he’s ejaculated for at least two days.”

              Doctor Fairall nodded, saying nothing, knowing Kaori didn’t need to be reminded of what to do. All the beeps from the EKG-machine also confirmed the rather redundant information that the patient enjoyed having his penis touched by Kaori’s talented hands.

              Letting go of his straining erection, Kaori very carefully traced a finger from the base of his cock down, past the balls and down to the perineum, which she gently massaged, her other hand tracing down the other side of his cock to gently circle his anus, which in turn had him clench and shudder. The melody of beeps from the machinery spoke of the volumes of information being transmitted through the electrodes.

              Taking her hands off him – noticing his body going limp in his bonds, either disappointed or relieved – Kaori looked to the clock on the wall, noted where the second hand was, then started counting. When two minutes had passed, she looked back down at him.

              “Patient seems quite capable of retaining his erection even in the absence of direct stimulation.”

              “Excellent,” Doctor Fairall commented, and turning her head, Kaori could see the doctor’s hardened nipples fighting against the fabric of her top. “Please proceed with the final charting and test.”

              With a smile, Kaori reached for the little tourniquet. She placed the penis and testicles inside the wide loop, placing the small cogwheeled square on his lower abdomen. Then, lifting his cock with her other hand, she pressed the cogwheel to detach it from the locking mechanism. When she then pushed it against the base of his cock, it caused the two ends of the torniquet’s string to emerge from the opposite side of the square. Gathering the ends up with her thumb and forefinger with one hand, the other held the square in place as she pulled on them, tightening the cord around him. In a second the string constricted around his whole package under the balls and over the shaft. This hindered blood from escaping his penis, ensuring his erection was bigger and harder within seconds, the veins along the sides of the shaft standing out more prominently.

              Content with the tie around his cock, Kaori leaned forward, her chest brushing against his belly, and lifted one of the earphones just enough so that he would be able to hear her. “I am going to proceed to stimulate your penis directly. Please continue to relax and let me take care of you. Do you understand?”

              It took a few seconds until the timid nod came. Smiling, knowing he couldn’t see her, Kaori let the headset settle back over his ear, drowning out his hearing, then pumped the bottle one handed, depositing three generous globs of room-temperature lube in her gloved palm. She rubbed her hands together, slathering them both in a thick coat. Gently she grabbed a hold of him, and the response was immediate.

              He let out a gagged moan when her fingers slid around his shaft, his body trembling with a quick shudder. As her other hands rubbed over and then cupped his testicles, he shivered anew, his erection trying to bounce in her hand.

              “Initiating final charting and endurance test,” the Head Nurse announced, hearing a single key being tapped behind her, indicating Doctor Fairall starting the timer.

              Slowly, gently, not really applying any pressure to her grip, Kaori began moving her hand up and down his hardness, the ample amounts of lube allowing her hand to slide almost frictionlessly up and down. The patient’s hands clenched and his breaths grew harder, beeps from the computer starting to fill the room as the patient evidently attempted to mute his own groaning – likely feeling a bit self-conscious about it.

              She kept her movements clinically slow. Taking the length of his erection into account, Kaori spent three seconds gliding her hand up from base to tip, and then another two seconds from the tip back down to the base. Her other hand kept his testicles in her warm palm, her thumb stroking both with affectionate care.

              Settling into the rhythm, Kaori’s mind was both dedicated to her task but also allowed some leeway to wander, knowing that for the moment the computer only needed data from the electrodes to chart the patient’s responses to the light stroking, so she could indulge in a bit of daydreaming and planning of later sessions whilst she worked.

              The patient was not the quietest the Head Nurse had used her hands on, his muffled groans – which he unsuccessfully tried to stifle – almost in synchronic harmony with the beeps. Kaori preferred auditory confirmations that the patient enjoyed her touches, it made her smile, made her feel good about herself and her profession.

              After the predetermined duration of robotic strokes that never varied in speed or pressure, having the patient’s head roll from side to side in short order, Doctor Fairall called from behind Kaori, informing that the five minutes were up. Ceasing all stimulation, Kaori’s hand held his erection pointing upwards with the tips of her thumb and forefinger. It pulsed eagerly, a drop of pre-cum oozing out of the top.

              “Nothing unsurprising,” Fairall said, and leaning back, Kaori could see she had her nose close to her monitor. “Usual suspects of most sensitive areas: glans, frenulum, ridge. Fairly sensitive all along the shaft. What is interesting is that his testicles seem to be more receptable to stimulation than the baseline. Before we move on, I’d like you to test them more.”

              “Yes, doctor,” Kaori said with a professional smile, turning back to the patient. Taking the other hand away from his balls, still holding his shaft pointing upwards, the Head Nurse leaned down and sucked his right testicle into her mouth.

              Again, the response was immediate, a lurch throughout his restrained body followed by a long, lustful sigh. Putting the other ball in her mouth yielded similar results, as when she ran her tongue up and down each of them, then moving from side to side, alternating between licking, kissing and sucking. Behind her the computer sounded like it tried to compose a chorus with its frenzied, monotoned beeping.

              “Confirmed, his testicles are above averagely receptible. That is terrific information going forward.” Fairall’s fingers assailed the keyboard. “Please continue with the test, Kaori. Judging by the charting, I think an element of oral stimulation in addition to manual.”

              “Yes, doctor,” Kaori responded between lustful slurps of his smooth balls. She let the testicle in her mouth drop out, then ran her tongue up the length of his veiny shaft, filling her mouth with the taste of more lubrication as she did. It made him moan anew. Once at the top, she locked her lips around the ridges of his head.

              She sucked him into her mouth, one hand holding onto his shaft, the other stroking his balls with her fingertips. His head resumed rolling from side to side as he groaned, breathing faster. Doctor Fairall went around them picking the electrodes off his body as leisurely as though they were simply engaged in idle conversation. She only left three electrodes in place; those on his inner thighs and lower abdomen.

              Once the artificial taste of the lube was erased by her lapping tongue, Kaori indulged in a soft moan of delight at the natural taste of his cock, loving the flavour of his hardness. She slid her lips off him, used her dextrous tongue to lap at him from base to tip like licking drips off an ice-cream cone. She fondled his balls with her other hand.

              The patient groaned, long, likely not aware how loud he actually was due to the white noise deafening him to the outer world. To the hospital’s staff, the grunt was as arousing as it was humorous.

              “Take him deep, Kaori,” Fairall said, back at the computer.

              Not saying anything, Kaori simply pushed her mouth back up his shaft without breaking contact and slipped him inside again, feeling her spit coat her chin. Arranging herself and adjusting the angle of her head, the Head Nurse began sliding her lips farther down his length, eliciting shuddering groans as she slowly impaled her head on it. After four up and down motions, she had managed to bring her vacuum-sealed lips all the way to his base, her nose pushing against the plastic bit of the tourniquet at his belly, feeling his entire body tremble underneath her – and his eager cock’s pulsing on the walls inside her throat.

              Eyes squeezed shut, she felt tears poking out the corners of her eyes, hoping it wouldn’t mess up her mascara too much. It was a water-resistant brand, so she supposed it would be okay. Not that she personally minded the look running mascara on her cheeks, as she found it quite sexy, but it wasn’t seemly outside of a patient’s room.

              Best as she was able, Kaori pushed her tongue out from between her bottom lip and the pulsing shaft, using her hand to elevate his scrotum to let her lick at them. Behind her the machine was beeping like crazy, and the patient would be as well had he the capacity to make such noises. As things were, he moaned quite loudly, his entire body flexing and tugging at his restraints.

              “Well, we have confirmed he wasn’t lying about his condition,” Kaori heard the doctor behind her. “Given the stimulation, the numbers tell it clearly that he ought to be close to orgasm now. But the same numbers say he’s nowhere near.”

              Kaori dragged the walls of her throat over his stiff member as she lifted her head, the cock coming into view trailing thick strings of saliva. The Head Nurse wiped her chin with the back of a gloved hand and cleared her throat before she spoke. “That’s consistent with how his penis feels. He’s definitely enjoying it but it doesn’t seem like he’s close to the edge at all.”

              Andrea Fairall came to stand on the patient’s right side. By the small bite on her lower lip, Kaori knew the doctor was intrigued by what she was seeing. Silently Kaori agreed; the patient’s spread, vulnerable pose was quite sensual, his helpless bondage adding to the moist sensation between her thighs.

              “I want to try one last thing before we end the session. A theory I’d like to test,” the doctor said, putting a hand on the patient’s hip, causing him to jolt again as there already were two hands on his crotch.

              “What’s that, doctor?” Kaori asked, slowly stroking his slobber-coated cock with her right hand as the left cupped and caressed his balls.

              “Given what we’ve learned,” Fairall began as she produced a pair of blue disposable gloves from the left pocket on her lab coat. She wriggled her fingers into the tight confines, pulling them on. “I want to see if we can force an edge by combining our efforts. Please, Kaori, work his testicles.”

              “Yes, doctor,” Kaori said with a knowing smile, holding the patient’s erection upright until the doctor’s freshly lubed hand could take over. Then, Nurse Kaori squatted in front of the patient, her short skirt sliding far enough up on her thighs to expose parts of her black panties.

              As the doctor unceremoniously put his tip in her mouth, Kaori applied her mouth to his testicles. But for the gag his loud reaction would surely have shaken the room. As his penis was sucked from above and below by two very knowing mouths he thrashed as best he was able in his bonds – which wasn’t much at all – his head tossing from side to side, hands balled into fists and toes curling. Unsurprisingly, the charting software in the computer beeping like mad.

              As Kaori licked her way from one testicle to the other, sucking it in gently but firmly, lapping the tip of her tongue over its egg-shaped surface inside her mouth, she looked up at the doctor who was not trying to be gentle. She pumped his cock fast, her gloved hand riding on a racy mix of lubrication and Kaori’s spit, her sealed lips moving up and down over his bulbous tip in perfect synchronicity with her hand. She stroked him firmly, perfectly, like a lover wanting to express her deepest desires. She was just that good. No wonder the patient had trouble keeping his breathing under control.

              Either of them unable to hold back, the doctor’s free hand kneaded one of her breasts as one of the Head Nurse’s went exploring up her thighs.

              After nearly four minutes of relentless oral stimulation of both his straining, bound manhood and his swollen balls, the electrodes, through the computer, issued a trio of rapid beeps that repeated six times in quick succession. When hearing this sequence, like pets trained to react a specific way to a specific auditory input, both Andrea and Kaori ceased all stimulation, pulling their mouths and hands away from his cock and balls.

              “Yeah, I felt him grow,” Doctor Fairall said as she turned towards the computer, saliva nearly dripping off her chin. “That’s an edge.”

              Kaori nodded, having sensed similarly the way his balls started pulling into his body. She was only dimly aware of the patient’s long grunts of frustrations, of his body shaking with the denial. Must be terrible for someone who had trouble achieving orgasm in the first place being denied one, but that was part of the treatment.

              “Bring him back to us,” Doctor Fairall said as she walked over to the computer, wiping her chin before taking her gloves off and tossing them into a nearby bin.

              “Yes, doctor,” said Kaori as she got to her feet, wiping off her own face before adding her used gloves to Doctor Fairall’s. She undid the tourniquet around his bouncing cock –a part of her wanting to seize it with both hands and pump him to completion just to see his reaction – and tossed it onto a nearby countertop. Walking around to his right side, hearing his panting as a musical concert in her ears, she began removing the sensory depriving gear. First the headphones, then the blindfold, then the gag.

              He squinted at the bright light inside the room, the fluorescent lights likely akin to a sun blazing into eyes that had been plunged in darkness for a good while. He moved his mouth up and down, stretching his jaw, clearly unfamiliar with being gagged, which was understandable.

              Kaori waited until he got his bearings, noticing how his penis kept bouncing, still rock-hard even after the binding was taken off it. Once his eyes adjusted to the brightness, she made sure the first thing he saw was her smiling, pleasant countenance.

              “All done with the charting,” she declared happily, hiding her disappointment at having to prevent him from erupting. “You did really well. I hope you feel like we took good care of you.”

              He grunted, gave a small nod as he squinted at her, a bit out of it. It would have been an intense series of first-time experiences.

              Doctor Fairall wasted no time, coming over to stand on his left side. She had put her hands into the pockets of her lab coat and was giving him a professional, sincere smile. “Good job. We learned everything we set out to discover. Your chart has been updated with the information we have gathered. Everyone who will take part in your treatment will read your chart and therefore know how best to treat you. I can already say we’ve made great progress with you, even though your treatment has not yet technically started.

              “It will start tomorrow morning. For now, you will rest, and the Head Nurse will show you around the hospital to help you get your bearings. I likely don’t have to remind you of this but I will say it anyway; remember you are not to leave the hospital’s premises whilst undergoing treatment, but you are free to do whatever you wish between your sessions.

              “I will take my leave of you for now, but I will check up on you some time tomorrow to see how you are getting on. In the meantime, you will be in Kaori’s very capable hands, as well as those of our talented nursing staff.

              “Are there any questions at this point?”

              As the doctor spoke and the patient’s eyes widened with his growing tolerance to the bright light inside the white room, Kaori put away the equipment, tossing the tourniquet and gag into a nearby plastic container marked for cleaning and disinfection. Reaching into another drawer, she took out a small cloth, an ice pack, and a two-part metal contraption.

              She walked back over to his spread thighs, seeing his eager cock leaking pre-cum and all but screaming for someone to finish it off as the patient voiced his frustration at being left at the edge.

              He eyed Kaori as she put the small blue cloth over his erection, and when she squeezed the ice pack, she released the chemical inside that would cause the temperature of the water within to plummet. Within seconds it was ice cold to the touch, and she held it onto his penis with the cloth between.

              “To help your erection down,” she smiled, stifling a giggle at his puzzled expression.

              As the doctor kept talking to him, answering his questions as best she could without saying exactly how the treatment was to start – keeping it a surprise was part of the fun, after all – Kaori felt his eager erection begin to wither underneath the cold. When it was flaccid once more, she removed the cloth and ice pack, then opened the two metal parts of the chastity device and began fixing it to him.

              “And now that you are under our care, you can no longer have access to your penis, as it might interfere with your treatment. From now on and until your discharge, your penis will remain locked up when you are not undergoing treatment. Any questions about that?” Fairall’s demeanour was all smiles, all professional, yet the patient’s reactions to her words was as though she’d told him he had inoperable cancer.

Day One - Patient

Being unable to achieve orgasm on my own was one problem. Being denied orgasm by another’s hand, I discovered, was a completely different level of frustration. Potent in ways I hadn’t before understood or appreciated. Not crossing the finish line by myself or with a partner was aggravating, embarrassing, borderline maddening, but it sort of ended there, with a score of unpleasant thoughts and experiences. Being denied an orgasm that had definitely been on the way, as Kaori and Doctor Fairall had demonstrated during the charting yesterday, was a completely different ballgame.

              The lingering tingles in my cock – the demand to get off – had persisted for hours afterwards. It was so palpable and insistent it was a wonder I managed to focus on anything else, such as when Head Nurse Kaori showed me around the hospital, introduced me to some of the staff, told me about some of the procedures and locations that were likely to be used for my treatment.

              Kaori’s tight, skimpy uniform had never seen frailer than when she gave me the tour. Like it wanted me to seize her, tear it open to reveal the exotic, bare skin beneath its gossamer covering. Not that such an act of lust would have gotten me anywhere. As I was annoyingly aware, my manhood was locked up tight, able to fill with blood but not break free of its confines. It was nearly as excruciating as the enduring yearning to blast my seed onto Kaori’s face and tits.

              We walked around the hospital, getting me acquainted, though as I was only interested in getting my rocks off I wasn’t paying much attention. After the tour Kaori led me back to her office, where more papers were skimmed and signed, more documents glossed over and more rules and regulations listed. While I hadn’t been admitted to any hospitals in my life as of yet – knock on wood – I hadn’t once gotten the feeling that this particular location operated anywhere close to the norm. But then I had been made painfully aware of that before I had signed that initial dotted line after my first consultation. Strange as everything was, I couldn’t do much but go with the flow.

              Once everything was done, Kaori took me to lunch. The cafeteria wasn’t big, a selection of hot and cold food already put out, drink dispensers and condiments standing ready. As we sat eating, me in my silly gown with a locked-up dick that wouldn’t give me peace as I drank in Kaori’s body more than I ate, the back of my mind made notice of the lack of other patients in between the Head Nurse’s idle chatter. In fact, the cafeteria seemed woefully undersized for the size of the hospital, and apart from the two of us, scattered across the other tables were five nurses and two female doctors.

              Betwixt my legs my smothered pride wanted so badly to expand from the visual stimulus of Kaori’s deep cleavage hanging over the table, looking like twin mounds of risen dough ready to pour out of their containers.

              Once we were done eating, Kaori took me to another examination room, and for a blessed moment I thought she was going to unlock the cage between my thighs. Unfortunately, all she did was draw more blood, tested my vision, hearing, checked my heartbeat and blood pressure once again. Lastly, she shared the view of her monitor with me, going through the results of the earlier charting she and Doctor Fairall had conducted on me, explaining what the numbers and graphs meant. I realized she shared the information pertaining to my treatment to help me understand what was going on, but despite Kaori’s excited chattering I didn’t really care all that much about it.

              After dinner I was told there was no more work to be done for the day and that my evening was mine to do with as I wished. Kaori bid me spend the time well, for that going forward treatment would continue into the evenings. She gave me a polite bow – ticking my intrigue in her Asian heritage – and said she was off for the day, but that she would check up on me in the morning.

              The rest of the day I spent lounging in my room, watching streams on the big TV and, obviously, trying and failing to get the chastity device off so that I might try to alleviate the potent pleading that assailed me left and right. With added frustration and a measure of apprehension as to how the morning would go, well aware it would be the first actual day of my treatment, I eventually fell asleep, the hospital’s bed far more comfortable than I would have guessed going in.

Day Two - Patient

I was sweating profusely and breathing hard as though I had just finished an uphill jog. My muscles were fatigued, and tremored like a patch of ground about to split open. My back was clammy with sweat, feeling like it was glued to the white sheet under me. My neck was beyond tired from holding my head up, but for the life of me I could not lie it back down on the pillow to rest, my fingers and toes clenching as I whined, streaks of spittle moistening my chin.

              She was still slurping on the head, her lips atop the rim of the glans as her tongue trailed quick circles around the very tip inside of her warm mouth. My whimpering pleads did nothing to persuade her; if anything, it spurred her on to continue as she did, my body’s responses saying clearly that she was on the right path. Adding to the unbearable not-enough pleasure, the lubed fingertips of her right hand dragged over my balls like she was caressing a beloved pet.

              Not that she needed me to say anything in regard to what felt good. Throughout this ordeal of a first day of treatment, I had come to woefully learn how I had given the hospital all the information they needed – all my kinks, preferences and turn-ons – which, together with the data they had accumulated during yesterday’s charting, they had weaponized against me.

              It had been an indication, but not more than that, what I had been in for during my first real session with Kaori this morning. After breakfast I had, as bidden, returned to my room just before eight o’clock to start treatment, finding two attractive young women exiting my room just as I arrived. Inside, Kaori stood smiling that beautiful smile of hers, but my eyes were drawn to what had changed inside my room since I had left to eat.

              First of all, the whiteboard behind the bed had been filled out; times, procedures and number of nurses for each procedure had been laid out like a schoolchild’s timetable. Secondly, thick medical straps, like the ones used during the charting, hung from their moorings all over the bed’s frame.

              With a nervous swallow I had complied with Kaori’s beckoning to lie down and let her restrain me until I couldn’t move anything but my head. A gag followed, and about the very second the minute-hand of the clock behind me declared the time to be eight, Kaori began the first session of the day, which the whiteboard called “No Touch Tease”, which was scheduled to go on until ten o’clock.

              Kaori hadn’t explained what the session was about, nor did she have to, seeing as it became dolefully obvious within minutes.

              The Head Nurse unlocked my cock, then turned on the TV monitor mounted on the wall in front of me. With a few flicks of the remote, she found the stream for room 101 – my room – and with wide eyes I beheld raucous pornography bathing me with its digital light and lewd spectacle. It was evident that what I was shown had been deliberately selected to harmonize with my preferences.

              As the porn filled the room with its wet sounds and gasps, Kaori pulled up a chair and sat next to my bed, by my head, her cleavage agonizingly close to me as she began talking, talking about things she would like to do to me, things she would let me do to her. It was only all too bad, she explained with a sly smile, that I was tied up thus unable to do anything she said she’d happily let me do.

              Such as mount her chest and fuck her tits to my heart’s desire. Such a shame I wasn’t in a position to act on all the intent behind the stares I had given her.

              My cock was rock-hard in moments, twitching, and as time dragged on, I started to understand the true meaning behind “No Touch Tease”; for two hours I lay there, confronted with porn tailored to me as well as the Head Nurse’s sultry suggestions in my ears, helpless to do anything about it at all. While Kaori did put her hands on me, she never touched my dick other than to wipe away drools of pre-cum with tissues. Apart from that she’d only ever brush my nipples, caress my belly or stroke my hair like I was her good little boy, but the touches were agonizingly brief and delicate.

              It was part fascinating and part vexing that my body maintained my erection throughout the two hours without being touched whatsoever, and when we were done, Kaori simply iced it down and locked it back up, telling me to mind the schedule on the wall as she undid my bindings.

              While I was on “rest” for the next hour, all I could think of was having an orgasm, which naturally was impossible with my nether region behind lock and key.

              Rough as it had been it seemed the first session had been but light preparation for the next appointment in my room, where “Edging” was scheduled from eleven until one. Two new nurses had strapped me down to my bed again – the sweaty sheets had been exchanged at some point during my solitary wandering – and been as mercilessly talented as Kaori, except there was no porn playing and their hands were all over me. At least one of them was always working my begging manhood, the other assisting in a myriad of ways.

              As she had promised, Doctor Fairall came to look in on me. Seeing her lush ginger hair and tight body in a low-cut blouse and short skirt over thigh-high boots did nothing to alleviate my desires – particularly her black choker made my head spin – and it seemed very deliberate that she hovered her cleavage right above my face as she asked me how things were going. Not really able to answer her, the doctor seemed to get all the information she needed from my huffing and my imploring expression. After exchanging a few words with the nurses, she left, saying over her shoulder she’d be back to check on me some time tomorrow.

              The two nurses kept working on me, uninterrupted by the doctor’s visit. The denial during the charting had been one thing, the “no touching” another, but two full hours of being taken to repeated edges by two talented nurses was a horror all unto itself. By the end of the two hours I was a babbling mess, sweaty and wanting to cum more than I wanted to draw breath. But just as Kaori had done at the end of her session, these two only smiled and used cold to force my cock to shrivel before locking it back up, ensuring I couldn’t do anything about anything.

              My next rest, which lasted three hours including dinner, gave me no real respite from my body’s demand to get my rocks off. I timidly returned to my room in time for my next session, which was another two-hour bout of edging, only this time with no less than three nurses attending to me, one of which was Kaori.

              Whilst a lot of men would profess it to be their ultimate fantasy to have multiple gorgeous women tending to them, at least in my situation I found it as dreadful as it was exhilarating. Having six hands and three mouths on you, three pairs of boobs pushing at you and three sultry voices professing how much they loved doing those things to you was sensory overload on all levels. If I thought I had wanted to cum during the first edging session with the other two nurses. However, this time around, cumming was not a matter of want, it was a matter of life or death.

              They had me restrained on the bed, the thick straps pressing me into the mattress, attached to the bed’s steel frame. My upper arms were pressed against my sides by the strap hugging around me below the chest, my lower abdomen and wrists secured to a strap crossing the width of the bed under my hips. My cuffed hands were down close to my knees, which were attached by additional cuffs to the same strap holding onto my wrists. My legs slid off the edge of the mattress, cuffs around the ankles secured to the frame underneath, keeping my thighs spread as wide as they went without it being uncomfortable.

              As I was becoming accustomed to, I was gagged, the white ball in my mouth making me drool and causing the already sore corners of my mouth more ache. Finally, a small penile torniquet was tightened around my package, making the erection even harder and a little larger.

              The blonde nurse who had introduced herself as Jen stood to the right of me, bent over, her head bobbing on my poor throbbing cock, one hand holding my shaft up, the other stroking my testicles. She made soft moans and slurps as she worked, and there was no question she was very good at what she did. She was quite happy to go slow and methodical, a strategy quite at odds with how the session had started, when all three of them had sucked my cock and both balls like they were competing porn stars trying to outdo each other.

              The fact that they all remained clothed in their tight, short uniforms was definitely by design, forcing my mind to visualize how they looked naked, adding psychological torture to the sexual. The way their massive cleavages were presented and the way their short skirts showed just a hint of their bottom glutes fuelled my already roaring fire.

              As Nurse Jen slid her lips all the way down to the base again, my head fell back as though on its own as I groaned loudly, the sound stifled by the gag. With my head down I looked once again at the clock, something it seemed I did every minute, and after a moment of straining to focus at the upside-down time I deduced I still had ten minutes to go until the edging was over, at which point Kaori assured me I was finally going to be allowed to have an orgasm.

              If nothing else, the Orgasm Control Unit lived up to its name. Both the staff’s talents and their ingenuity were surely unparallelled, and in some hidden portion of my brain I wondered about the hospital’s hiring practices, speculating where and how they’d go about it. I had never before known the desire to cum could be this potent, this all-consuming, my very soul joining the body’s demand for release; nothing else mattered.

              Standing at the foot of the bed, currently not an active participant but still adding to my raging horniness simply by being in full view in front of me, was Nurse Layla. Apart from occasionally bringing her pen to the clipboard in her other hand she seemed to content to strut before me, her beautiful, silken, dark skin contrasting vividly against her white uniform, the long brown ponytail going just past her waist. Her delicious chest, squeezed and pushed by her garb, rose and fell with her breaths, the look on her slender face and in her brown eyes saying more than entire novels how much she liked her job.

              When Jen throated me, Layla licked her top lip, her thighs rubbing together. Between nearly losing herself to her own desires she wrote on the chart, which I had been shown when the session began was primarily to track all my edges. I didn’t know how many times they had brought me to the cusp of climax only to expertly cease stimulation, but it sure felt like a hundred.

              Nurse Jen was something of an oral prodigy, if one were to believe the praise heaped upon her by Kaori and Layla, and I had experienced her expertise thoroughly the past few hours. The way she used her lips to stroke more than her hands combined with the wet vacuum and the slithering cunning of her mouth was more than enough to make my toes curl, heightening my helpless want to empty my poor balls into her tight throat.

              Even when all of them had sucked me, or just Jen and one of the other two, if she was working my balls, she managed to coax sounds out of my throat that I had never before made as her soft tongue and lips dragged and slid across the smooth surfaces, kissing and suckling me with the perfect mix of tenderness and pressure. Whatever pathetic pleading I managed to convey by means of groans and bunched up eyebrows over puppy dog eyes didn’t persuade any of the nurses to let me cum, but by their flushed cheeks and how they infrequently dabbed sweat off themselves I deduced they rather enjoyed my squirming.

               “Focus on being a strong boy,” Kaori cooed next to me, her hand stroking my matted hair as she looked down on me. “We’re almost done with the edging for today.”

              My balls were alight with the desire to pump semen through my tracts, every nanometre of my erection burning with the need. Jen’s mouth was quite capably but quite slowly working me towards another edge, her cunning fingers heightening was already awesome pleasure by playing with my balls as she sucked. My entire length was drenched in her spit, my inner thighs, perineum and asscrack shining in the light with dried lube and saliva.

              “He must taste really good,” Nurse Layla commented, biting her lower lip. “I can’t remember Jen sucking someone for so long uninterrupted before.”

              Nurse Jen murmured her contentment as she drew herself up my shaft, the vibrations from her throat making my toes curl.

              “You know he does,” Kaori giggled, leaning over to get at my balls, licking them all over one after the other, Jen holding them up for her. Both of them had me tugging against my bonds again as I nearly broke down in desperation. “He’s getting close again.” Evidently, she could tell.

              The Head Nurse straightened, turning from the bed. “We’ll manage one more edge before the time is up, and let’s try holding him there a little longer this time.”

              As I groaned my displeasure at Kaori’s words, still hearing the nurses’ exited counting in my head as they had managed to keep me at the edge for twenty agonizing seconds last time, I heard something clattering next to me where Kaori was, but I wasn’t able to look away from the blonde nurse bobbing up and down on me.

              In a very short time Jen had me where they wanted, right at the cusp of orgasm. It was such an overpowering sensation, my entire body rigid with preparation for the violent eruption – but of course, it didn’t come. How it was possible I couldn’t begin to guess, but simply by keeping my pulsing cockhead in her mouth, her tongue rubbing gently against the frenulum, she managed to keep me at the edge but not push me over. Breath caught in my throat, heart hammering in my ears, I tried uselessly bucking my hips into her mouth, certain that just a single stroke of my glans against the inside of her mouth would see if filled up with my seed. Of course, the tight bindings held me down, and even if they hadn’t Jen was in complete control, the fingertips of one hand around the base of my shaft feeling the small muscles underneath flex, her expertise in the male physiology and orgasmic control feeding her information, allowing her to do only enough to maintain the edge without accidentally setting me off.

              It was pure torture. Time seemed to stand still. I thrashed uselessly, head tossing from side to side, whimpers and moans feeling like tight knots in my gut that only an orgasm could undo. It was as though every cell in my body were pulled into my cock, screaming with the need to climax.

              Abruptly she opened her mouth, careful not to drag her lips over me as she withdrew her head. My cock pulsed visibly, powerfully, so close but so impossibly far away. The cessation of stimulation caused my brain to malfunction for a moment. When awareness returned to my body, I screamed with the denial, the gag in my mouth insurance for the nurses’ continued hearing.

              “That’s definitely an edge,” Layla tittered, making a note on her board.

              “How many’s that?” Jen said, wiping spit off her chin and moving her jaw about. Evidently it was sore, but then she had kept had some part of me inside it for well over an hour in total.

              “Twelve,” Layla commented. “In two hours that makes one edge every ten minutes. Seems low.”

              “That’s why he is here.” Kaori turned her head to look at Jen as she fidgeted with something. “But it is a start. Now, which one of you was it who’s scheduled to assist me with the next session?”

              They spoke to each other nearly as though I wasn’t present, but in my ever-descending spiral of orgasmic denial I wasn’t paying all that much attention to what they were saying anyway.

              “That’s me,” Layla said, moving over to a countertop to put the clipboard down.

              “Yeah, I’m off for the night,” Jen said as she straightened, her large chest pushing mightily against her zipped-down uniform. “I think my jaw needs a rest anyway.”

              “Very good work today, Jen,” the Head Nurse smiled at her colleague as she rolled the machine closer to the bed. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

              The Head Nurse looked down all me, still all smiles, as Jen departed with a wave of her hand. She had disposable gloves on, one of which shone with lubrication, the fingers thrusting in and out of the tight opening of some sort of cylinder with a flesh-like interior.

              “As promised, you’re going to get to cum now,” she said, a nod of her head indicating the clock.

              Feling flushed and drenched in sweat, I looked back over at the wall, seeing that the time was indeed six o’clock. I looked back at Kaori with rising hope, my manhood jumping with wild abandon.

              Kaori leaned over my crotch, holding my dick up with her free hand. Her voice was honey, but laced with something like sexual menace, a quality I hadn’t heard from her before. “We are all very interested to see how many orgasms you’ll manage in an hour.”